#shampoo/conditioner/control

[starry-bi-sky]

MOVING THIS TO RBS bc i have my laptop and can actually give a longer response now. >:]. And man where do I start. Mmmmmm.

When Danny finds out he's a clone is v v important to me because in clone^2 he acquires Lil Damian after finding out he's Bruce Wayne's clone (rather than Batman's) and it offers a lot of weight and introspection to their relationship, but I also want to follow your post's canon. MMMM. I'm putting a pin in it for now bc im running circles around in my own head, and deciding for now that Danny knew he was a clone before he and Kon started dating, and waited to tell him because being a clone is very personal to him, and it's not something he tells just anyone. Only his close circle of friends and family know he's a clone, so him telling Kon was a huge show of trust and vulnerability.

Also, for no other reason than I think it's hysterical, but when Kon tells Tim about his boyfriend being Batman's clone, he has no idea about Damian. He knows Danny has a little brother he adores, but they've never met and Damian isn't really that rare of a name.

That's because Danny's pretty secure (most of the time) in the knowledge that nobody will piece together that he's a clone regardless of if he knows he's Bruce's/Batman's clone, since A (if he knows he's Bruce's clone): the current general public know Bruce Wayne as a he is currently; a well-dressed man in his late thirties-early forties with a Captain America build (among other things), and Danny is a 17-18-ish year old boy with a sleeper build and long hair and a preferred fashion of "baggy alternative that forces people of all kind to question their sexuality"

(Genderfluid danny for the WIN)

and B (if he knows he's Batman's clone): nobody knows what tf Batman looks like.

Baby Dames is a whole other story, since Damian Wayne is in the public eye quite often, Danny thinks Dames is at a bigger risk of getting recognized despite being significantly younger than his template. Which means he's a bit more protective/wary about introducing him to people, although they've been lucky so far.

Danny introduces Kon to Damian about a week or so after telling him about being a clone, Kon's positive reaction to the reveal gave Danny the confidence and security to introduce him to Damian. He doesn't outright state Damian is also a clone, but Kon connects the dots instantly upon meeting him, but is smart enough to keep mum about it.

ALSO, to switch gears again, I love the implication here (to me at least) that Tim knows about Danny, but hasn't quite met him yet. I think he'd clock Danny being a clone pretty quickly (not instantly, but quickly) due to the sheer amount of research/stalking he went into with Bruce. Iirc he even knew what kind of paintings he liked, so I think he'd definitely (even if its eventually) recognize a younger Bruce Wayne in Danny.

Like, oh, yeah, his best friend is dating some guy from the Midwest and Kon's probably told him everything under the sun about Danny -- like how he does this cute little grunt when you catch his attention, and that he has a habit of chewing on the end of his pen or thumb nail when he's lost in thought, and he scrunches up his brows sometimes when he's confused, and he has a smile that could light up a whole room, and eyes as bright as glaciers, and -- and it's to the point that Tim probably knows everything about the guy and they've never even met.

He doesn't even bother looking him up, because damn, he already knows what Danny looks like just from Kon's description alone. The one time he decides not to be an obsessive little freak and it comes around to bite him in the ass, because Danny is apparently a clone of Bruce. He finally goes and looks him up and goddamn, the similarities are right there. He even has Bruce's goofy-ass bat-wing shaped eyebrows.

How did this go under the radar for so long.

AND -- because the ADHD is hitting and i'm hopping topics like a mallet in whack-a-mole -- the meetcute. Obsessed with thinking about how Kon and Danny met, and imo the only appropriate (/j) way is that it was as mutually civilians. Except I wanna explore the concept, so instead of it being a coffeeshop meetcute, it's something else.

Danny is in Metropolis with his family for something and was exploring the city during the rare few moments he's alone, and it's very important to me and only me to mention that he's been having a rough go of it lately. Just the new-usual and monthly identity crisis, so he's gone and stuck more holes in his ears. With the added bonus of a brand spanking new eyebrow piercing and lip piercing. If he doesn't like it, he can just take them out and let them heal.

Anyways, he's standing at a stoplight and waiting for the crosswalk to go, Kon was standing next to him and they were relatively ignoring each other. They're standing at a corner with relatively low traffic, and the crosswalk lights up. What happens is that Kon is walking somewhat in front of Danny, when a car comes veering around the corner. It's going fast enough that it would've most certainly hit Kon, if he weren't half-kryptonian.

And also if it weren't for the fact that Danny is faster. Before Kon can dive out of the way of the oncoming speeder, an arm snakes around his waist and he's yanked back and onto the ground. Seconds later, the car whizzes past, a hairsbreadth away from Kon's feet.

"Shit." He says without thinking, slack-jawed and shocked for multiple reasons, and he continues to not think as he tacks on; "Good reflexes."

He turns to look at his supposed savior, and sees a boy with long, dark lashes and even longer hair, pretty blue eyes, and propping himself up on his elbow. The boy gives him a sarcastic smile, "Thanks," he says, "made them myself. You alright?"

"Just peachy." Kon manages to get out, and watches the boy unwrap his arm from around his waist and get up, and then thinks to get up himself.

"You'd think that guy was being chased by the Bat himself." The boy quips dryly, brushing himself off. "He's in the wrong city for that, Gotham is the next storm cloud over."

Kon snorts, and somehow manages to get the pretty boy's name and number, offering to show him the best places in Metropolis as repayment for "saving" him. The rest is history. They start out friends, and only start dating half a year later. Kon was visiting Metropolis to visit Clark and Lois, and heads back to Smallville after he's done -- which is fortunate. Because it's about five hours closer to Illinois than Metropolis, which makes popping by Amity Park to see Danny occasionally just a liitttle bit easier.

Over 900 prompt

Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.

Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.

Just think of the hilarious reactions

Caue this immediately popped into my head.

Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*

Tim: ....you good?

