#how do you apply your toothpaste

[megoons-spoons]

#toothpaste #toothbrush #how do you apply your toothpaste #serious toothpaste study #please share this #brush your freakin teeth

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

please do one where they were like in a secret relationship and one day reader went live for her fans and idk maybe Tom walked in and now the secret's out. It's up to you how you go abt it. Have a nice day!!

Caught in 4k || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

A/n: Anon you read my mind.... I had this idea sitting in my drafts for quite some time!

Warnings: none!

Wc: 983

Divider by @pommecita

You stir in your sleep when you feel light kisses on your arm. "Good morning, love," He says, his morning voice making you smile as you turn around and place a kiss on his cheek, a smile adorning his lips. His arms wrap themselves around your waist as you both lay still, neither wanting to pull away from the embrace.

"I'm going to go for a shower," You say against his neck, his hands coming to your hips as he massages them. "Can I join?" His tone teasing as you consider the idea. "I fear if you do, we won't make it out of the bathroom for quite a bit," A smirk forms on his lips as you get out of bed, his hand still clinging to yours.

"I don't mind!" He calls out as you flip him off, not bothering to turn around as you shut the door behind you. After the calming shower, you wrap your body in a fluffy white towel as you squeeze out the excess water from your hair, letting it air dry.

You start to brush your teeth as you hear the bathroom door opening. Tom enters in only his boxers as he makes his way to you, arms wrapping around your towel cladded body as you lean back against him. You smile at him through the reflection you mouth frothy with the toothpaste as he smiles back at you.

You bend over to spit out the toothpaste as Tom pretends to fuck you from behind as laughs erupt from your mouth. You lean back up, slapping him across his chest as he smiles innocently at you. Going on your tippy toes, your arms loop around his neck and place a kiss on his lips, a few actually, as you both smile in between them.

"I feel like making pancakes, do you want blueberries or chocolate chips in yours?" You ask him whilst applying lip balm on your lips as he turns the shower on. "Chocolate chips please," He grins at you as give him a thumbs up and walk out picking out an outfit.

You pull back the curtains revealing dark clouds that littered across the sky of Brooklyn. You smile to yourself knowing today was going to full of cuddles and watching Harry Potter films with Tom. Walking down stairs, a thought plagued your mind.

You wanted to go live on Instagram as you felt as if it had been too long since the last time you did one. You leaned your phone up against a fruit bowl as you start the live. "Hey guys!" You smile as you watch thousands of people join in a matter of seconds.

You then continued to pull out the ingredients to make pancakes as you answer some of the questions that people asked. Tom walks down a few minutes later, wondering who you were talking to as your voice travelled upstairs.

He sees you in the kitchen, your back towards him as you talk about the weather. He decided to surprise you so he slowly walked up behind you and wraps his arms around you as you slightly jump. "Fucks sake, you scared me!" You sulked as Tom laughs, peppering the side of your face with kisses as your hands go up to his arms around your neck.

"Oh shit," You silently curse as you freeze, remembering you were still live on Instagram, "What?" He asks confused. You discreetly glance back and mentally face palm yourself as your phone was directly aimed at the two of you which meant that thousands of people witnessed it and most definitely concluded that you and Tom were together, which was very much the truth.

"I'm live on Insta," You whisper as you feel Tom physically pause as well, probably processing your words. He turns his head and makes eye contact with himself on your phone as he awkwardly chuckles. "Oh hey.." He trails off as you burst out laughing. "I'm going to go put a shirt on," Tom quickly says as he runs up stairs to get one.

You watch as comments blow up and you couldn't contain your smile. Everyone was going crazy as they flooded the comments with questions. You hear Tom walk back down, a shirt on his previously naked upper body as you hold out you hand and he takes is. "Well, guess it's out," He chuckles as the both of you read the comments.

Tom leans his hand against the counter as you rest your head on his arm. "Shit, I almost forgot the pancakes!" You panic as you go back to the stove and continue cooking the batter. You and Tom kept your relationship as private as you could, fans speculated that you were dating each other but nothing was confirmed, well until the live of course.

"How long have you two been together?" Tom reads out loud as you get plates for the two of you. "3 years now is it?" You say as Tom thinks about it, "Yeah, 4 years coming this September," he smiles. You come up beside him, resting your chin on your hands that were on the counter as you read through the comments, too immersed to notice that Tom was staring down at you with a huge smile on his face.

A comment mentioning how Tom is looking at you makes you look behind you, "What?" You shyly laugh as he says nothing, shaking his head. Tom takes over with making the pancakes and eventually they are done. "Well guys I'm going to end the live here and eat these pancakes with my wonderful boyfriend, bye!" You say as you end it.

You make eye contact with Tom as you both start laughing. He hugs you and kisses your forehead. "At least we don't have to keep hiding this in public anymore," He says as you agree with him.

#tom blyth #fanfiction #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus x you #the hunger games #hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth x gf!reader

[inkyray]

Heyaaah! Sup? 😃

How about you do a fic or headcanon about Chris, whose love language is physical touch, and the reader loves it when he touches them? You could make it fluff or smutty or a mix of both - your wish!

🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

a/n: first time writing headcanons, kinda nervy 🙈

warnings/content ahead: suggestive, smut, mentions of fingering, fluff, my first time writing a headcannon idk, not in a particular order, the fluff and smut r just kinda thrown alongside each other, lmk if i should add or change anything

TOUCHY!CHRIS HEADCANONS

touchy!chris, who chooses your bed over his every night, laying his head on your chest as he rubs gentle circles under your shirt, feeling the softness of your skin.

touchy!chris, who refuses to go to sleep without you, unable to sleep without the physical contact of you against his body.

touchy!chris, who's a sucker for movie cuddles, massaging your thigh as you lean onto him, your head resting on his chest as he drapes a large arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him with a hand that rests on the dip of your waist. his heart secretly beating faster than he'd like, praying you couldn't here it's thump although you were together.

touchy!chris, who would kill for more of your head massages. your fingers tangled in his hair as they slid past his scalp, untangling any knots as he closed his eyes in pleasure, practically falling asleep with his head between your thighs as he used both of them as a neck pillow.

touchy!chris, who would catch your mouth off guard, giving you a quick peck on the lips in front of everyone. not because he wanted to show off, but because he was genuinely aching for a reminder of the feeling of your lips onto his.

touchy!chris, whose heart would skip a beat everytime you laid tiredly on top of him in the morning, applying gentle kisses on his neck, the feeling of soft serenity resting in his stomach as your scent engulfed him.

touchy!chris, who was obsessed with your signature scent, loving the way his pillow would smell after you'd spend the night, sneaking a quick whiff from it when you were gone.

touchy!chris, who loved playing with the strands of your hair no matter where you went, at restaurants, at parties, at hang outs. he would allow his fingers to pull on a strand of your hair, watching the curl bounce back up again when letting go, repeating the action.

touchy!chris, who didn't like to admit he liked the corny PDA shit, who would constantly hold onto your hand when you went outside and let his thumb brush over your knuckles, analyzing just how perfectly your hand fit in his.

touchy!chris, who would insist on going grocery shopping with you, yet panics when you'd leave his side for an instant, like losing a child at a park. which would happen one too many times, he would hook his fingers on the waistband of your pants and drag you closer to him. "chris, i need to get toothpaste." you would sigh. the grip his fingers had on your belt loop didn't release. "let's go get toothpaste, then." he would answer, letting himself trail behind you with his fingers secured onto your belt loop.

touchy!chris, who would share his lollipop with you, letting you try the cherry flavor that was just in his mouth.

touchy!chris, who manspread on his couch when you'd walk by, hoping you'd take the hint and straddle him.

touchy!chris, who loved to cup your ass when making out, feeling how full you were in his grasp as he'd knead it, unapologetically gripping onto it

touchy!chris, who was open about his love for cowgirl, loving the way your tits would bounce in face as you fucked yourself on top of him.

touchy!chris, who wouldn't miss the opportunity to slap you on the ass when he'd walk past, a small smirk of a warning on his face before he does it.

touchy!chris, who would stand behind you as you made dinner, hugging you from behind as he made unnecessary comments about how he's pretty sure a boner is forming.

touchy!chris, who loves to leave his marks on you, leaving splotchy hickeys on your neck, tits, thighs, collarbones, jaw. once he found a new spot to give you a bruise, they would practically become permanent, the moment they'd fade away he'd replace them with new ones.

touchy!chris, who loves to eat you out, doing it for him, not you. loving the way your moans would erupt, the way you'd grind your hips into him as he sucked on your bud, licking your glistening folds from your previous orgasm.

