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hardlyinteresting · 4 months ago

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On The Beach

Jake Seresin x Reader

“Jake Seresin! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing!” Shirtless he backs towards the ocean continuing to remove his shoes, socks and pants, “And what do you think I’m doing, Sugar?”

Warnings: The reader is referred to as she/her, with no physical description, nudity, idiots in love, (please let me know if you'd like me to tag anything please),I grew up in an Army household so some of my Navy knowledge may be slightly off base (no pun intended)

This one-shot will exist in the same universe as other one-shots I have planned. But, they can all be read entirely independently.

Word count: 2K Masterlist | talk to me about Jake and Tyler

July had been unforgiving with heat; sweltering days, broken up by occasional rains that cooled the air but left behind intolerable humidity. August was built up as a promise of relief but instead, she steamrolled the record-setting temperatures of July with her own.

95°F felt like some kind of cruel trick already, but the air conditioning at The Hard Deck cutting out halfway through a shift was a new kind of torture entirely.

She’d been quick to help Penny to open up all the doors and windows to all the mild relief of the ocean breeze blowing through, bringing in a flood of daylight so uncommonly seen inside the cozy bar.

The ice machine set to work overtime, fresh kegs of beer ready to pour by the time the usual crowd of regulars began to pile in. Stripped down to a tank top and shorts she ties her hair up to keep it off the back of her neck, desperate to get through this shift in one piece. With just the two of them behind the bar, she does her best to keep up with the seemingly endless pile of orders, reminding the pilots and veterans to take a glass of ice water as well.

“Hey Sugar,” Hangman flirts leaning against the counter. It’s not fair that he looks so cool and collected, his khaki uniform still perfectly pressed, his hair neatly styled while she thinks she might be melting with the feeling of sweat on her back. She’s sure she looks a mess, but Hangman doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he waits for her to take his order.

Jake is certain that despite the shower he took on base, he still smells like jet fuel. The hottest day of the year might not have been so bad under the shade of a big tree back home, a soft breeeze blowing through the branches of sweet-olive trees. He'd spent enough summers in Texas to know how to muck through the dog days. But on base, the heat radiates up from the black top tarmac, threatening to melt the soles of their issued boots. Up in the air, the glass canopy of the cockpit feels like a magnifying glass; doubling both the discomfort of intense flight training, and the intensity of the sun's contributions to the torrid day.

Stripping off his flight suit and stepping into a cold shower had been a relief, matched only by the promise of a beer at The Hard Deck to end the week.

The doors and windows were open when he arrived, a wall of humid and stagnant heat rolling from inside the establishment nearly had him turning around to head home before he spotted her. Sugar, with her hair pulled back, sweat gathering across her collarbone and chest, white tank top clinging to her in ways he previously could only imagine. She's a sight for sore eyes, and now leaning against the bar he has no intention of going anywhere else tonight.

“Beer?” she asks him.

He nods his confirmation, “bottle please,” he adds. “It’s hot in here today”.

“AC broke,” she sighs, “Mav is up on the roof trying to fix it now”.

“I’m not sure there’s much he can’t do,” he shrugs, “Drink some water. I can’t have you passing out, Sugar”.

She does her best to ignore the flirtatious wink he throws her way. She knows he's a relentless philanderer, she's seen how quickly he can manage to find a date for the night. He's handsome beyond a doubt, and by far one of the kindest patrons she has, but she's not looking to be heartbroken. And friendship has suited the two of them just fine for the last few months, no reason to mess with a good thing.

After two weeks of working at The Hard Deck, she'd finally given in to The Dagger Squad’s insistence that she join them at the pool table after her shift. Hangman had been a surprisingly gracious loser when she ran him out of 50 bucks. A few weeks later Jake and Bradley had thrown a drunk guy out of the bar when he'd given her a hard time and refused to pay his own tab let alone the rounds ordered at the sound of the bell.

She had tried to thank him but he'd only given her a curt nod, “Nothing to thank me for, Sugar”.

So she smiles back at his teasing grins, laughs at his jokes, and blows kisses and he playfully pretends they knock him over. It’s easy, it’s fun. “I know you’re just trying to keep your heart in one piece,” Penny tells her, “but don’t break his either”.

No one sticks around too long, too tired, and far too warm to take up their usual challenges at the pool table. The sun has gone down by the time Mav comes in to let Penny know he had no luck fixing the AC unit before stopping by the table Bob, Coyote, and Hangman have settled at. Hangman has stripped down to his white undershirt, the T-shirt clinging to his chest and back, the sleeves drawing her attention to his arms that she's caught herself staring at too often to count.

“Heading out?” She asks when Hangman comes up to the bar, getting ready to close out his tab, “You only had one beer tonight”.

He nods, “Well, it'd be irresponsible for me to have more. I'm giving you a drive home”.

She grins, slipping the bill across the counter, “I don't remember you asking me”.

“Mav’s orders,” he answers easily, with a seriousness that makes her think he really isn't just joking with her.

“Penny's actually, I was just the messenger,” Maverick holds up his hands in innocence.

Penny calls last call early, before dismissing her for the night, “cool off. Go home,” she instructs leaving no room for argument.

The night air feels lighter, though not as refreshing as expected, the breeze cooling the tack of sweat against her balmy skin. The sound of the ocean meeting the beachside echoes in the uncharacteristic quiet. She breathes out a sigh her head tilted back and arms out trying to make the best of the gust of wind blowing by.

“C’mon,” Jake laughs, “I'll crank the AC for you”.

She pouts a little in return. The glow from the fluorescent light inside the bar floods out across the deck patio, casting shadows out in front of them. He’s standing a good five feet behind her, but his bedimmed counterpart stretches out next to her own, overlapping as he steps closer. The moonlight shines brightly over the white sand below and it strikes her that despite working beachside all summer, she’s yet to step foot on the beach. Jake smirks, his head tilted towards the beach that's captured her attention. “Let’s go cool off,” his words a playful mimicry of Penny’s instructions.

Without protest, she follows him. His grin grows impossibly bigger, clearly pleased with himself as he watches her shuffle out of her socks and shoes, her footsteps so much smaller than his own, she struggles to keep up, but he never lets her fall too far behind. He moves quickly in the dark, the sand still warm underfoot. Nearing the water's edge he slows his pace. She’s gorgeous in the moonlight. She’s always pretty. His usual coquetry shrinks on the tip of his tongue; lost to thoughts and curiosities about her favourite bands, and what might make her laugh. He’s found himself growing somewhat softer as he thinks back to the night he met her, watching her glide through the room oblivious to the attention she’d managed to capture. Her smile lit up the room as she danced with her friends. Her laughter was loud and uproarious, very near infectious.

His white shirt hits the sand in an unceremonious pile by her feet.

“Jake Seresin! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing!”

Shirtless he backs towards the ocean continuing to remove his shoes, socks and pants, “And what do you think I’m doing, Sugar?” “I think you're trying to get me to go skinny dipping with you!” He laughs, “I ain't trying. I'm succeeding”.

There's not an ounce of shame, nor an ounce of clothing on him as he wades into the water, not turning around to look at her again until his in up past his waist. “C’mon,” he calls to her, “the waters lovely!”

She's always considered herself to be pretty easy going. But the idea of stripping naked to join Hangman on this oceanic side quest leaves her stomach tied in knots. She's seen enough of him playing football with the squad that she's not shocked by his broad shoulders, nor the expanse of his chest. She knows that standing on the beach, in a tank top a shorts that cling to her the way they do, she has little to hide her own form. But joining Jake in the water will surely only add to the tension they've allowed to build between them. How different is the ocean from an expanse of bedsheets when you're standing naked with Jake Seresin?

“You have to promise you won't look!” She calls to him, pulling her top up over her head.

“I promise,” he says, “scouts honour !”

“Boy scouts? I'm sure you sold a lot of cookies with all that charm of yours”.

She shimmies out of her shorts, hesitating in her bra and underwear. Jake stands with his back to her holding up his end of the deal.

“Cookies are the Girl Scouts, Sugar,” he corrects, but she can practically hear him grinning, “but I did earn my fundraising activity badge selling tins of popcorn”.

Bare, she makes a mad dash into the water, splashing as she works to cover as much of herself as possible.

“So,” she smiles, “you come here often?”

Her voice is quiet as she hopes that the joke lands, her knees bent to keep her top half under the cover of the unlit water. She tries to play cool. Jake, to his credit, plays along without missing a beat. “I can't say I do, Sugar. The dress code is too loose for my taste”.

“Ah, yes, of course. I forgot you're known for being a prude, Hangman”.

A gentle, yet unexpected wave pushes into the shoreline, knocking her sideways. Jake is quick to wrap his hand around her upper arm, not letting her get too far. This close, it’s impossible to hide from the gaze of his warm green eyes. He smells like cedar and amber. Warm and clean. Beneath it, the smell of jet fuel lingers. She knows how hard he must try to scrub it from himself at the end of each day, and she wonders if it might just be in his blood at this point. Another wave pushes them closer together once more.

He clears his throat, trying hard not to think about how close circumstance has brought them; he weighs the validity of fate but pushes it down deep inside certain that one day these unlabelled feelings might just explode in his chest. For now, he startles when a sudden splash of water is directed towards his face. Sugar feigns innocence, but starts to paddle away from him as he blinks away the water from his eyes.

“Sugar,” he warns, “don’t start something you don’t want to finish”. His own hands, larger than hers cup more of the ocean's surface propelling it in her direction with a great slosh, the sound echoing on the empty beach.

Up on the deck, Penny and Maverick watch the two distant figures throwing water, their laughter audible even when their words aren’t.

“Do you think they know there are sharks in that water?”

Penny shrugs, “Do you think they know they’re half in love with each other yet?”

