#the pampering is just gonna be me doing a whole face cleaning routine instead of just splashing my face

[cinastre]

ok! ok im going to bed at a normal time tonight but im making a list of things i Have to do tomorrow or this weekend

-dishes

-make a comprehensive grocery list

-grocery shopping

-drop off laundry

-cut out skirt pattern

-work with skirt fabric (aka find some cut out pieces and sew)

-ideally finish skirt

-clean up some

-dye hair (debatable, will be a Process)

-video games if at all possible

-some pampering

[gloryofluv]

How do you think the brothers would react to walking into MC’s room after looking for them to find them lying on bed, headphones in with a full face mask on? I’m talking cucumber slices on the eyes the whole deal. (Obviously Beel is gonna eat the cucumber but hey 😅)

Ah, thanks anon for a fun one! Self care is soooo important! Makes me want to go do a face mask now. Especially if my favorite boys are going to be there.

The Brothers Walking in on MC Enjoying a Face Mask and Self Care

Lucifer-

Busy demon boy. He knocks but is a bit concerned when he doesn’t hear an answer. Actually, a bit perturbed, if we’re honest! (Solely believes you should definitely answer him at whatever time he spends the time to do a welfare check)

Stops at the door when he sees MC lounging on their bed. Amused. Amusement turns to warm fuzzies. There they are, the affliction of his wounded heart, relaxing and listening to music, completely oblivious to watchful eyes.

The face mask even adds a pleasant smell to the room. Well, well, aren’t they a gorgeous, flawed mess? Won’t admit to wanting to encourage this in his personal space. Most certainly won’t confess to wanting to slurp up the peaceful energy of said self-care either.

Instead, he slips into the kitchen, being positive to not being seen. He prepares a relaxing herbal tea that always refreshes him on the off chance of a moment of peace. Once that is brewed to perfection, he will, with deadly silence, sneak into MC’s room and set the cup down.

They manage to peel the cucumbers off just before watching his silent escape. The warm tea is steaming next to them on the night table.

Cute. Stalkery, but cute.

"I enjoy thoroughly that you don't need to be instructed to take care of yourself."

Mammon-

Never knocks. Don’t expect it now. Even after he heard Asmo gave MC an excellent something or other to have some personal time. MC’s time is his time.

He barges into the room with his usual bravado, to note that MC hadn’t even commented. He glances over to see this goopy mess with cucumbers and a towel around their hair. Ugh. Asmo has them into that stupid self-care crap he’s been shoving!

Pouty boy. Wants attention and their attention to be real. He slumps on the bed and removes a cucumber from MC’s eyes. Starts talking regardless of if MC can hear. Then blames MC for not paying attention when they take off their headphones.

Starts a nonsense conversation. Doesn’t care about the topic, but he will continue it as long as MC gives him attention. Will be a blushing mess if MC asks if he wants them to do a mask for him.

Mammon snorts and deflects about that being Asmo’s thing. However, if MC offers to do the whole pampering effect that comes with the face mask… well, he might, ya know, be alright, maybe? Blushy blushy mess.

MC kisses his cheek, and he’s done for, even if he jumps up and spits out about it being gross and crackly from the mask. Has to leave. Cuteness overload. Poor baby boi doesn’t know how to handle soft feelings so well.

“Yeah, well, I gotta go. Maybe when you clean that crap off, you can come to my room. We’ll do something, ya know, together?”

Levi-

Knocks twice. Pissed MC didn’t answer. Glances in and blinks. Oh, they looked so peaceful. Is that the Rui-chan plushie he gave them? Oh, MC is tugging at his heart like an anime trope!

Slides inside and debates on bothering them. Just wants to admire MC a moment while he’s blushing and his brain is sputtering. MC had the plushie against their chest while relaxing on the bed.

Fiddles with his fingers and knows he should leave but likes this. A lot. Wants no one else to bother them. This moment is his. Cute. MC is a cute, adorable anime story waiting to be told. The only thing missing…

MC shifts and peels off a cucumber to reach for the boba tea he bought them earlier. Cue, nervous, mortified otaku!

However, MC doesn’t get upset and waves before taking off their headphones. They say they were just enjoying the TSL soundtrack. Even more blushing??! He can’t handle it and covers his face.

Sputtering about some streaming he needed to do, he tells them not to forget to meet him after dinner for their friendship dailies! Runs, not walks, out of the room.

Clutches his heart the whole way up the stairs and even hides his face from Mammon as he passes him on the stairs. It was just like that anime. I fell in love with a witch, and she didn’t even realize it because I can’t speak. The scene was remarkably similar.

“Ah, yeah, well, I just wanted t-to be sure you’re still coming t-tonight. You are right? I mean, I don’t want to bother you with it, y-yeah?”

Satan-

Knocks three times. Patiently waits. Until he’s not patient. Not happy to be ignored without even a response as to why MC isn’t answering.

Opens the door to see MC on their bed in a face mask. Aww, that’s cute. He likes cute things, and MC is equated to a cat sunbathing in a window. Walks over and touches MC’s shoulder.

MC jerks, but as the cucumber is removed, they smile and pat the bed. He is so pleased. Sitting down toward the center of the mattress, he assists MC to relax against his lap. Without removing their headphones, they comply.

He then opens his book and begins to read while removing the towel around MC’s hair. Ah, yes, this was peaceful and relaxing in so many ways. He was able to stroke MC’s hair and read with them while they indulged in self-care.

Perfection. He even offers to help them clean their face. Sweet little nerd. Knows why self-care is so important and relishes that MC doesn't mind his presence while doing so.

“I know you can’t hear me, but I thoroughly enjoy it when you take care of yourself. It makes me want to take care of you more.”

Asmo-

Barges in. Knows exactly what they're doing when he sees MC. Actually, knows it’s a great idea and skips up to his bathroom for his face mask! Has it prepped and ready to go with his own set of cucumbers.

Races into the room and tucks onto the bed next to MC. They remove the cucumbers and smile with a nod before taking off their headphones. He is so happy! Place the cucumbers on his own eyes.

Talk. Real talk, honey. Will go on about his Devilgram, what he saw at RAD, and even his brothers. All of it is light and airy. No bitching in a pamper session. This is all about that dopamine and good feels.

Insists that they continue with this pamper session with massages and manicures. Won’t mind at all if MC says they want to start doing this weekly. He is there, baby!

It becomes routine, and no one is going to disturb them! Encourages MC to try different masks and will be the guru of making them look as great as they make him feel! Expect cuddles and lots of kisses after the mask comes off!

“Oh! I’m so happy you want to do this! If we can do a whole session instead of just the mask, I will make you feel almost as great as I look!”

Beel-

Hungry boi. Wants to invite MC out for a snack, but no answer to his knocking? Are they alright? He saw them go into their room earlier.

He walks in to see MC on the bed, headphones on, and a mud mask? That’s what Asmo calls them, right? It smells waaaay too good to be mud. Walks over and eyes MC with confused interest.

Had no idea they liked putting food on their face. Food. Sits down on the bed and grabs one of the cucumbers. Tastes just like the sweetness of MC and food. Loves it.

MC smiles and hands him the other before taking off their headphones. Happy boi asks what they’re doing. They answer with a simple answer of self-care. The long day at RAD made them feel tired.

Asks if the mask is edible, to which MC replies and laughing negative. Oh, that makes no sense. It smells good. They offer to do a mask for him but doubt he’d be able to not eat it.

He laughs and nods before asking if they were almost done. He now has a craving for ice cream and maybe a half-dozen of burgers. MC sits up and kisses his cheek before nodding.

He is glowing with happiness and kisses their masked cheek. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help it and licks their face. Definitely doesn’t taste as great as it smells. MC laughs and pats his shoulder, saying they’ll be out in a few minutes so they can get a snack.

“You always taste good, but that mud doesn’t. You still look cute.”

Belphie-

Not a knocker. Doesn’t care to knock. MC is his human, and love knows no bounds. That includes doors.

Walks in to see MC on the bed with headphones and a mask. Cute. Adorable. Cuddly. Now his whole plan of going to the attic is out the window.

Slumps on the bed and buries his face in MC’s chest. Looks up to see they peel a cucumber off to see it’s him and smiles. Thump. Thump. His heart is growing by the second.

MC sighs and starts running their fingers through his hair after placing the cucumber back on their eye. Happy, sleepy boi. Cuddles closer and nuzzles with the equivalent of a sadistic sleepy cat.

MC has to beg him to let them go so they can remove it. He pouts and waits for them to return, only to entrap them in his arms and claim they smell too good to let go, and they feel so peaceful. Time for a nap.

“I love that you smell so wonderful and refreshing. Next time tell me when you’re going to do this so I can enjoy the whole thing.”

[kairos-ed]

Obese anas let's start a thread!

Skin care! Food diaries! Hair care! People who have to lose 50-100+ pounds need a completely different regime from those who have to lose 10-20+ pounds.

Here's all I have learnt and added to my routine.

1) Use an exfoliator every day. EVERYDAY.

I use three different exfoliators alternatively.

This is my routine. I have two gentle exfoliators and one harsher exfoliator.

Monday & Thursday - Turmeric + Besan +Milk/Yogurt/Curd with a little coconut oil (you can use any carrier oil). This helps with brightening your skin and has helped me lighten the discoloration of the back of my neck (poc anas you know what I'm talking about), my underarms and my inner thighs, overweight/obese bodies are more prone to discoloration caused by chafing and rubbing of skin and this helps sooooo much. You can look up different youtube videos to find the recipe and DON'T TRUST THE VIDEOS WHICH SAY YOU CAN STORE IT. you can't store it if you've already added milk or yogurt to it, but you can store it if you've only mixed the dry ingredients. I just put the stuff needed for them in my bedroom so I don't have to go to the kitchen constantly. Don't store dry ingredients for more than a month cause it'll attract bugs. If it gets bugs then you don't necessarily have to throw it out, you can sieve it and use it again.

Tuesday & Friday - Oatmeal scrub. GRIND THE OATMEAL INTO A POWDER. Don't grind it too fine but till it looks like rice powder, properly grinded but still coarse. Trust me, grinding it up makes it so much easier to scrub with and it won't clog your drains. I add honey and some milk/water to it. DON'T ADD SUGAR. This is also a gentle exfoliator so adding sugar will make it too harsh and it'll be bad for your skin. I let it sit for 5-10mins so it becomes a paste and then use it to scrub my body.

Wednesday-Saturday - Coffee scrub. This one is the most common one BUT I've found using 2 parts of coffee and one part of sugar instead of the same quantity of both works better. My skin is soft and glowy and it helps with stretch marks. I add vitamin e oil and coconut oil to this (I use a shit ton of oil). And I store this in a glass jar. I make enough for a month at a time and I've had no problems with it being stored for long periods of time.

2) SCRUB YOUR BUTT

I know this is a no brainer but I wanted to add it here either way. I stand in my shower and scrub my ass cheeks and back rolls for 5 mins every day, it helps with toning the skin and lightens the strech marks you have back there and helps you avoid loose skin. I know our favourite thing to scrub is our stomach and boobs (if you have em) but give your butt and back rolls some love too, your thighs need to get exfoliated too. I usually relax in the shower for a few mins with the scrub on too. Idk monkey brain says wait for it to work.

3) DITCH YOUR LOTIONS

I know I know, we have all seen the ads saying they work BUT we have a LOT OF BODY, lotions are expensive and gets soaked up by your clothes or evaporates immediately. Use body oils instead, they stick to your skin the whole day and you can SAVE BANK. I make my own body oil with coconut oil + black castor oil + olive oil + peppermint oil and vitamin e oil but you add whatever you feel like to it. Oils help a lot more than lotions.

4) BODY DYSMORPHIA/GENDER DYSPHORIA GANG I GOT YOU.