Kon: danny is the clone of Batman

Tim: ...

Kon: I'm the clone of Superman

Tim:...

Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!

[naturalskincarebrands]

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[fuckyeahisawthat]

It's funny cause it's kind of the flip side of people saying Jayce is vain because we see him check his appearance in a mirror once. Because imo they are both doing a very similar thing, which is constantly being aware of how they are presenting themselves to meet certain social expectations.

Other people have already noted some of the things Jayce does with his appearance in s1 to fit a certain ideal of respectable, wholesome but non-threatening masculinity (the Nice Young Man image): he's clean-shaven with neat, short hair; he's always wearing a uniform of some sort, either his Academy uniform or his house colors once he becomes a Councillor; he's a big dude but he almost never emphasizes that with his body language in a way that could be intimidating. This is all very obvious in retrospect because we get to see him after he stops caring about presenting that image.

If anything I think Viktor would be even more conscious of the image he presents to the world because he is very aware of his outsider status in Piltover. It is pretty much the first personal detail we learn about him (and that he shares with Jayce). Before he got to be a lab gremlin with Jayce for years he was (1) an Academy student who probably had to constantly combat classist and ableist assumptions people made about him and (2) Assistant to the Dean, a position in which he'd have to get all kinds of people to take him seriously as Heimerdinger's representative. You better believe he was scrupulously well-groomed at all times, perfect uniform (we also only ever see him in his Academy uniform), probably mending that shit himself if it got the slightest rip or tear because the rich kids whose place in society is secure can afford to be sloppy but he can't.

In his youth I think classism would have been the much more obvious thing he was trying to combat. Then as he gets sicker and more visibly disabled there are more and more assumptions made about what he can and can't do for himself. Even when he is literally dying and probably interacting with no one other than Jayce and Sky most days, he still comes to work in a vest and tie and looking probably as put together as is physically possible for him at that point.

And that's before we even get to his whole thing about trying to make himself physically "perfect" in order to be loved!!

my opinion: all these jayvik headcanons, where viktor is portrayed as a very unhygienic dude who doesn't know what shower gel and toothpaste are, are classist and ableist

[pure-health]

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[myespresso]

attractive things they do while you're dating

pairing: batboys (plus clark lol) & reader ❀ׄ ꥈ

𓍢ִ໋☕ cassidy's note: for funsies. not edited. i love reading variations of these. i haven't written since 2020. if you can like this, reblog too.

bruce 🦇ᡣ𐭩˚.

navigating paparazzi: the careful way he guides you to block the flaring flashes from cameras with his broad shoulders.

bruce wraps his fingers to pull on your waist, tugging you further behind him, ensuring no shots of you are taken on what was meant to be a private night out.

despite the urgency of the situation--his face still stays controlled and imperturbable, but his grip is firm to reassure you, as he leans down and mumbles in your ear, "just a bit farther, the car's close," before his voice cuts through the cries and shutters lowly: "we're done here."

listens intently, and remembers every single detail about you, despite whether you think it's significant or not for him to know.

bruce stores your favorite shampoo and conditioner in his bathroom when you stay the night over.

and when you're sitting on the edge of his sink, removing his makeup from under his eyes, you notice it sitting amongst his own body-wash and pine scented soap.

but when you ask him about it, he simply shrugs and waves it off.

dick 🏙ɞ♥️*

teaches you self defense: his hands gently curl over yours to demonstrate how they should look before you throw a punch.

his touch is light, "keep your thumb on the outside", dick's finger taps the inside of your palm, "if you keep it inside, you'll break it--not fun."

he whistles when you hit him solidly in the side with a wide grin, despite the force of your blow, "better."

insists on helping you put on all your jewellery and shoes.

he turns you around, and pulls your hair to one side of your neck, before fiddling with the clasp. he's clumsy at first, but eventually gets the hang of it the more he does it. his hands linger on the slope of your neck for a moment longer than necessary.

later, as you reach for your shoes, he beats you to it, kneeling in front of you. dick's motions are all exaggerated as he does it.

your hand cards through his hair when he's looking up through his lashes after he's fastened the straps, and kissing the inside of your calf slowly.

jason ❤️‍🩹⋆｡

reads on public transportation: jason pulls out a beat up paperback he picked up from a secondhand bookstore from his back pocket. it has dog eared pages and a weathered spine.

there's a baby crying on the train, but he doesn't seem to notice as he flicks a ringed finger to the page he last read.

he pulls a pencil from his jacket pocket, and traces a line in a passage--a part he thinks you'd like. when he leans forward, his shirt rides up a bit so a strip of his skin is visible to you.

doesn't wipe your lipgloss from his cheek.

the shimmer from it stains his cheek after you pressed a kiss to it. you go to wipe it with a laugh, reaching with your thumb, and jason catches it mid-air. "you've got glitter on your face jay, people are gonna-"

"next time, wear red."

tim 🪽❥˚

gnaws at his lip as he concentrates.

the hum of the keys click in the batcave and papers rustle. tim's focus is sharp as he attempts piecing together his newest case, and his teeth catch in his bottom lip. an unconscious habit.

you can't help but tease him about it, "that's a terrible habit to have, you know that?" you lean against his desk."it helps me think."

sure enough, he does it again. "you're gonna chew your lip off your face one day." his lips curve upwards at your observation, but your gaze was now intense as you observed his lip in his teeth, and before you can state another snarky remark, he shoots you a knowing look before pulling your belt loops, and kissing you.

wears your hair tie on his wrist. it was never really ever a big deal. one day you handed it to him while getting ready for bed one night as you pulled out your ponytail and he snapped it onto his wrist without much thought. now, it's routine. it doesn't matter where he is exactly, if tim's at a gala or in a meeting or out in gotham on patrol, the hair tie is around his wrist.

you heard him cursing from the other room when he misplaced it once.