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman x reader #top gun hangman #top gun maverick #pour me another drink

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g0dlyunsub · 9 months ago

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hey! Idk if u take requests but I love your writing style and have a request! Can you do a Spencer x fem reader where she doesn't work for the Bau but they have been together for like 7 months and she is girly and like loves fashion and is superrr pretty and the team doesn't know about her but they see Spencer out with her one day and can't believe he's with her/has a gf bc they're so different and they tease him about her bc he's just head over heels in love with her and they are so obsessed with each other and it's just so cute!!! Thank you in advance!!!!🤍🤍

yes, i do take requests! thank you for the kind words, and i hope you enjoy this one <3

picture perfect.

you work shifts at a local coffee shop where a man frequents every friday evening. at first glance, the two of you are polar opposites; while you are covered in flowery pastel colors head to toe, he dresses strictly in professional attire. when love eventually blossoms between you and the doctor, he makes every effort to be with you – even when teased by his coworkers.

pairing :: spencer x fem!reader

warnings :: none? some suggestive overtone.

word count :: 2.3k

author’s note :: this is probably the fluffiest text i’ve written by far, i swear i’m biting straight into cotton candy. fingers crossed that i’ve portrayed the story well…

accompanying song :: the perfect pair by beabadoobee

he doesn’t know how to deal with these unfamiliar feelings, especially when they’re eating away at his thoughts at work. his usual ability to read at 20,000 words per minute seems to be reduced to half its pace for almost seven days now, one of his worst nightmares in full action. he doesn’t know what to think when your bubbly face lights up in his head – when your pretty features accentuated by the glowy highlights around your eyes and the soft glassiness of your pink lips etch into his imagination. thoughts of you come to light like a switch in his head, and they pop up during the worst times, including a police chase on the highway, an interrogation with a female unsub that styled her hair similar to yours, and worst of all, whenever he tries to make coffee in the office. it’s almost a pavlovian response, the way he unconsciously gulps in tingling nervousness as he pours the sugar into his cup.

but he’s a man that thinks with his head, a man that doesn’t listen to his heart.

he’s a man that thinks with his head. when you hand over his usual, dark espresso with three sugar packets on the side, with the words cheer up, doctor reid! <3 scribbled with winged hearts all around the cup, he has to excuse himself and run to the bathroom. there, he spends ten minutes clenching his shirt, squeezing the fabric with sheer strength because you and your actions are irresistibly adorable. he can’t look in the mirror, because he sees you standing right next to him in the reflection, and it drives him crazy.

he’s a man that thinks with his head. when he enters the coffee shop on one friday afternoon with a cut near his left brow, you immediately stop what you’re doing and go over to his table before he can even settle down in his seat. you insist on covering the wound, and you pull out a pink flower-patterned bandaid from your apron pocket. he watches as your hands lightly tremble to remove the adhesive strips, and melts at how you brush his hair aside to press the bandaid lightly against his forehead. it only takes a whiff of your vanilla scent to lose all sense of time and his surroundings – he can only look up into your heavenly eyes, which blink slowly in the hazy lighting.

he’s a man that should think with his head. when he sees you wearing an outfit that isn’t your coffee shop apron for the first time, he stops dead in his tracks.

it was late that friday, and it was well past his usual time to enter the shop, but he could never let a full week pass without surrounding himself in your jolly aura.

as you prepare to close the blinds and flip the store sign, you see a familiar face press a hand to the other side of the front door. you immediately let him in, and he’s frantically apologizing for his tardiness.

“it’s completely fine! i’ll get your regular going in just a second!” your bubbly laugh fades as you head back to the counter, and for the first time, he soaks in the emptiness of the shop’s usually chatter-filled environment. there’s only one overhead light turned on, and the scent of lavender drifts with a candle’s airy smoke.

he’s fixated entirely on your outfit. you’re wearing a ruched top with pink laces and frills for straps, and paired with a pleated mini skirt with knee-length socks, you’re a beautiful sight to behold. when you catch him looking, you strike a small pose, one hand on your hip and an empty coffee cup on the other. you then burst into your soft giggles.

he can’t. he absolutely can’t.

his eyes are glued down to where his hands are clasped on the table. when you ask him if he’s had a rough day, he answers with a simple two-word response, sort of. you don’t question him further, and he’s thankful you don’t.

if he believes in anything other than science, it’s aphrodite and her blessings to bestow your pluperfect presence before him. it’s as if cupid shot an arrow directly into his heart, or if a mage cast an irrevocable spell on him. he doesn’t want to imagine a life without you.

and every night since then, he wonders if you have a boyfriend. he wonders if he could somehow ask garcia to search you up, but he knows he shouldn’t exploit his position to take his chances with you. at least his head doesn’t want to.

his heart tells him to take a chance.

he decides to take the leap of faith.

he knows your favorite flower, clothing brand, and lip tint like the back of his palm. he recites the answers every morning, a secret rehearsal he conducts as he straightens his tie in front of the mirror. he makes a purchase from your favorite flower shop a few blocks away from your store, and sucks in a deep breath before flicking his watch so it rolls up his wrist. he gently presses on the door handle.

you’re busy as usual, preparing cups and plating desserts for each customer. the line moves forward with a rhythmic pace, and you greet each customer, regulars and first-timers alike, with the same smile. your eyes enlarge when your favorite customer stands in front of the cash register, and the sight of his face instantly transmits a sigh of relief from your lips. you look down at his hand, where you notice he’s holding your favorite flowers that are wrapped tightly in pink gift paper.

“ah, didn’t know you liked those too!” you lower your head to examine the flowers in their full glory, and spencer even brings them up to your nose so you can smell the sweet scent.

“they’re for you, actually.” he speaks matter-of-factly, but there’s a hint of excited overtone.

“you got these… for me? i- thank you so much! you didn’t have to!” you hurriedly accept the bouquet as he extends his hand over the counter, and set the flowers down on a neighboring table. you scurry over to the cake display and plop a slice of cake on a small plate, before handing his usual drink with extra sugar on the side.

“all on the house!” your lips shape up into a beautiful crescent shape, and he finds himself fiddling his watch to resist looking you in the eye. he gives you a lopsided smile, and nervously grabs two forks from the counter before leaving you a ten dollar bill in your tip jar.

“i-if you’d like, you can come find me during your break. we can have the cake together… again, that’s only if you’d like,” his fingers jitter as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, and before you can object, he’s making strides back to his seat.

when it’s break time, you find spencer in his usual corner, his cake left untouched.

“you shouldn’t have waited, really,” you grab a tall stool and set it so you’re sitting with your knees touching his. he looks up from his book, time and eternity by seiichi hatano.

“this is your favorite dessert, isn’t it?” he moves the plate towards you so you can take the first bite. when you do, staring right into his eyes as your tastebuds hit the fork, he instinctively licks his lips.

spencer tells you that he needs to get something off his chest.

“what is it?” you ask, and he points to your apron. loosen the knot behind your back, he tells you, and you do. you feel a note twisted in between the fabric, and you confusedly uncrumple the crinkled paper.

it reads, will you be my girlfriend?

the dot of the ‘i’ in girlfriend is drawn in with a shaded heart, and you bite your lip back as the cute aggression kicks in.

you don’t even hesitate. you have so many questions about how the paper’s even got there in the first place, but you couldn’t care to ask. you’re fervently nodding at him, leaning in and giving him a tight embrace. he hadn’t expected you to react so quickly, so he hesitates for a brief second before wrapping his arms around you.

present day, and he walks with you side-by-side, your hand enclosed in his. you’re humming a soft tune and he’s looking at you with a wide grin on his face. he’s so lucky to have you, an absolute dream come true. he’s grateful for how he gets to spend every night with you, a significant advancement from once every week at the coffee shop.

speaking of the coffee shop, it’s been seven months since the two of you sat together in the quaint corner of the café, and since then, he’s utterly fallen for you. his eyes follow your every move, and he listens as you ramble about your favorite dress on sale at the large shopping mall a few blocks from the apartment. while he makes mental notes of all of your favorite items, the reality is he’s finding it to be an incredible struggle trying to focus on your words. his focus hones in on your exposed neck with a laced choker wrapped around. it’s such a fragile piece of fabric, weighted with a heart-shaped locker with his initials. his initials.

he gulps. he wants to stick a finger between the fabric and your neck, and he wonders what it’s like to have you wrapped around his finger, so intimately linked.

just as his thoughts intensify, a voice breaks out from across the street.

“reid!”

you squeeze spencer’s arm as a group of well-dressed people approach the two of you, waving while their mouths hang open in surprise.

“there’s no way i’m seeing you on a shopping spree right now!” a woman with straight jet-black hair grins, her thumb hooked on her belt loop as she leans to one side. a woman with blonde hair and red glasses sporting a colorful spotted dress shortly joins the union alongside another man, who exudes a mysteriously charismatic air with his bold sunglasses.

they acknowledge your presence each with a handshake and introduce themselves.

“you never told me you were seeing someone,” morgan whistles, patting spencer on the shoulder.

spencer’s quiet during the entire exchange, and he mumbles quietly about how he’s busy helping you run errands.

“you guys moved in together yet?” the man continues to ask, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he smirks. you nod and gleefully say yes, to which spencer lets out a squeak.

“oh would you look at that! our little spencer’s all grown now! my man,” morgan leans in for a side-hug, and spencer awkwardly bows his head down. his entire face is now red, his lips buried in the soft texture of his scarf. garcia and emily look at you and spencer with an awestruck expression.

“where’d you find such a beautiful woman?” emily points a finger at you while interrogating spencer, and while you’re sure she’s just being nice, you can feel the heat surfacing from your cheeks.

“shut up, emily,” your boyfriend puffs, and he quickly grabs your hand and shoves it in his pocket. he mouths, let’s go, but you’re too polite to leave a conversation that hasn’t formally ended.

“aww, is our hollywood genius shy?” morgan prods at spencer’s arm, while spencer brushes his hand off with an annoyed expression. meanwhile, the girls compliment your style and continue to shower you with questions, asking you where you were headed to and how you met spencer.

“well, i’m glad to know you’re a beautiful person, inside and out. i sort of knew spencer was seeing someone, but i didn’t expect any of this. you’re the cutest woman i’ve ever encountered, and i’m sure spencer’s overjoyed to have someone like you,” garcia talks excitedly and grasps your hands in her palms.

“and i’m lucky to have met someone like him.” you smile sweetly, tilting your head to look at spencer. he’s looking at the ground as if it’s more interesting than the conversation at hand.

“take care of him for us, will you?” morgan winks at you.

“of course.”

“and remind him every day that he’s with the most beautiful person in the world.”

you feel a tug at your jacket, and you turn around. spencer’s face is lit up with a deep shade of pink, and you know he’s signaling that he wants to head home. you quickly turn to the group to tell them you have to go, and they nod understandingly. garcia offers a tight embrace and pouts as spencer practically pries you away from her.

when the two of you turn the corner, he looks back over his shoulder to make sure his coworkers are out of sight. he then encloses you in a tight embrace and kisses your forehead.

“i’m sorry about that sudden… encounter,” he speaks into your ear, and you feel your heart flutter. your eyes close momentarily, and when you open them, he’s peering down at you while his hand rubs up and down your arm.

“don’t be, i enjoyed talking to them,” you whisper back, staring into his steady gaze.

“i’m sorry for not telling them earlier, but i really meant to. i love you... so much.” he vocalizes the last five words with a breathy tone, and you freeze, replaying the moment over and over again in your head.

they’re words you wish could be assembled and framed on a wall, transformed into something tangible that captures the picture-perfect moment of his romantic confession.