I have both of these and sometimes depression makes it hard for me to look at my own body. I skip getting a shower when it gets too bad and I know exactly how it feels like to not shower for weeks. During these slumps I have made it a rule to shower atleast once every 3 days. I know it's not hygienic to not shower everyday but I also hate my body don't come @ me. I use EXFOLIATING GLOVES to wash my body (even when I'm using my diy scrubs). They clean me better than just using my hands and soap or a loofah. I use the gloves as scrubs and this has helped me with skin infections caused by not showering (I said don't come @ me). I also only use anti bacterial/fungal shower gels now. They help kill any bacteria growth which happened on your body during the time you didn't shower. I have stopped using loofahs cause the net is bunched up so it becomes a breeding ground for bacteria especially cause you might not use it for long periods of time between showers cause of the absolute chaos in my brains.

4) HAIR CARE

We will lose hair. It's gonna be fine! Use peppermint oil with a carrier oil, I use black castor oil. It helps stimulate your hair follicles. Onion oil is great too, I've found that coconut oil makes me lose the hair on my head so I steer clear from it. Oil atleast once every 3 days and let it stay over night. It makes your follicles stronger and nourishes your hair.

5) PEDICURES

We will sweat a lot and during this time you need to take extra care of your feet, do diy pedicures atleast once a week and wash your shoes every weekend too. ALWAYS wear socks.

Fungal infections are a real thing people.

6) SUNDAY ROUTINE.

You might have noticed that I don't have a scrub for Sunday and it's because I have a completely different routine for Sundays. Its my pamper yourself routine. I use SKIN TIGHTENING AND FIRMING FACE MASKS BUT! ALL OVER MY BODY. I stole this from Alexandra girly talks. I use Aztec indian clay and white clay with Apple cider vinegar for this. I make a paste and sit with it for an hour. It might seem like a lot but honestly I just watch bobs burgers and the time flies by. I have also used stuff like orange peel (NOT PEEL OFF) face masks, and other face masks on my body. It helps with avoiding loose skin.

7) IF ITS GOOD FOR YOUR FACE IT'S GOOD FOR YOUR BODY.

TONER! USE TONER ON YOUR SKIN! I have a mini shower in the morning too, it's not a whole ass routine but I just wet my body with warm water and let the steam open my pores and just clean myself with water essentially (I don't really need to use soap again cause I shower at night and I live in a hot place so taking a shower twice isn't a big deal) I then use toner (use any liquid toner and put it in a foaming pump and use the foam it's easier) all over my body and then use sunscreen and oil. (Yeah I oil my body twice a day). I do this before going out so that the sunscreen protects my skin.

I'll add more when I think of more stuff. Add to this if you have anything!!

[leoamber66]

What would the bidders do in the COVID-19 Pandemic or a Pandemic in general?

I did this based on S5 and S6 and some substories~  :)

Sorry, some vary in length and sorry if it’s not good anon and there is some suggestive content in here! Trigger Warning ahead about pandemics so please turn away if you are uncomfortable with it! 

As always feedback is much appreciated!

A special thanks to @voltage-vixen @the-voltage-diaries for giving me feedback and tips on this!

Eisuke:

-“MC, you’re taking time off until this situation settles down.”

-“What!? I can’t take that much time off Eisuke!”

-“Just do as I say. You don’t have a choice in the matter.”

-“Eisuke, I want to work at the hotel and take care of the guests! They’re all panicking at a time like this, so I want to do my best to help everyone! Please!”

-MC would beg him for a bit and he’d finally give in to her puppy dog eyes.

-“...Not a step outside the hotel and you come back to the penthouse the instant your shift ends.”

-MC thinks he’s being hella extra and holds back an exasperated smile.

-“Yes, sir.”

-Eisuke always gives her a kiss before leaving. A very steamy kiss ;)

-He’d probably either force and try to force MC to wear a mask at work.

-And he really doesn’t let MC leave their penthouse other than for work. And he gets everything delivered to the penthouse.

-He works in the penthouse mostly on his laptop at this time but will go out if absolutely necessary for business meetings or to sign a contract.

-He’d do his best and be extra af to make sure MC is entertained ~~and satisfied wink wonk ;)~~ and not panicking from the current crisis.

-You can also expect him to be stocked up on toilet paper and paper towels.

Soryu:

-“MC, I’m heading out now. Be careful at work.”

-Soryu knows it's probably impossible to convince MC to not go to work for the whole pandemic so he tells her to be careful and urges her to come home quickly as soon as her shift ends. MC agrees but she’s much more worried about him

-“I promise Soryu, but I want you to be careful. Tell the Dragons too for me okay?”

-“We will MC, but you don’t need to worry about me or the Dragons, we’ll be just fine.” 

-MC hesitates to tell him how she’s really feeling worrying that she might annoy him but she goes ahead anyway.

-“I know but you and the Dragons are my family too, so of course I’m worried! And...I want you to come home to me quickly.”

-Soryu tries to fight off the smile spreading on his face and fails lol. He gives her a kiss on her forehead then one on her lips before leaving.

-“Okay, I promise.”

-He lets MC go grocery shopping but tries to come with her as much as possible.

 -Although Soryu has the best poker face on the inside he’s really worried about the Dragons and MC, so he tries to make sure the Dragons don’t have to go out too much for “work”.

-Instead of buying tons of toilet paper and paper towels, he stocks up on eggs.

-OMELETS FTW

Bonus:

Baba:

-Honestly, it’ll make Baba’s “job” a lot easier since it’s very secluded in most places making it easier for him to infiltrate and steal whatever he needs to.

-“Be careful Baba.”

-“I will, can’t be worrying my Princess ;)”

-“...Come home quickly.”

-“Hmmm? Does my Princess miss me that much when I’m not home?”

-Baba teases MC hoping to ease her worry but she surprises him by saying

-“...Yeah, I do. Whenever your not with me, I miss you so much I can’t stand it. So please hurry home to me.”

-MC says that while looking at him with puppy dog eyes and blushing slightly.

-Baba would be surprised at MC’s honesty and start blushing.

-“That’s against the rules... Ah, you’re too cute!”

-“B-Baba?!”

-Baba can’t hold back from kissing MC and...WINK WONK ;)

-You know what happens ;) * ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-MC will be VERY worried since he goes around to a lot of places and has contact with a lot of people, and always has a bath and dinner ready for him every day. If Baba comes home earlier then MC, then he would cook for her, and definitely pamper MC I mean he always does lol

-Baba would be home a lot more often and will probably only go out to steal if absolutely necessary and he’d donate a lot of money to those who are having an especially hard time with the pandemic.

-At first, he’s really worried about letting MC go to work but doesn’t say anything and just tells her to be careful. But MC knows and assures him she’ll be careful and why she wants to keep working.

-He’d go get their essentials or get delivery to their suite in case MC gets worried. And in a sense, he’s kinda glad to be home more often so he can spend more time with MC.

-“Now I can devote most of my time to my Princess ;) <3”

Ota:

-“Now I can play with you and Thumper more, Koro!”

-“I’m not a dog, Ota…”

-He’d tease MC more because he knows that she’s probably worried and doesn’t want her or the baby being stressed.

-Man, if you thought he was a protective dad before WRONG.

-He’s extremely overprotective this time around. 

-He’d definitely stay home more often so he can keep an eye on MC and works at home.

-He’ll actually probably force MC to stop working and because he’s extremely worried about the health of her and the baby.

-If she’s feeling down about not working, he’d let her do some light cleaning in their suite and MAYBE the penthouse lounge as long as-

-“As long as those old dudes aren’t there, you can clean there. But don’t you dare lift anything heavy or bend down too much.”

-“I won’t! I promise Ota.”

-MC finally perks up at this and reassures him with a smile that she’ll be careful.

-Dammit, why is she so cute?! 

-He’d give her a kiss and Thumper a kiss (Kiss on the belly).

-“Good girl.”

Mamoru:

-MC would be SUPER worried because nowadays Mamoru doesn’t slack off as much but with the current situation…

-She would send him off with a kiss, and lunch packed and tells him over and over again to be careful.

-“Mamo, be careful today, make sure you-”

-He’d just listen to her with a smile and wait for her to finish.

-“Alright. You be careful at work too, kid.”

-He’d mess up MC’s hair and give her another quick kiss before leaving.

-MC would usually get home before him and have dinner and a bath ready for him.

-When he comes home:

-“Welcome back, Mamoru!”

-“Mmm, damn that smells good!”

-MC closes her eyes in expectation for a kiss, but Mamoru quickly walks right past her into the bathroom to take a bath.

-MC is shocked and kinda irked that he didn’t kiss her before going and pouts.

-“Mamo, you forgot my kiss!”

-Mamoru pretends to not hear her and starts taking a bath.

-MC pouts on the sofa and waits for Mamoru to come out.

-“What are you poutin for?”

-She feels a poke on her cheek and looks up to see Mamoru fresh from the bath looking down at her curiously.

-“Hmph! You forgot my welcome home kiss!”

-“Oh, that?”

-She looks up at him and sees a slightly exasperated smile on his face.

-“Well, I was around a lot of places today and in case I did catch somethin, didn’t wanna pass it to ya sweetheart.”

-He blushes and little and MC smiles at him after hearing his reasons.

-“Hehe, you’re so cute.”

-She pulls his face closer to hers and gives him a kiss.

-He pats her head and pulls her closer to kiss her deeper.

Shuichi:

-Supplies wise, Shuichi would be prepared for the pandemic. He always stocks up on supplies in general and in case of situations like this happening. 

-What he would be worried about is the panic amongst citizens and MC.

-He’d try to get her to take some time off of work, but MC would refuse saying she wants to help and keep working, so he’d relent reluctantly.

-He’d make sure every corner of their suite is clean.

-He’d make sure both himself, MC and his cactuses stay healthy.

-MC and him would take turns cooking.

-And according to their rules, MC takes a bath first but he’d probably hop in with her sometimes and wink wonk ;)

-He’d jump into the bath as soon as he comes home and avoids touching MC before he’s taken his bath.

-He’d probably be home less often since he’s dealing with the pandemic uproar.

-He’d make sure MC takes a bath right away after coming home from work.

-Both MC and Shuichi would be extra careful when going out or when coming back home, but aside from that their usual routine would be the same.

-MC would definitely wait up for him if he comes home later than usual, and vice versa.

-“I’m home.”

“Welcome home Shuichi!”

“W-wait! Don’t start stripping out of nowhere!!”

As you may know, Shuichi doesn’t like wearing clothes at home and is a nudist.

“I’m gonna take them off later anyway, so why does it matter?”

“Huh?”

He smirks as he pulls MC closer to him and kisses her.

“Today is Friday after all.”

Luke:

-Luke would hardly be home because he would have so many patients at this time.

-MC would be worried since he doesn’t eat without her telling him to and doesn’t sleep without her.

-They both take a bath right away after coming home before going to sleep because they won’t want the other getting sick in any case, but Luke comes home at really late hours.

-MC cooks dinner for him and leaves it aside, and tries to wait up for him.

-But MC is tired from work and has work to do the next day so she can’t wait up too long for him even though she tries every day and ends up falling asleep on the sofa.

-Luke would sometimes not be able come home, but when he comes home and sees MC who was waiting up for him knocked out on the sofa his heart melts :’) 

-He notices the food set aside but decides to take MC to bed first and princess carries her to bed.

-He goes back to put the food away, but thinks about how MC made this for him to eat and decides to eat it.

-When they DO catch each other while awake, MC practically runs over to him.

-They both hug each other tightly and Luke gives her a passionate kiss ;)

-But she notices the dark circles under his eyes and pulls away.

-“Luke honey, I think you should get some sleep, you look pretty tired.”

-He’d just pull her closer and lean down closer towards her.

-“Your heart is racing...”

-He’d place his hand on her heart and hear it thundering beneath his palm.

-“I-It’s because you're touching me…” 

-Hearing this he can’t hold back anymore and he sweeps MC off her feet.

-“Waaah!”

-He’d lean down and kiss her collarbones, leaving red marks here and there.

-“You're the only recharge I need, Sexy Bones.”         

Hikaru:

-They’d both be swamped with work so they’d hardly see each other. 

-Their shifts would probably be at different times so they can’t really see each other at work either.         

-MC is worried about him so she leaves food for him in the fridge and puts post-it notes on the fridge so that he’ll see it.

-Hikaru would come home dead tired and go to the fridge to get an energy drink when he sees MC’s post-it.

