#how to wash her clothes for her sensitive skin

[willowser]

How do you think single dad!touya would tell his family that he has a kid. Would he just one day pop up with her and be like ‘yeah I have a kid’ Also… do you think he would ever let them have her for the weekend? Like a grandma and grandpa weekend? Especially with how is relationship with enji is

hmm, let's think !!!! i always imagine him having kids a little young, a bit unplanned 💀 and, i've said this before, but i think 🥺 he's not around in his first baby's life very much IN THE BEGINNING 🥺 i think he has to go through a whole crises about it and he has to confront his family trauma and willingly step into fatherhood ! which isn't easy for him !! i imagine when his partner tells him they're having a baby, he kind of runs 💀 BUT i think he would tell someone eventually, before she's born, as a sort of hand off ?? of responsibility ?? bc if he tells rei, then he can be comforted by the fact that he KNOWS his mom won't leave that baby behind. even if he's not in the picture, i imagine his mother AT THE VERY LEAST (bc i do imagine all his siblings would want to be there for her too) being involved in her life.

and so bc of that — by the time touya returns and is ALLOWED back in her life by the mama, she already knows and is comfortable with his family ! as far as enji...in every modern au, i imagine he and rei and divorced and separated. is he still around ?? yes, at least with rei and fuyumi and MAYBE shouto, but he's not living in the home or anything. natsu wants nothing to do with him LOL ever.

do we think rei would let enji see her ?? 🤔🤔 bc touya's not around, right, but they all KNOW how difficult that relationship is, so — would they make that decision FOR TOUYA to allow enji in her life ??? i think....they would. and i like to imagine modern au enji as someone that's actively trying to be a better person/figure for his family, so i think he would want to be a good grandpapi to the baby-girl 🥺🥺 she's not allowed with him on her own, but he'll come by if she's with rei and visit !!

i always imagine him coming back in when she's about 2 or 3 ?? so young enough that she never REALLY remembers him not being there, but he's got to live with the fact that he missed out on so much 🥺 and he's gonna spend the rest of his life making it up 🥺🥺🥺

[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. Buckys innocent neighbor who bakes him cookies and muffins just cause. The girl next door who has the coziest apartment he's ever been in. Shelves filled with books along with plenty of comfy blankets decorating the couches. Bucky has his own place right across but home is with her (even if she doesn't know it yet).

She's the type of girl he's going to take his time with, asking her out on a date, just coffee and a walk in the park. Nothing more than a kiss on her cheek at the end of the night. Another date. Dinner. Another kiss to her other cheek. He wouldn't dare rush anything, especially not someone as soft and sweet as her.

He feels like such a dirty little pervert when he thinks about her afterwards when he's alone in bed, all the blood in his body rushing south, and fuck he's so hard. He tries to ignore it, he didn't want to do something so debauched by thinking of her like that, he even tries to think about his grocery list, laundry, he'd probably wash his arm later, it would probably be fine in the dishwasher-

Nothing worked.

He groans, shuffling and kicking his sweats off, hissing when his hand goes down to tug at his aching cock, relief flooding his veins at the sensation. He lets his mind wander to how adorable she'd be, the way he'd take her apart in the most gentle way. Lay her against the pillows while he holds those soft thighs apart, giving her the most feather light suckles on that perfect clit, basking in all the sounds she'd make. He strokes himself faster thinking about the way he'd get her ready to take all of him. How he'd make it so good for her-shit he was going to blow-maybe if he was lucky, one day she'd let him put his cock in her mou-

"Fuck!!" Bucky threw his head back, spurts of cum shooting from his sensitive head, his post orgasm haze leaving him feeling like a filthy old man. She were here making him baked treats and he was jerking his dick off like a sick fuck.

Then the night finally comes. Bucky is ready to cuddle and nothing else but he's thrown off because never in his wildest fantasies did he expect this.

She is the girl who sends him reeling the first time he takes her clothes off one by one revealing dark ink on her back and hips. He has to suppress a growl, his eyes growing wide at the scantily clad lace that covers her body.

"Like what you see, Sergeant?" she practically purrs in his ear while he lets his han ghost over her bare skin, his chest heaving when his eyes fall to her perfect breasts, hints of silver peeking from under her lingerie, there was no way-

"Can I?" He asks breathlessly, his hand reaching behind to unclasp the bra, those pretty pierced nipples begging to be sucked.

Bucky who turns into a fucking menace, his entire world flipping upside down when she grinds down on his crotch not hiding exactly what she needs from him. He doesn't even have the ability to hide how feral he is, letting all his inhibitions slip.

-

"My little bunny's a slut, fuck, c'mere" He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, hauling you over to his bedroom like an untamed beast, tossing you onto his bed with no remorse. You're in nothing but your panties which he rips right off, your thighs squeezing together at the way he stalks over to you, his hungry eyes raking up and down your body without an ounce of shame. He tugs his sweats down to reveal his leaky cock, stroking it at the edge of his bed after tossing his shirt off.

"See this baby? Been fuckin' stroking and touching myself like a fuckin' teenager because of you-" He throws off his pants before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his knees, "-and you've been here lookin' like God damn sin under those cute little sweaters"

He flicks his cockhead against your clit, humming at the clear beads of his arousal that drip onto your cunt.

"Fuck James, need more, pl-"

"Nuh uh, what was that you called me earlier, sweets?" He lets out a dark chuckle, the veins in his cock throbbing as he tightly holds the base, waiting to hear it again.

"Sergeant" you whine with mischief in your eyes and Bucky is a goner. He'll taste you later and most definitely feed you his cock another day but right now he wants to be nowhere else other than your pussy. He wants to watch you take every bit of him, rolling over to lay on his back while you straddle him, his length slotted against your cunt. He holds it up for you with a cocky look on his face, moaning when his tip breeches your tight pussy, your walls gripping his swollen, pink head.

"That's just the tip baby, c'mon, sit on it, wanna put all of my dick in you, that's it, good girl-shittt"

"Oh fuccckk,s'big" You moan feeling the stretch as you sink all the way down, panting and staying still while you adjust to his size.

"That's it bunny, that's it, ride me, ride your Sergeant" He grabs you by the hips, guiding you to grind down on him, making you feel his entire cock in your stomach. "You're a slut for big dick aren't you baby, acting all cute and shy when all you really wanted was the winter soldier's cock"

Bucky wasn't even sure where all the filth spewing from his mouth was even coming from but he couldn't stop.

"S'that it bunny? Say it baby, tell me how much you wanted my fat cock in you"

"Wanted it! F-cuk Sergeant, wanted your cock s-o-so bad!!"

"Fuck yes!!" His feet plant to meet your bounces, his hips thrusting up, slamming his entire length into you. "M'close, fuck bunny, gonna cum already, I can't hold it-

He doesn't have time to be embarrassed. You feel to good. He rubs your clit needing you to cum all over him so he can let go.

"Please, cum all over Sergeants cock baby, give it to me, be a good girl n'cum, c'mon, cum on my dick, yes, oh fuck yes I can feel it-milk it, shit touch my balls-"

You nearly collapse as your orgasm starts to wash over you, his sponge head hitting the most sensitive parts against your walls while he toys with your clit. His voice is muffled as you start to feel waves of pleasure consume you but you head just enough to reach behind, rubbing his heavy, so full of cum ba-

"FUUUCCCCKKK" He grabs you and wraps his arms around your body while he relentlessly thrusts up, biting down on your shoulder while he lets out the sluttiest, loudest moan with 0 remorse. It feels too good and he's sure the neighbors can hear but honestly, everyone should know how amazing it feels.

-

"I got you pretty baby" Bucky coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, a shiver running through you while you float in bliss. Bucky pulls the covers up, deciding to cuddle up with you for a bit before running a shower, his previous demeanor replaced with the far less debauched version of him.

Anyway, just an idea. Also, it's past my bedtime.

[valalice]

feeling soft so here's some domestic sevika thoughts!

domestic!sevika whose mind can't stop thinking about returning home to you the moment she steps out of the house for work. an instantly sigh of relief when her keys clank against the wooden table, scurrying off her heavy boots and making a beeline to wherever you could be. who without a fail allows herself to fall into your grasp, feeling all her muscles and aches fade away.

domestic!sevika who actually loves your sunday resets. waking up at the ass crack of dawn to be a few of the first at the markets, running any other errands that need to be completed while the two of you are out. making it back home before the true morning-afternoon rush happens. transitioning into the soft hum of music that plays throughout the house after putting the groceries away to begin the real reset of cleaning; the two of you having a system of sevika handling the kitchen and bathroom while you handle doing laundry (she hates folding clothes) and doing the main picking up in the living space.

domestic!sevika who becomes mush the moment you hand subconsciously finds its way into her hair, nails scratching at her scalp.

domestic!sevika who repays the actions you do for her. like the mind numbing back and body rubs you give her often, she does the best she can with one hand. always grumbling a "shut up" whenever you try to push her hand away saying that you're fine—she doesn't need to do this for you, as if she doesn't catch the way you wince when you roll your shoulder.

domestic!sevika who thanks you with a coy gaped smile (and yes, it's reserved for just you) every time you pick her glasses off the bridge of her nose to clean them.

domestic!sevika who loves how in sync you routines are. specifically your guys' nighttime routine. before she didn't have much of a nighttime routine, but now she has things stacked up for her; a shower (the two of you have together), washing her face—learning about the importance of skincare from you, getting her a gentle cleanser (because apparently she has sensitive skin?), a nice moisturizer, and a heavy duty spf for the daytime—brushing her teeth with you standing next her, playing a game of eye tag in the mirror with her. routinely plopping into bed to await the weight of your body onto top of hers; the only way she can peacefully fall asleep.

domestic!sevika who is actually not a bad cook. she had to learn how to cook since she's been on her own for the majority of her life, and throughout those years she perfected simple hearty meals, mostly stews, that you have come to love since being with her. without a fail one of her stews is the meal you request whenever the big question of "what's for dinner?" pops up, she obliges and the two of you enjoy the warm meal on the couch with each other talking about how your days went.

domestic!sevika who is on cloud nine whenever you refer to her as your husband or husbutch. she never thought she'd be able to see herself in such a predicament, a fucking good one at that. and she never thought she'd be one for labels, but hearing how easily those titles roll off the tip of your tongue it makes her rethink everything.

[soft-persephone]

You know You Love It

MDNI // Explicit!!! // WC: 1.5K// Warnings: slight dom sub dynamics, but not really, somone making you do things you don’t want to do, you know how consent works. I’m not your Momma. // mastierlist

AN:// this was way shorter than I thought it would be.

Real AN://, this fic is heavily inspired by @megamindsecretlair go check out her Terry Fics if you haven’t already. This one is def exist because of the recent one she put out based of a request.

Terry was tired. 

He had a long day at his new job; he wasn't sure if he cared about it. 

How long this would last, he wasn’t sure, but he had a reason to have one now. You were good for it. 

He sighed when he saw you in bed, still sleeping. The sheets were rumpled, no corner left unturned from his side to your side. You were currently on your stomach, leg turned up towards your face and your other leg hanging off the side of the bed. Your eyebrows fitfully scrunched together, your lips pulled tight in a frown. 

Bad sleep was still sleep, and you needed every bit you could get. 

He took a shower, taking his time to wash the frustration of the day off of him. 

When he was done, he walked into you now on your side with one hand by your face. Your other guarding your side. 

As if hearing the towel pat against the skin, or maybe the soft  rustle of his t-shirt and loose pajama pants sliding along his skin, but your eyes flutter open. 

“T,” you softly call out, your voice thick with sleep, “is that you?”

“Yeah, I just got home.” He sat on your side of the bed, reaching out to touch you wherever was closest. He caresses the skin of your leg. Your skin was always so soft, if not a little warm, 

Despite having on a tank and the slimmest shorts you could find to keep cool, it was still a struggle. Somehow, no matter how little clothing you wore, it didn’t work. 

You sat up, and moved towards him. Straddling his lap. 

“You don’t have to get up. You should sleep.”

“Don’t want to.” Your tone was playfully apathetic. “We can sleep later.”

He clenched his jaw, fighting to not show his frustration. No matter how wide your eyes got, how you batted your eyelashes at him, you were putting on. Always putting on. 

You knew when you were irritating him and showing it only made you put on worse. 