touchy!chris, who would be in the middle of doing anything before suddenly pulling you to the side and giving you a quickie, cus he felt like it (how silly)

touchy!chris, who would always be the one to suggest riding his face, when a contradicting opinion would form between you two, he'd jump at the excuse of you riding his face to solve it. "you're wrong!" you rolled your eyes. "fine, if you're so right, ride my face then!" he folds his arms like a child who was trying to prove a point. a few seconds pass. "ride your face?" "yep. if you're so sure about what you're saying, prove it and ride my face." he shrugs. "you want me to prove it while riding your face?"

touchy!chris, who would genuinely start tweaking if you weren't by his side. he needed you always, like his life size fidget toy.

touchy!chris, who would insist that you sit on his lap as he played fortnite.

touchy!chris, who would immediately neglect the game and bend you over his desk, fucking you senseless.

touchy!chris, who loved to pull on your hair, no matter the situation.

touchy!chris, who would genuinely worry when you say your back is hurting, immediately offering to give you massages and foot rubs.

touchy!chris, who got your initials painted onto his nails, using the two fingers to pump in and out of you.

touchy!chris, who was a mastermind at overstimulating you until you were out of breath and practically on your knees begging, even then he would continue to steal your orgasms.

touchy!chris, who would hop in the shower with you, whether you asked him to or not, casually cleaning himself and then you, pressing the loofa full of soap on you and down your back before looking at you and raising an eyebrow, "what?" he wonders, you don't say anything. he's acting as if he didn't just lift your arms to scrub your sides for you. "your tits look great dripping wet by the way, gives you this dangerous siren-esque look–" "shut the fuck up, chris." "got it."

(matt's version)

#inkyray #chris sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #the sturniolos #sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo angst #chris #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo headcanon #matthew bernard sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff

[morehotch]

[11:34 PM]

you’re already in bed with your boyfriend, warmth radiating from spencer's body that's flush next to your own. you face him, gently tracing your hand along his jaw. it never gets old- looking at him, being with him. it manages to feel new everyday yet still comforting and safe.

spencer smiles softly, gaze focused on his hand that runs up and down your waist and thighs, dipping under his worn t shirt you're wearing. you pull his face closer to yours, pressing you lips together sweetly, tasting his minty toothpaste. spencer hums while you instead make a noise of discomfort and pull away, pushing your hand at his chest. “you need to shave. it hurts when you kiss me.”

spencer smiles sheepishly, hand instinctively coming to rub at his chin. he hasn't shaved in a few days, almost a week, much longer than he usually went without shaving. after coming back after a case exhausted and committing to a very lazy weekend in your shared apartment, he was letting his usual ghost of a shadow grow into a prickly stubble that although looked very attractive, felt like sandpaper against your skin.

“well we can’t have that," he mutters, “i’ll do it in the morning after we shower.”

“then,” you huff, rolling over and out of his hold and spencer immediately mourns the loss of your warmth as you stare at him intently. spencer thinks you're absolutely adorable. you pout, leaning into his arm. “you can’t kiss me until the morning.” 

spencer's mouth opens in mock offense and you smile softly, immediately realizing you definitely can't wait until tomorrow before resuming your duely owed kisses. “or i could do it now,” you suggest, noticing the way the corners of spencer's mouth instantly curve into a smile.

“really?”

you grin back excitedly, soothingly running your hand through his hair that's getting longer these day, “of course, that would be really nice.”

it takes a while for you two- both sleepy, to get to the bathroom as spencer lets you lead him hand in hand. he hops up on the counter while you stand between his legs as he watches you with tired eyes, smiling softly and teasing with a raised eyebrow, “you sure you know how to do this, angel?”

“yes,” you emphasize, figuring you've watched spencer do it in the mirror enough times to have some level of skill and confidence. “here, let me-” you continue, carefully gripping his chin, applying the cold shaving cream. spencer quickly pulls back, giggling, “tickles,” he sheepishly explains.

you bite back a grin, failing as you smile unashamedly. "stay still, honey." you concentrate as you finish spreading shaving cream along his skin.

neither of you say much as you begin shaving him; you’re focused on properly shaving him and spencer is mesmerized by your concentration, noting the cute way your tongue slightly pokes out as you carefully bring the razor to his chin.

you take your time, enjoying the peaceful moment spent easily with spencer and the rhythmic motion of shaving him before rinsing the razor in water. once you finish, you grab a towel and gently wipe his face clean.

“thank you,” spencer whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“of course,” you mumble into his chest, thumbing over his tinted red cheek, now flushed from your sudden closeness.

“let’s sleep,” he says, interlocking your hands and languidly tugging you toward your inviting bed.

“wait," you keep him close against you, "we have to test it out.” you remind him as spencer nods in agreement. your lips are so close that it only feels natural to meet them together for a sweet, sleepy kiss.

he wastes no time in slotting his mouth against yours, with the same passion and need spencer has whenever he gets back from a case and hasn't seen you for days; when you can tell just how much he misses you and when he sighs happily against your lips.

“better?” spencer asks when you finally pull away to take a breath. you smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his now smooth and soft skin against yours.

"yes, very, thank you," you smile and spencer looks at you like he's incredibly endeared.

"i think i need to be thanking you, angel." he laughs softly and it’s forever the best feeling, warm, comfortable, and so familiar.

#1st work for spence! dw ofc im still writing for aaron <3 #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x you

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 4] Sayo's Insistence

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

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“Excuse me.” Sayo says, making you look up at her. You hold back on rolling your eyes, far too busy and tired to deal with anyone. You wait for her to speak, but she takes too long for your liking, so you end up asking,

“Can I help you?” You ask, trying your best to hide the annoyance in your voice but it still reflects. She luckily doesn’t notice it, or doesn’t care enough to address it. You don’t mean to be rude to her but so much is going on and you have no idea how to deal with it.

“I want to go out this weekend and get to know my husband’s friends a little more… Would you care to join us?” She offers, and you end up sighing before a fake smile appears on your lips. You end up shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m quite busy on weekends. Your mother-in-law keeps me busy.” You answer, and you hope that’s enough to keep her off your back. But it isn’t. She still stands at your desk and she ponders your responses for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her.” She responds, and before you insist that she shouldn’t, that you’re not in the mood to go out. If you get a day off, you’ll spend time with your son, certainly not with Satoru and his wife. You know that you’ll get a message from Mrs. Gojo later, and she’ll give you the day off. 

“Mommy…” Ren taps your face to wake you up. His morning breath hits your nose. You scrunch your nose while your hand goes to cover his mouth as your eyes slowly open. You finally take your hand off his mouth when you sit up. You look at the clock that’s in the corner of your nightstand, and you’re definitely not late for anything. In fact, you don’t have to start getting ready yet. You have around three hours to go. 

“What’s up, baby?” You ask him, your hand going to his soft white hair and caressing it.

“I’m hungry.” He informs you as a yawn leaves your lips. It causes him to yawn as well and you chuckle. You stand up from the bed and begin to walk to the bathroom. He begins to follow, which is something that you quickly got used to. The moment Ren began to walk, he followed you everywhere which meant you no longer had any sort of privacy.

“Brush your teeth.” You tell him pointing at the little stool that’s in front of the sink, which was put there to help him reach the sink. The tip of his tongue sticks out as he remembers to follow every step of what you’ve taught him: wet the brush, apply some toothpaste, wet the brush again, then smile as he brushes his teeth.

When you’re done, you wash your hands and when you finish washing your hands, he’s done brushing his teeth. He steps off the stool and patiently waits for you, sitting on the bathroom floor as you brush your teeth and quickly wash your face. You dry your face with a towel and then walk out the door, not saying anything because Ren just follows behind.

“What do you want to eat, Ren?” You ask him as you walk to the kitchen. You have more than enough time to make a big breakfast, so you can give him whatever he asks for.

“Waffles… and yogurt.” He answers. So you’ll give him that for breakfast, along with some fruit. You open the fridge to grab a cup of yogurt for him, so he can eat it while you prepare the rest of his breakfast. You give him a strawberry yogurt with a blue plastic spoon while you begin to make the rest of his breakfast.

“Do you want to do something fun this weekend, honey? I’m off this weekend.” You inform your son, and he puts a finger to his chin, pouting his lips. He begins to brainstorm what he wants to do instead of eating his breakfast. While he thinks about it, you try to think of how you’ll deal with Mrs. Gojo, Satoru, and Sayo. Mrs. Gojo didn’t give you the weekend off out of her goodwill; you’re not sure if the woman knows of that word.

