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10 Best Travel Hair Dryers That Are Dependable Space Savers

10 Best Travel Hair Dryers That Are Dependable Space Savers

Packing for a trip often means ditching your usual beauty staples. Unless you want the extra baggage of your full-size hair dryer, you’ll have to sacrifice your blowout for whatever blow dryer awaits you at the hotel. Enter, the trusty space saver known as the travel hair dryer. Don’t let its miniature packaging deceive you: The best Travel Hair Dryers on the market today are smaller but more…

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Loser Ellie haunts my thoughts

-kinda creepy Ellie, a little nsfw but not so much, apartment living, you live in the apartment above her, she loves some wiggle and jiggle

You crossed her path once in a while since you lived in the same apartment complex. You would smile at her as you passed by, a quiet “good morning” or “hello” exchanged between you two. Your smile was so warm, and your voice sweet. To and from your homes, she savored the smell of your shampoo as you passed in the narrow stairwell.

You lived directly above her one-bedroom apartment. Ellie only knew your name because a package of yours had been delivered to her by mistake. The return address was for a cosmetics company, so it was definitely delivered to her by mistake. She guessed that C233 was close enough to C333 to be a mistake, or maybe the mailman just didn’t feel like climbing to the third floor. Either way, she took great pleasure in learning more about you and standing on your doorstep. You didn’t answer when she knocked, so she left a sticky note atop the box and left it on your welcome mat.

“The mailman left this for me but I think it’s yours.

-Ellie, C233”

Ellie loved how predictable you became. She had practically memorized your routine by the sound of your footsteps or the water running through the drain of your shower and through the building’s pipes. She knew you did laundry on Sunday afternoons because of the dryer rumbling from above. You moved from room to room with soft steps, and she could tell when you’d have company over by pairs of footsteps clomping overhead. She almost thanked the landlord for how shittily the apartments were built. She was fortunate that sound traveled so well across the poorly insulated walls.

Ellie loved how predictable you became. On weekdays she knew you got up to shower at 6:30 and left at 7:30. One day she had trailed behind you as you drove to work, wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low and dark sunglasses, hoping you hadn’t recognized her having seen her climbing in and out of her truck in the parking lot.

You usually left work around five, but occasionally you would surprise her by sneaking out a few minutes early. If she stayed a few car lengths and timed it right, she could park and get to the stairwell so she could walk up behind you. Days you wore a skirt were Ellie’s favorite—especially the windy ones. Three steps behind she could see up your skirt, watching your ass bounce and your panties ride up as you made your way up to your apartment. One time she was lucky enough to have her phone out and take a picture. A video would be even better, but she could never get the angle right without being too obvious. She still liked when you wore pants, though. Tight jeans clung to your ass and leggings could ride up between your ass cheeks and your pussy lips if they were thin enough.

The apartment complex had a pool, and in the warm seasons on Sunday mornings you would swim laps. Since Ellie’s balcony was close enough to view the pool, sitting outside and watching you swim became part of her morning routine too.

She would roll and light a joint as you shed your cover-up, putting your hair into a bun and slowly stepping in. If it were quiet enough and she listened closely, she could hear you gasp as you dipped into the cold water. When you were tired enough from swimming, Ellie would perk up as you stepped out. The water dripping down your body, between your breasts, down your spine, between your legs… When you climbed out fast enough she could see your tits bounce in the cups of your swimsuit top.

When sun was down and the nights drew to a close, your apartment was quiet. No more footsteps, water running, or the hum of the TV. Tonight was an exception to the usual peaceful silence.

Drifting to sleep late at night, Ellie’s eyes snapped open as she heard buzzing. It was quiet, so for a second she thought maybe she’d gotten a text, or someone was calling her. She had no messages and the buzzing was going on for far too long to be a phone call. Sitting up, Ellie looked at the ceiling. Your bedroom would be above hers, right? Your bed could even be directly above hers. With how small it was there weren’t many places to put it without blocking the door to the closet or the hallway, so it would just make sense.

Ellie stumbled to her feet on the mattress, and the buzz was a little closer as she was closer to the ceiling. She flinched as she heard the springs of your mattress squeak. Were you alone? Ellie thought she only heard your footsteps, and there were no humming voices at any point throughout the evening. You must be all alone up there.

Ellie could almost picture it, you clutching a vibrating wand in your shaking hands as you writhe on the mattress. She wished she were there to see it. You would tremble under her hands as they gripped your legs and held the vibrator to your clit. You would squeal and beg as she clicked the button on the wand up one setting higher. Ellie would press the head of the wand harder on your clit, your wet pussy obscenely squelching and buzzing as your eyes rolled back in your head and your jaw dropped.

All too soon, the buzzing coming from upstairs stopped. Ellie was pulled from her reverie by the silence, unsure if the cries she heard were real or imagined. Ellie repeated them in her mind as her hand remained stuck in her boxers, coming with your name on her tongue. That night she fell asleep quickly, hoping that the buzzing sound would come back soon.

…

Pt two if you want it 👉👈

[colonelarr0w]

This is self-indulgent comfort because hey, guess who just read chapter 236?

Also, consider this my official apology for this post.

This wasn't real.  

"C'mon Satoru, get up," you all but beg, fingers folding uncomfortably into one another as you stare forward. You already know that everyone else is staring at you, watching you, gauging their own reactions based off of what you display.  

He wasn't losing, was he? 

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, continuing to watch as he pushed himself further and further towards a limit that you didn't know if he could bounce back from. The pit in your stomach only grew with each blow that he sustained, it grew with each drop of blood he lost and it grew with each Domain Expansion that he managed to pull off. 

No. He was the strongest, he'd be fine. 

At your side is Yuuji, his hand holding onto yours so tightly that you can feel your bones begin to crack. Even with the slightly uncomfortable sensation, you say nothing – Yuuji needed to feel the comfort of something familiar, and that just so happened to be you.  

And then … silence. 