-I made you some dinner in case you get hungry! Be careful and try not to work too hard! I love you.        

 -MC

“That idiot…”

-He’d mumble that under his breath but he’d be smiling on the outside and a blushing mess on the inside.

-Ahhhh! Why’s she so cute!?

-He’d eat whatever MC left him and scribble down a post-it note of his own and leave it on the fridge.

-MC would come home and get ready for bed and notice the post-it on the fridge and read it.

-Thanks for the food. Be careful too and I love you too. 

-Hikaru

-MC smiles at the slightly crumpled post-it note and his sloppy handwriting.

-Ahhhh! Why’s he so cute!?

-When the two finally do get a break that aligns with each other they’d both cuddle together in bed and watch Netflix on Hikaru’s laptop.

-They’d both fall asleep leaned against each other with his laptop still open :) <3

Rhion:

-Social Distancing? No problem, he’s done that for years.

-MC going out more often and not coming home till very late? Big problem.

-Rhion already doesn’t like MC going out for too long since he gets really lonely without her, and to hear that she'd be gone for a lot longer? He’s gonna be a hot mess.

-Over the years of their relationship together, Rhion’s kinda learned to mask his loneliness in front of MC so she doesn’t know.

-Or so he thinks.

-MC does know that Rhion gets sad and lonely when she leaves. 

-She doesn’t miss that slight pout that crosses his face when she says she’s leaving for work or the sigh that escapes from him before she opens the door to leave, so she does her best to hurry him as soon as her shift ends.

-“I’ll be home as soon as I can, Rhion!”

-“Okay! Be careful MC.”

-Rhion would say that with a huge smile on his face.

-The moment the door closes behind MC, his face falls and he looks longingly at the door waiting for his beloved Alice to return to his arms.

-He’d dress up in his Mad Hatter costume and have a tea party with Cheshire to try and ease his anxiety.

-“Do you think Alice is okay, Cheshire? I hope she comes home soon…”

-Rhion would try to pass time by reading or playing with Cheshire but would glance at the clock every 5 minutes.

-Soon hours and hours pass, and Rhion just sits there hugging his knees anxiously waiting for MC to return not even bothering to eat.

-The moment the door opens, Rhion would come running towards the door with his arms open and the biggest smile on his face.

-You’d honestly think he won the lottery :’)

-However…

-“Wait Rhion! Stop!”

-Rhion would abruptly freeze in place before he could throw his arms around MC and MC would slip past him and go into the bathroom.

-“Sorry Rhion! I wanna take a bath first before we cuddle.”

-“Oh, okay!”

-Rhion would pretend to act nonchalant about it but the moment the bathroom door closes he would stomp his foot and pout. 

-He’d would sit on the ground with his arms crossed, waiting in frustration for MC to come out.

-After MC’s done with her bath she’d come out and see him pouting and smile. Then she’d sneak up behind him and hug him tightly from behind.

-“Sorry I’m so late, forgive me?”

-Rhion wouldn’t say anything but would turn around and hug MC back tightly, letting her know that all is forgiven :)

Fin~

[realityhelixcreates]

Beta Theta and Me Chapter 6: Land of Inequality

Chapters: 6/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Avengers (Movies) Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: PG

Warnings: Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not right now), 

Characters: Loki(Marvel) Additional Tags:  A/B/O, Sorta, More Of An Exploration Of Life And Self Expression Within An A/B/O Framework, Loki Does What He Wants, But Loki Does Not Actually Do What He Wants, Antagonistic Bosses, Loki Has A Throne Now, But It’s Not What He Wanted

Summary:  You and Loki discuss what brought you to your current situation. Promises are made, but they are not fully understood.

Your egg sandwiches seemed to pass Loki's test, as he didn't complain once throughout breakfast. He granted you permission to use the washing machine, and put you to work in what you felt would become your new routine. Dishes needed to be done, sweeping and vacuuming, basic home maintenance. He even bid you do his laundry, since it seemed that, even though he could change his clothes magically, cleaning them with magic would cost him too much energy.

Now that you understood, you'd try not to make him use magic too much. Not until he'd healed. You weren't willing to, as he had put it, wipe his royal ass, but you could do laundry. It was easy.

After cleaning the restroom, you returned to him for more orders, finding him next to the big fireplace again, reading his book. You still couldn't make out the writing; it was in an unfamiliar language, but it used a human alphabet.

“What are you reading, anyway?” You asked, craning your neck to try and read the spine.

“Over de Zich Uitbreidende Menselijke Wereld en de Vervanging Van het Spirituele Door het Materiële, wat Leidt tot het Verlies van het Zelf en tot Slavernij aan het Kapitaal.” He answered easily.

“Uh...”

“It's a text about the surrendering of the self to ever emptier pursuits, until every institution is given over to the production of capital for ruling elite, leaving every aspect of life nothing more than a shell.”

“Oh.”

You stood awkwardly for a few moments.

“You are still standing here?” Loki asked.

“I finished the bathroom.” You said. “I just needed to know what to do next.”

Loki sighed. “Can you not think for yourself? Perhaps I should make a checklist for you to consult, so you do not have to interrupt me at every turn. But for now...” He gestured to the carpet next to him. “Sit here.”

You did, though you couldn't fathom why he wanted you to.

“Now...Hmmm. Sing.” He commanded.

“What?”

“Sing. Humans have songs, do they not? Sing one.”

“But...” What song? Of all the millions of songs, which one would be appropriate to sing in the presence of an alien prince? And it wasn't as if you were a musician; you had no training, no practice.

You thought back to the music your parents used to listen to, that you listened to with them when you were a kid. Protest songs from the time of the Civil Rights movement, anti-war songs, hippie songs. You knew those by heart, even now. So you picked one that had a lovely melody and many simple verses, and began to sing.

He let you go all the way through it twice before stopping you, and he at least didn't insult your untrained voice, or seem to hate the song. He had closed his book, and closed his eyes, but now he reached down to gently fondle your makeshift scarf.

“An unapproved uniform change?” He asked.

“It's only temporary.” You said.

“It almost wasn't.” He rejoined. You both went quiet. The fire crackled in its gigantic hearth. Even though it was still daylight out, Loki had had you draw those thick blackout curtains, plunging this little section of the building into artificial twilight. The fire lit the area instead, lit Loki's book, lit his nearly inscrutable face. It was cozy, and you wondered if it reminded him of someplace he used to spend his time. A roaring fireplace, in a palace, somewhere in Asgard? His private room? A favorite lodging, somewhere in the Asgardian countryside?

You had no idea what Asgard had been like. You couldn't help but to picture equal parts rugged and sophisticated: Monumental architecture, and wide wilderness. Loki in the middle of it all, sitting in front of a fire, reading an overly complicated book.

“What do my hands look like to you?” He asked abruptly. You paused for a moment. “If you simply say 'hands', I will be cross.”

He held one hand out to you, for observation. You didn't know what he was going for, but you took his hand and studied it closely. Long fingers. Healthy skin, though extremely pale, still somehow you couldn't see the veins through it like you would have expected. Perfectly manicured nails. Little scars, and calluses here and there. A contradiction.

“They seem...Deft. Like someone who needs a lot of dexterity to do their thing, like a pianist. They've got the signs of being pampered, but they also show evidence of hard work.”

“Is that all?” He pressed. “Not drenched with the red of life? Not grasping? Not clutching, or corpse-fed, or wielding the hidden blade?”

“Um...Not really?” You said. “Were you looking for metaphor? I was just observing what was physically there.”

“My fingerprints are imprinted onto your throat!” He said heatedly. “How can you look upon these hands and not think of the merciless grip of a conqueror?”

“Dude, look. When I was out there, do you know how people treated me? I was kicked. I was shoved. People slapped me, spat on me, threw things at me. Mugged me, pulled my hair, full on tried to kidnap me into human trafficking once. What you did to me was bad; but you didn't do it on purpose. You aren't the first person to leave bruises on me.” You tightened your hold on his hands. “But you are the first to seem like you care.”

His expression went opaque again.

“You need not worry about that.” He said dismissively. “You are my retainer. My maid, my chef, my...everything else. No one shall harm you, for I am your ultimate authority, and they will have to go through me first.”

He flicked his hand, and a knife appeared. You jerked back, startled.

“I always wield the hidden blade.”

You swallowed. It made the bruises on your neck ache.

“Where were you?” He asked. “While I was in the sky, laying waste to your homeland, where were you?”

“Loki, are you sure you want to...” He seemed determined to talk about uncomfortable subjects. Maybe he just wanted to get them out of the way quickly.

“Dodging falling rubble and laser blasts?” He pressed on. “Trapped inside a ruined building? Chased by a Chitauri death squad?”

“No, no. I was underground.” You said. He seemed to be imagining it all as he said it, his expression growing sour. “I wasn't homeless then, but I was in the subway tunnels, heading to Central Park before work. Your soldiers never got down there so the drivers started taking whichever routes took them farthest from the city center. I wasn't hurt at all.”

“No? But your place of employment was? Your home?”

“Well, not really. There was some damage, but nothing that couldn't be fixed.”

“Where did you work?”

“Oh...just a bodega...you wouldn't know it.” You didn't like where this was going. It only led to bad memories.

“Then I am not the cause of your homelessness?” He sounded mildly disbelieving. You scoffed.

“Believe it or not, you actually aren't the cause of every misfortune in New York.”

“Then what happened? What is the chain of events that brought you to me?”

“Eh...that's mostly Mr. Stark's doing, you know?”

“You are deflecting. I am more than an expert in such things, I can tell. Why are you here, and no longer a bodegrkonur? If not myself, then what caused you this misfortune?”

“What does it matter? I'm here now.”

“And here you shall stay. But it matters because I asked you.”

“Geez, all right, it's just a boring story about petty bullshit, and I don't like thinking about it. My old roommate was an Omega, and her dad ran the shop, so we both worked there. Then she got herself hooked up with an Alpha, and he was an aggressive, controlling prick who wanted to cut her off from everyone else, so he kicked me out without letting me find another place first, and intimidated her dad into firing me. Didn't even let me get any of my stuff. I haven't heard from her since. I don't know if she's okay, I don't even know if she's still alive. And I don't want to try to contact her dad, because I don't want to cause trouble for her family. Dude was unhinged, seriously.”

“That is...Distressing.” He said.

“It's not uncommon. Alphas run the show, and they're never held accountable, so this shit happens sometimes. Anyway, you happy? You like the answer? It wasn't you, it was some other overbearing douche. Hooray.”

“No, that does not please me at all.” He said, in response to your bitterness. “I cannot help but to think of how this situation could be improved. Or at least mitigated. If I were in charge...Oh come now, do not look at me like that.” He said defensively at your side-eyed glance. “I was raised to rule, and cannot help but to think like this.”

“Is that what you're gonna do when your neck heals?” You asked. “Go back to Nova Scotia and help Thor with New Asgard?”

“Possibly.” He said. “Probably. My esteemed brother does want me to, but it might not be allowed. The land was bestowed on us in exchange for several promises from us, but the Canadian government hasn't decided what to do with me. For now, I am not allowed there unless incarcerated. They are taking the period of my convalescence as time to deliberate.”

Someday he would be healed, and he would go home. Well, to his new home anyway. What awaited him there? Jail? Or perhaps a high office, with a whole array of actually competent servants. One to cook, one to sing, one to clean, one to warm up his bed. Whatever he might need, there would be someone to do it. Heck, he was a prince no matter what; he might be stuck in a dungeon and still have all that help.

And you? After Loki healed and went wherever he was going to go, you would...do something. Could you put something like 'personal help to royalty' on your resume, if no one was supposed to know he was here? Surely his presence couldn't be kept secret forever.

Beyond that, there was the Stark name that you could plaster everywhere. He might not even dismiss you after Loki left, he might just send you to another section of the company, to clean up whatever messes might be there. You were finding that you didn't mind cleaning. There was a satisfaction in seeing it all come together, seeing actual progress. It was the disrespect heaped on the so-called 'servant class', the perception of being lesser, even if the whole world would fall apart without them.

“Are you shocked speechless, feral thing, or simply too far away?” Loki asked, and you realized he'd been talking while you had ruminated.