“Can we go to the park?” He asks and you hum in response. He smiles brightly before he realizes something… He doesn’t know when it’ll all happen. “When’s the weekend?”

“In three days, Ren.” You respond, and after hearing the answer, he continues eating his yogurt. As you make the waffle mix, you hear your phone ring from the bedroom. You look at the boy who puts his spoon and yogurt down to run to the bedroom and grab your phone for you. You chuckle at the amazing helper that the world gave you. The phone stops ringing, and you assume that he picked it up, and it’s confirmed when you hear,

“Hello?... Hi grammy!... Mommy’s in the kitchen… Yes.” And then he comes running out of the room, holding your phone, yelling, “Mommy, grammy is on the phone.!”

You take the phone from him and bring it up to your ear. You roll your eyes when you hear her voice. “I need you to pick up some dry cleaning as soon as possible. I’m giving you the weekend off so I need you to come early these next two days.”

“Alright, Mrs. Gojo. I’ll be there as soon as Ren’s nanny gets here.” You answer before hanging up on her. You’re sure you’ll get an earful from her for hanging up instead of waiting for her to do so, but you don’t care. You call Ren’s nanny and inform her of the change of plans, and of course she replies quickly because two days ago she showed up late to her job; she has to make sure it never happens again. She’ll be there in around twenty minutes. “Okay, baby, I’ll have to leave soon.”

“What about my waffle?” He asks.

“Of course I’ll make you your waffle, honey. I can’t leave you without your desired breakfast.”

You walked through the Gojo estate’s front door, a frown on your face since your breakfast was cut short by Mrs. Gojo. You hate to admit the fact that you put in a little more effort this morning dressing up: putting on a little more makeup, wearing cuter heels and putting on your cutest work outfit. 

After seeing Satoru and Sayo two days ago, you knew you wouldn’t bump into them again. You know Satoru is too much of a coward to go to your floor. Mrs. Gojo also had lessened your workload for her, and you completed everything during your lunch break, coming around at a time that you knew Satoru wouldn’t be around. But you’re certain that he’s here right now.

He’s probably in the backyard, eating breakfast with his mother and wife on the patio, just like when he was a kid. You remember always watching from a window as Satoru was forced each morning to eat breakfast with his mother and father– He always complained to you about it because he had to follow a bunch of dumb rules about eating properly.

You walk to the kitchen of the house, planning to leave the dry cleaning with one of the maids before leaving. You dressed up pretty just in case you saw Satoru, however, you don’t plan on interacting with him. And just as you’re about to hand the dress to someone, she says,

“Mrs. Gojo wants you to go to the backyard. She wants to talk to you.”

“Alright.” You shut your eyes for a moment before walking away. A sigh leaves your lips, and your nerves grow with each step you take. You try to think of what you’re going to say. You quickly spot them when you step outside, and you freeze. You squint as you look at their direction as you try to figure out if the extra person that sits with them is the same man that was Satoru’s best friend for years.

He yells your name and stands up to hug you when you get closer, and a small smile, one that you try to suppress, comes to your lips when you feel Suguru’s arms wrap around you. Suguru was always so sweet to you, and it’s nice to see him again after so many years; and his demeanor hasn’t changed either which you love. He asks, “How are you? I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“I’m good. How about you? Are you a doctor now?” You respond, and he nods in response. You stare at each other for a moment, looking at how time and age has changed you. Mrs. Gojo clears her throat a minute later.

“Suguru is finishing his residency soon. That’s what he told us.” Sayo speaks up, and Suguru takes a seat again. “Please take a seat as well. I asked my mother-in-law to invite you.”

“I already had breakfast, sorry.” You lie. You’re hungry but you don’t want to sit down with them and eat. “I should get–”

“It’s way too early to go to the office.” Mrs. Gojo cuts you off. You glare at her for a short moment before your eyes fall on Suguru because you don’t want to look at anyone else. 

“You know what they say, Mrs. Gojo, the early bird gets the worm.” You respond. Sayo, Suguru and Mrs. Gojo stare at you while Satoru tries to look somewhere else. He makes it painfully obvious that something has happened between you two but thankfully his wife is so focused on other trivial matters to notice just how awkward he is.

“There’s no worm for you to catch here. Join us.” She says and it’s an order even though she tries to disguise it as a request. You have no option but to sit at the table. “Are you joining Satoru and his friends this weekend?”

“I’m busy.” You answer. The past couple of days you’ve realized that you somewhat have part of the upper hand. If Satoru finds out that his son was hidden per his mother’s request, he’ll definitely cut her off. However, you know you aren’t in full control. You still have to follow Mrs. Gojo’s orders, but you don’t have to act like you’re happy to do it. You can give her some attitude.

“Really? I gave you the weekend off.” She points out.

“Ren needs attention.” You respond, and Suguru’s eyebrows raise.

“Who’s Ren?” Suguru interrupts.

“A cat.” You answer, and Mrs. Gojo is thankful about the fact that you spoke up first because she was about to call him a dog. Suguru is still a bit confused but he ends up nodding.

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t pay attention to your cat, but it’d be really fun if you’d join us.” Suguru says, and Sayo is quick to agree.

“I really want to see all of my husband’s childhood friends. I really want you to join us.” Sayo sounds so sweet, and she’s making it impossible for you to dislike her. “Isn’t that right, Satoru?”

“Right…” Satoru is forced to speak up and agree. He actually speaks more, which takes you by surprise, “We’re just going out to dinner and after we’re going to a club. You can join us only to eat… Of course, we’re paying for everything.”

The last sentence stings. He’s insinuating that you can’t afford it, and he probably isn’t wrong but you hate it.

“She’s going, honey. Don’t worry.” Mrs. Gojo puts on a fake smile, her hand wrapping around your arm and squeezing. You don’t understand why she insists, having you go out with Satoru and his wife increases the possibility of them finding out the truth.

You want to say a couple of things, but you know it won’t end well. You end up sighing, before you stand up from your seat, “I have to go now.”

“Why doesn’t she like you? Weren’t you two friends?” Sayo half-whispers when you walk away. Satoru ends up shrugging while Suguru chuckles after hearing the question. She sees Suguru laugh and she asks, “Do you know?”

“No idea.” Suguru responds. After a moment of incredible awkwardness, Satoru clears his throat.

“Let’s change the topic.”

#[changes] #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic

[leahluvr]

nightfall - alessia russo x reader

genre: drunk lessi, fluff

warnings: mentions of alcohol, suggestive

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a friday night was typically an eventful occassion after a long week of work and alessia’s training. you usually accompany and tag along with alessia and her friends from man united to a bar, almost always ending up in a club returning home during hellish hours. as you still had a report to complete, you told alessia earlier in the evening you would be skipping the night out, allowing her to spend the night out with mary and tooney.

seated quietly on the couch with a cup by your side, you typed away at your report. suddenly you heard an aggressive rattled at the door. it genuinely took minutes until alessia managed to crack the door open, stumbling through the hall on her way in. she kicked off her shoes and entered the living room, locking eyes with you. her already pink cheeks, turn into a darker shade upon seeing you in your pyjamas, comfortably sitting on the couch.

“ynnnn,” she sang before collapsing into your arms, fortunately, you had moved the laptop from your lap in time.

“hi my love,” you reply.

you closed your laptop shut, shifting your focus to your girlfriend.

“so, how was it?” you smiled softly, as she took she took your hand into hers. she played with your fingers, tracing the lines and crevices delicately.

“yeah, it was pretty good. we went to this fancy restaurant, but tooney got sick of the formality, so we just ended up drinking heaps and heading to the clubs instead,” alessia explained slowly with a slurred speech, looking a bit sheepish about the ‘club’ part. nonetheless, you hummed in understanding.

you moved your hand to playfully squish her cheek while giving her a stern look.

“you didn’t happen to share your lips with any other pretty girls, did you?” you inquired.

“no!” she explained loudly, making you flinch, “the only pretty girl i give kisses to is the one i’m looking at.”

you laugh as she leaned in, leaving an uncontrolled, slobbery kiss to your lips. instead of pulling away after the initial kiss, alessia kissed deeper and more passionately, taking you by surprise.

“lessi,” you say breathlessly, pulling the girl’s face away from yours, “you’re drunk. you smell sweaty and like alcohol, let’s get you cleaned up, hey?”

she pouted, but got up with your assistance to head to the bathroom. clinging to your clothes, she tugs you as you walk. you lift her by the waist and seated her down on the vanity.