“tell me that a hundred more times when we get home.” you give him a cheesy grin before you blush at the realization of your own words.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #mgg x reader

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blkkizzat · 13 days ago

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Gurl have u ever gotten a Brazilian? Like tbh i like my hair but i want my butt strip gone, it's so hard to do myself tho 😭 how do u shave properly?? Also u need like a kizzatips or kizzahacks tag bc u fr have bomb advice chile

Aweeee nonny bb ur too kind im glad y'all thnk my advice is useful haha. but sure ill make a tag: #☾❣𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉𝖍𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘

but yes ive been getting them done for years but i recently started doing my own! i sugar my whole body. kewchie and butthole included! i use this sugar off amazon i love it cause its no heat required. it will warm in your hands. but make sure if you're a coarse hair girlie you get the hard wax. its $40 for the tub i bought it in sept and im only half way through. You will need a butter knife to digg it out though. its a bit pricey probably around $120-150 to get everything you need to wax at home (or everything i need cause im in grown prone).

more under the cut!

but you buy it once and it will last for months when getting a brazilian at a salon can be like $90 and you get that every 6 weeks thats so much money!

here are the other stuff you need (these are all the products i use most is to combat razor burn/folliculitis):

wax strips - technically you can sugar yourself JUST with the sugar but its gonna take you a minute to get used to dealing with it. ive been doing it for 4 months and im just getting comfy not using any wax strips at all.

pre/post solution - prep is important because it makes it so you grab the hair and not the skin.

aloe - skin calming and well help with any reddness/irritation

razor bump gel - get this if you tend to get mild razor burn

bha 2% - get this for mild-moderate razor burn

acne spot cream - this is if you happen to get folliculitis or super bad razor burn. I usually get a couple of these everytime and they look so gross the first time you get one you may panic and think its an std lol. its super cheap so id pick some up just in case as if you are new to self-waxing you will probably damage some hair follicles which will cause this. this is a SPOT treatment do not put it on anywhere else it will dry you tf out. honestly this is my go to, i even put this on the mild stuff cause you never know if its gonna turn ito something bigger.

wax powder- essentially baby powder but this one has vitamin e and aloe in it and is talc free. you can never be using too much powder. powder is what also helps the sugar stick to hairs only.

salicylic acid cream - im prone to chicken skin so i always use this, building up a habit of using SA cream will keep your pores clear and less likely to even get razor burn.

body wash exfoliator - this is the best stuff ive ever used tbh. pricey but a lil goes a LONG way. (use day before wax and day after its too abrasive for same day showers).

latex gloves, optional, i bought them and you can but once you get used to handling wax i feel like you wont need them. also i have long ass nails so i kept breaking them fhdfvkjsdhbfhjkv. if you keep your hands cool and put powder on them it should stick that badly.

body hydraulic acid - OPTIONAL but my skin is baby butt smooth using this shit.

tri fold mirror - OPTIONAL but highly reccomended as im usually sitting on a towel on my bathroom floor with my legs in the air and its helpful to have inorder to see what you are doing.

honestly im saving though to buy an IPL laser from alibaba. i found a dealer who sells the same lasers they be selling to salons, but its like $1.5k with shippig lol. but laser hair removal packages can be super expensive and you need like 20 so you'd save money doing it yourself too lol. but for now im waxing.

I would look up waxing vids to see how to do it. but some tips i have are:

you can never use too much powder, powder is what helps you grip hair not skin

trim down your hair (coochie) if its too bushy, not super duper short but long hairs will mat in the waxand be harder to grip the root.

if you are doing a dense patch of hair stair from the outer edges and work your way in.

ideally you want to be a lil cold so dont turn on the heat or heat lamp in the bathroom, don't do this after a shower or a work out or if you've just been outside and its really hot. your skin needs to be room temp or colder or wax will melt too fast.

if you end up fucking up and gettng wax stuck in a large area thats where the wax strips come in handy. try to spread it out as much as you can. then starting at the edges grab bits where its over the root and wax that, bit by bit. if its too much for you can always just wash it off, its sugar so it washes off. but wash with cold water and you will have to dry your skin and do the prep all over again or try again later so the best bet is to have wax strips handy.

if you are a straight/thin haired girlie you can do softer wax, and try sugardoh kits. i used it before i bought the harder wax (just use baby powder or even baking powder works lol). it comes with alot of stuff already and is a good intro kit. however i did not think the wax was firm enough for my thick/curly hair and melted far too easily for my liking. but its a good intro kit and comes with a lot of tips.

if you have a stray hair that wont come out thats when you get out the tweezers, after 3 passes please don't wax that area anymore you could damager your skin.

note if waxing still isn't your thing, then this is my fav epilator cream. i have really sensitive skin and unlike nair it doesn't burn or cause irritation. however course hair girlies i would recco you glob it on and keep on your skin for around 15-20 min. it says 5-10 but I need longer tbh with my thicker hair. I haven't had any problems with skin irritation but I would suggest starting with 5-10 first.

hope this helps!

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princessbrunette · 9 months ago

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hii princess!

I was wondering, how would lord rafe be with r being inexperienced, I feel like she would be slightly insecure since the other girls know so much more and I was wondering if whenever they’d be in bed together if the other girls would still surround them, idk if you get meee!

- signing this off as “sugar” from now on

˖ ࣪ 𝇋♡︎𝇌 ׂ ׅ ✿ ⋆˚⊹

so the thing is, you’re recruited because you’re inexperienced. there’s a cult-ish type of energy that vaguely engulfs the atmosphere at tannyhill as of recently — and after a couple of orgys, the need for companionship consumes rafe, and he decided he wants to bring someone new in, someone pure and untouched — something that he would have the pleasure of stripping you of. he knew you were inexperienced from the first look at you, i mean really — who wears a cardigan to a party?

the first time you lose your virginity was on the hottest day of the year, only a tad bit tipsy — body glowing from the humidity spread out on the bed. you feel drunk from pleasure instead, hair askew and eyes screwed shut as you stop recognising who’s hands are who’s as the girls prepare you for rafe. the girl you’re most familiar with holds your legs apart, licking and sucking on your clit until you’re crying — but daren’t rob rafe of your first orgasm, instead pulling away before you cum and holding your legs open with a grin for the eldest cameron to see.

he stands at the foot of the bed, still dressed — a glass of whiskey in his hand. everyone seems to be smiling, at you and at rafe — taking note of such a beautiful moment. your eyes flutter, trying to stay on his, your lips parted and chest rising and falling as you pant.

“look how ready she is for you, lord. so responsive.” she rolls a middle finger down your folds, passing over your clit and rafe watches the way you contract around nothing.

“hm.” he smiles, satisfied before waving her away. she shuffles along the bed into the pile of other naked women and looms over you, holding the eye contact with you like you were under a spell. whilst doing so, he takes a slow sip of his whiskey before pulling your chin like he wanted to kiss you. once close enough, and you can smell the harsh liquor on him — he presses his lips to yours, passing the strong drink into your mouth. some dribbles down your chin, onto your chest — but the majority winds up in your mouth. “c’mon, swallow that shit.” he cooes deeply against you, and all the girls giggle.

your face twists at the strength of the drink but you do so anyway before blinking up at him expectedly with doe eyes and a wet mouth, ready for the next instruction. “yeah. see that’ll help ‘cos…” he starts to undo his belt and your stomach erupts with butterflies. “might be a little stretch, you know? that… alright with you?”

“i thought there might be.” you admit quietly, and this elicits an adoring laugh from your audience once more.

“yeah? thought about how big this dick might be? mm… thought you were the innocent one.” he teases, pulling out his fully hard cock. he takes note of the way you shudder and your legs spread just a little more.

you say nothing, still rather embarrassed despite being naked as the day you were born infront of a room of hot people, instead relishing in the way he unbuttons his shirt and removed everything so he can hold his strong body over yours. he licks his lips, simply looking at you for a moment, searching and failing to find any sign of objection. after a moment, he speaks so matter of factly that you barely register the intensity of his words.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you. alright?”

˖ ࣪ 𝇋♡︎𝇌 ׂ ׅ ✿ ⋆˚⊹

#sugar anon #rafe cameron prompt #lord!rafe

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iliketangerines · 11 months ago

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Aaaaa i love the way you write smut 🫣 I would like to request some fluff tho, if thats okay with u? I'd like to read something about the mk boys with an always sleepy, hypersomniac reader. Preferably with Johnny, Shang Tsung and Kenshi <3

sleep with you

a/n: hell yeah i can write fluff

pairing: johnny cage, shang tsung, kenshi takahashi x gn!reader

warnings: none

Johnny stirs some creamer into the coffee and hands it to over to you, and you sip on it as he explains something about his upcoming movie

there were some issues he was running into regarding stunts, and it was frustrating as he always had done his own stunts and now he couldn’t place those expectations on his own actors

it was rough trying to film those scenes, and you nod along as he waves his hand in the air and turns to make his own espresso

you feel your eyes getting droopy and tired despite the coffee in your hands, and you try to pinch yourself to stay awake

it’s no use though, and your head dips several times forward as you try to keep awake while Johnny keeps on talking about how one of the actors was actually incredibly rude

Johnny turns around, stirring in the cream and sugar into the steaming hot liquid and finds your head lolled forward and your eyes closed

he coos at you and sets down his coffee and goes around the table to pick you up into his arms and remove the coffee mug from your loose grip

your eyes open a little, and you can see through blurry vision that he’s carrying you up the stairs and back to the bedroom

you whine in his arms and say you’re awake, you’re awake you swear, but Johnny’s arms are warm and comforting, and you fall asleep in his arms

you barely even stir as he tucks you into the blankets and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, but there is a small smile on your face as your bury yourself into Johnny’s bed and sleep

Shang Tsung sits on the couch, reading a book and flipping through the pages, and you step into the room dressed in your robe

you come up to him and push his book to the side and sidling up into his lap and wiggling around until you get comfortable

Shang Tsung sighs as he waits for you to get comfortably, and you ask him what he’s reading

he tells you it’s a book about a specific type of magic he wants to learn, and you hum along and read a few lines in the book before telling him to read it to you

he smiles and says you’re going to fall asleep, and you huff and say no, you won’t, you feel so awake right now that you’re sure that you’ll read some of the book

Shang Tsung hums and starts reading the book aloud, and not to his surprise, you can barely keep your head up

your head lolls back a few times, but it jolts back up in your struggle to stay awake

in the end, your tiredness wins out, and you completely relax into Shang Tsung’s chest as you fall asleep and cuddle up into him

Shang Tsung lets out an amused huff before continuing to read as you nap in his lap

Kenshi comes back home, and you’re on the couch watching a movie half-asleep as you fight to stay awake every time your head dips low

he chuckles and strips off his suit jacket and gets underneath the covers with you, asking what movie you’re watching

you say you’re not sure, you might’ve fallen asleep during some of it

Kenshi laughs and says that’s okay before saying he’ll watch it with you, and you hum out an okay before snuggling into his chest and laying your head down on him

Kenshi watches the movie attentively, and it’s a nice movie, nothing special or flashy or exciting

as the movie ends, he looks down and finds you asleep, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth and lightly snoring

Kenshi moves you into his arms, and you don’t even stir

he picks you up and brings you to the shared bedroom, tucking the covers over you and changing into his pajamas and using the restroom before snuggling up next to you

immediately, as if you know he’s next to you, you reach out for his warmth and cuddle in close to him

Kenshi smiles and brushes a stray hair out of your face before turning off the lamps and falling asleep next to you

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bloomzone · 2 months ago

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can u make me a rlly good skin care routine? except I don't have any toner...

