#waiting for the cleaning products to sit in the bathroom so I can do a little clean

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

just need to sew everything in place + the metal bits for belting but !!

[daenysx]

10pm and poly marauders

10.00 PM | POLY!MARAUDERS

"your hair- smells wonderful." james tells you, in between his endless hair kisses. "come closer."

you do as he says, settle down on his lap with your sleeping clothes on you, your hair washed just minutes ago. you like taking shower before sleeping, especially now that it's september and it's colder. it softens every muscle got tight during the day.

"how long it'll take them to finish, do you think?" you ask james, he slips the comb in your hair and you think you can fall asleep right here. remus and sirius are in the bathroom, remus washes sirius's hair the way he likes with all those products he uses. it's their own quality time while here you are, sitting on james's legs to have him coax you into the mushy headspace.

"i think sirius won't let him go even if he finishes washing." your boyfriend answers. "we don't have to wait if you're sleepy, beautiful."

you shake your head. "i like it when we all get into the bed at the same time."

james agrees. his fingers keep playing with your head even after he finishes. you snuggle into his chest like a cat, he kisses your soft skin, anywhere he can reach.

you try to keep yourself awake but your eyes close on their own at some point of james's affection. he carries you to bed, you hold his hand to keep him with you.

"hi, lovely." someone behind you says. sirius, you'd know his scent anywhere. "couldn't wait up?"

"leave her, pads." remus defends you. "we took so long, she's been tired."

sirius kisses the side of your head. his hair is slightly wet, all gorgeous with deep black waves. his cheeks are soft against yours. you wrap an unbalanced arm around him.

"remus?" you ask, eyes barely open.

"i'm here, dove." remus comes closer. "we need to clean up the kitchen. we'll be here, okay? you keep sleeping."

"kiss?"

remus smiles against your lips, he's fond of your sleepy kisses. you melt in sheets, not a crumb of energy left in your body. you still hold sirius, he's glad to be pressed against you anyway.

"well, i'd like to help in kitchen." sirius teases. "but you see, i can't really leave when she's hugging me- sorry, moons."

"it's fine." remus says, easily convinced at the sight of his two lovers. "i'm gonna go to jamie, okay?"

cinnamon girl sleepover ♡

[namjooningera]

Yandere JJK react to you getting your period

Characters: gojo, geto, Nanami, Toji

Your being held captive in their home, their love, but then you get your period. Unprepared.

Tw: basically all fluff, just period stuff. Slight Stockholm syndrome.

Nanami:

Nanami was a sweet man, really.

He just had his faults, like any person. He watched you for so long, then watched the hairs on his head start to grey. He couldn’t tell if that was from old age itself or gojos constant pestering that turned him old. And then there was you.

He really tried to hard to hold back, like any sane person. But he couldn’t. Watching himself get old, watching himself repeatedly be put in a friend zone. He couldn’t do it anymore, he wanted to have that domestic life, before he was too old to have one. And he wanted to have it with you.

So he snatched you.

Now, you lie in bed awake. You look over, and Nanami is sound asleep. Of course. At first, he let you sleep alone, for a few days that is. But he got impatient. He wouldn’t touch you though, he wouldn’t wanna stress you out or scare you. He knew that you just needed time to relax and then you’ll realize that this is all for your own good. He planned out everything for you. Buying you a closet full of clothes and shoes and expensive handbags all from your wishlist you could never afford. A fridge and freezer full of healthy foods for a special but yummy diet he prepared for you. The shampoos and body washes you use at home, here too. The house you both lived in now, like a replica of your dream home, with all your dream material inside. Except for Nanami. You didn’t want it from him.

And all those things, he focused on big picture things and occasionally the small details that go with.

But of course he forgot to buy you period products. Of course it went by his mind once at least, but he got so excited over spoiling you with other things that it went over his head.

So again, you sit on the bed, with a damp red spot under you, seeping from your shorts onto the bed. You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom when you realized your little accident.

And of course you accidentally slammed the door on your way inside. That startled Nanami. He tried to go back to sleep, but your absence in presence overwhelmed him.

He waited at first, but a few minutes went by, and he got worried. He slowly got up, walking over the door and softly knocking on it to not startle you.

“Honey? You okay in there?” He whispered gently, gruffy voice from just waking up.

You on the other hand, we’re stuffing napkins in your underwear, trying to make a makeshift pad. You didn’t wanna tell him you got your period. You didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction of taking care of you, going out of his way to get you hygiene products just so he can act like some loving husband who’s been doing this forever. Plus it was embarrassing. The blood stain on your pants, the cramps that slowly trailed to your stomach.

“F-fine!” You answered.

Obviously he didn’t believe that.

“You need any help in there? Should I come in?”

You grinded your teeth while adjusting your pajama pants. “Really Nanami I’m fine, will be out in a second..”

You talked to him like it was normal, like you weren’t being held captive in your-his home. The home he made you.

“…. Alright sweetheart. I’ll be waiting.”

Fuck. Of course he will be. You quickly wash your hands and step out, however the pain coursing in your stomach made you almost trip on yourself.

“Careful!” Nanami grabs you by your waist, hoisting you up from when you almost fell. God, it almost felt good. His insanely big and warm hands around your belly, warming up your sore belly.

Nanami holds your hand softly, trying not to scare you away, leading you to the bed.

That’s when you realize you never cleaned the stain off the bed. And that’s also when Nanami sees it, the red stain on the bed, on your side, the moon light from the window illuminating it.

“I umm-“ “are you hurt? What is that?”

He interrupted you, turning you around swiftly with one hand, looking at your bottom. Of course blush spread to your cheeks, seeing where he was glancing at.

“H-hey! Stop that!”

He sighed.

“Oh I’m so sorry honey. I forgot to buy you the products..”

You stayed silent, moving away from him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, kind of a dick move.”

He looked actually hurt by that.

“I am so sorry ___. I never meant to neglect you”

Ok, why were you feeling bad all of a sudden? That puppy dog look in his eyes? The genuine apology? The way he was too scared to step closer to you because he was so upset with himself. God you actually were feeling kind of funny looking at the sight, it was a genuine care in his eyes.

“I’ll make it up to you honey, how about I go pick up some right now? Actually- I’m unsure on what products you like to use, my dear. Why don’t we go together tomorrow morning and pick up some products hm? And perhaps some snacks and warmers for your belly?”

You just stared at him.

He… was going to let you go out? With him? A grocery shopping trip? You didn’t wanna act super happy to not change his mind so you just shrugged.

“Umm yeah I guess so. We can do that.” You say nervously.

He smiles at you, a genuine smile.

Perhaps the domestic life was closer for him then expected

Gojo-

Your cooking lunch for yourself, lunch while gojo satoru blabs and yaps bout his day. His day with his students. It’s actually quite sweet you think. You can tell he genuinely cares for his students, and loves to teach. It’s nice.

But it would’ve been nicer in a different situation. A situation where your not constantly being watched, stuck in his home as his captive, his y/n. His domestic partner, his ___friend, his lover, partner. And he acts like it’s all ok, and honestly, you do to. You realized it was easier to go with it all. Fighting at first made everything so bad. It put him in a bad mood, which put you in a bad mood, which made the whole home uneasy.

When you acted like his partner, his domestic lover, he was so much nicer and less unbearable. Sure he’d yap your ears off, but he’d reward you with all kinds of things. Before you were never allowed to touch the stove, or even go near the kitchen. You constantly had to ask for food or snacks, even water. And he loved it. He loved that power, being able to ask you to say things for him to give you your water.

“What’s the magic phrase?”

“Gojo, please. I’m thirsty.”

“Magic phrase.” He said more serious.

“…I love you”

And then he’d giddily give you your water while kissing your cheeks and declaring his undying love for you, too.

But now, you could roam the kitchen, make your own meals (you found out as well, making him breakfast in the morning also gives you free rein over the home, it makes him so incredibly happy.) you cooked yourself some comfort food while he talked on the kitchen island, laughing about some conflict two students had.

But then you felt something warm soil your panties. Something that felt so awfully familiar that you grimaced. And yes, gojo noticed that grimace immediately, pausing in the middle of his sentence to ask

“-huh? Hey what was that? My story annoy you or something?” He raised an eyebrow.

“…No no, I just felt weird all of a sudden.”

“Huh?” He got up immediately. “Do you feel sick? Nauseas? Headache? Is your throat closing up? Sweetie?” He asked so many questions you almost got a damn headache.

“It’s fine just.. I think.. cramps.” You look down at your stomach, holding it.

He looks down at your stomach. And then I’d slowly dawns over him.

“Ohhh.” He says. “Oh.”

You both stare at each other for a few seconds before he smacks himself.

“Eh? Gojo?” You exclaim.

“Dammit! I forgot to buy those damn tampons. I was in the store- heading to that isle but then this free sample lady wooed me!” He said so very dramatically, acting as if was wounded, falling to his knees.

“Would you forgive me my dear?” He sighed, hand over his forehead, back arching on his knees, acting dramatically.

“Umm it’s fine. Can you just go buy them?”

He immediately got up and hugged you. “Oh my most forgiving loving partner oh my dear!” He held you tight, making you grimace with disgust. Get off me idiot, is what yo wanted to say. But you bit your tongue.

“You know, I could always use my fingers to plug it up so no blood seeps out-“

“Gojo!”

Geto-

Your sitting in his lap. Geto suguru says it’s your throne. Oh god ew. But, it puts him in a good mood. A good enough mood where you’re allowed to watch tv for an hour… well while sitting in his lap.

He hums and smiles while your back faces him, he snuggled his chest into your back while you try and ignore him, and just watch your favorite tv show. You try to imagine it’s someone else, anyone, but his smell, his arms, his presence alone reminds you it’s him.

Your old best friend.

Now boyfriend. Well, you didn’t choose that title for him. He gladly stole it. He stole you, happily. You knew there was something going on with him, something much deeper then a “bad mood” he was in constantly.

Satoru gojo told you not to worry about it. You asked geto about it, why he was being so closed off, why he seemed so… disoriented. Maybe you ended up becoming that hope that helped him feel better.

You remember when he smiled at you, thanked you for asking, that you were the only person willing to put up with his shit mood these past few months.

You stayed with him, basically nursed him. Made sure he eat and slept well.

And god did he want to reward you for that.

But then he realized he didn’t always have your time. Your attention wasn’t always on him. You had missions, family, friends, you had a life.

And his life, was you.

He watched you, with others. Spreading that same smile, same love, same nursing affection to others. And he realized, he wasn’t special. Sure he was your best friend, but you’d do the same to satoru even he felt unwell, too.

So he snapped.

And now, your captive, in his home, for what felt like weeks but probably not that long. Sitting his lap, chewing on a piece of fruit.

“What were you thinking about for dinner, love?”

He asks, that sinister smile he gives you oh so reminds you that he kidnapped you, that you’re a victim of Geto, and that this isn’t one of your hangouts as friends.

“Uhh I don’t care. Not really… fuck I’m craving chocolate.”

“Chocolate?” He grabs your arm slightly so that he can menouver u to your side, in order to see your face.

You hum, looking up at him- well avoiding eye contact.

“Yes- I guess I can drop by the store and bring you some chocolate my dear- but for a price.” He points to his cheek.

Ah, of course. You can never get anything unless you give him something to be satisfied about. You lean in to kiss his cheek, but something stops you.

A pain that crawls up your spine and down to your uterus, “S-suguru”

His eyes widens as you wince and crumble over, and he immediately puts his large warm hand over your lower tummy, trying to catch the pain.

“Sweetheart? Y/n? What’s wrong?” He frowned, smile dropping as you didn’t answer him.

But he answers himself, basically. When his hands go lower to try and find the source of your pain, accidentally swiping against your crotch, a it dampens his fingers.

Blood.

Of course at first, his mind immediately feels out, his eyes wide in alarm and his body almost trembling. You feel that immediately and look up at him.

“N-no sugu… it’s just my period..”

And a huge sigh of relief leaves his mouth, as he grabs a tissue to wipe his fingers and his other hand warms your tummy.

“Alright love. Why don’t you go clean yourself up and I’ll go to the store for some heat warmers and chocolate?”

You now, getting up, but then realize you don’t know where the period products are.

“Umm… where.. are they?”

He stared at you, the wires in his head starting to connect, and he realizes he never bought any in the first place.

“Oh dear..” he grumbles, “how inconsiderate and irresponsible am I…”

You sigh realizing the man hadn’t bought any.

“I’m sorry my y/n. Don’t worry, I’ll get you all the most luxury items, I..”

“Suguru it’s fine.”

But he still frowns, and he seems almost.. guilty. And that’s the first time you’ve ever seen this man guilty (in your entire time being held captive by him, at least.)

He stands there, unable to look at you or even move. It’s been so long since you’ve been outside.

And you want to breathe that fresh air so badly. You decide there’s no reason that you can’t live a little. You slowly step to him, this insane man that somehow has a heart, and get on your tippy toes, pecking his cheek.

You grimace, but come down immediately, looking up at him. Now his eyes are wide but happy as he looks down at you.

“I didn’t deserve that.”

You hum though. “Maybe.. just maybe suguru.. I can go clean myself and we could.. go together? I can show you all the products I like to buy..”

He hums and smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “Ah your too cute. Never in hell, my love.”

…..

But after a lot of pouting and calling him “mean” and then trying to different approach, to flatter him, finally he agrees, as long as you wear some creepy ankle monitor (that unbeknownst to you, will shock you if you get too far from him), and a very gorgeous necklace, that’s obviously, a tracker.

