#and some lotions and shower gel

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: before your first day back to school ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

hi angels! so for many of us it’s approaching back to school season. for lots of people this can be a bit of an anxiety inducing time, whether you are starting a new school year or kind of education there is alot to plan and prepare and get ready for - it can feel extremely overwhelming! here is my guide for having an organised and effective first day back at school to get you on track and motivated! enjoy and as always feel free to comment your own tips or advice.

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the week before ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

check through stationary and buy anything you need, check subject lists to see what is recommended as well. buy cute stationary in your favourite colours to motivate you!

sort through books, folders etc and organise notes, any loose pieces of paper and any important documents.

assign a folder to each subject, or if already have a folder check through and make sure it is organised and neat.

clear school emails etc, check through and organise into sections and respond to any. check for any information from your school regarding the upcoming year.

finish off any summer work and make sure it is all complete and ready to be handed in on the deadlines provided. check for any extra work if you have spare time, such as a book or article to read.

read up on the new syllabus/lesson plan for your subjects. familiarise yourself with how it looks, any new terms and any possible problem areas.

fix your sleep schedule! start going to bed earlier and waking up at the time you need to be up for school just to make it less of a shock to your system.

check your bag will fit everything and that any additionals such as a water bottle or lunch box are in good condition and to your tastes.

work on your morning/evening routines, plan when you will be doing work and make necessary changes.

figure out your fitness goals and routines - are they realistic for a full time student? time management is key.

if using apps such as notion, ensure it is set up for the new school year and neatly organised.

plan outfits, check through clothes in case in need of new underwear etc or wardrobe staples.

research healthy and nutritious lunch ideas (may make a post on this later!!), buy ingredients if needed.

do any ‘high maintenance’ things, get your nails done, lashes, eyebrows etc.

pack an emergency bag (pads/tampons, spare underwear, cash etc).

check any hygiene products and buy new ones/replace old ones if run out or in need of more!

do more self care, do a hair or face mask, do your own nails, watch your favourite films, have some you time before school starts again.

make a back to school playlist.

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the night before ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

eat a healthy dinner.

do face mask (use one you have tried before in case a new one causes a bad reaction).

oil hair + hair mask.

dry brush before shower.

wash out oil + masks, shampoo twice.

apply conditioner and leave in.

exfoliate and clean body with soap before shaving.

wash out conditioner and apply bath gel.

finish shower, hair routine (mine is in-depth i have curly hair!), apply body oils.

blowdry, diffuse or air dry hair depending on type.

apply body lotion and perfume.

make tea and drink while doing some journaling (what is my plan for tomorrow, what do i want to achieve etc)

pack bag and organise clothes.

clean teeth, floss and mouthwash.

do gua sha routine and ice face.

do pm skincare routine.

do nail care routine and out hair up for bed.

watch comfort show or read comfort book.

set alarm.

have an early night!

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the day of ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

wake up nice and early.

do some yoga/stretching.

tidy room.

eat a healthy breakfast.

pack or plan lunch.

fill up water bottle.

check bag is fully packed.

check school timetable, make note of rooms etc.

have a quick shower if time (shave, body gel etc).

clean teeth and do am skincare.

get dressed.

journal and plan day.

put on back to school playlist!

head to school.

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thank you for reading angels! hope this was so helpful and have a wonderful back to school season. all my love, m.

[d1s1ntegrated]

Im honestly in love with ur headcannons i just cant stop reading them 😭 do u think you could write some hcs about how u think reader bathing/showering with shigaraki would be 👀

AHHH THIS IS SO CUTE YES?!

bathing w shiggy hcs (some nsfw)

･˚‧･+‧₊‧.°.⋆.🫧 .•˚₊‧⋆:｡+.･ﾟ

before you came along, shigaraki didnt know how to fuckin bathe properly

he basically just rinsed clean with cold water and bar soap cause no one really taught him how

so the first time you brought him in the shower, he was in shock

how could one person need so many soaps????

definitely tried to make a shower potion with them secretly at some point

shampoo, conditioner, bar soap, gel wash, scrub, deep conditioner, face washes, shower lotion...

you walked him through it slowly, starting with shampoo

his favorite part, btw

your nails scratch against his scalp slightly and he just untenses immediately

then you wash him with a gentle cleanser and a washcloth for his skin

mfer hates loofas

like they freak him tf out bc one time he had one and it completely unraveled like a fuckign snake and he threw it

you guys use warm water at first but not too hot because his skin is sensitive :(

then do a really cold rinse to keep his hair and skin soft (he hates this part at first but then gets used to the chill and just stands there like a wet puppy)

not even in a sexual way, he'll get hard from just seeing your naked body, he cannot fathom how beautiful you are

shower kisses>>>

baths are even better

you guys take one weekly for his skin

he likes bath bombs a LOT. the first time he saw one he was so confused

oatmeal and honey baths are his favorite because it makes him feel so soft and helps the itching

doesnt like the feeling of lotion on his skin but puts up with it for you (while groaning about how he doesnt need it)

he likes to be held in the shower/bath, it warms him up

shakes his hair off dramatically

a lot of the stuff he was supposed to learn he didnt, like shaving and properly washing his face so you taught him

does that thing where he just sits in his towel and stares at the wall for upwards of an hour if you dont tell him to get dressed

you also do that tho

sometimes its just nice to sit man

he doesnt like shower sex cause its "too hard"

meaning he slipped one time and got scared

he's very conscious of his hands when you shower together cause he has to take his gloves off but he wants to grab you so badly

:) i hope this is good!

thank u for the request luv

[stardust-swan]

Everyday Ways I Honour Aphrodite

(NSFW warning)

🌹Roses, roses, roses. Rose soap, rose lip balm, rose hand cream, rose lotion, rose perfume, rose oil on my pillow before falling asleep, rose candles, rose incense, roses in my garden, rosewater toner, rose face mist, rose shower gel, dried roses in the bath... Just roses everywhere you can fit them.

🌹Reading romantic books and poetry, watching romance films

🌹 Reading books and poetry about Aphrodite

🌹Making myself feel beautiful with pretty jewellery and makeup. Even just a swipe of tinted lip balm boosts my confidence (I use French Girl Rose Noir). I try to wear at least a little bit of makeup or jewellery daily, even if it's just a pair of studs or a subtle lipstick

🌹 Even if I'm just staying at home all day I'll spray perfume and put on jewellery and do lipstick just to feel sensual while I'm lounging around playing Animal Crossing (currently wearing a comfy embroidered nightie, small gold hoops, a pretty bracelet and a little bit of YSL Orange Perfecto lipstick as I write this)

🌹 Embracing my sensuality. Swaying my hips, feeling the softness of my body, dancing freely, engaging in self-pleasure, taking nudes, trying to unlearn the shame associated with sexuality from my upbringing. I don't watch porn often as I find most of it unhealthy and misogynistic (I only like this one random Japanese couple's channel and some vintage and Korean softcore), but I enjoy toys (my favourite is the rose), erotic literature, erotic film, audio porn (usually in other languages because I find a lot of dirty talk just makes me cringe but I still get enjoyment out of hearing little moans and silky low voices so I get that and avoid secondhand embarrassment from bad dirty talk by listening to it in languages I don't understand), and erotic fine art.

🌹 I try to get really comfortable when I'm engaged in self love. Lipstick and perfume on, hair styled, lingerie or nightie that makes me feel sexy, a candle lit or rose, ylang ylang and jasmine oil in my diffuser, soft music playing. Then I'll position myself comfortably, and stroke my thighs, tease my nipples, squeeze my breasts, lick my juices off my fingers and use it like a lipstick, painting my lips and nipples or using it to lightly lubricate my clitoris. Running my hands all over my belly, thighs and breasts, experimenting with different types of pressure and stimulation. Just luxuriating in the sensual feelings I can bring to my beautiful female body.

🌹 Wearing jewellery with seashells, pearls, emerald, ruby, bronze, copper, gold, jade, garnet and iridescent beads

🌹 Enjoying apples, honey, figs, pomegranates, strawberries, raspberries, olives, lettuce, rosewater and chocolate. I like buying Guylian chocolates as they're seashell shaped, but any chocolate will do (my favourite chocolate bar to buy is white chocolate with strawberries). I also like foods that you can taste the rosewater in like rose macarons and Turkish delight.

🌹 Making foods with ingredients she likes, like honey cakes, Persian rose love spell cookies, rosewater nougat, Persian love cake, baklava, cornes de gazelle, mhencha, etc... I mostly stick to Mediterranean, North African, Arab and Persian recipes, as they commonly use ingredients like rosewater, honey, pomegranates, and figs.