“What are you doing?” He said as even and calmly as he could, hiding the bite in his voice.

You slid down onto your knees in front of him, your expression soft and innocent. 

“You promised.” You batted your eyes at him. 

He kept his cool and unwavering. 

“Terry.” You plead. 

“Okay, just. . .” He sighed. . .“okay.”

You flash your teeth in a smile that was oh so pretty. Your shoulders relaxing into a normal position and your eyes fighting their sunken state, showing in the sweetest way just how alive and in it you were. 

How could he say no to that? 

Not breaking his firm steady gaze, he pulled himself out of his pants, already half hard. 

Despite your sweet face, it was cruel how slowly you dragged your tongue from the base to tip. Tenderly, you massaged  the tip with your tongue, lathing the bit of precum before placing small wet kisses on it.

His hips dipped on the bed and his back arched slightly, his dick bobbed against your lips, eager for more. 

“Cut-cut that out.” He stammered, fighting to keep his voice stern. “Just put it in your mouth.” He managed to scold you. 

You ignored him, placing wet kisses down his length, your breath fanning across his sensitive skin with each one. Slow, so terribly slow, you lathe at his balls with your tongue. 

“Fuuhck.” He balled his fist at his sides, squeezing the sheets so tight his knuckles were two shades lighter.

He didn’t want to get so loud because that shit only made you  worse, but when they were finally wet to your liking, gingerly wrapping your mouth around one, you slid your tongue around it in small circles, not too harsh or too soft, he couldn’t help the low drown out groans that spilled out of his mouth. 

You let it go with a pop before moving on to the next one. 

He was leaking so much. It was spilling down the sides of his dick, and dripping from his tip. 

His balls tightened in your mouth and with a hot gasp you pulled off.

“Shit,” your tone too normal and light, like you haven’t been teasing the fuck out of him, “I didin’t mean to do that for so long.” You looked up at him like you were sorry. Your long lashes batting up at him apologetically. 

His dick stuttered, threatening to bust. 

“Fuck you.” He strained out in a whine. His eyes dark and stormy through their lust blown gaze.

“Oh. . .” Your eyes went wide before fluttering elsewhere, darting around the room. 

You took it too far and now he was upset. You frowned with a pout, but he promised. How can he get so mad if he promised. 

Not wasting time, you took him in your mouth, his hips pushing his dick past your lips just as  much as you were taking in, desperately thrusting up.

Now that you could set your own pace tonight you didn’t have to take him all the way so soon at the start, you could take your time, jerk the rest of him with your hand, and finally savor the taste of him in your mouth, the smooth velvety skin and the natural musk he exuded from every pore. 

You sucked a little harder hollowing your cheeks as you did, eager for more. 

“Ah,” he hissed, “wait, fuck. . .baby wait.”

It was too late, he was already filling your mouth.

You spit whatever was left in your mouth and latched back on him. 

He roughly pushed at your forehead, making you wince, but the more he did that the harder you sucked his softening dick to keep it in your mouth. His stomach and chest heavily heaved up and down as he breathed in and out.  

“Quit. . . Playing.” He strained against gritted teeth, fighting the whimper bubbling up his throat. 

You swatted his hands away. 

Eventually as you slowly mouthed at his dick, he got hard again and his groans and  whimpers subsided. 

Satisfied, you moved your head back to let go and sit on top of him. Your pussy wet and desperate to finally have him inside, but a large hand firmly grasped  the nape of your neck as he pushed himself to the back of your throat. 

“Where the fuck you think you going?”

He set a hard and brutal pace. 

The wet sound of his dick sliding up and down your throat as you whined around him made your pussy ache around nothing. The hair of his base roughly tickling at your nose as his balls slapped occasionally on your chin. 

“If you love my dick so much,” he emphasized his point by holding your face against his hips, savoring how your throat clenched and unclenched around him as you choked on him, “why do you  keep spitting it out?”

He looked down at you with a smirk, wiping a stray drop of his cum that leaked from your mouth before shoving it back inside with his dick, pushing just a bit more for you to make a sloppy choked sob on his dick and finger he pushed inside with it . 

“You know how much that hurts my feelings.” 

It was Terry’s favorite sick game he liked to play. 

The first time you ever sucked his dick, without thinking you just spit it out when you were done, he was taken aback, almost offended. The way his face fell and his eyes dropped was almost cute, big, wide, and cloudy with somber soft gray blue clouds, but it didn’t stay that way. He liked to force you to swallow sometimes, and you never knew when that day would be. 

Tonight was one of those times. 

His grip on the back of your neck tightened. His hips started to thrust down your throat with as much fervor as his grip on you was, shoving you towards him. With a low, drawn huff of a groan, he spilled down your throat. The thick hot spurts of his cum sliding uncomfortably through your body, filled your belly with a particular warmth you weren’t too fond of. 

You meweled against his softening dick as the tightening of your muscles released. Your thighs starting to seize and tremble  as you came undone, unexpectedly coming in a way you did not want to as well. 

“Shh.” He rubbed your face with a thumb as he came down your throat and you spilled around nothing. “You know you like it.” He murmured.

[xooonism]

Vi wearing only boxers while she sleeps + sensitive nipples

MDNI

Vi comes home after a workout at the gym. Her body wet by the sweat that soaked into her shirt, which is now glued to her skin. She feels uncomfortable and stinky, wanting to hop into the shower so badly.

She sets down her gym bag by the coat rack, striping as she walks to the bathroom, her clothes now leaving a trail behind her. Now naked, she reaches the shower, stepping into it. The water turns on and she feels relief as the sticky fluid washes off of her skin.

She leaves the shower once she’s washed up, leaving the bathroom to step into your shared bedroom, only wrapped in a towel. She sees you, reading a book while you lay on your stomach. She steps toward her drawer and opens it to search for her boxers, deciding that she’s feeling too hot for a shirt.

The noise caught your attention, which made you turn your head, leaving you surprised to see Vi naked. “Vi, why didn’t you tell me you’re home?”, you said studying her naked back, her ass looking amazing.

“I felt disgusting after my workout. I wanted to shower first.”, she replied, pulling her boxers up her legs. She turned to you, immediately grinning after she caught you spying on her naked form. “You like what you see?”

You propped your face on your hand, eyes staring at her boobs shamelessly, humming in response. Vi chuckled, stepping towards the bed, plopping down next to you. She layed down, one arm on her stomach the other layed under her head. The position gave you a perfect view of her boobs, her nipple piercing sparkling due to the light.

Your mouth watered. Vi always sleeps without a shirt after she went to the gym that day, but every time her boobs are freed from the burden of a shirt, you can’t help but feel a burn between you legs. Your hand travelled to her chest, squeezing once it reached its target.

Vi chuckled. She knows how worked up you get when she’s topless. She honestly does it on purpose sometimes, your expression satisfying her. Vi turns her head to see you eye her boobs. Like you want to devour them. She feels like a prey that’s chased by a predator. That’s what she wants.

Your eyes never left her breasts, even after Vi caught you. You want-, no you need them in your mouth. Vi loved how much you’re obsessed with her boobs. She loved how much you’re obsessed with her.

“You wanna suck on them?”, she asked. Your eyes flickered at the suggestion, head shooting towards her chest without a second thought. Vi moaned once she felt your tongue lapping on her nipple, you other hand pinching the other.

After Vi got her nipples pierced, her nipples turned out to be very sensitive. Every touch left her whining, slick pooling between her legs. Once you discovered this, you became obsessed with them, taking every chance to touch, lick or bite them. Hearing her whine and moan at every little touch left you satisfied, a smile tugging at your lips.

Your hand traveled down her abs, your fingers lifting the waistband of her boxers, dipping into her pussy. She gasped, her hips buckling onto your hand….

[pullupinarari]

I can never get enough [LH]

author's note: me posting fics at almost 2 am again, what's new lmao I am not sure how I feel about this one, so I'm gonna post it and run to bed. Hope you enjoy this 🩷 mwah

• masterlist

wc: 2625 - english is not my first language! feedback is always appreciated

It’s been five months now since the day you found out you were pregnant. Your belly bump is now visible, and you are pretty sure that it has become your husband’s favorite sight - noticing how his eyes are always trained on your figure, adoring how no clothes can hide your baby now. 

To say that your senses have been feeling extra sensitive would be an understatement. Every little smell was enough to make you feel nauseous, almost on the verge of throwing up, making it hard for you to deal with the different scents traveling through your nostrils during the day. 

It started off gradually, as weeks went by. First, it was the strong smell of cheese erupting through the house when you went to visit your parents. Then, you realized you had to throw away the lavender air freshener that you had in your office - one of your favorite smells ever was now becoming the reason why your lunch was creating a rollercoaster in your stomach.

There are things that you are slowly discovering that help with your sickness, though. Like lemon tea and… your husband’s scent. It’s weird, but you grew attached to the smell of his perfume, and it seems to be one of the things that actually helps you calm your heightened reactions to other smells. 

It became a routine already: any time Lewis is home, you can always be found safely wrapped in his arms, your head ducked in the crook of his neck, slowly breathing in his fragrance. His hands slowly caress your back, drawing patterns on your skin softly as he leaves some kisses on your forehead while he admires your peaceful state. It really seems like he is the cure to all the nausea creeping through your body during the entire day. Whenever he is around, you feel better.

And today isn’t any different. After spending the entire day at work with a terrible feeling of heartburn in your chest, your stomach feeling weird due to the sanitized smell lingering in the air, you can’t wait to be back home - your heart racing at the thought of cuddling next to your husband again, feeling the warmth erupting from his body into yours, calming both you and your baby with his silky touch and featherweight kisses. 

Lewis is a loving partner and a dedicated father already. And when he realized that this specific perfume of his would help you calm your senses and your sickness, he put all his other fragrances to the side, religiously puffing the miraculous perfume on his skin every single day. 

However, your hormones make your mind feel like a mess sometimes. And while you are at work, this feeling of insecurity washes over you, the intrusive thoughts making you believe that maybe, Lewis might grow tired of the way you are always looking for him, for the spot in his arms to hold you close. Maybe he would enjoy some time for himself as well, some space of his own.

The thought of distancing your body from his is enough to bring some tears to your eyes, making your vision blurry as you try and fight the dumb tears, blaming the stupid hormones for your dramatic state. 

And while you are on the verge of tears at work, Lewis is going through his stuff, unpacking his gym bag, when he realizes that he is running low on your current favorite smell. He grows worried, deciding to go buy another bottle before you’re back from work - he can’t allow himself to run out of this specific perfume, not ready to deal with a moody, pregnant wife that is going to feel forced to drink lemon tea every hour of the day to help with her nausea. 

At the store, Lewis goes straight to the aisle where he knows that he will find the product that he is looking for. At first, he grabs just one bottle. But then, his brain wraps him in a tide of future scenarios, possibilities that could hypothetically happen: he could have an emergency trip at work, he could possibly have to stay away for more than he plans to - even if he refuses to stay away from you for long now. Or maybe you would just use the entire thing when he was away for that work trip, knowing how you like to spray the pillow with his perfume before lying down when he is not home. Or maybe, his perfume bottle could fall to the ground and break - and he could already imagine your crying state, calling him while sobbing because of a bottle of perfume. 

“Better to be safe than sorry” - Lewis thinks to himself, grabbing four bottles of the scent and heading back home. 

Putting the packs of his perfume on the bathroom counter, he hears the front door open. A content sigh leaves his mouth, alongside a soft smile that spreads on his lips as he walks down the stairs to meet you. 

Your husband shows up in front of you looking extra cuddly to your eyes. He’s wearing a white hoodie, his body being engulfed by the fabric of his clothes. Lewis gives you the most adorable smile you have ever seen, opening his arms to welcome you in his figure before your lips connect in a loving kiss. You wish you could stay in his arms for the rest of the day, but the voices in your mind are still calling you “clingy”, “needy”, “annoying”, so you decide to break your cuddle routine. 

“How was work?” - he asks you, looking you in the eyes softly as he grabs a piece of your hair that’s in front of your features. His other hand caresses your bump lovingly, making a smile paint your features as well. Your nostrils immediately identify his scent, bringing you a sense of comfort and care that makes your heart feel warm. 

“It was okay” - you keep it short, feeling the hormones messing with you already, knowing that they can turn you into a crying mess in a matter of seconds. You step away from the hug, walking to the kitchen to try and distract your mind from the negative thoughts capturing you. 