You prounce around happily in the grocery store, showing him the products you like, and a reward for trying so hard, which he thinks you tried hard because you wanted to go on a date to the store with him (not that you wanted to go out in general). He buys you sweets, and snacks and heat warmers, all the things you point at.

He smiled at you as you giggle and jump around, the light finally coming back to your eyes. He pushes the cart as you head into another isle, pointing at the things you want, that he promptly tells you to throw in the cart.

And to everyone else, it just looks like some cute domestic couple, shopping for groceries.

But you know. And he knows.

And the diamond necklace you wear gleams with something other than just light from the shining crystal, but a tracker.

And the slight shock you get everytime you stepped to far from him, reminded you.

But that smile he gives you, it’s so familiar. It’s weirdly sweet. Like from before. Before his corruption.

And perhaps maybe, you do see a chance with him.

Toji-

He did this to keep you safe, you know that right? With all those he assassined, all those dangerous people he met, he knew he had to keep you safe.

And what better way to keep you safe than in its home? Surrounded by cameras? And alarms? And him to keep you company? It’s perfect right?

He isn’t home too often, sometimes you wake up and he’s gone. Not that you miss him of course. His creepy smile and weird chuckle when you fight back, scream and argue with him. The way he ruffles your hair roughly every time he’s about to leave, like your his child, the way he teases you that way. It’s annoying, and he bids you goodbye that way. He loves you, can’t you see? But he doesn’t really say it much. He thinks that his actions speaks enough words.

“I’m leaving. Mission.” He says while you just shrug, sitting on the sofa as you watch some random movie you used to watch in your childhood.

He wants an answer from you, a real one. A goodbye, or for you to come kiss him his goodbye.

He waits there at the door patiently, staring at you. You know what he wants but you roll your eyes slightly not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Doll.”

Oh, you know that tone. If you don’t get up he’ll make you. You get up slowly and grumble, your shoulders low and body dragging over to him.

“Bye.”

“That’s it?” He says disappointedly.

You sigh, wiggling your finger to him so that he may lean down to you. You kiss the space between his nose and lips so that you don’t have to kiss his lips, you didn’t want to. And luckily he let that go.

“Bye doll, I’ll be back in a few hours..” He ruffles your hair harshly, supposedly in a way that’s supposed to be loving.

He leaves, and you sit back on the couch, continuing the movie. But then you decide to make some popcorn, to go well with your movie. You get up and make the popcorn, microwaving it and finally, when it’s cooked, you empty it out in a popcorn bowl.

You go to sit down but notice a very familiar stain on the couch. A fresh stain. You sigh as you quickly grab some tissues from the coffee table to rub off the stain, then run to the restroom, to find some pads or tampons or anything really. You grab a spare underwear on your way there, but as you open the drawers, the cabinets, everywhere, there’s no sign of period products.

You sigh on the bathroom floor, finished. Then you remember the emergency button he has downstairs. It’s part of the security system for the entire home, however this is the only part you have access to. You run downstairs to it, a small screen on the side of the front door. You press the “emergency button” which dials Toji immediately.

He answers insanely quick, fear and pain in his voice as he answers.

“Honey? Doll? What’s wrong? Are you ok? Are you hurt-“

You cut him off. “I.. umm I’m fine? It’s not an emergency.. I just.. I need period products. Maybe some pads? I couldn’t find any..”

He’s silent on the other end, quiet. Then he chuckled nervously. “Oh doll, I’m so sorry I forgot.” He doesn’t really sound sorry, he sounds smug, but a hint of genuine empathy comes to you from it.

“I’ll bring you some, anything else you need from the store doll? I’ll be there in a second.”

You squint your eyes confused. “I thought you were busy? With your mission?”

He grumbles slightly. “Don’t worry ‘bout it doll. I’ll be home right now.”

He comes home with everything you need, so soon you think he must have been sprinting through the isles, throwing his cart everywhere. You laugh at the image in your head.

He brings you gifts to make up for it. Extra panties, fancy chocolate mousses, chocolate covered strawberries, heating pads and obviously the period products. And obviously, all of them. Tampons, pads, period cups, you know everything.

“Sorry ‘gain, doll.” He smiles down at you, no not smile, a smug smirk. He wants another again.

But as you look down at the material items, you look at him, and you think about how he’s the only person who ever really… no, you can’t think that way. You shouldn’t. Not about your captor at least.

But fuck, he’s cute. He’s tall, muscly, his voice…dammit. And he actually cares. You think this assassin, this killer, this insane man, actually cares about you. He actually loves you.

A special kind of love, that only you will ever get. He doesn’t share this love he has for you, with anyone else. It’s only yours, forever.

And fuck, maybe you’ve been neglected from that kind of love, all your life.

Your mouth starts to twitch, the corners slightly winding up into a soft smile as you look at a the gifts, up to him. You softly smile, and his smile goes from a smug smirk to a real soft loving smile, as he looks down at you.

He’s bad, you think.

He’s a bad dangerous man.

But he’s cute. But he cares. And his hand goes to your arm, softly caressing it in such a loving way, that you think that the butterflies in your stomach are no longer that disgust feeling of wanting him off you, but something else.

Something, that makes a pink hue cover your little cheeks. And makes your mouth twitch upwards just a little more as his thumb moves gently on your arm, his hand tightly holding yours in place.

Something that makes you think, that perhaps this isn’t, too bad.

Requests are open! This is my first yandere post, so it might be a little rough.

[wylanvaneckreal]

hey!! Not sure if ur taking reqs but I saw ur headcanons and they r soo cute😭😭 I was wondering if I can request a Daisuke x fem reader fanfic where reader is doing her skincare routine and Daisuke is like “can I try” and they both just end up doing face masks n skincare tg

HELLO THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT. I fear I'm obligated to do this now😼

(Daisuke x fem!Reader, I didn't check my Grammer on this, so if there's mistakes, mb😭🙏)

You and Daisuke recently started living together, and you couldn't be happier! He could be a doof sometimes, but you love him. One night you were in the bathroom doing your skincare routine like you do every night before bed. You heard Daisukes foot steps from down the hallway. "What's with the weird face?" Daisuke poked his head through the half-open door, his eyes squinting in curiously . You couldn't help but let out a small giggle as you looked up from the bathroom mirror, your cheeks covered in a bubbly white mask. "It's not weird, your weird. it's my skin care" you explained to him.

Daisuke leaned against the doorframe "Skincare? Can't say I've ever seen you do that before." Daisuke's curiosity grew. He stepped into the bathroom, he took a step closer, peering over your shoulder at the array of bottles and jars lined up on the counter. "Mind if I give it a shot?" there was a hint of interest behind his voice. You smile at him, "why of course," you said turning around and booping his nose with a drop of moisturizer. Daisuke stood there, a goofy smile plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at how utterly adorable he looked with that tiny dot of cream on his nose. “What was that for?” he exclaimed, trying to wipe it away with the back of his hand, but only smudging it further. “It’s called moisturizer, genius! It helps keep your skin hydrated,” you giggled, enjoying the moment.

"Hydrate? But I thought that was just for plants,” he said confidently, a smirk breaking out across his face. You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed cleanser, “First, we cleanse,” you said, massaging the product in with your fingers, then onto his face. Daisuke squirmed slightly, his face scrunching up in a silly expression. “This feels… weird,” he said, but you knew he was trying to hide his smile. “Just wait until we get to the mask!” you teased, rinsing the cleanser away off his face, reaching for a green clay mask and you start putting it all over his face.

He scrunched his nose and yelped "Augh! Why is it so cold!?" You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart swelling with affection for this goofy guy. "Well obviously you idiot!" After letting the mask sit for a while, you rinse it off and move on to the last step. "Okay, last step is just moisturizer, do you think you can handle that ya big baby?" You said teasing him. He rolled his eyes at you as you were about to apply the moisturizer onto his skin, he grabbed it having different plans. "let me do it this time!" But instead of putting it on his own face, he smeared it all over yours. You yelped, "Easy there, little Picasso!” you exclaimed, the warmth you saw in his eyes made you feel all giddy inside. Daisuke had always had a knack for making the simplest and even boring moments burst with joy and laughter. You whipped the moisturizer off your face, and massage some of it into his.

After, he helped you clean the bathroom up, and you both headed off to your room. "Your such a doofus ya know that?" You said with a playful smirk of your face. He smiled at you and pushed you into the bed once you got into the bedroom "yeah yeah, whatever you say" he said grinning at you. As you lay on the bed, the soft sheets cradling you, he lays down next to you, swooping you into a hug. You both giggle, and he lays a little peck on your forehead, you couldn't help but feel like you were going to explode. "I love you idiot" you say quietly into his chest as he strokes your hair before falling into a deep sleep.

"I love you too, idiot."

AAHHH THAT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!😼 sigh, I love writing silly little things like this it makes me all happy inside, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANON!!🤑🙏

[nieceeee]

Working on more fics but i wanted to try my hand at some head cannons/ drabbles and so here is this lil bit of mess that won’t get out of my head lol.

Pairing: Bestfriend!ony when you’re on your period

bestfriend!ony who calls you from the store to ask “what size coochie you wear”

“Ony what the fuck are you talking about?” You groan into the FaceTime. “Bruh why do these have sizes on them? Who has a super sized pussy?” He complains searching through the products on the shelf. “You want the one that sit in your panties or the ones you push inside of you?” Ony grabs a box and flips its over, searching for the instructions. “Tampons, Ony.” You roll your eyes.

bestfriend!ony who comes homes with loads of products because he didnt want to get yelled at for bringing the wrong thing back.

bestfriend!ony who runs you a bubble bath after tossing you a bag full of sweets to keep your attitude at bay

bestfriend!ony who knocks on the door of the bathroom to ask what food you want him to order

“Can I get XL meat lovers pizza with extra cheese and 40 wings please, half plain, half mild. Yeah, with ranch. And a Pepsi. The 2 liter.” He orders. “AND A COOKIE!” You call out from the tub. Ony laughs to himself and shakes his head. “Yeah and can you add a cookie on the side too. How much? Ok bet. For delivery.” Ony said over the phone. You slipped deeper into the tub, letting the bubbles reach your chin. You hum a small sigh of relief as the heat soothed the tightening in your abdomen.

Bestfriend!ony who rubs the knots out of your feet as you stuff your face and watch your comfort movie.

“Oh my gooood Ony that feels so good.” You whimper as he works the knot from the arch of your foot. Ony shakes his head “you so fucking dramatic.” He mumbles as he finishes up, sliding your footie over your toes and tugging it up to your ankle. He stood up to take your empty plate back into the kitchen. “Wait where are you going?” You pout slightly. “I’m coming right back prettygirl. I’m just cleaning this up.” He quickly cleaned up the mess and came back into the living room, plopping down next to you on the couch. You flipped your fuzzy blanket over on top of you and scooted into his arms, pressing close to him. Ony wrapped you in his arms, one hand moving to scratch your scalp, fingers rubbing through your curls. You hum in delight and snuggle closer. “Thank you for taking care of me Ony buns.” You say, your eyelids fluttering slightly. Ony leaned over and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Always prettygirl.”

Bestfriend!ony who strokes your head until you fall asleep and gently carries you to your bed, planting gentle kisses to your head the entire way.

[noirgl0w]

cleaning up bsf!jj after he’s all bloodied and roughed up from a fight and he’s looking at you like you hung the stars bc you’re so kind to him no one’s ever this kind to him

You were studying for your exam the following week when you heard three familiar taps on the window: JJ.

You got up quickly, so much so that your legs almost failed to get out of bed and head in the direction of the window like a zombie, he had that effect on you, he was like the Pied Piper, he just attracted you.

"You shouldn't be here." You muttered, you hadn't seen him yet and the sight left you speechless. "J?"

He shook his head, stepping into your room. "I'm fine, I'm fine, jus' need a big ass sleeping session." You had to grab his arm, nearly stumbling when he put his other foot inside your room, his muddy boots staining the pretty white floor.

"What happened?" You pouted, he looked really bad, the left side of his face was purple. "Was it your dad?"

He shook his head and you understood, less talking and more action, you guided him to the bathroom and left him sitting there on the toilet lid while you snuck to your brother's room to get clean clothes for him.

"What are you doing?" He asked when he saw you coming, whispering your name. "No, I'm not going to take a shower now, I just want to sleep."

"My roof, my rules." You murmured, kissing him on the cheek. "You're going to have to dry yourself with my towel, because I don't think I have another one here right now…"

He growled, secretly loving the way yo took care of him, you looked so scared and he wondered if you knew how pretty you looked at this moment.

JJ shook his head. "The one you use to dry yourself with, naked?"

"Sorry about that." You whispered shyly, kissing his forehead. "I'll be right outside, let me know when you're done so we can take care of those wounds, yes?" You muttered, grabbing him by the chin and looking at the bruise on his face.

When he nodded you left the room, going to the kitchen to quickly grab the cleaning products mopping the floor quickly before he was done with his shower, not wanting anything to be stained with mud.

When JJ got out he oppened the door, leaning against the door frame as he looked at you, who was sitting on the floor like a puppy waiting for its owner.

"You having fun there?" He teased, helping you get up, you cursed yourself for thinking he looked good, he was only wearing some grey sweatpants of all the clothes you had gotten for him, and damn did he look good. You shouldn't think that about your injured bestfriend, but couldn't help yourself.

