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icarusredwings · 4 months ago

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

People:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feelings/emotions:

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

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

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

Those two are easily mixed up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

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nmakii · 29 days ago

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AND BRUSH, AND BRUSH MY HAIR

— chigiri hyoma x long haired!reader

alt title: chigiri would be my bff bf!!! sighs me and my waist length hair against the world

well… obviously he loves your long hair. he thinks it frames your face perfectly >_<

one of the best past times to spend tgt as a couple is being in his lap while he brushes your hair out. if your hair is long because it’s a hassle to always get a haircut, he wont let you braid his hair in return. :x only if you love your hair as much as he does teehee

++ if you guys ever share an apartment and bathroom, the shelf is gonna be full of hair products…

also loves to shampoo your hair if you’re too tired to do it… something super intimate about letting him exfoliate your scalp as his finger thread through the tangles in your hair. it’s a simple luxury that only you and he’d know the pleasure of

he luvs trying out hair hacks with you. “babe..! i just saw this hack that says your hair grows healthier and longer faster if you use rosemary oil and rice water..! …where’s the rosemary?”

he thinks ur long hairs perfect… doesnt want you to ever cut it… and if you do end up cutting it, it’s gonna be like that meme “told my girl not to cut her hair. she did it anyway and she looked fine af. this is why women shouldnt listen to their man”

if you ever have an important event going on, and you need to look glammed up, he’s MORE than happy to wake up at 5 AM or whatever to style your hair. he luvs u ofc <3

“it’s not too tight, is it?” chigiri asks as he ties the braid he tied on the side, holding your hair from getting into your face. “yeah, it’s perfect, hyo. thank you.” you hum.

“right. well, good luck at your party, babe. hopefully there isn’t someone who tries to steal you away from me while im not there.” he huffs. “heeh, good luck at your game too, tonight. and don’t worry, ill tell them im taken by a gorgeous man.” you enunciate your words, buttering him up and making his heart turn into jelly.

chigiri abashedly, yet smugly grins. “tch… gorgeous? more like drop-dead charming…”

you scoff, taking your purse as he walks you to the door. “hmm… hyo, what would you do if i wanted to cut my hair?” you ask. of course it was a hypothetical, but it was something you were seriously starting to concern…

“haah? how come? you’re super pretty with it, i won’t like brushing your hair if it’s short..” he huffs, the frown on his pretty lips making him seem adorable. “i know… i like my hair too, but i feel like it’s getting too long… like, there has to be a limit somewhere, right?”

he shakes his head. “well…if you like it, you shouldn’t cut it. when it comes to you, you could have obnoxiously long hair like rapunzel— like, to the point where it’s in my face when we cuddle, and ill still think you should grow it longer.” he hums, a hand unconsciously finding its way to you. “plus, why cut it when it makes your title as ‘world’s prettiest girl’ so much more obvious to everyone else?”

he’s trying to spoil you with compliments. he knows that getting you weak in the head would let him get his way. of course he definitely doesn’t use this power for evil… this was just a desperate occasion. “i mean… once, i dropped my pen, so i bent down to get it… and my hair was on my arm, and i thought it was a lizard and i jumped..!” you recount a story from two weeks ago.

“…pfft… ahaha..!” he laughs. “that just means you should keep your hair out of your face… see? a simple braid like what i did for you right now would be enough.” he rebuts your reasons for cutting your hair.

“…whatever.” you groan. “im still on the fence about whether i should do it anyway.” chigiri nods. “well then, don’t cut it. it’d be like you’re cutting a part of my soul away.”

you scoff. dramatic, much? chigiri rolls his eyes at your disbelief. “you laugh, but i’m serious..! just let me be a little bit selfish… and, don’t cut your hair…” he pleads.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk fluff #chigiri hyoma #bllk chigiri #chigiri x reader #blue lock chigiri #chigiri x you #chigiri fluff #hyoma #hyoma chigiri

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sunnie-angel · 21 days ago

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A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Part 5: Homecoming

fem!jason todd x fem!reader summary: jay's finally home and she's got some promises to keep tags: somnophilia, oral sex, fingering, biting, strapping, resolved sexual tension rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 2.5k a/n: so this is the last of my pre-written chapters. i'm putting this series on temporary hiatus, but there is an outline for the second half i just have to actually sit down and finish writing it.

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The sound of the key in the front door has you tripping in your haste to get off the couch. You come careening around the corner just in time to watch Jay drop her duffle bag on the welcome mat with a thud before you’re on her. She catches you one handed, arm a crushing bar around your lower back. Jay honest to god dips you, spins you around until you’re on your toes and dips you into a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. Her hair is a wild mess where it drapes around your face. Breathless she spins you upright, pulls back and rests her forehead against yours.

“Miss me?” she teases and it’s all you can do not to burst into tears now that she’s finally home. “Hey, hey, none of that now,” she murmurs pulling you close. “Thought my baby girl’d be happy I’m back.”

“I am! I am, just missed you s’all,” you reassure her, hands tangling in the fabric of her t-shirt. Tentatively you rise back up on your tiptoes to kiss her when the most awful growling noise erupts from her tummy. You giggle until your sides hurt, her face going from embarrassed to sheepish in the span of seconds.

“Was in a rush to get home,” she says, colour dusting her cheeks.

“Go shower Miss Saved the World,” you tell her, then press a quick kiss to her lips. “Got some leftover rice from dinner, pretty sure I can whip you up something quick.”

“Sorry,” Jay says, dropping a grateful kiss to your forehead before dragging her bag with her to the washing up area.

It’s easy to simmer the eggs and chicken together, the sounds of the pipes running hot water coming from the bathroom. With a start you realize you’re humming, mirin and soy sauce getting added to the beat of the song. Warmth bubbles up in your throat as you hear the water turn off, the sounds of Jay puttering around finally filling the apartment again. A waft of steam escapes from the bathroom door just as you turn off the heat on your pan. The barstool’s legs scrape the linoleum as it gets pulled back in tandem with you carefully pouring out the mixture on top of the rice. Proud of your efforts, you place the bowl on the counter in front of her with a flourish. She catches your hand and presses a soft kiss to your warm palm, her gaze a mixture of grateful and tender.

“Wait! Wait!” you interrupt her before she can dig in. You turn around and start rooting through the freezer. “Knew I forgot something– aha!” Triumphant you pull out a baggie of frozen chopped green onion and sprinkle it across her bowl. “Okay now you can eat.”

With a fond huff she tucks in, eyes dropping closed at the first bite. A final weight lifts off of your chest as she suddenly goes ravenous, attacking her makeshift dinner with the feral attitude of someone that hasn’t eaten well in a while. Jay lets you hold her hand as she eats, bears your careful inspection of her knuckles with their fading bruises without a word but tightens her hold on your fingers whenever you try to let go. Sighing heavily, she leans back full and sated.

“You treat me too well,” she says, stomach warm and full.

“Nah, just the way you deserve,” you reply honestly. Still keeping hold of her hand, you hug her from behind, burying your face in her damp hair. It didn’t smell right when you stole some of her shampoo while she was gone, something essentially Jay missing from it. It smells like her now and you breath it in.

“Said a lot of things about how I was gonna treat you,” she murmurs, lax in your arms and eyes still closed.

“Later,” you tell her. “Right now you’re more likely to fall asleep face first in my pussy and I don’t need that blow to my ego.” You card your fingers through her hair and feel her shake with laughter.

“Probably,” she admits.

“Go sleep it off and just let me enjoy having you home for a bit. Go!” you urge her and finally she listens. Plants a kiss to your cheek before stumbling off to the darkened bedroom. It doesn’t take long to clean up, mostly putting things to soak in the sink for you to deal with in the morning. By the time you make it to the bedroom, Jay’s already fast asleep. With a smile, your curl up behind, arm looping around her waist to keep her close. You’re not letting her out of your sight anytime soon.