🧾- hi pooks how are uuu I hope u finne

How to build a skincare routine ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ㅤ🧁ㅤ۫ ♡

Morning Routine: for All Skin Types

1. Cleanse: Start with a gentle cleanser that clears away overnight buildup without stripping your skin.

Oily skin? Use a gel-based cleanser.

Dry or sensitive skin? Opt for a hydrating cleanser.

1. CeraVe Hydrating Cleanser

Skin Type: Dry, normal, sensitive

2. CeraVe Foaming Cleanser

Skin Type: Oily, combination, acne-prone

3. La Roche-Posay Toleriane Hydrating Cleanser

Skin Type: All skin types, sensitive

2. Rice Water Boost: Here’s the secret that works for everyone. No toner ? After cleansing, apply rice water using a cotton pad or gently pat it onto your skin. It brightens, soothes, and balances your skin naturally. (Make rice water by soaking rice in water for 20 minutes, then straining and refrigerating it.)

3. Moisturize: Hydration is key! Choose a lightweight moisturizer for oily skin and a richer one for dry skin. Combination or sensitive skin? Stick to non-comedogenic and fragrance-free formulas.

For Dry Skin

1. Eucerin Advanced Repair Cream

Deeply hydrating with ceramides and urea.

2. Weleda Skin Food Original Ultra-Rich Cream

Nourishes very dry skin with botanical extracts.

For Oily Skin

1. Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel

Lightweight, oil-free, and hydrates without clogging pores.

2. La Roche-Posay Effaclar Mat Moisturizer

Controls shine and minimizes pores.

For Combination Skin

1. Clinique Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel

Balances oil and hydration levels.

2. First Aid Beauty Ultra Repair Cream

Lightweight but hydrating for dry patches.

For Sensitive Skin

1. Avene Skin Recovery Cream

Calms irritation and strengthens the skin barrier.

2. Cetaphil Daily Hydrating Lotion

Gentle and non-irritating with hyaluronic acid.

For Acne-Prone Skin

1. La Roche-Posay Toleriane Double Repair Matte Moisturizer

Non-comedogenic and soothes irritated skin.

2. Vanicream Moisturizing Lotion

Free from common irritants and ideal for breakout-prone skin.

4. Sunscreen: Finish your routine with SPF 30 or higher, even if you’re staying indoors. Sunscreen protects your skin from UV damage and prevents premature aging—an absolute must for everyone!

Night Routine: Restore & Repair

1. Double Cleanse: If you wear sunscreen or makeup, start with micellar water or an oil-based cleanser, followed by your regular face wash.

2. Rice Water (Again!): Use rice water as a natural toner to calm your skin and prep it for the night. It’s a multitasking hero that helps reduce redness, minimize pores, and add a glow.

3. Targeted Treatments:

Acne-prone? Apply a salicylic acid or benzoyl peroxide spot treatment.

Dull skin? Try a niacinamide serum for even tone and radiance.

Dry skin? Opt for a hyaluronic acid serum to lock in moisture.

4. Moisturize: Seal everything in with your favorite moisturizer. At night, you can go for a slightly heavier one to aid your skin’s repair process.

Weekly Extras for Radiance

Exfoliate: Once or twice a week, use a gentle chemical exfoliant (like AHAs or BHAs) to remove dead skin cells. DIY trick: Mix honey and sugar for a natural exfoliating scrub.

Face Masks: Hydrate with aloe vera . You can also use sheet masks chilled in the fridge for a refreshing treat.

Steam and Detox: Once a week, steam your face for a few minutes to open up pores and deep-clean. Follow with a clay mask if you have oily skin or a soothing mask if your skin is sensitive.

Secret Skincare Habits for All Skin Types

2. Cold Spoon Hack: Struggling with puffy eyes? Chill a spoon and press it gently under your eyes for an instant de-puffing effect.

3. Jade Roller Magic: A jade roller or gua sha tool works for all skin types. Massage your face daily to improve circulation and reduce puffiness.

4. Silk Pillowcase: Sleep on silk pillowcases—they’re gentle on your skin, reduce friction, and keep your hair and face smooth.

5. Hydration Inside Out: Drink plenty of water and eat skin-friendly foods like avocados, nuts, and fruits. Your skin reflects what you put into your body!

and there is a LOT of skincare tips I will try to make other blogs Abt it soon. !!

@bloomzone 🧁

#bloomivation #becoming that girl #glow up #wonyoungism #wonyoung #it girl #dream life #divine feminine #creator of my reality #it girl affirmations #this is a girlblog #girlboss #girl blogging #blogging #girl blogger

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double-vandammage · 6 months ago

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Title: Stripped

Word count: 2,192

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Shawn POV, Jealous!Bret, Strip tease, Pet names, Biting, Anal sex, hand jobs, play fighting

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Oh my this took a lot out of me. 🫣 I spent many nights wrestling with my thoughts on how to write a sexy strip tease and this was the result. I listened to Cherry Pie by Warrant more times than I care to admit to help move this thing along. It turned out WAY smuttier than my first Hartbreak fic I was originally embarrassed to write. 🥴

I got inspiration from the In Your House: HBK vs. Goldust Dark Match for the WWF Title (10/20/1996). That gave me a mixed bag of emotions and I am still thinking about it. 😵‍💫

Shawn waited for Bret leaning against the side of the ring. The stadium seats were vacant and shrouded in darkness save the overhead lights illuminating the empty ring. The match he had with Goldust was sure to have ruffled a few feathers, including one Hitman. The two had been messing around for months on and off. They would meet in private before, after, and in between various matches or promos. Nothing got Shawn going faster than when Bret would berate him in front of a live audience. Surprisingly enough Bret had made the first move. What began as a fistfight ended with a kiss. Shawn found himself backed into a wall, preparing for a punch. Instead he was met with Bret’s lips on his. It was lust at first fight.

“Quite the show you put on with Goldie.” came Bret’s low voice from out of the shadows. Shawn smiled, eyeing Bret’s delicious frame striding down the entrance aisle. “Aw, you know Goldie ain’t mean nothin’ by it.” he grinned. Bret placed his hands on either side of Shawn, bracing himself with the edge of the ring. “You kissed him.” Bret said, those dark eyes searching him. “All part of the act, sugar.” Shawn drawled, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of Bret’s jeans, and tugging him closer. He moved in for a kiss, but Bret was quick to grab a handful of hair to stop him. Shawn let out a sharp hiss in response. “Not so fast boytoy.” Bret commanded, swiftly twisting Shawn around to face the ring. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson…get in the ring.” he growled into Shawn’s ear, nipping at the skin.

Shawn hurriedly jumped up and rolled under the ropes, standing to lock eyes with the Hitman. Bret began to leisurely make his way around the ring, never breaking his focus with Shawn. “Take off your clothes.” he demanded cooly. Bret was never usually this forward and never asked him to strip. May have had something to do with his entrance. Maybe. “Really?” Shawn asked, eyebrows raised. Bret stopped, “Now.” he ordered. “Well okay darlin’.” Shawn beamed, moving center stage. He wasn’t used to a party of one and no music, but who was he to argue with Bret The Hitman Hart?

He watched as Bret pulled a chair from under the ring, setting it up in the aisle. He had strategically placed the chair just before the overhead lights, obscuring the older man from Shawn’s view. Shawn shrugged out of his jacket first, swinging it a few times before letting it fly. Slowly he undid his belt buckle, gliding the strap from his waist. He paraded around as he usually did, untucking his t-shirt and giving Bret just a peak of his chest and stomach before covering back up. He removed his hair tie, giving his head a few good shakes to show off his soft blonde hair. Shawn knew how much Bret secretly salivated over how his lengthy hair would cascade past his shoulders and down his back.

He fell to his knees, bringing his t-shirt back up to expose his stomach and chest again, placing the hem of the t-shirt in his mouth. Unfastening the button and zipper of his jeans, he leaned back to then kick off his boots. Bret remained reserved, continuing to hide in the black. “You can join me anytime Bret baby.” he cooed, shedding his t-shirt and flinging it to the side. He lied down, stretching out on the mat, and began to sluggishly peel off his jeans. He slid his boxers down just enough for Bret to admire the cut of his hips. “Leave 'em on.” Bret said sharply, voice echoing. “Ya wanna take ‘em off cowboy?” Shawn teased, biting his lower lip. The chair Bret was sitting in, scraped across the floor as he stood up. Shawn’s heart began to race with anticipation as Bret approached him, his dick already hard.

Bret entered the ring in between the ropes, kneeling to crawl towards Shawn, and moving among his legs. He kissed his knee, beginning a careful ascent with his lips to his thigh and hip. Bret’s fingers dug into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them only to expose the heart tattoo above his ass. Shawn was well aware of Bret’s stance on his tattoos, he heard it regularly during the show but now he only seemed too pleased to see it. Bret licked at the tattoo, tenderly sucking at the skin. He shifted back to kiss his inner thighs, taunting Shawn’s erection. His breath caught as Bret bit down on his flesh. “Holy Jesus, don’t keep me waiting.” Shawn begged, his hands finding Bret’s mess of hair, trying to guide him towards his dick. Instead Bret rose to a standing position, holding Shawn’s legs in the air. “Oh shi-, oh come on!” he managed to squeak out before he was forced and curled into a sharpshooter.

Shawn felt his back scream as Bret contorted his body and held fast with his most notorious move. “Fuckin’ ow.” he wheezed, scrabbling against the mat. Bret gritted his teeth, adamant in keeping Shawn stuck. “How you doin’ boytoy?” he asked, mocking. Shawn smiled, “Jokes on you mark man, I’m only getting more turned on.” Bret squeezed, tightening his hold. “Is that so?” he freed Shawn, allowing his legs to flop to the floor. Not wasting any time, Bret flipped him; his back smacking harshly into the mat. Bret pried off Shawn’s boxers, nearly tearing them to reveal his slick and pulsing member. “He sure is happy to see ya.” Shawn said, highly amused. Hastily in an effort to avoid another opening for Bret, he knocked Bret’s feet out from under him, and caught him in a headlock.