clark 🌟.*☆

saves you a seat, always: whether it's evenings in or out, clark always makes you feel like you're the most important person there.

it's not something that's said but understood, as he pulls the chair next to him, letting it be out long enough for you to get comfortable, before gently scooting it inwards.

when you eat, and when he thinks you're not looking--clark will adjust your plate, and glace over at your water glass to make sure it is filled. and if you want extra bread, don't even worry because he kept an extra piece on his plate for you.

pushing his glasses up. there's something kinda charming about the way he does it that you wish you could explain it better. it's absentminded, he does it a lot!

when he's looking over articles or reading or just talking to you. in the elevator, he'll lean forward to look over the numbered floors, and they won't stay in place, sliding down the bridge of his nose. you don't say anything, but smile slightly, and he'll return it goofily and with more teeth, before he asks, "what?"

tags: @retvenkos

[cxnicalcherub]

going cuckoo bananas at the thought of being könig’s passenger princess <3

because we all know what a control freak he is, right? he eats the same 3 meals every day, he gets the same groceries every week, he gets the same brand of shampoo and conditioner he’s been using since he was sixteen, and he most certainly drives the two of you everywhere. and of course he always takes his beast of a car. his volkswagen atlas is one of the very few vehicles than can fit his staggering frame, and you don’t think your feet can reach the pedals even with the seat all of the way forward. years upon years of driving military vehicles has allowed him to be more relaxed behind the wheel. of course, he’s always careful. he has precious cargo, after all. but as soon as könig sits in the driver’s seat, it’s as though every car on the road listens to him. and even during the times traffic gets a little chaotic, könig is still as under control than ever. though, his language does get a little more colorful…

with one hand on your thigh and the other on the 9 o’lock position of the wheel, könig finds that being your personal chauffeur scratches the very same itch that carrying your grocery bags does. the itch to dote on you, to make sure you never lift a finger around him, to prove to you that he is worthy of being yours and that he’s more than just a governmental battering ram. he’s your driver, your pillow during the nights he’s home, your personal chef because he always fusses so much over you once he sees what food you survive on while he’s away, your handyman. hell, he even tried being your accountant when you were struggling with your taxes, but you had to put your foot down at some point.

the best part about könig being your driver, you think, is the fact that he has no qualms about pulling to the side of the road and pulling you into the backseat. it doesn’t matter where you are, what time it is, how many other vehicles are on the road—könig will find the nearest secluded place to fold you in half if you so much as look at him a certain way. it’s gotten to a point where the middle console consists of your favorite gum, his personal handgun, and three boxes of condoms. and if you wear a skirt? oh you bet your pretty ass his hand is gonna be up it. and, gods forbid, you forgo underwear as well? yeah his fingers are going inside of you one way or another. it’s just one of the many roadside services that come with having könig as your driver <3

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

Morning routine- Yandere kidnapper! x fem reader!

This is incredibly Yan nanami coded, and I refuse to apologise

@snail-day you understand the vision

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There is starting to be a routine to these days now.

He likes to let you sleep in most mornings, preferring to get up himself to do the chores and get breakfast ready for the both of you. Today he has chosen to make you a treat and go for pancakes, allowing them to come to room temperature on the kitchen table while he gets you up.

Your routine begins with the unlocking of your hand cuff while he peppers your face with kisses. Even though by now you've mostly settled into your role as his sweet little lady, he cannot be too secure. (Especially after the incident with you trying to break open the child safety locks in the bathroom cabinet) he always without fail will check for any bruises or sores to kiss better as you lay limply in his arms. You used to be much more of a wriggler he remembers but he supposes you probably still have some of the sedative in your system. No worries, he can simply carry you to the bathroom. Sitting you down onto the little shower stool he installed after your last accident caused you to hobble round the home for a few couple months. He decided the stool was a good precaution to avoid any further accidents between you two.

He unbuttons your sleep shirt easily before turning the water on, making sure it's just perfect before he cleans you off from the night before. Taking extra care when his fingers graze your inner thighs to only wash off the memories of last night with a tenderness he didn't show you then. Tilting your hair back to rinse shampoos and conditioner- a small fortune spent on what goes into your routine. Once you're clean it continues, he wraps you warmly and sits you down to your ten step skincare routine. Always setting a two minute timer exactly for him to brush your teeth. You're still so lethargic for this, opening your mouth without resistance. Before you'd end up spitting out blood by the end of it, but now he can be much more gentle.

Again he carries you to the bedroom, drying your hair before he picks out a new outfit for the day. Your wardrobe consists mainly of sundresses, not because he prefers how you look in them. But because they are just far more accessible for the both of you, easier to slip on and off. He helps you up again, you can walk now but he just wants to be safe when it comes to you, taking your arm to carefully lead you to the table.

By now your pancakes and hot chocolate are lukewarm as he cuts them into bite sized pieces. Gently feeding you as he calls out sweet little praises, dabbing at the syrup that falls down your chin with a delicate sigh. Your eyes don't react much to this anymore, each swallow is wary as if you wonder which bite will contain the sedative that keeps you frozen on the sofa while he is at work. But if you refuse to eat he is not above forcing nutrition into you by any means necessary. For all the gentleness that he performs now, it has cost you every sharp tooth and nail you fought with.

Once the plate is clear he gives you the little cup of your vitamins and pills. He tries to make sure your diet is well rounded but unfortunately it is hard to keep your vitamin d levels up from within the flat. Perhaps one day the two of you will have a garden with a tall fence around. Then maybe you could go outside for a bit each day, maybe without supervision. But for now you'll only feel the sun on your face through an open window. The pills have changed since you first were brought to your new home, originally it was only sedatives and birth control. One to keep you complacent and the other because a baby right then would have not helped you to settle down. Now the sedition is at a much lower dose, carefully weaning you from it to avoid any long term effects, and the birth control has swapped places with the prenatal vitamins, just in case any happy accidents occur. On some days they change, after your last accident he withheld any pain relief for a week to make sure you learned the lesson properly. He wouldn't want to have to teach you again.