🌹 Carrying rose quartz in my pocket and keeping rose quartz under my pillow

🌹 I use a rose quartz roller to massage oil into my face

🌹 I keep a mini Venus de Milo statue and a swan trinket box on my bedside table

🌹 Drinking a drink made up of honey, cinnamon, milk and hot water at night to relax

🌹 Wearing pretty lingerie under my clothes, even if it's a basic outfit

🌹 I often fall asleep to the sound of ocean waves

🌹 Gold highlighter swept on my cheeks and body shimmer on my collarbones, reflecting light like sun rays on the ocean

🌹 Doing little offerings, like spritzing her statue with perfume, or offering up a portion of food I'm eating that I think she'd like

🌹 Lighting incense in scents like myrrh, frankincense, rose, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger and jasmine

🌹 Drawing myself relaxing baths with fragrant oils and salts

🌹 Reading hymns, Sappho's poetry, and listening to Athanati Afroditi

🌹 Listening to music that's romantic or sensual (this is my playlist)

🌹 Carrying a hand mirror and admiring myself as I check my makeup

🌹 Adding honey to tea

🌹 Writing letters and poetry about love and beauty

🌹Admiring women I find beautiful without jealousy or resentment, just appreciation

🌹Using these emojis: 🌹🦢🌊🪞🍎❤️💘💗💕💋🕊️🫒💄

🌹 Wearing pink, red, aqua, and seafoam green

🌹 Being consistent in self care. No matter how low my spoons are, unless I'm so dog-tired I end up falling asleep on the couch at 8pm, I force myself to do my evening skincare routine - cleansing, toning, eye cream, moisturiser, oil. And I always feel better for it even if I was exhausted before. Much smaller but I'm also consistent in oiling the ends of my hair daily and spraying perfume before bed. And I keep up with getting my hair done and brows waxed every three months without fail.

🌹 Doing exercises that make me feel sensual. I'm really lazy tbh but I push myself because I know Aphrodite would want me to take care of my body. I pick exercises that make me feel good and desirable, like yoga flow, belly dance, and exercises that target my womanly attributes.

🌹 Giving compliments!

🌹 Doing a big self care day every Friday (the day associated with her). Hot oil hair treatment, foot soak and exfoliation, removing old nail polish and buffing and filing nails, face mask, teeth whitening....

🌹 Going to the pond in winter and admiring the swans

🌹 Going to an art gallery in my city just to look at the painting Venus and Cupid (Day) by Fragonard

🌹 Sleeping on silk sheets as they feel sensual (they're also good for your hair and skin)

🌹 Making my own diffusers and cosmetics from natural, aphrodisiac products. Homemade bath salt with rose petals and pink salt, homemade lip mask with olive oil and rose oil, and adding oil of rose, jasmine, sandalwood, and cinnamon to a diffuser as I find these scents stimulating and sensual.

🌹 And of course, thanking Lady Aphrodite every day.

[lyrinsluv]

10:42pm

timeskip! tsukishima x [implied female] reader

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wordcount: 908! :D

everything showers, something most girls dreaded, and something others loved. but of course, those showers were so often for you. after learning about kei’s love for strawberry shortcake, you couldn’t help but pick out strawberry scented things for your showers. ranging from strawberry lotion to strawberry sugar scrub, strawberry shaving cream, and even a strawberry shower gel.

at first, it was subtle. he would smell your lotion that you applied onto your body everyday. of course, it was just for moisturizing purposes and nothing more. you totally didn’t want to catch his attention every time you sat down next to him during your lectures. there just happened to be no seats open. the scowl on his face would always go away after he got a grasp of your scent. 

the next thing you tried was actually talking to him. you noticed he had some tape on his fingers. maybe you could make something out of him playing volleyball?

“are your fingers okay..?” you ask stupidly. you just wanted to initiate some sort of contact, even if that resulted in him sighing quietly at you.

“they're fine,” he mutters out. clearly, it was going to be hard to get on his good side. it wasn’t as bad as you thought, though. the next couple of lectures, you became closer and closer with him. he just couldn’t get over your strawberry scent.

now, you two are out at a cafe. the one thing he orders is a slice of strawberry shortcake, no coffee, no tea. just the shortcake. it wasn’t a date, per se, it was a convenient time for the both of you to meet up because you just truly didn’t understand the lesson that your professor was babbling about. as you drink your vanilla latte, he looks at you. 

“what? don't make fun of me for not understanding, it’s kinda hard to take notes about something that’s not important to my major.” you mumble out. his lips turn up into a small smile. something that you yearned to see. oh god, maybe it was worth the money you threw down to smell good for him; for kei tsukishima. 

“i didn't say anything, you know.” he says quietly as he sets his fork down. of course, your scent filled up his mind with so many thoughts. he knew he loved strawberry shortcake, and now he loved the way you smelt. it was like his dream, but the dream was sitting right in front of him. he just wanted to eat you up, just like his shortcake that was halfway finished. 

it was 10:42 on a friday night. no, you weren’t out partying, and no, you weren’t out with anyone. you were standing in your shower, doing your everything shower that was oh so often. the way the sugar scrub’s scent filled your nostrils, the way you glided the lotion all over yourself once you got out: just for kei. this strawberry scent was something you were getting used to, no wonder kei’s small smile was always on his lips every time you were close to him. 

as you stood in front of your bathroom, you realized that you had a couple of texts from kei. 

“did you finish the paper? it was due twenty minutes ago'' - 10:20pm.

“i had to close for the museum today, sorry for not texting you.” - 10:26pm. 

oh how you loved communication, and how you loved him. what you didn’t expect to happen that night was for him to call you. you answer hastily, not caring if it looked embarrassing or needy. 

“yes, tsukishima?” you ask quietly, putting away all of your body care. 

“you didn’t respond to me,” he mumbles back. 

“what if i was asleep?” you remark. the smile on your face didn’t match your tone.

“what were you even doing?” he asks. he wondered what you did. and why you were so attractive to him.

“i was in the shower, actually.” you respond back. you sit on your bed as you put the phone on speaker. 

“thanks for being thoughtful, i didn't think you had it in you.” you say with a giggle, referring to his considerate message about your paper. and god, that giggle made his stomach twist and turn into knots. 

“sure, whatever.” he mutters, laying on his back as you two continue your usual banter. he closes his eyes, his mind full of you. 

“why do you always smell so good?” he asks quietly. he opens his eyes, realizing that he said that out loud. 

“uhh, forget that.” he says as he rubs the bridge of his nose, his voice echoing through his room. he places his glasses on his nightstand, his fingers brushing through his hair.

you take a breath, trying to contain yourself. 

“me? smell good?” you ask, ignoring his hesitations. of course your stupid act helped with this. 

“wha..? yeah, you always smell like strawberries.” he murmurs out, closing his eyes as sighs in shame. 

“maybe it's because i want to smell good for you, ‘shima.” you mumble back, not caring about that blush that was eminent on your cheeks. 

you knew the night would end well because that call lasted a couple hours, with a few teases here and a couple confessions there. you sink into your bed as he hangs up the phone. 

and at that, an apparent but known realization hit you: you were in love with kei tsukishima.

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[moremaybank]

jj obnoxiously moaning whenever his girl touches him anywhere

mostly fluffy but there is a smidge of smut

(sfw)

If there were ever some tragically down bad for his girl, and I mean tragically, it would be JJ Maybank.

The man actually purrs whenever you touch him. running your hands through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. Caressing his cheek with your thumb soothingly and watching him close his eyes. Gliding your hand down his chest mindlessly when you're kissing him or simply just talking to him. The sounds that emit from his lips are pornographic even when the touches are innocent.

He'll come home from a long day, finding you in bed all cozy in the covers. You smell so good, the remnants of your shower gel and lotion leaving sweet hints on your skin.

"Hi, baby," you greet, your eyes moving onto his slouched and exhausted-looking frame.

"Mmph," he muffles as he slumps onto your body. His arms wrap around your waist as he smushes his head between your pillowy tits and snuggles into you.

"Long day?" you question, though you already know the answer. Your hands run up his clothed back into his hair, and you gently tug on the strands. He lets out a content sigh when you start to scratch his scalp lightly, trying to soothe him. Bonus points if you rake your nails down his back; one would think you're giving him the sloppiest head of his life due to the sounds emitting from his mouth.