You sat on the sink, and he stood there looking at you.

"It was some kook." He whispered, hissing at the feeling of the alcohol-soaked cotton against his knuckles. "He ended up worse than me, just so you know it."

It made you sigh. "I don't care about how he ended up, I care about you." This made him frown. "And you are going to be sore for at least a week."

JJ looked at you, those baby blue eyes of his fixated on the way yours were shinning with worry, he didn't understand it, as if you couldn't be worried about him. Because you were good, nice, and he was, well, he was JJ Maybank.

You put everything back in the kit, and stood up from the sink, watching him with concern. "Why did you fight with a kook, Jayj?"

"He said... well he said ugly things about the pogues... about you and Kie... and you know, I wasn't going to allow it, no, that dick face couln't get away with it alright?" He sighed. "They just... they think they have the right to treat us as if we are trash, I mean, I kind of am but... You and kie? You?" JJ shook his head. "No, I don't even know how I got so lucky that I'm here and you are taking care of me, that asshole is not going to disrespect you in my face."

He looked in awe as you blushed, hugging him so tight that he could feel your heartbeat against his.

The closest he's ever had to you.

"Lets go to sleep, alright? You look tired..." You said, as if you weren't dying to share your bed with him.

And he of course happily accepted.

[carmenberzattosgf]

Doing a self care night w carm 🥺 he gets home after the lunch shift to find you bought a bunch of face masks and scrubs for you guys. You giving him a back massage and washing his hair. Ofc you take one of those classic coupley face mask mirror selfies™️. He lets you sit in his lap and trim up his eyebrows 😭

Jesus I just want to take care of him 🧎‍♀️

-🧸

Oh God you get it. You get IT.

The amount of times I have imagined doing my hair routine on Carmy… AH

Like walk with me here. He’s over at your apartment after work and you’ve convinced him to let you do all of your self care things on him.

You tell him the first thing you’re going to do is wash his hair. He’s already getting excited because he thinks you two are about to shower together, but that’s not what you have in mind.

“Come in the kitchen and lay on the counter by the sink. Imma go get the stuff I need from the bathroom.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m washing your hair in the sink. My mom did it for me all the time. It’s a lot easier this way. I already cleaned off the counter for you.”

You return from your bathroom with an arm full of hair products. Carmy is sitting on the countertop, waiting for your next instruction. “Okay, what is all of that for?”

“It’s hair products, Carm. I’ll explain it to you as I go.” You roll up a bathroom towel you brought with you and place it at the edge of the sink. “Can you lay down now?”

Once he’s settled, you turn the faucet on, feeling the temperature of the water with your finger. You use the sink sprayer to wet his hair. You begin by shampooing his hair. “This is a clarifying shampoo. It’s going to cleanse your scalp and your roots.”

“Are you saying my hair is greasy.”

“You do work in a kitchen, you know. Also let’s not ignore the fact you use two in one shampoo and conditioner.” Carmy doesn’t bite back, knowing you’re right. He closes his eyes while your fingertips massage his scalp.

“That feels really nice, baby.”

“Perfect. That’s the goal,” you reply, smiling at him as you rinse out all the shampoo. “Now I’m going to use a deep conditioning treatment. It’ll make your hair feel soft and healthy. It needs to sit for ten minutes, so why don’t you tell me about your day?”

Time goes by quick as Carmy tells you about work. Before you know it the timer on your phone goes off, and you rinse out the conditioner. “Thats it right?” Carmy asks.

“I gotta style your curls! I’ll be quick I promise.” You start to layer on different products, trying to be speedy.

“Okay what is all of this?”

“Oh, well I just put on a leave in conditioner. It does exactly what it sounds like. Right now I’m putting in a styling cream. That’ll keep your hair from being frizzy. Finally I’ll put in a mouse, which will help hold your curls without loosing any volume.”

“I’ve never used any of this before?”

“Carm, it’s a mystery to me how your hair looks so nice. If only you knew the daily struggles of a girl doing her hair.” You put the last touches on his hair, scrunching the product through his locks. “You’re all done now. It just has to dry. Ooo! Let’s do a face mask now!”

Carmy hops off the countertop and follows you to the living room where you already have a variety of sheet masks laid on the coffee table. “So do I just pick any of these?”

“Yep! Completely your choice.” Carmy instantly goes for the panda bear sheet mask. “I had a feeling you would pick that one,” you laugh.

You spend the rest of the night with Carmy watching his favorite shows while you do all of your skincare routine on him. He doesn’t even fight you when you sit on his lap to trim up his eyebrows.

I like to giggle and think that the staff notice the next morning that Carmy’s hair looks really nice and curly AND that his eyebrows are perfectly trimmed. He folds at some point and admits that it was all you, and he played zero part in it.

[mysaintkitten]

Dolled Up | Kitten Braden x fem!reader

prompt: kitten does your makeup .. kind of (NSFW, no minors)(this was based off a suggestion that was sent to me !! i just had to hop on it i love any opportunity i get to write my horny thoughts about my wife)

WARNINGS: platonic relationship/hidden feelings, unprotected sex (p in v), overall pretty soft sex Lol, creampie

word count: 2.8k

also i just love this gif of kitten. it’s very similar to the other one i used, but she looks too cute.

“kitten, i can’t do it, i have no idea what i’m doing.” you whinged, looking at your self vehemently in kittens vanity mirror. you begin to tuck away your makeup palettes before aggressively grabbing wipe from your bag to clean off the mess you had just applied to your face. the two of you had plans to head out tonight, but judging by your now third failed attempt at doing decent makeup, you felt like maybe staying in was the better option for you.

kitten steps out from the bathroom, all dressed up. she’s dressed rather tame, she’s in high waisted emerald green pants and a black jacket, the simple pieces complimented her figure so well. her outfit wasn’t what stood out though, it was her face. her own makeup looked flawless, her having a gorgeous face underneath that makeup probably aided in it, though. you stare at her through the mirror, watching her body approach you. once behind you, she makes eye contact with you through the mirror.

“oh, angel.” she says in that sweet little voice of hers, “don’t get so defeated.” she begins to walk over to your side, kneeling down slightly so she’s at eye-level with you. “i’ll do your makeup tonight, then tomorrow i’ll teach you some things, sound good?” she adds, a small grin appearing across her lips. god. her lips. you think to yourself.

you and kitten had been friends since the end of grade school, you knew her before she was kitten. but within time, and you by her side, you watched her blossom into a beautiful woman. a woman who you’ve now found yourself deeply attracted to. it’s bittersweet, kitten is every sweet thing under the sun, all wrapped into one singular person, but you doubted kitten would ever view you in that way as well. she liked you, of course, but as a friend. you assumed she was straight, the two of you had never really spoken too much about exact labels but when kitten would tell you about her interests or sexual encounters- other women never really seem to come up.

you’re dragged out of your thoughts as you feel kitten tap your shoulder, “come, let’s do this on my bed.”

you rise to your feet and grab your makeup bag, bringing it along with you as you walk over to kittens bed. she crawls in and sits with her legs crossed, waiting patiently for you to join her. you follow her soon after, sitting parallel to her with no choice but to look directly at her face. kittens beauty made it hard for you to stare directly at her, you shifted your gaze around the room, trying to avoid her whole also trying to not come off as strange.

she laughs, “look at me, sweetheart.” your eyes drift back to her face, her eyes locking with yours. you feel a pang in your brain, your anxiety wants you to look away, but you dismiss it as best you can and maintain eye contact.

“first, we’re gonna start off with a nice base.” she says, squirting some primer into her hand. she rubs the liquid between her fingers briefly before bringing them to your face, spreading the product around evenly. her hands migrate past your face and begin to massage the excess primer into your neck, the slight pressure she was causing made your mind start to wander a bit. you’re thinking about her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, her kissing you, her touching you. no, no no. you say in your head. she’s your friend, don’t think of her like that.

“now, you don’t really need any foundation. you’ve got gorgeous skin, but a little concealer will make your under eyes pop.” she continues, rummaging through the bag, yeah yeah she was talking about your skin but the fact that she used the word gorgeous while talking about you made your heart flutter, just a little bit. once she locates the concealer, the places small dabs on your under eye and buffs it out with her middle finger. as she’s focusing, her hand has made its way to your thigh. she’s using you for stability, but all you can think about is that her hands are on you, and those dirty thoughts begin to sneak up on you again.

she applies some powder and blush and moves to the next step, “how do you want your eyes to look? simple? sexy?” she asks, scooting herself forward slightly to get a bit closer to you. “uh, hm, i think just simple for tonight.” you reply, almost tempted to go with the sexy option, just to see what that would’ve been like, but you ultimately don’t.

“simple it is, i think you’ll look better this way. your eyes are too pretty to be all covered up.” she says sweetly, her eyes scanning around your face before glancing back down to the makeup bag. you almost feel like you could drop dead, her kind words fuelling your delusions. you’re enjoying this in the moment, you know yourself too well and you know later tonight you’ll be wide awake thinking about what she said to you. reminiscing on the fact that she called you pretty.

“you think my eyes are pretty?” you mutter, almost in disbelief, “i think all of you is pretty.” she coos, “you could walk into a club and pick up any man you’d like, makeup or not.”

you chuckle, “i don’t really think i’ll be too worried about what the guys think of me.”

she furrows her brows slightly, a small smirk creeping across her lips, “not looking for love?” she questions, bringing mascara up to your lashes and swiping the wand through them gently.

as she moves to coat the other eye, you feel a bit hesitant to tell her, but you know she won’t judge, so you let it come out.

“no, i’m looking, just not .. with men .. you know ..” you nearly whisper, your voice trailing off. her expression changes, surprise, yet joy, appear on her face.

“you’re joking, dear! i can’t believe i never knew!” she giggles, placing the mascara down beside her, “you’re too pretty for men, anyway. i wonder if we’ve ever liked the same girls.” she adds before grabbing some lipstick.

wait, huh? this changes basically everything in your eyes

“you like girls?” you ask, your voice nearly cracking.

“mhm, a lot, really. much more than men. they’re sweeter, feel nicer ..” she counters, gripping your chin slightly as she glides the lipstick across your bottom lip.

feel nicer? you sense a slight heat forming between your legs, imaging kitten all hot and bothered underneath some faceless woman, her caressing kitten in all the ways she liked. all wet and needy, that’s a sight you’d do anything to see for yourself. the idea that was, moments ago, so taboo to you has now been flipped completely on it’s head.

“i guess it’s just cause i had never heard you mention it ..” you mumble, your brain turning to mush at the pandora’s box of lesbian hypotheticals that continue to spring to the surface.

“i kept those relationships close to me. i was open about my encounters with men because, really, i saw them as quick fixes. use them to get off, then move on. but with women .. i wanna hold them. and touch them. and love them .” she begins to whisper, her face inching closer to yours as she covers your top lip in lipstick.

you swallow hard, kittens face is so close to yours, you can feel her body heat radiating off of her, you can smell her perfume, it’s all too much. without second thought, you lean forward and peck kitten on the lips.

as you pull away, her eyes are wide.

oh god. you went too far. now she’s gonna ask you to leave and you guys will never speak to each other a-

your thoughts are interrupted by kittens lips returning to yours. she’s providing more than a peck this time, a full fledged kiss, her hands make their way back to your thighs. so far, not with any sexual intentions, she just wants to feel you.

she pulls away just enough to mutter, “such sweet lips .. wonder what else on you is sweet ..” before sliding her tongue into your mouth, what started as sweet pecks have progressed into messy eager kisses. your hands finding their way to kittens side, testing the waters on how far she’s willing to go. with slight nudges, you push kitten back, watching how quickly she submits. she leans back with ease, her cheeks tinted red and pupils blown out.

“i’ve liked you ..” you say, leaning on top of her and kissing her cheek, “for so long now ..” your lips creeping down to her neck, she lets out a sweet little hum

“should’ve let me know .. we could’ve explored each other so much sooner ..” she purrs, running the tips of her fingers down your back as you continue to plant kisses down her body. eventually, you’re met with her clothed chest. you wanna rip her clothes off and kiss and grip each part of her body, but you refrain, deciding that maybe some over-the-clothing touches are better suited for right now.

you place your hand on one of her tits, watching her expression and body language attentively, “is this okay?” you ask in nearly a whisper, she places your hand on top of yours and forces you to apply pressure while rolling her hips up into you gently, moaning softly.

you’re undeniably wet, and you can feel kittens arousal grinding against you.

she wraps a leg around you and begins to get handsy herself, her warm hands sliding up your torso to grip and knead at your tits, “oh kitten ..” you moan, rutting into her slightly. you kiss around her neck, stopping to lick and suck on the areas that make her breath hitch.

while keeping a gentle grip on your tit, her other hand makes it’s way between your legs, slipping into your pants and past your underwear. you groan as those delicate fingers of hers play with your folds while becoming absolutely drenched in your slick

she lets out a breathy laugh, “goodness, dear, this wet? all for me?”

you feel a bit embarrassed, “i told you i like you a lot ..” you huff, hiding your face in her neck as she continues to toy with your pussy. “poor thing.. can’t believe you get this wet all for me .. if i had known i would’ve helped you out, sweet thing.” she coos, “i’m wet myself, dear, you wanna touch?”

you nod eagerly, desperate to feel how worked up she is. with a smirk, she slides your hand into her pants. god, she’s pulsing, as your fingers sneak up to her tip, you feel her slit is slick with her arousal.

