#like I look like I’ve been showered in oil after a work out

[lunar-racing]

Guys I’m obsessed with his hair

↳ NICO HISCHIER OFF-SEASON WORKOUT IN ZURICH | 8.9.23

[pixiesholloworld]

You know you’re in serious trouble now. You promised your boyfriend you’d let him go down on you tonight. Though no one is obligated to have sex, you’ve chickened out so many times that it's become a pain that you personally want to get over. You’ve been dating for the first few months of college, meeting him at orientation and falling for him harder every time you saw him. He promised you two could start things slow being that you were a complete virgin (him being your first boyfriend), he told you there was no pressure and no matter how many times your nerves took over, he’d be understanding of it…but that didn’t stop you from wanting to jump headfirst into sex with him. 

You immediately ran to the first and only friend you made all year, Suguru. He was a 3rd year and had just the right amount of patience to put up with you and your silly antics. You figured that since he was older, he must’ve had his fair share of women. I mean, come on, it’s not like he was ugly?? When you asked him to go to the mall with you to pick some things out, his slender face painted an amused smirk. You threatened to not have him go with you if he was going to take you as a joke, but he assured you he wasn't he just thought it was: 

“Cute”

You turn a blind eye to his clear mocking of you and sat shotgun in his car. Upon arriving, you two went store to store (Suguru holding all the bags, of course). You went from Victoria’s Secret to Bath & Body Works, trying to pick out the right lingerie, the right perfume, and the right body scrub. You wanted everything to go over smoothly tonight, it helped that Suguru was right there picking out which scent would smell best on you, if it fit your face, etc. You’d like to think he enjoyed helping you in this way after all, who knows you better than your best friend? 

After spending more money than you probably should’ve, he drove you home to your apartment. You made him sit and wait for you on your bed while you showered, decorating your shower walls with the different products you had bought earlier in the day. Using each one in the order it was supposed to be used, feeling how the wet metal stick glides across your legs and in between the creases your body makes. 

After getting out of the shower, you find beads of water effortlessly dripping down your now hairless skin. The sight of it excites you a bit. You decided to hurry and dry off, quickly applying lotion and little blots of baby oil to keep your skin soft, throwing on a skimpy tank top, that showed your underboob and pajama shorts. You hurried to your room, plopping down on the bed next to Suguru, who is now lying on his back, toying with his phone. 

“Sooo, how do I smell?" leaning in so he can sniff, he leans in, and his eyes flicker a bit, almost as if he were a vampire smelling fresh blood, but he simply gave you an:

“I’ve smelt better” and carried on with whatever he was doing on his phone.

“I’m serious, Sugie,” you whined, pushing his arm a little. “Do I smell good or not?” He turns to look at you, so you know he is sincere, his over observant eyes switching focus between your lips and eyes.

“You smell good,” he smiled, turning back to his now shut off phone, his eyes hiding something deep inside of him. He puts his phone down and lifts himself up so hes sitting. He places a hand on you, starting down your mid-thigh area, slowly creeping his way to your mid-calf, and back up again. His big, warm hands occasionally gripped at the fat closest to your bare mound. You could feel your body heating up from his sudden touch, and you prayed that he couldn’t tell.

“Soft too.” His head turns so his gaze can meet yours. You smirk and readjust yourself on the bed closer to the headboard, your legs practically inviting him in. He uses this opportunity to adjust himself right on top of your pelvis, his eyes staring at you with a certain ostensible innocence. He grabs onto your unsure hands and has you rub his face, brushing across his plump lips and keeping your hand there for a moment. You can feel him taking in deeper whiffs of your newfound scent. Blood rushes to your face, taking advantage of the moment to part his lips, curious to feel the warmth and wetness that it holds. 

“So do I get a taste or what?” With his hands holding yours closely, you chuckle a little, trying to alleviate the tension. You won't deny that you’re already aroused and curious about how you taste. You find it hard to resist his request, being that he has already smelled and felt you. PLUS, this would be all for your boyfriend’s sake… right? No no, you won’t use any lousy excuses like that, you wanted this.

He slides your shorts and panties off of you to reveal your cunt, the translucent wetness forming webs between your puffs and the clothing. He looks back up at you with a hunger in his eyes. After sliding them all the way off, his head is stuck between your ankles. He begins kissing downward, leaving wet marks and gentle nibbles along the way down to your thighs. Feeling his warm breath tickle your thighs made your tummy swirl, your second heart beating faster than the first. He kisses and squeezes them, making sure you know he's watching your reactions. Your body shutters in response, never having felt this many sensations at once. Not only that, but this is your first time seeing your closest friend as something more. You never had any doubts about Suguru’s capabilities before, but especially now..

He slides his mouth over to your puffy gates, slowly kissing them. You can feel yourself oozing to the brim, watching his eyes dart up to you. His fingers graze over your soft skin, spreading your folds open, as he moves his stiff, wet tongue against your clit. He starts slowly, at first moving in long slow strokes, your body jolts a bit, slowly adjusting to the new feeling. He carefully slips a digit into you, feeling how you squeeze and twitch under his touch. He applies more pressure, moving his tongue rhythmically, and pushing his finger further and further into you. You start to pant and grab the sheets under you. With each stroke he makes, you fall deeper into euphoria, your face burning from the pleasure

“Sugie~” you whined. He moves both of his hands to either side of your hips and holds them down, making sure you feel everything that comes with ‘just a taste’. Your breaths become ragged and out of control, and your back practically levitates off the bed. He swirls himself in deep circles, drool escaping his mouth and drowning your cunt. He tounges you like you’re the sweetest treat he’s ever tasted, his brows furrowed as small groans escape his mouth, the vibrations and hot air adding to your arousal. You leave your mouth agape as the feeling drowns out any sense of the world around you, though it’s short lived as whines and silent moans leave your lips, moving quickly, you cover your mouth.

Suguru makes a disapproving groan against your clit making it beat with anticipation. He reaches up to your arms, sliding his hands down to your wrists. “Pretty girl,” he coos, vibrations still threatening to bring you over the edge. “Keep these down for me, or I’m going to tie you up, ok?” he warned, his voice deepening with lust. You nod and he slowly lets go of your hands, letting your fists bury themselves into the sheets. As he starts up again, this time suckling against your sweet bulb, your eyes shut tightly as you mindlessly attempt to move your hips towards him, your back practically levitates off the bed, begging for the pressure down below to finally release. Forlorn cries bounce off the walls as the familiar sound of sucking and huffing fills your ears, not nearly giving you enough time to breathe. But then he suddenly stops.

"Eyes on me.” You open your eyes and look at him, tears of joy form as he eases in two digits, beckoning a sharp gasp from you. His gaze grows softer shoots shoots you that same knowing smile. Knowing that he’s watching you, he’s touching you, he’s making you feel this way, it brings you over the edge, your tight walls seizing and leaking all over Suguru’s fingers, clutching faster and harder with every thrust. He traces his lips over your stomach back to your beating clit, eyes piercing through your skull, until the pressure building in your stomach finally boils over, appearing in the form of a gushing fountain. Your body tenses up until every last drop seeps out.

You look down at Suguru, who’s licking translucent slick off his fingers, his other hand still squeezing your thigh. “What? Want a taste?” He teases, crawling over your now limp body to position his lips above yours. They fall, lightly dancing against them, his hand finding its way under you and holding you close. His kisses become wider as he inches his tongue against yours, the slight metallic taste fulfilling your senses. 

“You should only taste this way for me, you know?”

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

Rating: Mature

Warning: Vinnie being a munch..oral (fem receiving), reader has some thicc thighs MDNI!!

I repeat MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Category: F/M

Fandom: Vinnie hacker...

Relationships: Vinnie Hacker x black f reader

Summary: Vinnie being a munch before his stream...

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Vinnie’s POV

It’s not often I get the luxury of waking up before her, but when I do, I make the most of it. The early morning light spills through the blinds, casting a soft glow on her smooth brown skin. She’s curled up on her side, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her hair is freshly done—a crown of thick, shiny braids that she got done yesterday. She looks like a goddess.

But that’s not why I’m awake. No, I’ve been staring at her thick thighs peeking out from under the covers for the past five minutes. Those thighs that drive me insane every single time. I swallow hard, knowing I have a full day ahead of me—a 24-hour stream I promised my fans—but before I let the day steal me away from her, I have to make this moment ours.

I shift carefully, peeling the blankets off her without waking her. She stirs, mumbling something incoherent, and I freeze. Once I’m sure she’s still asleep, I get to work, kissing the inside of her thighs and trailing upward.

“Mmm... Vinnie?” Her voice is groggy, but there’s a hint of amusement laced in her tone.

“Morning, baby,” I mumble against her skin.

“Vinnie, what are you—” Her words cut off into a soft gasp as I slide her legs apart gently.

“Just let me take care of you,” I whisper, already lost in her scent, her warmth.

She moans softly, and I swear, it’s the best sound in the world. I take my time, savoring every second, every taste, every reaction. She tries to push my head away at one point, half-heartedly, but I grip her thighs firmly, holding her in place.

“Vinnie, you’re such a—”

“A munch?” I finish for her, grinning against her.

Her laughter is breathy and light. “Yes. A damn munch.”

I don’t argue. She’s not wrong. I keep going until she’s trembling beneath me, her hands clawing at my shoulders and back. She leaves marks—I know she does—but I can’t bring myself to care. She tastes like chocolate-covered strawberries, and I tell her as much when she finally catches her breath.

“You’re insane,” she says, panting as she pulls the covers back over her.

“Insanely in love with you,” I counter, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her braids smell like coconut oil and heaven.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” she mutters, but I catch the small smile tugging at her lips.

Fast forward two hours later, and I’m sitting in front of my PC, logging into my stream. I decided to stream shirtless today—partly because it’s comfortable, but mostly because she stole my shirt after I showered. Seeing her tiny frame swallowed up in my oversized shirt did things to me, but I had a schedule to keep.

“Yo, what’s up, chat?” I greet my viewers, running a hand through my hair. Comments flood in immediately, the chat scrolling so fast I can barely keep up.

“Bro, why are you shirtless?”

“Vinnie, what happened to your back??”

“Why are your lips so swollen???”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Man, y’all are nosy today.”

The questions keep coming, though.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Did you fall or something?”

I glance over at her sitting on the couch behind me, still wearing my shirt, her thick thighs on full display. She’s scrolling through her phone, pretending not to notice me staring.

“Nah,” I say, smirking. “No fight. No fall. Just... let’s call it ‘relationship perks.’”

Chat explodes.

“WHAT???”

“VINNIE EXPLAIN.”

“PERKS???”

She looks up from her phone and arches an eyebrow at me. “Relationship perks, huh?”

“What?” I shoot back, grinning. “It’s true.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, and that only makes me laugh harder.

About halfway through the stream, I’m taking a break to grab water when she wanders into the kitchen. She’s still wearing my shirt, and it’s slipping off one shoulder, exposing her soft, brown skin. She’s so tiny—barely reaching my chest, but she packs enough attitude for someone twice her size.

“Hey,” I call out, pulling her into my arms before she can escape.

“Vinnie, you’re live,” she says, swatting at my hands, though she doesn’t pull away.

“They can wait,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Then, because I can’t help myself, I add, “God, your thighs drive me insane, you know that?”

Her cheeks flush, and she smacks my chest lightly. “Shut up!”

“What?” I tease, spinning her around and planting her on the counter. “It’s true. You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

She bites her lip, trying to hide her smile, but I catch it anyway. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“And you’re lucky I love you,” I shoot back, leaning in to kiss her again.

By the end of the stream, the chat is still buzzing with questions about my lips, my back, and my overall mood. I ignore most of them, but when someone asks why I’m grinning so much, I can’t help but answer.