“Far away.” You admitted. “Sorry.”

“I asked if you would come with me. Tidy up my jail cell, bring me my prisoners meals. Polish my chains. It might make the whole dreary thing worthwhile.”

“You sound pretty sure that you're going to prison.”

“Am I not already in one? My recent life has been little more than one type of prison after another. Your philosopher Foucault seemed to grasp the concept.” He gestured a series of hardback books on the shelf, each in French. “That every social construct is a prison of our own making and maintenance. Even a being such as myself must exist in relation to these constructs, either within or against, but never free from.

And you, little thing, exist in relation to me now. You can continue to do that, if you wish, wherever I am bound.”

“What if you don't go to prison though? If your brother gets his way, and you get to be his right hand guy? Won't you have enough servants then? “

“Oh, there is always room for more.” Loki assured. “Worry not, anxious thing. There would be a place for you.”

“Not sure I want that.” You said. “I've only had this job for two days. I only had my prior job for a week. I want a little stability before I agree to go anywhere else.”

“A prison and a facade.” He pointed out.

“But it's mine to choose.” You replied.

He nodded sagely. You got the feeling that he knew that sentiment well.

[myhockeyfics]

soft

Player: Matthew Tkachuk

Length: 5.2k

Requested: Yes [request can be seen at the end of the text]

Smut: Yes

Content: Oral, Vaginal

Summary: No, you will not be telling anyone about the first time Matt told you he loved you.

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Matt 😍: Hope you’re ready for tonight 😏

You roll your eyes after reading the text from your boyfriend.

You: I’m ready babe, are you?

Matt 😍: Of course I am!

You can almost hear the indignant tone in his voice, as if he was standing right new to you, and not in an airport 1,500 miles away in Arizona. He’s on his way back home, finally, and you’re so excited. The two of you have plans for tonight, the first night in a while that the two of you both have off, with no plans tomorrow either. It’s going to be so hot, and exactly what you need after a long week, and a long two weeks since you last saw Matt.

You: I went shopping for tonight, so maybe you really are the one who isn’t ready.

Matt 😍: Oh fuck. Wish I was there already.

You can’t resist an opening like that to mess with Matt, so you respond playfully.

You: Yeah? What would you be doing if you were here with me? ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)

The number of winking faces should be enough to clue Matt into the way you’re making fun of many of the texts you’ve received from him before when he’s tried to sext. Honestly, you would be up for it right now if he could, but he’s probably pretty close to boarding. Also, Matt certainly is a lot of things in bed, but an exhibitionist surprisingly isn’t one of them.

Matt 😍: Babe, you can’t just tease me like that.

Matt 😍: We’re about to board. See you soon.

There’s a lot you could be doing to get ready for tonight, but honestly, a nap sounds great right now. In fact, you don’t know how much sleep you’re going to be able to get tonight so, in a way this is preparing. You plug your phone in after setting an alarm, and almost immediately you’re asleep.

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The sound of your alarm wakes you, and you blearily hit stop. Taking midday naps always throws you off for a while, but you have things to do, people to see, people to do. Your outfit for tonight is already set, but there’s other things you need to do to get ready. Your appointment at the salon for a wax is in a bit over an hour from now, and you know how much Matt likes it when you’re bare and smooth. The first time you had sex while completely waxed you honestly though Matt might come before he even got in you It’s not something you have particularly strong feelings about, but Matt clearly does, so you figure that you’ll treat him tonight.

Other than that, you want to take a nice, deep shower before you head to the salon, so you are fully clean, and you can do your hair when you get back. Full body exfoliation, moisturizer, shaving your legs, the works. It’s nice to have a little time to yourself to pamper your whole body, especially in anticipation of a night like tonight.

After you get out of the shower, you wrap yourself up in the smallest towel that you can find that will cover you, and you snap a quick picture in the steamy bathroom mirror. You send it to Matt without further thought.

You: Getting ready… [picture attached]

Matt normally turns his phone off during flights, as part of his routine, saying it’s a good time for team bonding, so he probably won’t get it until he’s back in Calgary. That’s fine, it will be a nice surprise for him as he lands.

You quickly get dressed in comfy clothes, leggings and a plain white t-shirt that’s probably Matt’s based on how big it is. It’s fine, all you’re doing is going to the salon and back to your apartment. Before you leave, you have enough time to start to pack your bag for tonight. You don’t need much, but you and Matt are also kind of in that weird stage of a relationship where it’s defined, but still pretty new. You’re exclusive, and you spend a lot of time together, but you haven’t left a toothbrush at his place yet. So you grab a spare toothbrush, your face wash and moisturizer, and some clothes for tomorrow.

Finally, it’s almost time to leave for the salon, so you quickly comb out your hair and work through some serum. Your reminder to leave goes off, so you gather your phone, purse, and keys, and walk out the door, off to your next step in getting ready for tonight.

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After your waxing appointment, it feels like the rest of the afternoon flies by. Matt should be landing any moment, it’s only about a three hour plane ride from Phoenix.You smirk to yourself as you remember the picture that you sent him. Tonight is gonna be awesome.

You try and curl up with a book for a little while to burn time, but you keep getting antsier and antsier. You just want to see Matt, and you also just want to get fucked. It’s been a long couple of weeks while he’s been on this road trip, and there’s nothing quite like having Matt inside you. Sometimes he grips your hips hard enough that you have finger shaped bruises the next day, lingering long after the act itself. You need the feeling that gives you, the little bit of floatiness, and bite of pain.

There’s no way you can concentrate on a book now, so you cut your losses and decide to start getting ready. The two of you are planning to stay in tonight, not letting each other out of sight. Thus, you want to dress pretty casually, with a little surprise underneath. You take the lingerie you bought for tonight out of your drawer, and lay it on the bed, looking it over one last time.

The lingerie is black and lacey, and like nothing else you own. How you’ve gone this long without buying black lingerie, you have no idea, but this set caught your eye in the store, and you knew you had to buy it. You pull off your leggings and t-shirt, and begin to pull on the panties. Looking in the mirror, you admire the way the cut emphasizes your ass, but the real treat is the fact that the panties are crotchless. You can’t really tell, just looking straight on, but you know as soon as Matt gets between your legs he’ll be delighted. The bra is pretty standard, but it makes your tits look fantastic, so you’re feeling great.

You’re humming along to the music you have playing in the background when it cuts out and your ringtone starts playing. A quick glance tells you that it’s Matt, so you pick up the phone with a smile.

“Hey baby,” you say, “how was your flight?”

“It was fine, pumped to be home,” Matt says, and you roll your eyes to yourself a little, fondly. Matt’s vocabulary is sometimes a little fratty, but it’s charming.

“Are you home yet? I was going to head over soon,” you say, before putting the phone on speaker so you can continue getting ready.

“I’m just in the car now, like ten minutes away,” he responds. “I was thinking of grabbing sushi for tonight? It’ll take a while, so if I order if when I get home it should get there right around when you do.” Sushi does sound good, so you tell him that.

“Sushi is a go, babe. You know what I like, and make sure to ask for extra wasabi.”

“I got you baby, I’m gonna go now, let you finish getting ready for me,” Matt says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Shut up Matty,” you respond, “see you soon.”

“Catch ya later babe.”

Once Matt hangs up, you look in the mirror again. While you were on the phone you had pulled on a pair of high-waisted print pants and a plain black shirt. It’s casual, but flattering, and it’s comfy. You sit down so you can throw your hair up into two french braids, working quickly, once again bopping to the music. You finish the first one easily, before you accidentally drop the second one. You undo the loose mess of a braid and restart, and this time you finish the braid nicely. Makeup doesn’t take too long, mostly just the basics. If you have your way, it’ll all end up smeared on Matt’s pillows so you don’t care too much.

You give your room a quick clean once you’re ready, putting away your makeup, and throwing your dirty clothes and towels into the hamper. You spritz on some on the perfume that Matt has complimented before, as a final touch to your outfit. You gather your things, including your overnight bag and charger, before slipping on a pair of sandals and heading out the door.

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Matt’s smile takes your breath away as he opens the door. It’s so good to see his face, it feels like it been months, even if it’s only been a couple weeks.

“Hey babe,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug. “The food just got here, so perfect timing,” he murmurs into your hair. He still doesn’t let you go as you try to pull away. Instead, Matt pulls you with him as he tries to walk backwards, unwilling to part from you for even just the few steps from the front door into the living room.

“Matty, if you’re not careful we’re gonna end up on the floor, and you’re gonna end up on the IR,” you say, trying to pull away a little more forcefully, This time, he lets you go, reluctantly, but immediately grabs your hand for the rest of the walk to the living room. Matt is already a clingy, touchy kind of guy, but this is next level, You don’t know what’s gotten into him, but you like it. A lot.

Flopping down onto the couch, he pulls you onto of him. Your legs go to either side of his hips, and you sit there, admiring his face. He really is pretty, the asshole.

“So, were you good while I was gone?” he asks, and you can feel your face flushing, you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Of course I was,” you respond, huffing a little. It wasn’t the first time that Matt had asked you to hold off on playing with yourself while he was gone, but it was the longest trip so far. He grips your hips a little tighter.

“Is that so? You were a good girl for me?” he asks, and you nod, a little frantically. You can already feel yourself getting worked up. Matt barely has to do anything and you find yourself ready to go. “And that picture you sent me today? Don’t think I didn’t see it or care, you little tease. Is that what good girls do?”

“No,” you mumble. You know that Matt would stop if you asked him to, especially since the picture really wasn’t intended as a tease, but more as a treat, and you both knew it. But you find yourself craving the kind of sex that comes from this. The feeling of Matt’s powerful thighs below you has you shivering a little in anticipation.

“Hmm. Alright, baby, what do you think? 10 spankings?” he asks, and fuck, his voice had dropped, all warm and gruff. You nod, nuzzling into his neck. Matt runs his hands down your spine gently, before tapping your ass with one hand. “You know what to do baby.”

You stand and begin to take off your clothes, sliding your sandals off. Your shirt and pants come off quickly, and you know Matt wants you to leave your panties and bra on for this.

“Is this for me? Very nice, you really are my little slut,” he says, and you can feel your cheeks blazing. Matt sits back onto the couch, so you have room to lay over his lap. He lets you shift around until comfortable, before he pulls your hands behind your back, holding them in one hand. Fuck, his hands are so, so big.

Matt presses your hands down into your back with one hand, holding tightly, and you feel his other hand come up and smooth over your ass, dipping between your thighs, running lightly down your slit. You feel his fingers slip into your panties, through the hole in them, and you know he can already feel how wet you are.

“Wow, you really are a naughty little slut, aren’t you? Crotchless panties?” he says, and you whimper, burying your face into the couch. “None of that, I want to hear you. Count ‘em out.”

Matt rearranges his grip on your wrists, before pulling his hand out of your panties. With no more warning, he smacks your ass, twice, in quick succession.

“One, two.” you pants. Matt trails a finger over the skin he just hit, before pulling back again and smacking your other asscheek. “Three.”

“Maybe I should spank you a little harder, huh, I don’t think this is enough for you,” Matt says, and you shift around in his lap. He rubs his hand over your ass. “Spread your legs,” he orders. You comply, carefully, not wanting to fall onto the ground. Matt hums, almost like he’s deliberating, before you feel his smack your pussy.

“Oh my god!”

“How many is that?” he asks, and you can feel yourself getting a little fuzzy.

“Four.”

“Good.” Quickly, he spanks you, five, six, seven.

“Seven,” you pant. You feel sweaty and sticky, and you just want Matt to keep going. The next hit is much harder than the rest, and you swear Matt’s handprint is going to be on your ass for days. “Eight.”

“Two more,” Matt says. He lays another stinging slap to your pussy, and you jump.

“Nine.”

Matt’s last slap is even harder than the last few, but that’s it, it’s over.

“Ten,” you pant. You relax your whole body, and you can feel Matt rubbing over your ass, really making you feel the marks he left behind.

“Up.” Matt commands, so you stand in front of him, between his legs. “You’re a little slut today, aren’t you? Crotchless panties, enjoying your spanking?”  You nod. “I thought so. Take off that bra, play with your tits for me a little.”