He takes the cup up to your lips waiting for you to swallow them, you open your mouth when finished to prove no pill was stashed away. Your obedience is rewarded again with another flurry of kisses, trailing down your neck to the collarbone. He only stops once his alarm goes off, reminding him to leave for work in ten minutes, grumbling as he fixes his tie and loads the dishwasher.

He takes you to the living room finally, placing you down on your side of the sofa, a blanket draped over your shoulders and a second left over your legs. He reminds you that there is a snack plate and a lunch box ready for you in the fridge for when you get peckish. There are different hobbies to occupy you within arms reach, all of them domestic and soft just as he wants you to be. Embroidery, knitting, reading. The remote is available but he has most things on child lock so there isn't a point. He places a sippy cup of water down on the table as though that's nothing out of the ordinary before he crouches in front of you expectantly.

You lean forward and graze your chapped lips against his forehead. He brightens up and returns the kiss to you with all the passion you lacked.

“Goodbye my heart, I'll call you once I'm on break.”

He reluctantly makes his way to leave, making sure to not slam the door on his exit. Leaving you to collapse into the nest of pillows and wait.

He didn't even leave your cane to help you get around.

[cathnospam]

Bakugo loves doing his girlfriend’s hair.

He especially loves it when it’s time to take down your braids/faux locs. He enjoys working with his hands and having you between his legs as a show is on is one of his favorite pastimes.

“Ah…” You groan in relief finally taking out a knot that was in the root of your hair, scratching it like crazy your Blondie notices and takes note for when he takes out a braid as well to scratch the area.

“What are you doing next?” His voice having that same gruffness, but filled with a layer of affection. Genuinely wanting to know so he can prepare to take you to the beauty supply to buy your items.

“I may let my hair rest and do some flexing rod curls.”

“What are ….flexi—-those?” He tried to pronounce it, but failed. You chuckle a little at his error and explain to him, but he still couldn’t quite understand so he went on Pinterest to see. Already imaging the example pictures as you his eyebrows flew up in amusement.

“Oh shit. Fuck yeah do these. You wanna go tomorrow to get the stuff?”

You giggle, “Yes, please. I just need edge control I think.”

Once his dorm floor was filled with synthetic hair you twirl your hands to pick up the remnant and he watches you again.

His curiosity about you always peaked during these times and it was so cute.

“I can just vacuum it y’know.”

“Yes! But not these big pieces of hair, they’ll clump up and ruin your vacuum. Don’t worry I got it.”

After you toss out the hair you look in the mirror at your mini braid out and scratch your hair, when he finishes vacuuming he goes into your drawer to get the detangling brush, shampoo and deep conditioner to wash your hair just like how you showed him.

Scratching and cleaning your scalp, sometimes you feel him brush back your baby hair very gently with just his fingers when he shampoos your hair, your eyes were closed, but you felt his intense stare at you as he does so. You were so beautiful in your natural state. He couldn’t help but sneak in a kiss.

Bakugo loved the intimacy that came with doing your hair. And he loves caring for your hair as well.

[hollyoongs]

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 𝗝𝗔𝗬's 𝗩𝗘𝗥 !

prólogo Patience. A virtue that Jay knew very well, used a lot when treating members or as when he expected an online purchase, he had it very controlled. Although you knew exactly how to make that virtue go to zero. [MASTERLIST]

elenco park jongseong x f!reader

género smut with plot

antes de leer brat!reader, brat tammer!jay, mean dom!jay, edging, use of sexual toy (vibrator), bondage (jay ties reader wrists), alcohol consumption, alcohol play (briefly by Jay), unprotected sex (are we surprised atp), orgasm denial, edging, rough sex, breeding, pet names (slut, brat, baby), degradation, let me know if i missed anything.

# palabras + 4k

You have lost count of how many warning looks Jay has given you in the last five minutes.

After finishing their last Coachella performance, all the members felt light knowing how they gave their all, no remorse, and checked that stage off their bucket lists. Being backstage with his dad beside you was a whole new experience, even more so when you two found yourselves tearing up, not being able to contain the pride.

You stayed for a while, congratulating the members left and right, and he didn't make you leave his side, nor your lips, not caring at all about the teasing comments made by his members—you could only laugh between kisses, your cheeks burning with happiness rather than embarrassment. The members started doing their own thing.

"Are you going to stay to see the rest of the shows?" You said, kissing the tip of his nose, an action that made him scrunch it.

"No, I’m actually going to the hotel room. They want me to make a Weverse live for my birthday." After he said that, you smiled. "Why?"

“Because I’m also leaving for the hotel. Your dad insists on taking me to the hotel safely.” He rolled his eyes before looking at his dad, who was more occupied taking pictures of the achievements of his son.

“Good thing we are staying in the same hotel.” You smiled at his words before giving him a peck.

“See you later, baby. Bye, guys!” The last part you screamed at, catching their attention as you waved dramatically with both hands, prompted a chorus of cheers and a few exaggerated whistles from the members.

You walked away backwards, still smiling, still waving, and caught one last look at him: tired but glowing, shoulders relaxed after all the performance.

The ride to the hotel was quiet and calm; it was a comfortable silence. His dad made some light conversation, but you could tell he was just as emotionally spent. When you got to the lobby, he handed you your room key, gave you a sincere pat on the back, and gave you a knowing smile.

Back in your room, the first thing you did was to open your bag. The first thing that catches your eye is exactly what you were looking for, a black plastic bag that contained your very first lingerie, something that you bought a few weeks ago for this day. You neatly put the pieces on top of your bed, and your eyes widen a little bit when you see the lack of coverage. Sure, lingerie was supposed to do that.