Satoru Gojo … on the floor … eyes staring blankly up at the sky … blood everywhere.  

"…'toru?" 

You begin to tremble, the shake beginning in your fingers before slowly traveling up your body like a snake, coiling and twisting over your bones and biting into you – its fangs leaving behind a poisonous panic. 

"Satoru--!" 

"Hmm? Wha – what happened?"  

Your eyes shoot open, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and making your hair cling uncomfortably to your skin. Your body propels itself upward, feet kicking off the blankets that cover you – it was warm, too warm.  

"Hey, hey, what's goin' on?"  

Your head swivels to the side, nearly giving yourself whiplash. There, at your side, is that familiar tuft of snowy-white hair and bright aquamarine eyes that soften at the panicked expression you wear. Satoru. 

You open your mouth to say something, but instead of a coherent sentence, all your body is able to produce is a broken sob. And right on cue, Satoru's arms are locked around you, tugging you to his chest and allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder. 

Your nails bite into his back as you sob into him, body trembling with the weight of your cries. Though the feeling of you scratching him was a touch painful, there was nothing that would stop him from comforting you – not when you were this distressed.  

"Hey … hey. Shh, 'm right here," Satoru murmurs into your hair, laying gentle kisses against your hairline as his fingers rub comforting circles into the small of your back. "Shh." 

You feel yourself begin to calm as the familiar tingle of Infinity washes over you, draped over your shoulders like a blanket fresh from the dryer. Its warmth reminds you of the safety that Satoru's arms provide, how he would never let anything happen to you. That you were safe. That he was safe.  

That whatever you saw when your eyes were closed was nothing but a story told by your imagination.  

"Don't leave me 'toru … ever," you mumble into Satoru's shirt, voice breaking to release a small sob. His arms tighten around you, cheek pressing into your hair. He can feel his heart tightening in his chest – mind wrapping around just how small you sounded. How desperate. Frail.  

He sighs, craning his neck and laying his palm against your cheek, lifting your head and guiding your tear-filled gaze to meet his softened one. His lips turn upward in a smile, the pad of his thumb swiping against the tears that roll silently down your cheeks.  

"Hey, there she is," he murmurs warmly, tone dripping with affection and a softness that he could only ever reserve for you. Satoru leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. At the contact, your eyes momentarily shut, as if committing the very feeling of him against you to memory.  

"I'm here. Not goin' anywhere just yet." 

His thumb swipes against your bottom lashes, wiping away those last few tears that cling so desperately to your waterline, wanting to fall but not being brave enough to make the final choice. Satoru smiles again – silently wanting you to do the same.  

Even though your heart still aches and your mind still reminds you of what you had seen … you smile too.  

Because deep down, in that little safe kept in your chest, you know that Satoru wouldn't go down so easily. At the end of the day, just like he had promised you … 

... he would always be on the other side of the front door.  

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ You give so much to others

It’s time someone gave back to you 🗡️ acts of service and fluff prompts

Character A hates washing the dishes and Character B hates cooking, so they do those things for each other

“You don’t have to do anything to pay me back. Your happiness is more than enough.”

A is going through a major depressive episode and B comes by to help clean their room and give them company

B sets up candles, a warm bath, and dim lighting for A to relax in after a stressful work event

B carpools with A a lot. They notice the gas tank is running low and plant a $20 bill in the console for A to find later (B vehemently denies ever putting it there, but A absolutely knows)

A is sick and B goes out of their way to grab medicine and extra tissues to drop off at A’s doorstep

After A ends up in the hospital, B makes sure A’s place stays clean, their pets are fed and taken care of, and that A will have nothing to worry about when they are well again

B automatically sets aside a larger portion for A’s meals because they know that A will be hungrier than they expect

A is sensitive to light and B buys blackout curtains for their room so they can sleep better

“I’ll handle this! You go have fun, I’ll be there in a second.”

B will always pick A up after they travel internationally for work so A can sleep and recover from jet lag

B covers the corner of sharp tables for A (listen it’s just THE SWEETEST thing I’ve seen done for someone ack)

A is busy putting on makeup, so B gently detangles and does their hair (and it’s not as simple as just putting their hair into a ponytail, I’m talking weaves and braids and intricate designs that show B paid attention to this)

“Let me take care of it.”

A complains about their back or neck pain so B gives them a massage (mainly to stop their complaining LOL)

B will occasionally take A’s bath towel while A showers and run it through the dryer so it’s nice and warm when A gets out

A is anxious about finances (they just got a new job) and B helps them work through it and understand all the confusing things

A’s new apartment is not on the first floor and the elevator is out of order, so B moves the big furniture for A up all those flights of stairs

Chronic pain makes it difficult for A to leave the house sometimes, but B makes sure they never run out of medication by picking up A’s prescriptions

“You really didn’t have to do that for me.” “Well, I wanted to. Now you don’t have to do it!”

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Monster, Inc. 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is an asshole, you know this. But what happens when he turns his wrath upon you? (plus!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, this reader is known as Missie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

You flip the switch and step back with a smile as you admire your work. Lloyd’s hair is nearly back to its normal hue. Your no professional, but at first glance, most people won’t notice the difference. 

“How lucky that you had a blow dryer, sir,” you chime as you follow the cord to the outlet and bend to unplug it. 

“Mm, always keep a travel bag handy,” he grumbles. “Hey, hips, grab me a mirror, will ya?” 

You stand straight and spin around, suddenly conscious of your bottom. You wrap up the cord and put the dryer back in his black bag. You sift around and pull out the small circle mirror inside. You hand it over to him as he watches you. 

“Needs some gel,” his eyes flick down to his reflection as he holds up the mirror and flips his fingers in his hair. “Comb.” 

You take his terse demands in stride. You’re just happy you didn’t ruin his hair. He probably is too, but he’d never admit that. 

You retrieve his comb and gel and set it on his desk. He shoves the mirror toward you and you wince. You take it and he grabs your wrist, guiding you to angle it towards him.