The whole thing feels illicit, and sexy, standing in front of Matt. You unsnap your bra, and begin playing with your nipples. Matt is just sitting there, fully clothed. Everything feels hot and dirty.

“Fuck,” you say, pinching your nipples at the same time. You clench your thighs together, and Matt smirks a little. Matt stands, and grabs you around the waist. He pushes you down onto couch on your knees. You lean your forehead onto the back of the couch and keep your hands on your nipples, sticking your ass back towards Matt.

“Such a pretty little slut,” he says, smacking your ass again, not quite a spank, but enough to send shivers down your spine. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this, and you’re not gonna come until I do, got it?” You nod, and let go out your nipples, knowing that if you keep going you could probably come just from that while Matt is fucking you.

Matt comes up behind you and slips a finger into your pussy, roughing pumping it in and out. It feels really fucking good, and you’re clearly already on edge. He quickly adds another, not caring for your pleasure, beyond making sure that you’re comfortable. Another finger joins the other two, pumping them quickly. It’s not quite painful, but it has a bite that you like. Finally Matt pulls his fingers out. He moves from behind you over to one of the side tables where you know he keep condoms. Matt tears one open, quickly rolling it down his cock.

“Stick your ass out further,” he says and you comply. Thank goodness Matt has such a deep couch, or you would be on the ground. Instead, you have enough room to almost be on your hands and knees. Your pussy is at the perfect height for Matt’s cock, and you can feel him lightly rubbing it up and down your pussy. Your panties are still on, and there’s something so hot about wearing them while Matt fucks you.

The feeling of Matt’s cock pounding into you is like no other. He’s thick, and decently long, and fills you up so well. Once he’s in, he just keeps going, never slowing down.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, even if you are a little slut.” he says, already breathless.

He keeps pounding in and out, and you feel one of his hands come up and push your shoulders and head down, ass up even further in this position. He holds you folded down like that for a while, pumping in and out. His thick cock is stretching you just right, and you can feel yourself edging closer.

“Shit babe,” Matt pants. His hips are working so fast, smacking into you. You’re sure that everywhere along your thighs and ass make contact with him will be red by the time he’s done. Matt’s hand on your shoulder disappears, but then you feel him grab your braids and pull your head back holding onto them. He’s pulling hard enough that you feel just a hint of pain, but in the best way. It hurts so, so good. Matt’s other hand is gripping your waist tightly, and it feels grounding, the pain from both things. Matt continues fucking you so hard, and so deep. You can feel your orgasm building quickly, but you are trying to distract yourself, so you can hold off like Matt wants.

“Matt, Matt, I’m getting close,” you say. Matt growls and uses his hand that was holding your waist to smack your ass.

“You do not get to come until I do, little slut, got it?” He says, and somehow, he begins fucking your pussy even harder. “Fucking shit, your little cunt feel so good around my cock, hot and tight.”

“Matt, please, please, please,” his grip on your hair tightens. He begins  smacking your ass with his free hand, and his thrusts becomes more erratic as he get closer and closer.

“Fuck, babe, fuck, I love you so much,” he says, panting, and he grips both your hips in his hands, pulling you in as he fucking into you, and wait what? Before you can think about what he just said, Matt lets out a huge moan, and pulls you up so your back presses against his chest as he comes. He’s wearing a condom, but fuck if you can’t feel his warmth inside of you.

He pants for a moment as he comes down, but he stays inside of you, moving in and out slowly, One of his hands reaches around to play with your clit. You’re so full and you’re still on the edge, and fuck, this is not going to take very long.

“Come on baby, come for me, play with your nipples, I know you want to.” You groan along with his words, and begin playing with your tits again. Matt speeds up his rubbing against your clit, and you clench down on his cock, and fuck, that’s it. Your climax rushes over you and you slump back onto Matt’s chest, precariously rocking on your knees on the edge of the couch until Matt grips you more firmly around the waist. His fingers on your clit slow down slightly, but he increases the pressure, working you through your orgasm.

Eventually he gives your clit one last pat, and pulls his hand back until he can wrap both arms around you from behind hugging you to his chest. He pulls out gently, and you can feel him pulling off the condom, before tying it off and chucking it at the trashcan in the corner of the living room. Whatever, that’s his problem. He pulls you up onto wobbly legs until he can maneuver himself onto the couch and pulls you down to lay on top of him.

“Matt?” He hums, so you push forward. “Did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s being serious, or if he’s trying to hide that he just said I love you for the very first time in the middle of some rough sex on his couch. He seems genuine, and you don’t really want to mess with the afterglow you’re enjoying.

“Nevermind.” You bury your face in his chest, and breathe in his scent, happily. You hope he means it, but you kinda want to let him decide when to tell you again. If he feels it, he will. Matt’s running a hand gently up and down your spine, comfortably. He is warm, and comfortable, and he pulls a blanket on top of the two of you from the back of the couch. Your eyes grow heavy, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep on his chest.

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“Hey sweetheart, wake up,” you can feel Matt’s hand brushing over your forehead. “Wanna eat dinner?” You kind of groan into his chest, rubbing your head back and forth. “Come on baby, I got all your favorites in the fridge. I got spicy tuna, a tootsie roll, a rainbow roll, and more. Anything sound good?”

You sit up, still a little groggy, but you can feel your stomach growling.

“How long was I out?” you ask, standing up. You blush a little when you realize that you’re still pretty naked, besides your panties, and you reach over and pull on Matt’s discarded t-shirt.

“Don’t get dressed on my account baby, you look real good,” Matt leers at you, jokingly. “We were only out like a half hour.” He grabs his boxers and pulls them on, before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the kitchen. Matt pushes you towards one of the stools at the kitchen island, before heading to the fridge. He pulls out a couple takeout bags, before turning around. “What do you want to drink? Water, beer, wine, Gatorade?”

“I’m good with water, want some too?” you ask, standing and heading towards the cupboard where he keeps the glasses.

“Yes please, baby,” he says, and he begins pulling out boxes from the bags, laying them out on the island. You fill two glasses with ice and water, before settling back onto the stool you had been sitting on. You push a glass towards him, before grabbing yours and taking a few large sips. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were either. “Thanks,” Matt says, before also taking a sip of water.

The two of you dig in and demolish the sushi Matt had bought. You can feel yourself getting sleepy again, slowly moving through the motions of eating and drinking your water. You refill a couple times, making sure that you’re plenty hydrated.

“I’m gonna go get ready for bed, okay?” you tell Matt, while he’s finishing up his food. While you pack away sushi, there’s nothing quite like seeing the massive quantity hockey players put away. He nods, and you rub his shoulder for a second before heading back to the living room to grab your overnight bag.

When you get into the bathroom in his bedroom, it becomes clear that you hadn’t needed to pack a bag for tonight at all. Your brand of face wash is sitting at one of the sinks in his bathroom, next to the sink where all of Matt’s stuff is. Your toothpaste brand, and a toothbrush just like your own is also sitting there. Your heart swells, seeing all the things Matt went out of his way to purchase and leave for you. It would be sweet enough if he bought these things for you, but he made sure he had the right brands too. A quick glance at the shower shows the familiar bottles of your shampoo and conditioner.

You have no doubt in your mind now - Matt loves you. He may not be totally comfortable saying it out loud just yet, but he’s showing you through the way he treats you, and how he thinks about you. It’s comforting and sweet, and you love this man so much. You pull off your panties and Matt’s t-shirt and go to the bathroom, before deciding to take a quick shower. You quickly soap up, using Matt’s body wash, and you love the scent of him all around you. Rinsing off, you wrap yourself in a soft, fluffy towel, fresh from the towel warmer, one of Matt’s indulgences.

As you’re finishing up your nightly routine, Matt comes into the bathroom. He bumps your hip with his, before he begins washing his face. As Matt begins to brush his teeth you kiss his shoulder, before heading back to the bedroom, still in the towel. The shower turns on and you’re glad Matt is showering, you’re fine sleeping with him when you’re both sweaty, but he’s going to be all nice and clean, smelling wonderful. You pull out a clean pair of underwear that you brought, and grab one of Matt’s Flames t-shirts, because he can never get enough of you in his number.

You crawl into the bed and lean back onto the pillow, messing around on your phone until Matt comes out. He drops his towel and pulls on his boxers, looking back at you over his shoulder, overly flirtatious, until you both laugh. He gets into bed alongside you, and you put your phone onto the nightstand onto the charger, yet another item he must have bought for you and put out.

“Was tonight good for you baby?” he asks, brushing some of the hair that has fallen out of the braids out of your face.

“It was, and thanks for dinner, and all my stuff in the bathroom, too.”

“Of course, anything for you.” Matt kisses your nose, before giving your mouth a quick peck too. It doesn’t evolve into anything else. Both of you are clearly exhausted, and you have all day together tomorrow as well. “Sleep time?”

You nod, and turn over, so Matt can spoon around you. His hips press up against yours, and his arms comes to rest over your side. You can feel his nose buried in your hair, softly letting his breath wash over you. It doesn’t take long to fall asleep again, and Matt quickly follows you.

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Waking up in the morning is slow going. You can feel Matt’s arm still around you, and he’s still breathing softly into your neck. The two of you must have been so exhausted last night that neither of you moved much. You turn around under Matt’s arm so you can look at him.

In his sleep, he looks so peaceful, and almost sweet, nothing like the goofy troublemaker you know he is. He has a faint smile on his face as he sleeps. You are torn between wanting to wake him up, and letting him sleep as long as he can. Luckily, the decision is made for you when his alarm begins to go off.

Matt wakes up slowly and smiles at you, but makes no move to turn off his alarm. Finally you get fed up and reach over him to turn it off, and just after you do, he pulls you down onto him.

“Aha, my plan worked,” he laughs.

“You’re so dumb,” you say, but you lean down and give him a quick closed mouth kiss. You lean your head on his chest, and listen to his heartbeat, slow and steady.

“I do love you, you know,” he says, and that makes you sit up. You look him in the eyes, and can see nothing but the truth.

“Yeah?” you ask, not wanting to break the moment.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I just got so nervous when I said it last night, and it’s not like I wanted the first time I told you to be while we were fucking but, I guess, it just kind of came out,” he says, a little sheepishly.

“Baby, I love you too,” you say, and you can see a grin growing on his face.

“Really?” he asks, as if it wasn’t basically a given that you were in love with this wonderful man.

“Really.”

Matt quickly flips the two of you over and settles between your legs. He begins kissing all over your neck, biting and nipping at it randomly.

“Baby please don’t leave too many marks, I hate covering them up.” Matt pulls back and gives you the puppy eyes, and you’re a weak, weak woman. “Fine, do whatever.” He takes that quite literally and begins sucking on your neck in earnest, while sliding a hand up your (his) shirt.

“Love seeing you in my shit,” he says, when he pulls back for a second, “it’s so hot.”

“And I love wearing it, you know that,” you say, gasping, as he works a particularly sensitive part of your neck, just below your hairline. “Come on, Matty, do something.” This spurs him on and he tugs down your underwear as far as he can before giving up and having to move down your body.

Matt finishes pulling the underwear off and immediately spreads your legs and dives in. Matt is maybe not the most technically advanced giver of oral sex, but what he may lack in technique he makes up for in pure enthusiasm. He licks delicately around your entrance, trying to draw out as much slick as he can, before beginning to drag his tongue up and down your slit, stopping just before your clit every time. He’s knows exactly what he’s doing, and fuck, if it isn’t working.

“I forgot to tell you how much I appreciated this last night, babygirl,” he says, stroking the bare lips of your pussy. “You know I like you all smooth and bare, just like this.”

“Yeah,” you gasp, “I did it for you Matt, always for you.”

“I love being able to see your pussy getting all wet and sticky so easily, I barely have to spread your legs and you’re all pink and soft and wet for me.”

“Baby, Matty, please,” you reach down to tangle your hands in his curls. You tug a little and he groans, but he finally licks over your clit. It feels really fucking good, and you’re somehow already so close to the edge. He licks back down your slit to your entrance, thrusting his tongue inside. You’ve told him before how that doesn’t really do that much for you, but he likes it because of how much he can taste you, straight from the source, as he put it. God, just the thought of that made you so  much hotter, so much closer.