Every time you kiss him, he moans into it, loving the feeling of your silky lips brushing against his. He can't help but slip his tongue into your mouth, craving the taste of you more than anything he's ever wanted for. When you pull away, he whines, instantly chasing your lips for another kiss with his big puppy-dog eyes. You can't help but give him one more because the needy look on his face is just too adorable to deny.

It doesn't matter if you're alone either. He isn't shy.

For instance, you're in the twinkie with the pogues, and everyone's minding their own business engaging in conversation. JJ's in his own world, scrolling on his phone. You smile, leaning over and rubbing his back. You press a kiss on his shoulder, and with the snap of your finger, he's melting into you. He makes a scene of it, too.

"Mmm, baby, you feel so good," he mewls while throwing his head back, melting into your touch. The group just groans and rolls their eyes, and JJ revels in it with a smirk on his face.

(nsfw)

It's so easy to turn him into a needy mess because the switch in him instantly comes alive at your touch. He loves being the one in control, but whenever the roles are reversed, he's begging for you to touch him.

Even something as small as your hand trailing up his thigh causes butterflies to erupt in his stomach. He feels your fingertips creeping closer and closer, and before he knows it, they're grazing against his covered and already-hard cock. His breath hitches when you palm him over his shorts, and he bucks his hips into you, craving more friction. He moans into your mouth and mumbles a desperate "stop teasing, baby," against your lips. He's already a goner, and he's still fully clothed.

Your hand draws his cock out from his shorts, and you stroke him torturously slow. Watching him squirm beneath your touch as his hips jut and thrust into your fist while he begs you to let him cum sends a thrill through you.

One thing's for sure; knowing that JJ loves you and your comforting, teasing touch more than anything in the world never gets old. And you love him and his just the same.

this is so long i'm so sorry

concepts

[moxfirefly]

I would like to ask for delicate hugs, but they linger longer the more both of you do it from the prompt list for Raphael if that is ok.

I love your blog and your writing! ❤️❤️

To have those big ol’ arms tight around you 😮‍💨

Love this anon! Let see how this goes.

Rated Feels/Romance/Tension.

The first thing that hit him was that fucking shower gel. It had the ability to linger so deliciously on your skin, mixing with your own scent. It was a punch to his senses, a good sucker punch that left him a little too giddy and ready for more.

This always happened when you two hugged.

So it was normal to press you against his chest and give a gentle squeeze, because you liked it when he did that.

It was fine to linger.

Right?

There was something natural to Raph’s scent, something between laundry detergent, some type of lotion and something so very him. You quite liked it, it was easy, you could tell it was him before you even turned to say hello.

What you liked though? What you enjoyed was how he could press you up against himself and squeeze. You loved weighted blankets but it paled so the pressure Raph’s arms could supply, the effortless way he lifted you off your feet several inches.

He always set you down, placed his hands on your shoulder before give them an affectionate squeeze. The fluidity of the motion is comforting, something to be expected whenever the two of you embraced.

With time the song and dance would change, small little intricate details that could’ve remained blind to the naked eye.

But you felt it, Raph felt it.

It was a greedy tune up, his arms fell a little lower to your waist, his chin rested more relaxed on your shoulder. The strands of your hair fanning his face and drowning him in the scent that very much had him mesmerized from day one.

You became more aware of his physique, the strength that lay within those arms, the press of his biceps and how nice it felt to run your hands down the obliques on the side of his torso. He was just to big and so strong.

Raph likes the small scattering of pink when he pulled away. The way your eyes stole a glance at his body, something about that filled him with so much pride, it left him a little dizzy with the ego rush.

As more time passed, and more time progressed, every little moment spent with each other, those embraces continued to evolve.

They evolved into something that left more questions than answers.

But god, did they supply another rush to his bloodstream, and left your skin all goose flesh.

That very night, when he went to see goodnight, make his way out of your window, the usual practiced motions…

He couldn’t pull away.

He held you close, chanced a soft caress to the back of your head. He felt your sigh more than he heard it, the small gush of air against his chest where you had glued yourself to. He was so firm, like stone, the scales a little cold against your skin. It was comforting, felt nice to have him life this.

It was the circles he drew on your back.

It was the way you reached up to the backs of his arms, fingertips running around the edges of his shell.

It was the fact that time continued to pass and yet neither of you could pull away.

[girlypopbops]

⋆°✩the ultimate shower vibe✩°⋆

foremost: light a vanilla scented candle, put some LED lights and this playlist on

:·ﾟ✧:·.☽˚。·ﾟ✧:·.:

must brings into the shower room:

icy cold bev of choosing

speaker

silky robe

super soft towel

shower essential products:

bar of soap (dove)

shaving cream (skintamite coconut shaving cream)

razor

face wash (cerave)

scalp cleaner (naturelab tokyo perfect shine clarifying scalp exfoliator)

shampoo (neutrogena t-gel)

conditioner (loreal volumizing conditioner)

skin exfoliator (tree hut coco colada)

body wash (ogx coconut coffee scrub and wash)

post shower essentials:

after shave (tend skin solution)

body oil (coconut)

body cream (cerave)

body lotion (EOS)

deodorant (native coconut)

body spray (victoria secret coconut paradise)

wow dream coat spray for hair

heat protectant spray

[latenightdaydreams]

I had an idea .. what about something with college!konïg & bitchy!reader .. she’s kinda quiet , but looks down on everyone . He’s infatuated with her and he wants to break her . He starts stalking her to FULL EXTENT, taking pictures, following her around for a few weeks/days etc and one day she comes home and he’s there.. when she goes to shower someone follows behind her and he rapes her after she comes out the shower 😩 her eyes widen as he covers her mouth and her muffled screams and flailing arms are no use against konigs strength. (Also..she’s short🙊)

I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE..you’re my fav konïg writer!!😊 no rush!! Thank you🙋🏻‍♀️

Thank you so much!!!! I hope you have a great day/night and thank you for the love💖

CollegeAU!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

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🚫MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING🚫

>cw: fem/afab, non-con, p in v, stalking, oral, impregnation threats.

2.6k word count

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König sits on a bench on campus, seemingly scrolling on his phone, but in reality, he’s taking a video of you as you walk to your next class. The way you carry yourself with such confidence, walking as if no one could touch you. Being barely 5 feet tall, he could easily toss you over his shoulder.

Before you can get too far away, König stands up and follows you keeping a safe distance behind you. He takes photos of you, zooming in on your face when you turn to look for cars before crossing the street. While he wants to remain hidden, he also wants you to notice him. Make eye contact with him or something. Yet, you never do. You’re so self-absorbed that you don’t notice anyone around you; such an easy target to kidnap.

As König watches, you enter the building for class. His heart sinks, knowing it will be a few hours before he sees you again. In the meantime, he watches the video he took and stares at the photos of you. The white shirt you’re wearing today shows a little of your black bra. You must be aware, yet you choose to wear it, anyway. Tempting little vixen.

Once your class lets out, König sees you leaving the building. The only thought on your mind is rushing home to get away from all these idiots on campus. In such a rush that you’ve failed to even notice the giant man that has been following you like a shadow.

For being so small, you hurry through the crowds, almost causing König to lose sight of you. Thankfully, he caught you at the crosswalk. He walks up beside you slowly, this being the closest that he’s ever gotten to you. You press the button to cross repeatedly as if that will hurry things up for you. It causes König to smirk, chucking quietly to himself.

The proximity to you drives his mind wild. You smell like your warm vanilla body lotion that he’s watched you put on every single class he has with you. He can only assume that your pussy would smell strongly of your shower gel and a hint of your naturally sweaty cunt. What a delicious mix. His eyes travel up and down your short body. You barely reach his chest as he stands there.

As you turn your head and look at König, standing so close to you. Your eyes meet his with an annoyed look on your expression. Why the fuck is he standing so close?

“Do you have a problem?” You bark at him, snapping König out of his thoughts about how you’d look riding his massive body.

“No, just waiting to cross.” König gazes down at you with an unreadable expression crossing his face. He tries his best to hide the fact that he is obsessed with you, but there is a certain glimmer in his eyes that makes your stomach churn.

“Whatever, just back up.” You demand as you take two steps to the side to put distance between the two of you.

König’s eyes follow you and ask you to back away from him. The light turns red and the small walking signal signs for you both to cross the street. Since you’ve seen him, he puts some distance between the two of you by making a turn. He’s familiar with the area in which your apartment is so he just takes a different route to you.

Thankfully he reaches the apartment before you do. He stands, lingering by some bushes as he watches you walk into your apartment. Your breasts bounce as you look down at your phone, oblivious to König standing only a few feet away from you. There is a mom, clearly frazzled by something that passes you, accidently bumping you.