“Fuck.” Bret snarled. “Not much fun being on the receiving end huh?” he jabbed. Shawn knew he would much prefer for Bret to be inside him right about now, but holding him in a naked headlock was too good. He could practically feel Bret’s seething annoyance. “Are you ready to play nice?” he asked, continuing his solid grip on Bret’s neck. “Not quite.” he grunted, slithering out of his grasp to firmly wrench Shawn’s arm up and behind his back. Again he found himself face first into the mat, Bret letting his full weight rest on top of him. “Ah– god damn.” he panted into the ground. Bret leaned down, kissing the length of his shoulder and running his tongue up the side of his throat. He sank his teeth into his skin, biting him again. Shawn winced, a mix of pain and delight flooding his body.

Bret fumbled around for his jacket pocket, withdrawing a condom and small tube of lubricant. “Such a boy scout.” Shawn groaned, as Bret began to work him open, inserting his fingers leisurely one by one. He could sense Bret’s impatience, wanting badly to punish him. He closed his eyes, listening to the shuffle of Bret undoing his pants and pushing them down. He inhaled sharply as he felt Bret enter him. Bret let his head fall onto Shawn’s back, his breath hot against his flesh. He kept one hand attached to Shawn’s hip while the other continued to contain his arm behind his back. Bret sank into him slowly at first with each thrust becoming more and more vigorous. “Bret baby…” he whined, reaching to touch his own leaking cock.

“I don’t think so.” Bret said, bending Shawn’s arm to join the other; preventing any further movement. “Oh fuck you.” Shawn moaned with agony. He squirmed under the weight of the Hitman driving his dick deeper, keeping his rhythm unrelenting. The side of his cheek rubbed into the mat as he turned to whip away his long hair clinging from his face. His body was already drenched with sweat. After what felt like an eternity of depriving the desperate ache between his legs, Bret began a rapid stroke to match the pace of his hips. Shawn’s body turned weak, unable to sustain the arch in his back. He had no more snarky remarks left, he was reduced to whimpering nonsense.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” Bret gasped. Shawn was in a haze, Bret’s motions becoming more erratic as he pounded into him. He felt Bret’s teeth rake at his shoulder, biting down harshly and grunting a string of obscenities as he came. Shawn yelped over the sudden sting at his shoulder, it was definitely going to leave a mark. The sensation would only fuel his pleasure, threatening to throw him off the edge. Bret licked at the fresh wound he inflicted, causing Shawn’s heart to stutter. “Motherfucker-…” he choked, his face still rigid against the mat. Bret remained inside of him, dick pulsing. Shawn’s arms were released, sore from being restrained. He steeled himself as Bret kept him propped on his knees. Bret continued to pump his cock, his cadence turning torturously slow.

Shawn thrashed around in a frenzy, his hips bucking into Bret’s fist. He knew as another form of punishment, Bret was only going to let Shawn cum on his terms. Bret lowered their bodies to relax onto the mat so he could nuzzle his face into the back of Shawn’s head. “You gonna behave?” Bret muttered, his words muffled through Shawn’s damp hair. “God no.” Shawn exhaled, ready to blow through his fervent euphoria. His answer to his amazement was well received as Bret quickened his strokes. He believed Bret inwardly relished his constant disobeyment, otherwise they wouldn’t be fucking around like they were.

Bret held Shawn in place as he came, white strands coating his palm and dripping onto the ring. Shawn was instantly flipped over to face him, as if Bret wanted to admire his work. He knew his face was flushed, hair wet and wild. His body trembling as he tried to adjust from the convulsions of his orgasm. Shawn met Bret’s stare, his eyes conveying possibly something more than just lust. Bret ran his fingertips along the bite mark he had indented on his neck, “Shit…” he said concerned. They typically hid their bites and bruises well, but they weren’t always careful. Occasionally and usually Shawn had to be creative with his wardrobe to conceal their enthusiasm. “Don’t worry about it.” Shawn said, bringing his hand up to caress the skin of Bret’s forearm.

Bret rolled off of Shawn to lie flat on his back. They never spent much time together afterwards, it was always just sex and nothing more. Shawn moved to his side, propping a hand behind his head to rest on his elbow. He reached out to wipe the sticky hair from Bret’s forehead. He knew he was lingering too long as he began to trace the outline of his face, his fingers languidly smoothing Bret’s bottom lip. Bret shied away from his touch, “Stop Shawn…” he said, his voice horse. “Okay.” Shawn said as he watched Bret hoist his pants back up. He selfishly wondered if Bret was sleeping with anybody else backstage. Shawn reached for his discarded boxers and slipped them back on. Bret was usually the one to bounce as soon as his appetite was satisfied. Shawn found he was longing for some semblance of affection from the older man.

“I gotta go.” Bret stated, straightening his clothes. Shawn in a bleak attempt to keep Bret just minutes more, grabbed the lapels of Bret’s jacket to drag him forward. Shawn’s lips were starving for a kiss he was denied. To his surprise Bret returned the kiss, his hands on Shawn’s waist pulling him closer. They kissed until both of their lips were red and swollen. Bret broke away first, their breathing shallow. Shawn held fast to Bret’s jacket, urging him to stay. “Bret…I-” he stammered. Bret gently pushed his hands away, his mouth forming a hint of a smile. “Gotta go.” he repeated. Shawn sighed, his hands fidgeting. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” He watched as Bret departed through the ropes, jumping to the floor. Shawn followed, but stopped short in front of the ropes. He leaned over, watching Bret’s shape disappear into the darkness of the arena. He foolishly hoped Bret would reconsider and choose to spend the rest of the night in his hotel room.

He never expected their relationship to become more than just casual. If anything, he thought Bret would form an attachment first. The Heartbreak Kid with a broken heart. Total bullshit. He collected the rest of his clothing and got redressed outside the squared circle. The overhead lights were suddenly too bright and too hot. Time to go. He gave the ring one last glance, the remnants of their affair still drying on the mat. Shawn snickered quietly, shaking his head. It wasn’t the first time he had a sexual encounter in the ring and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He was also never sure he and whomever he was with was completely alone either, but he didn’t care.

Shawn made his own way out of the arena, already scheming on how best to infuriate his Hitman in a match once again.

#fanfic #fic #a03 #hartbreak #bretshawn #bret hart x shawn michaels #goldust (mentioned)#wwf ships #ns/fw #smut

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arikasugar · 6 months ago

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beauty on a budget for someone new to the lifestyle?

since you’re only starting out, you’ll probably want to focus on affordable products and diy and at home beauty treatments.

you can get affordable skin care products from brands like cerave, cetaphil, and the ordinary. you’ll find all your essential cleansers, serums, exfoliators and moisturizers. you can order facial sheet masks in bulk cheap from amazon. you can also use aztec secret healing clay as a clay masque. skip the guasha altogether and follow a youtube tutorial for face sculpting massages instead.

good quality affordable makeup brands I used when I was nearly broke included e.l.f., nyx, wet n’ wild, maybelline, and makeup revolution. look into some other drug store brands within your budget and check reviews before you buy anything so you don’t waste your money. get generic beauty blenders and powder puffs, you’ll be replacing them often anyway so it’s best to get them cheap. you can buy cheap big makeup brush sets on amazon that’ll last a long time if you clean them regularly and take care of them.

press on nails and home manicures / pedicures will save you a ton of money and time. find a good manicure kit and pumice stone. buy a dollar store basin and some epsom salts to soak your feet. for press on nails I usually get mine from temu or brands like kiss and impress. if you just want to paint your natural nails, get a gel polish like l.a. colors color craze gel or sally hansen miracle gel. if you want to go the extra mile, invest in the supplies and learn how to do your own acrylics or gel manicures.

learn how to wax, shape, and tint your own eyebrows. you can buy an affordable diy wax kit like this one and use youtube tutorials on how to find the most flattering brow shape. (as a bonus, the hard waxing kit can also be used to remove unwanted hair on the rest of your body.) you can also find cheap brow tinting kits that usually last up to five uses at sally’s beauty supply and various other stores online.

if you want your lashes done, you can either get really, really good at applying a strip lash – my go to affordable brands are ardell and kiss – or you can invest in some bulk lash clusters and the falscara diy eyelash extension kit. figure out what lash placement will best compliment your features, then watch lots and lots of youtube tutorials on how to use it and practice, practice, practice. they take some getting used to.

when it comes to hair care, the very first thing you want to do is figure out your hair type with a quiz like this one and find what it needs to look and feel healthy. I have 2A hair, so I would pretty much always spring for nexxus for something moisturizing and lightweight, but I’ve heard great things about ogx, shea moisture, not your mother’s, maui moisture, l’oreal elvive, and garnier whole blends which are great for other hair types, densities, and textures. all these brands carry a wide variety of products from shampoo, to leave in treatments, to hair masques, to curl cream — you get it. again, read reviews. you can also use a cotton t-shirt to dry and plop your hair instead of spending money on a microfiber towel, and a satin scarf wrapped around your head to protect your hair while sleeping instead of a silk bonnet and pillow case.

if you’re into styling your hair, two of my favorite methods are heatless styling and blowouts. for heatless styling, you may not even need to purchase any new styling tools. I started out using this heatless robe curl method and eventually started doing other heatless styling methods like the ones on this playlist once I started buying more tools, and did styles like these when I didn’t feel like setting my hair at all. for styles that require heat, a highly suggest investing in a dyson airwrap – which can do pretty much everything – so you don’t end up spending even more on an arsenal of hot styling tools.

good luck, sugar

xoxo

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thebibliosphere · 1 year ago

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It's alright if you don't have an answer to this question, but perhaps your followers do? I'm not diagnosed with EDS but I definitely have something going on with my connective tissue; my skin is super stretchy and my nails are super bendy (I didn't know "breaking a nail" was possible until I saw it happen to someone irl, I thought people were exaggerating- my nails will bend and tear, but never break!)

Body hair has always been an irritating sensory issue for me so I've been looking into more permanent removal methods than shaving recently, and I just tried waxing at home for the first time. But my skin just seems to want to come away with the wax! I know how to apply wax (wash area first, apply in direction of hair growth, remove in opposite direction) so that isn't the problem. Removing it was extremely painful in some areas because of this, more than it's supposed to be. I'm familiar with how much waxing is supposed to hurt, and it's not supposed to hurt THAT much. There was some minor bleeding involved. I couldn't find much helpful info online. Is there a way to wax stretchy skin without injury or do I just need to stick to shaving?

Ouch, friend, I'm so sorry! Waxing was always too painful for me. I'd bruise so badly, and several times, my skin would tear, too. Something I did better with was sugaring because the person doing it was using their hands and not strips, but it sounds like you're even stretchier than me, so it might not still be viable.

I can't do it because it provokes a histamine response, but lasering, though expensive, might be an option. I'd be interested to see if anyone in the notes has any experience with it!