Lewis follows right behind you, noticing how you seem cold, and bothered with something. He tries to test the waters and see how far you’ll go until you finally crack, telling him what’s bothering you so much. 

“And the nausea? How was it today? Did it get a bit better?” - your husband insists, trying to keep his body close to yours while you walk around the kitchen before reaching the living room. 

“Yes, I feel better” - you lie. You spent the entire day feeling like throwing up because of the smells that don’t leave your office, feeling so incredibly sick to your stomach that even the taste of water could make you vomit. 

Your body lands on the sofa while you turn on the television, putting on your favorite show while you hold a pillow close to your frame - trying your best to not make it look like you are avoiding Lewis. You just want to give him some space, that you bet he desperately needs.

The man sits beside you on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed when he notices that your limbs don’t reach for him, your body doesn’t try to pull him closer to you. Instead, you hold the pillow tighter, subtly trying to bury your nose further into the fabric of it, smelling some reminiscence of Lewis’ perfume from when he was lying down there this morning. 

Lewis is looking at you confused, trying to pick what is going on, but he can’t. He can’t wrap his brain around the fact that you’re not lying in his chest, like you always do when you’re back from work. He wonders if he has done something wrong, but he is pretty sure that the answer to that would be ‘no’. So he just decides to come forward and question you instead.

“Love, what’s wrong?” - he turns his body completely to you now, his eyes analyzing how you try to cover your face with the pillow. 

“Nothing” - you reply, your voice sounding muffled yet small, hoping that he would just drop the questions before the tears show up in your eyes. 

He sighs, knowing you like the palm of his hand. “Why aren’t you cuddling with me, then? Why isn’t your face buried on my neck, so you can take in my scent? Oh God, don’t tell me that now this perfume makes you feel nauseous as well? And I sprayed it all over me for your return from work” - his eyes widen at the possibility running through his brain.

You gently shake your head ‘no’ at his words, your eyes look big while the rest of your face is still hidden by the pillow. You could never grow sick of his scent, of his presence, of his touch. In fact, you are craving it so much that it could kill you right now, the thought of it making you want to cry already. 

“Then what’s wrong, baby? Just tell me, so I can help you. I hate knowing that something is bothering you to the point of you not opening up to me” - he admits, his hand reaching to grab yours, his fingers caressing your knuckles in a way to encourage you to talk.

“You don’t wanna cuddle anymore?” - Lewis asks again, his voice sounding smaller, his eyes trying to find an answer in you, afraid of what you might say now. 

“I do” - you finally speak up. “I just thought that you could get tired of having me wrapped around you almost 24/7, I thought that maybe you might want some space for yourself. I don’t want you to think I’m clingy” - you admit, sniffling quietly as some tears leave your eyes already, feeling way too fragile now. 

Your words make a confused expression show up on your husband’s face, and you watch how he gently removes the pillow from your face, his arms reaching for your figure as he slowly pulls your body to him. His arms immediately engulf your frame, and he can’t help but smile when he feels you ducking your face on the crook of his neck again - the way he loves so much. 

“You are so silly” - he chuckles while looking down at you. “I could never get tired of cuddling my wife, you are crazy for even thinking about that, let alone believing it. I love when I get to spend my entire day with you in my arms, I love that my perfume is able to help with your nausea. I love this whole new routine that we are creating, my love. Please, stop believing all that nonsense that your mind is creating” - his fingers play with your hair softly, his voice sounding like honey to your ears. He presses a kiss to your forehead, while his other hand caresses your belly. 

“I’m sorry” - you say, wiping the tears from your face, realizing that your thoughts weren’t making any sense. 

“I even went to the store and bought four bottles of perfume because I was running low on it. Just because I love the cuddles too much, I can’t get enough of it” - Lewis admits with a giggle, his sounds making a laugh escape your own lips now, having the ability to make you feel lighter and careless. 

“And how is my princess behaving today?” - your husband asks, a silly smile planted on his face as he talks to your bump now. 

The warmth erupting from his hands, hugging your belly, makes you feel loved and cared for, and you are sure that your daughter can feel the exact same, by the way you feel her moving gently to the sound of her dad’s voice. 

“Ugh, nausea was so bad today. I almost threw up at work” - you admit, seeing the look that Lewis gives you after you lied to him about it. 

“Grace, baby, listen to daddy. You need to stop giving mummy such bad sickness, you need to give her a break, princess” - he says to your daughter, his voice as soft and gentle as his touch on your skin. 

“Or maybe you can continue giving her just a bit of nausea, because daddy loves cuddling you and mummy so much. Shhhh, this is our secret! Don’t tell her about this” - he whispers the last part, pretending that only his daughter can hear him now, giggling at his own silliness as you shake your head at his words, a laugh escaping your lips. 

Lewis immediately knew the name he wanted to give your daughter once you found out it was a girl. Grace - means “blessing”, and there’s not a better word in this world to describe the way your husband sees the arrival of your baby.

It truly is a blessing that he can’t wait to hold safely in his arms, feeling excited yet impatient because “time isn’t passing by fast enough!!”, as he says sometimes. 

He wants to meet her, he really does. There’s not a day when he doesn’t daydream about his princess, feeling anxious already to play with her, to teach her everything he knows, to care and protect her from all the evil in this world, holding the most precious thing in his life close to his heart - dying to feel their heartbeats beating in sync. 

You place a kiss on his cheek lovingly, obsessed with these moments - with the cuddles, with all the times when Lewis has full conversations with your baby. You truly feel lucky, blessed, to have such a wonderful husband by your side, that’s becoming even a more amazing dad already. 

Lewis also feels addicted to this new routine, loving how these little things can make him feel more present as a dad, closer to his wife and daughter, feeding himself off of the idea of being able to make things a bit easier for you, even by just being by your side, cuddling you after spraying himself with perfume a crazy amount of times per day.

He would give you everything you would ask for. Ask for the world - it shall be yours. Anything you want, you have it. He would give you his life if needed, he would set his soul on fire just to warm you up, he would do everything for you and your baby in the blink of an eye. 

But you don’t ask for much. You just want his attention, his love, his presence, his loyalty. You never asked for his heart entirely, never dreaming about possessing him, but Lewis is way too devoted to you and your family not to give it to you, even without you asking for it. 

A smile bursts through his features when he feels Grace kicking against his hand at the sound of his voice - you can predict how much of a daddy’s girl she’s going to be already, and Lewis beams at the thought of spoiling his princess with everything he can provide for her. 

He lands a soft kiss on your lips, silently confessing all his love for you, all his faithfulness, making sure that you know that he means every single word, every single feeling running through his veins when it comes to you and your daughter. 

You could never imagine your life without him by your side, your eyes shining bright as you picture him with your baby already, eager to feel complete once she arrives. But you never have to worry about Lewis leaving, because as long as you want him, he - like everything else in this world - is yours. Forever.

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     Baking was a holiday tradition. Y/n found joy in it, even when her arms didn’t. She didn’t have any family recipes that she used, just whatever she had found on the internet. She found a new one to try and everyone said the cookies were delicious and tasted amazing. The ingredients threw her off just a bit but she just followed the recipe regardless. 

     The recipe was for a small batch so it was perfect for her and Hyunjin. Something small for the two of them to enjoy. She let everything cool down before grabbing a cookie and taste testing. The comments were right, they were delicious. 

     “Smells good down here,” Hyunjin said as he came down the stairs 

     “How was your live?” Y/n asked him as he pecked her lips and then took a bite of the cookie in her hand

     “Good, not as good as these cookies though. You did a really good job sweetie,” Hyunjin said

     “Thanks,” Y/n smiled, finished her cookie, and cleaned up the rest of her mess. Hyunjin munched on the cookies before his girlfriend yelled at him to save some for later. The idol just laughed and finished his last one and helped her clean up.

     “I’m going to shower and then figure out dinner,” Y/n told him

     “Can I join?” Hyunjin smiled

     “Sure,” Y/n agreed. 

     Hyunjin started the shower while she grabbed them both a change of clothes and then joined him in the bathroom. Hyunjin pulled his shirt off and then tossed it into the hamper. Y/n followed ensuite before they both got in the shower. Hyunjin stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her as she started washing her face. The warm water hitting her skin and Hyunjin’s kisses on her shoulder. One hand traveled up to her chest while the other moved down between her legs. 

     “Smell good,” Hyunjin told her as he groped her chest. 

     “Yeah?” Y/n asked, an intense heat firing up in her belly as Hyunjin pressed his erection against her ass.

     Neither knew what it was. Showering together had always been one of their favorite nonsexual intimacy times so it wasn’t that. Hyunjin himself just knew he had to do something right now about his painful erection or it felt like he was going to pass away. 

     His fingers dipped into her aching cunt, finding her already soaking wet for him. “Baby,” He moaned and nipped at her skin. 

     Y/n moaned in response. Her whole body was more sensitive than ever. It felt like she was on fire and needed to get put out. Hyunjin seemed to feel the same as his fingers moved in and out of her. Though it wasn’t helping at all. 

     “Need more,” Y/n whined 

     “Me too,” Hyunjin agreed 

     Y/n turned off the water and pulled him out of the shower. Hyunjin backed up onto their sink as his lips encapsulated hers. Y/n moaned into his mouth as she sat on the edge of the counter. Hyunjin made quick work of pushing his aching cock into her and spreading her legs open for him. 

     “Hyun,” Y/n moaned, wrapping her hands around his biceps

     “I’ve got you, baby,” Hyunjin told her, leaning her back till she hit the mirror. Starting to thrust into her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. 

     Hyunjin was one to take his time in these situations. He’d rather love and dote on his partner than fucking but now he had a primal urge to just fuck. Nothing was going to relieve that pressure in him. 

     Y/n moaned into his mouth. Having a boyfriend who takes his time to know her body, using that to his advantage every time they were in bed, came with perks. It was second nature for him to know what angles, positions were best, etc. It was like breathing to Hyunjin now. 

     Y/n still felt like it wasn’t enough. Begging him for more and Hyunjin happily complied. Needing it just as much. If not more.

     “Fuck,” Hyunjin groaned as she tightened around him. 

     Her walls pulsating around him. Overly sensitive and Y/n couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t going to complain but she’d never felt this horny to the point of extreme sensitivity before. They’d barely started and she already felt like she was on the edge. 

     “Let me cum in you. Please, baby. Need to fill you up,” Hyunjin rambled as his lips moved from hers to her neck. Kissing, sucking, and biting on the skin.

     “Please,” Y/n barely got out before her orgasm hit. Clenching around her boyfriend’s cock. Hyunjin whimpered into her neck as his own came about at the same time. Their cums mixed inside her, warmth filling her. 

     Hyunjin grabbed her hips and held her close to his. Both took a deep breath as they came down from the high— well Y/n did. Hyunjin was still kissing on her neck as he stayed hard inside her which wasn’t normal.

     “One more. Need one more round,” Hyunjin begged, pace already starting again.

     “Counters not comfy,” Y/n groaned, now annoyed with the facet digging into her back.

     “Let’s move to the bed. Just need to go again. Need to fuck you till I’ve got nothing left.”

     Y/n and Hyunjin lost track of how long and how many roads they truly went before passing out in each other’s arms. Waking up close to noon the next day, Hyunjin was very cuddly with her.

     “Hyun,” Y/n said

     “Mmm,” He grumbled

     “You okay?”

     “Tired,” He sighed and took his head out of her chest. “ How are you feeling?”

     “Right leg feels numb but could be from you laying on it.”

     “Sorry,” Hyunjin apologized and laid back on his side of the bed, pulling her onto his chest.

     It wasn’t until an hour later when Y/n looked back at the recipe and looked up the ingredients that she realized it called for a strong aphrodisiac.

     “That’s why I couldn’t find it anywhere!” Y/n exclaimed

     “Is that why I felt like I was going to suffocate if I didn’t fuck you?” Hyunjin asked

     “I think so. Probably shouldn’t have eaten three cookies.”

     “They were delicious and I would do it again.”

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Anything for You. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

Summary: Eddie helps his girlfriend take care of a messy situation

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: Periods, blood.

A.N.: Guess who's back... back again! This is a bit self indulgent because I’m (still) on my period and all I want is for Eddie to hold me and take care of me.

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The house was pitch black as Eddie tried his hardest not to wake his sleeping girlfriend up.