“I’m so sorry!” The woman turns to apologize.

You don’t apologize, even though it was your fault for not looking where you were walking. Instead, your eyes shoot daggers at the poor woman, making him look even more sad in her face. You’re such a selfish woman. Always thinking that you’re better than everyone around you. As if we are all below you. It’s going to be so sweet to watch you crumble.

A few weeks pass of König silently following you, obsessively gazing at you during the one class her shares with you. After being able to memorize your schedule. You have very few friends, friends that you don’t hang out with. Everyday you rush home after class. Spending time on campus around others seems to be the last thing you want to do. Little do you know how easy you make it for König.

König waits until 9am, when you leave for your 9:30 class. He’s dressed in a casual outfit to blend in, but with a cap on just so no one could make out his facial features. The second you make it to the cross walk; König slips inside the apartment complex and heads for the third floor. With a stride that said he belongs here; he makes his way past a few random people to your door.

There he stands, looking both ways to make sure that no one sees him as he pulls out a tool to get past your door’s locks. No one was none the wiser, allowing König to successfully get away with entering your home.

As he stands there, his eyes scope out his surroundings, taking in how you’ve decorated your little home. His massive frame seems even bigger in this apartment. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge to see what you eat. Mostly junk food with the cliché browning spinach in a bag. You really should eat better.

Continuing his exploration, he eventually finds himself in your bedroom. Feminine, but not overbearing. It smells of your vanilla lotion and body spray, messy with clothing overflowing from the hamper in the corner of your room. He approaches the pile and crouches down, tilting his head to the side as he notices a pair of black cotton panties. Of course he grabs them, brings them to his face to smell. It smells like you wore these on a day you skipped a shower, a white patch on the fabric from your discharge. He’s found treasure.

König quickly shoves it into his pocket and walks to your unmade bed. He grabs your pillow and brings it up to his nose, taking a deep inhale to savor the scent of you. It’s addicting. As he holds your pillow like a stuffed animal, he checks the time on his watch. He still has forty-five minutes until you show up. That seems like a lifetime away.

As he searched your home, he found his hiding spot. In the second bedroom, you use it for mostly storage, seemingly not going in there a lot. The closest is big enough for him to slip into and it’s directly across from your bedroom. He moves into position, hiding and waiting for you. The underwear in his pocket keeps him entertained until you can come home.

Finally, you’re home, walking into your apartment and kicking off your shoes. Today the hall you were in for lecture was hot and sticky, the hold building having a failing air conditioning system. You enter your room and pull your clothing off, tossing it on the vast pile of clothes in the corner.

König stays as still as a statue as he listens to your movements in the bedroom, moving to the bathroom. Slowly, he puts your underwear back into his pocket. He can hear the shower curtains pull back and you're stepping in. With steady steps, he leaves the room and approaches the hallway. His eyes land on the cracked door of the bathroom, steam from your hot shower pouring out of the gaps of the door. The aroma of your body wash floods König’s nostrils. He takes a deep breath and continues on forward.

The bathroom door opens without a sound, the mirror foggy from the heat. He watches your silhouette through the sheer shower curtain, his cock instantly hardening. The reaction when you see him will be very negative. He’s ready for it.

The shower turns off and you open the curtain to grab your towel. He watches your shiny water covered arm reach out and grasp it. Only seconds pass by, but it feels as if time has slowed down as you slowly look over and meet König’s gaze. You freeze as your eyes widen. The weird tall Austrian man from campus, König.

You open your mouth to let out a terrified scream, but König dashes forwards and covers your mouth. He moves behind you, wrapping his other hand around your waist and lifting you up. Your legs and arms flail, hitting him with everything you’ve got, but it doesn’t affect König one bit.

“You think you can push me away?” He laughs, dragging your wet body from the bathroom to your bedroom.

Once inside, he tosses you on the bed, locking the door behind him. You let out one scream before he pounces on you once again and covers your mouth. He has you pinned to your mattress, his free hand groping your breasts, shaking them and pinching your nipple. You squirm underneath him trying to break free, but he is a 6’10 280lb man. There is no breaking free.

König reaches into his pocket, removing your dirty underwear, showing it into your mouth to muffle your sounds; pinning your arms to your side with his legs. He leans back, tossing his cap on the ground, showing off his messy blonde hair. His shirt follows next, exposing his solid body to you. You twist your body in an attempt to become free, but nothing works.

As König undoes his jeans, pulling them down, you notice a tattoo right about his cock. It reads, ‘y/n’, your name. With wide eyes, you look up at him. He’s smirking down at you, enjoying your reaction to seeing your name on his body.

“What? You have nothing to say?” He laughs mockingly. “Don’t fucking move.”

König stands up from the bed to take his pants and underwear off completely. You instantly pull your underwear out and stand to rush to the door. You scream and turn the knob, but it’s locked. As your adrenaline rushes, your hands shake, making you miss the lock. König grabs you from behind and pushes you over the edge of your bed, shoving your face into the comforter to quiet your screams.

“I’m in charge here, Liebling. You think you can just go through life treating people like shit?!” König growls next to your ear. His erection rubs against your plump ass as he leans over you. On one hand, he has a firm grasp on the back of your neck, the other is squeezing your hips and pulling you back to rub against his cock.

“Fuck you!” You shout muffled, but he hears you.

He laughs. “Do you really think you’re in the position to be speaking to me like that?”

Without removing his hand from your neck, he leans back and holds his cock, slapping it against your ass. You try to kick him continuously. König isn’t even phased by your kicks, you're so small that you’re nothing compared to him.

With his legs, he spreads yours apart. Your feet barely even reach the ground, making this easier for König. His massive legs, like tree trunks, do a good job keeping you in place. You hit the bed with your arms, trying to push yourself up, but you can’t.

König doesn’t even struggle, focusing on getting his thick ten-inch cock into you. He spreads your ass cheeks apart to see that beautiful tight ass hole. As tempting as it is, he slides his cock up and down your sweet folds.

“Not wet for me, Liebling? No worries.” König mocks as he spits down onto his cock, rubbing it around as lube. He lines his cock up with your entrance, ignoring your struggle as he pushes himself in.

A pathetic whimper leaves König as he feels your velvety walls clenching around him, not wanting to accept him. He doesn’t go slow, just pushing forward until he can almost shove all of himself within you. Without giving you time to adjust to his size, he begins to slam his hips against you. The fat on your ass ripples with every harsh thrust forward.

König can hear pained moans flow from you with every thrust. His hand comes down and slaps your ass, leaving a large red mark behind. “Your pussy is so fucking good.” König moans out to you. He grabs a handful of ass and pounds harder into you.

Your pussy getting wet from feeling his cock stuff you completely. His cock came out shiny with every thrust. A euphoric burst of pleasure travels throughout his whole body. He finally has you here, under him, and he’s in complete control here.

You listen to König moan and whimper with pleasure as he fucks you. Your tiny cunt wraps around him, struggling to fit him. His blonde pubs getting covered in your wetness as your body betrays you, enjoying the way he fucks you ruthlessly.

He pulls out without warning, pulling you back by your hair and forcing you to the ground on your knees. You let out a pained grunt from him pulling your hair. His wet cock slaps your face instantly, rubbing back and forth as you close your mouth trying to avoid it.

König grabs your jaw tightly and pulls down. “Open up. If you bite me, I’ll shove it in your ass.” He adds just in case you have any ideas.

You glare up at him, your attitude still defiant. It excites König. He can go as long as this takes to see the fierce look leave your eyes. As your mouth opens, he pushes his cock inside. The feeling of your teeth scraping him doesn’t phase him. His cock goes forward more as he holds your head still. His damp public hair touches your nose as you gap from his cock filling your throat. Your hands on his thighs hitting and pushing to get air. He doesn’t give it to you, but holds you there until you throw up.

“There you go.” König whispers as he pulls back. Your thick globs of saliva fall on to your breasts. You feel absolutely disgusted, but König absolutely loves little Miss perfection looking like a mess.

König lets go of your hair and pushes you back. You fall onto the hardwood floor beneath you as he grabs your ankles and pulls you forward to him. He drops to his knees and pushes your legs back towards your shoulders, positioning himself. With one hard thrust he watches your pussy lips part to take him in. The look of disgusted pleasure on your face only serves to egg him on more.

“I’m going to cum deep inside of this pussy, ja? Make you a single mom.” He groans at the thought of you being swollen with his baby, struggling to get by without help. People would judge you the way you judge them. Show you how it feels to be on the other side of things.