The dream is warm. A kaleidoscope of memory folding together. Jay holding you close, Jay kissing down your chest, Jay looking up at you from between your thighs like some dangerous creature just breaking the surface of the water. She kisses your inner thighs like she did on that rainy day two months ago. Pets and blows on your mound the same way she did last spring. Parts your folds with eager fingers to nibble at your clit like she did right before the first time she fucked you. You breath out a heavy sigh, plaintive as she starts to build up a rhythm. Dreams of Jay are always welcome – frequent now that she’s not here to help you relive those memories – even if you always wake with a cry and the feeling of clenching down around nothing.

This time, the dream feels even more real than usual. You can practically feel the heat of her breath on your cunt, the blunt shape of her nails as the drag along your skin. You grind your hips down, dig your heels into the mattress and toss your head side to side as you chase your pleasure, desperate to come before the dream ends and you’re left with your empty bed.

Something solid prods at your hole and you wake with a gasp, sleepy confusion making you slow and stupid as Jay curls a finger inside of you. She suckles on your clit and your back arches as the sensation lights you up.

“J-jay?” you call out, hands blindly searching for the back of her head between your legs. “You’re really home?” It comes out more vulnerable than you’d expected, voice hitching into a high pitched whine as she curls a second finger into you.

“Never leaving home again if my baby girl can’t tell the difference between me’n a dream,” she growls into your thigh before biting down, teeth sharp as she litters the skin with blooming marks. Thumb steady on your clit she keeps finger fucking you, slick dripping down her wrist. She finds the gummy part of your cunt she’s been hunting for, hooks her fingers in and pulls just as she latches onto your clit again. You come on her face with a squeal, head falling back as the electricity rips through you. She pats your thigh patronizingly.

“There she is, there’s my good girl.” She kisses her way up your trembling body, the burning warmth of her skin telling you she lost her pyjama shirt a long time ago. “Came for me so quickly, your cunt knows exactly who she belongs to, doesn’t she,” she coos at you, a hand reaching out to tweak at your breast. Reflexively your body arches up into her and she grins. “But I made a promise, didn’t I? Said I was gonna make you scream.” Jay rolls her hips against you and you can feel the hard, cool tip of her strap notch at your entrance. “Scream for me, okay baby girl?”

The strap slides home in one long thrust that has your body pulled tight, head dropped back and slack jawed as she pries open your still sensitive cunt. Jay mouths at your throat, sucks a necklace of pretty marks as she slowly draws back and then slams back in. You keen as the textured length of the cock scrapes your insides, fat girth bigger than anything you’d let yourself take in her absence. All the tiredness has drained out of you, replace by something simmering in your blood. You can hear the wet sloppy sounds your cunt makes as she thrusts into you again, her hips hitting yours. She hooks a hand under your knee and readjusts the position of your hips before drilling back down into you.

You gurgle as she hits something you think might be your cervix, deeper than she’s ever been before. She’s carving a place for herself inside of your cunt, walls stretched thin around her. Your whole body jolts up the bed with every thrust and it’s all you can do hang on.

“Jay, Jay need it. Need more, please,” you beg her, her strap fucking you just right.

You claw at her back when her calloused fingers find your clit again, moaning loud and wanton as she picks up the pace. Pleasure bloating in your gut as sparks start to collect under her fingers, your cunt clenching. She leans down to kiss you and you can taste yourself raw on her tongue, still dripping with the leftovers of your first orgasm. Jay pinches your clit and you come with a scream, whole body spasming under her as she fucks you through it. Your vision goes blurry and your thighs twitch around her hips but she keeps going.

“Don’t I always keep my promises?” she purrs, voice thick. “Keep you well fucked in my bed, my sweet girl?” Jay slows the roll of her hips to slow, filthy grinds. Threads both hands through yours and pins you to the bed with her full body, the vulnerability of the position making you gasp high in your throat. Knuzzles into your cheek with the tip of her nose. “Knew you’d wait for me.”

“Didn’t like you gone,” you whimper. “Missed you too much.”

“Missed you too,” she says, rests her forehead against yours. Lingers just out of reach to kiss you, shares your air, your greedy gasps. “Missed my little love.” Finally she givens and kisses you. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” She grinds her strap into you. “Couldn’t think without wonderin’ about you, ‘bout that picture.” Jay kisses the corner of your mouth as you pant at her hips undulating. “Wanted you chatterin’ in my ear ‘stead of the others. Fillin’ up the room with laugher.” You squeeze her hands, her damp hair tickling the sides of your face.

“Don’t leave again,” you beg her.

“Love you too much to let you outta my sight,” she reassures you.

“You– you love me?” you repeat back in wonder, heat rising in your cheeks. She stops moving and you mewl at the loss.

“I– what? I’m literally balls deep in you at 4 in the morning and you want to know if I love you?” She asks. You try to hide your face in the pillows but she won’t have any of it.

“You’ve never said it before,” you tell her shyly.

“Yes, baby girl, I love you. I’ve loved you since the minute I walked into that bar and saw you sittin’ there all doe eyed. Happy?” she says exasperatedly, punctating her last word with a filthy grind that has your clit throbbing. You grin and bury your face in her shoulder. Her words put to rest an annoying little part of your mind that hadn’t been able to put the what if aside since the moment she left.

“Love you Jay,” you mumble into her skin.

“What’s that?” She says, pretending not to hear you. “Gonna need you to speak up a bit.”

“Love you love youloveyouloveyou,” you slur as she fucks you until you’re keening, words warm and true. Her brows scrunch up the way they do when she’s close, mouth dropping open as she works the both of you closer to the edge. Your third orgasm rolls over you, takes you by surprise and washes you clean as you tremble and shake under the weight of Jay’s solid body. She kisses you, soft nips that have you chasing after the comfort of her mouth.

“Such a good girl for me, my little love,” Jay coos into your hair.

The alarm doesn’t wake you up in the morning. It’s the kettle, the one Jay insists makes the best tea because it boils the water right on the stovetop, the one she always forgets is loud enough to reach the bedroom if the door isn’t shut fully, that wakes you with it’s rattling whistle. There’s a book face down on the pillow besides you, the cracked spine softly touched by sunlight. With a sigh you roll back over and close your eyes, still hopeful the last of your tiredness is still enough to pull you back under for a few more minutes before your alarm goes off and you have to drag yourself out of bed and off to work. Wait.

With a shriek you try and rush out of bed, uncoordinated, sore limbs only tangling you up in the blankets and almost causing you to faceplant onto the carpet. Your elbow stings with the slight friction of the rugburn buts its going to be nothing compared to showing up to work 4 hours late if the wall clock is right. Whatever dignified noise you made must have been louder than the teakettle because suddenly Jay’s there to help you up.

“Hey, hey what’s all this then? Miss me that much?” she jokes and you scowl. You can’t afford to get your asshole of a manager any more on your case than he already is.

“I was supposed to be at work 4 hours ago,” you seethe, still not quite angry enough to pull back from her touch after so long. “Did you turn off my alarm?!”

“Yup,” she says unapologetically. Before you can storm off to the bathroom, she wraps you up in her arms even as you hiss and scowl. “Aaaand I also called in and said you were taking the day off because your fiance was back from deployment.”

“I— bu- what?” you sputter. Jay just presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Real piece of work that manager, said if it was for one of our brave boys then you could take tomorrow off too,” she hums.

“You told my dick of a boss with his Top Gun hard on that my fiance – who does not exist – is back from a deployment – that didn’t happen – and he just gave me two days off without any notice,” you spell out slowly, still trying to figure out at what point you had slipped into a different universe.

“Well there might have been a little—” she pitches up into a tearful voice “—we didn’t know if Richard was going to make it, but he’s alive and asking for her.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you tell her, rolling your eyes affectionately at her.