#chronic health tag

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thepepsislvt · 11 months ago

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Man yknow what I’m gonna ask. Barto with a virgin reader and first time has? And what if we did bonus points if the reader is short..

Mwehheehe i did it >:3

Warnings: Nsfw, Biting, Reader’s First Time, Mirror sex

Afab reader to fulfill my transmasc Delusions but no pronouns mentioned

“Are you sure about this?” Bartolomeo asks for what seemed like the 18th time that night. He means well though he wants to be sure you're ready. It was your first time after all.

You're currently straddling his lap on his large bed. The two of you both stripped down, clothes are scattered and forgotten around his room. The whole world seemed to be at a halt because all that mattered was that both of you were too lost in the moment.

You give him another soft kiss which he more than willingly reciprocated. After a moment of kissing you pull back just enough to mumble a quick ‘I’m sure’ against his lips before diving right back in.

He moved to place you on the bed.

“Alright, well if you're that sure, then let's getcha all stretched open for me, yeah?”

with one final peck to your lips, he started his journey down, kissing your chin and neck down your chest and stomach but stopping where you needed him most. You huffed impatiently as Barto started to kiss your knee. He slowly made his way up to your thighs where he started to nibble and gently bite at the skin. You let a soft moan escape your lips as he does so. Bartolomeo made sure to leave marks that would be there in the morning including punctures from his two most prominent teeth. As he licked the blood from certain bites his mind was fogged up with the thought that he was going to be your first and hopefully your only.

As you let out an impatient whine he decided it was time to let you finally have what you so desired. He leaned closer to your cunt and licked a long stripe. After hearing you sigh with pleasure he give you a few more licks before moving one of your legs onto his shoulder. He carefully inserted one finger into you. Once he knew you were comfortable and enjoying it he started pumping his finger in and out of you. He turned his head to the leg that was resting on his shoulder and started biting your inner thigh once more. You were experiencing pure bliss when he added a second and third finger. So much so that you grabbed into his hair to keep yourself grounded. He let out a groan when you yank on his hair hard and sank his bigger teeth into your thigh. With the added pleasure from his bite, you scream his name and came on his fingers. He helped you through your orgasm as he carefully removed his teeth from your thigh.

“Awe what a mess, and all for me? How sweet” Barto cooed at you as he removed his fingers before licking them clean. You watched in awe as he did so before he leaned down to kiss you again “you ready, sugar?”

With a nod you both moved to where you were on top. The both of you had agreed that you would be on top to control the pace and speed. He was a big guy after all and didn’t want to hurt you or cause you discomfort in any way. With your new position you were straddling his thighs with your hands on his chest to trade his tattoo. He had his hands holding your own thighs for support.

With a deep breath you sank down on him slowly, stopping every now and again to get adjusted. Bartolomeo rubbed your thighs in a soothing manner and kept telling you how good you were doing. When you finally bottomed out he pulled you down to face him

“doing so good for me, keep it up?” You blushed at his words and pulled him into a deep kiss.

When you finally got comfortable and adjusted to his size, you started to roll your hips against him. He let out a soft whimper and moved his hands to hold your hips, encouraging you to keep going. After a few more rolls of your hips you started to bounce on his dick, with him going deeper with each bounce you let your moans out free. It was taking everything in him not to thrust up into you. He wanted you to take the lead this time, there will be time for that another time if you let him.

After some time your legs and thighs began to grow tired and Barto apparently picked up on it. He held your hips in place to halt your movements. Before you could whine or complain he moved the two of you to sit on the edge of his bed with your back against his chest.

”How about a little help, hmm?” He asks before lowering you onto him once again.

One of his arms went around your hips. Once he started to thrust up into you he grabbed your face in his free hand and made you look at his full length mirror across from the two of you. Once you set eyes on him through the mirror he smiled at you with his eyes clouded with desire. He moved your head to the side to kiss your neck but he made sure you were still looking at the mirror.

After one particular sharp thrust, you let out a louder moan and threw your head back.

”Don’t do that now” Barto said in between heavy breaths. He moved your face back up to look at the mirror “ ‘wanna see yourself? Want you to watch, please?” Even with all the desire and lust built up he still was so sweet and gentle with you.

You couldn’t last any longer, the knot in your stomach was about to burst. He didn’t seem that far behind.

“Mmm! Barto! Keep going I’m almost there” you gave him a warning this time.

”mhmm go ahead sugar, I got you I promise.” He started biting your neck since he knew that would push you over the edge.

And he was right, shortly after you came all over him while screaming his name. His hips started to stutter as he came in you. After the initial high he started to panic.

”Shit, I didn’t mean to come in you. Let me get you cleaned up.” He took you off his lap and placed you on the bed. But before he could get far, you grabbed his arm and brought him close.

”I’m pretty sure I didn’t complain, in fact, I want you fill me up even more”

His face turned red as he processed what you said. But who was he to say no to you when you asked him so nicely.

#x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #one piece x gn reader #pepsiwrites

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cleangirlxoxo · 5 months ago

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//VS angel beauty secrets//

☾ drinking lots of water for clearer skin (obviously) ☾ hot water and lemon to brighten skin ☾collagen powder ☾ smoothies w/ ginger, spinach, lemon, greens, cucumber ☾ always remove makeup before bed ☾ meditate in other places than your house ☾ sugar + coconut oil exfoliant ☾ moisturizer under makeup ☾ lots of highlighter ☾ probiotic every morning ☾ getting as much sleep as possible ☾ coconut oil as hair mask ☾ eat fruits + veggies ☾ less makeup ☾ pore strips ☾ wash face before and after working out ☾ morrocan oil treatment ☾ avocado for face + hair masks ☾ antioxidant rich foods ☾ use SPF ☾ ice face before bed ☾ vitamin e oil ☾ mineral water spray on face after shower ☾ moisturize throughout the day ☾ ballet exercises

#victoria secret #vs model #vs angel #beauty secrets #clean girl #clean girl aesthetic #self love #self improvement #girl blog

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cheetabites · 1 year ago

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☆ ~ giving you some sugar

pairings: victor!treech x mentor!reader summary: your love language is gift giving and now that treech won the games you feel like showing him how much he means to you warnings: fluff, reader takes care of their bbg, gn!reader, this is before they’re in an established relationship, they want each other so bad but they’re oblivious to each others feelings, second person, reader uses pet names, treech ditches his hat (just for today :0), in this they’re still in the capitol

the last few weeks for treech were hell. if getting reaped wasn’t enough then the humiliating treatment he gotten from the capitol citizens definitely was. killing his pride, and leaving a broken shell of the man that he was before.

and when he was announced as victor he was almost grateful, but the overbearing amount of blood on his hands left him unable to fully embrace that feeling.

that’s how you found him when you entered the infirmary. eyes glassed, as he was unable to pull his gaze off his hands even as the surrounding nurses patched up his injuries.

you waited until they were finished, patiently with the clean stacks of clothes held in your arms. you strode towards him, gently placing the clothes on the spot next to him before gently cupping his cheeks.

“hey,” your eyes scanned every part of his face, taking in the scratches ranging from small to large on his cheeks to the sheen of dirt mixed with sweat illuminating his face, “ ‘re you with me sweetheart?”

his eyebrows crinkled as he squinted, trying to get a clear view of you as tears began to pool in his eyes. the intensity of the situation leaving him exhausted and willing to take comfort from anyone at this point, anyone that would hold him.

you let him grip onto your waist, burying his head onto your chest as your hands rested on the back of his head. staying silent as you let him release all his anguish and anger of everything he was forced to do to survive.

once his sobs turned into sniffles you brought your lips down to meet with the mess of his hair, before cupping his face again so he could look at you. “after you bathe i brought these for you to get changed into,” his clothes were stained with a mix of dirt, sweat and blood, “you haven’t gotten the comfort of a shower for weeks. and i assumed you wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing this any longer, like you had for the past weeks.”

the words were stuck in his throat, so he resorted to an affirmative nod. “ ‘kay let’s get you in the bath then.”

he didn’t know the last time he was this clean; his skin and curls lacking the dirtiness it held before, smelling rich from the expensive suds he lathered them with. his wet fingertips grasped the softness of the towel, removing the dripping water from his skin before lathering himself with the lavender scented lotion you left with the rest of his things.

once his skin was left moisturized and soft he pulled on the fresh undergarments, before pulling on the black pleated slanted pocket pants. uncapping the deodorant and smoothing it on his underarms before pulling the white dress shirt on and buttoning it.

the creak of the door opening brought your eyes away from your book, your eyes widening once you saw him. “feel like that shower stripped me a whole new identity,” a tiny smile appearing on his face as he made his way towards you.

in return a smile was brought to yours, dropping your book into your tote before coming up to him to brush away stray curls hanging infront of his forehead. “you do look good,” you looked into his eyes, that just moments prior were red and puffy, “i’ll have to keep you close to me, don’t want anyone stealing you since you were mine first.”

the capitol’s streets were packed tight as you two walked through the shopping strip, having to grab onto his hand to make sure he wasn’t whisked away. your eyes widening as you spotted the shop you’d planned to take him to.

the sound of the bell ringing overhead echoed through the bare space of the store, alerting the shop owner of your arrival. “oh (name), i didn’t expect you to come back too soon,” her attention later drawn by the man on your side, “and you brought a handsome young man with you, never thought i would see the time.”

you ignored the teasing comment she shot your way and smiled as you introduced him, “this is treech, he was the tribute i mentored.” her eyes crinkled as she smiled, gesturing for us to get closer, “treech from district 7, so your the man they’ve been yapping about.”

an embarrassed blush washed over your face, treech looking back at you in shock almost like he couldn’t believe it. a laugh pouring out of the lady’s - your aunt’s - mouth as she watched the two of you.

“auntie, you promised you wouldn’t tell,” you looked at her, betrayal mixed with the blush on your face. “it’s okay, guess no one is able to resist my charm,” you were too focused on your embarrassment to realize just after he’d found out a smirk played itself on his face. reminding you of the charm he’d displayed to gain the favor of the capitolites watching the games.

you pushed his shoulder at his comment, but his playful smile made your eyes shine with fondness - happy you were able to distract him from the dark thoughts that’ll haunt him later. “yeah yeah, you’re irresistible now let’s get what we came for.”

“what you came for,” his head tilted towards you with a knowing look, “all i’ve been doing was following you around, in these unfortunately good-looking dress clothes.”

“what i came for to get you,” you rolled your eyes before taking his hand to lead him to the jewelry section.

you scanned the jewelry adoring the shelves and table top before grasping the the macrame bracelet holding multiple spheres of tigers eye. turning towards him with it hidden between your palms.