“you look good underneath me,” she smirked. rolling your eyes at her comment, you ignore her, pulling the zip down from the side of her dress.

“oi! you gotta ask a girls name before getting her naked!” she waffled on jokingly.

“up,” you instructed, once again ignoring her.

you pulled the dress down until it pooled at the tiled floor. grabbing an old hoodie, you slipped it over her head, she whined as the collar was tight when passing her head.

she patiently sat on the counter, watching as you applied make up remover to a cotton pad.

“baby, close your eyes for me,” you whisper.

she flinched from the cold liquid against her face, but stayed still while you worked to remove the makeup from her face. you traced her inner thigh with a finger, indicating for her to open her eyes and hop off the vanity.

“we can worry about washing your face tomorrow, brush your teeth please.”

“can you help me?” she moaned, pouting once again.

“god, you really are a baby aren’t you?”

you teased, grabbing her toothbrush and applying toothpaste. opening your mouth as an example, you motion for her to do the same. you place one hand under chin as you move the toothbrush back and forth through her mouth and against her teeth.

“all done,” you say.

she spits her frothy mouth out and rinses it, spinning round to face you, almost tripping from the sudden turn. you grab her by the waist and press her against the counter, placing a soft kiss to her lips.

you lift alessia up, as she starts to sink to the ground from exhaustion. you place her on the opposite side of the bed, pulling the cover over her limp body and placing a kiss to her forehead.

“goodnight sweetheart, i love you.”

you also get into to bed, turning off the light, waiting in the darkness for alessia’s breathing to even out. it doesn’t.

breaking the silence, alessia speaks up.

“i want to have sex.”

“the answer is no, alessia,” you scold, “go to sleep.”

with a ‘hmph’ you feel the bed move as alessia moves away from you. you scoot closer towards her, holding her close as she nestled into your embrace.

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an: not very original mb also not proofread

#alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #manchester united wfc #lionessess

[ghostlywhiskey]

John Price - Bathroom Activities

Pairing: John Price x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,666

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ fingering, unprotected p in v, slight choking

Summary: Getting ready for bed for the night and Price can't help but bend you over the bathroom counter.

Notes: Smut - just smut. No plot. No proofreading (shocker!) I've been in a writing slump and this is my first piece in a hot minute. I need to get back in the swing of things, so hopefully this sparks something in me to stop being lazy and unmotivated.

find my masterlist here

The faucet shot water out as you stood in front of the sink of the bathroom, ears filled with the sound of the toothbrush bristles dragging across your teeth. Your eyes staring at yourself in the mirror, but glancing to the side as the water from the shower came to a halt. Price’s hand poked out as he opened the shower door and grabbed a towel from the rack. As he dried himself off, he wrapped the towel around his waist as he stepped out. His eyes met yours as a smile spread across his face. “Isn’t it impolite to stare?” His voice replaced the sound of the running water from the faucet. 

Rolling your eyes, you looked back at the mirror before slightly leaning over the sink to spit out the toothpaste. Price walked up behind you, hands gripping your hips as you stood back up straight. Your eyes met his in the mirror, placing your toothbrush back in the holder. “Isn’t it impolite to approach someone without warning?” Another smile spread on his lips, his head coming down to your neck as his one hand raised up to brush back your hair before his lips grazed your neck. “Rules don’t apply to me.” He murmured, eyes looking away from you. The water droplets from his hair dripping onto your shirt. 

“How could I be so silly and forget that?” You teased back as you tilted your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. You could feel him let out a soft chuckle as the breath hit your skin and the sound vibrated against your neck. Both hands were back at your hips as he pulled you against him, your ass pressed against his towel covered crotch. The hard on noticeably poking against you through his towel. “Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?” His eyes looked at you again through the mirror as he continued to kiss your neck. And you knew that he knew your response would be ‘yes’ considering he mentioned it a handful of times. Also, the memory of him grabbing your ass the first time you made out with him in the bathroom of a bar was engraved and never to be forgotten. 

“‘Fuckin ‘ell.” He groaned as the bathroom door slammed shut, your back hitting against the door as it did. The way his hands grabbed at your waist before moving down to your hips made your body ache for him. Every touch methodically thought out by him, as if he spent his spare time learning how to get the best reaction out of someone. “Jump.” Price grumbled as he pulled back from the kiss. Listening to his command, you did as you were told and hands grabbed at your thighs until your legs securely wrapped around him. Once secured, his hands grabbed at your ass firmly, causing the already short dress that was raised up to be further scrunched up. “Wear this short fuckin’ thing with an ass like that and you think you aren’t teasing every man in this bar?” He growled, your hands grabbing at his face to pull him in for another kiss. “Know exactly what you’re doing.” He added before he kissed you again.

“Hmm,” You hummed, eyes closing briefly as you swayed your hips side to side slightly to tease him. “A good amount of times.” You answered his question, eyes reopening to look at him. “Some might say an obsessive amount of times.” Adding to your answer, you smiled at him. Pulling away from your neck, his cheek next to yours pressed against you. The mirror showing both your eyes locked on each other. “Obsessive because I’m never getting over how fucking lucky I am.” He said, turning to kiss your cheek. As he did, you felt him grab at your shorts to tug them down and pool around your feet on the floor. You sucked in a breath, knowing in that moment exactly where this was going. Hands grabbing at the sink, his hands wrapped around to the front of your body, his left hand spreading your folds apart as his right hand let his index finger slide up and down between before he circled around your slit. “Shit.” The touch of his fingers causes you to hiss in response, teeth clenching together as you did. It was the way he was purposefully gentle when he teased you that caused you to go crazy, it made your body far more tense and begging for relief than when he was straight to the point. 

Pulling his finger away, he brought his index and middle finger up to your mouth. No words needed, you parted your lips as you took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue to build wetness around them. Your spit builds up and coats his fingers as you open your mouth to release them. Fingers making their way back down between your spreaded folds, pushing in as you gasp at the pressure. A satisfied grin on his face appeared as he slowly worked them in and out. But, he knew he wasn’t going to let you hit your climax from fingering, he never did. It was just to build you up to the point - every fucking time. As he lazily pumped his fingers, your wetness building up becoming audible now. His fingers stayed pushed in, curling inside you and making a ‘come here’ movement a few times to stimulate you. Your head leaned back and rested against his chest, your breathing shaky as you panted out breaths. 

But just like you knew, his fingers pulled out and rubbed the areas to spread his freshly coated fingers. “You’re too easy to get wet.” He teased, kissing your cheek again, moving down to your jaw and stopping at your neck, sucking behind your ear. His left hand moving to your back, sliding his hand up to push your body to bend over the sink counter before resting at the back of your neck and grabbing gently. His right hand grabbing at his towel and pulling it off before he grabbed his cock, teasing you from behind. The feeling of his tip against you causing you to try and move back against him. “Tsk, tsk. Be patient.” Price growled, looking down at you. Your head lifts up slightly to try and look at him in the mirror. Your palms pressed against the counter to keep yourself somewhat propped up. He guided his cock, sliding it up and down between your folds, circling the tip around your folds as well before he finally positioned himself, easing himself in. His own breath hitched as he pushed into you, thrusting so his entire length filled in to you.

“John.” You cried out, his grip on the back of your neck tightening slightly at your cry. “What? Feels good? Use your words.” He muttered as he thrusted into you, his other hand gripping your waist to steady your body from slamming into the counter every time he thrusted in. Your head hung down now, looking down at the counter until you felt his hand on your neck slide to the front to force your head to look up at the mirror. “Keep it on me, sweetheart. Don’t look away.” He ordered, your walls clenching around him as his voice filled your ears. “Oh fuck, John.” You whined, looking at him in the mirror. Your body bent over the counter looked small as he towered over behind you, the sound of skin hitting against each other echoing in the bathroom as his thrusts became more forceful. He looked back at you, squeezing your neck again to make you almost breathless as you tried to grab onto air before he squeezed. 