“Because life’s good,” I say simply. “And my girl’s even better.”

She throws a pillow at me from across the room, and I laugh so hard I almost fall out of my chair.

Life really is good.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[s41l0rm00nz]

can u do a Miguel O’Hara fic where we peg n babygirl him and just spoil him 😩😩

Massage Therapy

miguel o’hara x reader

sypnosis: miguel is stressed from a long day of being spiderman and what better way to relieve that than by giving him a massage?

cw: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, pegging, miguel is babygirl (and stressed), soft dom!reader, beefy man getting a massage from his gf, afab reader, reader uses a strap, fingering (male receiving bc prep is important!!), miguel gets oiled up (i’d pay to see that irl), miguel has a praise kink that goes both ways, miguel calls reader mami bc thats hot idc., also u both speak spanish (miguel more than reader (had to use google translate 🙏 so pardon any mistakes.)), no specified looks for y/n, kinda short after care?? idk, big strong men r always submissive at heart, u guys were in the shower for a little bit, these r a lot of cw

jay i’ve been procrastinatin mb stink hope u like this xx

miguel sighed as he grabbed the spare key under his front doormat. He was sweating, his muscles ached and he couldn’t help but groan as he entered his apartment.

his mind was clouded with sleep and the intention of getting to his partner as his large frame walked towards the bathroom, already hearing running water from the shower he slipped in. the mirror was covered in steam and miguel quickly undressed.

he pulled the shower curtain back, a scream irrupted from the girl in the shower. “fuck, miguel!” she gasped, a hand was over her heart as miguel chuckled.

“lo siento, mi amor..” he grinned, cracking his back and stepping under the shower stream and sighing pleasantly. he grabbed her love handles, head handing low as the shower water rushed over him “te extrañé, mi vida.”

she hummed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips when he bent down. “i missed you too,” grabbing the soap she squirted some into her hand then took the time to rub it all over her body. “how was saving the universe?” she smiled

“día agotador. as usual. today was… more tame though.” he cracked his back before moving her under the stream and stepping back.

“jesus, miguel.” she cringed at his loud cracking. “when was the last time you had a massage?” she washed the soap off her diligently, brows furrowed as she tried to look at miguel through the water.

he sucked in his breath, the dates becoming to cluttered to remember. y/n huffed through her nose.

“you need to take better care of yourself if y’re going to be doing this spider-man stuff.” she reprimanded, clicking her tongue while her eyes narrowing at him, clearly upset from the way he was ‘taking care’ of himself.

“m’sorry.” he groaned quietly, snaking his hands around her waist. “let me help you, mi hermosa..” he soothed, washing off any left over soap on her to help get back in her good graces. his rough hands smoothed over her body with precision, gripping her ass when he was done.

y/n leaned into his touch, “one of these days i’m gunna give you a massage, hun. your knots have knots.” she could feel the stress and pain in his shoulders from where she was standing. “you deserve it,” she turned grabbed the soap and sprayed some in her hands. she roamed and mapped out his body, watching the way it glistens up his body with desire.

“i’ll keep your word for it.” he gave her a cheeky grin, fangs flashing.

you were always one to live up to your promises.

“okay, qué están haciendo?” miguel asked with a little chuckle. “i’m at your mercy, mi amor.” he was sat on the bed, no clothes on with a smirk on his face

“put your head here and relax for me, miguel.” y/n patted a singular pillow on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at every bit of him. once he settled she grabbed the massage oil, rubbed it in her hands then began to spread it along miguel’s body.

in all his glory miguel layed in your shared bed, naked and lathered in oil. his face was smooshed into a pillow as y/n worked methodically on his back muscles. she gasped at the knots she felt under his skin.

“y’re so tense, miguel. you’ve been working so hard, hm?” every crack, push, and movement with y/n’s hands had miguel moaning with pleasure.

“joder, mami. you feel so good.” he sighed into the pillow, letting out a deep groan when she touched a specific spot. “fuck-“

“feels good doesn’t it?” her voice was sultry when she whispered in his ear, enjoying the way he shivered. “my big mans’ been working day and night. maybe i should’ve done this sooner.” she grinned, cracking a spot on his back that had him moaning loud.

“ah..-“ he moaned. “ay dios mío- yes that feels good so good, mi amor.” his voice was shaky, “that was the spot.”

“good, good..” she mumbled, her massages traveled down to his lower back to a spot she knew was sore. she pressed down and heard a good crack come out. every moan or noise he made was like singing praises to her. this was about miguel tonight.

“you know me so well, love. you’re like an angel right now-“ his voice and compliments became more broken the more he massage. “s-so good.” miguel could already feel himself becoming way less tense the more she worked. but there was still another tense spot he was starting to sport, and it was hard not to notice.

“jeez, miguel.” y/n snickered, feeling miguel up as she smoothed her hands over his back. “that good, huh?”

all miguel could do was grumble, “well-“ he sighed. “i do have an incredibly beautiful lady on top of me-“ he moaned when she massaged his shoulders. “so i’m just- responding to that.” he grinned.

“very responsive, indeed.” she teased, “want me to take care of that for you?” she smoothed her hand over his ass.

“i wouldn’t say no to that.” miguel chuckled, “love it when you take care of me like that..”

“i know you do.” she hummed.

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“y’know..” she trailed off, grabbing the oil and dabbing some on her hand. “we haven’t filled this up in a while..” she traced and rimmed his hole, the smile on her face was almost contagious.

“you’re a tease.” miguel snorted. “but you’re right, we haven’t.” he relaxed deeply into the pillow. “makes me wonder what else will be joining us tonight..” he laugh was deep in his chest, grinning at the idea they shared.

“well, tonight is about you. wouldn’t be bad if i took care of other places then your back.” she pushed a finger in slightly before removing it.

“oh my,” he sucked in a breath. “well if the offers on the table, i would like the sound of that.” he chuckled.

“it is definitely on the table,” she peppered kissed along his back, staying in a few spots as she pushed her finger in slowly. “i need to prep you though first, okay?”

“soy todo tuyo, mami. do what you must.” his voice shook with a groan, relaxing more and more into the bed as she fingered him. he let out a deep whine as she curled one finger.

“m’gunna add another, okay?” she removed her finger and watched as his hole gaped slightly as she added oil to her middle and point. she slowly pushed into his hole again, his moans egging her on to go deeper.

she pulled out her fingers and right as they were about to escape she pushed them back in. “you’re so tight, miguel. ease up a little.” she massaged his thigh with his other hand, she fingered him slowly, moving her fingers in a beckoning motion.

“fuck- oh, cariño, te sientes tan bien.” miguel mumbled, his cock rutting slowly into the bed.

y/n snorted, pulling out slowly. she got up and went into their closet, shuffling around before finding a shoe box with plenty of things shuffling around in it. she opened it up and grabbed a particular item before stalking back towards miguel’s submissive figure. she fixed the strap-on to herself before settling back into her original position and spread his cheeks.

“this is going to hurt a little.” she mumbled into his ear, voicing soothing. “but you can take it, miguel. you always do.” she praised, rubbing oil on the strap-on then lining it up his hole. she placed soft kisses all along him as she pushed in, his breathing was heavy while his moans turned into soft whines of pain and pleasure from the depths of his throat.

once she was settled she pulled out slowly. going all the way to only the tip in then slamming in him at a medium pace in prone bone position.

he was slowly falling apart on her cock, fangs bared and claws clinging to the sheets and throaty groans unraveled from his mouth. each thrust was deep, prodding at his deepest parts. a hand was on his lower back to not only keep him in place but to hit farther, to that specific spot that had him screaming all those nights ago and it was y/n’s mission to get him to that point. she wanted to spear him on her cock like how he’s done for her. she sung praises in his ear, enjoying his pleads and fuss on how good it feels. how much he needed this. how much he loves you.

it was all sweet, y/n snaked her hand under him to toy with his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip and using his precum to jerk him off. it was intimate, what miguel craved for.

“e-estoy cerca de correrme,” miguel stuttered out. “i’m close- so close, cariño.” his hips shook with fevor as y/n’s pace of thrust became faster.

“go ahead, mi amor.” she kissed him gently, slipping her tongue inside him as he started to come. “that’s it.” she whispered, finding joy in his moans as her thrust lackadaisically slowed. “doing so good for me, let all your stress leave.”

she let him catch his breath before pulling out. he whined at the feeling, bucking his hips deeper into the sheets. “roll over for me, love.” she kissed his shoulders gently, helping him roll over before taking off her strap-on. she made her way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water to give to him.

“that felt amazing, mi amor..” he stretched gently, sitting up against the headboard and drinking the water.

as he drunk the cooling liquid she used a warm rag to wipe wherever his cum sprayed along with the sheets, mumbling how she’ll wash them in the morning. she placed soft kisses along his back and chest, smoothing her hands over every battle scar and mumbling praises into his skin.

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“did you enjoy yourself?” his words were soft as he pulled her close to him.

“of course i enjoyed myself, i was taking care of you.” she said in a light voice, kissing still trailing along his skin.

“mhmmm, you always know how to make me feel good.” his voice was hoarse and his hands were lazily trailing her body. “you’re simply the best.”

she grinned at his compliments. “are you trying to butter me up right now?”

“maybe, is my flattery working?”

“nope.” she chuckled. “are you aching anymore?”

“no, i feel a whole lot better actually.” he shuffled under the blankets with her, enjoying the warmth they shared. “gracias, amor mío.”

“for what?”

“por todo eso. i needed it.”

“of course, mi niño grande.”

…

“what?”

[loomiseater]

Can you give me a massage?

warnings: smut ofc! black!fem!reader, use of baby oil, slight breeding kink, intercourse, no protection, and, iw steve.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

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Written: November 5th, 2024-December 1st, 2024

Published: December 1st, 2024

Summary: Your massage turns into something else..

wc: 1,157

I got out the shower and it felt relaxing but I still had all these knots I’m my back. As I came out of Steve’s and I’s shared bathroom, he was sitting on the bed with only grey sweatpants on…he looked so fucking sexy.

“Took you long enough.” He jokingly said to me. I tightened my towel around my body as I laid down on my side of the bed. I looked back over at Steve and he went back to reading some article on his iPad. He was focused and I didn’t want to interrupt him…but I really want a massage.

I grabbed a scrunchie from my nightstand and tied my braids into a high bun.

“Baby?” I softly said as he looked up at me. “Yes?” He answered with a little chuckle. He gave me all his undivided attention and I love when he does that.

“Can you give me a massage, please? It doesn’t have to take long but I’ve just really had these knots in my shoulders and lower back.”

His features softened as looked at me. “Of course I can baby, let me get the oil.” He replied before he went to the bathroom to get the baby oil. I started smiling like a little kid, I can’t wait to get rid of these knots!

I took my towel off and laid down on my stomach with my head propped on arms. Steve walked back into the room with the oil as he whistled at me. “Looking sexy as ever, Mrs. Rogers.” He said with a smirk before giving my ass a hard slap.

“Ounch! That hurt!” I whined. Steve has the super solider strength, so it hurts like hell.

He playfully rolled his eyes at me as he came over to the bed, hovering over my body. He started pouring oil on my legs first, then rubbing it in gently. I felt my leg muscles loosen up some as I closed my eyes. After he rubbed it into my legs, he poured some onto my back.

He began deeply massaging my lower back as moans flew out my mouth. “Yes! That feels so good! A little more harder, baby.” I said as Steve laughed at me. He’s rolling his thumbs into my back muscles and he really digs deep into that one knot down there.

I feel the pressure releasing, and it response I began to arch my back. Since Steve was hovering over me, I felt his cock harden at my response. “I’m supposed to be giving you a massage and you’re over here archin your back.” He grunted.