“kitten .. shit ..” you moan, your brain and body completely overwhelmed. earlier you were adamantly convinced that kitten would never feel the same way about you, now here the two of you are, flushed with your bodies pressed together and your hands down each others pants.

you’re both moaning, and whining, and basking in each others embraces. the desperation of it all almost makes it feel dirtier than full on sex.

“it would be a shame if this wet pussy wasn’t put to good use ..” kitten sighs, furrowing her brows slightly while glancing at you. she doesn’t need to be more direct than that. you remove your hands from each others pants and aid each other in stripping one another of their pants and panties, along with taking of your shirts by yourselves. as you both discard them into the floor, you peak over and notice both you and kitten had small wet spots within your panties. the sight of it makes your stomach burn.

“on your back, doll ..” she hums, directing you gently onto your back, your eyes are fixated on kitten. you look at the lipstick marks on her cheek and neck, where you had been previously kissing, you decide to add a few more. as she’s collecting herself between your legs, you lean your body forward and place some kisses on to her chest,

“oh!” she moans out of shock, you turn your head and suck gently on her nipple, feeling her body twitch slightly. when you pull your head back, you look at the cluster of lipstick stains.

“sweetheart, if you keep that up, i might finish before we’ve even started ..” she groans ardently, and you feel her tip teasing your opening, sliding your slick around with the head of her cock, “now, i just can’t wait any longer .. i gotta see what such a pretty girl like you feels like ..” she breathed, slowly slipping herself inside you. you groan at the slight stretch, kitten wasn’t huge, but a perfect size, or at least she was perfectly curated for you and your pussy.

once she bottoms out, she doesn’t start thrusting immediately, she holds you close, looking lustfully into your eyes and lips, proceeding kissing you passionately. as you kiss her back, she moves her hips out and slowly back in again. though she felt amazing inside you, you weren’t exactly in the mood for love making at the moment, you more less wanted to be fucked.

“kitten mhh!” you whine, “faster .. please ..” she chuckles, biting at your lower lip as she fucks into you harder, almost as if she read your mind and knew the exact pace you wanted to be fucked at. she moans into your mouth, one of her hands reaching down to grip your hip.

“so warm .. so snug ..” she praises, she wants to talk, she wants to tell you you’re the prettiest thing she’s ever been inside of, but your cunt has her at a loss for words. you’re in the same boat as her, so you feel no judgement.

“i feel so ..” you grunt as she hits your spot inside you, “full, god!” you moan, rubbing your clit desperately, “that’s it, touch yourself angel, such a perfect filthy girl.” she growls, beginning to fuck you harder. you feel breathless, you’ve never heard kitten speak so crudely, you wondered what else goes on in her brain while she’s getting doused in waves of pleasure.

without much thought, you blurt out “i want you to come inside me” as kitten relentlessly pounds into you, kittens shoulders drop slightly from that statement. her body going partially limp while maintaining her pace, “i’ll fill you up, sweet thing, with such a pretty pussy like this i don’t think i’ll be able to come any other way ..”

you look at her expression and cup her face with one hand, she’s so fucked out. with a hand on your hip and the other placed above your head for stability, kitten is flushed and sweaty, her own lipstick was smudged at this point and her makeup was smeared. you think about how pretty she looked when her makeup was fresh, and how you believe she looks even prettier now with it all messed up.

she gulps hard before moaning, “but if i come in you .. you gotta come on me, can you do that, pretty girl?”

you could’ve creamed on her cock from that, but you hold back, nodding feverishly, “yes yes yes!” you mumble mindlessly, your mind processing absolutely nothing else besides the sensation of kittens cock sliding in and out of you. from the foreplay to kittens skillful thrusts, you knew you were gonna come soon. and kitten was exactly the same.

“baby, shit, ‘m gonna come!” she whines, gripping your hip painfully hard, you don’t mind at all though, knowing she’s gripping you because of how good your pussy feels around her made your brain process the pain as a separate form of pleasure. mental pleasure.

“come for me, pretty, come on ..” you whimper, feeling her thrusts become weaker and irregular. as you feel her about to come inside you, you reach your peak at the same time. her thrusts mixed with your eager clit rubbing was a lethal combo, you knew you’d be coming fast and hard. you convulse and clench around her as she hits her peak, moaning loudly at the overwhelming sensation. she pumps into you lazily before pulling out, her softening cock feeling now overstimulated by your warm, tight walls. she leans back and watches your pussy. knowing she’s looking, you push a bit, and you feel the mixture of both of your orgasms spill out from inside you, she groans.

“gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.” she purrs, running her finger tips along your thighs. you both sit in silence for a few moments, collecting yourselves, regaining your composure, before she breaks it by saying,

“when can we do this again?”

—

i love writing about kitten. my wife for life 💗

[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghoaptober # 23

Prompt: Sleep

Words: 1300~

TW: Allusions to Sex (sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

I watched a few 'my nighttime skincare routine' videos for this one, but I'm no expert, so as always: take everything in with kind eyes and a grain of salt in your heart.

Enjoy!

“C’mon, Johnny,” Ghost patted at Johnny’s hip as he heaved himself up into a sitting position, “Can't sleep yet, gotta clean up.” 

“Ye ge’ up ye smeggin’ randy bastard,” Johnny slurred as he rolled onto his belly to bury his face into the pillow, his griping now muffled but understandable, “Cannae feel me fuckin’ legs. Tellin’ me tae ge’ up.” 

Ghost couldn't help giggling at his dramatics. He gave Johnny’s bare arse a playful swat and heaved himself off the bed. 

Ambling over to the bathroom he wiped himself down, then brought a warm damp flannel back to the bed and chivvied Johnny into rolling over so he could wipe him down as well. Ignoring Johnny’s whining, Ghost moved his limbs around until he was sure his boyfriend was fully clean. Eventually, Ghost abandoned the cloth to rub his bare hands soothingly over Johnny’s stomach, wandering occasionally to pet up over his ribs and down his sides. Soap staring up at him with half-lidded eyes and a besotted gaze. 

“C’mon, Johnny,” Ghost tapped at his thigh, “seriously, you need to brush your teeth at least or your mouth’s gonna taste like ass in the morning.” 

“Damn righ’ it will,” Johnny licked at his lips and bounced his eyebrows suggestively, yanking a surprised bark of laughter out of Ghost. 

“Shut the fuck up, you fucker.” He laughed, shaking his head and turning away to walk back to the bathroom. Pointedly pulling out his own toothbrush. 

Johnny heaved a great mournful sigh, then tipped himself off the bed. Coming to join Ghost in standing before the mirror and bushing away at his teeth. The mindless task had a strange warmth to it, now that Ghost was getting to share such domesticity with the man he loved. Ghost spat until the gritty feeling of the toothpaste had mostly left his mouth, then started pulling his nighttime skin products out of their drawer. Johnny rinsed his mouth and stepped back out of the way, settling in to lean against the bathroom’s doorjamb, finding contentment in watching Ghost go through his routine. 

Ghost hesitated, the thought tugging at the edges of his brain not a new one, but something he’d never had the guts to act on. Hell, it’d taken weeks of Johnny staying the night before Ghost felt comfortable not shutting himself in the bathroom to do his routine in private. Unwilling as he was to face Johnny’s judgement, not after his mind had placed his approval on such a pedestal. 

Of course, Johnny didn’t give a fuck when Ghost had finally -wordlessly- caved, the supportive little fucker that he was. 

“Did you want to…” Ghost gestured vaguely at the various bottles clustered on the edge of his sink, unsure of how to properly word his offer. 

“Nae, I can wash my face after,” Johnny’s rejection dropped Ghost’s heart down to his stomach, then his next words sent it soaring again, “Ye dun have to wait fer me, mo chridhe. Ah’m no’ in a rush.” 

“No,” Ghost hurried to correct, an absurd sense of urgency lending him courage, “Did you wanna do it with me?”

“Do what?” Johnny puzzled, darting glances between the sink and Ghost, “Your stuff?” 

Ghost nodded, keeping dimly hopeful eyes on Johnny, mumbling a quiet “Yeah" and forcing himself not to pick at his hands. 

“O’ course,” Johnny accepted, pushing off the doorjamb to come stand at the sink with Ghost again, “Bu’ ye’ll have tae show me how, I dinnae ken how to do any ae this.” 

“No,” Ghost corrected again, “I wanna do it for you.”

“Any’hing you want, mo chridhe,” Johnny agreed without hesitation, staring up at Ghost with adoration pooling in those blue eyes of his, “Whit’s first.” 

Ghost forced himself to drag his eyes away from his perfect, wonderful, handsome, supportive boyfriend and turned on the tap.

“Quick rinse,” He muttered, splashing over his face with the water, then patting his face sort of dry with a clean towel. He stepped away from the sink and gestured for Johnny to do the same, this wasn’t something Ghost could do for him, without risk of accidentally waterboarding him. 

“Cleanser,” Ghost turned off the water and popped the cap on the micellar water, tipping a generous amount onto a cotton round and dragging it gently over his face. Disposing of his then pulling out a new cotton round, he cupped Johnny’s chin in a hand, tipped his face up, and did the same for him. 

“Why’re we doin’ it twice?” Johnny questioned when Ghost pulled out a third and fourth cotton round and went over their faces again.

“First pass takes the dirt off. Second one actually cleans.” Ghost explained, snapping shut the cleanser and turning on the tap again, “Another rinse.”

Shutting off the water, Ghost grabbed his bottle of exfoliator, pulled the dropper free and squeezed four or five drops onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together then patted it over his face. “Exfoliates,” he told Johnny as he patted at his boyfriend’s face much more gently. 

Pulling forward his toner, Ghost spun the bottle for Johnny to read the label.

“Witch Hazel?” He exclaimed with a laugh, “Ye casting spells on me, mo chridhe?” 

“Love potions,” Ghost played along with a smile, he knew Johnny’d get a kick out of that.

“No need fer tha’,” Johnny purred, obligingly closing his eyes so Ghost could pat the product onto the faint dark circles that sat under them, “Ah’m already well obsessed with ye.”

Ghost pressed a quick kiss to Johnny’s lips, then pulled away. Cracking open his tub of vaseline and smearing a dollop over Johnny’s exaggerated pout, making sure to get into the corners. The edges of Johnny’s mouth were always cracking. 

“Whit’s this?” Johnny asked as Ghost droppered more liquid out from a different bottle, closing his eyes to permit its smearing across his face regardless, trusting Ghost to guide him in his ignorance. 

“Serum.”

“Oh, is tha’ all? Explains every’hing.”

“Got lots of vitamins and stuff,” Ghost elaborated at Johnny’s sarcastic besmirchment of his truncated answer.

“This is a retinal,” Ghost preempted, holding up another dropper bottle, “and this is a hydrating serum,” yet another dropper bottle. In truth, Ghost didn’t know why skincare companies thought he wanted his bathroom to look like an apothecary, there was nothing wrong with pump bottles, much less chance of cross contamination. 

“It needs tae be diluted?” Johnny guessed, watching Ghost drop some of each into his palm.

Ghost nodded, it didn’t actually need to be diluted, but Ghost found it a touch harsh on the skin without it. 

“Last thing,” Ghost promised, holding up a tube of overnight face-moisturizer. Easily passing it over when Johnny held an asking hand out.

“Ah’ve some’hing like this,” Johnny said, turning the bottle over in his hands to read the label, ignoring Ghost petting the cream over his face.

“Is it a face-moisturizer?”

“Whit?”

“What you’ve got. Is it a face-moisturizer?”

“Ah dinnae ken. It’s a moisturizer an’ Ah put it on mah face.”

“Johnny,” Ghost sighed despairingly, wiping his hands off on a towel and taking the tube back from Johnny to put back in the drawer with the rest of the products, “You shouldn’t put body or hand moisturizer on your face, it’ll give you spots.”

“Didnae know tha’,” Johnny nodded thoughtfully, no doubt thinking back on previously inexplicable bouts of acne. 

Ghost sighed again and shooed Johnny back out of the bathroom, flicking off the lights and turning to see him already flopping onto the bed. Thankfully, after having dropped the dirty topsheet into the laundry. 

“Come give us a coorie, mo chridhe,” He beckoned, lifting an arm invitingly. 

Ghost flopped onto his chest, smiling at the way Johnny dramatically let all the breath wuff out of his chest. 

Leaning up, Ghost luxuriated in exchanged loving kisses with his boyfriend, letting his movements linger and slow until he pressed a final hard kiss against Johnny’s jaw then snuggled down into his chest for the night. Turning his head to face the door and feeling Johnny press a loving kiss against the crown of his head in return.

Thank You For Reading!

The topnotes of my Ghoaptober entries are undeniably Domesticity/Slice of Life, and I'm not mad about it.