“Yeah, ridiculously in love with you,” she says semi-seriously. She plants a kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you tell her and savour the warmth of finally having her home.

#jason todd x reader #fem!jason todd #fem!jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #fem!red hood #sunnie writes 🌻#a fever you can't sweat out series

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am-i-interrupting · 9 months ago

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Showering with Vox

He’ll say he’s waterproof but this man is water resistant.

He can get water on him without a problem but as soon as it gets in one of his ports, it’s time for a rice bath.

Still, he will try to insist that he can take a shower with you when you don’t want a bath.

He’ll slip into the shower with you.

“I’m not fixing you this time.”

He likes feeling your skin glide under his touch.

He’ll scrub at your skin with a cloth and message your shoulders and muscles.

He’ll lather shampoo in your hair and gently scratch at your scalp.

Then he’ll run conditioner through your hair.

He pulls you close against him as it sits.

This is why he gets in the shower with you despite the risk.

He loves the atmosphere of it all. The lights being dimmed by mist, the feel of your body pressed against his, the warmth in the air from the water.

He adores it, savors it.

These are some of his favorite moments filled with playful teasing and sexual innuendos interlaced with sincere words of praise.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader

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cheollipop · 2 years ago

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chicken rice porridge

navi | taglist | pt.1

pairing: choi san x gn!reader

w.c.: 2.2k

tags: FLUFF, seriously so fluffy I could cry, non-sexual nudity (<;3)

After catching his cold, San laboured to make sure you didn't have to lift a finger, holding you so tightly in his warm embrace that the sniffles had no choice but to go away.

A/N: I cried, giggled, blushed, then threw up writing this. Also, thank you so so so so so much for all the love you guys gave me on pt.1, I appreciate you all sm! I hope you like this one as well! :")

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The bags crinkled as San hauled them through your front door, knuckles white as they bore their weight. He nudged the door with his hip, waiting for it to click shut before slipping his shoes off and turning the corner into the living room.

"No, no! What are you doing?" He whined, rushing to the kitchen and dropping the heavy bags on the island before speed-walking towards the couch where you sat, working on the document your boss had sent you earlier. "Babe, you need to rest!"

"I'm almost done," you kept your eyes fixed on the screen, bloodshot and teary, burning as the bright light hit them. "Wait-" You gripped the width of the device as San ripped it off your lap.

"No. No more working."

"Sannie, please. Just five more minutes," you pouted, tugging the laptop towards you; his grip around it did not budge.

"You already took the day off, you can do it when you feel better."

You huffed, knowing that he wouldn't relent, and your fingers eased around the laptop, allowing San to slip it out of your hands. He quickly saved the document before shutting the lid, gently setting it on the coffee table, away from the pile of tissues you had been collecting.

He had felt guilty for making you sick, but seeing the soft pout adorning your lips, he felt slightly better. You were so cute. Taking your appearance in – greasy hair tangled and disheveled, red nose sniffling while you wiped at your teary eyes, lips cracked and dry, your tongue peeking out to wet them every so often – he couldn't help but smile. Even now, he still found you beautiful. It was almost sickening how infatuated he was with you.

"Let's get you washed up," he spoke, voice sweet as honey, a fond smile on his lips.

–

Submerging yourself into the steaming bath, your muscles relaxed as warmth engulfed your body. Your head rested on the edge of the tub, San behind you, hands running over your shoulders and softly squeezing the soft skin. You hummed contently, sinking further into the water, your eyes fluttering shut.

San worked silently, palms rubbing up and down your arms, then back up your shoulders, massaging the back of your neck, gently digging his fingers into the stiff muscle.

"Feels good," you muttered, melting into his touch.

San leaned forward and pressed his lips to your temple. He turned on the shower head and pressed it to your scalp, waiting until the water saturated your hair before turning it back off. With one hand running through the wet strands, his other reached for the shampoo bottle next to him, opening it and squeezing some into his hand. Rubbing the shampoo between his palms, he watched the suds form before spreading them onto your hair, the floral scent permeating the air around you. Your eyes remained shut as you breathed out a sigh, reveling in the scratch of San's blunt nails against your scalp.

You didn't feel yourself slumping down until his breathy chuckle echoed in the room. "Babe, you're going to drown."

You pulled yourself up, giggling as you rested your head back, safely situated in the tub again. He held your face in his hands, thumbs brushing against your cheek and coating them with the leftover soap before leaving you to grab the shower head again. He turned the water back on, making sure to flush out every last bubble, running his fingers through the now-clean locks. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead, your eyes opening to meet his, cheeks blushing at the way he was looking at you – the corners of his eyes wrinkling, dimples peeking out to greet you, his smile so warm it made the bath water feel icy against your skin.

"Don't stare too hard, you might fall in love," he teased, dimples sinking further into his skin, eyes almost forming perfect crescents.

"It might be a little too late for that," a shy smile tugged at your lips and his finger booped your nose, pinching your cheek gently before pulling himself up.

He simply stood there to admire you, hands at his hips with nothing but fondness gracing his features. You instinctively curled in on yourself, suddenly feeling exposed. San picked up on your timidness, letting his head drop so he could hide the grin splitting his face. You were so cute. He chose not to comment on the bright red coating on your cheeks, moving towards the door after placing a fluffy towel next to the clothes he'd set out for you.

"I'm going to change your sheets," he put his palm out to dodge your incoming complaints. "Call me when you're done, I'll be happy to help you dress." The wink he sent your way almost gave you a heatstroke. With a breathy chuckle and dimples on show, he walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You sat up, sighing and slapping your hands against your heated cheeks. Sickness was nothing compared to having to deal with your boyfriend. Choi San will be the death of you.

–

Walking out of the stuffy bathroom, dressed in a clean set of clothes – a hoodie you'd stolen from San and a pair of sweatpants – you made your way through the apartment, peeking your head into the kitchen where you’d heard your boyfriend clattering around.

San stood behind the island, hands working on tying the apron strings behind his back, ingredients scattered over the marble. Your eyes zero in on the rather huge knife – your sharpest one – sitting on the wooden cutting board in front of him.

"Sannie?"

His head jerked upwards, features easing when he saw you practically swimming in his clothes, a smile instantly curving the corners of his lips. "Feel better?"

You nod, stepping towards him slowly, eyes fixed on the knife. "What… are you doing?"

"Making porridge for my sweetest (Y/n)."

Your heart did a little jump at how easily the words rolled off his tongue, heat rushing to your cheeks. You got distracted by his words, too busy calming the butterflies in your stomach to notice him reaching for the knife. It scraped against the wood as he lifted it, startling you back to the present.

"No!" Your hands reached out to hold his wrist, untangling the knife from between his fingers and safely depositing it back on the wooden board.

He looked at you, eyebrows raised and his mouth forming a surprised 'o'. "Baby?"

He had seemed so excited to cook for you; you almost gave in and left him to do as he pleased. But then you remembered the last time he wanted to make you a meal, having to evacuate his apartment as smoke took over the rooms; he had to buy a new stovetop. And the time he decided it would be a great idea to use the biggest knife he could find to chop an apple and had to get seven stitches. Moral of the story: Choi San should not be allowed in the kitchen.

"Let's just order in." You wrapped your arms around one of his, feeling his biceps flex against your chest.

His bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows drawing in. "But I want to cook for you. I even asked your mum for the recipe."

Your heart clenched so hard at the visual of San putting his phone on speaker to write down the recipe your mother was dictating to him, his tongue poking out the corner of his lips in concentration. You almost doubled over simply imagining it. Looking up at him, your heart did that funny thing again as you met his sulky expression – eyes staring off to the side, wrinkles between his eyebrows, fiddling his fingers where they sat on the island. You wanted to kiss his pout away but held yourself back – you didn't want to start a cycle of germ-sharing (again). Deciding to spare him from the harsh truth – that his cooking might send you to the afterlife before any virus could – you tell a little, white lie.