“I’m sorry baby, but it feels so good! Go a little higher please!” I moaned.

He begins to massage my shoulders and it almost feels like I’m about to cum to this.

The long days at work, the tiring workouts, and all the stress fading away. I started moaning loudly as he pressed deeply into one of the knots in my shoulders. “That feel good, princess?” He questioned as I nodded my head in response.

“So good.” I tiredly said. “Shit!” I said to myself.

Steve flipped me over and started pouring the baby oil all over my body. He poured a bunch of oil on my boobs and started groping them.

‘Mhhm!”

I could feel the wetness from my pussy start to seep into the sheets as Steve grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way down to my ears. I was definitely feeling the stretch.

I was holding my legs back while he pulled his sweats down and grabbed his cock. We’ve been married for years but I’ll never be able to get over how huge he is. He was hard and tip was a angry red color, and those veins on the side of his dick just make me wet overtime.

“You ready?” He asked as I quickly nodded my head.

He shoved himself inside of me and we both let out a moan at the same time. “Steve!” I moaned.

He stayed still for a bit before pulling back out and pushing himself inside me again. He started thrusting into me slowly. “You’re too big!” I whined as he chuckled. “You can take it.” He said softly into my ear.

I was starting to get shy from the sounds of my wettness, it was the only thing you could hear in the room right now. Steve did a powerful thrust as he sucked some air from how tight I was. I tried to close my leg but he popped my inner thigh. “Keep them open for me, I wanna see that pretty pussy.” He said. I pouted at his words. It was becoming too much and we just started.

He grabbed my face and started kissing me passionately while his thrusts became faster. “Look how good you take daddy’s dick, all wet tight for me.” He groaned against my lips as my eyes rolled back.

I was about to cum, I could feel it.

“I wanna cum all over your dick!” I breathlessly moaned as he laughed at the state of me right now. A mess under him, for him and him only. And looking so pretty with that oil covering your chocolate skin.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy, especially since it was covered in baby oil and your juices.

He brought his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing it slowly. “Oh fuck!” Was all you could get out at the moment. Steve knew exactly what he was doing.

“Squirt for me, baby. I want my dick covered in the sweet juices of yours, okay?”

I nodded my moaned in response.

He started to rub my clit faster and thats when I felt my legs shake. Before I knew it, my pussy was squirting as Steve’s face was covered with a smirk. “Good girl! Good fucking girl!” He groaned as he slapped me across the face. I moaned from the sting, something about just felt so good.

“Fuck! Gonna put a baby in this tight little pussy!” He said to me as his thrusts got sloppier, I knew he was about to finish. “UGH!” Was all I heard before he came inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around his toned torso as his head fell into my oiled boobs.

“I gotta oil you up more often, baby. It just suits your skin so well.” He said as he looked up to get another look at me.

“I was supposed to be getting a massage.” I teasingly said as he chuckled. “You looked too good, I couldn’t resist.” Steve responded before he started sucking on my boob.

“Baby, I’m tired!” I whined. “Well I’m not.” He said as he looked me dead in my eyes while still sucking on my boob. I threw my head back into the mattress and let Steve do his magic.

Curse Steve and Super Soldier stamina.

[bullet-prooflove]

Mine: Terry Silver x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @thedeadsingforme @eddieslut69 @mia1653 @kimbergoldess

Companion piece to:

Roses - A bouquet of roses sparks an act of revenge.

Inspiration - Terry helps you find inspiration after you run into your ex.

You’re dressed in overalls and splattered with paint when Terry strides into your studio with that look in his eyes. It’s one that you recognise from the gallery that night, when JP had reached out and tucked a strand of hair back behind your features. It’s a dark possessive expression, one that fills you with heat. His mouth covers yours, his entire body trapping you between the sink console, pressing against you.  

The paint smears from your overalls onto his shirt but Terry doesn’t care because he needs you right now, oil paint and all. His hands tear the buttons of your overalls open, revealing that white sports bra underneath. His gaze fixates on the dark outline of your nipples and he bends his head to capture them, his tongue licking over the left as his thumb pinches the right. The noise you make at that sensation, almost brings him to his knees. There has never been anybody who’s been able to coax pleasure out of you the way that Terry does. It’s raw, it’s passionate and its consuming.

He yanks the rest of your overalls over your arms and down your hips leaving you clad in white cotton panties, a growing damp spot spreading across the fabric. He tugs them down as your fumble with his trousers, releasing his erection. He’s hard already, leaking. You moan his name as he enters you. He fills you entirely before he withdraws and starts all over again. His hand tangles in your hair, gripping it in his fist as he fucks you hard against the counter.

“You’re mine.” He mumbles against your jaw. “I need to hear you say it.”

You cry out instead, because he sits that sweet spot, the one that drives you absolutely crazy.

“Georgia.” He says, tugging your hair to get your attention. “Please…”

It’s the frantic sound of the word that gets you, the desperation behind it. You don’t know where this has come from but you would give his man your soul if it was what he needed.

“You know I’m yours.” You tell him as you draw him into a kiss. “You know I always will be.”

He loses it then, his hips snapping, faster, harder. You’ve forgotten how much this unhinged version of your husband excites you, what it’s like to be claimed by him completely. His hand reaches between the two of you, fingers circling your clit and you hit that high, climaxing all over his cock. He can’t think in that moment, he’s not even sure he breathes. All he can focus on is the sensation of you gripping him so fucking tightly he can’t help but follow you over the edge.

He spills his release deep, thrusting it into you because Terry, he’s in a territorial mood and you need to know exactly who you belong to. His forehead comes to rest on yours as he withdraws, his palms cradling your face as he tries to catch his breath.

 “You are everything to me.” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours. “It’s important to me that you know that. I couldn’t live without you, I couldn’t function…”

“I know.” You say, the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile. “I’ve always known.”

It’s later that night, he tells you that he’s going out. You’re in the shower rinsing the paint from your hair after resuming your creations when he lets himself into the bathroom to tell you.

“Come join me instead.” You beckon and he looks at you regretfully as he picks up one of his hair elastics and ties his hair back into a ponytail. Whatever it is, you know he means business tonight.

“There’s something I need to take care of.” He tells you, kissing your pouted mouth. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

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[johnnycakesswitch]

Do you have any random Stevepop head canonons you'd like ti share with the class?

Stevepop,,, you mean my heart and soul,,, I thought about combining this w another ask about cuddly stevepop hcs but I’ve decided to make two separate posts so they can truly shine

��� they’re lowkey very competitive over the stupidest stuff ever with literally any and everything

“I bet I can get in the car first” “I bet I can eat more cake than you” “I bet I can jump higher”

Everyone else is SICK OF THEM

• Soda loves sm when Steve be wearing his shirts w the sleeves cut off. Feral I tell you he loves Steve’s biceps sm

• the equivalence of this for Steve would be when Soda wears a cropped shirt or if his jeans are rly low and his shirt rides up a bit or rests a little above the waistband Steve just looses it when Soda’s got a little tummy showing

• on that note they’re always complimenting each other they can’t go a day without it and honestly as they should

• Steve takes it very seriously tho bc he knows Soda has some insecurities and thinks he’s really just a pretty face sometimes and while yes Soda is the prettiest boy on the planet Steve always reassures him that he’s sm more than that too and how important he is to everyone

• Soda always gives Steve back rubs after long days at work when he’s been hunched over all day or working under a car for awhile. Steve absolutely melts the moment Soda starts rubbing at his shoulders or lower back

• when Soda’s nice and showered and doesn’t have any oil in his hair he loves getting his scalp massaged and Steve will always do that for him, especially if he’s either had a long day or if he’s got a little too much energy and needs something to help him settle down

• Soda is very pouty when he’s working w out Steve during the day while Steve is at school and INSTANTLY brightens up when Steve drops in for his afternoon shift. Bro literally looks at Steve like he hung the moon when he comes and clocks in his face is like 😃😃 literal hearts and stars in his eyes

[corroded-hellfire]

Hey it’s me again!

You send my mind running in loops.

So As you wish, older!Eddie, after the things happened.

Reader finds out that Eddie thinks of her in the shower, so one day after she has put the boys to bed, she sneaks in and joins him. And he’s all like “she’s my dream girl”

Love you bye! 😘

An As You Wish Story

Oh, I love this! I had so much fun writing it. Couldn’t resist having Eddie finally get to reveal that he’s been a bit jealous over reader hehe. So, this takes place between parts 1 and 2, just as a heads up!

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), shower sex, jealous!eddie

Words: 4.4k

“Well, shit. Never done that before.” You huff a laugh as you attempt to catch your breath. Eddie looks as wrecked as you feel. 

“What?” Eddie asks, his head falling back against the wall with a smirk on his face. “Never used a private study room to have sex? What kind of college student are you?” He swipes his hand across his forehead, wiping off some of the sweat that coats his skin. 

The small room—more of a cubicle with walls and a door, smells like sex and is filled with the sounds of labored breathing and clothing being adjusted.

“The kind who’s been going home every night and rubbing one out while thinking about her boss,” you say, bending down to swipe your panties off the floor. 

“I’ll take those.” Eddie plucks the panties out of your hand and shoves them in the back pocket of his jeans he’s just slipped back on. He chuckles when you scoff at him. “Need a souvenir, sweetheart.” Cupping your warm cheeks in his large hands, he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “Gotta have a reminder that this actually happened and I’m not dreaming.”

“If we’re dreaming, don’t wake me up,” you whisper against his lips. It’s only been a few days since the two of you gave into your desires for one another, acting on what’s gone unspoken for so long. But you were both instantly addicted to one another now that you’ve had an actual taste. And knew the other felt the same. 

It was hard to find time to be alone with one another. When Eddie came home from work, the kids were there. Then Brittany would come home. But all day, Eddie worked, and you had classes until you had to pick up the boys. This led to sneaking in time for one another when you could. A short and quiet makeout session while the boys took their baths. Eddie leaving for your apartment as soon as the boy’s stepped on the school bus so he could bring you coffee before you left for class. And the latest stolen moment was Eddie taking his lunch break to come see you in between your classes. Originally, it was meant as a lunch date. The plan was to take him to a cute cafe right on the edge of campus. But somehow, the library with its private study rooms lured you two in like a siren song. So, Eddie ended up eating something, it just wasn’t food. 

“I really don’t want to go back to work,” Eddie says with a groan. 

“I don’t want you to either. But I’ve got class, too,” you say as you redress. 

“Don’t want you to put your clothes back on either,” he says with an adorable pout. You can’t help but chuckle as you adjust your jeans. 

“You know what I look like underneath them. You can picture it the whole time you’re changing oils or rotating tires if you want.”

“You think that’s all I do?” Eddie asks with a laugh. Now fully dressed himself, he grabs you by your hips and pulls your body flush against his. “And it’s not the same. I’ll get all worked up and hard while I’m putting a new engine in the Subaru that’s waiting for me.”

“Wish I could help you out with that,” you say, running your hands up his chest. The heart necklace he gave you catches the light and makes Eddie smile. It had been the only thing you were wearing while you were fucking. 

“I’m used to taking care of it on my own, baby, don’t worry,” he says with a self-deprecating laugh. 

Frowning, you fiddle with the pick necklace that’s hanging around his neck. You had never wanted to pry into Eddie and Brittany’s relationship, and the same is true now. But there’s always been a part of you that’s wondered how long it’s been since she let her husband do anything to her—even just touch her. 

“Eddie?”

“Yes, princess?” He presses a kiss to your forehead. The nickname makes your tummy all tingly and your head fizzy. 

“Um, I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but—I, uh… I was wondering how long since you and Brittany have been…intimate?”