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⭑ would love to clean the living room, the scene when he chases the chicken while trying to make food imagine that but he’s running around the living room vacuuming

⭑ he would despise having to clean the bathroom it would gross him out

⭑ he would have a bad habit of trying to do everything multiple times to ensure it’s clean. After his first time vacuuming he would walk around staring intensely at the carpet to make sure he didn’t miss a single thing, and then even tho he didn’t miss anything he would still go over it again just in case

⭑ he would be a psychopath and not listen to music while he cleans, however; when he cleans with you he dosnt mind when you put on a calm playlist (he definitely loves classical music) - If you did choose to put on a playlist then after his vacuuming and and ur dusting or organizing he would take ur hand and spin you to face him. He would start to slow dance pulling you in to follow his lead

⭑ after intensely running around the living room and giving the carpet a good stare down, he would make sure ur done as well and help if needed - then you both shower or bathe whichever you prefer - finally you both can relax in bed and watch a movie or simple hold each other as you both drift to sleep

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𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑰 🪆 :

⭑ he wouldn’t particularly like cleaning but he would enjoy organizing (his tools and such) when he does get into the productive cleaning mood he would need a body double. He would appreciate you helping him clean but he wouldn’t want you moving his stuff around so most likely he’d ask you to sweep or dust

⭑ as I said he wouldn’t really like cleaning so it’s not what he doesn’t like to clean it’s what he does and what he will actually be willing to do

⭑ he would have a bad habit of getting easily distracted, not in the worst way but when he cleans and organize his tools he would think of new ideas for his puppets and start working on that instead (thus why he needs you to be there as his body double)

⭑ he would enjoy having music on but it would need to be low so he dosnt get distracted by it, when cleaning with you he would let you put on whatever playlist you want as long as it’s not on full volume

⭑ after organizing he would ask if your done, if you say yes he would go right back to cleaning signaling for you to sit on his lap to keep him company as he enjoyed it while cleaning more than he thought he would. If you say no he would let out a sigh and ask if you need help and what he can do to make help you get it done

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𝒀𝑨𝑯𝑰𝑲𝑶 (𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵) 🪦 :

⭑ if he’s in the mood for it he would go ham when cleaning, he would love to clean the kitchen as he finds doing the dishes and moping calming, but only when he’s in the mood for it

⭑ there’s nothing in particular he would complain about when it comes to what he would clean but if he doesn’t want to he won’t. He is pain, after all. No one can really tell him what to do

⭑ his bad habit would be spacing out just randomly as he’s mopping he would just stare at the floor

⭑ he wouldn’t really like music in the background, he would let you put your music on tho. However, he would prefer listening to you yap about whatever came to mind, he would find ur voice easy to get lost in

⭑ after cleaning he would lean against the wall and wait for you to finish, then as your done we would take you by the arm and bring you to the bathroom so you both could shower. And finally he would go back to work allowing you to stay with him only if you’re quiet. If you asked, after showering he would agree to a small nap or one movie before returning to work

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𝑫𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑨 👅 :

⭑ he would hate cleaning, no such thing as a cleaning mood for him. You would have to do a lot of convincing and nagging for him to help you

⭑ his least favorite thing would be the bathroom, which is why it would be the room you force him to do first

⭑ “eww EWW! I can’t do it! It’s too gross” his bad habit would be complaining about everything because he knows if he does it enough you’ll let him go do something else as long as it’s cleaning related

⭑ he needs music if he’s going to be cleaning he would love listening to your playlists and hearing new artists

⭑ immediately after cleaning he would drag you into the freshly cleaned shower. Then you both would cuddle in bed and watch whatever he wants “you made me clean now you have to watch what I want, it’s only fair”

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[poetryandfluffycats]

His Girl~

A/N: part of my Nikolai stalker au! might be the last one for awhile since for may ill be on the grind for enstars NSFW month🤍

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Content: Bathing with kidnapper Nikolai...

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive(?)

Words: 887

Oneshot under cut!

"Dove, how would you like a bath?"

Nikolai leaned over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezing my belly fat. "Hm, and maybe some new clothes? You must be getting sick of this old number! Aha!"

A bath? I would've loved a bath. It'd been so long since the last time I'd properly bathed, my only way of cleaning myself whilst down here being a dirty rag and a bucket. Even though there was a bathtub in the bathroom of the basement, Nikolai had never let me use it for whatever reason.

The thought of clean water, soap, shampoo, maybe even bubbles? It had me tingling. New clothes too? Clearly something had put Nikolai in a good mood today, which I wasn't going to complain about.

Something about the offer, however, made me shiver. Something about the way he held me, about the way he squeezed me just a bit too tight, told me that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his own heart.

"That sounds nice..." I mumbled, turning my head around to face him. There it was, that stare again. Pupils blown out beyond humanness, jagged teeth showing in his wide grin.

Anyone would've called me crazy if I told them, but that was his happy face.

"Wonderful! Yes, let's get you all nice and squeaky clean, hm?"

He intertwined his fingers with mine, a bounce in his step as he dragged me towards the bathroom, which was located in the far corner of the basement. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind us, patting the counter top and gesturing for me to sit down. I did as he wanted, hopping up onto the counter and swinging my legs back and forth.

The action reminded me of when I was a child, watching my mother do her makeup at the vanity while I begged her to put some on me too. I wondered if she missed me, if anyone did.

"Now, I wasn't sure what type of scent you liked, so I got a whole bunch! I think the lady at the store thought I was crazy, aha!" Nikolai giggled, opening the cabinet beneath me and pulling out bottle after bottle of shower products. "Strawberry, peach, vanilla, cherry, this ones called 'A thousand wishes' how odd...! Oh, bath salts, you need bath salts! Here, I got a few options for those as well"

"Vanilla sounds nice" I smiled softly, pointing at the bottle in question. Nikolai grabbed it and popped open the lid, holding it out for me to smell. "Smells nice too"

"Vanila it is then! I'll fill the tub, and you strip for me, mkay? Don't be embarrassed, I'll behave myself! Scouts honour"

Scouts honour? I couldn't imagine Nikolai as a boyscout, actually, I couldn't imagine the manic as a child at all. I preferred to think of him as some sort of demon that just spawned one day as what he is now. What would a younger Nikolai be like? Probably the kind who went around setting bee hives on fire and stealing from the collection box at church.

"Strip, strip, strip! Don't keep me waiting, dove" Nikolai sang, tilting his head to the side, keeping an eye on me as he fiddled with the faucets of the bath.

"Kolya...?" I hesitated in pulling my nightgown off, the fabric bunching up in my grip.

"Hm?"

"Don't stare, okay?"

"You can count on me, love! But, you can't blame me if I do sneak a few peeks, alright? How am I supposed to bathe my girl without looking at her? Hm?"

My girl.

What an idiot. I wasn't his property, you couldn't own a person, didn't matter how long you kept them trapped in your basement.

Without any further trouble, I untied the bow holding my gown together, letting it slip down my frame and pool at my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable at Nikolais mercy. I was quick to cover my chest as I hopped off the counter top, trying to keep just an ounce of my modestly intact.

"What a beautiful body-eck! Stupid Nikolai, stupid! She doesn't want you staring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The jester hit himself in the head a few times, muttering a string of different curse words with each smack.

"Ah, ignore me, dove. Go on! Baths nice and warm for you!"

I didn't need to be told twice, mumbling a quick thanks as I slid down into the tub. It felt like bliss, the bubbles popping under my weight and creating a tickling sensation on my skin. The water was hot, but not so hot you felt like you might boil to death. Just right.

I reached for the vanilla scented body scrub that Nikolai had layed out for me, only to have him grab my wrist before I could get a hold of it. "Ah-ah-Ah, allow me" He wagged his finger back and forth, grabbing the scrub himself and scooping a generous amount into his palm.

It felt wrong, his grubby hands on my bare skin. This should have been a luxury for me, something to enjoy, but I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat on display. Mere prey, a toy to dress up.

And in a way I was.

[daenysx]

imagine giving james a skincare sesh where reader is seated comfortably (on his lap ehm) and he lets her put all sorts of moisturizers, face masks and even lip balm on him and he secretly LOVES it and after they eat homemade cookies and watch their comfort show

thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun writing this, it's my skincare routine applied to james. i guess that means he's literally my boyfriend now (support my delusions please <3333) you can send me requests for james!

james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"are you ready?" you say, grinning. you carried most of your skincare essentials to living room, ready to give your tired boyfriend a nice spa day.

"yes." james walks out of the bathroom. "i washed my face."

"with the cleansing jel?"

"yes, baby." he sits on the couch next to you. you place yourself on his lap expertly, his face looks dry and clean. you lean to give him a kiss on his cheek, james settles down on couch with his back to pillows.

"okay." you say, clapping your hands. you're excited to give him a nice treating, he deserves all the best. you've never understood how boys have clear and smooth skin naturally, james certainly doesn't use as many products as you do, but he lets you do anything you want to him. skincare is like a therapy for you, quality minutes you spend on yourself. it's relaxing, taking care of your body without a single thought in your mind, you want james to experience it, too.

"let me just pull your hair back first." you say quietly, using tiny hairclips to secure his curls.

"why are you whispering?" he asks, whispering.

"i wanna create a relaxing ambience for you." you answer. "whispering is a part of it."

"oh." he teases. "okay."

you take your face toner in your hand, pouring some of it on a cotton pad. "close your eyes, jamie." you say, start applying it on his skin.

james relaxes into the pillow, his hands keep you balanced on his thighs. he likes how excited you get to take care of him, he likes being spoiled by you. your fingers are gentle on his face, almost invisible.

"now i'm gonna put on a face mask, handsome." you say, tearing the package of the mask. "it can feel a bit cold."

"that's okay." he mumbles. you place the mask on his skin carefully, adjusting the sides to cover his entire face. "what does this do?"

"um," you read the package. "it's for hydration mostly, and it has vitamin c in it."

"cool." he has no idea what vitamin c does for skin.

"we're gonna wait for 15 minutes." you say. "can i massage your hands while we wait?"

this must be some kind of special heaven for james. he gives you his hands blindly, you put on hand cream on the back of his hands and start rubbing it nicely on his skin.

james sometimes complains about how rough his hands feel, he washes them a lot and always neglects applying moisturizer. the cream feels good, like he has the skin of a baby now. you're being really sweet on him, he likes the way his muscles loosen up under your fingers.

"you're an angel." he says, a deep sound coming from his throat when you press a tight spot between his thumb and forefinger. "my fucking angel."

you smile, giving the same care to his other hand. james feels his hands go numb when you're finished. you clean the remnants of the cream on your hands before taking the mask off his face. "there you go." you put the used mask aside. "feels good?"

"i feel like a baby."

you laugh. "you're gonna be like a baby when i'm done."

it's a nice promise, james likes it very much. "i'm gonna apply some under eye cream now." you whisper. "you have no dark circles, i'm so jealous."

"it's because i actually have a sleeping schedule, lovely girl." he smiles. "something you lack, you know."

"hmm."

you massage his face a little bit before applying some moisturizer. you don't think any more products are needed for james, his skin is already perfect and the mask takes care of a lot of things. you want his face to be relaxed, so you keep your fingers on his cheeks. he smiles a lot, there are little lines on the corners of his lips and eyes that start forming. you can't help yourself, you kiss his lips softly. he immediately reacts but you pull yourself back, focusing on your work.

"what's the point of relaxing if i'm not gonna get a kiss?" james frowns.

"you'll get your kisses." you promise. "when i'm done."

applying moisturizer is so easy, his skin is glowing now. you make sure you cover every little spot on his face. "it smells good." he says. you nod even though his eyes are closed. "it really does." you say.

"and now," you put the cream away. "lip mask."

"lip mask?" james opens his eyes. "how will i kiss you if i have something on my lips?"

you laugh at his dramatics. "it never stopped you before. you always ruin my lipstick, remember?"

"not the same thing."

"come on, be a good boy for once." you tease. james parts his lips in shock. "once? this is a vile accusation."

you stop him, putting on a tiny bit of lip mask on his lips. he presses his lips together clumsily. "it tastes nice. is that strawberry?"

"you're not supposed to eat it!" you laugh. "leave some of it at least."

"mm, okay." he says. you fix his hair, and put a kiss on his cheek. you hand him the remote before leaving his lap. "i'm gonna bring you some cookies, can you pick a show?"

james nods, watches you clean up the mess through sleepy eyes. his skin has never felt this soft, he wants to pinch his own cheeks. he opens up the show you both like as he waits for you.

you come back with a plate full of cookies. james pulls you into his lap again. "i'm gonna eat just one." he says smugly. "i can't ruin my lip mask and i don't want crumbs on my face."

you laugh. "you're getting really good at this skincare thing."

"thanks to my angel." he says, he kisses your cheek three times. "i love you so much."

"i love you, too, baby." you say, your hand in his curls. "i can do it anytime you want."

"good, because i don't think i can go on without this anymore." he says like it's so obvious. "now, i remember i was promised kisses."

you settle down on his lap. "i don't wanna ruin your lip mask."

"it's not ruining, babe." he disagrees. "i'm willingly sharing my lip mask with you."

you laugh until your chest hurts.

[hidden-poet]

S. lands on top: chapter 2

summary: Coriolanus returns home to the Capital with two women from district 12 plaguing his mind. One a (presumed) dead mystery but another well within his reach.

warnings: unco, dark!Coriolanus, possessive!Corirlanus, Dark themes, mentions of death, she/her pronouns, kidnapping, violence, somnophilia.

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Mabel continues her banging while Tigress sits outside the door. Her small hand pressed against her painted lips.

"Let me out!" Mabel screams, "Please let me out. I haven't done anything".

Tigress presses her hand against the door in sympathy,

"He'll be back soon to let you out" Tigress consoles.

Mabel stops her banging.

"Who' are you?" Mabel asks.

'I am Tigress, Coriolanus' cousin" .

"i am Mabel. Coriolanus' hostage".

Tigress perks up at the opportunity to explain.

"no. No. It's not like that at all. Coyro said he saved you. That people were planning to kill you".

"Who was trying to kill me?''