He wishes he would have been smart enough to keep a flashlight near the door so he could at least see where he was going instead of feeling around the air, hoping not to bump into a piece of furniture or run into the wall like he’s done many times in the past… or 2 days ago.

Work was long today, somehow the past 3 Fridays Eddie has been stuck working 13 hour shifts, guys at the garage who come in after him being sent home before him. Sure his body was tired and worn out, but getting those checks had been nice.

Finally he reaches the bedroom, stripping his work clothes off and leaving them in a trail to the bathroom so he could shower the smell of the grease and sweat off his body before going to sleep next to his girlfriend.

He smiles at her as he passes by, only seeing the back of her head as the light from the bathroom illuminates her. There was nothing better than snuggling next to her after a long day and feeling her relax into his body in her sleep.

After rinsing the suds off his body and drying himself off, he tiptoes back into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of boxers from the laundry basket full of clean clothes that needed to be put away and slipping them on.

If he had to stand up for 2 seconds longer, his knees would surely buckle. The hot shower really emphasized how worn out his body was.

His eyes adjust to the little light from the street, coming through their makeshift curtains. As he grabs the untouched sheets on the bed and pulls them back so he can slide in, he notices a dark patch on the bedding next to his girlfriend.

The longer he tries to focus his eyes better, trying to decipher what he was looking at, he notices a dark patch on the back of her shorts too.

He turns the light back on in the bathroom, not wanting to startle her with the light from the side table near her. The extra light confirming what he had thought.

“Babe, you gotta wake up for a sec.” He gently shakes her shoulder.

She inhales deeply before stretching her body, her arms raising above her head as she only opens one of her eyes to look at him, confused as to what’s going on.

“Hey, I gotta get you out of bed. I think you’re bleeding.”

Both of her eyes fly open, sitting up quickly. “Shit. Oh my god. Shit.” She panics, grabbing the sheets that were in her lap to cover herself. Her head falls into her hands in embarrassment, wanting nothing more than to crawl into her own skin. “I’m sorry, Eds. God this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry!”

Her period had come at least 3 days early, usually she was a step ahead and had something on the night before so this never happened.

He could see the immediate panic in her face as she realized she had bled onto their bed sheets.

“Hey, no. It’s okay. Go clean yourself up and I’ll take care of the sheets, okay? You’re okay, sweetheart.” Eddie says softly, reaching out to rub her back softly. “You need me to get you some new underwear and shorts?”

“Please?” She clenches her thighs together as she goes to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off and opting to jump into the shower to clean herself up.

Part of her wanted to cry from embarrassment. Eddie had never seen her leak out onto her clothes, and now her boyfriend was washing the blood off their sheets.

Of course now she felt the sharp cramps in her uterus and the sensitivity from her nipples as the water hits them.

She groans to herself at the pain, resting her forehead on the tile next to her, knowing she had at least 3 or 4 days of cramps that hurt much worse than this.

“Baby, I brought you some clean clothes. I left them on the counter.” Eddie’s voice calls from the other side of the shower curtain. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’ll be okay, babe. I’ll be out in a second.”

She waits for the door to shut before she turns the water off, grabbing the towel off the hook and wrapping it around herself.

She couldn’t help but smile seeing a new outfit for her laying out on the counter and a pad sitting on top of the pile. He really was the best boyfriend she could ever ask for.

Once she’s dressed and settled, she nervously steps out to the bedroom only to find Eddie struggling to put the fitted sheet on the mattress.

“You need some help there?” She snorts a laugh.

Eddie’s tongue sticks out the corner of his mouth in concentration as he tucks the corner in, smiling in success that none of the other corners snapped back up like they had before. He laughs to himself in victory, hopping back onto his feet. “Got it finally. Lemme just throw the sheet on and you can lay back down. I couldn’t find the heating pad but I got you some water.”

Her whole heart swelled at his thoughtfulness and she felt a small lump in her throat build. There was no way to control the tears that pricked her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Eddie asks, walking over to her and touching her arms in comfort.

“It’s nothing. You’re just really sweet to me.” She wraps her arms around him, nuzzling her face in his chest as she hugs him tightly.

Eddie kisses the top of her head, running his hands up and down her back slowly. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

She waits as he fixes the top sheet on the bed, helping him throw the pillows back on and placing the comforter back on the lower half of the bed.

Both of them snuggle into bed, finally together after a long day away from each other.

Eddie pats his chest, motioning her to come lay on his chest. She snuggles happily on his chest, letting her arm drape over his stomach in hopes she can fall back to sleep like before.

Of course as soon as she settles, she feels a tight cramp start, making her whine uncomfortably and scrunch her body up in a ball. “Sorry, it just hurts.”

Eddie shuffles down the bed, laying her on her back again while he rests his head on her tummy, letting his chest be her heating pad. He makes a mental note to drive to the drug store to go find her a heating pad tomorrow. His hands rests on her hips, his fingers gently dancing across the skin to help relax her.

She relaxes against his body, knowing his warmth would help the pain and his weight on her help her drift to sleep. Her own hands find their way to his hair, massaging his scalp.

Eddie moans happily, letting his eyes flutter closed.

This was all he thought about while at work, coming home to his beautiful girlfriend and laying down with her, holding her against his body while he slept.

The faster he fell asleep meant the sooner he would wake up and have all weekend to spend next to her.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby. I know you were tired after working all day.” She whispers to him.

With the little bit of energy he had left, he turns his head and kisses her tummy, quickly nuzzling his head back against her body. “You know I got you, angel.”

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A CLEAN MIND

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PAIRING: Alastor x Wife!Reader SUMMARY: After a long night of doing Lucifer’s Tango with the infamous Radio Demon, limbs sore to the brim, Alastor decides that it’s best to give his darling some proper aftercare. Of course one thing had led to another, but what would they do once they were caught in the net with a knock on the door? WARNINGS: Fem!Reader, reader is sensitive, shower sex, mentions of terrible soreness from the night before, Alastor is a little bit of a rascal 🤓☝️ *snort* (apologies), Nifty almost catching them in the middle of it, sexual content in general, mature language, dubious consent, power dynamics, violent language (not too degrading though), unprotected sex, Exhibitionism, relationship dynamics. LMK if i missed anything!!!

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WORDS: 1.2k (not including the bonus fic at the end)

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Y/N was awoken by the weight shift in her shared bed. Slowly, she sat up, stretching the soreness out of her, to see Alastor getting up from bed and walking over to his dresser. Y/N sighed and laid back down in the red silk sheets, but then felt a hand on her forehead one moment later.

“I see you’re awake,” Alastor said, smiling. “How do you feel?”

Y/N groaned and turned her head away. “Not good…”

“Ah, well, I figured so.” Alastor chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. “But I will fix it for you, as always.”

He grabbed her arm and helped her stand up, but Y/N protested. “Just a couple more minutes, Al,” she stated, “I’m sore as a dam’s log…” Alastor laughed softly when he heard her say one of the old sayings from their time.

“Alright… But you need to get up soon, honey. It’s not healthy staying in bed all day…especially without a proper cleaning after last night.” He smiled more softly and leaned down to kiss her lips, then went into the bathroom. Y/N lay back down again, welcoming the feeling of the twisted sheets once more.

After about two minutes, Alastor came back out with a warm washcloth. He bent down next to the bed and gently swipes the cloth on her face, wiping away old sweat or…anything else that might be there. Y/N blushed at the thought, but still let him cleanse her face.

…makeup- he’s wiping off makeup.

When he finished, Alastor tossed the wet rag into the hamper and walked back towards the bedroom, leaving the door open. He stopped right beside the bed. “Get up, sweetheart. We need to take care of your sore muscles and such.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off the bed, walking into the bathroom. Alastor followed behind her, closing the door. She stood in front of the mirror as Alastor started the water in the shower. Y/N inspected at herself.

Damn, i looked better when i was alive.

Seeing that Alastor was taking off his unde rgarments, Y/N decided to do the same.

After they were finished with that, Alastor moved his head to the side to look at her, “Let me help you get cleaned up, yes?” Alastor grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

“Okay.” Y/N nodded and stepped under the showerhead, letting the water pour over her body. Alastor stepped inside, grabbing some body soap and pumping it into his claws.

Alastor ran his hands slowly across her back. He continued to caress her skin until she reached forward, grasping her shoulders and pulling him closer. His hands were still moving, but now against her breasts. He squeezed them lightly, knowing how much it would turn her on.

Y/N gasped, “Alastor!” She looked up to meet his eyes, blushing profusely.

Alastor let out a laugh, “apologies, darling.” he continued to rub soap onto the contents of her body. After washing her front, he washed her backside. Then, he began to massage her neck and shoulders. She moaned in pleasure, causing him to smirk. “Enjoying yourself, love?” he asked teasingly.

Y/N laughed softly, “Does it not show?” she asked sarcastically. Alastor grinned, stepping closer and pressing his lips against hers. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close.

Alastor broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “I want you,” he whispered. Y/N smiled, leaning in for another kiss. Alastor moved his hands from her shoulders to her hips. He pushed her against the wall, using his strength to hold her there.

Alastor pulled back, looking down at what was happening. His cock was fully erect, sticking straight out like a sword. He smirked and rubbed the tip against her slit.

“Alastor…I’m still a little sensitive from last night…” Y/N worried.

He scoffed, “You’ll be okay darling, I’ll be gentle.” Then, Alastor pushed his cock inside of her in one thrust.

Y/N slapped his shoulder, hissing, “You said you’d be gentle!”

He hushed her, kissing her collarbone, “We just need to be quick dear, yes?” He then suckled on her collarbone after pulling away.

“Wait…why?” Y/N asked.

He groaned and pulled away once again, beginning to thrust slowly, “Because Nifty is supposed to come in and clean in about…” he looked at the picket watch on the counter, “…hm, ten minutes? maybe less.” He smirked and sped up his pace slightly, causing her to grip tightly onto his forearms.

Alastor kissed along her jawline, then made his way back to her lips. The sound of the running water drowned out any sounds that may have been coming from their mouths.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Sir?” Nifty called from outside. Alastor pulled away quickly, cursing harshly under his breath. “I have to clean your room early because Charlie is beginning an activity soon…should i give you time in the shower, Sir?”

Y/N groaned, burying her head into the junction of his shoulder, “You can’t be this fucking old to forget Charlie’s plans-“

“Of course, Nif, I’ll be out in a jiffy!” Alastor immediately shoved himself back into Y/N, thrusting violently.

She gasped loudly, gripping tighter onto his forearms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place.

Catching her volume, she moaned pathetically quiet, grinding her hips into his. “Faster, please..faster…” she whimpered. Alastor obliged, slamming his cock deeper into her cunt. Y/N groaned, arching her back and hoping for the best the shower’s water was muffling her noises.

Alastor, although, was practically overjoyed could hear her cries even through the sound of rushing water. He picked up speed, pounding harder and harder into her. Y/N squealed, digging her nails into his arms.

He grunted, “Darling, you’re going to leave marks.”

She moaned, “You wanna talk about m-mine?”

His thrusts became erratic as he neared his release. Y/N wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, squeezing every muscle she had left in her legs.

“Shit.” Alastor cursed, thrusting deeper and deeper into her. He slammed into her cervix once more, causing her to squeeze around his cock tightly. He held himself deep inside of her as he filled her womb with cum, groaning in ecstasy.

After a moment of catching each other’s breaths, both failing miserably, he pulled out, “That’s better.” He patted her cheek, setting her down on the ground after seeing that she would refuse to stand on her feet, and turned to turn off the water. He dried himself off and put on his robe, quickly ruffling his hair in a towel and tossing it.

He turned to see Y/N sitting in the shower’s tub, rubbing her hips, “Darling? You need any help getting out?” Alastor walked over to her and bent down, titling his head to the side like talking to a mindless toddler.

Y/N took a moment and sighed, switching the water to go through the bath faucet, and turned on the water to the hottest temperature, “just tell Nifty to skip the bath tub while she cleans.”

Alastor chuckled, “will do.” and turned to leave the bathroom

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Nifty hummed to herself as she tidied up the bedroom, her cheerful demeanor contrasting with the unknowingly steamy scene that had just unfolded in the bathroom.

As she finished straightening the sheets, Nifty heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. She glanced up to see Alastor emerging, fully dressed in his signature attire, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Good morning, Nifty,” Alastor greeted her with a smile.