“can you guess what it is,” your eyebrows raised up as you challenged him. his eyebrows furrowing before he shrugged, “i’m not too caught up in the materialistic goods capitolites indulge themselves in. but since we’re in the jewelry section i assume it’s a product produced by district 1?”

a frown overtook your face but you continued nonetheless, “well yes, it is a piece of jewelry but no it wasn’t produced by district 1.”

you uncapped your hands to reveal the bracelet, setting it down in his palm to let him mull over what might’ve been the reason for this sudden present. but when he looked at it, it stole his breath. something that only his name getting picked in the reaping had done.

it was a bracelet that held tiny beads of tigers eye; a crystal that aids in releasing fear and anxiety, promoting mental clarity, heals the emotional body and produces insight into internal conflicts. he remembered you telling him about it when he’d asked, when you’d visited him to bring him food.

“seeing how interested you were when you first saw it i asked my aunt if i could take one for you,” you loosened the ties of the bracelet so it’s opening was big, so he could slip his hand inside. his eyes gleaming like the crystal that now sat on his wrist as he admired the piece.

“it’s also good because i know despite you arising as the victor, you’ve been dealing with a lot mentally too,” you paused as he looked up into your eyes. seeing him so vulnerably open as if now you’d broken every obstacle that kept you from seeing the true him, “so, i wanted you to have it. i wanted you to atleast have one good thing from the capitol.”

his hands clasped with yours - more intimately than it’s ever been before, as if the tigers eye was already bringing clarity to his mind. him now able to see how much you meant to him.. - for a few seconds before he cupped your check, “the second good thing. nothing materialistic could ever take your place.”

you paused momentarily out of shock before breaking out into a tearful smile, “yeah?” he shook his head up and down into a nod, “yeah.” at that you leaned in, placing your plush lips on his chapped ones. lips moving fervently until slowing to feel him smiling into the kiss, yeah he could get used to this.

you spent almost a month together, who said you couldn’t spend a few more?

a/n: the first time i’ve written something that’s not sad! i wanted to get it out of my drafts as soon as possible cause winter break is coming to an end :(

#🪓. lumberjack #🕊️🐍. tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #hunger games #tbosas #tbosas x you #tbosas imagine #tbosas x reader #treech tbosas #district 7 #the hunger games x reader #hunger games imagine #the hunger games x you #treech x reader

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canonsinthehead · 1 year ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK - Parenting Headcanons

(i wrote this fast please dont mind the grammar....)

Kento Nanami (w/ Itadori-chan)

Contolling mom

Way of the Househusband

Single parent by choice (things are easier if managed alone)

Itadori is his adoptive son

he makes fancy lunchs for yuji filled with veggies he cant stand BUT coming home with leftovers is assuring him a serment from Nanami.

Talking about lunches, Itadori loves the large 1-foot sandwiches the blonde man makes for him. At school, he loves to share half of it with Juunpei (when his friend doesn't have lunch or just for fun.)

Itadori always begs Megumi to make his dogs eat his leftovers veggies regardless of how much the black-haired boy tells him why it will not work. Nobara force feeds all Yuji's leftovers back to him (she thinks it's hilarious) because everytime he tossed them in trash Nanami somehow found out and pinched his ears into a coma.

unplugs wifi during the night

type of parent to catch you when you try to cook yourself a midnight snack

bad grades, skipping training = no roblox & PS5

likes to see his adopted son having friends but these gremlins better remove their shoes before stepping on freshly vacuumed and conditioned carpet (expect Megumi & Juunpei)

Nanami wakes up every morning to iron his clothes. to Itadori his ability to perfectly iron a shirt is pure witchcraft (he tried to exorcise it and failed)

he often comes off as harsh but Nanami sincerely cares about anyone under his care hence why he can be hard on certain things for the sake of that person's well being and success.

a bitter truth is better than a sweet lies

(in a regular non-sorcerer high school) he would on his official 1498538th visit to the school principal's office for his son getting into fights

would pat your head

early bird (4-5am)

love language: act of service and quality time

nanami is not the "physical touch" type of person but doesn't resist itadori's hugs.

Toji Fushiguro (w/ Megumi)

if you pull a "is that you?" or mention anything related to the Zenin clan, it's an AUTOMATIC beat down.

Megumi is embarrassed of him whenever they hang out since he is preserving his "broke man habits" especially how obnoxiously Toji eats inhales food. Megumi will never admit it but when it relates to food/table manners he prefers Gojo's conduct in public over his dad's by a millimeter.

showers at the 24/7 gym when he can. would sleep in the lockers when one of his sugar mama/"girlfriend" gets tired of him

bring his ladies home after-hour for a back-breaking session whether Megumi is there or not (YIKES)

type to get a job and get fired superrr fast (no more than a month or even as short as 2 weeks). he gets kicked out for various reasons: getting into fights, stealing, seducing or smashing somebody's gf/wife, bad customer service, etc. his longest-standing job was at a strip club (nobody knows what position he had).

own 2 pairs of shoes and one is falling apart

always late or absent to Megumi's event

DONT ASK!!! all his "girlfriends" think they can change like his wife did for him

talks loud on speaker phone (not for shady business tho)

goes to night clubs to antagonize people

night owl

love language (with his gfs): physical touch & receiving gifts. btw the gifts are for him and he takes the "physical" side VERY seriously. he always make sure the send his partner into pure ecstasy but dont get it twisted he still thinks about his wife.

love language (with Megumi): hey i'm here so... maybe act of service.

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rinsvg · 1 year ago

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✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩— Tease, Armin Arlert

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, face seating, the usage of good girl, slight nipple play, armin being a big ass tease. Reader being embarrassed easily.

Summery: Armin is a quiet person by nature, and you’ve learned that through the countless conversations you’ve had with him, just nodding along while you ramble on and on about anything and everything.

He’s always been like that, and you’ve grown accustomed to him not being as vocal as others during day-to-day activities—that is, until night comes and he becomes the biggest tease in the world.

His fingers barely touch your skin as they ghost across it. You'd be lying if you claimed that you hadn't attempted to mimic the way he touches you and the way his long, deft fingers cause you to writhe. He dwarfs every ex-lover of yours. Your hands don't feel the same as before. It almost makes up for his flimsiness. Just almost.

Your face is cupped by his calloused hands. You lean in even more as you are drawn in by the warmth of his skin. You sense yourself gradually caving in to him.

He reclines. If it weren't for the evil-sounding giggle he lets out, you might not have noticed. He observes as your eyes enlarge. Your brows furrow in anger.

"Did you want me to kiss you?" He asked.

You mumble, "stop teasing," .

Armin gives you a swift peck on the forehead, than your jaw's curvature.

He squeezes your thigh and says, "It's my job to tease you; I enjoy seeing you writhe."

Armin brushes your hair away from your eyes while stroking it with one hand. Goosebumps start to rise along your shoulders at the soft contact. When he takes his hand away, you clearly pout.

“Please,”you beg.

He answers your pleas by grabbing you and giving you a forceful, desperate kiss. Armin bites at your lower lip until you allow him to stick his tongue into your mouth to feel how moist it is. He has a faint caramel flavor dancing on the top of his tongue from the candy he was eating earlier. He looks as though he doesn't know what to do with his hands. Your sweatpants are pulled down to reveal your already-wet pussy as they creep up your sides, stroking the delicate flesh of your breasts and hips.

One of his hands glides in between your knees while his broad, calloused fingers draw arcs over your clitoral area. You almost melt under his touch. Your chest was pressed against his in the most advantageous posture, with your knees firmly placed on either side.

He is fueled by every groan and gasp that is nearly allowed to escape your lips but is stopped by his tongue. Your face sinks into the crook of his neck as you breathe in his aroma. He smells mostly like sugar lychee and Angle soft laundry detergent.

You whimper as he removes his hand because you miss his touch. So close to your own freedom, yet so far away. He extends a hand to shake. You obediently put his fingers in your mouth and circled them with your tongue.

“Strip.” He orders. You comply.

The first thing to come off is the shirt you stole from him. You slowly throw it aside after pulling it over your head. He notices you are not wearing a bra underneath, and the corner of his lip twitches. Your nipples' delicate skin is gently pulled and pinched by his hands as they palm at your breasts. They are enthusiastically squeezed by calloused hands as they gush over their roundness.

Then come your sweatpants. You must briefly move away from his lap in order to slide the object down your legs. His hand gropes appreciatively toward your behind. He gives you a swift slap while smiling at the way your ass wiggles and admiring how you let out a small gasp. You wouldn't describe it as painful, yet it stings. The crimson mark he left behind is covered by his hand.

"Look at you, my good girl." His deep chest chuckles are audible. It is impossible to deny the heat that radiates up to your face. Your hands rise to cover your face in embarrassment. Your arms automatically cross over your chest. It's not like he hasn't seen your body before.

“Don't hide yourself sweetheart." He gently tugs your arms down, admiring the way the lit candles reflects off your skin. “I want to see you.”

You straddle his thigh. The way you grind down against him is far from subtle. He notices the way your face contorts with need and the small wet patch your cunt leaves on his thigh.

His tongue is poised to display his adoration. He guides your hips to rest on his chest as he reclines quite ungracefully. His blonde hair gathers around his head as he smirks while saying his next words.

“Be a good girl and ride my face.".

There's no hiding the way your body heats up. From chest to forehead, you’re warm. His hands trail down your sides, squeezing your ass and hips. You settle over his face and thighs on either side of his head. The warmth of your skin spreads to him.

His tongue slithers around your clitoral area, dipping into your folds. To your clit, he presses kitten licks. Armin's touches are never just what you need, but they are always agonizingly close. Just like him, his touch is ephemeral. In order to get him to where you want him most, your fingers are buried in his hair.

“ you said you wouldn’t tease!” You whine loudly.

He pulls you down into his face as his hold on your thighs becomes more firm. A hot tongue showers adoration on your yearning clitoral area. His deft tongue makes delicate circles around your genitalia while nibbling and sucking at the tender bud. Other than your own groans, you can hear a man who is happy with what he is doing. With his head between your thighs, he could pass away content.

As you pursue your own release, you slam down into his face. With each dexterous flick of his tongue, heat builds low in your stomach. You've become nothing more than a writhing, rambling mess, calling out his name as if it were a prayer.

The knot in your stomach finally snaps.

Armin holds your hips down while you experience your climax on his face. The overstimulation takes some time for your lust-drunk mind to realize. His tongue continues to dance over your clitoral area with eagerness, seemingly oblivious to your undulating form. Toji's face has a sparkle in the shadowy light on its lower half. His messy hair is sticking out in all different directions from your frantic hold. His face breaks out in a dreamy, sly grin. You don't frequently see him looking that calm.

You are wobbly and sensitive due to your post-Organism haze. His hands caress your reddened skin as he scans your figure with a hungry gaze. Though he doesn't express his feelings in the most verbal manner, what is happening in his thoughts is seen in his eyes. All at once, but also piece by piece, he takes you in. What his mouth won't say, his eyes will.