“No!” You shout back. Your eyes open, meeting his stare with a shadow of fear, finally. Look at you, so fucking beautiful and weak. You’re his little fuck toy now, his to have fun with. His precious broke little fuck toy.

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Wait the lower one is from me but i don't really remember the whole details of what I've written there 😭😂 lemme dig my brain first 😔 but i remember mentioning something abt TF 141 with good smelled reader and they can't keep themselves from clinging or getting closer to reader (?)

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Sharkiee 🥹 I'm lucky enough since you still remember a bit of the request! and actually I was thinking about good smelled reader these days too, but my ass get caught in my job these days 🫨 here's some hcs but I feel like there's still a lot of things I can brainrot, I'll add more to this when I can form them into words asdfghjk, as always tyvm for the ask🫡💖

Price He rarely smokes when you’re aside because it will cover your scent.  Invades your personal space on the helo when you guys are heading back to base so he can bask in your smell. It’s refreshing and unlike those stinky men he says. The sleep-deprived captain got a lavender pillow from you, and he threw his old one immediately, hadn’t been so excited to end the day and sleep after years, because you used the same pillow, and your hair smells literally like it, and he relaxed lot more with it. (when you're both on leave then he will ditch it since he has you instead)

Soap Kick him into the shower before he smears his sweat on you with how much he likes to cling to you and is unable to pry off after missions. Getting called Soap is obviously unrelated to his body wash, the plain 3 in 1 one that makes you just shove your shower gel in his grasp. You know he just wants to steal yours so he can smell like you, but if you buy him the same product he’ll still snatch yours. Makes you wear his shirts so he can get it back and wear your scent like cologne around, he doesn’t care if you yell ew at him, nor he care that others might tease him for getting claimed by you, to be honest, that’s his goal. Everyone should know he’s knee-deep for you.

Gaz He smells good or at least not bad after missions, but still loves to tail after you. Maybe you two share the same perfume, but he insists that it smells different on you (bastard just want to find an excuse to squish himself against you, but the rejections always swallowed by you before they can come out, his beautiful eyes aren’t just decorations, he knows you’re weak when he looks at you with pleading eyes) Personally think that Gaz probably has some weird obsession with your nape, and when you spray your perfume there every morning, it’ll attract him like he’s a pokemon, sneak a chance to sniff and press a kiss there until you scowl at him. You put on lotions after showers to prevent dry skin? He won’t miss the chance to help you. Maybe that’s the secret you always smell so enchantingly, if you shoo him off and say you can do it yourself, he will look at you with sad eyes till you feel guilty and hand him the bottle of body lotion.

Ghost Caught him secretly sniffing around you after a mission and he didn’t talk to you the whole night out of embarrassment. He just sat on the bed and tried to intimidate you with his stare (0 damage when his cheeks were pink whenever you tease him). In the end he just gave in and admitted he loves how well you smell 24/7, and when you’re both on leave, he will drown himself in your bed sheets or the plushie you have. The plushie is his now, don’t expect to have it back unless he feels like your scent on it fades, that’s when you can squeeze it between you and him during sleep.

[thestoryofella]

sunburnt

summary: after spending a day on the beach to take a break from London's constant noise, you end up sunburnt to a crisp. In an attempt to avoid Sirius's teasing, you desperately try to stay hidden. However, when you're finally forced to ask for help, you're reminded of the importance of choosing love over embarrassment.

warnings: fluff, swearing.

sirius black x reader ✿ 1275 words

After getting tired of the near-constant noise in London and the lack of scenery, you planned a solitary beach day to do nothing but read, lounge, and enjoy the nearly ice-cold pineapple you’d prepped the night before. You sprawled out under the sun from sunrise to near sunset, only dipping in the splashing, cold water when you woke up from a snoozy nap spent on a beach towel. Once the sun nearly set and you’d finished the book you packed for the day, you packed up your things and started the journey home.

When you reached the bus station to return to central London, you realized the issue, catching your reflection in the large, circular mirror near the bus driver. You had gotten burnt to a crisp during your beach day, and Sirius would never let you live it down.

Before you left in the morning, Sirius, ever the caring partner, had packed face sunscreen, body sunscreen, and aloe vera into your oversized tote bag. He had even checked if you had applied some in the morning before you rushed out the door. You, torn between the desire to lounge on the beach and the fear of missing the bus, had lied to him before planting a quick kiss on his cheek and dashing to the station. 

Now, you deeply regret not listening to him. In addition to your current appearance, your skin is inflamed, hot, scaly, and hurts to the touch. When you pressed down on your irritated skin, your fingers left an unmistakable mark associated with a severe sunburn. 

“Perfect,” you sarcastically muttered to yourself. 

When you finally stopped at the station closest to yours and Sirius’s shared flat, you walked quickly to get home, eager to shower with cold water and hopefully reduce the inflammation your sunburn caused. The plan was simple: you’d get home, dash to the shower, avoid Sirius for the rest of the night, and then what? After some consideration, you decide you’ll have to sleep with a paper bag over your head and in pajamas best suited for a nun. 

Once you reach your shared flat, you can hear Sirius inside cooking dinner. The low sizzle of sautéing vegetables and gentle humming is his giveaway. Quickly unlocking the door and tiptoeing inside, you sneak past the kitchen without detection until a creaking floorboard gives you away. 

Your heart lurches into your stomach. It’s no use being this sneaky over a sunburn, but you wanted to avoid Sirius’s teasing for as long as possible–even though you sometimes secretly loved it.

Sirius’s head turns to look at you, but you do not turn to face him. “Hi, dollface,” he says. You hear the words come out of his mouth, and you really want to turn around and greet him with a hug, but you are determined to avoid detection. 

You suck in a quick breath before tumbling out the words, “I gotta go hop in the shower before dinner, love you!” With that said, you run to the bathroom, your feet smacking down on the floorboards with each step before loudly closing the door. 

Great, that wasn’t suspicious at all, you think to yourself. You have the urge to facepalm your forehead before remembering the searing pain that would follow.

You hopped in the shower, sighing in relief when the cold water hit your inflamed back. Showering after days spent at the beach was the best. 

When you finally finished showering, you had devised a regimen to defeat your sunburn and hopefully avoid pain. You put thick lotion on every area of your sunburnt skin, planning to top it off with a layer of aloe vera gel for added measure. 

Things were going swimmingly. You’d lotioned every irritated limb and your unusually puffy cheeks–resembling a hamster with too much food in their mouth. That was until you tried to lotion your back and realized that your short arms and the searing pain of trying to stretch them due to sunburn would not make applying products easy. 

“No, no, no!” You exasperatedly muttered. You must swallow your pride to take care of your severely sunburnt back. The issue wasn’t that Sirius would be mean per se, but he would undoubtedly tease you before dotingly helping you. Plus, you really didn’t want him to know you had lied to him this morning, evading his attempts to prevent this in the first place. 

Defeat clouded your brain. Swallowing your pride, you peeked out the bathroom door before feebly calling, “Siri, can you help me quickly.” It wasn’t even a second later that you heard him set down plates and footsteps approaching your location. 

Now, face-to-face with your raven-haired boyfriend, you offered him a coy smile that silently said, please don’t be mad at me. His eyes slowly took in the sight of your sunburnt face. Unbeknownst to him, your back looked a lot worse. 

You stood in silence for only a second before he reacted exactly how you thought he would. He let a bellowing laugh escape his mouth before pressing a smiling kiss to your inflamed forehead. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a tomato!”

You were sure you did at this point. The combination of inflamed skin, paired with your now red cheeks from Sirius’s affectionate teasing, was sure to have reddened your skin. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t look more like a beet. 

You playfully shoved his shoulder before cracking the door wide enough for him to sneak in. “Can you please just help me put some lotion and aloe vera on my back?” You tried to sound stern, but a smile still graced your lips. 

He let another laugh escape his mouth upon observing your sunburnt back. “I thought I packed your sunscreen, and you said you put some on before leaving.” 

You huffed in response, crossing your arms over your chest. “I know; I was just so eager to get to the beach and forgot to put some on,” you complained, slightly whining. 

“You know what I always tell you?” He asks.

“No,” you lied. You knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“Sirius knows best!” He nearly sings out before pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

“Sirius,” you whined out, not wanting to be reminded of your unfortunate errors. He usually knew best, but you would never in a million years admit that to him. 

“Okay, okay,” He laughs, holding his hands up in mock defense before gently lathering both lotion and aloe vera gel onto your inflamed back. 