'He didn't say. But Coriolanus is a good man. He wouldn't do this with a reason"

There is a silence as Mabel considers the situation. Tigress is undoubtably loyal to her cousin. Would she hear reason, Mabel wondered or would all efforts result in loss of her only ally.

"I have a family, Tigress. I have to get back to them"

'You will. I promise". She had no right to be promising such a thing but it gave Mabel a small comfort.

"Is there anything I can do?". Tigress so desperately wanted to help.

"Do you know if he keeps any food in here?.

The room was large. It wouldn't surprise Mabel if he had a whole pantry in here.

"Food? You're hungry. Wait right there".

Mabel threw her hands up, as if she had any other choice.

She heard feet returning and pressed her ear against the door.

"Look below" the soft voice spoke.

Mabel did to see a small white cracker by her feet. It was all that was going to fit so she said her thank you's and made idle chat with Tigress behind the door.

They tried to keep the conversation away from dark themes. Mabel told her about her family. Her father worked the mines. Her and her mother washed clothes. Her sister was at school, and smart as whip.

They talked for a while as Tigress pushes the crackers under the door.

"Do you want anymore biscuits?". She had stopped enthralled in conversation.

"No. Thank you". The taste of dust lingered on her tongue, "Do you think it would be alright though if i took a shower?".

"of course. If you need me just bang on the door three times. I'll hear it"

"Thank you, Tigress. Don't let him in until i bang three times".

Tigress affirms she wouldn't and Mabel retracted from the door.

She felt dirty and gross. Wanting nothing more then to unstick her hair.

The bathroom was nicer then any house she had ever seen. Beautiful green titles surrounded the wall. White marble was carved for the sink. Big round mirrors hung above it. The space was unnecessarily large. having both a bath and a shower in different corners.

Turning on the water, she jumped back feeling the hot water. Back home hot water was only used for cleaning, and cooking.

It took her a while to figure out the dials before finding an acceptable temperature.

She scrubs herself clean with his products. They were all in expensive bottles, and she applied them with a heavy hand.

When she finished she was thirsty and pruney form the hot water. She wraps herself in a plush towel and rinses her underpants, dress and shoes. Her shoes came up with a rag but without a wash board and soap she would not get the stain out. Ugly brown marks stain her grey dress in dark plops and thin lines from the branches.

It was the best she could do in the time she was willing to spare. HE could come back any second, and he didn't seem the type to be delayed long.

She rolled the dressed and pants in the towel pressing the water out. When she put it back on it was still wet, but she felt better for being clean.

She bangs three times on the door to let Tigress know she was done.

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Coriolanus holds a handkerchief to his sore shoulder as he enters his building.

A few notice but most of high society are too self-involved to even see the red on his shirt.

He walks up to the servant in the foyer who greets people as they arrive.

She looks shocked to see his state.

He spoke before she could.

"i need new bedsheets for the Snow penthouse"

"Master Snow, your shoulder! do you need medical attention sir?"

"i need new bed sheets" he pushes.

The young girl nods, knowing her place.

"I'll bring them up right away, Sir"

"I need them now".

She bows before she turns her back to him in order to fulfil his request. She disappears into the servant quarters, but comes rushing back with the fresh sheets.

She bows again as she hold them out to her and he swaps the sheets in her hand for a few coins.

He wouldn't say thank you to a lower member of society. But she wasn't a Avox like the majority of her co-workers so she could have his pocket change.

He was grateful to get a empty elevator. He rests against the back and sighs deeply. He was so tired, he could have gone to sleep right there.

Hearing the elevator ding at the top, Coriolanus put his game face back on.

He digs into his pocket for his keys but Tigress hears him approaching and yanks the door open before he finds them.

"Coriolanus", she breathes, "She's settled now. Will you let her out?".

She backs away from the door to let him enter, closing the door as he crosses the living room.

'We'll see, Tigress". letting her out was the last thing he wanted to do. He had only just got her and like a child with a new toy he wanted her all to himself.

Tigress follows him to his room and he spins around to stop her.

"I'll bring her out when she is ready" when he was ready, "We don't want to overwhelm her on her first day".

"Maybe I should go in" Tigress persisted.

Coriolanus shoves his shoulder forward as a reminder of this mornings events. Tigress eyes it with sympathy but she remained determined.

"We've seen how violent she can get when she feels threatened. She's district, Tigress. She's dangerous."

Tigress goes to make her argument but decision had already been made and Coriolanus unlocks the door before she could make much of a sound.

He was glad to see Mabel had taken a shower. She stood by the window, looking out, with clean skin and better smelling radiance. Her dress was still stained with mud, and damp from the shower but her boots were clean upon her feet again.

Having no hair tie her braid was loose and slowly coming apart. She looked liked the district girl he longed to see in his peacekeeper days.

But his aching shoulder overbore his weakened knees.

He throws the bed sheets on the end of the bed, taking the liberty to take his coat off as well. Giving no attention to Mabel, he walks into the bathroom to care for his injured shoulder.

Running hot water he take a wash cloth and daps away the blood. His shirt was ruined. There would be no way even the best dry cleaners would be able to lift the dried blood that ran from the shoulder to the arm of the shirt.

He had wanted to keep the shirt as a momentum. The day he got his girl and turned his back on district 12 forever. But now it was best to throw it away. It was better not to relight the anger he felt.

Mabel hung by the open door to see what he was doing. She looked proud of her work.

"How's your shoulder?" she bites.

"How's your cheek?" he snaps back.

He shuts off the water, reaching into the cupboard he pulls out adhesive bandage.

"You asked me before what you were here for. Well you're here for me", He throws the bandage package down and turn to face her, "You're here to please me".

A step forward had her leaning back into the bathroom door.

"And so far I am not pleased".

"Then take me back home".

Coriolanus shoves past her to the bedroom.

"You think there's home after this?".

He rumbles through his draws until he finds his favorite nightwear, in the mean time pulling out a pair of his white draws and a silk long sleeve pj shirt. It belonged to the first pair of quality nightwear he brought with the new money.

He used to sleep only in his draws, and he always felt as if it was a reminder that he went asleep poor. Now he had draws full of expensive nightwear. Slippers and robes to match.

He throws the old nightwear on the top of his dresser, finding his favorite pajama set for himself.

"There's no home after this". He yanks his dress shirt off, his shoulder throbbing from the movement, ''When you left district 12, you left it for good. So you need to reconsider your current behavior".

He throws his old pajama shirt and underpants at her. She catches them on reflex and holds them to her chest like a teddy bear.

"Put that on".

He cock twitched at the mere thought of her in his clothes.

"You can't do this. This isn't right". She fought him, he knew she would.

"we're in the Capital now. And if you don't want to end up in the Capital jail. I suggest you don't concern yourself with what's right and only with what you've been told. Put the clothes on".

"No, Thank you". She drops the clothes to the floor.

He felt his temper flare up. He was tired and sore. If a district girl thought she was going to disobey him, she had another thing coming.

"Let's make something very clear. Every second from here on out, your life is in danger. You're families lives are in danger"

He slams his draws shut agressivley and pins Mabel under his stare,

"You're lucky I didn't string that sister of yours up today. If you want to gamble with their lives to see how far you can push me fine. But my patience is shorter then a the efforts of phone call and a length of a rope".

He eyes the clothes on the floor and Mabel follows before they catch each others eyes once more.

"Take a roll"

Mabel does not. Instantly picking up the clothes and bundling them in her hands.

"Get dressed and change the bed sheets. You got them all dirty".

He dresses in the shared space, flinging his soft shirt on body and unbelting his pants.

Mabel scurries to the bathroom and dresses behind the closed door.

he had done by the time she reenters the room.

His breath gets caught in his throat. The shirt was two sizes too big for her, buttoned all the way to the top and stopping just below her hips. His pants hung lopsided. Buttoned on him, they fit snugly to his waist but the fabric bunched and folded at her hips. They were longer on her too, hitting her mid thigh.

At night in his bunk he used to take his pillow from under his head and press it to his side. It wasn't Lucy-grey he was imagining but Mabel dressed in nothing but his peacekeepers uniform shirt and her panties.

He paused to wonder if he still had his old uniform or if he could get his hands on one of the shirts without raising too many eyebrows.

She still held her old clothes and boots in her hands and he crossed over to her to take them.

He hold out his hands unable to form the words in his mouth. She understands what he wants and passes the clothes to him.

He bends down to pick up his own clothes and takes them to the bathroom where he send them flying down the laundry shoot. He would have to let the Avoxes know not to bother cleaning the dress or the shoes, to just chuck them away.

But he was too tired to send a memo down now. He didn't sleep at all on the train. He wondered if Mabel would sleep now after the news of her predicament.

Should he give her something quiet to do. She had only woke up a few hours ago.

He was too tired to even worry about that. She could sleep or she could lie awake.

He comes back out to see her changing the best sheets. He kicks the old sheets to the side, unable to go back to the laundry shoot as fresh sheets invited him in.

She was shaking the pillow hard to get it into its case. Slamming it down on the bed once its in. She were mad about something, he couldn't image what.

He takes the fresh pillow and falls into bed. Laying on his stomach, he shoves the pillow under his arms and rests his head.

"Lie down" he demands.

"I am not tired". She looked awkward in the far corner.

"I didn't ask if you were tired. I said lie down".

She makes her way over to the side of the bed, laying down on the edge.

He could have made a fuss about her distance but after nearly a year of pining she was as close as she's ever been.

"If I wake and find you've moved-"

Unexpectedly she cuts him off,

"I get it. Do what you want or my family hangs. I've lied down".

Coriolanus shuts his eyes and falls asleep almost immediately.

He feels like he had only shut his eyes for twenty minutes before banging on the door woke him. It was Tigress announcing dinner.

The twenty minutes must have been a few hours.

Still he could feel the weight of her on the bed next to him. When he flexed his hand he could feel the soft material of her shirt. He must have reached out to her in his sleep and she kept it there.

He keeps his eyes shut ignoring the sound but bunching up her shirt in his fist.

Now knowing that he was awake, she shook his sore shoulder and his eyes shot open in pain.

"sorry" He could tell she wasn't, "Did you hear about the food?."

She look hopeful at him. Apart from the crackers she had nothing to eat for the past 24 hours.

He sighed and rose reluctantly from the bed. It was time to swap needs. He had no sleep on the train, she had no food.

He couldn't let Tigress and Grandam'am see her in his clothes like this. Not yet at least, and at the very most not at the dinner table. maybe as she went from his bedroom to the kitchen for water one time. But dinner was a formal affair. It had been that way even when they were poor.

He goes to his closet and takes out a dressing gown. Black with elaborate detailing and tells her to wrap it around herself.

He undresses in front of her casually. Trying to get her used to the sight. After all this time, he wasn't waiting.

He pulls on simple black pants and a white shirt. It would do for dinner. Going then to his shoe closet, he pulls out the first black pair he sees and a pair of brown socks.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he struggles to put them on with one hand. His shoulder pounded and he felt it was too stiff to move that far.

He kicks his feet in frustration.

"Help me" he commanded.

Mabel goes to the floor in front of him with a smug look. Pulling his socks on his feet.

He takes the time to lecture her.

"You embarrassed me this morning. You're not to do it again".

She starts with the shoes, yanking them on and tying them up.

"When we go out there you are to behave if you are to be fed."

She rises as he does. His hands go out to her robes ties and he pulls it tighter in case it shows what's underneath.

''Keep what we discussed between us. No one but me and you need to know why you're here".

"Tigress tells me that you said you saved me. Is every one here that stupid or do we need to think of a better lie?".

He smacks her on the same cheek as the captain did.

"i wouldn't be insulting anyone else's intelligence if you thought I was going to let that pass".

He takes her shoulders into his arms and presses her against him. His sore shoulder shook slightly in pain from the effort.

"What was it that you said? You get it. Do as I say or your family hangs?".

Mabel nods her head, "You saved me from district 12".

He knew his girl was smart.

He lets go of her and she follows him to the door.

Coriolanus hadn't realized he was in fact hungry. But as he smelt what the chef was cooking in his kitchen, he felt his stomach twist in hunger.

He enters the dinning room with Mable following to see Tigress and Grandam'am there already.

"Mabel!" Tigress greets, her hands finding their way to Mabel's face.

Coriolanus looks between the two, standing close.

"Tigress" she returns with affection.

Tigress eyes the robe but doesn't make a comment instead they land back to the reddened cheek.

"Oh dear. Your cheek looks sore. I Have some cream that will help".

Coriolanus felt himself getting irritated at Tigress. He wanted to be the one she greeted affectionally. He wanted to be the one to place the cream upon her face. Tigress was only suppose to care for her when Coriolanus wasn't around.

"After dinner, Tigress". He removes her hands from Mabel's face.

They all agree and Mabel follows Tigress to the dinner table. Where a four delicious bowl of soup sat around a steaming loaf of bread. A knife for carving sat along side of the board and Mabel imaged grabbing it. But to what effort she thought. He had already taken a knife from her once before.

She choose the seat next to Tigress, leaving Coriolanus to sit across from her and next to Grandma'am.

'She's not eating here" Grandma'am was already at the dinner table, waiting.

Mabel shoots up from her seat unsure of what was expected of her. Tigress scolds her Grandma'ams name.

"maids eat in the kitchen". Grandma'am finishes, looking around the room as if she was the only sane one.

"She's not a maid, Grandma'am. She's a guest" Coriolanus places a hand on his grandmothers arm in comfort.