The pieces themselves were beautiful; the black color with delicate lace was eye-catching, but it was bold itself—and definitely bolder than anything you’d ever worn before. You ran your fingers over the soft fabric, the intricate patterns of the lace. The bra had thin straps and a dainty bow in the center, while the bottoms were barely there, cut high and trimmed with the same lace. Your heart pounded just a little harder now.

You entered the shower, this time, your routine even more elaborate than usual. Shampoo, conditioner, hair gloss, bar soap, body scrub—you used everything because tonight felt like it deserved more. The steam wrapped around you like a gentle hug, and you took your time, the intention clear as the day, to feel like your best self for him and you. The fact that you were doing this out of love and confidence, not obligation, crashed you, bringing a smile to your face.

By the time you stepped out, the mirror was completely fogged. You wiped a small circle and caught your reflection—flushed and glistening. You wrapped yourself in a towel and padded back into the bedroom, where the lingerie still waited patiently on the bed.

Getting dressed felt like stepping into another version of yourself—one that was still you, just sexier. Hair and makeup were done many songs later, you stood again to go to the bathroom to grab the body lotion, unconsciously checking yourself out.

“Fuck, I look hot,” you admit to your reflection, and even though it made you giggle, the words felt good—true. You noticed the way the lace hugged your curves, the bold contrast against your skin, and, of course, the minimal changes to your makeup that made the look complete.

You dabbed on your favorite perfume—ears, thighs, every key point of your body that you knew he loved to kiss. The scent mingled with the soft air of the hotel room, mixing with the scent of the apple cinnamon candles you lit up. Walking back to your back, you took out the outfit of the night, the same outfit as your first date: a black leather mini skirt with your loose white cropped button-up, his oversized leather jacket of the same color that you stole, and your boots.

You dressed up easily, satisfied with the overall result after not seeing the lingerie peeking. The gloss you accidentally brought to the bathroom was now useful as you gave your lips another coat of it. You speed up, blowing off all the candles to pick up your phone. Jay has been live for almost fifteen minutes, even sending you a message that he would be alone doing that live way before he started it. Oh, you truly took your sweet time.

With the room key card in hand, you rushed to the elevator. The elevator dinged softly as you reached Jay’s floor, stepping out quietly while keeping your head low. The hallway was empty, and you padded toward his door with the same knock you used every time you visited him under the radar.

“Oh, wait. It’s probably a staff member.” You could hear the chair being moved, and soon the door opened. He looked at you completely wide-eyed, mouth agape, as his eyes scanned you. “Wow… you look, wow.”

“Came a little early, hope you don’t mind.” You said low enough so only he can be the only one hearing, and his hand travels to yours to make you do a small turn on the same spot, seeing a smile on his face.

“Is this the outfit that I think it is?” You smiled in affirmation, and he happily nodded. “Wait for me for five minutes; I’m still answering questions right now.” You softly pecked his lips before moving away, easily making your way to the sofa in his room thanks to the wide distance that helped you pass without touching the camera.

The space where he was streaming was decorated with a shiny blue metallic tinsel curtain, silver ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons with other ones, and on top of the table a cake shaped like a guitar. “Sorry, the staff came to check on everything.”

He went back to answer questions in both English and Korean; his voice for you was magnetic. How he always found the words so easily and expressed himself with such grace was the first thing that attracted you to him. He looked so relaxed, phone in his hand as he comfortably manspread on the chair.

You sat quietly on the couch, legs crossed, hands neatly intertwined over your skirt to behave as patiently as possible. Five minutes turned into fifteen, and you found yourself growing a little desperate; the idea that was creating in your head was risky, way too risky. You took your jacket off and later your shoes. After neatly folding the jacket, you stood up, walking right behind the camera so that Jay could have a look at you.

His eyes went directly to yours for a quick moment before looking at the camera again, your fingers going directly to the buttons of your shirt to reveal the top part of the lingerie. Jay's eyes went back to you in an instant; his face was using every muscle of it to not make a face, but his eyes couldn't leave alone your nipples that were visible on that lingerie and the way the lace curved perfectly over your chest.

You watched him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, his hand subtly tightening around the phone as he answered another comment, his voice wavering while responding with something generic about his favorite birthday memory. He couldn’t fool you; his eyes focused on the lens, but they kept darting back to you. He was being too patient.

You could tell you were playing with his patience as you kept going, fingers now working slowly on the zipper of your skirt and carefully taking it off your body, bare legs revealed, and so your thong. The entire image of you made his ears turn pink. He shifted in his seat before sighing.

“Hold on, let me take this cake off. I promise I will eat this later." He took the cake and quickly moved to you, leaving the cake on another table in the hotel room. “Can you please behave?”

“No, and you know how excited I get when I give you a present.” You covered your index finger with a little of the whipped cream from the cake, licking it as you locked eyes with him; his jaw got tense, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I will finish in a couple of minutes. Cut it,” he said, before leaving you to go back to sit and focus on the last few minutes of the stream. You smiled innocently, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. He sat back down, and before you did on the couch, you went to grab the wine bottle. You felt his gaze on your ass as you carefully poured the liquid into a glass. When you sat on the couch, you purposely let your legs fall open just enough to let him see the string that barely covered your entrance.

The moment you decided to look back at him, your free hand had a mind of its own, slowly making its way to your entrance. The route that your fingers were taking, so did Jay’s eyes, after going back to the phone.

You tapped a little before concentrating your index and middle fingers on your clit, causing a delicious friction that caused you to softly bite your lower lip, covering the whimper that was threatening to escape from your mouth. Jay didn’t look at you again after that. Not even once. He kept his gaze firmly on his phone, answering the last few comments, bowing politely, and thanking fans for their birthday wishes in that gentle tone of his.

You kept your movements slow through the lace, head falling back against your couch with your eyes fluttering, but you made sure he got the full view of just how much you were enjoying yourself, preparing for him.