“Come on sweetheart, let me hear you,” Matt says, briefly pulling back. He lays a kiss that would have been sweet in any other situation on your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. You let out a loud moan, trailing off into a sigh. Finally he slides a finger into you, and begins sucking on your clit in earnest, rubbing it with his lips. You can hear yourself getting louder and louder as you get closer. Your orgasm washes over you, less powerful than last night, but it lasts longer, making you shiver and tremble beneath him. “That’s right baby.”

Matt licks into you one last time, and you clench your thighs around his head in shock, before letting him go so he can back off. He lays his head on your stomach and smirks up at you.

“Love you, angel.”

“Love you too, Matty.”

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request:  OMG! I love your stories!! You are amazing! Can you do a Matt Tkachuk smut where he accidentally let’s I loves you slip out for the first time in the relationship during rough sex!! Omg please never stop writing!!

a/n: hope you enjoyed! i am currently working on other requests, which can be seen here! i’m a little slow, but i will get them done if you send one in!

[angrypixie-sarisa]

The one with the truth

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 6

Okay, so, I wanted to write another fanfic and since nobody pays attention to me on tumblr, the situation it’s just perfect, It’s a Supernatural fic. Now here’s the deal. It’s a polyamorous situation. I know, shush.

Sam x Mexican!Fem!Witch!reader x Dean  

Warnings: Throughout the fic there are gonna be lines in Spanish. Nothing to fancy for google traductor, i hope. “Suggestions” of spanish songs i love.  Swearing in both spanish and english. And the usual, mentions of blood, violence, smut and other varieties. It’s supernatural, really we don’t expect something else. Spoilers?(if you haven’t watch spn of course, or if you are just getting started with it) Also, SLOWBURN. Also, some chapters are short, some are long, depends on my mood.

Descriptionof the whole fic in general: So, remember when Sam took a break of hunting because he thought he was a danger for everyone? Season 5, i think? That’s where the fic starts. Reader and Sam met at the bar where he worked at, developed a friendship and a crush on one and the other. Then Sam has to leave because of all the shit that goes down throghout the season and the horseman and the fight between the archangels. But promises the reader that somehow, he’ll come back. Then, he goes to hell. That’s when reader meets Dean. And yeah, things aren’t as smooth with them in the begining. Reader befriends Lisa and Ben first, which raises Dean’s suspicions. He just wants to keep them save and all. After some stuff they become friends and the Sam comes back. So yeah…

Also if I ever use GIFs, they’re not mine. Credits and Love to the owner. 

“¿Debería decirle?” You asked the cards. It wasn’t like every day that someone could bring themselves to understand what you were. Nevermind accepting it. It killed you not telling him the truth, especially when you felt like you could tell him anything.

Your hands shuffled the deck, their loyal memory to it already continuing with their usual routine. Five cards, each in their right place and the question. A knot formed in your stomach.

Quiero decirle, pero tengo miedo. You took a deep breath. Stop it; don’t fear when you’re handling the cards. Another wave of clean air swam in and out your lungs. And so, you started your lecture.

You opened your door and smile at the sight of Sam standing in front of you. But something was wrong. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes like usual. Sam cleared his throat.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” You let him inside. He turned to look at you. “Okay.” You hold your breath as you took his hand and guided him to the kitchen. You had already prepared some snacks, Sam noted. As you two sat down in front of one another, he reached to grab a piece of cantaloupe.

“Sam, we’ve known each other for a while, have we not?” He nodded as he swallowed.

“Yeah, why?” You licked your lips. Sólo dile.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Okay?” He looked so innocent, maybe a little bit wary yet confident. Just like the past couple of days, you struggled to get the truth out of your mouth. The worst thing was that he knew there was something wrong. Not a problem but a bother. And as well as he knew that, he also knew you just needed time to think how to express what you wanted to tell him. You would in the end tell him, no doubt about it. He was patient, he could wait.

However, as you took in a deep breath, his cell rang. He took it out of his pocket and stared at the screen, hesitating.

“It’s okay. You can take it.” That way you could muster some courage quicker.

“Are you sure?” It had to be important if he had hesitated. For the both of you, it was clearly a polite gesture not to answer phone calls if you were in a conversation with someone, whether it had just started or it was about to finish, unless it was something important.

You nodded vigorously, closing your eyes like you always did. “Yep, absolutely. In fact, if you don’t take it, I’mma get mad.” Sam chuckled, holding his pinky finger for you to lock with yours, promising he’ll be back. If only it would apply for more than phone calls.

“Dean, am, em, hi. What’s up?”

“What’s up? What has always been up, that’s what.” Sam heard the voice of his brother through the speaker. He sounded annoyed or mad, he sounded kind of like you when annoyed or mad. Or you sounded like him? Well, something like that.

“Listen, I kept thinking and…”

“I was thinking, too.” Sam interrupted.

“You were?”

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, not at first. You had keen senses, although controllable, they always activated when needed; whether consciously or unconsciously. That’s how you knew Dean’s voice sounded surprised, cautious and relieved. It sounded like hope in Pandora’s Box; not knowing if to leave or stay.

“Yeah, I really think it was a good idea to get me, you know, out of the picture. That way, everyone’s safe, you know?” Was that a swallow you heard at the other end of the line? Oh, Sammy, sometimes you’re too naïve.

“Yeah, uh, I was just calling to…Check…On you and let you know everything’s been… Uh, going smooth. No signs of demons or Lucifer…” Well, will you look at that? It seems they’re both naïve.

“Great, um, thanks dude. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Not a bye or a goodbye. Seriously, sometimes you understood why men cried over women being difficult, only because they were as difficult if not more. But that was just you’re opinion.

As Sam hanged up, he took the opportunity to check on his voicemail; your keen hearing just starting to fade back to normal.

 He reentered the kitchen with a frown in his face.

“Hey, am, I got a call from work, they need me to start my shift early…”

“Oh, that’s fine.” He gave you an apologetic look mixed with his puppy worried eyes. His stupid eyes that made you want to grab his face in your hands and pamper it with kisses. Not right in that precise moment but in general.

Sam started towards the door, grabbing his jacket, which you never understood why he carried around. He always used two or more layers of clothes and it always confused you.

“Hey!” You reopened the door, grabbing your jacket as well, although unlike him, you only used two layers of clothes, maximum three.

You closed the door behind you, locking it, and whispering your special incantation which Sam couldn’t even hear (he was busy looking at your ass, but never mind that). It was that time were spells started to ware off and needed reinforcements.

“I’m coming with ya.”

“You sure?” Instead of your vigorous, repetitive and excited nods, you gave him a single one though with a bright smile. Even though you wouldn’t walk that long, he still placed his arm around your shoulders, making you hug guiltily his waist.

  “Sam, I’m witch. No.” You cleared your throat. “Hey, Sammy, you know how you’re a hunter and I’m a witch. Funny, right?” You groaned and hid your face in your hands. “Mira corazón, Imma just say this straight and please don’t be upset…” You looked at your reflection in the mirror, hoping it had more courage than you. You took a deep breath. “I put milk before cereal. No! That’s a lie! I only did it once because I was too hungover to care!” You gave some stumps while going around in circles until you ended in the same spot as before, looking at your flustered face. “Dear God, I need help.”

 Sam cleaned the bar, as he continuously stole looks at the ladies restroom’s shot door. It had been a while and you hadn’t come out yet. Not that he was timing you but your trips to the restroom were always quick or average. Finally, you stepped out and walked right towards the stool you were occupying before. Through all the way you kept looking around or at the floor but never at what was in front of you, because he would be there with his gorgeously stupid face.

You sat down and finally looked at him, neutral face on. He raised his eyebrows and you squinted at him, making him chuckle. He broke eye contact and started prepping a drink; first putting some ice, then tequila, some tajín, sangría, sprite, lime and salt. No way, was he…?

“Un vampiro para la señorita.” ¡Chingado, Samuel! ¿Por qué chingados me haces esto a mí? ¡Me la estás poniendo más difícil cabrón! Regardless of your thoughts, you flashed him the smile he was hoping for, a sincere one, the one that totally spoke to him, telling him you were facing a rough patch but you could do it and you just wanted him to be beside you.

Could we just go back at that Spanish, though, Sarisa? Yes, I am breaking the forth wall. Anyway, that Spanish sounded really good, like he practiced it and then he forgot about it but in the moment remembered it all and I’m MELTING. Okay, just wanted to say that, continue narrating.

You took a swig, moaning at the great familiar taste of one of your favorite drinks.

“Damn, Sammy, this is really good.” He took great pride on those words. Even when for you everything was good.

“Glad you like it.” He knelt in on his forearms, resting. He was close, but you had been closer than that yet never kissed.

“Like it? I’m fucking marrying this drink; I hope it’s legal in this country.” He laughed through his nose, scrunching it a little bit, just as you did. You spent so much time together you started to pick on somethings the other did.

You swallowed another swig. “Your Spanish was on point, by the way.”

“Really?” Now you did nod like an excited 5-year old.

“Oh yeah, ten points to Gryffindor.” Sam laughed harder at that.

“First of, you’re such a nerd. Second, I like to think myself as a Ravenclaw.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Who’s the nerd, now, huh?” He opened his mouth to debate, opened and closed, like a fish, obviously not having a good argument for that remark.

“Shut up. I spent so much time with you, it’s contagious.” Your mind immediately went on to Smells like teen spirit, singing internally the one part with that word when the song started sounding on the speakers of the place. You smiled; your foot tapping at the rhythm of the guitar. Sometimes these things happened.

Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. He wasn’t particularly fond at the music genre; only knowing the lyrics to some songs because of Dean, although now he had a whole new reason for knowing the lyrics for those types of songs. He couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiastic hands tapping as if you were the drummer.

“Sing with me, Sammy. With the lights out, it’s less dangerous…” You passed your invisible microphone to him. And he complied, but not without expressing a slight faked discomfort.

“Here we are now, entertain us.” Back.

“I feel stupid and contagious.” Forward.

“Here we are now, entertain us.” You laughed at his lack of enthusiasm.

At foreign eyes, it would seem as if you had already had too much to drink. Why people assumed you needed insanely amounts of alcohol in you to be as goofy as you were? You never knew. But you needn’t alcohol to be fun, just someone you would love to make laugh.

“That sounded terrible.”

“What do you want? I don’t like these songs.”

“Okay, fine, I give you that. Still terrible, though.” And you laughed some more, tipping your head back and then forward like your invisible microphone.

“If we were alone, I would get you for that.” His eyes glinted. He was having fun as well.

“If we were alone, I would’ve been laughing for more than one reason.” You were now facing each other, both leaning in, looking at each other’s mischievous eyes. And you could’ve kissed, but the place was starting to fill and some partying college students wanted tequila shots.

 Thanks to having quite a boss, Sam got early off his shift, due to him starting it before his actual work time.

You were now walking in your kitchen. Discussing some dinner options, however neither one of you was that hungry. So you moved the party to the couch, the couch that miraculously fitted Sam’s legs in pretty well.

“What did you want to tell me?” He asked and his questioned died in the air. You were too busy looking at his calves to actually process his words. You rolled the hem of his pants up and pulled at one of his leg hairs.

“Y/N, don’t!” You laughed and tugged at another one.

“Hey!” You repeated the action.

He sat down reaching towards your forearms and trapping them successfully in his massive hands. Then he pulled you in so you both were lying in the couch. His legs were safe and you were lying on top of him with your chest pressed against his.

He placed a lock of your hair behind your ear and rested his hand upon your cheek. Meanwhile, you cupped his face in your hands; both of your faces smiling sweetly at each other.

“What did you want to tell me?” And your smile faltered and you gulped.

Instantly, Sam’s gaze turned from adoring to a worry one.

This was it, there was no escaping it. Well, actually, there was, but you were tired of putting it off. You sat down, away from his touch and closed yourself, hugging your legs into your chest.

He sat as well, giving you space but still keeping at a length he could reach into, in case you needed a hug.