Eddie’s finger hooks under your chin and tilts it up until you’re looking at him. He’s frowning and it causes a knot to tangle in your stomach.

“You don’t think that’s what this is, do you? That that’s all I want from you?”

“No,” you quickly assure him.

“Good,” Eddie says, tension slipping from his face. “Because you make me so unbelievably happy. God, you’re the best thing to come into my life since…well, Luke.” Your giggle has him grinning like a schoolboy. “But you can ask me anything, sweetheart. I’ll always be honest with you.” He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “And to answer your question, I’d say about six months or so. Eventually I just stopped trying. Started getting off in the shower so often that now the sound of running water turns me on.” He huffs a laugh, and you join in.

“Guess it’s harder to have porn around with kids in the house,” you say.

“Eh, I’ve got a little bit hidden away, but can’t bring them in the shower and that’s my only alone time.”

“Gotta rely on that imagination,” you say.

“Luckily, I had some great material to work with,” Eddie says. His hands slowly slide down your body until he’s cupping your ass. 

“What’d you think of?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Well, uh.” Eddie chuckles, his face turning a light shade of red. “You.”

It takes a moment for the word to process through your mind. “Wait… me? Really?” The way you look up at him with wide, beautiful eyes has him wanting to lay you back down on the study table.

“Yes, you. Is that…weird for you?”

“No,” you say, far too quickly, making your cheeks warm. “I mean, it’s hot. You already know I’d get off thinking about you. What’d you think about?”

“Different things,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Sometimes I’d think about you joining me in the shower. Sometimes, usually when I had a rough day, it’d be me coming home from work and just dragging you to my bedroom and having my way with you. Or think about you visiting me at work. That was a popular one. Um, oh.” Eddie pauses to chuckle. “A lot of the times it would be me fucking you in that plaid skirt you wear. That drives me insane, you have no idea.”

Listening to Eddie talk about the different scenarios he’s thought about you in has you clenching your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. If you didn’t have to be in class in ten minutes, you’d be getting back on your knees right now. 

“Aw no, did I get my girl all needy?” Eddie asks, a devious smirk on his gorgeous face. 

“Maybe.” But he can tell he has; you both know it. 

“Can you be a good girl and not touch yourself tonight?” he whispers in your ear. “Just wait until I can take care of you, baby?”

“Okay.” It almost comes out as a whimper, your knees going weak at Eddie’s tone. 

“That’s my girl.” Eddie presses one last long kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head. “I’ll see you when I get home, yeah?”

God, how you wish he was saying that in a different context. 

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’ll see you then.”

“Bye, sweetheart.” Reluctantly he pulls away from you, reaching for the doorknob.

“Bye, Eddie.”

When Eddie gets home after work, he tells you that Brittany called him before he left and said that she was going out to dinner with some coworkers. There’s a possibility she was telling the truth, but who really cares anymore? 

“Want me to make dinner?” you ask. 

“I can cook, sweetheart,” Eddie answers.

“Um,” you muse, wrinkling up your nose in a way that Eddie finds adorable. “I suppose…”

“Calling me a lousy cook?” Eddie asks with a smirk. He’s decent, but you both know that you’re better.

“Yeah,” Ryan answers his father’s question that had been directed at you. Ryan giggles and plops into a seat at the kitchen table.

“Hey!” Eddie pouts, walking over to his oldest son. “Whose side are you on?”

“The side of the better cook. Right, Ry?” You throw him a wink and he nods in agreement. “Hmm, now what would you like to eat?” You pull open the fridge and let your eyes gaze over whatever ingredients are inside. 

“Chicken!”

“I can do that,” you say. “Why don’t you boys take your baths now? It’ll take a little while to make.”

“Fine,” Ryan says with a sigh. He heads into the living room, where you and Eddie can hear him share the news with his brother. “We gotta take our baths now.”

Once both of the boys are down the hall, Eddie comes up behind you as you’re mincing cloves of garlic. 

“Gonna distract me?” you ask. “I might lose a finger that way.”

“Never,” Eddie says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Just watching my girl make dinner for me and my boys.”

A warmth spreads across your body at Eddie’s words. You’d never thought of it that way. Cooking is something you enjoy and have always been good at. Suddenly that skill comes in handy in this domestic setting, and it sets the butterflies in your stomach aflame. 

“If you help me, I can get the chicken in the oven faster. And if that happens before the boys are done—.”

“Eddie time?” he asks, making you laugh. 

“Yes, Eddie time.”

He grabs a knife and starts to chop the onion on the counter next to you. Firsthand experience told you how talented and deft Eddie’s hands are, but that aspect also applied to chopping vegetables, it seems. Prep time becomes quicker with four hands working instead of two, so you’re able to get the chicken in the oven while the boy’s voices are still far down the hall and muffled by a door.

“C’mere, you.” Eddie pulls out a kitchen chair, sitting on it before tugging you into his lap. One hand wraps around your back while the other rests on your legs. “Missed you after lunch.”

“Yeah?” you ask as you rest your forehead against his. “Think about me?”

“Every second.”

“Me too,” you admit. “Couldn’t focus on the lecture on genetics my professor was giving. I’m glad my lab partner was paying attention so he could answer the questions on our worksheet.”

“He, huh?” Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, making you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, he. I do go to a co-ed school, ya know. And,” you pause, letting out an over-dramatic gasp, “have male friends!” 

“So, I’m jealous.” Eddie shrugs and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Sue me.”

“You literally have a wife,” you remind him with a laugh. 

He lets out a pitiful groan and drops his head down to your shoulder. “God, don’t remind me. But you know you’re better than her. You’re better than any other woman.”

“You’re better than all the dumb college boys, Eddie,” you reassure him, running your fingers through his curls. He presses a light kiss to the side of your neck. It brings a smile to your face as you rest your head against his.

“Smells good!” Ryan’s voice sounds from down the hall and you’re quick to hop off of Eddie’s lap. Eddie pulls his chair closer to the table and you open the oven to check on the food.

Both boys walk into the room, Luke shaking out his wet hair like a dog, letting droplets fly around like stray bullets. 

“Hey, watch it,” Eddie says, making Luke giggle. He snatches his younger son up in his arms and holds him hostage in his lap.

“Ryan!” Luke calls. “Help me!”

“Nope, I think I need his help with dinner. You’re on your own, buddy,” you say, throwing a wink to Ryan.

Eddie chortles out an evil laugh and starts to tickle the boy’s sides. 

“Nooooo!” Luke cries. 

“Wait!” Ryan says, hopping over to his father and brother. “Daddy, don’t do that. This is his most ticklish spot!” Ryan grins wickedly as he begins to tickle his little brother right beneath his chin. Luke struggles even more, letting out loud squeals of laughter as he’s attacked.

Chuckling to yourself, you lean back against the counter and watch the three Munson boys being their crazy, usual selves. 

Both boys talk up a storm before dinner, but once the food is served, they’re too busy inhaling their meals to talk. Though Luke does chat a bit, sending little bits of chicken flying on accident. You stick around after dinner and Luke begs to watch The Lion King. The four of you curl up on the couch together, the boys between you and Eddie. It warms your heart that the boys like being between the two of you like this, but when the movie comes up on the part where Mufasa dies, you’re wishing you were next to Eddie. It’s one movie moment that’s always made you cry, and you’d love to bury your face in his neck right about now. Ryan sniffles next to you, and you look down to see a few tears running down his face. He looks up and lets out a small giggle when he sees that you’re crying too. One of his little hands reaches up and wipes the tears from your face, so you return the favor. 

Once the movie is over, it’s time for the boys to go to bed, but both of them want a shakeup in their nighttime routine. They want you to tuck them in instead of their dad.

“Well, fine,” Eddie scoffs, mocking offense. “I see how it is.”

“Good,” you tease, throwing him a wink over Ryan’s head. 

“Guess I’ll go take a shower.”

“Wait! Still want hugs!” Luke attaches himself to Eddie’s leg. 

“I guess you can still get hugs,” Eddie teases, bending down to envelop the five-year-old in his arms. Ryan is next, pressing a sweet kiss to his dad’s cheek before pulling away. 

You shuffle the boys into their bedrooms and Eddie goes into the bathroom to take his shower. Luckily, both boys are quick to fall asleep, and as you double check on each of them one more time, you can’t help but once again think of how something must be so wrong with Brittany to not want to be here for this. 

The water is still running as you step down the hall, and a smirk grows on your face as an idea forms in your head. Making your way to the bathroom door, you slowly inch it open so Eddie doesn’t hear the hinges squeaking over the stream of water. Easing your way in and closing the door behind you, you start to take your clothes off in the steamy bathroom. Your shirt and bra come off silently, joining Eddie’s clothes in a pile on the floor, but as you attempt to take your jeans off, you trip and have to grab the sink to steady yourself.

“Hello?” Eddie calls.

“Thought you might want some company,” you say.

The shower curtain jerks back, and Eddie’s head pops out, hair half shampooed and curls weighed down with the weight of the water. His eyes widen as he takes in your mostly nude figure, a grin spreading across his lips. 

“Am I fantasizing right now?” he asks as you shimmy your panties down your legs.

“Nope,” you say as you click the lock into place on the bathroom door. “You said I wasn’t allowed to touch myself tonight, right? That I should be a good girl and wait for you to take care of me?” Raising an eyebrow at him, you stalk forward. “Well, I’m being a good girl and doing as you told me.”

You step into the shower with him, and Eddie instantly pulls you against him, attaching his lips to yours as the spray of water bounces off his back and starts to soak your hair. His mouth devours yours, teeth gently tugging on your lower lip and tongue licking into your mouth insistently the moment you open for him. Soap-lathered hands run down your naked skin until they land on your ass, which he gives a generous squeeze. When you moan into his mouth, he can’t take it anymore. Eddie’s mouth breaks from yours and travels down your neck, licking at the water droplets that cascade down your skin. 

“Need you,” he mumbles against your shoulder. “Need you so bad, baby.” 

“I’m here for you,” you tell him, breath becoming labored as he leaves a bitemark over your collarbone. “Do whatever you want with me, Eddie. Want it to be like one of your fantasies.”

“Shit, this is already better than all of those,” he growls. You reach behind him and grab his bar of Irish Spring soap. The fresh smell mixed with motor oil is the distinct perfume you think of when it comes to Eddie, and you can’t think of anything better than smelling like him when you go home tonight.

“Wanna soap me up, baby?” you ask.

“Fuck yes,” Eddie says, taking the bar from your hands. He makes sure to take his time, relishing in rubbing the soap over every inch of your body. A giggle escapes your lips when Eddie takes especially long washing your boobs.

“Gotta make sure they’re nice and clean, baby!” he says. 

“Can I wash your hair?” you ask once Eddie’s determined your body is as clean as he can get it. 

“You want to?” he asks.

“Are you kidding?” you ask, widening your eyes. “God, I always want to have my fingers in your hair.”

The smile that grows on Eddie’s face can only be described as adoring, maybe even a little shy. “Sure, baby. Go ahead.”

Excitement washes over you as you get your fingers in Eddie’s hair. As your fingers scratch at his scalp, he lets out a pleasurable groan. It only adds to the burning in your lower abdomen. There’s a blissful look on the metalhead’s face as he leans back and lets the water rinse the shampoo out, your fingers helping the cause. 

“That felt so good, sweetheart,” he says. 

“Bet I can make you feel even better,” you tease, running your hands down his chest, over the sparse hair. 

“S’that so?” Eddie arches an eyebrow and lets his hands rest on your hips, thumbs brushing over your wet skin. 

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Up to you how, though.”

“Fuck,” Eddie groans, squeezing you in his grip. “Would love that pretty mouth of yours. But after washing this perfect body, don’t think I’d be able to take that and be inside of you. And I really, really want that.” 