You stand there like an object as he opens the tin. He spreads the gel over his hair and uses the comb to tidy it. You look around. 

“Stay still,” he demands. 

“Sorry, sir,” you face him. “Mr. Hansen, it looks really good, I think.” 

“Mmm, it’s even,” he shrugs and tosses the comb down. He snaps his fingers and you trade the comb for the tissue box. He takes one to wipe his fingers. “I always look good, sweet cheeks.” 

He sits back and looks at you, arms crossed. You nod and tidy up the mess he left. 

“Of course, Mr. Hansen,” you agree as you pack everything away in his bag. 

“So you agree?” 

“Agree, sir?” You turn to him again. 

“That I look good.” 

You lower your brows and think. You don’t want to be unprofessional but you also can’t hurt his feelings. More like it would dent his ego. 

“Your hair looks really nice--” 

“Not the question, hips,” he huffs. 

You shift and sway nervously, “well, sure, sir. I think you clean up nice. You always look spiffy.” 

“Spiffy?” He frowns, “Get out.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You go to leave and he tuts, “ah. I’m gonna need a fresh breakfast. This is cold.” 

As you spin back again, the wrap lands on the floor in front of you. You step back as it explodes and the fluffy eggs litter the floor and the toes of your low heels. You bend to clean it up, swallowing your agitation. Sometimes, he really does get to you. 

“Good girl, hips, but try not to wag your ass like that outside these walls. Someone might get the wrong idea,” he scoffs. 

You stand up, “sir, would you like a fresh coffee too?” 

He leans his chin in his hand, his scowl dull with disappointment, “fine. Go.” 

You’re content to get some space from your boss. After so long tending to him, you can’t help but feel smothered by his persistent nagging. You can still smell the remover and dye as the scent clings to you. There’s another scent mingled in, maybe his cologne. 

You get a new wrap and coffee and return to the office. As you dip into Hansen’s office, he’s on a call. You leave his breakfast with him and duck out again. You sit behind your desk with a breath of relief. Finally, some space. Back to work. 

You skip lunch to make up for the time spent fixing Hansen’s hair. He emerges only to drop his garbage on your desk for you to clean up and with a few demands here and there. Nothing out of the usual. Everything’s back to how it should be; including his hair. 

You want to giggle as you think of it. You really should’ve tried to get a pic. No, that would be too much. 

Your phone vibrates and you rub your eye as you peel your gaze from your monitor. You open up the message from Peter. It’s a reminder of your plans. Seven o’clock! You add it to your calendar just to be sure. 

“Listen up, cheeks,” Hansen struts out as he checks his watch, “I need you to make me a reservation tonight. Six-thirty. Maestro’s. I got a buddy coming into town.” 

“Sure thing, sir,” you answer. “I’ll call the restaurant. Table for two.” 

“Get a booth, hips. You can come.” 

“Uh, Mr. Hansen?” You hesitate. 

“Uh, Missie,” he mocks, “just do what I tell you.” 

“I understand, sir, I can get the table but I have plans--” 

“You have plans?” He stomps his foot and tilts his head. “Since when do you have fun, Missie? Don’t tell me some freak wants to eat cake of your ass.” 

“Sir!” You exclaim. 

He snickers, “oh, come on, tell your little girlfriends to do something else. You’re coming.” 

“But sir, I finish at six--” 

“You finish when I say you do,” he snarls and jabs his fingertip at you. “Don’t test me. I’ve had a fucked up morning and I don’t need you ruining the rest of my day.” 

You stare at him and flick your lashes. You’re disappointed. You really did want to see Peter. He was always so much fun. 

“Alright, I’ll tell my friend not to bother--” you lift up your phone but before you can do anything, Mr. Hansen snatches it from you. 

“Peter? What kinda cuck name is that?” He snips. 

You stand up and reach for your cell. He keeps it out of your grasp as he keys with one thumb, looking up at the screen. 

“Sorry, Petey boy,” he types slowly, “found a bigger dick to ride.” 

He drops his arm and tosses the phone at you. You catch it against your chest and gape at him. He laughs again, “aw, Missie, don’t give me that look. You might actually make me feel bad.” He pinches your cheek and clicks his tongue, “get me a fucking reservation.” 

[anton-luvr]

You just took a shower with seunghan. He gets between your legs so you could dry his hair, your neck catching his attention. (Suggestive in a way but only bc they are in towels + soft pants and moaning??)

# 10:06pm ; HONG SEUNGHAN.

⚝ bf!seunghan x fem!reader | fluff & HEAVILY suggestive | bf au ⚝ note ; this is so... (mouth waters) UGH thank u for requesting!! thank u for waiting and for ur support on all my works too mwah <3 + take care briizes!! hani will come back to us soon, i'm sure <3

Six weeks.

That's how long the doctor told Seunghan his broken arm would be casted for.

"Six weeks?" he echoed in despair, mind flooding with the realization of all the things he wouldn't be able to do.

He wouldn't be able to play his games, wouldn't be able to eat his favorite instant noodles by himself every day, wouldn't be able to properly cuddle you at night - he wouldn't be able to do almost anything.

He really shouldn't have tried that stupid parkour trick with Sohee.

But thankfully, he had you by his side to help him out.

And maybe, not being able to do anything was quite nice after all.

He's sat on the edge of the bathtub, both of you fresh out of a shower and only in warm towels while you ran a hair-dryer over his damp hair.

"Ah, be gentle with the tangles." he whines, wincing when you accidentally tug at one.

You're quick to apologize with a cheery 'Sorry!', and you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

All grumpiness fades once he feels your soft lips against his warm skin, a smile appearing on his lips.

Seunghan sighs happily as you continue drying his hair, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, and he can't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world to have you.

You've been taking care of him ever since his fall, absolutely spoiling him with princess treatment.

He's really so lucky to have you.

He opens his eyes to tell you just that, but something else distracts him immediately.