"But I reeaaally want tteokbokki," you mirror his pouty lips, tugging at his arm. "I haven't craved anything in days, Sannie, pleease?"

You smiled to yourself, sitting on the couch, huddled between three different blankets, pillows surrounding you from every direction. San shut the front door, carrying the bag of takeout into the living room and setting it on the table in front of you.

"Okay! Let's eat." He rubbed his palms together, untying the plastic bag and taking the containers out.

He sat on the table in front of you, breaking apart the chopsticks and balancing the container on his knees. Scooping up a rice cake, he rolled it in the sauce and brought it to your lips. "Open up."

He looked overjoyed, like a puppy who finally got to go on a walk after having to wait all night for his owners to wake up. You did as he said, biting on the chewy rice cake, sighing as you swallowed, warmth spreading through you.

"Sannie, come sit next to me," you patted the cushion next to you, tugging on his sleeve from where you were, drowning between the fleece blankets he had wrapped you in.

"But I want to feed you!" He complained, already working on grabbing more food with the chopsticks, stuffing it in your mouth before you could argue.

"Fine," you pouted as you chewed. "But you should eat too," you spoke, words muffled as San continued to shovel tteokbokki into your mouth.

He only smiled, grabbing his own chopsticks and taking a bite from his portion, turning back around to feed you like God himself had ordered him to.

"Shlow down-" You sucked in desperate breaths through the food blocking your airway, almost choking, San rubbing your back until you swallowed it down. You smacked his arm and he yelped, rubbing over his bicep. "I can't breath through my nose, are you trying to kill me?"

He muttered a quiet sorry, but the restrained smile on his lips, threatening to erupt into a whole-hearted grin, made you believe otherwise – that he wasn’t as sorry as he had claimed to be. But you couldn't be mad at him, secretly enjoying all the attention he was so generously giving you, not allowing you to lift a finger, showering you with his never-ending love. How could you ever complain?

After San finished feeding you your portion of tteokbokki – and half of his – you finally managed to pull him onto the couch with you. His arms circled around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. The Greatest Showman played on the TV across from you, and you settled on listening to San’s soft voice as he hummed along to the songs, his chest vibrating against your temple. His fingers ran through your now-dry hair, the back of your neck tingling at his ministrations.

Your eyes began to droop as the credits rolled in, blinking quickly to stop yourself from falling asleep. San twisted his neck to peek at you, trying his best to remain still in case you had fallen asleep. He breathed out a laugh through his nostrils, squeezing your shoulder and effectively pushing you closer into his chest.

“Does my darling want to sleep?”

You hummed, nuzzling your face into his neck, the skin warm against the tip of your nose. "Just want to cuddle," you slurred.

San's smile threatened to split his face in half. “Not that I’m not enjoying being your pillow, but I think we’d be more comfortable in bed.” He poked at your sides, making you squirm in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re hurting my head,” your fingers pawed at his face, trying to manually shut his lips, only to be met with his toothy smile.

Your hand dropped onto the shoulder opposite to the one your head rested on, eyelids falling shut despite your attempts at fighting your drowsiness. Inhaling the soft scent of bergamot diffusing off San’s skin, his fingers never ceasing their ministrations in your hair, you felt yourself slip into much-needed slumber, the fatigue encircling your body fading away as you lay within San’s embrace.

San felt as your body slumped against his, the steady rise and fall of your chest. He unfurled his fingers from your soft locks, wrapping his arm around your middle-back. With the other secured behind your knees, he rose to his feet, cradling you against his body and making his way to your bedroom. He made the fatal mistake of looking down at your resting face, noticing the smudge of tteokbokki at the corner of your parted lips, soft puffs of air blowing against the cotton of his shirt. He stood there, head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut, holding himself back from smothering your face with kisses.

You were so cute.

San forced himself to move, walking into your room and setting you down on the mattress. He pulled out a wet wipe from your drawer, wiping the remnants of your dinner from your lips, his eye twitching as he stopped himself from placing a kiss against the plush of your lips. Climbing into bed with you, he moved you into his arms again, wrapping you up in his warmth and pressing his lips against your forehead. San relished the feeling of the warm puffs of air against his neck, inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo while sleep tugged at his eyelids. He held you tightly, nuzzling his cheek against yours as he felt himself being dragged into slumber, hoping to meet you in his dreams.

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budsandberries · 1 year ago

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Nourish & Revive: Rice Water Shampoo for Dry, Damaged Hair, and Hair Growth (Paraben & Sulphate-Free)

Meet your hair's new superhero – Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo, the best rice water shampoo out there! It's like a magical elixir made from rice, specifically designed for hair growth. This rice hair shampoo isn't just any shampoo; it's the best one to boost those strands and make your hair happy. If you've been dreaming of longer and healthier hair, this is your go-to product. Think of it as the ultimate hair growth rice water shampoo, your secret weapon for achieving those fabulous locks. Say goodbye to ordinary and hello to the extraordinary with Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo!

Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo Benefits:

Healthy Hair: Revives dull and dry hair, making it healthy again.

Long-lasting Softness: Provides 120 hours of conditioning, keeping hair soft for an extended period.

Moisture Retention: Unlike shampoos with sulphates that can dry out hair, this shampoo retains natural oils, preventing dryness, itching, and frizz.

Increased Volume: Ideal for thin and scanty hair, it boosts volume and promotes hair growth.

Strength and Protection: Strengthens and nourishes hair, reducing breakage and split ends.

Silky Finish: Leaves hair silky and smooth.

Nutrient-Rich Formula: The shampoo is packed with nutrients for deep nourishment.

So, in a nutshell, it's a shampoo that not only cleans but also nourishes, strengthens, and adds volume to your hair, leaving it soft, silky, and healthy.

#hair growth rice water shampoo #rice water shampoo for hair #best rice water shampoo for hair growth #fermented rice shampoo

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ellejos · 2 years ago

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Hair Hacks

you cannot save your dead ends and the hair product industry is selling you lies. Get yourself an appointment and cut off the split ends! I'm a long hair girl myself so growing my hair is my ultimate goal, but not for the price of having damaged hair because in my honest opinion: healthy hair > long hair.

Personally I prefer natural colored hair but if you are into hair dye treat yourself (and especially your hair with moisturizing products).

Oiling your hair is key to shiny and healthy hair and you should do it regularly (create your own oil it's so much fun)

for the non curly girls: brush your hair daily but gently

apply a hair mask 2x a week

use gentle hair ties for overnight braids

don't wash your hair with too hot water and rinse with cold water, rice water, etc.

avoid tight hair styles

use heat protection and stop applying to much heat

do scalp massages to stimulate hair growth

use a claw clip instead of hair ties

use sulfate free shampoo only

invest in silk pillow cases (game changer but it took me some time to get used to it)

wash your brushes (could be a major factor for greasy hair)

do not over touch your hair

conditioner only belongs on the ends

use a microfibre towel or old t-shirt to dry your hair after showering

wash your hair 1-3 per week depending on your hair type

#hair care #that girl #clean girl #pink pilates princess #green juice girl #hair #hair hacks

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skinandhaircare1 · 7 months ago

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Can Rice Water Shampoo Help you with Hair Growth?

Introduction: Have you ever wondered about the secrets to achieving long, luscious locks? Amidst the plethora of hair care products available, one natural remedy has been gaining significant attention for its potential to promote hair growth: rice water shampoo. In this blog, we'll delve into the science behind how rice water can benefit your hair and skin and introduce you to Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo, a gentle yet effective solution free from harsh chemicals.