You nearly sigh at the relief but hold your tongue, a feeble attempt to humble his enormous ego. Instead, you opt for a simple “thank you,” turning around to envelop his torso in a tight hug. He responds by kissing your forehead, not wanting to press his hands into your irritated back.

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By the end of the evening, you were honestly sure you had managed to avoid most of Sirius’s teasing. After he had helped you with your back earlier, you two had enjoyed dinner together and were currently cuddled up in bed, about to fall asleep. 

Leaning over to kiss under your ear–possibly the only part of your skin protected from the sun’s wrath–Sirius wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered, “Goodnight, tomato.”

You rolled your eyes, letting a noticeable sigh escape your lips. You felt Sirius’s chest move with gentle laughter as he delighted in your feigned annoyance. 

You truly were never going to live this down. But you realized you were willing to put up with it if it meant you could stay wrapped in Sirius’s arms forever.

[abigails-gf]

hiii would u write something sweet about reader having self harm scars on her arms and thighs and being ashamed of them, but abby comforts her by showing that she has scars too? though abby’s scars are not from sh, they’re from fighting but abby tells reader that she’s a fighter too and made it out in the end <3

abby anderson x f!reader.

warnings: reader has self-h*rm scars.

a/n: hii anon! thank you so much for this request. i don't know if you've seen, but i have some more stories of abby and her partner with sh scars, you can find it on my masterlist! i hope you're okay. and what abby says here is what i wished all of us, who (used to) cope with self-harm could hear. sending you all so much love. 🫶🏻🫂

you and abby are in your shared room. she just got out of the shower, wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top, her blonde hair falling on her shoulders. she sits on the edge of the old mattress. "what?" she asks, noticing the way you stare at her. "nothing. hey, are those new?" you point to some scratches on her arms and one under her chin. "mhm. ran into some seraphites today. but it's alright."

you reach for the healing cream in your backpack and open the lid, putting some in your hands. "mel gave this to me." you say, holding abby's arm. abby hisses as the cold cream touches her skin. you rub it over her freckled forearm, being gentle when touching her scars. she kisses your head. "thank you, baby." you look at her and hold her chin, kissing her pouty lips before rubbing the cream over her chin scar. "does it hurt?" she shakes her head. she takes your hands in hers and looks into your eyes. she kisses you softly. "give me the cream, baby. s'my turn to care for you."

you give her the cream. "what for?" abby nods towards your arms as she puts a little cream into her big palm. "roll up your sleeves for me." you do as she asks, putting your hand over your other arm to hide the scars. abby tries to take your hand off your arm. "baby, need to take care of your scars." you shake your head. "no, i don't want you to see."

"i've seen them before, sweet girl. no need to hide." she speaks softly. you let your hand fall on your lap as abby takes your hand in hers, applying the cream on your scars. you look away. "what is it, mmh? talk to me."

"it's just – it's stupid. my scars are stupid." abby tuts. "don't say that, baby." she caresses your skin, tracing over your scars with her fingertips. "but they are. yours are because of combat, you didn't choose to get them." abby sighs and looks at you. "baby." she says sternly. "you didn't choose to get your scars either. you didn't choose for your mind to be so – so mean to you." you're on the verge of tears. she continues to rub your arm. "lay down for me, sweetheart."

you lay down on the bed, looking at abby as she takes off your pyjama pants. she looks at your thighs and back up at you. she presses on the tube of gel, the lotion falling on your skin. her big hands start to knead your thigh. "in a way, you're a fighter too, baby." she says softly. "it's not easy, surviving in this world. now add all the horrible things your mind inflicts on you, the pressure you put on yourself..." she kisses one of your scars and looks up at you. "you're a fighter, baby. the strongest woman i know." she kisses your scars, without breaking eye contact. "i love you. love you so much. how you got your scars doesn't invalid your suffering, baby. okay?" she caresses your thigh. you smile at her, tears now rolling down your cheeks. abby gets up from between your legs and hugs you. "my baby." her scent comforts you, you hold her tightly against you. "you're strong, sweetheart. okay? you're a fighter. and i'm so proud of you for fighting against all the bad thoughts you get, all the urges you have." she cups your face, wiping your tears with her thumb. "i'm so proud of you, my sweet girl. you're here, with me. you make this world more bearable, make living easier for me. you're here. despite all the horrible things you've been through, you're still here with me, baby." you sob, putting your hands above hers.

she kisses you softly, tasting your salty tears against her lips. you sniffle and look at her. "thank you for being here, abby. i wouldn't be here today without you." you kiss her once more, feeling her smile against your lips. "it's all you, baby. you're here, alive, because of you, because of how strong and resilient you are. i'm just here to support you, just a shoulder you can cry on. it's all you." she kisses your forehead.

"i love you, sweet girl, my little soldier." she kisses your cheeks. "i love you more, abs."

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[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 20 all chapters

gif credit to dilfgifs

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You try to go as long as you can, but later that night you decide you just can’t stand it anymore. You’re pretty sure it’s been days, and you feel gross.

“Can I…use your shower?”

He turns to you with a small smile. “You mean, our shower? Yes.”

Hoping that’s the end of it, and this exchange won’t get weird, you slip out from under his arm to go into the bathroom. You check your prospects, finding expensive shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, shaving gel…but no razor. You guess you get it, kind of, but really. Then again, maybe you'd better not ask. Why send mixed signals by shaving off your body hair? It’s just an aesthetic mostly catering to the male gaze anyway…

But it bugs you.

You pop your head back out of the door. “Razor?”

He doesn’t even look up from his book.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This annoys you for some reason. “Just so you know, I am not going to try to kill myself.” Brave words for someone in your situation, but at least at the moment, you mean them.

“I was more worried you might try to kill me.”

You open your mouth again, until he fixes you with that laser-like stare. “Just take your shower, y/n, or do I have to come in there to help you?”

The thought of his large hands on your body slick with soap sends an inconvenient spear of desire straight to your center.

“No.”

You disappear fast as a groundhog into its burrow, closing the door behind you.

“Door open!” he yells in that particular tone, and sensing the shift in his mood, you comply rather than pull his tail some more.

Well done, you, you chide yourself as you strip out of your dirty dress and your ACE bandage in the cavernous shower. He was actually in a good mood, somehow, after you tried to knock his head off with a book. And now you…what? You did something to piss him off, at least a little bit.

Learning his moods was going to take some doing.

It was the only way you were getting out of here alive.

You keep looking over your shoulder, half expecting to see him looming behind you. That man moves silent as a ghost when he feels like it.

It’s creepy. And…kind of hot, if you’re being honest, but that is not a helpful thought.

You feel a thousand times better with all the grime washed from your hair and your body. You wrap yourself in a big fluffy towel that feels like a cloud on your skin, and put off going into the bedroom by drying your hair.

There are products on the sink that you use, face lotions and hair creams, and more expensive versions of the same type that you could never afford. How did he know?

Then again, he has fucking gorgeous hair, he probably knows more about styling product than you do.   

You turn to look at his handiwork upon your bum. The bruise is a red and purple swirl nearly the size of your fist. You can actually see the neat lines of his teeth marks. “Jesus Christ.”

His eye was going to heal way before that was.

When you can’t really dawdle in the bathroom anymore, you war with the next conundrum.

Fresh clothes.

Fuck it. You march out, heading for the closet without making eye contact with the reclining leopard on the bed. You can feel his eyes on you, and fuck if it doesn’t turn you on to be watched like that. Like you are some kind of prize to be desired.

It feels utterly insane to you, to say the least. You’re not that beautiful, but he looks at you like you’re Helen of Troy.  

With your hand on the closet door John clears his throat pointedly.

You know you can’t ignore him. Risking his wrath while you’re wrapped in nothing but a bath towel is so not a good idea.

You turn to find he’s laid something out at the foot of the bed for you already.

“Wear this,” he says. It’s an order clothed in velvet. Polite, but…you sense the unyielding directive underneath.

You pad on bare feet to the foot of the bed. It’s a silky lavender nightie with lace at the bodice. Nothing too wacky. No embarrassing peep holes or extraneous straps. You are somewhat relieved.

Until you see the underwear he’s paired with them.

Your underwear, as a matter of fact.   

Those went missing a long time ago.

Speechless, you look to him, knowing you look like a fish out of water but unsure what to say.

This has been going on for way longer than you even knew, and you didn’t have a clue.

“You took these from my apartment.” You manage not to yell it.

“I didn’t want you to wear them for anyone but me.” He has the cheek to sound grouchy about it, like you did something wrong.

You feel your temper rising like the mercury in a thermometer. You know you’re going to say something stupid, but you just don’t know how to keep it in.