Your bare neck was right in front of him, droplets of water falling from your wet hair and landing gracefully on your collarbone. He gulps as he watches them slowly slip downwards and behind your wrapped towel.

It was embarrassing how easily and simply turned on he gets, and all just from your neck.

"You look so pretty." he mumbles, leaning forward to press soft kisses all over the exposed skin.

You giggle at the ticklish feeling, but it's quick to turn into a quiet whine as the kisses start to get more aggressive.

Seunghan spares absolutely no mercy, warm tongue and sharp teeth grazing against that one sensitive part of your neck that sends shudders throughout your body.

"My pretty girl," he mutters, grinning as he pulls you into his lap and continuing his work of art.

Soft moans and whines reverberate across the bathroom as his hands start to travel across your body, your own ones busy tugging at Seunghan's hair.

"You're driving me insane." he pants, his eyes dark with desperate need and pretty lips swollen when he pulls away to catch his breath. "Taking care of me so well, gotta thank you."

The desperation only grows as he crashes his lips against yours, the towel being the only barrier between the both of your bodies heightening the desperation.

You felt so close and yet so far, and Seunghan needed more.

"W-Wait," you stutter, gently pushing him away from you. "Let's move to the bedroom, I'm scared you'll slip or something and get hurt."

Seunghan can't help but chuckle at your sweet and caring comment in the midst of his sinful actions, kissing over one of the hickeys he had left earlier.

"My baby is so cute," he coos, hot breath fanning against your ear. "But don't worry for now. I'll take care of you the way you deserve, hm?"

Your head spins at what he's hinting at, nodding while hiding your red face on his shoulder.

Without another word, Seunghan carries you up with his other arm and takes you into your bedroom - where he was going to thank you for taking care of him in the best way possible.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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hiiii, could i get isaac nsfw pretty please? literally anything

a/n: a lot of people really want isaac content LMAO but yes ofccc ^_^ this kinda stinks… SORRYY!!!

REQ OPEN

all talk | isaac | 18+

epilogue: isaac is competitive, in games & irl. he doesn’t have a problem with humbling people especially you. he almost always has an advantage due to his height as well. :-3 so imagine his surprise when you decide to test the waters against him

content contains! gender neutral usage, degrading

names used: slut, my baby, babe

♡ isaac was 1v1ing you in item asylum because he wanted to test it out with you initially. this would be a regular thing, he loves playing games with you and seeing you play. he plays it roblox on his phone & you on his pc. at first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt cause he was on phone but after a while… you kinda started to realize he just sucks.

“isaac.. i had a monkey how’d you loose that..” you face palm, your laughter drowning out by your palms, isaac scoffs, gets up and lifts you up from his pc. “watch. get me back on here and ill start doing better.” you gasp as his hands hold your sides so tightly and confidently. he throws you on his bed, earning a giggle from you. “ok isaac.. whatever you say.” you lie back and grab his phone and start it up again.

basically.. he still loss frequently. “dude.” he groans as he pushes his hair back frustratingly. you snort as you look at him. “isaac.. i have bad news—“ he stops you instantly.

“don’t get an ego. it’s just roblox.” he replied, his tone slightly irritated. you grin, giggling slightly at how he was getting angry. “and i’m eating your ass in it?” you cover your mouth as you try to hide your smile. he turns around slowly. “you’re eating my ass?” he points at you and then himself to gesture his disbelief. “yes! dude, you haven’t won once.” you chuckle softly as isaac gets up and walks towards you.

“really.” he deadpans as he pushes you back down onto the bed, you gasp as your head hits the blankets and mix of pillows on the bed. you feel your heart race. “yes.” you murmur as he smirks. “where’s that confidence gone? one shove and your already nervous.” he hovers above you and grabs you by your jaw and lowers his lips onto yours. his tongue traveling around your mouth, he rests his arms on the sides of your head to hold himself up.

you hold onto his upper arm, feeling his muscles as you do. you use your thumbs to rub his arms slightly. you feel him shudder under your hands to the touch on his arms.

as he pulls away he analyzes your face. “one kiss and your silence.” he hums as you roll your eyes. “well you got the upper hand..” you pout looking away. he chuckles softly at your bashfulness. his face lowering to your neck next. kissing and sucking on it softly. “i’ll always have the upper hand.” he says. “your big strong man never looses.”

you hum, indifferently. “well, he does lose alot. especially against me.” you sneer as he slowly lifts his head. “got a smart ass fucking mouth.” he sits up. “cmon, get up.” he said in a flat tone. you look up and sit up on your knees with hum, confused. he undoes the strings of his sweats, you watch while your heart races. heat traveling up to your face as his cock flings out.

isaac was a good length. above most. he was around 6 inches, skin cut. his veins in his cock very prominent on his shaft as it twitches, dryer than a bitch. “you wanna talk your talk? put your money where your mouth is.” his eyes hanging low, staring into yours intently. your bottom lip quivers as you feel yourself lowering yourself to the tip of his cock.

you let your spit drip down and watch how the spit absorbs his tip slowly. his breathing hitches slightly. you begin sucking on his tip slightly, your tongue swirling around his head. earning a satisfied groan from him. isaac’s hand travels to the back of your head, getting a good grip of your hair. you lower your head, taking in a good portion of his shaft and slowly beginning to bob in a memorable pattern.

your tongue making its rounds on him. he can’t help but groan and slowly start making bold advances. he shoves your head a little lower on his cock. taking you by surprise, gagging you a bit. “fuck..” he murmurs as his hips buck slightly. you hum slightly, the vibrations tingling down his spine. “took that really good for me.. slut.” he sneered at you mockingly. he continued to bob your head up and down onto his cock, his grip on your hair remaining tighter than ever.

your eyes begin to water as his cock was practically piercing your throat. “you wanna talk big? talk it. you know i’m bigger.”

isaac chuckles at your whining and seeing your eyes water. the drool surrounding your mouth from the force he pushed onto you. you begin to taste his precum, its flavors standing out more than the rest. you tap isaacs thigh, asking to tap out basically. he instantly lets go of the grip he had on your hair and you quickly lift your head up. coughing and hacking from you practically choking on your spit.

he rubs your thigh gently, his face confused. “hey? was i to much, sweetheart?” he smiles weakly. you shake your head as you put your hands on his. “no.. i just needed to breath.” you huff, your chest deflating with it. he pouts, his hand traces up to your jaw and caressing your cheek. lying your head into his tender hand.