Understanding Rice Water's Role in Hair Growth: Rice water, a centuries-old beauty secret originating from Asia, is the starchy water left over after rinsing rice. While it may seem simple, rice water is rich in vitamins, minerals, and amino acids that can nourish and strengthen your hair follicles. Here's how it works:

Stimulates Circulation: Massaging rice water into your scalp can improve blood circulation, ensuring that essential nutrients reach your hair follicles, promoting healthier hair growth.

Strengthens Hair Shaft: The inositol, a carbohydrate found in rice water, penetrates deep into the hair shaft, strengthening it from within and reducing breakage, which can contribute to longer, stronger hair over time.

Balances pH Levels: Rice water has a pH similar to that of our hair, which helps to maintain the natural balance of oils on our scalp. Healthy hair growth relies on maintaining a balanced scalp environment.

Protects Against Damage: The amino acids present in rice water form a protective barrier around the hair shaft, guarding against environmental damage and preventing moisture loss, which can lead to dry, brittle hair.

Introducing Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo: When it comes to choosing the right rice water shampoo for promoting hair growth, it's essential to opt for a product that is gentle yet effective. Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo is a standout choice, formulated with natural ingredients and completely free from harsh chemicals like sulfates and parabens.

Why Choose Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo?

Natural Ingredients: Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo harnesses the power of rice water along with other botanical extracts to provide your hair with the nourishment it needs without any synthetic additives.

Gentle Yet Effective: This shampoo is suitable for all hair types, including dry and damaged hair, thanks to its mild formula that cleanses without stripping away essential oils.

Promoting Hair Growth: Through consistent application, Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo not only encourages hair growth but also fortifies hair follicles, enhances overall hair health, and addresses dryness and damage, granting you the lush, resilient locks you crave.

In conclusion, rice water shampoo can indeed help with hair growth by nourishing the scalp, strengthening the hair shaft, and protecting against damage. For a natural solution that delivers real results, consider making Buds and Berries Rice Water Shampoo a staple in your hair care routine. Say goodbye to hair woes and hello to healthier, happier locks!

#rice water shampoo #rice water shampoo for dry hair #rice water shampoo for damaged hair #rice shampoo #shampoo for damaged hair #shampoo for dry hair

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sturn-saturn · 5 months ago

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PLSSSS GIVE ME CURLY HAIR ROUTINE AND PROTUCTS. I HAVE CURLY HAIR AND I KNOW NOTHINGGGG. Your also so beautiful girl 😍✨️

MY CURLY HAIR ROUTINE!!!

for reference i have 3A/3B hair

shampoo and conditioner is the mielle rosemary mint line

i shampoo my hair really well. make sure to focus shampooing your roots to wash the build up off the roots

i condition my hair after and leave it in while i wash my face then i detangle with a wide tooth comb and rinse my hair

mielle rice water length retention spray

after my shower while my hair is still a bit wet but not to the point where it’s dripping on the floor i spray the rice water length retention spray all over my hair and comb it again to make sure it’s all over my hair

mielle rice water split end serum treatment

i then use the split end treatment on my ends to keep them moisturized and not nasty

mielle rosemary mint oil

i use VERY LITTLE of this oil. i put two or theee drops on my hand and rub it into my ends to ensure i keep my hair healthy

mielle rosemary mint styling cream

after coming all those products in, i take a few pumps of the styling cream and incorporate it all through my hair and i part my hair after. (make sure you’re adding water to your hair if it starts to dry because that helps with frizziness)

styling brush

i use a denman brush to style my curls. i part my hair and take small sections to brush through my hair at a certain angle and shake it a bit to help it curl up. (finger coiling is also a great method there’s many videos on this)

tresemme mousse

i flip my hair upside down and i take some mousse and SCRUNCHHHHHHHHH SCRUNCH SCRUNCH it into your hair

microfiber towel/cotton shirt

use either of these to scrunch your hair to remove excess water

diffuse

i put my diffuser on warm for the first 5 minutes of the medium speed to create somewhat of a cast which is caused from the mousse. i then turn up the heat and diffuse my hair til it’s 80% dry.

AGAIN with the rosemary mint oil

using some drops of the oil on your hands then scrunching your hair helps break the cast so your hair isn’t crunchy!!

tips:

- doing oil treatments often can help with hair growth and increase hair thickness

- wash your hair as often as you need to, if your hair gets greasy easily WASH IT, if it takes a couple days you don’t need to wash it especially curly hair because it can dry your hair out

- when showering, rinse your hair with cool water because hot water can dry your hair out

happy styling girl queens!!!!

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lilly-chou-chou · 4 months ago

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Skincare And Lifestyle Tips To Nourish Your Soul :-

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Hello, everyone!! I back at it again with brand new post! This time the topic we're going to dive into is skincare. Now I am a woman who has been doing skincare since she was practically 10 so it's been many many decades and what not, mind you I wasn't one of those sephora kids who are stupid enough to use retional at the age of 10 💀 my skincare back then consisted of just cleanser, toner, sum protecting lip balm and sunscreen.

Today I would like to give general skincare advice that is applicable for ALL skin types. Mind you if you have serious issues then do go to dermatologist because the tips I am giving today is to how to have better skin and very general stuff. Hope you guys like it!! <3 💕

Pre-Advice:-

Always know your skin type. This makes things way easier than people actually realize.

Don't always follow the trend because not everyone has similar skin and I doesn't matter ift hey claim to cure you so called problamatic spefic areas always ready the ingredients, be sure about it, consult with your doctor and then use it.

Patience patience patience. I cannot stress this enough, skincare takes time it may take 1 week or even whole 1 year to heal or to see the results. Don't go blaming products if you skip skincare or aren't using it properly. If you are getting rashes you aren't using correct products. If you have sensitive skin I highly suggest you to carefully select your products because anything can give you rashes or irritate your skin. Be careful and take care.

Step 1

Always make sure you know your skin, make sure you are 100% sure with what you want to tackle. The very first step of skincare and general wellbeing is knowing what you want to achieve, for example the sole reason I do skincare is to protect my skin and to make sure my body deserves better. There are many types of skincare routines, you are free to pick one and be dedicated to that.

My skincare consists ONLY of Korean and Japanese products, few of my favorite brands are suwalhsoo, innisfree, hadalabo and such. Skincare is an investment and I hate to say it but splurging on little expensive products REALLY DO make the difference and they do bring a lot of change. If you don't have the budget then I suggest buying trusted drugstore brands (I am kind of unfamiliar with them 😅) and stick to home remedies instead.

I am Asian and we are known to have thousands of home remedies that actually work. Some remedies that I use on daily basis are cucumber and rice water. For this you need to slice cucumber and soak them in rice water for 3-4hrs and put each slice on your face and let it sit for 20-25 mins and don't throw the starch rice water, you can use that in your hair after you shampoo and conditioner put that water in your scalp and massage it keep it for 10mins or so and wash it off for healthy hair, if you have black hair it looks so lustrous and shiny!!

Other remedy is using loose "wet" green tea leaves and mixing it with pure honey, now for this you need to use organic honey for best results. You can't just go and buy honey from grocery store, simply yuck! I suggest you go to organic market and splurge some on organic real honey. Mix those leaves and honey and put the paste on your lips and keep it for 10mins Or so and wash it off, you will get so nice, plumpy and soft lips.

If you don't wanna do all this work then you can simply use a really good lip balm, I used to use various types but in the end I realized that the lip balm they make for babies are the best because they are mild, made with baby safe ingredients so it's best for sensitive skin and it actually works. If you feel like you're too "grown up" to use baby lip balm then I highly suggest any dior lip balm, sure they are expensive but my lips have NEVER FELT SO PRETTY after using dior. Often times with luxury brands these makeup or skincare is either hit or miss but with dior oh! They ate!! It's so good!! You can also simply use innisfree green tea lip balm too, works wonders. Honestly just plain Vaseline also works wonders but choice is yours.