“Do y’know how I feel seeing you look like this? Bent over with your ass on full display as I fuck you?” He growled. His grasp on your neck released slightly, causing you to catch your breath quickly before he would probably tighten his grip again. “N-No.” You shook your head slightly, biting into your lip as he thrusted in and held the position for a moment, burying himself deep in your. Your ass squirming and trying to move side to side to get him to move again. The hand on your waist moving to grab one of your ass cheeks in his hand, squeezing before he slapped at the skin. “Liar.” He said, leaning over your backside, lips next to your ear as he stared at you in the mirror. His palms pressed against the counter on either side of you as he resumed to pump his cock into you, your release nearing. “Jo-” You gasped as he resumed, unable to finish his name. “Oh, I’ve fucked you stupid.” He joked, nibbling at your ear lobe as his groans filled your ear. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum around my cock like a good girl.” He cooed, quickly moving his body to stand up straight behind you again, pumping a few final times before your cries filled the bathroom, amplified as it echoed. Your body pushed back into him in unison with his pumps to ride out your climax before he grabbed your hips and pushed you into the counter to bury his cock deep in you as he came second after, filling you. “Fuck.” He groaned, pulling out as you shakily pushed your palms against the counter to straighten yourself out. You could feel some of the juices trail down your inner thigh. 

You winced in pain that was mixed with pleasure as an unexpected slap to the ass met your already weak body, Price grabbing your hips to turn your body around to face him. His hands cupping your face in his hands, leaning down to graze his lips over yours. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He murmurs, kissing you softly before he grabs at your shirt to pull it off and lead you into the shower.

#john price smut #captain john price smut #john price x reader #john price x you #john price #captain john price #captain price #captain price smut #captain john price x reader #price call of duty #captain price x you #captain price x reader #john price cod #captain price x female reader

[sophieakatz]

Thursday Thoughts: Microlabels

Almost ten years ago, when I first told someone who loved me that I was demisexual, he replied, “Do we really need all these labels?”

I don’t remember what I said back then, but my answer now is, “Well, I don’t know about we, but I need this one.”

Labels are the words we use to describe the world around us and our experience within it. Language is full of labels. Our earliest language-learning activities include sorting things into categories. This is the red block; this is the yellow block. Elephants and giraffes are zoo animals; horses and cows are farm animals; cats and dogs are pets. Toothbrushes and toothpaste are bathroom objects; forks and knives are kitchen objects.

Some of these distinctions are more important than others. It doesn’t really matter if you build a tower of red blocks or yellow blocks. However, leaving a knife in the bathroom is a bad idea, and so is attempting to keep an elephant in your house (not that I haven’t been tempted to try). You’ll also find that not all categories are universal. Is octopus an edible animal? Depends where you go in the world and who you ask!

The point is, it’s natural to use labels to define our place in the world and how we interact with it. I call myself a writer because I am someone who writes; this is important to me. Calling myself a writer explains something about who I am. It makes it easier for me to apply for writing jobs. When I hear other people call themselves writers, I know that we have something in common that we can connect over. I know that these are people I might be able to talk with or who might be interested in having write-ins or book clubs with me. In this way, labels help us find and create community.

Now, “writer” is a pretty broad category, so our experiences won’t be exactly the same. However, I can use a more specific label. I can call myself a fantasy fiction writer, a poetry writer, or a themed entertainment show writer, which helps me find people who identify with those more specific labels and have even more in common with me.

People who are not writers and are not interested in finding other writers don’t need the word “writer.” It doesn’t help them as much as it helps me. It’s not their label.

Demisexual is an asexual spectrum microlabel. Asexual describes someone who experiences little to no sexual attraction. It’s a broad label that covers a variety of experiences. Demisexual describes someone who only experiences sexual attraction towards someone after forming an emotional bond with them.

Before I read the word “demisexual” about ten years ago, I didn’t know that there were other people like me. I thought that there was something wrong with how I experienced attraction towards others. Knowing that there was a label not only made it possible for me to understand that there were other people like me, but also made it possible for me to find them and find community with them. Having words like ace and demi in my vocabulary make it easier for me to explain my experience to other people. People who aren’t demisexual don’t necessarily need this word. But I do.

When you hear a microlabel for the first time, especially if it’s one you do not identify with, it’s easy to dismiss it. It’s easy to think, “That’s not really a thing,” or, “Do we really need a word for that?”

The answer is, “Maybe you don’t need that word, since it doesn’t describe your experience, and that’s okay. But clearly someone needs it. We all have the right to put our experiences into words. We all deserve the chance to know that we are not broken and to find other people who are like us.”

#thursday thoughts #writing #writer #writblr #asexual #asexuality #acespec #demisexual #ace #demi #microlabels #queer #lgbtqiaplus #2slgbtqia+

[konigsblog]

Ghost doing aftercare for passed out reader after fucking their brains out

this is so cute because he'd be ao anxious before realising that you just passed out!!! you're in good hands though, he'll make sure you're all clean and dry and no longer sore;

it was simon's goal to get you fucked-out stupid, not make you pass out!! your chest rising and falling with each breath, pulling out your precious little pussy after fucking you raw and harshly. he's suprised to see you passed out, but gaining an ego boost knowing how hard he fucked you made you pass out due to the overstimulation from the pleasure he'd given you so kindly :(((

simon drained his balls inside you, hanging low, sweat covering his body and hairy ballsack. taking a step back and catching his breath before making his way to the bathroom, running a hot and bubbly bath for you, changing the cum-soaken sheets before resting your body on top of a towel.

he sinks your body into the bathtub, sitting beside you since he was too large to fit in with you. rinsing out your hair and checking your pulse just in case he'd fucked you a little too hard... his hands wandering all over your body, lingering over places he'd previously touched, applying and lathering body wash onto your skin, rinsing it away and carrying you bridal style into the bedroom.

drying you off and brushing your hair for you, keeping your body upright while attempting to brush your teeth for you. you end up with toothpaste all over youe face and chin, causing him to chuckle and grin softly. placing you beside him in bed and waiting for you to wake up, knowing the two of you won't sleep and instead get takeout or watch a movie together :((((

#orla speaks #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod ghost #modern warefare ii #ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost headcanon #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader #reader x ghost #simon ghost riley x reader

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.7 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, fluff, some drama at the end, not sure what else)

A/n: I litro love Chris and y/n such cuties fr.

Y/n’s POV

I take a shaky breath before leaning into Chris and I look up at him, his face is gentle and he’s ready to listen, “she had asked me if I saw Evan today, I said yeah, and she asked if we were getting back together..” I sniffle, Chris still listening and letting me speak, “I said no and said remember? Because I told her what he had done.” Chris nods.

“She said something like ‘y/n you’re still going on about that’ or something, she never believed me because he was nice around her.” I clear my throat and Chris sighs, still allowing me to talk, “and something else happened, I told her about us, she starting complaining so I started yelling and told her that Evan grabbed my wrist and basically threatened me earlier and..” Chris’ body tenses and he sits up slightly to look at me.

“He did what?” Chris’ voice is slightly angered but not directed towards me, “it’s fine Chris,” I sigh, he shakes his head before returning to our previous position. “Anyway, she got mad at me, told me to get out of the house and said I was,” I pause “just like my father.” I breathe out.

Chris pulls me into him more and kisses my cheek. “You’re safe here with me, you can stay as long as you need to.” He reassures me before leaning over and turning out the light, “do you wanna sleep?” He asks me softly, I nod into his chest and wrap my arm around him, I hear his heartbeat through his chest and that quickly sends me to sleep as his hand strokes my hair.

Next day

“I look so bad.” I look in his mirror as he’s brushing his teeth, “you look beautiful.” His voice is muffled from the toothpaste but I heard him, I smile softly “I have no makeup on.” I wipe my eyes and I brush my hair.

“If you’re really bothered, my mom has some makeup I could ask her if you could use some?” He spits out the toothpaste and swishes water around his mouth before discarding of it and wiping his mouth on a towel. I nod, “yes please.” I walk out his bathroom and sit on the bed.

He comes back in about 5 minutes later with a tube of mascara, “she said she has spare this stuff you can use, if you want any more makeup she doesn’t mind letting you borrow anything.” He smiles down at me and hands me the tube, “I won’t use anything else, remind me to thank her if we see her when we leave for school.” He nods before changing into black baggy jeans and doing his belt up.

“She washed your shorts and stuff, let me grab them.” I smile “okay thanks.” I apply the mascara and it makes me look a little less.. messy. He comes back in with my cami, sweatshirt and shorts. “You can wear one of my hoodies if you want? It’s supposed to be cold today so you can also wear a pair of my sweats.” He grins to me.

I slip Chris’ hoodie over my head and the sweatpants which are slightly big on me.

I’m so glad Chris has a happy family who care about him and eachother and how his mom is so kind and sweet, unlike my own. I wish I could stay here with him forever, but I know I’ll have to return to my house later.

We walk downstairs and Mary-Lou is cooking up bacon and eggs, with Matt sat up to the counter on his phone, he looks to me and smiles. “Hey.” He says to us both, “hi..” I say softly, Mary-Lou turns around and smiles at me, “hey sweetie.” She says with a happy tone in her voice, “thank you, for everything.” I reply smiling back.