“Can always have my mouth another day, handsome.” Your teeth graze his earlobe before you turn around and plant your palms against the shower wall, arching your back and presenting your ass to Eddie. 

His pruning hands run over the smooth expanse of your skin. Letting out an appreciative moan, he gently smacks your ass to watch it jiggle in front of him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Don’t go getting a big head,” you tease, smirk hidden from Eddie’s view as you face the wall. “I let all the dads I babysit for fuck me.”

The smack of Eddie’s cock against your clit has you gasping, fingers curling against the slick shower tiles. 

“Gonna keep teasing me, baby?”

“Y-You know you’re the only family I babysit for,” you say through a laugh. 

“Did we not establish earlier in the evening that I have a jealous streak?” 

Eddie lines himself up and tauntingly slowly begins to push inside of you. 

“Shit,” you hiss, grabbing onto the rack that’s holding the wash clothes. 

“Aw, no witty comeback this time?” Eddie asks. “And I’ve barely even started with you.” 

You both let out a collective breath when he’s finally seated all the way inside of you. 

“So big, Eddie,” you moan.

“Still not used to me, baby girl?”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you shake your head. “Don’t think I could ever get used to this. To you.”

Eddie’s fingers dig into your hips as he begins to pick up his pace. 

“Fuck! Right there.” Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the washcloth rack tightens. The fingernails of your other hand are scratching against the tiles, and you swear there will be claw marks embedded there before he’s done with you. 

Tongue poking out of his kiss bruised lips, Eddie keeps thrusting into you at the same angle, hitting the same spot that had you crying out. Both of you are startled at a sudden crack echoing within the shower walls. You’re suddenly off balance as one of your hands falls, the washcloth rack snapped in half from how hard you had been holding it. Eddie’s quick though, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling headfirst into the tile wall. He pulls you up against his body and your fingers grip the arm that’s around you. Taking a few calming breaths, you close your eyes.

“Sorry,” you say, dropping your head back against his shoulder.

“S’okay, baby,” Eddie says before running his nose along your neck. He presses a few sweet kisses against your shoulder. “Easy enough fix. Plus, think it was my fault anyway. Just made you feel too good, huh?”

You can feel him smirking against your skin, but he deserves to; he’s right. 

“So, get back to it,” you say, lifting one arm so you can wind your fingers in his hair. 

“Anything for you, m’lady.” Keeping his one arm wrapped around your waist, he uses the other hand to wrap around your body and rub circles on your clit. His hips start rocking against yours again, causing you to squeeze your eyes closed and let out a whimper. 

The warm water trickling down your skin only adds to the sensation as Eddie brings you closer to the brink. Being surrounded by the scent of his soap on both of you, him holding you so close in the small space of the shower, you feel completely wrapped up in everything Eddie. It’s almost overwhelming and it has you racing towards your release. 

“You feel so good, my girl,” Eddie growls in your ear. The endearment that claims you as his has your walls clenching around him. You’re so close and can hardly find the words to let him know.

“Eddie, I—shit, I’m close,” you manage out in between breathy moans.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, fingers picking up their pace on your clit. “Your pretty little pussy always squeezes me extra tight before you come.” The fact that he knows that after only having sex with one another a few times has you dizzy. “Come for me, baby girl.”

“W-Want you to come, too,” you tell him.

“Mm, don’t worry about that, princess,” he purrs. “M’gonna fill you up so good.”

“Fuck. I’m—fuck. I’m coming,” you say. The way your walls clench around him mixed with your pretty moans, Eddie’s hips are stuttering against yours before he’s spilling into you. Feeling his warm release coat your walls only prolongs your pleasure, fingers tightening in Eddie’s hair. 

“Shit, you’re so perfect,” Eddie says as he stills inside of you, his rising and falling chest brushing against your back.

“That puts no pressure on me or anything,” you say with a laugh between your labored breaths. 

Eddie chuckles and drops his head to press kisses along your shoulder.

“No, just mean that you’re everything I ever could’ve wanted. Everything I never thought I’d have. Shit, baby, you’re my dream girl.” 

A pleasant warmth comes over your body, having nothing to do with the intense orgasm you just had. A whine leaves your lips as Eddie pulls out of you, but you waste no time turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps you in his strong arms and presses your bodies flush together, the sweat from both of you mixing with the shower stream bearing down on you. 

“Seems fitting since you’re my dream guy,” you tell him. “And I’ve had many, many dreams about you.”

“I wanna hear about all of them,” Eddie says, leaning in to press his lips against yours. 

“Could take a while,” you muse. 

“Good thing I plan on keeping you then, yeah?” Eddie smirks and presses a kiss to your nose.

“That so? How long?”

“As long as you’ll let me, sweetheart.”

“Sounds nice,” you say, slotting your mouth over his. Eddie kisses you slowly and softly until the shower water runs cold over the pair of you.

“Wanna borrow some of my clothes, baby?” he asks as he turns the water off. He steps out of the shower and hands you a towel before wrapping one around his hips. You’re distracted by the way beads of water trail down his skin, glistening over his pale skin until they meet the blue cotton towel.

“Uh, yeah,” you say, tucking yourself up in your towel. “Can I wear a pair of your boxers home as well?”

Eddie groans and tugs you into his arms. “Please do. God, you really are my dream girl.”

Letting out a giggle, you rest your head against his shoulder. With your hand, you gesture to your pile of clothes on the floor, nestled together with his. “You wanna keep those panties, too? Add them to the collection you started with the pair you took from me this afternoon?” 

“Hell yes,” Eddie says. “Those are still in the back pocket of my jeans.”

“Had them there all day?” you ask.

“Kept me in a good mood while I was working, knowing they were there.”

Chuckling, you lean up and press your lips to his. “I’m not sure if having your boxers in my backpack during class tomorrow will give me the same effect.”

Eddie pouts, jutting his lower lip out and giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “You mean you won’t carry them around like a trophy?”

You shrug, trying to appear as if this particular look on his face isn’t absolutely melting you.

“Pick me up after my class tomorrow and find out. Maybe they’ll be in my backpack, maybe I’ll be wearing them.” 

“Fuck, I’ll be there, baby.”

[whoreforhorror]

So, I literally have no motivation and am just not in a great place right now. I can barely get out of bed for work and showers are exhausting.

Have a repost from my AO3

Movie Intervention (Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher)

Summary: You’ve been working yourself too hard at school and haven’t given the boys the attention they need, so they take things into their own hands.

It was a bad habit to fall into, you knew that. Still, there wasn’t much you could do about it. Between actually having to go to school, the homework you got after, and work, your day was jam-packed. There weren’t enough hours in the day, so you had to free your hours at night. This means that you were here again, gearing up for another late late-night study session. Physics specifically had been kicking your ass and you had to ace this next test or you were certain you’d be doomed to repeat the class. For the sake of your long-term sanity, you couldn’t let that happen.

Several times now, you’d had to cancel on your friends. You still saw them at school, and Randy at work as well, but it wasn’t the same as actually hanging out or partying. You’d had to turn down numerous invitations to sleep over at Tatum’s with Sydney and gossip. You’d had to miss Stu’s parties and miss movie nights with him and Billy. You couldn’t really indulge Randy in his usual rants at work, as well. You missed them all, especially Billy and Stu.

You cared deeply about the both of them, more so than the others in your group. You weren’t sure if they noticed or returned the sentiment, and you weren’t really sure what to call it. Maybe a crush, but it felt more comfortable than that. It would definitely be too early to call it love, too. Every time you had to turn them down, to hear the disappointment over the phone or see the looks of yet another letdown in person, it felt like someone stacked another ten-pound plate on your chest. Sooner or later, if this continued, you just might crack under the pressure.

It was nearly eleven at night now, not too late yet but you could be assured that most of Woodsboro was fast asleep by now. Knowing that was, perhaps, even more isolating than your room which you’d spent the better part of two weeks in. The desk in your room had felt more like a prison as you studied. To avoid distractions, you turned off the lights in your room and used solely the little desk lamp in the corner as you worked. It was less burning the midnight oil and more someone set the entire pot of oil on fire and poked a hole in it so that it was both burning too fast and spilling out the bottom. You were, in this moment and for the past two weeks, a fiery ball of leaking oil.

Time stretched on and your back ached. Your wrist, fingers, neck, and shoulders ached with it. Your… well your everything seemed to hurt. “It’s not even that late…” talking out loud to yourself was the only way your thoughts could be coherent at all. “I’ve stayed up way later than this. I can do this.” You could repeat a similar sentiment to yourself all you wanted, scream it at the top of your lungs and say it with all the passion your heart could hold but it wouldn’t stop the words on the pages from blurring and doubling. Nothing you looked at could stay still and you took another gulp of your half-filled energy drink (the fourth of the night and sixth of the day) which only served to prove just as unhelpful. You could feel your mind start to spiral into nonsensical half-thoughts and abstract concepts you didn’t have the energy to define.

A knock at your front door pulled your brain from its spiral and shot adrenaline through your body, enough to be able to pull yourself from your chair and drag yourself to the door. You opened it to be greeted by Stu, with his fist in the space where the door had just been, and Billy who had popcorn and a tape in hand. They seemed, at first, surprised that you answered at all, then taken aback at your disheveled, sleep-deprived appearance.

“Hey, buddy!” Stu was the first to speak up. “We missed ya’ so we thought we’d drop by. If you can’t come to movie night, we’ll bring it to you!” You weren’t quite sure what to say for a few very long seconds.

“Oh… I’m sorry guys. I can’t- I mean, I’d love to and I wish we could but I’ve got to study. Maybe some other time?” You could hear the exhaustion in your voice, much to your displeasure. You sounded worse than you thought. It hurt to have to turn them away, especially when they had gone out of their way to come to you with everything needed, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

“We’re not taking no for an answer,” Billy spoke up.

“Yeah, no can do, man! I mean, we’re already here and your down here as well! It’d be more work to go allllll the way back upstairs.” He chimed in and pushed past you as he spoke. Billy followed suit.

“Guys…” you sighed out.

“Shut it.” Billy cut you off before you could finish your thought. He grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you fast enough that you could just barely shut the front door before you were much too far away. You were too tired to physically resist.

The two made their way to your living room, dragging you along with them. Billy was first to set on the couch, pulling you to sit in the middle so he was on your left. He opened the pre-made popcorn he had with him and offered you some. You were too tired to chew, if that even made sense. Either way, you shook your head. You were quickly losing any energy you had left and verbally responding to anything took far too much effort that you didn’t have.

Stu grabbed a large, fuzzy blanket from somewhere in your living room, spreading it out to cover both you and Billy, with enough extra to cover himself when he sat down as well. Billy tossed him the tape to get the movie started. You knew from the music as the movie began that they had chosen Halloween. It was a movie you had watched a thousand times, hundreds of those times being with Billy and Stu. You knew the movie like the back of your hand by now, and you were sure they knew that. They’d purposely chosen a movie you’d seen before so you could sleep without worrying about missing anything.

It dawned on you as Stu sat down on the couch right next to you on your right, covering himself with the blanket and putting his arm around your shoulder, that the boys, perhaps, felt the same closeness to you as you did to them. Certainly, they hadn’t done this for anyone else in the group. Not Randy, not Sydney, and not Tatum, even though the girls were dating Billy and Stu, respectively. It was enough to pull a smile on your lips; the first in weeks. You felt Billy put his arm around your waist and rest his hand on your thigh, pulling you into him just slightly but allowing you to stay in Stu’s arm as well. The two passed the popcorn back and forth between each other as they, or really Stu for the most part, rambled on about different cinematic techniques the movie used and the landmarks the movie had made, all while you put your head on Stu’s shoulder. Your eyelids grew heavy and each time you blinked, you found yourself wanting to open them less and less.