“Well, um, first of all… I know.” You whispered. Sam furrowed his brow. It had been so long since he thought about the hunting style of living; it didn’t flash his mind that it had something to do with this conversation.

“I know you are a hunter.” His mouth fell open. “I’ve known for a while, actually.” You added while he collected himself. He straightened, obviously nervous and alert; after all, there were plenty of things that knew of the existence of hunters. Although, once he had decided he wanted your friendship or even more, he had you tested, so the only thing that could explain such thing was one and only one.

“And I know because…”

“You’re a hunter.” “I’m a witch.” Sam stood up abruptly. “You’re what?”

“Please, Sam, just let me explain.”

“You’re what?!”

“Sam, listen to me! I know, you have history with these things, but don’t you think if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve already done it?”

“I…” He didn’t know. But he did know that trusting something he would normally hunt wasn’t something he would’ve planed on doing. Yet here he was.

You took in a deep breath. There was a pain in your chest. The mere thought of him thinking you wanted to harm him made your hope shatter into a million pieces. You liked him and didn’t want to lose him just for some stupid stereotype. Or the fault of the actions of others that had nothing to do with you.

“Okay, just listen to me. Sam, please sit, let’s talk.” You neared him carefully. It hurt you so much when he backed a step down. Was it a tear that ran down your cheek? Great, that’ll convince him. The witch fake cries so he falls into the trap. You scolded yourself sarcastically. You quickly wiped it away. It wasn’t the time for crying.

“Fine, I won’t touch you. But please, listen. Yes, I am a witch, however there’s a difference between me and the ones you’ve encountered before. I don’t obtain my power from demons or the devil or anyone. I obtain it from myself and I know it sounds silly, but it’s the truth. There’s so much more than the stereotypical witch. There is so much more of me than just the box that society has put me in, that hunters have put me in. Sam, I’m begging you, trust me. The girl you met at the bar, the one whom you’ve shared countless of nights laughing and storytelling and binge watching TV, that’s me. I have never been fake around you; I just hid a part of my personality until it felt right to show it.” Fucking tears, don’t roll down. Don’t you dare roll down.

You looked at Sam, waiting for a response. He let himself close his eyes for a moment and then he opened them again.

“I need some time, to think.” You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and nodded. With a blurry sight, you watched him exit your home and wondered if he’d ever come back.

[thepilotanon]

springbeauty ix

{masterlist}

I’m only realizing now that we have only five chapters left before this little series is over! Wow, I honestly can not believe how much people are actually liking this, and you all have been so sweet and supportive. I can’t thank you all enough for being so kind and patient with me, and I hope to keep hearing from you all! Please enjoy.

warning: none.

“You can’t be givin’ up on our cauliflower yet! There’s still time to find a good spot - why not here?”

Clyde stared at his older brother with distaste, finishing the Shirley Temple for his little niece propped on the barstool beside her father. Getting her a red straw and dropping the candy cherry into the drink, the youngest Logan brother pushed the tall glass to Sadie. The little girl grinned brightly and reached to take over, looking to her uncle with the happiest look on her face and thanked him kindly, making him nod with a small smile in return before looking back to give his brother a thought or two.

“Pulling the cauliflower in the bar where I first saw her ain’t good enough. Much as I love my bar, it ain’t nowhere near the level of memorable moments,” Clyde told Jimmy all grouchy. Two weeks has passed since the short-lived camping trip and failed proposal attempt, and all Clyde wanted to do was call it quits while he still can. It wasn’t that he was pulling out of wanting to propose to Belle and marry her, but he didn’t have any better ideas to make sure everything was perfect and deserving to her.

But Jimmy wasn’t having any of it.

“Look, we’re in this together like the last time and all before that,” Jimmy started and Clyde rolled his eyes.

“Besides the time I spent six months?”

“Juvie, Clyde. It was just juvie,” he stressed. Stretching back on the barstool, the older brother sighed and ruffled his daughter’s hair. Sadie hummed as she continued to sip her drink joyfully in the rather empty bar. It was just the three, the busboy in the back and an afternoon drunk napping in the corner booth. “There’s still time, alright? Cauliflower ain’t over yet, and I ain’t gonna let you drop out of this one. It’s too important.”

Shaking his head, Clyde turned to dry off the cleaned glasses with the towel, using his mechanical hand to grip the glass properly and being able to reach the insides, he ignored Jimmy trying to come up with a list of different locations around Boone County to him, tuning him out with his task. With today’s plan of managing the bar until closing, Sadie was to spend the day with Belle as a sort of girls day; the oldest Logan sibling planned on using it to converse and plan with Clyde to find a better outlook for their cauliflower plan, but Clyde wanted to shut out about it.

All while he goes home to find Belle waiting for him in their routine, he was willing to admit in his head that he did enjoy the extra “attention” Belle offers to him when he is stressed. Seeing how he has his pout a bit more expressive and eyes tired yet alert, his lovely woman is quick to tug him to their bedroom and pamper him with gentle kisses and, occasionally, to opening his dresser drawer to find his box. A part of Clyde really loved how Belle didn’t pressure him to tell why he has been so stressed lately, instead wanting to make him feel better. Clyde eventually falls asleep in peace, holding on to Belle and just snuggling her lovingly and doesn’t think about his brother’s ideas...He wasn’t going to tell Jimmy that.

“Look, how about this,” Jimmy offered up, “I’ll go scout out some places and write ‘em down for you. When you get off, you can take a drive and check it all out and cross off whichever may not work. I’ll find pretty places, okay?”

“Jimmy -”

“Gotta think positive ‘bout cauliflower! You got a bad habit of thinkin’ all the negative that most likely won’t happen,” he went on. “This isn’t all that bad if you think about it, see? Ya jus’ need some time to look and just think positive. Ain’t that right, sweet pea? Uncle Clyde’s gotta be positive!”

“Uh-huh!” Sadie nodded and pointed to Clyde. “You can do it, Uncle Clyde!”

Knowing that Sadie had no idea what was being discussed, Clyde sighed. “Thank you, sweetheart. Yer very kind to me when I need it.”

“Then can Daddy keep helping you?” Sadie asked curiously, looking between her father and uncle. “Daddy wants to help you with yer...cauliflower, so can he help you?”

Clyde pursed his lips and glanced to his brother, who was just giving him his charming grin like nothing was wrong. Jimmy knew of Clyde’s weakness of rarely saying no to his daughter, and most likely was using her as a last resort to get him to cave to his plan. Taking a deep breath, Clyde opened his mouth when the bar opened and Belle entered in the nick of time.

Belle wore her jeans and a light blouse, since it was rather humid outside with the on-and-off rain Boone Country has been having. Her hair was loose and her face all smiley as Sadie changed her attention to the woman, jumping off her spot and running towards her with a loud voice and waking the sleeping drunk for a few seconds.

“Auntie Belle!” Sadie squealed excitedly as she tackled the woman in a hug. Belle laughed and caught the blonde girl, kissing her cheeks repeatedly in spoiling her into a fit of giggled before looking up to the brothers.

“Hi boys, I’m sorry if I’m late,” she apologized as Sadie pulled away and hurried back to finish her drink as fast as possible. “I wanted to make sure that the irises were going to be okay with the weather today, since it didn’t rain yesterday. They seemed a bit dried out, but Miss Trudy said it’s suppose to rain later.”

“They’re jus’ flowers, Belle,” Jimmy snickered and the woman playfully pushed his arm.

“They grew naturally in the backyard, and they’re lovely!” Belle defended proudly before hugging Sadie from behind, making the girl grin as she finished her drink. Fixing Sadie’s hair carefully, Belle smiled to Clyde with her usual loving eyes. “How’s your shift so far, handsome? It seems pretty empty today.”

“Not with this jerk,” Clyde gestured to Jimmy, who pressed a hand to his chest and acted offended. “I think he needs to be escorted out for tryin’ to get free drinks from me, sayin’ I owe him.”

“Should I toss him out for you? Rough him up a bit so he knows not to bother my man anymore?” Belle asked cheekily and Jimmy was quick to lean away from Belle and making his daughter laugh.

“No, no, that’s not necessary here, ma’am. I promise I’ll behave better from now on!” Jimmy pleaded teasingly as Belle snuggled her cheek against Sadie’s hair, smiling brightly. “Please, I got a kid to take care of and leftovers still in the fridge.”

Belle giggled and stood straight, looking down to the girl. “How ‘bout it, honeybun? You ready to go dress shopping for your performance and get some treats?”

“Yeah!” The girl was quick to remove herself from the stool and half climb on Jimmy to give him a kiss on the cheek, running to the door and bounce in wait for Belle to follow and guide her out.

Belle smiled and propped herself on her hands on the countertop, grabbing the collar of Clyde’s button up and pulling him into a sweet kiss that he returned in time before she pulled away. A part of him wanted to chase after her and get another kiss, but wanting to avoid being teased by Jimmy and waking the drunk to the commotion, he held back and pouted to Belle like a sad puppy.

Belle giggled at the sight of her man before patting Jimmy’s arm. “You boys behave while we’re gone, alright? Maybe Sadie will pick something out for her dad if he promises to take care of her favorite uncle before I hand her off to Mellie.”

“Somethin’ with a lot caramel and peanuts, sweet pea! You know what I like!” Jimmy spoke loud enough for Sadie to give him a thumbs up as Belle waved goodbye to them to take Sadie’s hand and leaving the bar.

Once the door closed, Clyde was left with his older brother wagging his brows and giving him a toothy grin, making the other frown and narrow his eyes. Now he was really wishing that Belle would have dragged him out of the bar with her.

“Don’t you think ‘bout it.”

“I can head on out now and beat the traffic to get started. Can get ya five places tops before ya close,” Jimmy cooed and Clyde rolled his eyes again, tossing the towel to the counter before ringing the bell for the busboy to come up from the back.

The younger man emerged and looked to his boss, Clyde gesturing his right hand to the slumbering drunk still at the table. “Get him a call on his phone for a ride, he ain’t good enough to drive. Jimmy’s headin’ out and I’m goin’ to my office for a second,” he explained to him and the boy nodded quickly. Raising a finger to him, Clyde brought his serious voice into the mix. “Remember, no servin’ drinks to no one, kid. I come back and smell a lick of anythin’, and you know I can, yer in for bathroom and greaser duty.”

“Yes sir,” the busboy agreed quickly, making Jimmy snicker before getting up from his spot.

“I’ll be back in a bit!” Jimmy sang before heading out the door, and the busboy waved while Clyde left the counter and to the back hall where his office was hidden from everyone else.

The office was small and tight spaced, but Clyde still thought of it as a little escape whenever the bar got to be too much for him or he needed some quiet. The room managed to hold a office desk and a wheeled chair, a trash can and that was it - plain and simple, yet did its duty. Squeezing between the wall and desk, Clyde scooted to the chair and plopped himself down with a heavy sigh and melt against the worn cushion.

His right hand digging into his pocket, he fished out the velvet box he had kept on his person the whole time. Snapping it open, Clyde eyed the silver band with the encrusted diamond and pale pink jewels on either side; small and simple, but yet meant so much to the customization and the time he put into going out of his comfort zone to talk to the jeweler carefully on creating the ring. The jeweler was patient with him, which he was grateful, but the fact that Clyde was so red in the face the whole time he asked questions or requested to look at something up-close was embarrassing enough. How the old man said thoughtful compliments of how lucky Belle was going to be with having a man put so much thought into it nearly had him fainting a few times, yet he didn’t regret it at all.

Remembering the camping trip and how Belle spoke gently to him, telling him that she was willing to wait as long as they need to be brought back to where he wanted to surprise her - to propose in the same spot his parents did, Clyde felt his heart swell with adoration for her. How she kissed his frustration away and even tried to let him use her body to relieve stress after the fact they were rained out, he couldn’t believe how he was ever lucky enough to have her in his life. How the damn Logan Curse allowed him to have such an angel love him and be loved back, with all his flaws, only to be restricted of asking for her hand was impossible. He just wanted everything to be perfect for Belle, believing that it is what she deserves for all she has done for him. A simple proposal wouldn’t work…

Belle deserved the best proposal, and perhaps that would have to mean he would have to wait for the water to recede and let nature restore itself in order to propose. He can wait and keep the cauliflower plan going, just needing to be patient.