“here. let me take care of this.” he lays you on your back, gentler than last time. his hands running up your shirt, feeling your warm body with his cold hands, caressing your stomach then tracing it up to your chest. getting a grab of your chest. isaac slowly then lifts your shirt, throwing it on the floor. “so gorgeous, it’s unfortunate you can’t keep that mouth shut.” he teases, lowering his head to your chest and using his mouth to tease and suckle on your nipples.

you whine from feeling the sudden warm and tickling sensation on your chest, you look down worryingly as your eyes begin to water up once again. he gives your nipple a bite as he lifts his head to see you once again. he lets out a laugh and lowers his head to your crotch. he pulls down your pants next and begins to kiss your thighs gently, trailing up slightly letting his tongue lick right up to your ass. he sucked and licked you, teasing you. light shit to keep you stimulated. “dripping all for me already.” he groaned as his tongue takes it advantage.

feeling yourself throbbing, itching for your arousal to be met already. isaac licked and circled your hole. as he mentioned earlier, he has the upper hand with everything. he is big and strong as well. he grips your hips and lies on his back, siting you up onto his face. you squeal by the sudden movement, your head spinning at the sudden movements. “be a good slut and ride your orgasm out on my face.” he says, his voice drowning out by his tongue currently being occupied.

you hum, uncertain and slowly begin to roll your hips on his mouth. you feel yourself begin to drool, whimpering & moaning as his hands grip your ass. massaging them in his grasp. his tongue exploring your walls and pressuring your prostate.

“you ate my ass in roblox right? you remember that right?” he groans. you can’t help but sigh, this situation feeling very familiar.. you whine as you roll your eyes. “you’re still on that?” you stutter out embarrassed, your face increasing in heat as he smacks your ass, yelping as he did. “you’re cute when i do that.” he chuckled as he went back to work on your. you whine, your orgasm itching closer and closer. “isaac.. i’m close..” you whine out, throwing your head back. he nods, humming to let you know he heard you.

“play with your nipples.” he says, and within a second your hands were on your nipples. twisting and rubbing them gently, which was just enough for you to bring you to your orgasm. your cum dripping into his mouth, dripping down his jaw. you feel your self twitching and shivering, hovering over his mouth.

you fell back onto the bed as he couldn’t help but laugh. he sits up, pulling you onto him comfortably. “aww, did i overstimulate my baby?” he pouts as you glare him down. he smirks cockily. kissing your forehead he lies back sighing comfortably. “god your full of shit..” you shove your head into his chest as he scoffs. “IM full of shit? same motherfucker who said ‘how’d you die? i had monkey’.” he grumbled as you feel yourself smiling.

“yeah u right.”

[crguang]

kafka with prompt 9 fluff please

domestic bliss with kafka after a mission, yeah… <3

The low bedroom light and the scent of clean linen are making you doze off. The shower runs in the adjacent bathroom, its patter a comforting tune that has you burrowing further into soft sheets and fluffy pillows. It’s warm enough that you don’t need a blanket to cover you for the time being. Each blink becomes slower than the next. Beyond the large windows next to the bed you’re laying on the skyline glints with distant stars, some of which you’ve only learned about earlier this evening when you were strolling through the city’s marketplace and overheard a mother teaching her daughter the constellations. From the hotel’s 50th floor, with nothing but rooftops and the night sky outside, it feels a little like you’re back in space traveling with the rest of the Stellaron Hunters. You haven’t seen some of them in a while, the script brought you to different worlds but you find reassurance in knowing that it will also bring you back together eventually. It always does, somehow. In a way, you’re not only working towards achieving your own destiny, but theirs as well. Each of you are building blocks in each other’s predetermined end, the strings of fate link you together like intertwined fingers tugging you forward.

You don’t remember when you closed your eyes but the shower stops running and they sluggishly blink open as your brain registers the sound of curtains being drawn. You bring a hand to rub your eye. Minutes later, a door opens and the shower steam seeps into the room, adding to the existing warmth and disturbing the careful balance of the thermostat.

“Open a window,” you mumble tiredly, adjusting your position to lay on your back. The yellow lights display soft shadows on the ceiling.

A low sigh reaches your ears, then the window opens a crack and lets the streets’ commotion intrude on your down time. You can faintly make out a car’s horn, but the rest of the road’s racket eventually all melts together to create background noise. The bed dips and you sit up against the pillows. Kafka sits with her back to you, plugging the blow dryer into the electrical socket before fiddling with its settings. She was in the shower for almost half an hour, her hair is still damp from the water and there’s a white towel around her shoulders to keep her clothes dry. You shift closer to her frame and wrap your arms around her waist, your cheek resting on her lower back. She doesn’t stiffen, unsurprised by your behavior, only lowers the tool in her hand.

“What took you so long? I missed you…”

Fatigue influences both your words and their delivery, they’re uttered quietly and somewhat sluggishly. You find it difficult to keep your eyes open for a long period of time.

An endeared chuckle rises in Kafka’s throat. “There was blood in my hair.”

“I told you there would be.”

“Yeah, yeah. I wasn’t going to wear that hideous hat.”

“That hideous hat saved my hair.”

Kafka doesn’t respond but you know she’s rolling her eyes. She turns the blow drawer on and starts carefully running it through her hair. The noise grinds your tired ears, you tighten your hold on her waist and close your eyes. The mission completely exhausted you, it was more physically demanding than the ones you’re used to. You don’t have Kafka or Blade’s stamina, so it’s a normal occurrence for you to fall asleep before the rest of the group. You shared a room with Silver Wolf once and she spent the night on her computer, cursing during co-op games— never again. The others are relatively quiet but Kafka’s your favorite despite her elusive ways, you sleep easier when she has a whole night to spare you.