We sit up to the counter, Chris next to Matt and me on the end, “where’s Nick?” Chris asks Matt and his mom. “He’s still sleeping, he said to wake him up when there’s 10 minutes until we need to leave.” Matt laughed as Mary-Lou dished up the bacon and eggs.

She placed three plates in front of us and kept one to the side for Nick. I ate like 2/3s of my food before I was full, and Chris and Matt finished the whole thing. “Thank you.” We all said to her and she nodded and smiled. “Should we head to school now? Doesn’t hurt to be early.” Chris whispered to me, I nod before we both say bye and leave.

We walk to school and I realise I don’t have my books or pens. “Shit..” I mumble and Chris turns to me. “What’s up? You okay?” He asks me. “I don’t have my books or anything, my bags back home.” I bite my lip and swallow nervously. “Do you want to.. go get it?” Chris asked hesitantly, “I can wait outside for you, we have like an hour before school.” He grabs my hand.

“Okay, I’m glad we left really early then.” I chuckled anxiously before we walk past the school to my house. Chris waits by the sidewalk and I open the front door using the key under the mat, my mom should be in work by now, her car isn’t there. I call into the house “Mom?” And there’s no reply, indicating that I was indeed correct.

I motion for Chris to come inside and he does. I close the door behind us and we go to my room. “While I’m here I’m gonna change if that’s okay?” I ask and Chris nods, “you can keep the hoodie and sweats here. In case you or I ever need them.” He smirks.

I change into a pair of black jeans and a top before putting on a jacket. “We’re matching, sorta.” He laughs and I look down at both of our black jeans, I laugh too before quickly apply some face makeup “you’re so pretty, with and without makeup.” Chris whispers in my ear as he hugs me from behind.

“Thank you, I just don’t want to get made fun of by Evan and his friends if I look scruffy.” I sigh and pickup my bag, Chris huffs “Evan is a horrible person.” He rolls his eyes, “he’s not gonna be happy that we actually are dating now.” I smirk and Chris grins before kissing me softly.

We get to school at the perfect time and we walk in, “I gotta head to gym class, I’ll meet you after?” Chris asks and I nod, he places a kiss on my forehead and walks away. I turn down the hallway to my class and see Matt sitting on the stairs on his own, fiddling with his glasses. “Hey.” I smile, walking towards him, he looks up nervously before relaxing when he sees me.

“Hey you okay now?” He asks. “Yeah sorta, why aren’t you heading to gym class, aren’t you in the same one as Chris.” He nods softly and looks back down. I sit next to him on the stairs, making sure there’s room for others students to still access them. “I think I’m gonna sit that lesson out.” He whispers.

“Why?” I ask him in a quietened tone. He shrugs, “Evan.” Is all he says, I tilt my head in confusion, “What about him?” We all know Evan is a horrible person but he’s friends with Matt so what could he have done.

“There was this girl, who I thought was pretty, I never wanted anything with her, but you know what I’m saying,” he sighs and I nod in understanding “Evan found out that I liked her and he asked her out right infront of me, she said yes and then he kissed her cheek.” He puts his head in his hands and I place my hand on his upper back. “We all can agree Evan is a dick, but he has no right to do that to you.” I rub his back lightly in a comforting way before returning my hand to my lap.

“He admitted he doesn’t even like her, he just did it because he knew I did.” He scoffs, “Im done with being friends with him, I only became his friend so Michael and his friends would stop bullying me.” He admitted, I sigh and smile gently at Matt and he smiles back.

“Woah you just can’t pick a triplet to try and get with can you?” I hear Michael’s voice from infront of me and I look up, “I wonder how Chris would feel knowing you two are this close.” He motions between us. “Go away.” I reply in a cold voice.

“Okay little miss, I cry on the sidewalk in the pouring down rain because I’m special.” Michael retorts and Matt stands up. “She said go away man.” He says in an annoyed but nervous tone. Michael scoffs and starts laughing, “shut up four eyes.” Michael pushes Matt to the side so he can see me.

“That’s an overused and not even insulting, insult.” I scoff and Matt grins. “Just please, fuck off.” I stand up.

“What are you gonna do, hit me?” Michael laughs and I shrug before walking up to him.

A/n: POOR MATT FR. idek why I think of Matt with glasses he just looks good w them so I imagined it in my brain. Pov u walking up to the best mom competition but Mary-Lou is there u know u boutta lose fr. Y/n cannot catch a break fr😭 Michael and Evan, we hate them fr.

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[furryllamas]

Can’t Help Falling in Love | A. Walter

+ Alex Walter x OC

+ Summary: Life has been difficult for sisters Jackie and Eden Howard. Obviously regular teenage girl problems, such as boys, school, and friends. Except tragedy that ensues, the death of their parents and older sister. They'll have to navigate a life without their family, just throw in love, the countryside, and a whole lot of boys in one roof.

+ Authors Note: Hey guys I really hope you enjoy this first chapter, I was really inspired after seeing Ashby play Alex and absolutely fell in love 🤍

 Chapter 0.0 | Two Time Zones Apart

The sound of LA traffic was not great, but it was definitely quieter than the sound of the streets of New York. It's only been 6 Months since I moved to LA semi-permanently. I still got homesick often but there was no place like California. Ever since the transition from being a model to a singer it was a choice I had to make, with mom and dads approval of course, even if it meant seeing Lucy and Jackie less.

"Oh Gosh. What time is it?" I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes. I looked towards my bedside table and picked up my phone. "10:30 AM" I removed the bed covers and stretched my arms over my head. The smell of my room always gave me some comfort in the mornings. I headed to the restroom and pulled my hair into a bun and turned the faucet on. I started washing my teeth when I heard my phone ringing. I ran back to my room to pick up my phone that was lying on the bed. A video call from Jackie. I quickly pick up the phone as I walk back to the bathroom.

"Juswt whun sewkand-" I attempted to say with the tooth brush still in my mouth. Jackie let out a quick laugh, "take your time Eid." I put my finger up, just one moment, and place the phone in front of the faucet handles, holding it up. I quickly rinse out the toothpaste and splashed my face with water to ensure I would fully wake myself up.

"Hi Jacks! How's it going?" I waved and picked up my phone.

"EDEN! It's going so well! I can't wait for you and Lucy to come home today! I missed you guys so much." Jackie smiled softly.

"Oh my, we haven't been away from you that longgggg" I teased as i sat down on my Vanity. I panned my phone to the stack of luggage by my window.

"Okay I know, BUT, I just missed you guys so much." She sighed. "It's been a month since I've seen you and Lucy. I'm just so excited for you to see my excellent work tonight."

"I know Jacks, My flight is at 2 so I'll probably be there by 7-ish." I start applying my makeup and look away from my phone. " and plus Lucy will be there sooner than me, so you'll get her while you wait for meeee."

She laughs, "Right, what would I do without your wisdom." She stays quiet for a couple of seconds, "How's your new song going?"

I wince, "It's going..." She looks at me confused. "I've just been lacking in inspiration lately. I'm hoping going home will help with that."

"I'm sure you'll get a spark of inspiration once you spend some good old fashioned time at the ballet with me."

"Thanks Jackie, I've missed you guys so much. I can't wait to get there tonight."

I stop to think. "Dinner at The Penrose?"

I look at her smile, "of course Eden! That's our spot."

"All right deal" I look at the time, 11:30AM, "All right sis, I have to head to the airport, see you soon!" I reach over to hang up, "wait! Remember mom and dad will pick you up later tonight so we can all go to dinner together."

"Okay, perfect! Bye Jacks, love you!"

"Bye Eids!" I hung up.

I start getting up and shutting the curtains. It might be a while until I'm back but I'd rather keep my room clean.

Ding Dong.

I head over to the front door that smells strongly of oak. Walking past the pictures I have hanging of Mom, Dad, Lucy, Jackie and I. I open the door and smile as I see the face of my amazing Manager, Lizzie. "Liz! Come to say goodbye to your favorite client." I giggled as she stepped in. "Excuse me! Not just my client, more like my favorite friend!" I hug her and drag her to my room.

"Oh gosh, look at all this baggage..." she exclaims standing in front of my suitcases. She reaches over and picks one up. "Alright Eden! Let's get moving and load these into the car, your driver is waiting."