“Morning, Sir,” Nifty replied, eyeing him curiously. “Is everything alright? You seem, um, a little off today?”

Alastor chuckled, a playful twinkle in his eye. “Oh, everything’s just fine, my dear Nifty. Just had a little… unexpected delay in the bathroom.”

Nifty raised an eyebrow, but decided not to pry further. After all, she was used to Alastor’s cryptic comments and eccentricities. “Well, if there’s anything you need, just let me know.”

“Actually, there is one thing,” Alastor said, his smile widening. “Could you do me a favor and skip cleaning the bathtub today? Y/N is… not done with her bathing. A little sore. I’m sure she’ll clean up after herself so don’t bother to wait or come back for when she’s done.”

Nifty’s eye widened in understanding, and she couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Consider it done.”

“Thank you, Nifty. You’re a gem,” Alastor said with a wink before sauntering out of the room, leaving Nifty to finish her cleaning with a knowing smile.

As she worked, Nifty couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement at the antics of her eccentric employer and his mysterious guest. It was just another day in the Hazbin Hotel, after all.

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vi headcanons flooding my mind (nsfw, fluff, afab reader, MDNI)

[TW: swich!vi, switch!reader, pet name (pup), brief degradation, tribbing, cunnilingus (r!receiving), ass humping (r!receiving), mentions of other kinks]

★ vi, who loves the smell of your shampoo and always has her nose close to your head after you wash it. she never tells you this, but you've noticed the way her chest moves deeply when you're laying on her

★ vi, who can't get enough of you, ever. once she finally has you on her side, she's not letting you go. she grunts when you have to go separate ways every morning, kissing your lips over and over, a hand on your nape and a lovestruck look when you step back and says again that you both will be late. she hates when you leave the bed before her, is very openly touchy. her siblings keep making comments about how she's hooked bad and how no one will steal you or something. you, tho, love the contact and reciprocates whenever you can

★ vi, who brings a glass of water for you when she goes get one for herself, but who at first wasn't used to the fact that you do the same for her. she'd fall silent when you brought her a snack, a fruit, did any act of service for her as naturally as doing something for yourself. once she was especially sensitive because of her period and looked more affected than ever, which made you stop on your tracks and ask if something was wrong. "no... i just love when you do something for me", she muttered, and you smiled and kissed her face

★ vi, who will crack jokes about very good food. keeps making noises and praising the cooker and comments about it a lot

★ vi, who hates when you both fight. it's not a frequent thing, but when it does happen she absolutely hates every second of the situation. hates that it happened in the first place, hates the time you both spend apart to cool down (which never were more than hours) and wants nothing more than to resolve things

★ vi, who gets spread on the bed during her most heavy sleep. she lays down next to you and wakes up with a leg hanging off the mattress, arm around you, the other leg almost on yours, and does not wake up when you also have your messy sleeping time. basically you're both tangled on the bed, but by some miracle neither wakes up on the floor

★ vi, who is a switch (and I'll die on this hill) and it's so very careful to read you and the situation to know if her words are working, if the tease she's putting up is trespassing you obliviousness, if you're in the mood for some fun time.

★ vi, who's the best pup when she's subbing. not really deep into the pet play, it's just the name that entices her whenever it comes out of your mouth.

"keep being nice for me, alright, pup?", you whisper, kissing her calf muscle as your hips clash on hers, your pussy grinding on hers. her hands tied on the bed frame and hair messy, face flustered and nipples hard around her piercings. she lets out the best sounds of the world, literal music to your ears, consumed by flames upon looking at you. she wouldn't do otherwisew anyway, being good for you scratches her brain in the best way possible and she loves that you take advantage of that fact to bend her over and over again.

she can't help the tingle in her legs and the sigh escaping for her mouth when you pull her hair and runs your nails along her skin, when you order her to suck on your tongue or talk filthy things about her behavior and her willingness to submit. she can't help the dampness on her boxers when she's eager to eat you out, needy even, and you chuckle and first takes a sweet time making out with her.

"what has gotten into you, honey? why all that rush?", you smugly ask, fingers between the vivid strands of her hair as she tries to take off your bottom clothes.

"just need to taste you so bad, babe", her lips fall on your neck and you laugh, making her pull away slightly to look at your face.

"oh i got it, you're just being a needy slut today", and she sighs, kneeling in front of the couch after finally getting you nude from waist down. "go on, handsome, show me what this eager mouth can do", she almost whines when you pull her by her hair, closer to your core, as the strong hands rest around your thighs.

the woman can't even stop moaning when fucking you. knowing you're feeling so good because of her sends her mind to oblivion, so it doesn't matter you're under her, legs spread with her fingers buried deep in your dripping cunt; what matters is that she is in you, she can feel you around her fingers and hear your moans and the gushing sounds of your pussy being fucked. she can watch you squirming and looking at where you both meet, at her body, her face, and frown with pleasure. she can receive your praises for being such a good pup, your amazing girl, who'll make you cum in no time.

★ but vi, who will not back away when domming. she's an insufferable woman when it comes to you, so being dominant doesn't take away the eagerness, but makes her rough and even more teasing. she delights in watching you uneasy with want, tipping your toes in the situation, giving up your control slowly and finally letting her fold you around anyway she likes. she loves seeing the way you look helpless under the desire, not able to hold yourself back, just taking everything she gives you - and, oh, how she gives...!

she'll have you over her lap, muffled moans on the crook of your own arm as she travels her fingers up and down your glistening folds. and this happens between the endless groping on your thighs and ass, slaps and mocks over the way you're squirming. she touches your labia lightly, pull those lips apart with her thumb and index finger and lets a glob of spit fall on your pussy, trailing down to your clit. she knows you like when she's messy and she loves it. vi will tease your pussy, give it some slaps, and watch you beg for her to fuck you.

those muscles aren't used only on fights, she gets great pleasure in how you seem enticed by her demonstrations of strength over you. so she'll carry you around, enjoy her own big amount of stamina, have you in a headlock when fucking you from behind (ever so careful not to suffocate you too much, just the position is enough to send you over the edge anyway), hold you above her strap to make you beg for it, before snapping her hips up and looking at your gone expressions when she fucks you like she needs to be inside of you more than anything else - and in those moments she does need it, actually - and calls you her pretty whore, her perfect slut, her needy princess who can't keep your pussy away from her

she needs to have you riding her mouth desperately, it's one of her favorite things. there's something about you on top of her either trembling or being so needy you can't help but rock your hips and it makes her extremely satisfied. not only that, but eating you out is one of her favorite things.

the nipple play? all the time. spit kink? big. dacryphilia? makes her so wet. and it goes both ways.

"baby, please, let me breath for a bit", you beg after the fourth orgasm, and she's on top of you with her mouth on yours in no time, smirking between the kiss with how you're sensitive.

but she turns you around and you look over your shoulder, curious with what she'll do. she sneaks a hand to grab one of your tits and kisses your neck, shoulder blades, before straddling your ass. "you can breathe while i use this beautiful ass of yours, right?" and you're immediately perking up against her, sighing with her wetness against your ass cheek when she thrusts the first times and deliciously sounding groans, swollen clit constantly rubbing on your skin until she's cursing and coming.

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

[plussizeficchick]

Okay so I think as an alpha, it’s hard to get Tamaki angry, but once he does, he goes feral.

Like normally, he has exceptional control over his instincts. He’s not as territorial as others, but there is one thing that can send him into a frenzy.

And that was someone threatening his claim.

You almost felt bad for the poor excuse of an alpha that tried his luck with you. But you’d warned him. You’d been polite, informing him you weren’t interested and were already claimed, but he insisted, was certain he could be a better alpha than the one that would dare let you out of his sight.

You figured since he wasn’t taking a hint that your best bet would be to be direct, harsh even, but it seemed bruising his ego only seemed to stoke his flame.

He didn’t seem to notice your scent changing, the smell of frankincense overpowering your usual scent of lilies and patchouli. And he definitely didn’t notice your alpha stalking over to you guys, too focused on trying to get you home with him.

The alpha doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels the warm gush of blood running from his nose and the harsh pavement under the palm of his hands. He reaches up to assess the damage before letting out a hiss at the searing pain that shoots to his face.

Yep, definitely broken.

He grits his teeth and looks up at the fucker that dared to hit him, but isn’t prepared to come face to face with Pro Hero Suneater.

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing to my mate?” Tamaki grits out, eyes lit with hatred for the alpha in front of him. Normally, he’s a talker. He hates when situations escalate to violence, but this guy knew what he was doing, your claiming mark clear as day.

“Hey man, I-I didn’t know-” He tries to stammer but Tamaki is quick to shut that down. “But you did, I heard her say it. Multiple times.” He blankly stares at the guy before hauling him up by his collar. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave with the shred of dignity you have left, and if I find that you’re harassing omegas again, you’re going to be left with more than a fucked face. Do I make myself clear?” The man’s head nearly flies off the way he nods in affirmation and Tamaki drops him where he stands.

He’s immediately on you, checking you to ensure there’s not a scratch on you before he guides you out of the park.

— —

You’re aware of how Tamaki gets after a huge display of dominance. He’s still pumped up on adrenaline and needs a way to release the frustration before becoming a recluse.

It's one of the rare times in which he loses complete composure.

As soon as you’re both through the threshold he’s hoisting you up, your thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue laving over your claiming mark before he kisses his way to your lips, licking into your mouth. You moan against him, his clothed cock pressing against your cunt through your panties. You feel slick pool between your legs, soaking the fabric. “Please, Tama.” You whine. He offers you a bit of relief when he reaches a hand down and rips your underwear off. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ve got you.” He murmurs into your mouth. He can hardly wait, opting to just haphazardly pull down his sweats and boxers. He jerks himself off really quick, moaning at the feeling before pushing into you.

You both groan at the feeling, Tamaki trying to quell his whimpers by gnawing at your claiming mark. You whimper as he bites the sensitive skin, cunt clenching around him.

You jerk in his arms, your orgasm already fast approaching even though it feels he’s just getting started. “Fuck, bunny. So wet f’me. Am I making you feel good?” He murmurs, big indigo eyes looking up at you. Even through spats of dominance, glimpses of your Tamaki shine through. You nod at his words, tears beginning to build in your lash line, “Yeah, gonna cum f’ you, Tama. Gonna-” The words escape you as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent scream. He works you through it, reaching a hand down to rub your clit and nibbling around your claiming mark. He slowly pulls out, easing you down as you relax. He pulls his hand from you before putting his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of your combined flavor.

“You always taste so good for me, bunny.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You look up at him with a dopey smile before you feel what seems like suction cups on your thighs. You look to see Tamaki’s fingers have turned into tentacles before looking back at him.

“Mind if I have more?”

— —

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[champagnecherryblossom]

• Fragrance and Frenzy: His Weakness, Her Effect •

Pairing | jeongin x fem!reader

Word Count | 1,716

Summary | Having bought new Bath & Body Works products sends your man into a frenzy. Or having sent you into your own frenzy.

Warnings | none idol au, fem!reader, dom!jeongin, masturbating, edging, somewhat rough sex(?), teasing(?), raw penetration(wrap it up), pet names(?).

A/N - ok maybe I let my mind run with this one (it’s currently 2 in the morning)… but just imagine, jeongin coming home from a long day of work and he sees you touching yourself?!

Having bought the seasonal body spray, lotion and shower gel has been the best purchase you’ve made. Sure you’ll have to wait a year but it was worth it.

Taking the products out of the box they came in, you placed the body spray and lotion on your shelf with the rest of your Bath & Body Works products. You knew you’ll get an ear full from your boyfriend, but that didn’t matter- not now that is.

Rushing off to the bathroom you happily got your belongings ready before finally stepping into the shower, the warm water falls over your body. Goosebumps slowly appearing before you began your shower routine.

The scent of your shower gel fills the bathroom, it was nostalgic and matched with the season- Warm Vanilla Sugar. Oh how much this smell hits home, lathering the shower gel against your skin. You wash yourself, it wasn’t long until you needed to clean between your legs. Taking the wash cloth after rinsing your body, you cleaned between your plush folds.

Gentle strokes from front to back, you made sure you were clean. But what took you by slight surprise was how sensitive you felt, it sent a wave of arousal through you. Biting your bottom lip, you finished up. The feeling of your horniness didn’t leave, it slowly built up as you dried and changed into evening clothes.