You wait until she deems each lock of hair dry enough and unplugs the blow dryer. She makes a move to stand and you squeeze her tighter to keep her where she is. You hear a long sigh that holds no malice. Kafka wraps the cord around the blow dryer and puts it down on the nightstand, then slides the towel from her shoulders to throw it on the chair in the farthest corner of the room.

She pats the forearm holding her against you with a hand. “Move over.”

You obey her command, letting go of her to sit on your knees as you watch her put her hair up in a high bun before she reclines on the bed over the covers, comfortably settling into the pillows. Her expression is amused when she regards you, eyes slightly narrowed and that usual smile on her lips. Her brow raises, expectant, and you move to lay next to her with a hand laid flat on her stomach under her shirt and a leg over hers trapping her next to you. You bury your nose in her chest; she smells like the same citrus soap you used in the shower before she went in and a short hum of contentment escapes you. You feel her fingers on the back of your neck leisurely wandering over your shoulder blades. The touch is familiar, soothing, and you feel sleep rapidly creep up on you.

“After the dome tomorrow, we have to go back to the marketplace,” your speech is slow but Kafka doesn’t rush you, “I have to get that butterfly hairpin for Firefly. I forgot.”

“Mm. That’s the wrong insect.”

“They look the same.”

“They do not. Fireflies are beetles.”

You click your tongue. “Whatever, Kafka. They both have wings and it looks pretty.”

“Why do we have to go?”

You raise your head slightly to look at her with furrowed brows. Your sleepy, affronted face makes her suppress a grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You got somewhere to be?”

The corner of her mouth twitches in amusement. She traces the back of your ear and rubs your earlobe between two fingers.

“Of course not.” Her reply means to appease you. Tomorrow, she’ll find a way to distract you long enough for her to slip out of your sight and fulfill her own plans before you notice she left.

You settle back against her chest. A yawn makes your eyes water as you shut them. “That’s what I thought.”

The room is warm, Kafka’s warmer, and a tender breeze blows from the open window. You’re so at ease that you could fall asleep in minutes.

“You’re a baby.”

“I’m your baby,” your mumbled words are almost incomprehensible.

You don’t see Kafka’s smile widen, only feel her hand tangling in your hair. Everything is quiet, your breathing slows with each passing moment and the faint thumping of her heart beneath your ear sings you to sleep. Kafka gazes down at you, eyelids heavy, and her free fingertips brush the soft skin of your cheek.

“Good night, baby.”

[2cmtall]

Diluc: A Helping Hand

Context: you recently arrived in Mondstadt, around the same time that Dvalin was attacking the city. You had no choice but to enter the city and try to find shelter. You were almost swept away by the wind when a certain dark figure saves you.

A/n: yay! I wrote another story!

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You really could not have come to Mondstadt at a worse time. Dvalin was still raging in the nation of wind and freedom—and you happened to get swept into the mess.

The only thing you had on you were the PJs you wore to bed, since it was at night when the gods decided to trap you in the world of Teyvat. You woke up on one of the jagged hills overlooking the city—its windmills and barbatos statue in the distance.

You had nowhere else to go, even though you could see the dark clouds looming over the city—trees rustling violently as leaves were strewn in the air.

As you approached the main gate, the clouds began to douse you in heavy rain. The unrelenting pellets quickly soaked you, the cold seeping into your bones.

Nobody was present in the streets—god knows that would be crazy—but nobody seemed willing to open their doors for you either.

The effort to stumble door to door, fighting off the relentless cold, to no success seemed useless. You were quickly losing heart with each unreceieved knock on the doors.

‘I only just got here and I’m already gonna die.’

Your heart was pounding harder as more debris were swept up in the wind.

‘Somebody please just open their door!’

You made a mad dash to yet another house, but you only got so far as the middle of the streets before an extra powerful gust of wind pushed through the streets. The wind was so powerful that you struggled to stand in one place, your hands flaying for purchase on the ground, your nails trying to dig into the cracks of the streets as your body was pushed farther and farther back.

Your mind was racing as you could feel your body getting lifted from the ground. You screamed as hard you could, your life flashing before your eyes. ‘I’m actually going to die!’

You thought for sure this is how you meet your demise, the unlucky fool who had to knowingly put themself in this situation. Of course nobody is going to be here to help you. Nobody is crazy enough to be out here!

But before you were swept away, your body fully lifting for just a second, a dark figure rushed towards you. The force of the figure was able to push you towards the other end of the street near Angels share.

“Quickly! Get inside!” The dark figure shouted over the violent noise of rain and the howls of wind. The figure opened the door to the tavern and pushed you inside, coming in right behind you. You both struggled to shut the door against the outside forces, but eventually you heard the click and you fell to the floor. You were exhausted.

You curled up on the wooden floor. Water dripped from your hair and clothes as it created a puddle underneath you.

Your teeth were chattering so bad, you could barely get the words out. “I feel sorry for the owner of this tavern.”

The figure in all black, who you now guess is a man, regards you in silence before walking behind the bar counter, retrieving a small towel for you. “I don’t think the owner would mind. Besides, you should focus more on not freezing to death.”

You thank the man and began drying your face and your arms. Your hair and clothes on the other hand. . .

“What were you thinking going outside in this weather?” He turned to start a fireplace in the corner of the tavern. You followed along, leaving a trail of small puddles across the tavern floor.

“I wouldn’t choose to go outside if I already had a place to stay. I came into this city to look for exactly that.” You sat near the fireplace, greedily soaking up as much of the warmth as you could. Your poor fingers were numb.

“You’re a traveller?” The man sat down on one of the seats, seemingly getting dryer by the minute. It’s then that you see the glowing vision tucked behind the black cloak. ‘How unfair.’

“Something like that.”