“I’ll see you in our next album… Uh, what was it?” Jay’s voice stumbled slightly when he was finally saying his last words, the smallest stumble in his normally flawless tone—and it made you feel like you won.

You pressed a little harder, hips subtly lifting from the couch, the friction driving you mad as much as you knew it was driving him mad. His eyes were moving quickly as he was trying to remember and not to look at you. “Desire: Unleash. I’ll see you there. Thank you.”

You didn’t even hear how he stood up to end the stream, only hearing how rushed it was, footsteps loud enough to make you know he was coming. You barely had time to breathe before Jay was standing over you, grabbing the wine glass from your hand and setting it down with a sharp clink on the side table. His hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, pulling it away from your core, your wetness glistening on your fingertips.

"Such a fucking brat," he muttered under his breath.

You smirked up at him, truly enjoying the moment. "You were taking too long. I had to entertain myself. I even prepared myself, see?"

You took his hand as you guided him inside the throng, letting him feel just how soaked you were. His fingers slipped easily against your folds, the lace doing little to hide the heat of your skin. Jay's breath stopped for a second—just for a second—before he yanked his hand back with a low growl.

There was no humor in the way he dragged you up from the couch and into his chest, holding your wrists behind your back with one hand. You gasped at the sudden loss of freedom, knowing how you fucked it up, but it will be worth it.

"You think you can touch what's mine without permission?" He said lowly against your ear, his lips brushing your skin and making you shiver. "You think you can act like a little slut in front of me and not expect consequences?"

Your knees nearly buckled at his words, but he suddenly threw you to the bed. There were a few presents in the room, and he undid the bow of one gift, coming back to you to tie it around your wrist to the headboard of the bed. “Since you can’t behave, you don’t get to touch anything unless I say so.”

Your head got tilted up by him, his eyes showing dominance as he scanned the lingerie, your legs closed. “What are you wearing?”

“Your birthday present, wanted to try something new,” you said in a sweet tone, even batting your lashes —causing Jay to smirk. His fingertips traced the bow at your wrists with an almost featherlight touch.

“You always think you can get away with anything just because you look cute.” You tried shifting your legs, but he caught the movement instantly, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart so you could be completely exposed to him. “And this is supposed to be my birthday present?”

He stood up to grab the glass of wine you left forgotten and soon came back. He drank a little himself, and you could see his Adam's apple going up and down, savoring the alcohol.

“You were touching yourself without my permission.” He looked at the amount he left on the glass, bringing it closer to your chest and pouring a little on top of your breasts, his tongue touching your skin as it went up to your neck. You moaned at the feeling, unconsciously turning your head to the opposite side he was going for.

His lips grazed your ear, biting it lightly. “You think that’s allowed, baby?”

You shook your head, more focused on trying not to think about the fire between your thighs that was turning unbearable. “No… but it felt so good,” you whined, tugging the restraint instinctively, the need to touch him increasing.

“And you are still being a brat.” With his free hand, he tore the thong down your legs, the fabric snapping against your skin before it hit the floor; the sudden roughness made your eyes wide. The glass was forgotten once again on the table next to his bed, soon positioning himself between your trembling thighs.

“You want to be good for me now, baby?” He asked, kissing on top of your knee, slowly working his way up your thigh.

“Y-yes,”

“Too late,” Jay smirked, his hands now on your hip to hold you down. “Brats get punished.” Before you could beg, his mouth was on you — everywhere but where you needed him the most. From his thighs to even the curve of your belly, he delivered kisses and even little nips. You whimpered, tugging uselessly at the ribbon.

“Jay, please…” you moaned as he sucked a spot on the back of your ear. His hand grabbed your face, and his lips were on yours. You were surprised by how he sucked your tongue, the new sensation stimulating enough to make you moan into his mouth; your head was already fuzzy.

His touch left your body again to look for his bag, moving around until he found something; your mouth opened a little when you focused your whole attention on it. “I bought this to use after Coachella since I remembered how badly you wanted one.”

He left the small vibrator on the table to take off all his clothes, right in front of you, chuckling a little as you got yourself loose in his body, “But I will ask you, can I use it on you?”

“Yes, love. Y-you can; you earned it.” A satisfied smile appeared on his face; he grabbed his phone to connect it and then placed it right on top of your aching clit. The chair that he used to sit in minutes before was dragged to be in front of the bed, right where you were. He sat there, his right hand grabbing his cock while the left one was holding his phone.

Jay leaned back lazily, stroking himself at a very slow pace at the view of you. The sudden movement of the vibrator made your whole body jolt, making you gasp as your hips bucked against the buzz. The noises you made were music to Jay’s ears.

“You’re such a view, baby. All tied up, dripping just from a little toy, and my cock in your line of sight.” Your body heated even more, bothered by the fact of how good he was making you feel even without doing anything. “Not so cocky now, baby?”

You licked your lips when you saw how his thumb was running over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that was already leaking there; your answer was a broken moan, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Jay tilted his head at you, and you wanted to assume it was almost sympathetic. "You’re close already, aren't you?" he said, smirking when he saw the way your body shivered in a desperate attempt to hold yourself back. "Poor thing. Haven't even touched you properly yet."

You nodded frantically; your body was screaming for him. He leaned forward slightly, teasing himself with long, quite lazy strokes while his thumb on his phone hovered over the intensity levels of the vibrator.

"Here’s the deal, baby," he murmured. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so. You even think about cumming without permission, and I'll leave you tied up and begging all night. Understood?"

"Y-yes,"

"Good girl." The praise nearly shattered you, but not as much as the vibrator that turned up a notch.

“Fuck, Jay!” You sobbed his name, feeling your body jerk with the sudden spike in pleasure. He watched you like it was the best show he’d ever seen; his hand also sped up into stroking his cock.