“Did you think you could get away that easily?” He asks.

You swallowed hard, and you knew you were in for a long night.

Author note: this been in my drafts for months, I also just realized I haven’t wrote nothing in almost two whole months school must have really been kicking my ass 😂.

#➶ ͙˚ ༘✶ ( 𝒥𝓊𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈 )#armin arlet smut #armin x black reader #armin arlet x black reader #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan smut #armin being the biggest tease in the world 😙

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skelavender · 10 months ago

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“So,” Mulder says, breaking the silence, “West Virginia. You know what’s in West Virginia, Scully?” She sighs, “Please don’t say you want to detour to a nearby UFO crash site or something, Mulder.” He chuckles, “No. But we are in the same state as the Mothman legend originates.”

read chapter two of you are in love on ao3, or below the cut!

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

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December 1996

The car hits a rumble strip, shaking Scully out of a sleepy stupor. She had been awake, but not listening closely to whatever Mulder had been going on about.

It was probably a poor idea to investigate out-of-state late in the day with a meeting planned first thing the following morning. On the bright side, the trip had been fruitful. The victim, a woman named Laura Gillyberg, washed up in the Potomac River, outside of DC. When they had visited her residence in West Virginia, they had found that the yard backed the river, giving them a likely dump site, potentially even a murder site. They had also discovered marks in the mud that appear to be from something being dragged to the riverfront. Scully collected dirt samples to test against what she would soon remove from the victim’s digestive tract, and ordered a forensic team to take casts of the drag marks and footprints in the morning. Unfortunately, they end up waiting until a specific coworker of the victim comes on shift at 10, and don’t start their three hour drive back home until nearing 11.

When Scully tunes back in, she finds that Mulder is still going on about Gillyberg’s coworker, whom they had interviewed two hours earlier. “Scully, I’m telling ya, she could have been Mariah Carey’s twin.”

“She looked nothing like her! She just had curly brown hair. You don’t say I look like Daphne from Scooby Doo just because I’m a redhead.”

Mulder drags his eyes down her purple suit and gives her a knowing look. “Red hair, purple suit, incredible investigative skills… I don’t know, Scully, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a du– uhh–“ he breaks off into a wide yawn.

“Tired, Mulder?”

“A little.”

“Do you want to switch off? We can stop for food and coffee.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Luckily, a 24-hour diner appears in short order and Mulder pulls into the near-empty parking lot. Shockingly, a diner in the middle of West Virginia isn’t the most popular place at midnight on a Tuesday.

They put in their orders for their meals with the waitress, who presents them immediately with lukewarm coffee. It’s not the best stuff they’ve drank on the road, but it’s not the worst either. And more importantly, it’s caffeinated.

When the waitress flirts with Mulder, he makes a show of his wedding ring. Scully pretends not to find anything odd about the interaction, like it doesn’t turn her stomach and her territorial guard dog instincts kick in, like she has some kind of ownership over him, like he is something to be possessed. She tames the burning jealousy and ensuing satisfaction, shoving the sensations back down deep in her chest. He’s not hers, be he simultaneously is in every way that matters.

They’re quiet as they wait for their food, in the comfortable way Scully only ever feels with Mulder. They don’t need to fill the silence. Even though there are things both of them want to say, exhausted on the way back from a case isn’t the time to say them. Their ankles lay against each other, and they sip their coffee.

“There ya go, sugar!” The waitress winks as she sets Mulder’s burger down in front of him. She gives Scully a half-assed smile when she gives her the club sandwich she had ordered. Scully refrains from rolling her eyes, but just barely.

“So,” Mulder says, breaking the silence, “West Virginia. You know what’s in West Virginia, Scully?”

She sighs, “Please don’t say you want to detour to a nearby UFO crash site or something, Mulder.”

He chuckles, “No. But we are in the same state as the Mothman legend originates.”

Scully’s eyebrows shoot up. “Mothman?” She echoes incredulously.

“Yep. It’s a humanoid bird first spotted in 1966. He’s on the other side of the state, though.”

“Well, at least I’m saved from having to hunt for Mothman in the middle of the night.”

“Maybe we’ll investigate that after we figure out what happened to Laura Gillyberg.” He says. “We’re much closer to the Mystery Hole right now, though.”

Scully stares at her partner silently for a moment. “Alright, Mulder, I’ll bite. What, pray tell, is a mystery hole?”

“It’s a gravitational anomaly. It’s a tourist trap, but that doesn’t make it any more explainable. Some theorists say the roadside attraction was put there by the government to cover up a real gravitational anomaly or something. I can only imagine the inquisition you would give them, Scully.”

“Don’t tempt me,” She says flatly, pushes her now empty plate away from her, and downs the last swig of her coffee. “Let's head out.”

Mulder retrieves some bills to lay on the table and holds the diner door for her as they head out to the car. “There’s also an archive of haunted items farther north. We should come to West Virginia more often, Scully, they’ve got their share of X-Files.” He’s reaching into his pocket for the key, ready to hand it to Scully, when he stops in the middle of the parking lot and looks at the sky.

It’s not a surprise to anyone to say that Mulder’s been interested in space since he was a kid. Even before Samantha’s disappearance, he had watched Star Trek and found himself observing the heavens as often as possible, learning about the life of stars, of constellations, of the atmospheres of other planets. He had taken in as much information as possible. It wasn’t until after Samantha was taken that his interest had shifted from imagining the possibilities to proving what was reality.

He looks back down to Scully with equal adoration as he had the stars. The light from the diner sign glints off the chain on her neck, the one that holds her wedding ring. Yours, a voice within him says. Your wedding ring. Your love.

“Scully.”

“Yes?”

“Look up.”

She does. Half of her face is bathed in the neon red of the diner’s sign, and she’s glowing. The diner, the expanse of space, and the whole damn world fade into the background as Mulder watches Scully observe the heavens.

“I don’t see any UFOs up there, Mulder.”

“Nope.” His eyes don’t leave her face, taking the image of her in and hoping to etch it into his memory so that she exists like this forever. “Just us.”

She tilts her head, just slightly, to look up at him with the same look she had given the sky, with the exact same reverence. Like looking into his eyes was just as glorious as the infinity of space.

The moment oozes, arriving and departing in slow motion. It seems to last forever. She’ll exist like this for an eternity, in his mind, soaked in red light and gazing at him with the same admiration she had for the night sky. He just watches her blinking up at the sky, eyes dancing between stars like they’re whispering their secrets directly to her, sharing what they’ve seen in their millions of years of life. Like they can tell her stories.

Then, he realizes that they can.

“How much do you know about the stars?” He asks.

“I read an article a couple weeks ago about HD140283, the oldest star in the universe. It provides evidence that the universe has repeatedly crunched and expanded, but it’s surprisingly close–”

“Constellations, Scully.” He cuts her off unceremoniously, “Myths and legends.”

The smile that blooms across her face does so slowly, creeping along the lower half of her face like she understands what he’s getting at. “Probably not as much as you could tell me.”

He grins back and opens the passenger door for her. “Agent Scully.” He almost fucking bows. She gives him an inquisitive look, but slides into the seat nevertheless.

He drives a couple of miles out to a field with short enough grass for his purposes and retrieves a blanket from the trunk. He tucks it under an arm, and offers the opposite elbow to Scully, who tucks her hand right into place like it belongs there. Mulder would like to argue that it does.

When they lay the blanket out and settle in onto it, Mulder ends up close enough to her that his shoulder is pressed against hers. The touch is electric, warming her skin against the cool night.

“Wow,” Scully breathes, in awe.

“What do you see?”

“There are just… so many of them. I can’t remember the last time I bothered to look up with the intent of looking for the stars, especially not outside the city. There are so many more of them.”

“Do you see any constellations you know?”

She points. “The Big Dipper.”

“The Little Dipper, actually, but yes.”

“That’s the only one I can identify off the top of my head.”

“Well, Pisces is right there.” Mulder points up to the sky, and Scully’s eyes follow. “That’s your star sign.”

Scully scoffs. “I can’t be surprised that you believe in astrology, of all things.”

Mulder laughs. “I actually don’t, not entirely. I know Pisces because of the Greek myth about Aphrodite and Eros.”

“I don’t think I know that one.”

Mulder turns his head and effectively whispers in her ear. “Aphrodite, Goddess of love and beauty, and Eros, God of sex, were trying to escape Typhon, so they jumped into the Euphrates River, and depending on which version of the myth you follow, they either turned into or rode on the back of two fish. Hence the symbol for Pisces.”

“Interesting.” She turns her head to look at him, misjudging how close he is. Their noses brush. “What others do know?”

He tells her. He spills out the tale of Posiedon’s advent of the Pegasus, of Cassiopeia’s vanity leading to her demise at his hands, and Draco’s at the hands of Athena. For almost an hour, he is but a conduit for the stories painted across the sky.

When he finally turns his head to look at her again, he can’t identify the expression on her face. But there certainly is something there, something unexpressed. “What?” He asks with a laugh.

“We look at the sky and see very similar things, Mulder, just in different ways. I see dying stars, the past. A quantifiable means of knowledge. You see potential, possibilities. You see the light from dead stars hurtling towards us like the future, and the meaning we have ascribed to them.” When she shifts her head to look at him, his eyes are already on her. “You see the beauty in it. You see the poetry in the stars that I can’t. That’s beautiful.”

There’s a depth to Mulder’s gaze that she can’t read, and a beat passes where he is unsure how to respond. He leans face closer to her and her eyes flutter closed, she’s so sure he’s finally going to kiss her–

And his lips land on her nose.

Somehow, it’s more tender, more intimate, than a kiss on her lips would have been. It fills her to the brim, with a threat to overflow. She just about shatters, letting out a breath that trips in her chest and comes out in two bits.

She loves him. In this moment as much as any other, she loves him.

And she has no clue what to do with that.

It shouldn’t be so destabilizing, but it is. She’s loved him for years, since she’s known him. But every time he makes something she’s always considered mundane into artwork, or every time he makes her feel safe when the world is falling down around them, or every time he remembers the smallest habit or fact about her — that love increases tenfold, and she stumbles over it.

“We should get going.” Scully manages through the knot of adoration in her throat. Mulder nods, and they stand to gather the blanket. Mulder bunches it up to toss in the trunk again, but Scully snatches it off of him and rolls it precisely before tucking it under her arm.

As they walk side by side to the car, Scully lets her left hand, the one closer to Mulder and not holding the blanket, drift towards her husband’s. Gently, casually, she hooks her pinkie finger around his. They walk like that all the way back through the field, only their two fingers touching. Separate and independent, but still undeniably intertwined.

They don’t let go until they reach the car, ready to continue on their way home together.

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