Step 2

Body! This is definitely a sensitive topic but fret not, it's not what you think. By this I mean what goes inside your body also plays a huge role in your skin and body, we need a balanced life by that I mean yea sure healthy greens and well balanced protein options are good but once in a while it's not bad to eat fast food, I absolutely hate how tiktok people say "chemicals" and refuse to use it like boo, everything is chemicals 💀 the only difference is good and bad chemicals. From toothpastes to even the gastric acid that is present inside our body is all chemicals, when will people learn this?

Few steps to have a nourished body are follows:-

Always drink probiotic drinks after you've had a heavy food at the END of the day. My favorite probiotic drink is yakult, it is best to drink at the end of the day because when you are at rest the good bacteria has great chance of working even more prominently.

This one goes out to all the people who can't live without spicy food. Yes, it's time to put down jalapeno, king chili, thai green chili, especially chili powders from India and give your stomach a rest for at least a day. This is a devastating news but I've had a lot of Indian friends who moved to white dominated country and their skin actually improved because food there is super bland and I'm talking full on painful pimples, acne and even healed stomach issues like ulcers, ALL GONE because of bland white people food 😭💀Yes, so you can definitely eat spicy food but don't overdo it in the name of "must have spicy food or I refuse to eat anything"

Please hydrate yourself, and I am sick of hearing "but water tastes bland, can I mix some juice powder?" Umm no?? If you hate the taste of water drink infused water. Some of my favorite infused water "recipes" are cucumber and lemon, blueberries, strawberry. But tbvh you MUST drink water as it is, even if you feel like it's bland, it's for your own good.

Step 3

Gossip, gossip, gossip. It might seem surprising but gossip does play a huge role in lifestyle. It is a factual thing that your skin and body reacts based on how you've been feeling and how you choose to surround yourself. It is true that bad person do have huge affect on your wellbeing...Especially skin, yes you heard that correctly, bad person do affect skin because when you interact with toxic people their ruin your mood, when your mood is ruined you are often faced with so called "negative" feelings like anger, stress and even anxiety. These things bubble up and have negative side affect on your skin and thus make you not only break out but also cause hair loss, headaches and even chronic fatigues.

People underestimate this so much it's crazy! You must remove all the toxic members in your life. If it's family member and you feel obligated then your next best option is to keep a distance or fight back. You deserve the best and surrounding yourself with genuinely nice people will be so wholesome and nourishing for not only your mental health but skin as well.

Toxic people DO ruin your skin and make you break out like hives! Even if it's a relationship, do find the strength to break up with your toxic partners.

So for now I have only done this much I hope you guys enjoyed this mini post. I had come back from this long hiatus yesterday and it took such a long time to do everything, and when I checked the suggestion post a lot of comments were deleted so I could only pull out this many skincare advices, so sorry for super late post and super long hiatus. See y'all in my next post!! 😭🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏼

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NSFW Headcanon: Kalego getting super kinky in the shower with his s/o even though she is too tired to do anything about it <3

I apologize, I do not know how old this is, but here is some 18+ good smut with Kalego. We have oral (fem recieving), edging, slight praise kink, and a not-so-slight breed kink.

Uh, just a reminder, 18+, NSFW, the whole shabang.

You just wanted a hot shower to relax and feel clean before crawling into the soft bed and burrowing under the covers before sleep took you away from reality for an entire eight hours.

Shortly after stepping into the shower, the spray just the right temp as it fell like a hard rain, you heard the bathroom door creak open. You thought nothing of it as you worked the shampoo into your hair, the scent surrounding you and bringing even more relief.

You opened your eyes when the shower door opened, letting the heat escape the brief moment it took Kalego to step in behind you. Your protest turned into a moan as his lips pressed against your shoulder, his arms slipping around your waist, nails scratching their way downwards.

"Mmm, Kalego," You whined as you leaned back into him. "I don't think I have energy right now. If you must, do you think you can wait until I'm finished? I'll let you do whatever you want as long as I can lay down in bed."

"You don't have to do anything," He promised.as his fangs pricked the soft part of your ear. "I'll do it all so you can just enjoy yourself."

You presumed that was a yes and started to rinse the shampoo out. Especially as his fingers joined yours, helping to get the suds out.

But when you reached for the conditioner, Kalego was suddenly knelt on the floor, his lithe body twisting so his hot mouth was against your cunt and your knees were over his shoulders. You yelped as he suddenly stood, easily supporting you as he pressed you against the wall of the shower.

And then started to feast.

You gripped his hair as you whined, rolling your hips against him as much as you could. You couldn't even be mad, he was doing the work; teeth and tongue working in tandem between your clit and cunt.

The demon was far too skilled at playing your body like one of his prized instruments, knowing exactly what to do to have you both sing his praises and cussing his name. His tongue lapping between your folds, prodding your entrance, or teasing that sensitive bud. Fangs pressing and scratching against the tender flesh of your thighs.

Edging you towards a climax, but never giving you enough to fall from that precipice.

"Why are you being such a bastard?" You whined as his mouth moved to pressed hot, open mouth kisses to the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

"Oh? I thought you were enjoying yourself," He claimed lightly, though you knew him far too well to be deceived by the tone of his voice. "Shall I stop then?"

A string of curses fell from your lips. "Don't you dare. You know what I want."

You could feel his answering smile. "Right. You wanted to lay down, didn't you?"

Before you could respond, he shifted your body from straddling his shoulders to being thrown over them like a bag of rice. You screeched out of surprise as he deftly shut off the water before marching out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Kalego tossed you onto the bed, barely giving you time to gain your bearings before he was on you. Hands groped your hips and thighs as he peppered your chest with kisses, giving the swollen buds of your nipples extra attention.

Your fingers went to lace themselves in the wild mess of his hair, only for him to reach up and grab your wrists, pressing them firmly against the plush mattress beneath you.

"No, darling. You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as you could lay in bed." His dark eyes gleamed as he moved towards your neck, kissing and nipping as you whined. "So I want you to lie there and enjoy yourself."

You weren't sure if you were being punished with pleasure, or pleasured with punishment, but consented either way. Your fingers gripped the mattress, though you doubted you could refrain from touching him for very long. You loved the feel of his sculpted muscles beneath your fingers, how the subtlety shifted with every movement. Or his hair, usually slicked back and neatly styled, now wild and damp after the shower.

"Good girl," He praised before his lips finally met yours. You could still taste yourself as his tongue danced with yours. "You're such a good girl for me, you deserve nothing but the best."

You could feel his cock pressing firmly against your groin, and shifted against him as a silent plea. You wanted, you needed him now. "Just ask," He breathed. "Ask and you shall receive."

"Fuck me already, Kalego," You begged. "Please."

"As you wish."

The mood shifted as he urged your legs wider, spreading them as wide as you could comfortably manage. He sat back on his heels, obviously enjoying the sight as he stroked himself lazily. "I love it when you're so obedient. Willing to just lay and let me fuck you. Breed you."

"Damn it," You whined, "quit teasing me."

He grinned wickedly before pulling you down by your hip, roughly entering you with one thrust as he caged you with his body. Your nails dug into the silk bed sheets, your scream caught in your throat as the fast, harsh pace continued.

He felt so good, his hard cock stretching your walls, making you feel absolutely stuffed. You wanted so badly to dig your nails into his back, to pull him closer. To wrap your legs around his narrow hips and trap him into driving deeper still.

Yet every time you moved, he'd snarl and nip at your throat. Sharp fangs pressed against your tender skin, just enough pressure to thrill that dark part of you and reinforce your submission to him.

And when you gave in and forced your legs to relax, his fangs were replaced with his lips, with rough kisses you were sure to leave marks.

"Such a good girl," He'd praise, his voice roughened with both desire and growing urgency. "My pretty girl. My pretty mate. Allowing me to take you like this. Tell me, daring, do you want me to cum in you? Breed you full with my pups?"