Distracting your mind, you remembered your body lotion. Taking it off your dresser, you opened it and squeezed some onto your hands before rubbing it over your thighs and down your legs. You massage it into your skin, the fragrance filling the room. You moved onto your arms doing the same as you did with your legs, you felt relaxed and at peace.

Getting into bed, you laid comfortable. Your thighs rub against each other, the slight ache between your legs becoming unbearable.

“I just showered…” You whispered, your hand slowly roaming down to the rim of your shorts. Hesitating for a second, you cupped your mound. The heat of your arousal noticeable, I mean how could you not know? It was coursing through your body.

Pressing a bit of pressure onto your mound, you gasp. Your hips bucking upward as you tried to get friction from your own hand. Slowly rubbing, you found your clit. It was hard with need. Spreading your legs, you moan. The feeling making you even more needy.

“Fuck…” You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to feel yourself. To see how wet you were already. So without a second thought, you took off your shorts and panties. The cool air in the room hitting against you slicked folds.

“Oh god… fuck.” You softly moaned.

Before you could even touch yourself, a gasp was heard along with a thud of a bag falling onto the floor. Looking up, you see your boyfriend.

“Jeongin…” You whispered, your legs closing instantly as you sat up.

Jeongin was completely at a shock, his eyes never leaving your lower half. His nose flared at the new fragrance that filled the room, it wasn’t the usual Champagne Toast he was used to smelling. No it was different, one that he knew was new.

“New?” His question simple but straight to the point, forgetting his bag. Jeongin made his way to the bed, his knee pressed against the edge as he slowly crawled up towards you.

You swallowed dryly but nodded, your eyes locked onto Jeongin’s own. Seeing the lust that slowly grew you knew that you’d need another shower.

“Yeah… a new set from Bath & Body Works.” You admitted, you could never lie to Jeongin. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t and Jeongin was very aware of this.

“You still have plenty that you haven’t used in a while, you don’t need anymore.” His voice was low and husky, the sound went straight to your core.

“Lay down, baby.” Jeongin commanded. You took notice of the tone in his voice and laid down, your legs still closed. Jeongin smirked as he spread your legs with ease, he laid on his stomach just close enough to your core.

“We talked about this.” Jeongin added, you knew what he was talking about. You couldn’t help but buy at least one thing from that store. In your words it was a ‘must have’.

“I know…” A tsk came from Jeongin’s mouth before his lips gently placed kisses along your inner thighs, the feeling sent shivers down your spine.

Finding yourself even more aroused, a gush of slick came leaking out of your entrance. The sight going unnoticed by Jeongin, he groaned before nipping at your thigh. Flinching, you let out a shaky breath.

“Don’t tease me… please.” You warned, though it did nothing but make Jeongin chuckle.

“I’m not teasing, love. I’m just taking my time.” He chuckled. Whining you looked up and down at Jeongin, a slight frown on your face. Jeongin couldn’t help but give in.

“Fine, I’ll give you want you want.” He rolled his before he went further between your legs.

Laying the base of his tongue against your folds, Jeongin licked up as he lapped up your slick. Shivering you moaned, the sound almost like a whine. Groaning, Jeongin continued lapping up your slick before he brought his two fingers between your folds and spreading. The heat of your lips made Jeongin groan.

“Fuck baby. How long have you been bothered for?” He looked up at you, his two fingers slipping into your hole as he began to finger you. He started off slowly as he massaged your walls before he picked up pace, he left no space for you to answer.

He watched how you fell apart with just his fingers, he knew how much of a sucker you were for his long slim fingers. How you always seemed to stare at them at random times of the day, he enjoyed. He loved the effect he had on you.

Curling his fingers he hit your g-spot, pumping in and out at a rapid pace. You arched your back, your hands gripping the bed sheets as you let out a cry of pleasure.

“Jeongin… faster…” You softly begged for him to finger you faster, your hips rolled up against his fingers. It was like you were trying to fuck yourself against his hand.

With a smirk, he added a third finger adding to your pleasure. Pumping fast prior your request, Jeongin got up onto his knees. His movements never stopping nor leaving your hole, without warning he removed one finger before rapidly hitting your g-spot. Moaning, your toes curled, hands in fist against the bed sheet and back arched off the bed. His movements never stopped, he was determined to make you cum.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” Jeongin sweetly said as he stopped suddenly. You whine as you looked at him.

“Why’d you stop?” You pant.

“Oh, did I forget to tell you? How silly of me, I wasn’t going to make it easy for you to cum.” He smirked, you should have known. It was a Jeongin thing to do, to leave you begging even when you desperately needed a release.

Pulling his fingers out, Jeongin began to rub your clit. Slow teasing rubs as he gradually pick up pace, his rubs made you moan again. Back arched and head thrown against the mattress. It wasn’t long until his rubs were fast against the needy bud, his eyes never leaving his doing.

Just as you were about to cum, he stopped again. This went on until you were at your fourth denial. You were a panting, whining and sweating mess all the while Jeongin smirked and groaned at your denied and needy cunt.

“Look at you, my denied, needy girlfriend.” Jeongin cooed before he unbuckled his belt and pants, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. Jeongin erection sprung free. Like his hands, Jeongin’s cock was long, veiny with a slight curve to his length. Biting your lip, you couldn’t wait for him to bury his length inside you. You could practically feel it.

“Condom?” You froze but shake your head, you had forgotten the big more from the last time you and Jeongin had gotten intimate.

“I forgot to buy more…” You said feeling disappointed, you didn’t want to stop because you guys were condomless. You needed him to fuck you, to rearrange your insides.

“Ah fuck it.” Jeongin groaned as he slammed into you, his thrust rough and unforgiving as he placed you into a mating press. Gasping in surprise you looked up at him as he buried himself balls deep.

“I hope your pull game is good.” You moaned as the pleasure took over, having doing it raw was a different sensation. One that you knew both of you would want to do again in the future.

“Of course.” He smirked, his face having a menacing expression. You whined as you knew right then and there that his pull out game was none existent.

“Fuck you, Jeongin.” You moaned out. Flipping positions, Jeongin laid on his back as you sat on top of him. His cock still deep inside you.

“Anytime, baby.” Jeongin smirked as he thrusts up until you took the notion and began to ride him.

You guys were close to your own climax, having been edged four times and having watched with hungry eyes. You guys were both awaiting the orgasm you guys craved.

“Come on, baby. I know you can do better.” Jeongin urged as he thrusts up again, meeting your own. You moaned as you rolled your hips, your walls clenching around his shaft. This sent jeongin over the edge as he came, you whined as you rode him even more. Rubbing your clit with each thrust you made, you finally came.

Collapsing on top of Jeongin, you pant. His arms coming to wrap around your body, he rubbed soothing circles against your back.

“I like this fragrance better than the last.” Jeongin chuckled. You rolled your eyes before sitting up, his cock semi-hard. A smirk played across your lips and Jeongin knew what you wanted.

“Are you sure?” You nodded. Shaking his head Jeongin chuckled.

“Only if you use up all the other Bath & Body whatever products up.”

[diejager]

Hello this would be the very first time id make a request if you still take them. Omegaverse taskforce 141 with an isekai reader who could pass as a bèta with a twist, if you heard about the pheromone perfume then yeah. Reader as a beta but snells like an omega🙂

🐼anon

Cw: pheromone perfume, omegaverse, spy, inaccurate facts, tell me if I missed any.

For something you’d once thought fictional, an imaginary creation to spend one’s time on and lose themselves when they wanted to escape the hardships of their world, it was scarily realistic. You were a fan, someone who’d followed the franchises from it’s earliest days to the most recent - and unsightingly disappointing - installment of a remake of a remastered version of a game you played as a kid. You’d even dreamed of it being a reality, living the lives and adventures besides the men and women in Modern Warfare and even Ghosts and Black Ops despite knowing that their universe was a mirror of your own, simply built and reconstructed differently than the one you were born in. 

It was a fantasy, even your strange interest in works tagged with omegaverse. To see a big man like Ghost shudder and kneel for another, to see Gaz being tenderly dominating and affectionate, to see Price reluctantly soft and grumpy, and to see Soap teasingly sly and mischievously headstrong. Sometimes, they would draw one as an omega and the other as an alpha, or as an beta and alpha couple. It was a whole roller coaster of emotions and intrigue, but a fantasy all the same.

And yet… and yet, here you were, in a body that was and wasn’t your own. It was a carbon copy of yours, but you weren’t you in it, like wearing a mask or another’s skin. That’s how you felt, especially with the scars that painted your skin like a stray sky and tense muscles that felt too hard to be fake. Perhaps it was the sudden sensitivity of your nose, the cloying in your mind and annoyance that suddenly filled you. Or perhaps it was the clean and elegant clothes you wore, a harsh dichotomy to the dark gear the others beside you wore, vests and padded body suits, weapons latched to their hips, chests, thighs and even in their hands, and the hard and cold gleam in their eyes, hidden under the darkness of the vehicle you rode. 

Any confusion you once had was washed away when time seemed to stall, the world blurring as clear and loud words were spoken in your mind. Instructions, you understood, guidance towards your goal and advice to complete it. It was a ball, you were sent to conclude a transaction under… Kate Laswell’s order, a favour you had agreed to do for her as someone who worked in intelligence and assasinations rather than brawn and breaches. She’d called you a silent killer, neither a mercenary nor an employee, you were a panther in stalk, an owl in flight, deathly silent and tenaciously lethal.

It seemed like an out-of-body experience. You were somehow a spectator to your body, and somehow the master of it. Every act was practiced, ever word spoken with a charming smile and every smile particularly persuasive. It was so simple —so easy. With their emotions flashing in your face through smell alone, your nose twitching at the scent of arousal and pleasure, the flattered and the excited. They were so - too - easy to read and control, to have them curled around your finger like fine silk. You chalked their attraction towards you to your charms and the smell that clung to your skin, a sweetness that made both men and women turn their heads to gaze at you for a lick f your scent. Pheromones. An omega’s pheromones mixed with sweet perfume. 

It helped, truly, making your work vastly easier than you’d once thought. It eased the nerve and anxiety that brewed inside of you, having done nothing but speak out loud the words that popped in your head and act out the motions that were advised to you. Your brain - mind or conscience - was a machine, a computer giving out orders and guiding you through this without any trouble. That, you were thankful for, you would have been a mess of tears and panic if not for it. It made you work quick and efficient.

And you were out within the hour, striding across the street and down the corner, walking as if you weren’t in a hurry or on a mission, nothing better than hiding in plain sight —the best of hiding spots. Within the minutes, down a few streets, turning left and right, walking circles to make sure you weren’t followed, you crossed the threshold of a textile shop, nodding at the lady working at the counter and headed to the back rooms, the employees only rooms. There, you met four men huddled around a table with Laswell at the head, all familiar figures you once fantasied about. 

“An omega?” Price sounded much deeper in person, his done low and somehow soft despite the rasp that smoking caused. 

“Beta,” you corrected, your name following as a greeting, a beast greeting another beast, head bowed in respect and acknowledgment that they returned. 

“You don’t smell it.”

It was curt and to the point, nothing you hadn’t expected from Ghost.

“Pheromone perfume,” you grinned, patting your pocket, “Neat trick, hmm?”

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[iloveinej]

Unquenchable

Theodore Nott x reader

Catagory: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Handjob, dom!reader, they're in looove

Summary: Theodore and her venture down a path they'd never stepped upon. Because of Theodore's insatiable desire and her new night dress.

Words: 3,7k

AN: I have nothing to say. Enjoy.

She could feel his eyes on her, even if he tried to hide them by reading the book resting between his fingers. She didn't know why he was so inclined to always have his eyes on her. Especially when she was only brushing her teeth, lather covering her lips and running down her chin. She didn't look attractive at all.

But what she didn't realize was that the silky, skintight nightgown she wore gave Theodore the perfect view of the behind of her thighs. And the fabric ended right below her behind, teasing Theodore's poor old heart to death.

It was the first she had ever worn something so revealing, especially in front of him. Usually, she buried herself in her brother's old clothes and rags, finding them to be the most comfortable clothing.

And not that she didn't look dashing in those, but this was new territory for Theodore, and he wasn't taking it very well.