“On second thought, maybe not. You have nothing on you but the pajamas you’re wearing.”

“My stuff got swept away in the wind.”

He mulled over your words, clearing not buying it. Your eyes squint in anticipation for him to pry more, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he comes and sits down next to you.

“You don’t need to be alarmed, I simply want to help dry you quicker. I have a vision that might help, you see.” He pulls out the pyro vision, its colour the same vibrancy as the locks peaking out from his hood.

“I noticed earlier.”

“I see. May I?”

You looked at him. To the fireplace. To your still sopping wet self, and back to his already dry self. “Thank you. I’d appreciate it.” You turned your back to him so that he could run his fingers through your hair, gentle yet firm heat emanating from his hands.

He worked in silence, and to keep yourself distracted you opted to keep using the small damp towel to dry any skin that you see. It didn’t help much with the clothes. You could still hear the raging whirlwind that was going on outside the tavern, and you looked towards the window to see branches and even roof tiles being swept up. You sighed. ‘What a-‘

“A hopeless situation, don’t you agree?”

You looked behind you at the man who spoke, a mask covering his face. His identity.

“It is, which makes me wonder why you were out there as well. Are you some kind of hero?”

His eyes, which were also a crimson hue, looked at you for a second before he scoffed. “A hero? What a ridiculous notion.”

“So a vigilante then?”

“. . . More along those lines, I suppose.”

“But why risk yourself out there? Did you really think there’d be anybody out there for you to save?”

“There was you, wasn’t there?”

“One person.”

“One person that could’ve lost their life but fortunately did not. It wasn’t like the Knights of Favonious was going to come out in this weather.” He said that last bit with distaste.

“So you’re basically calling yourself crazy?”

“I could say the same for you.”

You mulled those words over in your head. You suppose he’s right, though you don’t want to say that to his face. Useless, considering your expression alone said it all for you.

A few more minutes pass by and not only is your hair dry, but your pajamas are relatively the same as well. Your teeth no longer chatter, and your extremities aren’t numb either. All is somewhat good. But you are both still stuck and it’s been hours since the last time you’ve eaten anything. The man seemed to notice since he got up once again to behind the counter, taking out shakers and stirrers and various bottles. “Care for a drink?”

“Should you really be using up the tavern owner’s products?” You walked tentatively over, sitting yourself down on one of the tall stools.

“He won’t mind.” He pulls out yet another drink.

“You seem so certain, yet you can’t possibly know that for sure.” You’re curious for his response but he instead asks a question. “What’s your drink of choice?”

‘It’s not food, but I supposed I’ll indulge.’

“Preferably something non-alcoholic. . . Though, I’m not sure if this tavern would have anything like that.”

“They do, actually.” He puts some bottles away and instead grabs a few different ones from the shelf. It’s so seamless, it’s like he knows these bottles’ locations by heart.

“Do you come here often? You’re so sure of everything that comes with this tavern.”

His hands stalled, only for a smidge. Barely noticeable had you not been captivated by his assured movements. “You could say that. Minty or fruity?”

“Fruity.”

“Then might I suggest Angels Share’s grape juice. You’re sure to love its exceptional quality.” He showed you the bottle, an image of two angels sharing a drink on the cover. You hesitated. ‘I really don’t like grape juice though. . . But maybe this time it’ll be different?’ You’re too hungry to ask for a different option and his gaze makes you wonder if he’s waiting on you to say yes?

“. . . I suppose I will try.”

He hummed once and dipped the bottle into the expectant cup, gracefully filling it with the dark magenta liquid. He pushed it towards you. He also filled another cup with the same liquid, wasting no time to bring it to his lips to taste. You had no choice but to hold your own cup and bring it closer, inspecting it. You expect the worst. You take the tiniest sip and. . .

You’re pleasantly surprised. “Hey this actually tastes good! It tastes nothing like medicine!” You down the whole cup, relishing in the drink. You might actually like grape juice now!

You hear a surprised huff coming from the man. But he doesn’t sound disgusted. “Medicine? No wonder you seemed so hesitant to try it.” He took another sip from his still full cup. “I’m glad you liked it so much.”

You looked back at your empty cup and couldn’t help but feel sheepish. ‘He’s definitely teasing me about that.’ Thankfully he changed the subject before you could drown in your own embarrassment. Lest he have to fish you out and dry you off again.

“What’s your name?”

“Sorry? Oh, it’s y/n.”

“That name doesn’t sound like it’s from here. Where are you from exactly?”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, his perceptive eyes staring at your hesitant conscience. “You’re right. I come from a land far away, in a place much too obscure for the average person to know.”

“That’s interesting. I remember you saying you were a traveller trying to find a place to stay? Archons knows this is the wrong place and time to look for one.” Now you really can’t look him in the eyes.

“Haha, right. . . About that. . .”

A pause. You could almost feel his eyebrow going up in expectancy. “I’m listening. . . ?”

You sighed before giving him the run down. “Yeah, I probably won’t be able to find one here. I don’t have any mora and nobody has been willing to open their doors for me. Granted, it was probably due to the raging storm outside, but I get the feeling I won’t have better luck even after the storm settles.” Which it has been, as you can hear and see outside the window. The dragon seemed to be relenting a little now.

The man in front of you regarded you in silence, sometimes looking elsewhere for a while. Ultimately he says this: “you could stay at the Dawn Winery.”

You looked up at him in surprise. “The Dawn Winery? How do you know the owner wouldn’t mind me staying there?”

“I have somewhat of a connection with the owner. He won’t mind.”

“Oddly confident of you, Mr—”

‘Oh, I never asked for his name.’

“It’s probably for the best that I don’t disclose my identity to you.”

“Right, because you’re a vigilante.”

“I— yes, precisely that.”

“So after this storm settles, I should just go over there and ask the owner if I could stay over at their place?” You were skeptical. But the man doesn’t seem phased in the slightest.

“In essence, yes. I could take you there. I assure you, if you were to mention to whoever answers the door that I recommended the place, they will let you in.”