"You look so fucking pretty when you're desperate," Jay growled. "Bet your pussy's clenching around nothing, huh? So empty, so needy for me…"

“Yes, baby.” You whimpered, rolling your hips in tiny circles against the vibrator without thinking, chasing the high that was building far too fast.

Jay caught that instantly. "Ah, ah," he said sharply, turning the toy off completely.

You cried out in frustration, shaking your head. "No, no, please, Jay, please—"

"You're not listening," he tsked, standing up from the chair and towering over you. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, so close, yet so out of reach. "Bad girls don't get to cum."

The tears that welled up in your eyes were actually threatening to fall from how devastatingly good he made you feel even when he was denying you everything. He knelt on the bed, one hand gripping your chin roughly to make you look him dead in the eyes.

"You’re going to learn," he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours for a second, "that your pussy belongs to me and my cock is yours, baby."

His lips went to yours again, a sharp slap on your pussy that caused you to let out a gasp against his lips. "And you’ll cum when I tell you to," he said, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you moan before pulling back.

Without another word, he turned the vibrator back on, pressing it harder against your swollen, throbbing clit, immediately throwing you back into a writhing mess. He teased you completely — turning it up, then down, removing it altogether just when you felt yourself start to tip over the edge, smirking every time you sobbed in frustration, your consistent hip movements making the bed move.

"I could do this all night," he said, dragging the vibrator slowly up and down your folds, teasing your entrance before bringing it back to your clit. "Until you're crying and begging properly."

"Please," you gasped out, voice shaking, tears finally slipping down your temples. "I'll be good, Jay, I swear, just—"

"That's it," he said, finally satisfied. "That's the voice I wanted." Jay climbed fully onto the bed now, lining himself up between your trembling thighs. He turned off the vibrator, tossing it aside, and you cried out again at the loss, only for him to grip the base of his cock and rub the head along your dripping entrance, a relieved gasp leaving your mouth.

"You want this?" he asked, his voice wrecked with restraint.

"Yes," you sobbed. "God, yes, Jay. I need you so bad." Without warning, he slammed into you in one hard, perfect thrust. Your scream echoed off the walls, and you were sorry for the member next door. He didn’t give you time to adjust, starting to pound into you mercilessly, hands gripping your legs to be up so tight you knew there would be bruises later. His cock stretched you perfectly, every thrust hitting so deep you saw stars behind your eyes.

"You're mine," he growled into your ear. "Say it."

"Yours, yours, only yours," you babbled, delirious with pleasure, mindless under the feeling of him finally fucking you the way you needed. His right hand went to the ribbon, untying it fast just to have you grab your own legs, his hands now on the headboard as he increased his speed. “I love you, Jay.”

“I love you more, baby. Fuck, this pussy feels like heaven.” You two were a vocal mess, so consumed by the pleasure that you were not caring about anything. “Wrap your legs around me.”

You did as he said; he pushed you up a little so you two were face-to-face, his pace never slowed down, and despite you trying to actually look at his eyes, the orgasm you had to hold was ready to snap.

“Shit, Jay, let me cum, please.” Your walls were squeezing him, his cock twitching inside you as he tried so hard to hold himself back just a little longer, but you felt so good he would do it at the same time as you.

"Cum for me," he finally ordered with his forehead pressed to yours, the same desperation you had plastered on his tone. “Let go, baby. Give it to me.”

You came so hard it was blinding, your body locking up, squeezing his cock so tightly he cursed loudly, fucking you through it, not slowing down for a second. A few messy and frantic strokes were enough to bury himself deep as his hot and overwhelming release stayed inside you.

Jay kissed you as you broke apart underneath him, his hands everywhere soothing you. “You did so good for me.” Soft kisses were now delivered over your jaw and cheeks. “So fucking perfect for me.”

He pulled out as carefully as he could, laying you back down, and he did the same right next to you, pulling you into his chest immediately, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You nuzzled into him; your body was completely spent, and your heart was pounding against your ribs.

You tilted your chin up, gazing up to meet his eyes, the same eyes he always puts on when he sees you, or how he likes to say, ‘the look of love.’

“Happy birthday and wrap of Coachella,” you said against his lips. Your throat was hurting, although that was not your concern at the moment. He laughed a little at the sudden sentence.

“Best birthday ever… Sorry if I was too rough, baby.”

“I loved it; I would do that again.”

TAGLIST (OPEN): @heesexual74 @vixialuvs @riqomi @beomgyus11 @starry-eyed-bimbo @rawrrxan @veilstqr @k1ttyjwon @fancypeacepersona @kittympirty (COMMENT TO BE ADDED)

─── JAYCHELLA! posted right on time (11: 15) i think this one is the longest of all this serie, i decided to not only do jaychella but also join his birthday with it, two in one you can say. see you tomorrow with jake's!

[honeytonedhottie]

it girls guide to haircare, from glossy curls to flawless braids⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💕🧁

your hair is your CROWN 👑 and the prettiest hair is always the healthiest. so in this post i wanna explore tips, routines and recipes that can help you to have healthier hair and start ur haircare journey…💬🎀

BUILDING A HAIRCARE ROUTINE ;

when it comes to building a routine of any sort, consistency is key! the main components of building a MEAN hair care routine are the following ; cleansing, deep conditioning and nourishment. think of ur hair like a garden that you have to water and nourish and in return it'll grow and be beautiful. thats the way that hair is! it needs tender loving CARE to be as beautiful as it can be.

wash 1-2x a week depending on how much u need to, but avoid washing it every single day because it strips ur hair of its natural oils and will give u dry and brittle hair. and thats NOT hot…💬🎀

🧁 cleansing ; opt for sulfate-free shampoos to keep your hair clean without stripping away natural oils.

🧁 deep conditioning ; deep conditioning is a NON-negotiable. choose protein-rich or moisture-based deep conditioners to keep ur hair strong and soft.