His heart was increasingly picking up speed and the apples of his cheeks were burning with either shame or lust, which one he didn't know. He was lucky that the duvet was covering the lower part of his body, otherwise, his desire would be much harder to hide than it already was.

(Name) threw a last, suspicious glance in Theodore's way, noticing his clenched jaw, before leaning over the tap and spitting the remains of the toothpaste out before washing it off her lips. Then she sauntered out of the bathroom, closing the door and absentmindedly rubbing her eye out of exhaustion.

Theodore's eyes were glued to her face as she floated around the room, blowing out the warm candles that were scattered on her many shelves and drawers, slowly inciting the room into a solace of darkness. The only thing helping her see being the last candle on the nightstand, which she waited to blow out.

Instead, she lifted her side of the duvet and crawled under, glowing at the warmth it provided. As an extra procedure turned over to Theodore and efficiently latched onto his bare side, her arm hugging around his torso and her head being buried in between his neck and shoulder.

It wasn't often that they got a chance to be with each other during the night times because of Hogwarts rules and the partition between the boys, girls, and different houses. This is why these moments are always highly appreciated, no matter where, how, or when.

Her nose, lips, and forehead rest comfortably on his pulse point, ears perking at every beat of his heart and bathing in the comfort of being so close to him. She doesn't think about how fast it is beating, or how Theodore's breathing is slightly uneven. Before, when she lay down, she didn't notice how he directed her legs when she wrapped herself around him so that she wouldn't accidentally grace his, at the moment, very sensitive area.

"Are you done reading soon?" She asked, his skin muffling her words and the air tickling his neck. And he raised his arm which he formerly circled her and stroked her hair back, his eyes stuck on the pages. "Only two pages left. Then I'm all yours."

A girlish smile lit up her face and she buried herself even deeper into his neck, not letting Theodore see how easily he made her insides melt and her face heat.

And as promised, after reading the last two pages of the chapter, he closed the book and put it on the floor. And (Name) took the honor of leaving his side and blowing out the last candles, this time letting the room be cast in a shadow.

Theodore eyes were glued on the back of her body as she leaned forwards, and painfully remembered the hard piece of trouble that throbbed between his legs. Before, when she was pushed up against him and his eyes actually could focus on the words in his book, he had forgotten how turned on he was. But it seemed everything she did right now made his pent-up mind turn to the less innocent part of his brain.

(Name) stopped all her movements when a large palm placed itself between her shoulder blades and gently pressed. Not to push her, but to feel her skin, how her muscles moved beneath his hand. The hand travels from its place in the middle of her back, up to her neck. Her arms gained goosebumps when Theodore cupped her neck between his fingers and thumb, fingertips almost reaching to her throat.

A sigh of delight is all she can muster when he rubs circles into her neck, carefully turning her head towards him. His black pupils had taken over his iris, only leaving a rim of his brown-stained, lust-blown eyes. Those eyes were something unfamiliar, something (Name) had never seen before. Not even in their most passionate moments, which to his dismay had only been the hidden snogging in the corner of the school library where she could guarantee that none of her siblings were watching.

The hand behind her neck traveled to her shoulder, and she swallowed when he gently pushed her down into the pillows. And she held her breath and watched with bug eyes as he crawled on top of her, positioning himself between her legs, and laying his arms on either side of her face to keep his body from crushing her.

And he stared at her, intense eyes locking with hers as if they were trying to tell her something, to imply something. And she didn't understand, but the tension in the air made her crazy and she longed to snap it like a twig between her fingers.

She let her hand travel from her side, up to the back of his delicate neck. She mimicked the hold he had on her before, and gently pushed him closer so that she could claim his lips with her own

Warmth and relief spread like wildfire in her stomach when Theodore returned her kiss with more eagerness and power than she had ever seen him do before. A sigh of delight escaped her nose, and she basked in the love Theodore provided for her every day, every minute to every second.

Her arms encircled his neck, and she slowly pulled him closer, letting him rest all his weight on her body. He moaned airily into her mouth, and (Name) saw it as an opportunity to let her tongue invade his mouth. She could feel how he melted against her body as she took control, forcing the kiss to become deeper, more sensual as she massaged his tongue with hers.

Theodore didn't know what to do with himself, for he had never experienced someone taking such control over him. Both body and mind were completely devoted to her and he had no longer any wish to think for himself, only to let her lead him through.

Slowly but surely, she slowed the kiss down, and Theodore found himself frowning when she disconnected their lips entirely. Spit collected on her bottom lip and without breaking their intimate eye contact, he leaned down and sucked the liquid off her lip. A sweet, closed-mouth moan echoed in her throat and Theodore felt how his hardness throbbed in his boxers.

"If you only could understand how absurdly amazing you make me feel." He mumbled with lidded eyes.

Her chest was heaving against his bare one, and she looked at him as if he was the reason for all the good in the world and all the good in her life. His skin erupted in flames and he, once again, leaned down although this time connecting his lips with the column of her throat.

A hand buried itself in her locks and she had no choice but to close her eyes as his lips traveled along her neck, at first only planting innocent pecks, letting his rosy lips leave invisible prints on her skin. Before he found the point right under her jaw and sucked.

"Oh, Theo." She simpered as he sucked, licked, and kissed the space, abusing it as a way of showing his love.

Her words made his hand tighten in her hair, and whilst she loved the attention she was receiving, she wanted to have more control. Theodore needed to be the princess for once. The one who would just stand there and accept the kisses and love. So she slowly enclosed her legs around his hips, squeezing him with her thighs as her hand traveled to his hair.

"You're always so good to me, taking care of me. And I love you so, so much." He sighed shakily into her neck, both because of the praise and also because of his crotch that was now pressed up against hers, and he needed almost all of his control to not grind into her and provide to his inextinguishable thirst for her.

"You own me, you own my body and you're the only thing on my mind." Theodore sucked harder on her neck, teeth grazing the blue area.

"And I own you, Theodore." And it was his downfall. He couldn't help himself but let his hips grind into hers and he grunted at the immense pleasure that spread along his stomach. And after that, he couldn't stop. Like he had been cursed, he continued to push himself against her, a secret fantasy of being inside of her, feeling her walls around his cock pushing him to continue.

"Please." He begged." Please let me make love to you." She almost choked on her tongue at his confession, and that accompanied by the pressure of Theodore's hips grinding into her made her mind foggy.

"I would to have you." A breath got caught in her throat as pressure once more ripped through her body. "But I don't want our first to be in the same house as my parents." The movement of his body came to a slow halt, trying to control himself and respect her wishes. A few playfully pecs were placed on her collarbones and a giggle escaped her lips at the tickling of his lips.

He pulled away from her body and met her eyes, intense gaze making her confidence waver and her body heat soar. Just for a moment, she contemplated to let him have her right in her childhood bed. To let him have his way with her. But with the ounce of self-control left in her body, she stayed in her decision with the knowledge it could bring more problems than pleasure. For him, her, and the rest of the family.

A hard kiss on her lips broke her out of the daze, and Theodore gently rolled off her body, settling at her side with him facing her.

"You sure it's alright?" She asked lightly, fingers tracing the shape of his nose. Her eyes did discreetly look down his body lightly gesturing to his crotch. With fingers under her chin, he lifted her face to his again, this time placing a lighter pec on her forehead.

"I'm sure, I'm here with you that's all I need. Nothing more."

"Are sure? Otherwise, you can-"

"I'm sure, never been more sure." With a gentle smile on her lips, she nodded, eyes fluttering shut when Theodore continued with her previous movements, fingers tracing her nose. "Go to sleep."

But she couldn't sleep. It was impossible. Butterflies were racing against her inner organs, in her belly and other places she had never felt the tickling feeling in. Her entire body was buzzing. Just the thought of her making the boy next to her so troubled, in a good way, was thrilling. Because he's Theodore, the attractive, brilliant, and kind Slytherin who everyone wanted to be or to be with. And he chooses her.

The boy next to her shuffled in the bed, body turning so his back faced her. She played as still as possible so he wouldn't notice her being awake, or to wake him for that matter.

But just when she was sure he was sound asleep, he sat up in the bed, throwing his legs over the edge and her heart beat in worry when his head hung lowly into his hands. She was about to lay a comforting hand on his back but he stood up before she had the time.

"Theo?" She asked and he turned around, startled by her voice. "You okay?"

A smile lit his face and he kneeled before her, kissing her lips quickly. "Just going to the bathroom." Even though her room was dark, the moonlight revealed an unmistakable redness on the apples of his cheeks and she looked down to see his problem still present, and once again her body erupted in a buzz.

Before he could walk away, she grabbed his hand, stopping him. He looked at her with a question in his eyes, and she looked away in shyness.

"I can- I can help you if you want?" Her big eyes raked over his face, waiting for an answer while his face displayed a handful of different emotions.

"You don't have to, I don't want to force you." She flushed at his gentleness, but couldn't dismiss the new, lustful edge in his voice.

"I want to help you. Alright? I want you." When he didn't say anything, she tugged his hand towards her, enough so one of his knees met the mattress.

"Do you want me too?" Her voice took a change and her eyes searched in his. As an answer, Theodore grabbed her throat and pulled her into a searing kiss, tongue licking over her lips when he pulled away.

"I want you to, need you, truly." And he was about to go into a second kiss, but she stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Good. But on one condition." He listened idly, lips kissing on the pad of her finger. "You have to be quiet, at all cost. You can't make a sound, if you do I'll have to stop."

She gently positioned him on his back, brain going ten miles on hour at the newfound confidence, at the newfound domination. He nodded slowly and his eyes were hooded with the lust of anticipation.

Thedore was a naturally dominant person per se. In their relationship, in his life, and in his friend group. With a hand on her back, he guided her the way he wanted, and with the preeminence in his voice, she found it hard to deny him. But now, with his panting chest and pleading puppy dog eyes, she wondered where Theodore went, without complaining of course.

With shaky hands and Theodore's eyes intently on her, she reached for the edge of his underwear, fingers picking at his waistband. Her knees clenched together when Thedore put both his arms behind his head, face shining with confidence. And in the most loving way possible, a small part of her wanted to break it down.

Slowly, she pulled the underwear down, with the help of Theodore raising his hips. When she laid eyes on his crotch, she swallowed and looked at Theodore, who had his lip in his teeth.

As if he could see her hesitation, he gave her a nod. "It's okay, Lovie, you can touch me."

And in pure curiousness, she let the tips of her fingers run up his length, feeling the warmth emitting from his body. A gasp made way from his mouth and he threw his head into the pillow. In fear of believing she hurt him, she pulled back, hand landing on his thigh.

"Theo? Sorry did I hurt you? I didn't mean to." She stressed, massaging his thigh in comfort. But he only shook his head, trying to slow his increased breath.

"No, no don't stop." His voice cracked pitifully as he pleaded, but she wasn't convinced.

"Theo Im not su-"

"Please for the love of Merlin, touch me. I swear I'm going to explode." The doubt was replaced with fire in her entire body. And she did the same movement again, running her fingers up his length.

Once again, a gasp escaped his lips, and a rare, blissful expression covered his face. His eyebrows scrunched upwards and a small smile on his open mouth.

And she wanted more of this reaction, craved it even. So she continued to run her fingertips up and down, biting her lip to hide her smile at his panting and puffing.

"Come on, love, I know you can do more than that." He didn't. But she could do more. She met his eyes, who were intently, expectantly staring into her. Like he was daring her. Holding his eye, she took a loose grip on his cock, doing an experimental stroke.

His eyes snapped to where his body met her hands, and a small, low moan forced itself from his lips. So low she almost missed it, but she's glad she didn't. She forced her thighs together, rocking back and forth as she began to twist her wrist to give Theo relief along with herself.

He only continues to stare at her moving hand, his stomach and thighs flexing with pleasure. And she notices, of course, she does, and lets her free land on the place connecting his pelvis and thigh, slowly massaging it to get him relaxed. It does quite the opposite.

He throws his head back, straight into the pillow. "Fuck." He whispers as one of his hands clenches around the sheet.

Without even meaning to, she speeds up her hand movements, her body reacting automatically to his pleasure. And he bucks into her hand at the new feeling, a groan, louder than before resonated pleasantly in her ear.

"Merlin, shit what the fuck are you doing to me." He moaned desperately, taking satisfaction in her warm palm, in the intense feeling in his pelvis and length. In his entire body. It was like he was high.