"Please, Kalego, yes!" You begged with a whimper. You wanted to cum. You wanted him to cum. You wanted him to fill you full, to indeed breed you with his children.

He shifted slightly, one hand grabbing your thigh and pulling you even closer and giving him even more leverage to drive deeper into you. His cock rubbing right against that sweet spot, causing you to go from gasping to screaming as you came. Your body arched as you spasmed around him, his rhythm becoming harsher, less fluid.

His teeth pressed against your collarbone as he came, a feral growl rumbling from his chest to yours. You were too far lost in the feel of him filling you with cum, the warmth blossoming as you felt so stuffed it was leaking out.

After a long moment, he kissed the bruised flesh gently, trying to ease any discomfort as he pulled out before laying beside you.

"I apologize if I was a little too rough there," He spoke, bringing your blissful state of mind back into reality.

"Do not dare apologize," You swore, though wincing as you shifted onto your side to cuddle against him, laying your head on his muscular chest. Your lower body was in an odd state of pleasure and discomfort, and you were sure the discomfort would only grow if you even thought about getting up to walk. Still… "You know I would have said something if I didn't like it."

There was a soft smile on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair, undoing the tangles he found. "Do you want another shower, since I stole you away? Or perhaps a bath to help your muscles?"

Both sounded wonderful, but: "I'd rather lay here a few more moments with you."

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #kalego naberious #naberius kalego #kalego x reader

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thebeldroramscal · 6 months ago

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Part 5 - Night Cap

Part 4 - Dessert

PAIRING: Joel Miller x afab!fem!reader

RATING: Fun for all the family, close to ZERO smut here. I know, i know.

SUMMARY: You pray he isn't packing to leave; aftercare is crucial for you, and you've been denied it too many times before. You chastise yourself for not speaking about this beforehand. But do you want someone to hold you out of obligation? It's a complicated dilemma. All you can do is hope, gather some comfort food, and find a good book to take downstairs if your aftercare is left to you.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aftercare Aftercare Aftercare!!! Doms looking after subs, subs looking after Doms. Let's aftercare wholly!!

WORD COUNT: 2.5kish

Previously...

His arms wrap around you. They could wrap around you twice. He holds you so tight and you can't keep it in. The sex, the quality of the sex, the adrenalin dump, the pain, the care. You feel yourself begin to fall like a tower of Jenga. It was a lot to process and you can't stop yourself from crying. It's not a sad cry, or even a happy cry, it's a fucking release. He doesn't say anything. He knows exactly what's happening and he is perfectly equipped to deal with this. He holds you there, one hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair in complete silence. You pull away and look at him. He wipes your tears and licks them off his fingers. Awkward moment averted.

“Do you want to run upstairs and put something comfortable on? Grab all the pillows and blankets you can, bring them down here, I don’t have anywhere to be. If you don’t have anything on..’

“give me 5 minutes” you look at him, there's nothing but kindness in his face.

“ok”

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You remember the sensation vividly. Standing upright and walking feels so different compared to being bent over a crate after being on the receiving end of a good caning. The wounds on your skin, the way it stretches with each step, send a deep, dull ache through you. But it's a pain you don't resent; you savor it. It makes you feel intensely sexy and it's a siren's call to Joel. As you glance in the mirror, you catch sight of him standing still, watching you walk away. His face is unreadable, adding to the thrill.

“I think I might have a shower. Do you want one?”

“No. Thanks. I’m okay. Take your time.”

Joel's voice is quiet and calm. The tail of the blanket you're wrapped in trails behind you as you climb the stairs to the bathroom. You run a hot shower, and when the water first hits your marked skin, it's agony—a pain that makes you grit your teeth and growl. Eventually, it subsides, and you know you have to wash carefully. You do so, gently, methodically. As you shampoo and condition your hair with your trusty 2-in-1 to rid you of any remaining rice and wine, you hear noises from the basement—a lot of shuffling. Curiosity piques.

You dry yourself meticulously, wring your hair and pat your wounds dry. They hurt, but there's a sense of pride in bearing that pain. You slide on plain underwear and a cropped bralette, choosing the possibility of comforting skin-on-skin contact with Joel over warmth. You pray he isn't packing to leave; aftercare is crucial for you, and you've been denied it too many times before. You chastise yourself for not speaking about this beforehand. But do you want someone to hold you out of obligation? It's a complicated dilemma. All you can do is hope, gather some comfort food, and find a good book to take downstairs if your aftercare is left to you.

Re-wrapped in Joel's blanket, you gather quilts from your bed. Your arms are full. As you shuffle downstairs you realize—he's not leaving, he's moving things around. The relief is intense and immediate.

Joel hears you coming. He stops what he's doing and turns to watch you. He doesn't offer to help, not out of a desire to see you struggle, but because he's coming down from an intense high, cherishing this precious window of time. He just wants to see you.

You stop briefly to watch him watch you. His face is framed by his gorgeous greying curls and his piercing, soulful eyes reflect your feelings of serenity back at you and both of your stares are unwavering. What a fucking beautiful human.

Standing there shirtless, his broad shoulders and strong arms are undeniable, his soft body exudes a comforting warmth that you long to nestle into. He's wearing tracksuit pants, a practical choice that makes you wonder if he anticipated getting covered in homemade wine and food. It's clear he planned for everything. This level of forethought and preparedness adds to his undeniable allure. Who is Joel Miller?

You look around the basement, noting how spotless it is. He had swept the rice outside and used the already dirty blanket to clean up the spilled wine. A much nicer mattress now occupies the room, replacing the crappy bed that can return to its graveyard.

What's that smell? You’re intrigued by the pleasant, almost perfumed scent.

“Lavender”

You look at him, puzzled.

"You had oil lamps. Lavender grows everywhere ‘round here, so I made some oil. No big deal."

The undercurrent of his words is clear: he had spent time planning and preparing for this moment, thinking about it carefully. He needs this just as much as you do. It's not just about physical intimacy; it's ceremonial. This is the standard you used to insist on in the old world, a standard you never expected to see again given the circumstances.

"You pick up a lot when you're out…there," he says, gesturing outside. His face seems softer, his brows less furrowed. His skin is glistening slightly, presumably from a wash outside under the garden tap. The sight of him, freshly cleaned and clearly having come prepared for anything, is undeniably sexy.

You nod, unsure of what to say, and drop everything in your arms to the ground. The blanket covering you falls, leaving you standing there in nothing but your underwear.

"Don't move" he says softly, a gentle request that carries weight.

He finally steps forward, moving from the spot where he had been standing, bringing with him an aura of admiration.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself.

"Turn around. Let me see our art."

Our art. Those words resonate deeply. It's not just his work; it belongs to both of you, a shared creation. You oblige, your hands over your heart, your cheeks and chest flushing not from embarrassment, but from the overwhelming connection you feel with him. It's a connection that's hard to achieve even with someone you've known for a long time, let alone someone you've just met.

"Underwear down," he commands gently, a request you could easily refuse without fear of consequence. It's clear he knows what he's doing. You've moved beyond the scene, past the "funishment" session; now, it's about creating a bond of reassurance and comfort.

He circles you, his gaze not only taking in the welts but also admiring your curves. His eyes trace the nape of your neck, the soft slope of your back, your hips, and where your thighs meet. So much unexplored territory. He runs the back of his fingers gently down the side of your face and his thumb over your lips. Holding your head in both hands, he kisses your forehead tenderly. You raise your hands to touch his elbows, the skin-on-skin contact heightening the sensation. His eyes are filled with tender care, silently conveying his feelings.

He walks toward his bag, rummaging through it without issuing any command for you to stop watching. There’s no "eyes forward" or other instruction. You both share a moment of silence, a shared space of mutual respect and understanding.