I look over to her and smile, "You got it boss!" I salute. It was an easy load up and we wasted no time getting in the car. "Are you excited to see your family again?" Lizzie asked. "Yeah I'm a bit nervous though. I haven't seen them in a couple of months, I feel like I've missed out on a lot." It was hard being apart from them and not being able to see them as often as I used to.

Lizzie looks at me and smiles softly, her polished nails and her soft hands reach over to mine. She grabs them and turns to me. "E, you need this. You've been homesick for a while and I think this trip will help you with the new song." I lean my head back against the headrest and turn my face to look out of the window. "I know Liz." I turn back towards her. "Thank you for helping me today. It means a lot. I'll miss you lots."

She just smiles at me and I start feeling tired, car rides always seem to wear me out. I take one last look at the highway we're on and slowly close my eyes. I let sleep take over me and an oddly weird feeling at the pit of my stomach. I hear Liz whisper, "I'll wake you when we get there."

#alex walter x reader #alex walter #mlwtwb #my life with the walter boys

[yourlocalshootingstar]

Imagine your F/o helping you brush your teeth, maybe you just don't have motivation or maybe you just don't want too. (or maybe your regressed <3)

Imagine them gently guiding you over to the sink and having you sit on the edge as they wet the toothbrush, apply sparkly toothpaste because- motivation !! They mumble to you as they gently hold your jaw- "Open up please~"

They hold your jaw as they gently scrub at your teeth doing circles, they do that cute thing they do when they are focused. Everytime they complete a circle they give you a lil kiss on the forehead with a smile.

They could never be bothered taking care of you, not when they know you would do the same for them in a heartbeat. Not when they know how hard it must be for you.

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[cosmal]

✪ — sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup with sirius!!! because he definitely wears eyeliner and no one can convince me otherwise

scorched

summary — sirius does your eyeliner. and then some.

content — sirius black x fem!afab!reader

You're brushing your teeth in Sirius's bathroom when he bursts through the door. You freeze with the brush in your mouth and selfishly look at him in the reflection of the mirror.

Leather jacket, a white button-up that's split open halfway, tatted jeans and so much jewellery you think he's giving Pandora a run for her money. It sparkles in his nose and dangles from his ears. So bright that it illuminates a fire in the pit of your stomach.

"There you are," he says and spins you around until your back is pressed up against the basin. Your shirt rides up until the cold ceramic touches your skin. You shiver because it's cold, or maybe because Sirius has his hand on your hip, but you won't admit to anything.

You keep the toothbrush in your mouth and don't say a word. Your blinking turns heavy.

"Hop up," he smiles, squeezing at your hip because he's selfish.

"What?" you laugh, voice thick through plastic and foaming toothpaste.

"Hop up on the sink, darling," he says again. He shoves a pencil through his teeth and pulls the plastic lid off, spitting it gently into the sink. "I wanna do your eyeliner."

"Right," you say breathlessly. You jump up onto the bench, mainly because he's told you to, not because your makeup needs a touch-up, and don't miss the way he stables you with a hand on your back.

"Perfect," he says it to you, not because you've done what he's asked. "Do you need to?" He motions to your mouth.

"What?" you stutter.

"Spit, baby."

"Yeah- yeah right." You lean over to the side and spit into the sink, trying not to think about how silly you feel. You sit back and feel a tad dizzy instead.

He licks the pad of his thumb and says, "You've got a bit..." wiping a smudge of toothpaste from the corner of your mouth. Smearing it on your bare thigh.

Tapping your leg, then. he says, "Spread 'em, lovely."

"Sirius..." you sigh, wishing you could wash yourself down the drain with your spit.

"Sorry," he chuckles, "Sorry, just need to reach you, yeah?"

You spread your legs, tucking your skirt between them so he can shuffle forward. You don't expect it, but his fingers are cold where he holds your cheek to angle your head up to the light.

You hold your breath and try not to think about how close he is. How focused he looks as he begins to draw under your eye. Where his tongue peeks through his glossy lips.

"You're being very quiet," he says absentmindedly, focusing on the task at hand. Which happens to be you. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you sigh, relaxing your shoulders. You've forgotten for a moment that it's just Sirius. Lovely, kind Sirius. He's always so nice to you and you're having a fit. "Tired."

He stops and pulls back. The pencil hovers over your face. You focus on the smudge of black around the wood instead of the fact that he's staring at your whole face now. "You still wanna go out?"

"Yeah," you tell him. "Yeah, definitely. I just need some tequila I think."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Siri." You want to kiss his cheek.

"Okay, good." He starts with the other eye now and you freeze up again. Only for a moment. His hands are warm now. You're putty underneath him.

"Thank you, though."

He finishes up his work, smacking a kiss to your warming cheek, pulling up grinning proudly. "Fuck," he murmurs to himself.

Blinking, you smile back. "Look good?"

"Have a look in the mirror."

"No, I wanna know if you think it looks good." You're not sure where the sudden burst of confidence has come from. Probably from how drunk you are on him. Your scorched skin a reminder of how he'd held you moments ago.

"Yeah." He nods quickly. "Yeah, you look- fuck I need to kiss you. Can I kiss you?"

"You've never been one to ask, Black."

He lets out a long-suffering groan before he's diving in. There's a heat behind his lips that his fingers lack. Still, your skin ignites where he's got a hand on the chub of your thigh, bunching your skirt up under cruel fingers. Your face on fire where he holds you close.

Slipping lips and clashing teeth is all the kiss is really made up of. Still, he kisses you like you're fading away. Like he's running out of time. "Sirius," you pant. "Sirius, please."

He pulls back like you've slapped him in the face. "What?"

"Couldn't breathe," you say, lips wet and smudged. Sirius doesn't have it in him to feel bad at all.

He leans forward and tucks his face in your neck. You think he might kiss you some more but he starts to chuckle. All hearty and fond. "Christ," he pants. "I think I just passed away."

"Yeah?" you laugh too, tucking your hands in his hair, tugging gently. "Yeah, what's heaven like?"

"Fucking," he pants, "Fucking brilliant."

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[piichuu]

hi tuva !! once again, congrats on 1k <3 i’ll request something fluffy for once, so how about prompts 20 + 8, both of which are said by tecchou? thank uu mwah <33

♡ LOVE ON THE BRAIN - TECCHOU SUEHIRO

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 640

NOTES: i never thought i would see angel request fluff?!?! thank you sm <333

PROMPTS:

8. “one day, i will marry you”

20. “i want to make you happy, just like you make me”

music is quietly playing from your phone while brushing your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. the lights are dim and the windows not showing any sign of life on the outside due to the complete darkness. it is turning into night after all and sleep has been calling for you the past couple of hours.

the door to the room is wide open which is why tecchou suddenly marches inside with a smile playing on his lips. he presses a kiss to your cheek and wraps his arms around your middle while watching you get ready for bed. “you’re taking so long,” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder as he now looks at you through the mirror.

you reach one hand back to brush your fingers through his hair before leaning down towards the sink to spit the toothpaste out and wash your mouth with some water. “i’m sorry, i have to do my skincare now as well, so it might take a little longer,” tecchou gives you a slight pout but allows you to grab everything you need for your night routine.

he keeps his arms around your middle and pulls you close against his chest while you begin to apply moisturizer to your face. “one day, i will marry you,” he mumbles while leaning down to place a kiss to your neck. his hands rub your warm skin as they move underneath your shirt. your skin is cold against his warm hands, so he rests them there for a little while.

you glance at him through the mirror and are not able to stop the smile that slowly makes its way to your lips. it is definitely not the first time those words has been said to you, but it will never stop your heart from beating a little quicker than usual. “i will buy you the prettiest ring and make sure to put it on that ring finger of yours. can’t wait to marry you, my love,” tecchou speaks as he moves one hand to touch your left ring finger, right where he’s planning on giving you some fancy jewelry.

“it’s not about how expensive it is though, tecchou. as long as it’s you who’s bought it, i will be happy no matter what,” you continue to apply different products to your face, even as he tries to inspect your ring finger. “i’m aware, but you only deserve the best, darling.”

his words will never stop your entire body from heating up in an instant. they are sweet coming from his mouth while he’s holding you so dearly against himself. “i want to make you happy, just like you make me,” tecchou whispers while watching you finish your daily skincare routine and put all the products away. the smile that has been on his face since he entered the room only grows as you finally turn to face him and put your arms around his neck.