“How. Fucking. Dare you?”

He just sighs, like he already knows how this is going to go. “Don’t play this game with me, baby.”

You bite down on the impulse to demand he not call you baby.

“You could have just…asked me out. I would have said yes, you know?”

He actually looks away as you tell him this.

“Maybe you would have. Until you realized I’m just a bitter old man, and you would have left me.”

You blink at that. How can he be so smart, and yet so blind?

“I knew you were a bitter old man all along! But you know what? I liked you anyway. I thought you were interesting, and funny, and so fucking handsome, and I wanted to fuck you. But now…” You clench your fists, shaking with all the vitriol you know you can’t unleash on this unpredictable man.

This unpredictable killer.

He takes your fury, seemingly nonplussed. You’re not sure any of it registers at all, and it takes some of the wind out of your sails. “This isn’t love, John,” you say quietly, your throat tightening with every syllable. “Love is…having the courage to bare your heart to the sword, and take what comes. You can’t control it like this.”

He tilts his head at this, a wave of that lovely dark hair covering his face. You get the feeling like he’s hiding from you, when he does that.

Finally he asks, “Have you ever been stabbed, y/n?”

Your heart skips a beat, as you wonder if he’s threatening you. “No.”

“Well let me tell you. It fucking hurts.”

Then he reaches down the bed to pluck up the panties, sticking them in his pocket. “I guess I’ll just keep these. You’re not going to need them anyway.”

You glare daggers at him.

He offers you the slightest, smuggest, smile.

“You sonofabitch.”

“Watch that mouth, kitten. Unless you want me to fill it up with something else.”

You bare your teeth with the thought. “I fucking dare you,” you spit, snatching up the nightie to take it to the bathroom to change.

“Nuh uh,” he interjects. “Change here.”

You freeze in your tracks, understanding exactly what he’s demanding of you.

This is how it’s going to be, you tell yourself. He’s going to be sweet, and then he’s going to be insufferable, and if you’re not careful, he’ll get downright mean. Don’t be fooled by the sweet moods, because all the rest is just beneath the surface waiting.

It was so hard to remind yourself of that, when he was being good to you.

You don’t turn around. You moonlighted as a drawing model after college. You can handle this, right? He’s already seen parts of you anyway…

It’s soooooooooo much different than being in that classroom, when you undo your towel and let it fall to the floor. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare form. In the end, knowing it’s just your backside, that he’s already gotten way more than an eyeful of…doesn’t really help. With shaking hands you quickly you pull the nightie over your head.

You hope he feels guilty about the size of that fucking bruise, but you have a feeling he probably likes seeing his marks on you.

“Come here.” He practically purrs, and your flesh aches for the sound. Fuck.

You turn to face him, but do not move. Once again, that glorious boner is making an appearance. It’s almost flattering, how often this man has a hard-on when he’s around you. If this had been a normal relationship, you would have made it your mission to oblige him at every opportunity, just to see what the old man could take.

As it is…all you want to do is fight him, and you know you are destined to lose.

He pats his thigh, as though he expects you to sit on his lap. Without underwear. Or a bra. Or a sense of self-preservation.

You shake your head no with the glitter of moisture in the corners of your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless in your life, and you hate it.

 He frowns at your defiance. My god, no one can do a forbidding frown, like Mr. John Wick. It lodges your heart in your throat, even while you find him magnificent.

“Are you going to make me make you?”

And there it is.

You sigh, and you feel like a piece of your soul exits your body. Good. Good, be empty. He can’t hurt an empty husk.

“I guess so.”

You close your eyes, and you wait. You wait for his rough hands, for the violence that is surely coming to you. You shake like a leaf, unable to stop. You don't know why you'd allowed yourself to hold out some hope, that maybe he really wasn't going to hurt you.

Yet, it does not come.

You open your eyes to find him still frowning at you. He hasn’t moved a muscle.

The longest three seconds of your life tick by. You count them in your thundering heartbeats, and then he scoots over on the bed. “Fine. Come lay by me then.”

You are shocked to your toes. You forget how to move. 

“Now.” He snaps his fingers, pointing to the bed beside him, and you scurry over before he loses his patience with this kinder offer. Cautiously you crawl up beside him, and when he holds up his arm you understand the cue, snuggling into his side with your head on his shoulder. 

Alright, this, you can do. 

This feels almost…normal. The way your head fits into the divot of his shoulder is just…divine, if you’re being honest, and your body shudders as you suppress a sob, hiding your face against his chest. It’s not fair, that you still want him so much, and you mourn for the promise of sweetness that was snatched from your table before you ever really got a chance to taste it.

“Shh,” he soothes, touching your hair, his big hand dwarfing the crown of your head. “I’ll try to remember to be patient with you.”

You nod against him, wanting to believe him, knowing that makes you a sad little fool.

“But my patience has its limits. Remember that, kitten.”

Oh. You weren’t going to forget.

He continues to hold you, and eventually your heart slows, the tension in your body finally relaxing.

It’s incredible, really, how you just can’t leave well enough alone.

Now that you’ve both calmed, you feel bold enough to ask, “John?”

“Yeah, baby?” His lips on the top of your head make your eyelids flutter, it’s so sweet.

“Do you…at least know that it was wrong, to break into my apartment?” You feel like the answer to this one question will help you gauge everything about his state of mind.

He is silent for a long time. Long enough to let your imagination run rampant with the things he might do to punish you for this impertinence, after he was so generous as to just let you lay down with him and snuggle.

Yet there’s no anger in his voice when he answers, “Yeah. But I’ve been breaking the law my whole life, sweetheart, and no one’s stopped me yet.”

It’s the truth, and a nice neat little warning, all wrapped up in one.

You should be scared again, but you just sigh against his chest. Maybe you’ve used up whatever hormone is responsible for adequate fear responses for the day. Or maybe…his games are working on you already, claiming your sanity inch by inch.

You lay there in his arms, and eventually you start to doze. He strokes your hair, a sweet and lulling touch that makes you curl your toes. When those featherlight fingertips find their way to the back of your neck, and the tops of your shoulders, you cannot help but squirm. In your half-asleep state, this is your kryptonite, and your leg tangles with his, your pelvis pressing against his hip. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, to crane your head towards him.

Only when you feel him shift to lean towards you for a kiss, do you realize what you are doing.

You turn your head at the last second, and his grip on you tightens from comforting to bruising in a nanosecond. “Wait—”

He has you on your back before you can blink.

 “Are we still pretending you don’t want me, kitten?”

“I…”

Suddenly his hand is between your legs, manhandling you like he owns you, raking up your thigh to swipe at your folds. He finds you soaking wet with slick, of course, and he makes a point to press your clit with his thick fingers as he withdraws. It sends an agonizing jolt of desire spreading through the cradle of your hips, the ache in your stupid little cunt nigh unbearable. You hardly recognize the keening sound that escapes your mouth.

Was that you?

It worsens ten-fold as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. “Tastes like lies to me.”

Goddammit.

“John…”

You can hardly believe it, when he slides off of the bed, leaving you cold and alone, confused and filled with desire. The pulsing ache between your legs drowns out any rational thoughts you might have had a moment ago.

“Little liars don’t get to cum. I’ll let you think about that tonight.”

You feel like you did that night in Italy, watching him walk out the door when all you really want is to feel his thick, insatiable cock teeming inside you.

Which is fucking insane, of course.

And you were thinking he might be the crazy one?

 “Same rules, sweetheart. Don’t you dare touch yourself tonight. I’ll fucking know.”

With one last baleful look over of his shoulder he touches his hand to the lock, and sweeps out of the room. He leaves you stunned on the bed, disheveled and unsure, once again, of what the fuck just happened?

[hqbaby]

twelve — an agreement

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.4k content. swearing, mentions of sex, dick talk

It takes you a day to get over it. A day to get over your emotions and back under him. It’s pretty easy, if you’re being honest. You didn’t survive a year of sneaking around by trusting Suna Rintarou with your feelings. You’re not stupid. You know better than that.

“Can you get my lotion?” you call out, drying your hair on his bed while you scroll through your phone. “The old one, not the new one.”

“Where is it?”

“Beside your gel.”

He walks out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, and he tosses the bottle at you. “Catch.”

It topples into your lap. “Thanks,” you say mindlessly, eyes focused on your screen.

A notification pops up.

tsumu: do u wanna play smash bros

you: is that ur way of asking to fuck?

tsumu: WHAT

tsumu: IT’S A GAME U PERVERT

you: ik i’m just kidding

you: i’ll be over in a bit

“Why are you smiling?” Suna asks, putting on his shirt as he watches you type furiously. He smirks. “Still thinking about what I did to you in the shower?”