You fell asleep like that, with your head on Stu’s shoulder as he rambled on about the movie, in the hold of your two favorite people in Woodsboro. And, as you drifted off, you decided there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Your hearing was the last to go as you faded out.

“Stu, shut the fuck up. You’re going to wake them up.”

“Am not!”

“Stu.”

“Fine, whatever man.” A pause. “G’night sweets.”

“Yeah, sleep well, babe.”

…And you were out.

[saywhatjessie]

I am so mixed up (that I cannot tell you)

Advent Calendar Day 13! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Christmas Cleaning | Enemies to Lovers | Kisses Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 2k[Ao3]

“How the fuck did you get so much of your shit into my house without me noticing?”

“It ain’t your fault! Your eyesight’s gone all funny with age. You can’t be expected to see shit more than 3 inches from your face.”

Roy growled and Jamie winked back. 

Roy had been volunteered by his sister to host his family for the holidays. It was fine: he had the biggest house and guest rooms that could hold his parents for the week of Hanukkah as well as Ruth and Phoebe if they wanted to stay over any of the nights. He was also the best cook and absolutely refused to make latkes in the Little Tikes playset Ruth called a kitchen. So he’d agreed, figuring he could get some plastic to protect his kitchen from oil splatters and just tidy up the living spaces for his family to gather.

He had not realized how much of the surface area in those living spaces was filled with Jamie’s shit.

“When did you even wear this?” Roy asked, holding up bright pin track pants, disgusted. “Why are they here?”

“Wore that when I pulled your bike!” Jamie told him, brightly. He snatched the trackies out of Roy’s hand and shoved them in a giant laundry bag he’d had in his car. “Have you not seen the fan photos? I look well fit. You look like a belland.”

Roy growled, kicking pairs of Jamie’s shoes away from the door.

He supposed that helped explain it. Many times after their early morning training sessions, Roy would let Jamie shower at his place before they headed in to Nelson Road. And also he would come over after training to eat before late night training.

But that still didn’t explain why Jamie had left things here.

“How many bum bags do you have?” Roy asked, incredulous, yanking about three out from between the couch cushions. ”Is there anything even in them? How do you just forget them here?”

“Ooh, I’ve been looking for this one!” Jamie said, excitedly relieving Roy of a bright silver thing. “Well flash, innit?”

“It’s ugly as shit,” Roy told him. “And still doesn’t explain why it’s here.”

Jamie snorted. “I lost this one over a month ago, mate. Maybe start asking yourself why you never clean your place.”

Roy growled again and Jamie rolled his eyes, heading up the stairs.

Roy rumbled quietly to himself. Little prick. Roy cleaned his fucking house.

He went into the kitchen to check the damage on that. He knew his kitchen was absolutely clean – he used it every day – he just wanted to make sure he moved any clutter off the counters so it didn’t catch any stray grease. Hanukkah was the oiliest holiday of the year: thank you Maccabees. 

The kitchen was just how he left it. The stove was clean, the dishes were clean and put away, the floors were swept and at least surface cleaned. He had drawings Phoebe had done hung up on the fridge. Roy sighed in relief: this space, at least, was free of Jamie Tartt.

He started carefully removing the things from the fridge, knowing that those oil droplets could fly and not wanting to ruin any of Phoebe’s work. He took down a couple drawings, photos, Phoebe’s participation ribbon for children’s pole vaulting or whatever. He smiled at them, fondly, as he removed them and gently slid them into an envelope that he’d store safely away in his office until his kitchen could be deep cleaned. 

Then he hit non-Phoebe stuff he’d forgotten he’d put up there. Training schedule. Dietary list. Match calendar. He couldn’t remember why he’d hung those up – it made sense for him to think about these things as a coach but why were they in his kitchen?

And then he saw the ‘Good Boy’ tracker with little golden stars on it and he remembered. Of course. Of course these were for FUCKING Jamie.

The Good Boy tracker was actually a work of genius: nothing made Jamie work harder than the promise of a gold star. He could run that extra kilometer, do a hundred more burpees, and make that fiftieth crossbar kick if Roy promised him a little gold star by the finish. He couldn’t help but smile seeing all the stars proudly stuck to it. It was a nice reminder of how far they’d come.

The calendar and schedule were old so Roy just threw those away. But the dietary list and gold stars went into the envelope. He couldn’t help being a good coach, now, could he?

He moved onto counters once the fridge was clear and was again relieved by the familiarity of it. Roy’s cookbooks got stored in his office with the envelope, his jar of utensils got put in a cabinet, jars of flour and sugar got put in the cabinet as well as the ENTIRE spice rack. 

He hesitated over the salt and pepper shakers. They were little black greyhounds, bought for him for secret santa sometime in the last few years. He loved them so much, he couldn’t stand to put them away. He figured they would be easy enough to clean later.

Roy had just finished stowing everything away and gave the counter one last wipedown when Jamie came into the kitchen hauling his overstuffed laundry bag. He let out a low whistle.

“Fuck, it looks so empty in here.” He noted, frowning at the naked fridge. “What did Phoebe do to piss you off?”

Roy rolled his eyes, turning to wipe down the cabinets. He only wanted to have to get through one layer of grime when this was over. “Her stuff is safe in my office. You’ve never seen a kitchen during Hanukkah, everything gets fucking covered in grease.” He grunted, rubbing his socks against the tile and wondering if it would be worth it to do a deep clean beforehand. “I put away everything I didn’t want to see ruined.”

Jamie hummed in understanding but then scowled at the stove. “Well I guess fuck me, then. If you hated the little greyhounds, you didn’t have to use them.”

Roy frowned back, turning to look at the stove. Right, the salt and pepper shakers.

“Oh, no, I–”

“They weren’t easy to find, you know,” Jamie said, slouching against the wall and folding his arms, defensively. “Greyhounds ain’t exactly a friendly shape for salt and pepper. And no one makes things black you like it so it took a long fucking time to find something you could use in your kitchen that you would like and would remind you of your team. Like I spent ages on this shit so if you don’t like them, re-gift them to Higgins or something, I’m sure his wife would use them.”

And Roy remembers, oh fuck. Right. Jamie had been his secret santa that year. He’d loved the gift so much but had hated Jamie so he’d completely divorced the two from each other in his head. He’d forgotten completely.

He looked back at Jamie, his anger, and didn’t actually think he deserved it. “I do use them. You’ve seen me cook with them. I use them every fucking day.”

“Well how do I know you’re not just using them to make fun of me? You didn’t think they were worth saving or whatever.”

“How would using them be making fun of you?”

“I don’t know, maybe to remind me how unimportant they are? How pathetic it was for me to try so hard to get you a present?”

“Why would I even do that? I didn’t even remember they were from you!”

And that was the wrong thing to say.

Jamie’s head jerked back, his face going completely frozen even while Roy could hear a soft gasp being sucked in through his teeth.

Then, before Roy could react, Jamie’s teeth clicked together, his jaw tense, and he nodded. “Right. My mistake. Why would you remember?”

He heaved his laundry over his shoulder and nodded again. “Happy holidays, Roy.”

“Wait, no, fuck.” Roy scrambled around his kitchen island, his socks skidding a bit as he ran into Jamie gripping his arm. “I love those fucking salt shakers.”

Jamie snorted, turning enough so Roy could see him roll his eyes. “Right.”

“No, I do!” Roy said, desperation making his voice hoarse. “It makes me happy every time I look at them. I couldn’t bear putting them away. I told myself they would be worth cleaning by hand myself after the holidays.”

Jamie kept frowning, his eyes narrowed in mistrust.

Roy growled, pulling Jamie back and shoving him in a chair at the kitchen island.

“I’m not fucking lying,” He grumbled. “I forgot you gave them to me because I loved them too much to think they came from you. I sublimated it.”

Now Jamie’s eyes were confused. “Like the Beatles? The yellow sublimate?”

“That’s submarine you goddamn numpty.” Roy sighed, leaning his weight on the island. “Sublimate. Like repress or some shit.”

Jamie made a soft noise of understanding but looked away from Roy.

Roy sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Fuck.” He said, banging his fist on the island. Jamie didn’t jump. “I should have known it was you, though.” Roy sighed. “After Uncle’s Day. Should have known you’d have gotten me another one of my favorite presents.”

“Yeah?” Jamie said, his eyes getting some of their lightness back. “More than those custom trainers from Beckham?”

Roy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop his relieved smile. “More than the goddamn sunglasses from Elton Fucking John.”

Jamie gasped, the sound much more welcoming than the last one. “You’ve got sunglasses from Elton John? Why haven’t I seen them?”

“Because I don’t trust you with them, I already have to lock my trophy room when you come over to make sure you don’t masturbate into my old jerseys.”

Jamie choked, going bright red. Roy huffed a laugh and clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s fine. I’ve got no use for more trophies: things I lock in a room and never get to look at.” He pointed at the stove. “Those little shakers are with me every day. So thank you, Jamie. For the gift. I don’t know if I thanked you properly for them at the time.”

Jamie swallowed, still bright red and avoiding Roy’s eyes. “No, but you well hated me at the time so–” He shrugged, the laundry bag sliding off his shoulders and back onto the floor.

Roy grunted, putting a hand under Jamie’s chin and tilting it back.

Jamie’s eyes looked up at him, wide from shock. Whether from Roy’s earnestness or the fact Roy was touching him so softly, he couldn’t be sure.

And he couldn't think about it or he was going to lose his nerve.

He leaned forward and kissed Jamie softly on the mouth. Roy could hear the breath halt in Jamie’s body, the muscles in his back and neck tensing in surprise, but his mouth was loose, accepting Roy without protest and pressing back like it was as natural as blinking.

Roy pulled back just enough so he could say. “Thank you, Jamie. Really. You’re a good boy.”

Jamie squeaked, his eyes still wide and his body moving toward Roy like Jamie was fighting not to chase Roy’s lips.

Roy just smiled, leaning in to kiss him again once, very quickly, before pulling away completely.

“Why don’t I make us some supper?” Roy asked, turning back to his kitchen. “Reward for cleaning up before my parents get here.”

It took a look time and several unsuccessful attempts at speech before Jamie said. “You shouldn’t cook, you just cleaned the kitchen. Why don’t we get takeaway?”

Roy looked at him, nodding again in approval and delighting at Jamie nervously looking away. “Good, yeah.” He bit back a smile as Jamie squeaked again. “I could use a kebab.”

[captivatingcherub]

My 🤍Vanilla Scented🤍 Everything Shower

Hello, my dears! This is kind of a step-by-step guide/how to on my shower routine :) my favorite compliment to get is that I smell good and since doing this I get that at least once a day! My go to is Vanilla or Coconut scents! I usually do a combination of the two <3

1. Before your shower

I personally believe you have to set the vibes of your shower first, I don’t always listen to music while I shower, sometimes I just like to take that time to think, but if I do I set up my phone/speaker in the shower, make sure I have a towel to dry my hands if I need, and find a playlist!

I also love incense, candles, or essential oils while I’m showering! If I have a headache or I’m not feeling good I’ll use essential oils that target that kind of thing and I find the steam + oils really helps!

2. Shampoo

I like to go top to bottom when I shower! I find it makes me feel the cleanest! So step one is shampoo, I still have not found the perfect shampoo and conditioner for me yet (if anyone has any recommendations please lmk) I’m using the Tresseme Keratin one right now but I want to try more!

Double cleanse your hair!! After I shampoo and rinse the first time I go right back in and shampoo again! Some people use two different shampoos, I would like to do that but I haven’t found any I love enough yet. This makes your scalp so clean and my hair is on the thinner side and I find that this makes my hair look less weighed down after day 1!