"I'll eat in the kitchen" Mabel offers. It would be more comfortable for her anyway.

Coriolanus, tired, hungry and sore slammed his hand down upon the table. He was head of the Snow house. He decided where people ate, what they ate and even if they could eat it.

It wasn't lost on Grandma'am who quieted imminently. She remembered the wrath of his fathers temper. The apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"Sit" he seethed, and Mabel retook her seat.

He got up and started to cut the bread in a silent room. He dishes first to Grandam'am, then to tigress and then finally to Mabel and himself.

Retaking his seat, he begins to eat and Mabel takes it as a sign that she could too. She dishes it into her mouth in big bites. She had never had anything so grand. Most of the soups back home were mostly water.

She sees butter on the table and spreads it thickly on her bread. At this point she notices the stares of her dinner partners.

"Sorry" she felt oddly embarrassed, "there's not a lot of food in the districts".

"Well there is plenty here. Slow down" Coriolanus insisted.

Grandma'am scoffs but the dinner resumes after that.

Mabel finishes before the rest but Coriolanus wasn't far behind. She takes another piece of bread while waiting for the others and hides it in a napkin and sticks it in her robe pocket.

Once they were done, Coriolanus rang a bell and two maids and a chef with a tray come out. They take the empty plates while the Chef dishes out new ones. This course had meat and potato's. Mabel couldn't believe while people back home had to ration scraps, people here had a warm up meal.

One of the maids reaches to take the bread and Mabel launch's her hands on top of it.

"It's ok". Mabel could feel Tigress hand on her back.

"Leave it" Coriolanus demanded and the maid did. Mabel was pretty sure he was talking to her.

He eyes her from across the table, silently telling her to behave.

"thank you" Mabel looks up to the chef putting the food in front of her but he says nothing in return. But his jaw twitches as he looks for his tongue.

They leave as quickly as they come and the family digs into the second course. Mabel makes effort to take smaller bites but the meat melts in her mouth.

"So Tigress" Coriolanus tries to ease the atmosphere, "I spoke to the constructor, he said he could have the fitting done by Tuesday and the painting done by Friday. You could move in after that".

"Friday!" Tigress spat her potato out, "I haven't even got half the designs done".

Coriolanus shrugs his shoulders.

"You could always outsource".

Tigress frows her eyebrows at him, "my shop will have my designs" she brings her hands to her face, "Friday", she smiles, "i can have it done by Friday".

"You make clothes?" Mabel asks biting into her potato. It makes Coriolanus wince.

Tigress nods her head enthusiastically. "I've wanted my own shop before i could even remember. Coriolanus brought me one for my birthday".

Coriolanus straightens his back. It was one of his proudest achievements.

"i could sew for you" Mabel offered. Coriolanus made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Perhaps if she made friends with Tigress, she could use her to escape back home.

"You can? do you make your own things back home?" Tigress asks.

Mabel shakes her head no.

"i sew peacekeepers uniforms. I could help hem and stich at least. You can show me what you want done otherwise. I am a fast learner".

Coriolanus agreed she was a fast learner. She settled nicely into her new life here.

Mabel pauses as she brings another forkful to her mouth.

"You were a peacekeeper" her fork dropped to the plate, 'back in 12. I remember seeing you with Lucy-grey the night of Mayfair's murder".

So she did see him. he wasn't a ghost to her. Still he wondered if it was better if he had been.

He gets up from his chair, moving over to pour himself a drink from the liquor tray.

She shoots Tigress a worried look.

"i wasn't accusing anything, I was just saying" She told Tigress.

'No. You would have to be insane to accuse me of anything" Coriolanus spat.

"she wasn't" Tigress came to Mabel's defense, "yes. He was a peacekeeper in 12 for a short period of time. That must be were he heard you were in danger".

Mabel bites her lips to stop the words from tumbling out.

Coriolanus could see her fight to keep the secret they shared in. He dashes back to the table and rings the bell again.

The maids come in and Coriolanus reaches for Mabel in her chair, pulling her up.

"We won't bother with desert or tea. We've both had a long journey from district 12 and should rest".

Mabel takes the bread off the table, and Coriolanus snatches it back.

''leave it" he barked. Its thrown on the table and the maid takes it.

'Oh and why not. She's made herself quite at home in your dressing gown. Eating our food off our dinner table". grandma'am was more livid then he had ever seen her, yet he still ignored her, dragging Mabel back to the safety of a locked door.

She tears herself from him, sitting back on the bed. He wanted to join her. Still tired.

But he had class tomorrow which means he had homework for that class tonight. Much like the Academy he was top of his class. He wasn't going to let that change for a few more hours of sleep.

"Can you read?" he asks her going to his study desk.

"a little".

"What's a little?" he reaches for a book in the draw.

"Signs and things. Mine and my families names."

He closes the draw without the book. It would be too advanced for her. Instead he tears off a piece of paper and grab a pen before walking over to her.

"Can you spell Coriolanus?".

She shuffles over as he sits on the bed next to her.

'Co-r-i-o-l-an-us" He demonstrates the letters to her. Prior to handing her the pen and paper. His neat cursive hand writing splayed across the top.

'Do that". He instructs, going back over to his desk to complete his homework.

She uses the bed side table as she traces over his name. Feeling confident she could do it, she then practices on her own.

CO she looks back to what's next, RIL.

Her hand writing was scribble compared to his. She looked over to him hunched over a book writing. It came naturally to him. He had filled out two whole pages before she had gotten half way through her first.

CORIOAANUS

COIRO

CORIOLANUS.

He slumps back into his chair just as she had gotten it right without looking. He tidies his desk, placing his homework in his satchel so he wouldn't forget it.

The book thumps closed, and he walks back over to Mabel. He grabs the paper overlooking her work.

"Co-r-i-o-lanus" he repeats, "well done".

He gives the paper back to her.

"Let's get ready for bed".

He unbuttons his shirt as he walks back to where his pajamas were left. He undresses in front of her once more, finding taking off his shoes easier then putting them on.

Back in his Pajamas he turns to see her looking at the wall, still in her dressing gown.

'Come on" he calls and leads the way to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth. Spitting in the sink he can see her behind him in the mirror, watching him.

He reapplies the toothpaste to his brush and offers it to Mabel. Who refuses to take it.

If his shoulder hadn't been sore he would have forced the brush into her mouth, but she was sure to break free from his injured hold.

he pushes the brush again. His eyebrows raised in expectation.

She does take it this time, looking at it hesitantly before plopping it in her mouth. It seemed intimate to be sharing your captives toothbrush.

She brushes quickly and places the toothbrush back to were she saw him get it from. He reaches back into the cabinet he pulls out a small white bottle. She flinches as he applies the ointment to her cheek. He does it quickly and places the bottle back to the cupboard.

With a hold on her shoulders, he pushes her back out into the bedroom directing her to the foot of the bed.

He takes off the dressing gown from around her and puts it on himself, feeling the weight in his pocket. He puts his hand in, pulling out the bread wrapped in napkin.

He sighs but supposed he would have done the same if he wasn't sure of the circumstances.

"Get into bed" he tells her.

With the wrapped napkin, he goes back outside. he felt giddy to be feeling her warmth around him. She would warm his shirts for him before work now, warm his bed at night and his lap on occasion.

It was late and the house was quiet.

He walks into the clean kitchen and puts the kettle on, throwing out the scrap of bread. There was a time were the thought would have repulsed him. But now as he throws out bread, he reaches for Tea.

Bending down he take out a small container of pill from the bottom cabinet. From his peacekeeping days. They used to give them to the soldiers to help them sleep in a storage room filled with a hundred other men.

Coriolanus still took them when he couldn't get his mind to stop. He knew they worked well.

He uses the back of a spoon and crushes the pill into dust. The kettle whistles at him, and he takes it off the heat, pouring it over the tea leaves.

He scoops the dust into a fine white tea cup and dissolves it with the hot tea. He pour another cup for himself. She would never drink it if she didn't see him drinking it to.

"Coriolanus is that you?" He hears Tigress call out and he shoves the pills back into the bottom draw.

'What is it Tigress?". She appears in the door way behind him.

"what are you doing?" She asks. She was dressed in her mothers old dressing gown. She wore it for comfort.

"making tea".

She nods, "i've made up the spare room for Mabel. She must be tired. I've also put some clothes in there for her."

"Mabel won't be sleeping in the spare room. We can share my room. She's too dangerous to be left alone".

The cousins share a tense silence.

"Coriolanus, do you plan to harm that girl?". Her words were slow, unsure of herself as she accused him.

"No more then I plan to harm you or Grandma'am".

Play your role, stay under his protection.

"This isn't you, Coryo". She places a hand on his arm but it gave him no comfort.

It was more him then he ever felt.

"Tigress, your shop opens in a week. Focus on that and leave my business to me".

"Not if you're going to hurt that poor girl". Her hand is retracted from him. He had moments were he was no longer her Coryo but a enemy she didn't know.

"Do you like your life here Tigress? no longer battling for food, no longer working under someone else, struggling to pay rent. I gave you that. I told you, I am not going to hurt her. But you won't tell me what I am to do with her, If you can't accept that perhaps you and Grandam'am are better of elsewhere".

He takes the teas and returns back to his bedroom, leaving Tigress reeling in the bedroom. She had not gotten into bed as directed but taken a pillow and throw off his bed and settled on the floor.

It didn't matter. She was going to be asleep within two minutes.

'here" he says passing her the white cup.

"What is it?" she asks but takes it from his hands.

"Peppermint tea. It's a capital dessert".

He sits on the end of the bed with his and takes a sip. She follow suit and must have really liked it as she gulps it down in seconds.

He supposed she would have been dehydrated. He didn't offer any water with dinner.

She lays back against the night stand with the cup pressed to her chest. She was beginning to feel funny. Her breathing slowed and her eyes stung from being kept open.

Her eye lids drooped and she relaxes back on the floor. He leans forward to take her cup before it smashed to the floor, seeing it come loose in her grasp. She looks at him through her eye lashes suspecting before they close all together.

Placing the cup on the night stand, he picks Mabel up from her nest and places her on the bed.

She looked unreal after all this time. Her freshly washed hair sprawled around her. Framing her pretty face. He took time to examine her all. Her long dark eyelashes and pretty pink lips just waiting to be kissed.

He used to love watching her hang the uniforms out in the sun. The sun bouncing off her figure as she bent and rose. He always thought she had the longest legs he had ever seen but realized she was quite short up close.

All the other peacekeepers would talk about her too. "Is the pretty one working today".

Coriolanus was forced to swallow the jealousy he felt when they referred to her as the 'pretty one'. He hated them referring to her at all.

Coriolanus never thought he would ever get this close. Not this soon at least. He remembered a night while he was mopping the hallways and two drunk peacekeepers had returned from their night off, re-dirtying his hard labor.

"Did you see the pretty washer there tonight! HEW-E. She's prettier when she's flushed from dancing".

Coriolanus stopped his mopping to see if they had anymore to say about her.

"Next time I am going to dance with her!". The peacekeeper swayed in the hallway, dancing with himself.

"Dressing in the uniform she's washed is the closest you ever going to get to her!" the other Peacekeeper roared back in laughter.

The words had stung him as if they were directed at him, and a joked shared between two friends.

"You're wrong" He spat out.

"What?" the drunken mate turned back.

Coriolanus cleared his throat. "I said it's warm".

Now here she was. Beneath him. Laying so beautiful in her deep sleep.

She was so pretty and now within his reach.

Coriolanus shifts her more to the middle and climbs on top of her. He could have a taste, surely. Just a small sample for his hard work and patience getting her here. He wait until she was awake to deleverage in the main course.

He unbuttons his pants on her, pulling them and her panties down to her ankles. His shirt is the next to go. He unbuttons it from bottom to top, leaving it cast off her chest. She only had a small breasts so only bothered with a bra when occasion called for it. If she had known she was going to be taken she would have bothered with a bra that day but Coriolanus luck would have it that she didn't.

She was bare beneath him and he wanted to feel her skin against his so he took off his pajamas, leaving them in a neat pile next to him.

His shoulder ached from keeping his weight off Mabel. But mixed with his arousal it felt almost good.

He lowers himself so he could feel her skin against his. He was larger by a mile, his whole body overtook her.

He starts with a kiss against dead lips before grabbing his member and stoking himself over her. His sore shoulder bore the weight.

He starts slow, moving his hand running it over his head and down to his balls a couple of time. He circles his shaft with his thumb, taking one of her breasts in his mouth at the same time.

He circles the nipple with his tongue as circles his shaft. He bites gently down into her skin once he has had enough and returns to his pumping motion.

Coming undone to the thought of her is nothing new. But seeing her beneath him willing to take whatever he had to give, brought out a more vocal side of himself.

He huffed and puffed, groaned and sputtered as he moved.

He rested his head upon her shoulder. She smelt like him but remained with certain amount of sweetness of herself.

It was her smell that threw him off his resolve to contain himself for a longer period. She smelt perfect to him.

He moans as he spills out over her and he aim himself at her stomach. The white sticky cum leaks over her stomach.

He would wash her again, redress her and tuck her in. Tomorrow she would no know different.

He lets out a small laugh, kissing above her collarbone. His pretty girl. All his, his, his.