“you already make me the happiest person alive. you don’t have to buy me expensive things just to bring me some happiness,” he leans his forehead against yours and presses a kiss to the bridge of your nose. “yes, i know. so when we do get married, i will continue to show you how much i love you and will keep doing it until the day i die. anything you ask for, i will give it to you. it doesn’t matter if it’s a hug, a kiss, a necklace or food, you will get it.”

tecchou’s warm hands are resting on your hips as he finally leans in to meet your lips with his own. it’s a short kiss but one that he puts his all into, wanting you to truly know that you’re his all. “now, shall we head to bed and finally get some sleep?”

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[anotherbluesunday]

✨Fic Release: In Technicolor—Ch. 1: Hell in a Handbasket (Pugsley + Cheryl)✨

____________Pugsley/Lee____________

Just past the shopping center that housed the Erewhon Wednesday silently hissed at and Bertie audibly boo'ed was our new school. A glittering beacon of narrow-minded thinking disguised as liberalism if I'd ever seen one, I'd read up on the place. Had Jug and Reggie fill me in on what to expect and it wasn't good.

Insidious racism veiled as social work and fundraisers. Sender students being made into charity cases to make donating families and businesses feel better about themselves while they donate to political campaigns for politicians who couldn't give two shits about the working class. I could see it in the way they looked at us as we pulled up into the student parking lot and hung up the parking permit from the rearview mirror. They were sizing us up. Knew without having to ask that we were from somewhere else. Somewhere where it wasn't commonplace for sixteen year old's to have access to their parents Amex Black card.

Eyes down on the steering wheel for a moment as the girls to our right sat in their brand new canary yellow Jeep Wrangler "whispering" loudly about how dirty the truck was, Bertie reminded me it was only for a year and that chances were not everyone would be as bad as I was making them out to be in my head. Wednesday snorted a laugh from the backseat and I shot her a glance through the mirror saying "Probablemente sean monstruos chupadores de sangre." With a hard reluctant sneer, I forced myself to unbuckle. Grabbed my backpack from the backseat, slipped on my sunglasses, and heaved sigh.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this."

Shrugging her backpack onto her shoulders, Wednesday stood beside me staring at our new prison. "Just close your eyes and count to ten. It'll be over before you know it."

"Promise?"

"No."

Should have known better than to ask. But it made me laugh nonetheless. And that was the only upside here really. I wouldn't be going at this alone. I'd have Wen and Bert and a couple friends if Toni made it through the testing process since her mom made her apply too. We'd be okay. Not great. Not fine. But we'd be okay.

We'll survive.

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____________Cheryl____________

Routine on repeat like some b-rate film that used timelooping as a metaphor for repeating the past until the main character righted their wrongs, I put on my morning music playlist as I stepped into the spacious en suite bathroom that had been warmed to seventy-two degrees for me. My shampoo and conditioner never seemed to run out. My bodywash was always in supply. Shaving razors never dulled and toothpaste never emptied paste the halfway point. The only thing I was burdened with was remembering when to restock my skincare items which, even when they did run out, it was never a problem because there was nothing that couldn't be handled with a quick call.

Perfectly controlled and acclimated. It was like a dollhouse inside of a greenhouse.

Everything's monitored and privacy is a privilege.

You missed practice this morning. It was from dad, the message brightening the screen of my phone as I stepped out of the shower. We'll double up tonight's session and split it for before and after dinner.

Staring at the message, I hesitated. Could hear the small scream itching at the back of my neck like nails dragging down the nerves hidden beneath my skin.

I wanted to throw up and I hadn't eaten anything yet.

I'll have homework. I told him.

You can do it afterwards. Slacking off once leads to habitual laziness Cheryl. No excuses.

My stomach knotted. Worked itself up until the familiar aftertaste of vomit ghosted itself on my taste buds.

The cold sweats that came with it.

The dizzying nausea.

Looking at myself in my vanity mirror, I dissected the bags under my dull brown eyes. Examined my hairline to see if it had thinned anymore than what mom had pointed to over the summer when we went on vacation to Portugal. "It must be from the stress. You should sleep more darling" she had said. At least my lashes had grown back after my nervous snap over spring semester.

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*IMPORTANT NOTE!: Please do keep in mind while reading that the characters Pubert and Pugsley have nicknames that they go by and will go by for most of the story. For Pugsley, his nickname is “Lee” and for Pubert, his nickname is “Bert” or “Bertie.” Wednesday sometimes goes by “Wen” but I feel like that is a known in the Wednesday fandom but I wanted to mention it quickly for readers in the Riverdale fandom so that they’re in the loop.

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[chrisbangsbf]

Minho/Jisung

Teen and Up | 820 words

"soft sleepy domestic tooth brushing" for ky

AO3 link

Minho is absolutely fucking exhausted. He's been staring dejectedly at his suitcase for... well, a while. He's been emotionally pent up all week, and on top of all the nonstop schedules, it's a miracle he's even made time to eat, let alone get enough sleep.

It's the kind of tiredness he can feel in his bones, deep seated and ugly and sensitive, and it really wouldn't take but a few seconds for him to doze off if he could just... lay his head onto the pillows and listen to the gentle whir of the air conditioning.

He should shower, or at the very least change his clothes, but it feels like his feet are glued to the floor, like his eyelids are weighted. He's debating skipping the shower all together and pathetically collapsing into bed in his jeans, but then there's a knock at his hotel door that shocks him upright.

"Hyung," comes a voice not even a breath later, the owner of it stepping past the threshold of his room and filling the space with his presence. It feels suffocating in a way Minho's not used to. Not with him.

Taking a deep breath, Minho straightens his spine and it cracks loudly. His fingers slip off the zipper of his toiletry bag as he wobbles, but suddenly Jisung is behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and pressing his nose to the base of his neck. It must be sticky with sweat.

"Hyung?" Jisung repeats, after Minho doesn't say anything. His voice is softer now, chest solid against his back as he holds him; he's always been able to tell what Minho needs, oftentimes even before Minho himself does.

Minho clears his throat and blinks heavily, leaning his head back onto Jisung's shoulder. "M' sorry, just–" he sighs, lets Jisung kiss behind his ear, soft and caring, "–just so tired I can barely stand up."

Jisung hums, arms tightening around him. It's soothing, to feel his warmth and the rumble of his voice, to smell the shampoo in his damp hair, to be able to relax into him and know he would never let him fall.

"Want me to help you get ready for bed?" he offers, so sweet and lovely and perfect. Minho whines, because he really doesn't feel like doing anything, but he can feel the way Jisung smiles against his neck and... he's always been weak for him.

It's not easy to let himself be doted on, not even like this, but Minho still begrudgingly lets Jisung guide him to the bathroom and sit him on the toilet. He nearly falls asleep again as Jisung takes the time to wipe his makeup off for him, finger pads gently massaging his cheeks as he applies his skin care afterwards, because of course he knows in exactly what order Minho does it. He pouts when Jisung squeezes his jaw and stuffs a toothbrush inside his mouth, and the sound of Jisung's airy laughing makes his stomach swirl with butterflies.

"Keep your mouth open," Jisung says, squatting down next to him and laying his free hand on Minho's thigh. "I don't want you to choke."

Minho makes a disgruntled noise but obeys nonetheless, baring his teeth so Jisung can scrub them properly. He starts with his molars, drawing little circles with the bristles on each one and making sure to get every angle before moving to the other side to do the same. There's definitely a little toothpaste dripping down his chin, but he can't find it anywhere in himself to care.

Jisung brushes his front teeth with extra care, and ordinarily Minho would tease him for it, but all he can think of now is how much he loves him. How he didn't have to do any of this, but he wanted to. It feels domestic, like a little preview into what their future could hold, and before he can sniffle to prevent himself from crying– stupid, stupid, dumb, exhausted feelings– Jisung is guiding him to the sink and cupping water in the palm of his hand for Minho to rinse with.

When Minho meets Jisung's gaze in the mirror, he manages a soft smile. It's sincere, and he can tell Jisung knows everything he's trying to say with it.

Jisung even helps him change into sleep clothes; he pulls his jeans and underwear and socks off and slides a pair of comfy shorts onto his legs instead, swapping his button up with a cotton t-shirt and tucking him into bed.

Minho moans as he snuggles into the duvet, more and more tension leaving his body with each passing second. He processes the light being turned off and the sound of Jisung's footsteps as they approach him. His body slides up behind his with ease, sheets rustling as an arm naturally reaches out to pull him close.

This is exactly what he needed. A moment of peace. A second to breathe, to just exist. Jisung.

"Get some rest, hyung," Jisung whispers, curling their bodies together like pieces of a puzzle.

"Mm," he mumbles, threading their fingers and bringing them up to his lips so he can kiss the back of Jisung's hand, "always sleep better when you're around." 

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