3. Hair Mask (Twice a Week)

I use a bunch of different hair masks, usually for different things (damage repair, hydration, elasticity) but it’s totally up to you! I feel like hair masks are so treatment based you really have to find which one works for you and your hair type/hair needs.

Leave the mask in for 5-10 minutes, we’ll do the next couple steps with it sitting in your hair!

Tip: keep a claw clip or hair tie in the shower so you can keep your hair up while it absorbs the product!

*If you don’t use a hair mask put your conditioner in at this step and leave in to soak into your hair the same!*

4. Wash #1

Double cleansing is everything to me, when I tell you like two years ago I was trying everything to smell good, it’s embarrassing lol but I was struggling because I didn’t know what to do + I have rather sensitive skin that reacts to some products in a less than great way so I have found that double cleansing everything helps so much!

For this first wash I use an antibacterial bar soap! Specifically the Dial antibacterial one but you can use whatever you want, this came in a huge pack and I’m only like halfway through lol. I know people love Dove and I want to as well but as far as I know they’re big time Z**nists and I try to avoid!

So yeah, brand of soap doesn’t really matter to me as long as it’s an antibacterial one! That will get rid of the bacteria that produces BO

5. Shaving Time

I know not everyone shaves but I love have smooth legs so this is how I do it!

First, I’ll go in with a scrub! There are a few I like (Tree Hut has great ones and a million scents to choose, Bath and Body Works has some, they’re not my favorite but they work, I really like the OGX coconut coffee one, not expensive and smells great!)

Then, shaving cream! If I’m out of shaving cream I’ll use conditioner instead but you just want something to kinda lube up your legs before you shave lol. As for shaving creams I’m not too picky, I really like the EOS vanilla shaving cream and I’ll get that when I can but I don’t find that the smells sticks around from it so whatever shaving cream works best for you!

Finally, the shaving, I use a 3-5 blade razor, usually the generic brand from Target lol but I find they work really well and I hardly ever get cuts from them! Anything less than 3 blades I find myself getting nicked way more!

6. Conditioner!

So, after you shave, you wanna rinse the hair mask out completely and apply your conditioner! (I’ve been using the matching Tresseme Keratin conditioner but again I’m not obsessed with it)

*if you skipped the hair mask step you can either keep your conditioner in for longer or rinse it out at this step!*

I like to leave my conditioner soaking in my hair same as the mask making sure to get the ends of my hair really well!

7. Brush your Teeth

Some people think I’m crazy for this but I way prefer to brush my teeth in the shower, plus it gives me something to do while I wait for various hair products to soak in haha, idk if anyone cares about what I use but I use an electric toothbrush and usually Crest Whitening toothpaste!

I also do this every day, not just in the shower but scrape your tongue! It helps keep my mouth feeling clean and fresh all day I cannot recommend enough!

8. Rinse your Hair

Get all the conditioner out! It’s healthiest to rinse your hair in cold water and I really do feel a difference in the smoothness and moisture in my hair when I do but it’s hard lol so if you can do a cold rinse (or better yet rest of your shower) that would be best, I usually turn it to a lower warm and pretend it’s doing the same thing lol

9. Wash, wash, wash your face

Now that my hair is clean and all the product is out of it I move on to washing myself, you want to make sure you get all the product residue from your hair off of you! That’s a huge cause of body acne and irritated skin!

I wash my face first, I like the cleansers from The Ordinary and Good Molecules but keep in mind I don’t really struggle with acne, in fact I have pretty dry skin so I try to go for more moisturizing ones! What is good for my face might not be what you need :)

Oh what’s that? You thought we were done? Nope! Wash your face again! Double cleansing saves my skin but kills my wallet lol! I wear makeup and sunscreen and touch my face all day, I want to make sure I’m getting all of that off and then ALSO cleaning my skin underneath! It has made a huge difference in the way my skin both looks and feels!

10. Body Wash!

Last step! Grab your body wash of choice! I have been using Bath and Body Works Madagascar Vanilla scent but I like pretty much any vanilla scented body washes! Then, I take a loofah and scrub my whole body, making sure to get my back and legs because the run off from the conditioner isn’t good to leave on and will clog your pores!

11. Out of the Shower

Ok! Now that you’re all done in the shower I thought I’d tell you about my post shower smell good process because it’s just as important lol. I start with a body lotion (I use a matching Vanilla scent to my body wash) I hear putting body oil on first then lotion makes your skin super soft but I haven’t tried yet!

Anyways, put the lotion EVERYWHERE, arms, legs, chest, stomach, feet, get your whole body nice and smooth!

I use a body/hair mist, right now it’s the Tropical Vanilla one from Pacifica and I put that in my hair and all over the lotion while it absorbs!

Then for deodorant, literally the only one that works for me and doesn’t give me a rash is the Secret Clinical Gel, it smells like nothing, I wish I could use one that smells good but unfortunately my body hates them :/

Lastly! Purfume/purfume oil! My favorites are Sweet Cream and Fresh Cashmere by Philosophy and I’m using the Creamy Coconut perfume oil by Kuumba Made!

All done! Thank you so much for reading! I hope this helped or you at least found this fun! Have a good one <3

[starlitangels]

That’s Mine

Another Guy/Honey ficlet for the girl who can’t seem to write a full fic for these two to save her life

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I glanced up from my laptop upon hearing the apartment door open. “I’m home!” Guy called at the same time I heard the thumping of him literally kicking his shoes off at the door.

“Welcome back,” I said flatly, going back to my report.

I could hear him groan with the several popping noises that came with him cracking his back. “I’m gonna shower,” he announced as the front door shut.

“Careful. Kayla left a makeup bomb in the bathroom,” I warned.

“How does she even do that? Like we should not be finding powdered foundation in the bathtub of all places. A little falling off the palette or brush into the sink is one thing but like the bathtub?” He appeared in the doorway of my room and leaned against the frame on one shoulder. “I don’t get it. I’ve worn some makeup in my day but I’ve never been that messy with it.”

I grunted and shrugged.

Guy sighed dramatically. “Not in the mood to talk, honey?”

I shot him a withering glare. “Go get in the shower before I punt your ass into the bathroom and bar the door. I’m trying to work.”

He smirked lasciviously. “If you bar a door that locks from the inside and swings inward, you’d have to be in the bathroom with me.”

I raised a brow. “I’d figure it out. Go away.”

He winked with a click of his cheek and pushed off the doorframe, vanishing down the hall.

I went back to my paper.

Apparently I got really sucked into it because I didn’t even process that I heard the shower start and stop a few minutes later. Hell, I barely even processed Guy singing showtunes while he was in it.

I vaguely heard the bathroom door creak open on that ungodly loud hinge I still needed to oil (the landlords had promised to do it months ago and never had and I was getting sick of it), while Guy continued his one-man-show of Phantom of the Opera. But I ignored all of it. Guy’s singing was a constant in the apartment and I’d just learned to tune it out.

When the essay was done, I submitted it and finally stood up, wincing as my knees popped.

With a heavy sigh, I left my room.

Guy spun around in the kitchen almost instantly. In his favorite hot pink “Kiss the Cook” apron that had been a gag gift from his siblings that he’d actually loved. “There’s my favorite person!”

I grunted. Then froze. “Hang on a second here,” I said, folding my arms. “Hm. Black T-shirt way too long and wide in the arms, logo for a band you don’t listen to poking out from under the top of the apron. Coincidentally matching the one that went missing from my things after a load of laundry a few weeks ago…” As I spoke, I undid the neck loop of the apron and let the top fall away from his torso.

He chuckled nervously, ears and neck turning blotchy and red. “Heh-heh… uh…”

“Guy Erikson, that’s my shirt,” I snapped.

“Whaaat? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Obviously this is mine. See how it just fits me perfectly—ow, ow! Okay okay you don’t have to pinch I get it I get it—damn!” He pouted as I let go of his shoulder. “Can’t I just borrow it for the rest of tonight though? It’s so soft. It’s not my fault that you have the comfiest shirts on the planet!”

“Give it back. Now.”

He sighed dramatically and stripped it off, hurling it at me with all the grace and power of a newly-hatched bird. “Fiiine. You loveless, joyless buzzkill.”

“Thieving parasite,” I retorted, taking the shirt back to my room and chucking it into my hamper.

“Just for that, I’m not including you in my dinner plans.” He whipped the apron back up over his torso and started fixing the neck loop.

“I never asked you to. And I’m going out tonight anyway.”

His head snapped up to look at me. “What?! With who?”

I raised a brow. “Does it matter?”

Guy spluttered. “Oh. Well. I, uh—no, obviously. It’s just—you know what? Never mind.” He turned back to the stove and went back to preparing his pasta.

I snorted. “It’s my stupid reading group for my upper level class. There’s gonna be like five people there. It’s not a date. Don’t wait up for me, honey,” I said sarcastically before ducking back into my bedroom and slamming the door.

I picked the band shirt out of the hamper and held it up to my nose. Curious.

It definitely smelled like Guy.

A small grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. I folded the shirt and set it on my desk. “You know what? I’ll wash it later,” I muttered to myself.

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Tag list: @pinksparkl @darlin-collins

[mickeytheticklee]

Not my fault

Ler!Renee Rapp x Lee!Reader

Summary: Renee discovers how your laugh is really like. PS she loves it.

Warning: Tickling, foot tickling, cute shit, this took a minimum of three hours

An: Starting a new series (pls don’t be surprised this is my third rebrand this month I fear) also needed to make this small Renee Rapp short

“Shouldn’t I be the one giving you a massage? It’s weird considering your the one who’s been working.”

It was after a concert in Chicago you attended to see your girlfriend perform. It’s the first you’ve seen her in concert due to conflicting schedules. A businesswoman and a rising pop star, both different careers that don’t always call for rest days. For once you two had the night together at a hotel room, where she couldn’t wait to spoil the hell out of you. After the relaxing shower and matching pjs Renee decided to give you a foot massage. Which you don’t get often because of your ultra sensitive feet. It shows when you’re holding in your grunts extra tightly and she’s wondering why you keep moving your feet.

“Does it hurt baby?”, Renee says, hearing you clear your throat whenever her knuckles dinked deep into your soles. It was an extricating, ticklish feeling on your feet, adding to the oil Renee applied to them. Like if she turned back she would definitely see you fighting demons, holding yourself together for a few tickles. Biting your knuckles and slapping on the couch, she knew you were unbearably ticklish. She rather just see you suffer holding in giggles and be oblivious to your struggle.

“It’s good…it’s just ticklish.”, You say, having a few chuckles letting out your system. She didn’t believe you until she looked behind, you fully laying down with your face covered. Face flushed, exhausted from hiding those giggles Renee is desperate to see. All this crazy struggling and your feet weren’t even pinned through Renee’s lap. You can easily set your feet down and she wouldn’t mind, you were just torturing yourself because it was fun.

“You know you can laugh if you want to. I won’t restrict those pretty laughs.”, Renee says, your heart thumping over her messy blonde hair and small specs. Somehow the small reassurance made you into a bigger lee mood. It made you happy, although not as happy when she switched up and stopped the massage tickles. Her long, red nails went down your soles all at once, causing a loud screech to echo in the luxurious room. Her eyes widened, she never heard such a loud noise coming from you. You were normally quiet, even in public spaces or around Renee’s group of friends. If you yelled you usually did it in lowercase. But never THIS loud. It made her want to hear more of this loud laughter you had hidden inside.

She kept raking her fingers on your soles, not forgetting the heels or the toes. From the knees down Renee thinks it’s good ASMR. From the knees up your laugh is high pitched enough to break glass. “AHHHHHQHJAHAHIM GONNA FUCKING GET YOU FOR THIS.”, you laugh, yelling and threatening to start a tickle fight. Renee knew you didn’t have the power to take her down. Guaranteed she was just as ticklish as you, had the same spots, but barely handing simple light feet tickles you were in for a losing game. Plus you bad mouthing her you were definitely getting punished in the next five seconds.