[bellsluvschrissturn]

Barber

Warning: barber reader x boob obsessed Matt

Titty sucking titty fuck use of baby mommy

Authors note: this sucked ass lord have mercy on me

My client canceled and the male barber next to me has triplet clients that will be coming in soon he asked if I could take one his name is Matt so I’m not sitting waiting for them to show up in my cute outfit I put together today for the first time in 4 months the outfit the shirt really complimented my chest I loved the shirt

Then as I’m waiting sitting on my chair drinking my Starbucks I see 3 people who look exactly alike just very different styles I sit and mind my business as the barber next to be goes and talks to his clients “ hey boys I’m kinda running a little behind so my friend y/n will be taking care of one Matt I figured since you don’t care what happens to your hair you can go with her” “o-ok” Matt says as he looks at your tits then at your face again a little nervous “ hi I’m y/n” you say as you stand up out of the seat “you can go ahead and sit down I’m a little different then Xavier I wash hair and style it after I cut it” you explain “oh ok do whatever you need to” he says “ so how do you want me to cut it you said as you put the cape cover on him “uhm it doesn’t matter I just want an inch off and maybe a little fade in the back but not to much” oh ok do like a trim and a clean up?” You ask “ya” he replies ok I’m gonna start now you warn him ok he says looks at your face to your tits to your face you notice and smirk you get closer to his face as you lower his seat because he’s a little to tall in the seat now he is perfect height for you and for him he gets a great view of them bittys

You get closer to his face as you start cutting his hair and as you turn him in the chair your boobs rub on him and you act like you didn’t notice you were doing it he looked down after a while as he adjusted in his seat “are you ok do you need a break” I ask “ nah I’m just hot” “ oh did you want me to turn on the fan?” “ yes please” you turned the little fan you have at your little area as you continued to cut his hair you them said “ ok we are going to wash your hair now” “ok” he said as he got up you then sit him in your hair washing area you put a towel around his neck to not get him wet as you adjust his seat so it’s comfortable for him your tit rubs against his face and he gasps “oh I’m so sorry” you say “no it’s ok” he says lightly you smirk and continue to adjust his seat when you finally fix his seat you start to turn the water on “is this temperature alright?”

“Ya it’s perfect” he says ok you say as you wash his hair you accidentally splash is face and neck “oh I’m sorry” you says as you wipe the little sprinkles of water off his cheek and neck “it’s ok” he says you start to scrub his hair with shampoo your boobs jiggle in his face he feels the movement and opens his eyes to see your boobs jiggling he groans as he feels your nails graze his scalp over and over again “that feel good Matt” “ya he says faintly” you wash the shampoo off as you put the conditioner and wash it out dry his hair with the blow dryer and as you do that he just feels a boost of confidence and grabs your waist and holds it you continue to dry his hair with a smile you they start to brush his hair and style it with texture powder and you see a movement in the cape by his crotch you lift up the cape a little and see him palming himself you whisper to him “ if you needed help you could have asked baby” “ please touch me” “ really here in front of all these people” “n-n-no the bathroom please” “ I can’t baby how about I meet you somewhere after work my next client is here” “ can you take me to the back to show me the products you used on me and I can just take a picture of your tits and get off to it please please” he begs “ok baby just because you asked so nicely” “ Xavier ima go show him the products I used on his hair I’ll be right back you make your way to the back and as soon as you get to the back he pushes you into the bathroom and kisses you please baby please I can’t take it he ripps off the cape and throws it on the floor as he takes his pants down and shows his hard on “please let me suck on them tittys please” he says “ok baby” he sets you on the sink as he starts kissing down your neck he pulls your shirt off your tits as he kisses down to your tits he sucks on your right nipple as he pinches and flicks the left one he hums around your tits you moan at the vibration “ omg Matt that feels so good” you moan “ mhmmm” Matt says you push him off and get on your knees as you pull his boxers down and see his pink tip with a tan sandy colored base “oh look at this cock Matt” he moans at the praise “ wanna jerk them in between my tits Matt ya, ya” Matt nods frantically “yes baby please please” you spit on his dick and on your tits as you put his dick in between your tits and move you boobs up and down his shaft your hands are squeezing your boobs together to fit around his and as your hands are like that you run your thumb on his tip “ oh omg” he moans loudly as small whimpers come out after “ I-I’m gonna cum mommy I’m g-go-gonna c-cum please let me come” “ c baby let it all out baby” oh fuck fuck fuck I’m cumminggggggggg!!!” He says as warm white strings go all over your Chin and chest “ oh fuck baby look at the mess you made” you tease “sorry y/n” “it’s ok baby let’s get cleaned up” “ok” Matt walks out of the bathroom first and his brothers say “ bro we’re have you been we’ve been waiting- Chris” “ he was to busy getting laid in the bathroom of a barber shop- Nick” “ Xavier is mad too he might fire y/n-chris” “ya just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants - Nick” “ well if she gets fired I’ll buy her all her equipment and she can do our hair at home” mat replies

Y/n walks out next and she sees Xavier pissed he gives you that face that says ‘get your ass over here right now’ you walk to him and he say “ really y/n a client how down bad and desperate can you be ” “ are you slut shaming me” “ no but really a client” “ I like him like actually he’s funny hot nice and has a huge-“ “ enough I don’t want to hear anymore” “ I was going to say heart you nasty bitch” you both laugh “ alright well if you actually like him I guess you can date him but no more sex in the bathrooms” “ we didn’t even fuck Xavier” “ whatever”

You go to the register to check the triplets out “ ok do you guys want to book an appointment for next time or” “ yes please” Nick says “ can we get one in 3 months” “sure” “ my brother Matt the one you did today he wants to see you instead” “ ok” “ and here’s his number he was to much of a pussy to do it himself”

“ thanks” you say in a chuckle

THE END

@miss-tyummy @itsfloriii @sammy-xx @h3arts4harry

[elysptical]

A vibrating jade egg.

It works wonders for your core and your trainer recommended one on a whim. Alex was always into the newest trend but you decided to have a go. Lord knows you weren’t having any other fun down there.

It hand been four days and no real change. Until Ovulation hit you like a truck. And you’re not sure if it’s the vibrations seemingly to tickle your brain or the baritone in Mr. Kim’s voice, but everything is making you lustier and dizzy.

So you pivot, focusing on your laptop and the sounds your manicure makes against the keyboard. When all is adjourned you rush to your office and close the wooden door leaning over the couch.

He notices, of course he does. He’s spent countless nights wide awake on zoom trying to finish a production launch or hammering out a campaign. Not even the slightest change in your demeanor goes unnoticed.

Nothing seems to ground you and before you can react a rushed knock and open is heard.

Only Mingyu ignores manners like that, you can’t count on all your toes and fingers how many conversations you’ve had about that. He says he likes to keep you ready, “don’t get ready if you stay ready” or some shit like that.

“Bunny you good?”, you have also asked him a million times not to call you that at the office.

“I-“, your words catch in your throat. Who wears a grey three piece anymore? What is this 1920’s England, and why does it look so good on him?

“I’ll get you some water, you have got to start eating breakfast everyday…”, he continues toward my kitchenette and I drone out his words. My focus is on sitting down while I watch him remove his jacket, rolling up his sleeves and popping off his watch with his perfect teeth-fuck.

“I’m f-fine”, you groan and look for your phone. While his back is turned you find the app quickly and still the purple egg nestled in your pelvis. Now if he could just leave you alone for five seconds.

“Come on loser drink, I am having Alicia bring you some breakfast”, he holds your head back and forces you to hydrate. The eye contact is maddening and now you feel really exposed.

“I said I’m fine. Just leave me be please”, you don’t mean to snap, and Lord knows you want him to stay but not like this. Your fantasy does not start on your office lounger.

“Alright you brat, I’m going, I’m going”, he playfully nudges your shoulder and leaves you be. That’s not before he glances over to your phone and smirks.

The door closes softly behind him and you’re left mortified with the purple “Vibrator Egg” logo on your screen. Why didn’t you turn off your phone? Now Mingyu is going to think you’re some unprofessional slut who prances around with vibrators up their butt.

You stalk over to the bathroom and finally relieve yourself. Cleaning everything up and placing your friend in the trash. Never again Alex!

Your phone buzzes and you don’t even care to answer, already over the day. Maybe it’s time for a mental health day, some spa time would really do you good.

Quickly, you set your appointment and gather your things. As you roll on your new winter gloves you give your notice of leave to your secretary and head out.

By the time lunch rolls around you forget you left your phone at your office. Hell, you forget what was stressing you out at all, thanks to the scorching heat of the sauna.

But Mingyu is steady sending texts after text. He even brings an extra takeout meal to your office only to be met by your secretary using your private bathroom. Only she could get away with that, cause she knows where the bodies are buried.

“Oh Mr. Kim, I apologize I thought she would’ve told you”, she tosses her paper towel in the trash, “she left for the day. Needed a mental health break.”

Alicia smiles and walks back out to her desk. Waiting for him to leave confused and a little hurt back to his own office down the hall.

At around ten in the evening you finish your Chinese order and rolling your first blunt. The jazz music is echoing through your condo and your butt naked under your plushest pink robe.

The doorbell rings as soon as you pour your glass of wine and you roll your eyes. Who could possibly have been sent to interrupt your peace? You don’t even bother pulling the blunt from your mouth before opening the door.

And Mingyu scoffs, not even waiting before waltzing in still wearing his suit from before. But the tie is a little looser, and his unbuttoned shirt gives a small peak at his toned collarbone.

“You can’t just come in my house Mr. Kim”, you shut the door behind him and sigh. Placing your little pick me up on the counter.

“I hate when you call me that, even after I brought you this”, he places a cute little hello kitty bag of weed on your coffee table and you smile. Now you remember why you’re friends outside of work.

“Awe, you missed me”, you giggle and walk to the balcony opening the door wides and letting in the city sounds.

“Whatever, can I get a glass of wine loser?”

-

[moodywyrm]

what do you think aftercare with abby would be like after your first time? like, if her gf was a virgin? i feel like any aftercare with abby would be godly but oh my god..if you were a virgin she’d go above and beyond..

ohhhhh man. okay I kinda touched on this when I wrote about college! abby taking bookworm! readers virginity, but now is my time to Elaborate <3

Abby's still holding you, trying to steady her breathing after she came against the base of the harness, also trying to tune into your breathing and how you're reacting after your last orgasm. It takes a second for the both of you to calm down long enough to look at each other, and when you do, Abby feels an entirely new warmth blossom in her chest. You look so blissed out and sleepy, entirely content in her arms. She gives you a little smile and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, before asking, "Are you ready for me to pull out? Or do you want to wait a second?"

"You're okay to pull out just, be gentle," You pout, bracing one arm against her biceps.

"Of course baby, never wanna hurt you." And she's slowly easing herself out of you, rubbing soothing circles on her hip as she pulls out slow and steady, heart twinging at the little wince you let out when the head of the strap pops out of you. Immediately, Abby is undoing the harness, throwing it to the side and rubbing at your hips.

"Think you can stand, baby? Or you need me to carry you?" She's slowly massaging at different parts of your body, trying to ease the aches before they really set in.

You're a tiny bit confused, because why does she need you to get out of the bed? You try to move your legs and end up whimpering, not used to the soreness creeping into your body. "Uh, I don't think I can stand just yet, but why?"

Abby just presses a kiss to your forehead, climbing off the bed and scooping you up like a princess (her princess <3), murmuring a little "Gotta take care of you baby," and carrying you over to the bathroom. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't shaky on her legs, absolutely wrecked from her orgasm and the sheer energy it took to fuck you how you deserved. It's a delicious ache, but an ache nonetheless.

She sets you down on the bathroom counter, laughing at little bit when you wince at the cold surface against your sensitive thighs. Abby moves away for just a second, turning on the shower and letting it warmth up while she set out your favorite bath products. She sets out body oil and lotion, your skin care products, and then makes a quick run to the closet to grab two pairs of soft boxers, plus her softest t-shirt for you <3

Meanwhile, you're just sitting on the counter, softly kicking your legs and waiting for her. When she steps back into the bathroom, she almost fucking melts at how sweet you look. She takes care of your hair brushing it (if your hair type can be easily/should regularly be brushed), if not she helps you tuck it into a shower cap, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as she does so.

She takes her time with you in the shower, washing off every inch of your body, holding you up and running the pine-scented body wash all over your body. When she's done cleaning you up, she holds you for a second before turning off the water and leading you back to the counter.

Abby is heart-achingly gentle as she rubs the oil onto your body, not missing an inch. She does your skin care as she lets it soak in, washing her hands between steps. Once that's done, she rubs the lotion into your skin, her warm hands almost making you fall asleep. Even though she tries to stop you, Abby ends up letting you reciprocate, rubbing oil and then lotion onto her body and pressing kisses to her freckles every now and then. She pulls on her boxers before helping you get dressed, easing the boxers up your hips and adjusting the waistband so it doesn't dig into you. Eases the shirt over your head, pressing another kiss to your forehead when she's done.

Literally carries you back to the room, but makes you wait on her desk chair as she changes the bedding and refuses to let you help. Uses her soft silk bedding so your skin doesn't get irritated or caught on anything, and lifts you into the bed. Abby lays down, pulling you onto her chest and whispering a small "I love you baby, goodnight" against your lips for one last kiss.

She turns the light off, hiding the blush that covers her face when you say it back, this time with a sweet "thank you for being so good to be, sweet girl," whispered into her collarbone.

The two of you sleep so well, completely soothed and warm and sated. <3

I'm literally gonna cry my eyes out she's So. So. Wife. GF. Life Partner.