He won’t give up the cauliflower plan just yet, but he can’t risk being caught.

Snapping the box closed, he pressed his lips to the top of the box, as if begging it to give him some sort of luck like his horseshoe ring, as a sort of good luck kiss. Clyde was careful to open the drawer to his desk and place the velvet box inside with the utmost care. Closing the drawer, the man slowly stood up from his chair and scoot out of his office to return to the front to find the busboy helping the drunk patron stay awake long enough to drink water before his ride arrived to take him home.

Walking into the trailer with tired eyes, Clyde was surprised to see Belle sitting on the couch. Seeming to wait for him, Belle gave him a light smile at seeing his surprised expression and got up from her spot. She looked deep in thought and probably had been for a while, making Clyde wonder if something happened that called for Sadie to be dropped off to his sister early. Perhaps the Shirley Temple he made for Sadie upset her stomach and got her sick or something was wrong with Belle, and he instantly began to worry.

“Belle?” Clyde frowned as he hurried to take off his shoes, tossing his keys to the side. “Yer home early, I thought you’d be back ‘round dinner. Is everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, it is. I just asked Mellie to take Sadie a little earlier than originally planned,” Belle explained in a volume of voice that he often didn’t hear from her: quiet and guarded. She seemed to bright and happy before on this rather dreary day, and he could tell something was off.

Approaching her as she zoned out for a moment, Clyde carefully brought his right hand up to rest of her shoulder and slide up to tilt her chin up. “Darlin’, what’s the matter? Somethin’ ain’t right with you and I’m gettin’ worried,” he urged softly to her and she bit her lip. “Did somethin’ happen?”

Belle looked at him and took a deep breath, reaching up to hold his wrist gently and lean her head to his hold. “You know that I really trust you, right, Clyde? I know you won’t lie to me if I were to come to you about something, because I love you and you love me, right?” she asked him softly, keeping eye contact. She wasn’t sad or angry, just...nervous?

Brows creasing in confusion, Clyde nodded. “O’course I love ya, Darlin’. With all my heart, I ain’t ever gonna hide anythin’ from you. What’s the matter?” He brought her back to the couch, sitting down first before urging her to sit next to him, his hand holding hers carefully.

“When Sadie and I were out shopping, she asked me something about what you and Jimmy have been discussing for a while,” she started, rubbing the back of her neck with her other hand. “She started asking me about how to care for cauliflower, not knowing what kind of ‘flower’ it was and how you and your brother have been having problems with it as of late…”

Clyde felt his face drop and pale. If he paid more attention to himself, he bet his heart stopped for a good minute as Belle looked him over carefully, waiting for a response that never came. Belle softly squeezed his hand and Clyde swallowed hard.

No. No, no, no.

“I know you’ve told me many times that you wouldn’t do any sort of cauliflower plans with Jimmy and everyone else, and how you won’t hide anything from me if there’s something wrong. I believe you, Clyde, so that’s why I’m talking to you about this,” she told him honestly. “What is this cauliflower you’re doing, because I know Mellie and probably Uncle Joe is involved with it, too, aren’t they?”

Clyde’s silence was a good enough answer. “Clyde, sweetie, if there’s an issue with money or anything, you know you don’t have to hide it from me. If there’s something you need help with, you know I don’t mind helping in any way that I can. Or even Jimmy, Mellie or Uncle Joe - I don’t care what you guys are having trouble with, I will want to help.”

Clyde stiffened and bit his lip hard, looking down to his lap. He couldn’t say anything to fix this; his mind going all over the place and panicking enough for him to start shutting down. He didn’t want to talk about this now, especially when he left the bar early to avoid Jimmy coming back with a list of potential proposal spots. He didn’t want this.

“You told me that you would never do another heist of any sort, and I really, really want to believe you, Clyde,” Belle said softly. “I’m willing to help you with whatever money you need, okay? I have plenty in savings and from Grandma and Grandpa’s inheritance, and I don’t need you to pay it back if it’s to help you.”

Taking a shuddering breath, Clyde slowly shook his head. “It ain’t that…”

“Then what is it, Clyde?”

“Can’t tell you.”

Belle was quiet for a moment. “You know I won’t judge you. I just want to make sure you’re safe, and whatever it is that you’re having trouble with, I’m here for you. I -”

“No, Belle,” Clyde shook his head quicker, feeling himself getting worked up. The memory of Jimmy trying to pressure him to accepting his help, the memory of staring at the ring in the box for who knows how long whenever he’s alone; Belle telling him, unknowingly, that it was okay and how she will wait for him, it was becoming too much for him. He felt trapped now. “I can’t tell you. You can’t know, and I can’t tell you.”

“Clyde,” Belle tried to reach for his face, seeing him starting to breathe a bit too hard. She tried to speak over him, trying to reach him to ease the situation as best as she could. “Clyde, honey, it’s okay. Please, calm do-”

“I said I can’t tell you, damn it! Leave me the fuck alone!”

He didn’t mean to shout at her. He didn’t mean to sound so angry at her, but it happened and it caused a reaction. Never had he raised his voice at her and he saw the shocked look in her eyes as she retreated completely from him, leaning away and holding her hands back as she yelped a bit. Realizing what he had done, Clyde’s throat tightened as he stared at her with wide eyes, his chin quivering as his teeth started to grind together. His only hand gripping his knee so tightly that his knuckles were changing color, Clyde felt his heart speed up drastically.

Watching her ease off the couch, Belle kept her voice down as to not upset him any more than she already thought she done. “Okay,” she said quietly, stepping around the coffee table to give him space as she twisted her hands. “It’s okay, Clyde. I’ll just go out for a walk and let us both cool down while you stay here and relax, alright? We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

Clyde wanted to cry. He wanted to get on his knees and beg Belle to forgive him for yelling so brutally at her, but he was stunned in his spot out of fear for what he had done. He watched from the corner of his eye as Belle took her light sweater off the hook by the door and slip it on, and he wanted nothing more than to tell her to stay and let him hold her. Similar to any bickering they’ve had in the past, nothing ever escalating to shouts or yelling, they always gave each other space with being in separate rooms until one or the other couldn’t stand to be away, seeking out comfort and being held…

This felt like it was not going to be one of those times for Clyde.

“I’ll be back in a little bit, alright?” Clyde heard her voice and he knew she was holding back tears as she opened the screen door. “You don’t need to tell me right away if you don’t want to, but please know that I’m here for you. I love you very, very much, Clyde. Remember that.”

Her farewell and closing of the door caused tears to fall down his cheeks and sink into his beard, and he released a shaky sob as he dropped his head into his only hand. He wanted to call her back, run after her and hug her close and never let her go. Clyde wanted to kiss away her tears and whisper numerous apologies into her ear as he cradled her and kissed her with all the love and passion he could. But, despite all his wantings to do just that to keep his beloved here in this emotionally struggling time, Clyde Logan couldn’t move from the couch.

And so, Clyde cried alone.

Fun fact: Hurting Clyde also hurts me.

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[obsessivedilettante]

I’ve decided to get a little organized this weekend, since I’ll probably not want to do any cleaning. cooking, etc. the next few weeks due to work craziness. Not that I ever really want to do any cleaning, cooking, etc. in the first place, but I was gonna gift my future self the joy of not stressing about household chores when I’m stressing about other stuff.

I have skincare products scattered about my house, so I gathered everything together to organize it and store anything that could be considered a dupe in a box to be used as needed once I run out of what I’m currently using, because my bathroom is tiny and has basically no storage space (hence the products scattered about the house).

That’s when I realized I have wayyyyyyy too much product for someone with only one face. Even though I only started my obsessive skincare journey at the beginning of the year, I have acquired enough products to last me years. That’s crazy!

What’s even crazier is that I don’t even have particularly terrible skin. My skin is relatively normal -- not too oily, not too dry, although it can lean combo depending on the season or if I’ve travelled to a new climate (or if I’ve forgotten to drink enough water or am not getting enough sleep).

That said, I’ll never have perfect skin, no matter what, thanks to a bad case of the chicken pox when I was twelve that gave me a couple of scars. I don’t get much acne -- a few little barely noticiable bumps, and sometimes every few months a red angry one depending on hormones and stress. My pores are definitely visible, but that’s just the way they are (thanks for those genes, Dad).

Yet apparently this is the year where I did the “omg I’m getting old, there are distinct crow’s feet, I look so haggard when I look in the mirror, WHAT DO I DO?” freak out. Even though I know that you can’t look young forever, I’ve just been used to people assuming I skew at least 5-10 years younger than I am. But now people refer to me more as “ma’am” than “miss,” and this is the first year that I’ve not been carded when I was out with friends for a drink. (It happened twice! And I’m younger than 35!)

So I apparently had a mini existential crisis. I’ve never really been one to get caught up in the beauty hype. For years I’ve not worn makeup (except for special occasions). I’ve always let my hair air dry and do its thing without styling. My theory is that if I am clean and neat, then that’s all that really matters.

Yet somehow, despite me not being connected to the beauty world, I’ve still assimilated the hideous idea that visible signs of aging are things I ought to do my best to postpone.

It’s not like prior to this year I was destroying my skin. Because I didn’t wear makeup very often, my morning routine of washing with a foam cleanser and then slapping on some moisturizer with spf was apparently doing just fine. If I was going to be spending a lot of time outside, I’d add on extra 50spf sunscreen. My skin wasn’t dry or oily or acne-prone. I didn’t have a ten-step nightly routine (I honestly didn’t have a night-time routine, period -- sometimes I wouldn’t wash my face until the next morning, which right now to me sounds vaguely scandalous, but unless it had been a particularly sweaty or dirty day, there seemed no reason that it couldn’t wait until my morning shower).

But suddenly this year there were visible crow’s feet and I just looked so depressingly tired and haggard, which sent me into a panic.

I didn’t stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I looked tired because I was tired. For at least six years, I’ve had insane 60 hour work weeks with unpredictable schedules, which means I haven’t had a regular sleep schedule, since, uh, forever. I would get so busy, I’d forget to drink water. Oh, and I am older than I used to be.

Instead, I started to research like crazy and buy products, trying to solve problems that maybe I didn’t have.

To be fair, I think my skin looks a little bit better. I’ve got that “dewy glow” -- but I still have small bumps and visible pores and those icepick scars that will never be moisturized away. I also have started to wear makeup regularly this year, so falling in love with the concept of a double-cleanse actually works with this new habit, and because my weird pale-with-olive-undertones skin makes it impossible to find a decently matching foundation/bb cream/etc, I’d rather make sure my skin looks naturally decent so I can keep my makeup minimal.

But I don’t need endless bottles and jars of slightly-different-but-essentially-the-same products. I don’t need to keep researching products, desperate to find the so-called “holy grail” that everyone else talks about.

I don’t need a “holy grail.” I have enough “good enough” products that do what I need: keep my skin clean and hydrated and protected from the sun.

That’s not to say all skincare is terrible and you are a terrible person if you slather on ten products religiously every night. I’ve found that I genuinely enjoy the habit of an evening routine, even if sometimes I only use a couple of products (micellar wipes and moisturizer now have a home by my bed for a reason), or sometimes I want to do the whole shebang and do the double-cleanse with toners and essences and acids and moisturizer and occlusives. My skin is sometimes happy for all this pampering, and sometimes it’s like, “Whoa lady, we didn’t need all that, and it’s just gonna get wiped off in the morning without showing any miracles.”

But it makes me a little angry to think that there’s something deep down within that so easily believes the lie that women have to look like they’re in their twenties forever, or else they don’t matter.

Yet... there’s also another part of me that loves how glowy and soft my skin has become.

Is there a point to this? Maybe. There’s probably a whisper of an essay on feminism and how even those of us who think we eschew the normal standards of beauty still internalize those man-made rules (pun intended).

The real point, though, is I’m forbidden from buying any new skincare products because holy heck I have more than enough and it would just be a waste of money and space. Now, if you would please excuse me, I need to go and use up one of the gazillion sheet masks I have...