“Really? Let me find some other spots around here that can make you laugh just as loud.”, Renee said, setting your feet down but is ready to attack your upper body. Before you held back and tried getting Renee she was already on top of you, sensing the fear in your eyes. Her fingers already start the countdown to your tummy. You close your eyes, thinking her fingers would magically disappear, expect it’s an inch closer to your tummy.

“Sorry in advance if I burst your eardrums.”, You say as a warning before the tickle fest began.

“Oh sweetie, you can never persuade me to not hear that laugh. Especially if I’ve been begging for it for months.”, Renee says, immediately scribbling your tummy and up the ribs. You laugh uncontrollably, being unable to move from Renee being on top of you. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed the tickling from all the pressure that’s been put on you from work. Somehow being tickled was the missing key from the long term depression.

“EEEEHAHAHAHAHA!!”, Your loud laughter strikes again. It doesn’t bother Renee one bit, I mean she’s a performer loud noises come at her all the time. Besides hearing her fans sing her songs, this is the type of sound she rather hear.

“What happened to you saying you’ll tickle me back? I’m not going that hard on you.”, She was, reaching for your armpits that made it impossible to get her back. Despite your pits being the most ticklish it was your most favorite spot to be tickled. Without being asked you had your arms up for Renee to have free range. It made Renee gush so hard over you whenever you did that. The amount of trust for you to let Renee willingly tickle your armpits until mercy and you still had your arms raised made her content.

A few minutes later she stopped, letting you take a small break. Renee sort of knows your limits before you even say a word. She grabs you some cold water, snuggling you a bit before you decide to continue on to the tickling. The way you were so comfortable and safe with the tickling made you blurt out something Renee didn’t expect.

“Is it weird that I’m insecure about my loud ass laugh?”, You say, thinking it’s a completely normal question to ask.

“Is that why you warned me on your laugh earlier.”, Renee asks, and you nod your head. You drop a piece of childhood lore about how a lot of your friends made fun of your laugh. Said it was too loud or too annoying, so it caused you to portray a fake laughter outside. Which is why you’ve been cautious about your laugh around Renee, up until tonight when the real laugh came out. You were expecting a long lecture, Renee talking about loving all your insecurities no matter what. But actions spoke more than words, and rather she should show you with more tickles on how your laugh means to her.

“WAIT IM NOT REASY HAHAHAHAH!!”, You were in fact ready. You were ready the moment you overshared to Renee. She pulled you into a tickle hug, peppering you with kisses alongside your ear and neck. Your loud laughter came back again, adding a bit extra volume from the side scribbles. Somehow the secret ingredient to your laugh were a good amount of teases and kisses.

“There’s that laugh! I should kiss you more for being so cute!”

[aforestescape]

simon ‘ghost’ riley - roommates

-the one where: simon helps you with your wash day routine

content includes: no warnings, just a fluffy little post i made based off a prompt. gender neutral. readers hair is described as curly and based off of my own hair routine as a black person:). also selectivelymute!simon because he’s my muse

having been living with you for a few months, simon had noticed how every weekend you’d carry out an array of products over to the kitchen sink. he was steadily growing used to the routine of his life surrounding yours. after his morning workouts he’d make sure the sink was clean before you woke, least you have to snark him again for the dirty plates making your task take longer.

usually he was too busy to stop and just relax with you. traveling for work often and busy with his own responsibilities. but he’d found that this was one of his favorite times to catch you. there was something about watching you bent over the sink, fingers scrunching shampoo into your scalp. muttering and complaining to yourself about how much of a workout this was for your arms. it filled him with a sense of calm and belonging in this tiny corner of the world.

after a few times of him hovering by the kitchen table you even let him help you. so here he stood just to the side of your frame. his thick, calloused fingers scratching product and buildup off your scalp. he was so gentle with his touches despite you telling him you weren’t tender headed.

you liked how soft he was with you though so you didn’t bring it up more than once. you just stood bent over the sinks counter with your eyes closed. head rested against a fluffy towel as he let the sinks spray run through your strands.

after shampooing, he moved over to the next product. grabbing the new hair mask you’d been trying out and twisting the top off. he takes a small dollop of the sweet smelling mask and smooths it into the section of your hair. running it from root to end before moving to unclip another section and starting the process again.

when he’s done you lift your head from the sink and let out a breath. as you slip on your shower cap to let the mask sit he can’t help smiling down at you. scarred skin pulling around his pink soft lips. you look so perfect to him like this. like something he’s started to define as home. a real one, nothing like the one he grew up in.

you catch his dopey smile and raise an eyebrow at him. he doesn’t reply to the questioning look. just reaches his hand up to gently tug on a curl that managed to escape your cap. you swat his fingers away, moving over to the kitchen table to sit at while you wait.

he moves right behind you, big frame trailing you like an obedient dog. he takes the seat across from you and stares at you in silence.

“your hair is really soft after you wash it,” he signs to you absently. you offer him a small smile, tilting your head.

“yeah? you’ve told me a few times. but i’ve gathered from how much you seem to enjoy touching it.”

when the fifteen minutes are up simon washes out the product and then moves on to the next step. conditioning and detangling section by section before rinsing. he helps you carry all the product back to your drawer full of hair supplies in your bathroom. cleans the kitchen sink and counter while you get started on moisturizing and oiling your hair.

he comes back into the bathroom to you sectioning off your curls to braid them. he stands behind you, brown eyes tracking your fingers quick movement as you go. while you focus on your hair he sneaks a hand up to touch your curls again. you roll your eyes in the mirror, that small sappy smile on your face.

simon hopes next time you’ll let him attempt to braid your hair.

[bullet-prooflove]

TornApart!Series Part Four: Real Talk - Jubal Valentine x Reader (feat: Stuart Scola)

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Torn!Apart Series:

Part One: Nothing To Tell - Rina forces Jubal to make a choice.

Part Two: Pause - Jubal breaks your heart.

Part Three: One Sip - Jubal knows all it takes is one sip.

Scola hasn’t been home; Jubal knows that because he’s still wearing the same suit that he was yesterday and there are bags under his eyes. The other man moves stiffly as he flicks on the kettle and waits for it to boil. If Jubal were to guess he’d say the other man had spent the night at your place. He can tell because the scent of lavender and sandalwood from the shower oil you use, clings to Scola’s skin.

“The two of us should talk.” Scola says removing Jubal’s mug from the draining board and setting it down alongside his. He uses a French press and beans that cost over thirty dollars a bag to make the two of them coffee.

“You were with her last night.” Jubal states, his hands wrapping around the mug.

“I stayed over.” Scola informs him taking a sip from his cup. “I took the couch like a gentleman and took a shower this morning. This thing between the two of you, it has her all messed up.”

Jubal bows his head, staring into the depths of the coffee.

“Yea, she’s not the only one.” Jubal says, his thumb chasing up along the side of his mug.

“She says it’s because of Rina.” Scola tells him, ducking his head so he can meet Jubal’s gaze. “That you still have feelings for her? I have seen you when that woman walks into the JOC, and you look like you would rather face a firing squad.”

“That would be true…” Jubal admits.

“So…” Scola implores.

Jubal sighs because this weight he’s been carrying, it’s too fucking much. He’s tried, he really has but the truth is he’s drowning. It feels like he’s stranded in the middle of the ocean, wave after wave washing over his head.

“Rina, she’s…” He purses his lips together grimly before he meets Scola’s gaze. “She threatened to send Stefani back to Undercover Operations if I didn’t break it off.”

For the first time in Scola’s life, he’s speechless, his eyebrows furrow into a frown as he considers the implications. If that happens, it would be catastrophic. He remembers how closed off you were when the two of you had met. The time it had taken to build trust. He knows about all the shitty things that happened to you whilst you were under, how they affected you.

“I couldn’t let that happen.” Jubal says quietly. “After everything she went through…”

Silence falls between them as they consider your secrets, the ones you’ve disclosed to each of them. They both love you in their own ways. Both will do whatever it takes to make sure your protected.

“We need a plan.” Scola says, clasping his hands together. “There’s nothing stopping her from putting through the transfer the next time you do something to piss her off.”

“I don’t know what to do.” Jubal tells him, rubbing his hands over his face. “I’ve been going over it in my head, and I can’t see a way out of this.”

“We need to bring in Isobel and the others.” Scola says.

“I don’t think…”

“Jubal, the reason this is eating you up inside is because you’ve been trying to deal with it alone.” Scola tells him forcefully. “Lean on us, lean on the team, it’s what we’re here for.”

“And Stefani?” Jubal says, his palm rubbing across his goatee. “What do I do about her?”

“Tell her the truth.” Scola recommends. “Right now, she thinks you’re in love with someone else and it’s killing her.”

“Yea.” Jubal says, pulling out his phone as it chirps to life. “Yea, I’ll reach out.”

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[melles1276]

NEW CHAPTER IS ONLINE!

Excerpt:

Chapter 17 - We have a deal

The room is dark when Steve opens his eyes and listens to the silence.

After Bucky had fallen asleep for the umpteenth time, Steve had spent the remaining hours trying to reach someone by radio, but had been unsuccessful so far. Meanwhile, he had also tried to make himself useful - offering to help was the least he could do after the hospitality shown to them both. So he and Fahim looked after the sheep - and it felt good to be able to contribute something to the community.

Afterwards he treated himself to a cold shower by pouring the well water straight from the bucket over his head. He had never been so grateful for an ice-cold shower. Tahira, a young widow, at least that's how he understood it, had noticed this, put a bar of soap into his hand, and then gave him fresh clothes from her late husband. Tomorrow he would ask Jamila again for soap so he could at least offer to wash Bucky's greasy hair.

After Bucky had woken up sometime later in the afternoon and, much to his relief, was lucid again, he had had another snack with him. Ahmad's family spent the rest of the evening with them and kept them company. Although Bucky was too weak to take part in long conversations, Steve got the impression that the man had overheard large parts of the dialogues. At some point the family said goodbye, and he went to bed exhausted and soon fell asleep.

Now he lays in the darkness with his heart beating rapidly. Something has woken him from his sleep, but he can’t figure it out.

Has he just imagined the sound? Where did it come from?

The only source of light is an oil lamp hanging from a hook in the ceiling, its wick turned so low that it cast only a dim beam of light.

“Steve?”

In an instant he’s wide awake and at Bucky's side. He can't make out much in the diffuse light, but he thinks he can see that Bucky is conscious. Still, he holds his breath in tension as his mind runs through all the possible scenarios. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly, but nevertheless full of nervousness.

His mind is still foggy, but a feeling is all the more clear and brooks no delay, so Bucky stammers: “I…I, um, need to pee.”

Steve laughs involuntarily. “That are… good news,” he grins with relief. Then he becomes serious again. "OK. Then…” he looks around. “There’s nothing here where you…do you think you can stand up? We’ll go out if that’s possible?”

Since he doesn’t want to wet himself, he has no other choice, but to comply. “Hm-hm,” he grumbles.

“Wait, I’ll help you.” Carefully, he reaches under his arms and slowly pulls Bucky into a sitting position. He automatically puts his hand on his friend’s forehead. The fever has gone down, which also explains Bucky's relatively good condition. Still, he wants to be on the safe side, so he asks: "How do you feel?"

“I’ve felt worse,” Bucky replies, muttering. That isn't entirely true, as he hasn't  been in a situation like this before, but he also doesn’t want to panic Steve too much. In truth, he feels bad, but he keeps that to himself.