“Your confidence knows no bounds.”

[the-froschamethyst4]

Body Addict

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Gaz x Curvy Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, implied smut, language, kissing/making out, addicted to someone's body, biting, praising, touching/groping, teasing, eating out, fingering

𖤐Summary: Gaz is a bit obsessed with his wife's body, and I mean obsessed. He loves her boobs, how they fit perfectly into his hands. Her ass, how it recoils when he slaps it. Her tummy, he loves kissing it and laying on it. Her thighs, he loves to squeeze them any chance he gets. And her hips, he loves grabbing them.

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Gaz was leaning against the headboard of the bed he shared with his wife. Y/n had just gotten out of the shower, towel around her body and she was just putting her up in a towel.

She opens the door to let the steam escape from the bathroom and opening the window that was in the bathroom.

She drops the towel that was around her body and started to get dress.

Gaz watches her. He bites his bottom lip and moves to the edge of the bed to look at her.

Her panties hugging her lower half just right, her bra hugging her breasts. He wishes he could be the bra, hugging her breasts like it always gets to do.

She lets to towel holding her hair fall.

He stares at her hips wanting to pinch them, kiss them, suck on them, wanting to BITE THEM drove him insane!!

She puts a shirt on covering up her breasts, so he focuses on her ass. Seeing it slightly bounce when she walks around the bathroom trying to get her blow-dryer.

"Baby."

"Yes?" He asked.

"Have you seen my heat resistant spray?" she asked.

"No, thought it was under the cabinet like it's suppose to be," Gaz says.

"I can't...find it," she goes farther into the cabinet and gave him a full view of her ass.

"Goddamn," he mumbles.

"Did you say something?" She asks, finally finding her spray.

"Nope...did you find it?"

"Yeah," she brushes her hair and spray her hair, rubbing it in her hair and brushing it one more time to get it all in through her hair before blow drying it.

Gaz finally gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom, his hand going to her hips and moving on the other side of her, grabbing his toothbrush and started to brush his teeth.

His eyes were only watching her.

After a while once Y/n's hair was completely dry, she fluffs it up a certain way. Gaz watches and when she lifts her head back up, her hair was bouncy. Gaz was...amazed, no not amazed, speechless.

"Goddamn," he mumbles again.

She looks at him and her arms go around his neck. His hands immediately flew to her ass, gently squeezing her.

"Kyle."

"What? I'm just touching," he smirks and kissed her lips. His dog tags sending cold chills down her spine and goosebumps on her skin.

His hands then went to her hip pinching so lightly, his lips going to her neck and sucking on her neck so lightly, giving her a small bruise.

"Gosh..." he moans.

"Aren't you going to the gym?" She asked him.

"It can wait, I'm sure Price and Ghost will understand," he smirks, pushing her against the sinks marble counter.

Her ass just barely sitting on the edge, but soon was picked up and placed on the counter. Her legs went around his waist, his hands went to her hips.

She lets out a soft moan when feeling his hands grip at her fleshy thick thighs.

"I can't fucking tell you how, turned on I am," he says.

"I think I can tell," she smirks and touched his shoulders.

"Oh can you?"

"Yes, because I can feel your dick against me," she says, kissing his lips and laying on her elbows and looking up at him.

His hands held her waist and started to kiss her neck and collarbone. She gives him a small moan, her hands go from his shoulders up his neck.

His hands traveled down to her thighs forcing them open. He moves down and kisses her inner thighs and starts biting the fleshy thick thighs.

Rinnnng~

"Guess who's calling?" She asked.

Gaz groans knowing it's Price. He looks at his phone and answers it, as he placed his phone to his ear he went back to kiss and biting her thighs.

"What?" He says. He kissed and sucked on her thighs, earning yet another moan from her. She leans back on her elbows, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans and the other gripping Gaz's hair.

He starts getting closer to Y/n's panties. His fingers gripping the top of her panties and pulling them down. His tongue then went between her folds as he hummed in his response to Price talking well bitching at him for not showing up to the workout.

His free hand started to push in two of his fingers, middle and ring finger. He licks between her folds again and moved his finger in and out her quickly, her thighs wanted to shut but she didn't want to hurt him.

The vibrations of him humming sent shivers down her spine and she squeezed around his fingers. Her fingers tightened his his curly hair.

"Ahhhh~" she moans and then came in his mouth.

He licks his lips and licked up her mess. He licks his fingers getting the cum off his fingers but he loves the taste, he sticks his tongue back into her lower half, forcing it to go in and out of her.

Her head goes back hitting the mirror behind her.

"I get it, Price," he mumbles sticking the two fingers inside her again, he starts slow and then moves faster. Her hand grips his wrist feeling his veiny wrist and forearm.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there soon, but I have a mess to clean up first," he smirks looking down at Y/n, licking her folds and his fingers.

He licks the corner of his mouth and cleans up her white cum. She moans and finally squeezes her thighs together around Gaz's hand.

"Fuck," she moans out.

Gaz smirks, he forced her thighs back open moving his phone from his ear for a few seconds.

After a while of Gaz cleaning up Y/n, she looks at him and smiles at him. Gaz got his workout clothes on as Y/n was still in bra and underwear. She looks at Gaz from the bed.

"Like something you see?" He asked.

"Duh," she says, rolling on her back and grabbing her phone and looking at her social media.

"I'll be back, baby," he says, kissing her lips and heading out.

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"Well, it's about damn time," Price says.

"Sorry," Gaz moans as he placed his bag down.

"What were you even doing?" Ghost asked.

"Oh I know what he was doing," Price teased. "Oh Gaz, ahh~ ahhh~" Price mocked Y/n's moaning. Ghost laughed and Gaz's face was all red.

"Fucking asshole," Gaz punched Price's arm.

"Oh you think that hurts me," Price put Gaz in a headlock.

"Knock it off, can we start the workout, now?" Ghost asked.

"Fine," Price lets Gaz go.