She giggled lightly, bashfully continuing her stroking without a notion of how the sound affected him.

An idea formed in her head, a memory of a knowledge Theo himself revealed not long ago at all. She took her other hand, which was stroking his thigh, and gripped it above the hand on his lenght, and let her thumb run over his tip, using a little pressure

And Theodore let out a moan, a borderline whine. And it didn't stop.

She continued the abuse on his tip, along with rapid strokes of his length, and different types of whines, groans and moans left him, one after one. And they were loud, too loud.

"Shhh, Theo you need to quiet down." Deep down she knew he wouldn't, especially with her continued stimulation of his cock.

"Can't- Fuck. I can't, I can't." He cried head tilted down to take a peek at her hands. Bad Idea as his length throbbed in her hands, sending him into a new fit of moans.

So she stopped. Only as an attempt to quiet him.

But it left him unsatisfied and searching for stimulation, violently continuing to buck his hips for any kind of friction, sounds of complaint echoing in the room.

"Theo you said you could be quiet, so be quiet!" She whisper-yelled desperately, pushing his hips to still with one of her hands. But he just couldn't be quiet.

Now, he was instead whining over the lack of stimulation, thrashing his head from side to side at the lost feeling.

"Theo for the love of good shut up." At the sudden stern tone, he shut his mouth and turned to her, big puppy dog eyes staring at her with admiration.

They sat quietly as she listened after a single sound. But luckily, there was none. And she could let her shoulders relax.

"Good job Theo." She smiled, and pecked his lips, him chasing after her when she sat straight again.

The pace of her hands picked up again, and Theodore tried his utmost to keep his sounds down. But it was so difficult.

And he thought he would be able to hold himself quiet until her hands sped up greatly.

She watched with awe in her eyes as his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips vigorously meeting her wrist as he fucked her hand, moans of her name and whined curses fleeing his pink lips.

"Fuck. I th-think." His head arched into the mattress, interrupting his sentence with a moan. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-im-" She panicked as his voice took a turn for the loudest, and without thinking she slapped her hand over his mouth, although with a force that pushed his head further into the pillow.

His entire body twitched violently at the harsh gesture, and his eyelashes fluttered when white-hot pleasure overtook his entire life.

Without meaning to, he threw his hand over the one covering his mouth, gripping it tight as the other squeezed her thigh in a bruising grip. And he came with a long, guttural moan, straight into her hand as she continued to stroke him through his high. And she didn't stop, not until his body had stopped convulsing completely.

When he was done, his chest was heaving as he chipped for air, and she placed a concerned and clean hand on his chest, rubbing it slowly.

"You need to slow your breathing, don't need you to faint on me after that." He nodded lightly, head too heavy for anything else. He took her hand and bullied his breathing to a normal pace, even if it burned his lungs.

He forced his eyelids open, and her body, once again, flushed at the half-lidded look he gave her. As if she hung the moon and stars for him.

But, what he didn't know was she had a last trick up her sleeve. She raised her dirty hand to his lips and slowly and carefully licked every bit of him left on her hand.

Theodore let out a small gasp, and his handanded on her thigh massaging it to the erotic picture, fighting another hard-on with his life.

She leaned down and was about to connect her tongue to his lower abdomen, ready to lick the cum of his godly body. But she only had time to graze him before he took her cheeks in his hands, squeezing them while lifting her head in distress

"No no no!" He stressed, and she started at him with, big, questioning eyes." Fuck. I love you, but you're gonna get yourself another piece of trouble if I let you continue." A laugh of surprise jumped in her chest, looking down at her lap, her body warm and humble.

"Youre seriously amazing, you know that right." He breathed out, a smile in his voice. And a chuckle bumbled in her throat, head hazy with bliss.

She kissed his palm. "And I love you, lovie."

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So... That happened

[lostatsea-blog]

Unexpected Setbacks

Mature Themes

18+

Alexia x Reader

Alexia's injury is not healing the way she planned it and reader has to find a way to comfort her

Alexia is still tense the whole drive home and that tension remains even after you are home. You have been fortunate to never experience the severity of injury that Alexia has been facing and so you feel a little out of your depth. You know a bath always helps, so while she is distracted you run the bath; filling it with bubbles and scents you know she likes. You wonder out into the living room and before you reach her, you can see the tear tracks that line her face. Despite the events of yesterday your heart aches for the pain she is in and it aches more because you don’t know how to take it away. You take her hand in yours and she startles at the contact. Without saying a word, you guide her towards the bathroom and she gasps softly when she sees the bath, candles and hot drink on the side next to it (it would have been a glass of wine but you don’t drink mid-season). Gently you begin to help her remove her clothes and you are startled by her shyness; she holds her arms like she is trying to shield her body from you. You place gentle kisses against her face whispering how beautiful she is and how much you love her. Once she is naked, you help her into the bath. You place one last gentle kiss to the top of her head and are about to leave when she grabs your hand

“Stay?” a single word request but you know there is no question of what your response will be. You are about to sit down besides the tub when she motions behind her and you don’t think you have ever removed your clothes so quick. You settle behind her in the steaming tub and no sooner have your arms wrapped around her, the damn breaks and heart wrenching sobs leave her body. You have been here before and you know that any words will fall on deaf ears, so you say nothing. Instead, you start to hum a gentle song and wrap your arms tighter around her wishing you had the power to take her pain away. You have a plan in your head, but that will have to wait for tomorrow. Right now, you continue to hold her tight while you gently wash her body hating the tremble you feel with every sob. Slowly, she starts to relax allowing herself to lean into you. In these moments of vulnerability, Alexia craves intimacy but you know after what happened last night, she won’t seek it out. You know you will have to be the one to initiate it. You settle her back against your front so that she is between your legs and slowly trace your fingers down her arm and over her hand allowing your fingers to tangle before moving back up her arm. You see the goosebumps that prickle her skin and feel the shiver in her body that has nothing to do with being cold. You place gentle kisses to the base of her neck while your hand continues to work drawing out soft sighs from your girlfriend. Feeling emboldened, on the next downward stroke you continue onto her thigh before stroking up grazing her sensitive area but not fully touching. Another shiver runs through her body. Your hand moves onto her toned stomach and continues its gentle stroke up, moving  over the side of her breast and gently grazing a nipple. Alexia does not attempt to stop the gentle moan that leaves her lips or the louder one that escapes when your hand reaches her throat and gently squeezes. Tonight will not be rough but that small move does wonders to Alexia and you love the gasp she lets out.

“I’ve got you my beautiful girl and I am going to take care of you” you whisper in her ear. You feel her body go limp and you know she is submitting to you. This time you trail both hands along her collarbones and down towards her breasts; cupping them both gently before running your thumbs over her nipples. Your mouth is still busy working on her neck but you can both see and feel her clench her thighs together. While your left hand continues to play with her nipple, your right hand makes a slow journey south trailing over the hard muscles of her stomach and dipping down below the water. Your finger barely grazes her clit when her legs come together trapping your hand. You can’t help but let out a giggle at her eagerness. While you would love to drag this out, you know that tonight is not about that; it is about comfort. With your left hand still teasing her nipple you dip down further meeting a wetness that has nothing to do with the bath water and for the first time you let out your own moan. It always amazes you how wet she gets for you. There is no resistance as you slip two fingers inside but you feel Alexia grind down pulling your fingers deeper. Your left hand now moves to her right breast so that you can hold her against you and still give her the stimulation she wants. At the same time, you start a gentle rhythm between her legs making sure each gentle thrust is also accompanied by a gentle swirling of your thumb on her clit. You can feel her tension melting away as her pleasure increases and she grinds quicker against your hand. This is not the loud, rough frantic sex the two of you are used to; this is filled with love and comfort. Her moans are barely audible but each one sends shivers down your spine. You can feel the tension building in her body with each thrust of your fingers and know it won’t be long before she comes. You whisper gently in her ear how beautiful she is, how strong she is and how much you love her and you word seem to have as big of an impact as your fingers. The movement of her hips becomes more frantic as she nears her release. Instinctively you pull her closer to your body trapping her to you as your hand gives the final thrusts needed to send her over the edge. She comes with the softest moan you have ever heard but the clenching around your fingers reassures you that she has reached her peak. After the moment passes, her body falls limp around you and she grabs your arm keeping it where it has been holding her across her chest. She tip her head up so that her nose in buried in the side of your neck and she places a gentle kiss

“gràcies amor meu”

You know there is a long way to go but for now she is calm and you know she will rest tonight.

[blissfullyecho]

A Very Niche Level-Up + Looksmaxxing Idea List for 2025

This list is for the girls that get it. It’s niche and not for everyone, but I’m throwing up at the fact that every “how to level up in 2025” post talks about journaling sad pages 24/7, drinking 8 cups of water a day, and walking 10k steps. How original.

Again, this is a very niche set of ideas. If you can’t relate then you can’t relate. But if you enjoy a good plastic surgery post and luxe lifestyle, maybe you will :)

1. Upgrade your car. We’re getting the Lexus’, the BMW’s, the Mercedes, the Jag’s, etc.

2. Upgrade your home. We’re living in high rises, we’re living in coastal areas, we’re living up in the mountains, we’re living where Amazon can drop our package off and we don’t have to worry about a porch pirate; we’re living in nice areas and in nice units/homes.

3. Breast augmentation.

4. Rhinoplasty.

5. Medical grade skincare.

6. Fresh, organic whole foods; focusing on lean protein, nuts and seeds, mushrooms, onions, leafy greens, pro/prebiotics, sea moss gel, etc.

7. Russian manicures and pedicures or a good acrylic set. Dip powder had its thing for a while but I’m not going to dip my nail in a powder everyone else dipped their nails. I bet they don’t even wash their hands and if they did, they prob didn’t even use soap.

8. Laser hair removal. Everywhere. If you want a design down there that’s cool, but you literally use the bathroom and it drips in the hair. “Oh but I use a wipe”. Okay, next time you need to wash your hair.. don’t use shampoo. Use a wipe. Invest in a bidet but still, hair shouldn’t be in your 🍑 or near the sensitive areas of your 🦋 the top is fine but if you have a period, pee, or “the other thing”, hair should be no where near those areas.

9. Lip filler. Everyone can benefit. Ask for a pout that sticks out a little bit. I don’t suggest a lip flip, I couldn’t do anything with a lip flip and it was driving me nuts.

10. Fake tan. Sunlight is fine but a spray tan just makes you look a million times better. Every skin tone and every race benefits from a spray tan. Trust.

11. Muscle definition. Muscle looks so much better than fat AND bones. You want muscle. Did you see how Bella Hadid had her foot on our necks at the VS fashion show this year? I was sickkkkkk.

12. Long hair. But if you have a face shape like Hailey Beiber, short hair looks better.

13. Makeup. Remember water-based products and oil-based products don’t mix, so make sure you choose your products wisely so your makeup doesn’t separate and you look a mess.

14. A better paying job. I left my hospital job and now I work in luxury real estate and international yacht sales.

15. Red light therapy for face and body. I have a body red light therapy dome that I got online for around $3,000 (USD) and it’s life. The one I have for the face is from Sephora and I spent like $400-$500 on that one. Whatever it says on the website.

16. Lashes. If you’re a pro at strip lashes, then yes. But I get my lashes done. Do not go crazy. Natural lashes are in so I ask for a classic whispy set focused for thickening my lash line and NOT for length.

17. Morpheus8 for skin tightening. I used it on my inner thighs and it literally saved my life

18. Lipo. If you’re a good candidate, get it. Sometimes belly pooch is hard to lose. I don’t have a pooch but I’m sure when I have kids I will.

19. Vampire facials. I can confidently say my best facials were vampire facials. My med spa charges around $950 for each facial

20. People can tell you’re wearing Shein. Their clothes are cute online but I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, they never look flattering in person when they’re being worn. People can see the loose thread and the see-through material. They also don’t fit anyone well and makes a lot of you look square. You get what you pay for in clothing. Learn about the basics of clothing and you’ll quickly only buy quality.

Yeah this list isn’t meant for everyone, but walking 10,000 steps isn’t going to take you to the next level. Neither is drinking water. They’re good habits, but they’re not going to level you up. And yeah I understand my list requires having money, but this is literally what my blog is about.

My 2025 Mindset Level Up book is here!