You shake your head. “Don’t even know what you’re talking about,” you say coyly, getting up. “I’m gonna go. I got somewhere to be.”

“Do you want me to drive you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, so it’s Atsumu.”

You glance at him and shrug. “Why do you care?” you ask, changing out of his clothes and into yours. “This is just sex, right?”

It’s petty, you know, but he deserves it. Just because you’re giving him what he wants, doesn’t mean you’re going to make it easy.

He rolls his eyes. “I told you I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know. I’m just kidding.” You grin at him as you put your perfume on. When he gives you an unconvinced look, you say, “Seriously, Rin. I don’t care. It’s true anyway.”

“You know it’s not true.”

“I mean, it kinda is.”

Suna shakes his head but decides to drop it. He won’t win. He never wins against you. “Why won’t you let me drive you to Atsumu’s?”

You check yourself in the mirror one last time before walking over to peck his cheek. “Because you don’t want people to know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder. “And, honestly, I don’t want people to know either.”

“What?” he asks, stunned. You’ve never said that to him before. For as long as this has been going on between the two of you, it’s always been hidden for his benefit, never yours. “Why?”

You give him one last look. “I’ve got a reputation too, you know,” you say, winking at him before leaving the room.

“Where’s the coffee?” you ask, opening a cupboard to find it empty as usual.

“My room!” Atsumu tells you, focused on the game he and Osamu are engrossed in. “Bedside table, third drawer.”

“Got it.”

You make your way over to his room. It’s a little more cluttered than the first time you visited, but it’s pretty much the same. You grab the jar of coffee and take the jacket that’s on his bed, slipping it on as you go back out and close the door behind you.

The twins are taking a break, both on their phones. Atsumu smiles when he sees you, following you into the kitchen.

“Ya found it?” he asks, pulling out some mugs he must have stashed… somewhere.

“Yup,” you hold the jar up. “It was right beside the condoms.”

He grins at you cheekily. “Alphabetical order, babe.”

You chuckle. “Makes sense.”

The two of you set about making the coffee, Atsumu finding everything you need and you putting it all together. It’s like clockwork, the way you move. Like you’ve been doing this your whole lives even if you’ve only done it a few times. You rarely stay over at their place, what with it being so austere.

“Yer like an old married couple,” Osamu sighs, watching the two of you from the counter with his head resting in his hands. “‘Tsumu even looks the part.”

“Hey!” Atsumu says. He opens his mouth to hurl an insult at his brother when he stops in his tracks, catching sight of what you’re wearing. “That’s my jacket.”

You look down at the piece of clothing. “Oh, yeah, I was a little cold, I thought I’d borrow it,” you say. You’ve worn his clothes before, you never thought it was a problem. “Do you want it back? I can get something else—”

“No!” he says quickly. “Nah, it’s just—it’s my varsity jacket. Has ‘Miya’ written on the back.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “O-okay?”

Osamu sputters out laughing. “Yer really bad at this, man.”

Atsumu’s cheeks turn red. “I just meant to say it looks good on ya,” he tells you. “Ya can keep it. Wear it to school or somethin’—I mean! Only if ya wanna!”

“Oh,” you say, eyes widening when you realize what he means. He wants you to wear his name. He wants people to know that he wants you to wear his name. You can feel your heart racing. “Yeah, I can-I can do that. Thank you.”

Fuck Rin.

The other twin guffaws. “Yer the same kinda hopeless!” he says. “I love it!”

Atsumu turns his attention to him and they start arguing over something or other. You don’t really hear much of it. You’re too busy sipping your coffee and feeling the fabric of Atsumu’s jacket on your skin.

Miya.

You don’t mind it. You don’t mind it at all.

The two of you end up leaving the apartment when Osamu and his latest conquest start having loud, nasty sex in his room. You’re pretty sure it’s payback for all the times you and Atsumu have done the same thing to him.

You find yourselves sitting on a bench in a park across their building, staring up at the sky and pointing out which clouds look like dicks and which don’t.

“That one looks like yours,” you say, pointing at one particular cloud off to the side. “It even has your little curve thing.”

“I have a curve thing?” he asks. “I didn’t know that.”

You nod. “You do,” you tell him. “Makes it harder to suck you off.”

“Does not.”

“Does too.”

He points at another cloud. “That looks like Omi-Omi’s.”

“How do you know what Sakusa’s dick looks like?”

“What do ya think we do in the locker room?”

“Gross.” You turn your head back down, away from the clouds, and take in the view around you. The park is small, nothing special, but it has nice trees. Their colors are all changing as summer takes its last breath. “Hey, ‘Tsumu?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you serious about this?”

He looks at you with a raised brow. “Whaddya mean?”

“This,” you say, looking at him. “Us.”

Atsumu considers it for a moment.

You know something like this would normally scare you. Serious conversations and heartfelt responses aren’t your strong suits, especially when you’re fully-clothed and in public. Somehow, being so out in the open just makes conversations so much worse. But, for some reason, you’re not so scared right now. For some reason, the fact that you’re talking to Atsumu and no one else makes it better. Like your heart can take it.

“I am,” he says eventually. “I’m serious.”

You hum at his answer. “If I asked you to be my boyfriend, would you say yes?”

“Are ya askin’ if I wanna be yer boyfriend?”

You shake your head. “No,” you tell him. “Just asking hypothetically.”

“Well,” he says, stretching the word out on his tongue, “I guess, hypothetically, I’d say yes.”

“Really?” You glance at him with wide eyes. Maybe Rin was right.

He snorts at your surprise. “Did ya want me to say no?”

You sit with the question for a moment. You don’t really know why you asked. You don’t really know what you expected him to say. You don’t know what you wanted him to say.

“No,” you decide. “I think ‘yes’ is the better answer.”

Atsumu offers you a self-satisfied grin. “I think so too.” 

“Good.” You smile at him. “I’m glad we agree then.”

He reaches out to hold your hands in his. His touch is soft and warm, a little calloused, but nice. You don’t mind it. You have to admit you might actually like it. You like it more than you thought you did.

notes. we are now entering… team atsumu territory 🫣

[corvidsaremybesties]

Stardew Bachelor and Bachelorette scents

Abigail- Hair dye, hints of leather, and perfume that smells suspiciously like grape soda. Not overwhelming though. Definitely went through her mom's perfumes and sniffed them all but decided to go ahead and get her own

Leah- the smell of unfinished wood has saturated Leah's skin, hair, and clothes. Her favorite scent is a clove, amber, and vanilla blend in an oil roll on bottle.

Emily- Straight Nag Champa Incense that Sandy sends her in the mail. Haley teases her about smelling like a hippie but Emily loves the scent so much

Haley- has all the info on Bath and Body Works and Pink. She uses a coconut scent sunscreen, makeup, and a sweet citrus perfume. Always has her deodorant, perfume, and matching lotion in her purse.

Penny- Penny is very self conscious about herself including her every day scent. The smell of the library has begun to cling to her hair and clothes combined with her favorite fig and brown sugar lotion

Maru- maru takes hygiene seriously, working in a lab and clinic after all. She uses a light clean scented deodorant and one of those "clean cotton" scented sprays. Maru always smells of fresh clean laundry. She likes the way it smells and likes it better than regular perfume

Shane- Shane used to smell like sweat and alcohol most of the time but after he decided to drink less and try to be a better guardian for Jas, he now smells like Joja Mart body spray, his 3-in-1 body wash, and barn yard. After a long shift, Shane will smell like Joja Mart

Sebastian- Seb's usual scent is that of old weed on his hoodie, some cigarette, and a nice cologne that Robin and Demetrius actually gave him as a gift one year. It has a warm, deep smoky scent with hint of black cherry

Sam- Sam smells like straight mens body spray from Joja Mart but somehow it works really well for him. Mixed in with that, the smell of pizza and hot pockets are all over his hoodie. Along with that is the faint scent of his hair gel

Elliot- Smells like Green Apple shampoo and conditioner. Elliot wears an incense and wine scented perfume oil, the same brand as Leah's. It's a dark sweet scent

Harvey- Harvey smells antiseptic from the clinic until he showers. Then he usually smells like coffee and clean laundry. He also has a special oil he puts on his mustache that smells light and clean.

Alex- Has a complete old Spice Line. Inspired by his grandpa, Alex loves Old Spice and all the different scents too. It makes him feel ready to accomplish his goals for the day!