He pulls a Polaroid camera from his bag, and you're immediately taken aback. Of all the things he could have, this is both surprising and thrilling. You haven't seen one since the '90s and never thought you'd see one again. He looks at the camera, then at you, with a half-smile.

"Now this? This stays between you and me, within these walls," he says, shaking it gently. The camera rattles, and you imagine it must have been fixed countless times to keep it functional. You nod, still in shock. "I'm not proud of how I got it, but I have it. Maybe it can be for us. I've been waitin' for a reason to use it…" His voice trails off, and he seems a bit unsure, as if trying to mask potential rejection.

The gravity of his words isn't lost on you. Sharing such a priceless piece of history - finite history- is an incredible honor. You feel a surge of pride, knowing you're worthy of something so rare, precious, and beautiful.

"I'd really like that," you say, nodding and smiling gently at him. He quickly meets your gaze. "Oh yeah? Good. OK."

"C'mon, over my knee," he gestures as he walks toward the crate he’d been sitting on earlier, picking up his jar of arnica on the way. "We’ve gotta look after these." We. It’s been a long time since you’ve been part of a "we."

You position yourself over his knee, making your arse and thighs easy to reach. He is gentle with the cream, covering your bruises and potentially bruised skin with care.

"May I?" he asks, shaking the Polaroid camera.

"Of course."

You hear the click of the camera, a familiar yet long-forgotten sound.

"No using this. Let's say for now, I decide when it's used."

"Of course, I just can't believe you’ve got one. One that works. One you’re willing to use on -…"

"It's for memories” he interjects, “This is one I’d like to keep." He gently rubs the cream down your thighs until there's none left on his hand. He pulls your underwear from your ankles up over your knees, and you stand to pull them the rest of the way up.

He helps you steady yourself. Your wounds have settled into a deep, dull throb. The pile of pillows and blankets beckons you from across the room. It’s cold in the basement, and apart from your glowing arse, you’re shivering with goosebumps covering your skin. As you gather the bedding, you hear Joel fiddling with his stuff again. He brought food! Bananas, electrolyte drinks, strawberries…

“What the fuck, Joel! This is beyond…”

“Yeah, well, what goes up must come down.”

Your eyes lock with his for a moment longer than usual as he finishes emptying his bag. “What goes up must come down.” That phrase is possibly the most comforting thing you could have heard at that time. It confirms his familiarity with subdrop, and maybe even Domdrop. You feel a wave of relief rush over you. Being alone after heavy play is extremely difficult. You feel vulnerable, confused, apprehensive, and worried all at once, while also tending to any physical wounds. Having someone stay by your side as the intensity of your session subsides is reassuring and really cements the importance and respect you have for each other.

“The most important part,” he says, holding up a bag of something. “My neighbor makes this fudge. She always gives me too much, and it… well, yeah, it…” His voice trails off as he looks at the fudge.

“Why do you do that?”

“What?”

“Stop talking or trail off. Like what you’re saying is unimportant or stupid or something?” You throw the pillows onto the mattress and walk closer to him. “You can talk here. You have space.” You touch the side of his arm in a gesture of comfort. He reflexively pulls away but quickly corrects himself, allowing your touch to linger. You make a mental note to be careful about initiating touch in the future.

He looks at you and then at the ground. He obviously has some trauma; everyone who survived the outbreak does, and everyone responds differently. Joel seems to be apprehensive about touch. Or is he apprehensive about affection? Learning things like this about each other is easier after a session. Another reason you were always insistent about aftercare that goes beyond a hug and some band-aids. You were especially insistent about aftercare for your Dom/top. They have feelings too, and you’ve seen the emotional turmoil that can happen to them if left unattended.

“And I will listen." you continue, "I WANT to listen. To whatever subject, for however long. You have a voice here with me.” Your touch on his arm turns into a gentle squeeze.

"OK," he nods. "Ok."

He rustles around in the blankets, grunting as he sits on the mattress, back propped against the wall.

"Showing your age there, man" you quip as you lower yourself extra slowly, hissing between your teeth at the pain.

“Oh yeah?" he says, making a playful jab at the intense care you had to take from standing upright to laying on the floor. He throws a half-smile in your direction and pats a pillow he placed in his lap. "C’mere old lady. Lie down for a bit, you need to try this" he says, his voice carrying more melody and happiness than usual. You lay down on the mattress and rest your head on the pillow in his lap. You have to push the thought that you can both see up each other's noses out of your brain. Nobody needs that brand of funny right now.

"Open your mouth." He gently places a piece of his neighbor's fudge in your mouth and uses his fingers to playfully clamp your lips.

"Fucking hell," your eyes widen. "Joel, this stuff is GOOD. It’s OLD WORLD good."

"Uh huh," he says, eating a piece of fudge “told ya”. He looks down at you. There's serenity in his face. You both sit in comfortable silence as he plays with your hair, and you finger a tiny hole in the leg of his tracksuit pants. It’s one of those moments that are nothing but everything.

"Lay with me," he says again. It's not a demand; you’d hoped he would stay but didn’t want to press it. You know he’s a closed-off person and are conscious that he may spook easily, not wanting to rush things. You are happy to take things at the pace they naturally progress. This, though? This is perfect.

You lay down facing each other, both on your sides. You’re wrapped in his arms again. He radiates heat, and you’re immediately warm. Your fingers gently trail a line up and down his spine, and he pulls you as close to him as he comfortably can. Your legs are intertwined, the skin on your torsos touching; it’s a physically and emotionally intimate moment that words could never give justice to.

The soft glow of the oil lamps create a warm atmosphere the colour of honey. His fingers trace the curve of your jaw that sends a wave of goose bumps over your skin. Your hand makes its way to his neck, fingertips slowly exploring the hills and crests to rest gently over the quickening flicker of his pulse in his carotid artery. You could could literally feel the beat of his life under the tips of your fingers. His hand glides up your body, stopping gently at the nape of your neck. His nose grazes against yours, and you tilt your face so your lips are just a whisper away from touching. Neither of you speaks; every emotion is conveyed through your eyes, your hands, and the rhythm of your synchronized breathing.

The closeness is electric, your shared breaths mingling in the small space between you. His lips capture yours in a kiss that is tender and fiercely passionate. A soft moan escapes you and he opens his eyes, searching for any hesitation. All he can see on your face, in your eyes, is desperate hunger.

He firmly cradles your head, deepening the kiss with overwhelming desire. Your mouths move in harmony, exploring, tasting and devouring each other’s lust. Each gentle brush of his tongue against yours makes you crave more. No matter how many times you feel his lips on yours, you are overpowered with intense craving. Soft, full…skilled, they are fucking magnificent.

You’re reminded that these are the moments you need to savour. You’re both filling a drought stricken ocean of intimacy, touch, care and affection. It’s a moment of pure, unfiltered emotion and affection.

Your fingers graze the side of his neck and thread themselves through his greying curls. As the ferocity of this kiss grows you tug at his hair as if to pull him closer to you, inside you.

Your legs had become so intertwined that you were able to use each others thighs to grind against. Though, this was not the type of “accelerating to sex” kiss most people would assume it to be. It was a kiss that was to stand alone. It was the kind of kiss that seals a bond on the activities that had let to this moment.

You don’t know how long you had been kissing. It felt like an eternity. When you finally pull away, your faces rest against each other, both of you breathing in ragged gasps. You continue to gently sway towards each other, feeling each other’s presence in your own personal space. Small, tender, almost leisurely kisses punctuate the moment, and neither of you speaks. As the intensity dissipates, exhaustion from the day’s activities swiftly sets in. You are unable to fight it and easily drift into sleep. Joel hadn't been sure if he was welcome to stay, but you fall asleep on his arm and on top of the bag of his neighbours fudge. He takes this as your unspoken consent and gently rolls you onto your side, holding you like a little spoon as he allows the gravity of the day to flow through him and send him to sleep.

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