🧁 nourishment ; use hair masks on a weekly basis, always use a leave in conditioner or serum to lock in moisture and shield your hair from heat or environmental stressors.

so all in all, wash ur hair once a week or as much as needed, make sure that u choose moisture based, protein rich conditioners, and use hair masks weekly and invest in quality masks and oils to nourish ur hair and give it that extra UMPH.

THE GLOSSIEST CURLS ;

to achieve the glossiest prettiest curls ever, start with damp hair. apply a curl-enhancing cream, and comb through for even distribution. you can also try the LOC method, where you leave in, oil then cream ur hair. this particularly works great for hair that loses moisture.

if u have curly hair, sleeping in a silk bonnet or on silk pillowcases can help you to avoid having frizzy hair and using silk scrunchies is better for the health of ur hair + avoids breakage.

for defined curls and coils that pop, hydrate first by starting on freshly washed or damp hair. apply a leave-in conditioner for hydration. use a curl-defining cream or custard to clump and hold ur curls, make sure that ur working in sections! use a diffuser to dry your curls while keeping their shape intact and finish with a lightweight oil or shine spray for that extra glossy look.

FLAWLESS BRAIDS ;

to get sleek, flawless braids, start by detangling your hair completely. smooth your edges with a gel or edge control, and section your hair evenly. keep your braids tight but not too tight to avoid tension on your scalp. finish with a hair oil for shine and to nourish your scalp. if you’re rocking feed-in braids or box braids, don’t forget to hydrate your scalp regularly to avoid dryness or flakes.

GENERAL TIPS ;

🧁 always work in sections when ur doing ur hair bcuz it makes the process easier + more effective 🧁 deep conditioner instead of regular conditioner 🧁 wrap ur hair at night with a bonnet/sleep on silk pillowcases

AT HOME HAIR GLOSSING ROUTINE ;

for hair glossing at home, combine conditioner, olive oil, and a tablespoon of honey in a bowl and mix it together. be generous with it as u apply it to your hair. leave on ur hair for an hour. after washing ur hair blow-dry it. 

MY PERSONAL RECOMMENDATIONS ;

❤︎ i use the glossy pearl hair mask and it smells SO good, it smells like literal baby powder and it keeps my hair so incredibly soft.

❤︎ i also really love the gisou honey infused hair mask, it smells like honey (duh) and is really nourishing for my hair + leaves it nice and shiny and soft.

SILK PRESS SZN ;

the basic steps to having the best at-home silk press are simple! first, wash ur hair with a moisturizing shampoo. opt for a sulfate free shampoo that will hydrate ur hair, and not strip ur curls of their natural oils. make sure to wash shampoo ur hair 2x and make sure that theres no residual shampoo left!

deep condition ur hair and let that sit for about 30 minutes, then rinse out with cool water. the next step is also a big nonnegotiable with silk presses - using heat protectants. PROTECT YOUR HAIR. step four is to blow out ur hair with a round brush or a hair-dryer brush, after you've done this smooth some serum into ur hair for that shine and frizz free silk press that we're going for. lastly, flat iron ur hair.

so all in all these are the six steps to getting that perfect silk press at home...💬🎀

wash hair with a moisturizing shampoo

deep condition ur hair and let it sit for 30 minutes

dry ur hair and apply a heat protectant

blow out ur hair with a hair dryer brush or a round brush

smooth some serum into ur hair

flat iron ur hair

[poppyseed-cheesecake]

It wasn't easy, hiding how he felt.

It wasn't easy at all.

Here you were, finally within reach, and you sneered every time his eyes met yours. You were disgusted, scared and far from trusting him. So how could he tell you how his heart sang each time he saw you. That, had he his tail still, it would wag like that of a dog getting fed on the rare occasion you smiled in his presence.

Of course he couldn't. You'd never speak to him again. He had to take it slow, earn your trust, let you come to him.

Though he of course wasn't above using dirty tricks. You weren't exactly subtle, the one thing you liked about Sylus was his looks. So when he'd tasked you with stealing that brooch from him, it was no coincidence that you'd found him in little more than a towel or a robe multiple times.

And it had felt good, seeing you struggle, seeing your eyes flick down before quickly coming back up, your ears now a shade redder than before.

And giving Luke and Kieran that handcuff idea? Probably the smartest thing he'd done in a while. It had been the first time you'd genuinely smiled at him. Smugly, of course, but a win was a win.

You'd touched him so brazenly, Sylus had felt your nails gently graze his skin when you'd examined the hem of his robe, and it had taken him every ounce of self control to not break the flimsy cuffs and grab you right then and there. Oh how he'd longed to pull you into his lap, bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhale your scent, press you against his chest and feel your heart beat against his...

But he'd endured, not wanting to scare you away, until you'd asked one question too many and found yourself on your back, him hovering above you.

In hindsight, he regretted it.

How much longer would you have spent so close to him? Having thought him at your mercy, helpless and defeated? Would you have touched him further?

Sylus would never know, and he cursed himself for not having been more patient.

But it was all in the past now. Months later, you'd gotten kind of used to him at least. No doubt due to his constant efforts to be a part of your day to day life.

You even texted him first sometimes, like yesterday, for example.

-got mission in n109 zone, few days, lemme crash at ur place?-

He couldn't help but smile. Of course you could "crash" at his place. And he was grateful you'd given him a day in advance to prepare. The kitchen was stocked up with the sweets and instant noodles you liked. Your favourite coffee brand was ready for you, and so were the expensive shampoo and conditioner that you wanted to buy but that "just wasn't worth it".

Everything was ready for you. Including Sylus himself, of course.

He'd taken note of wich shirts had gained him lingering looks in the past. It was always a good choice to start the day buttoned up and end it naturally with a bit of cleavage. Apropos, you were going to come back soon from your last hunt for the day, Mephisto had done a good job keeping tabs on you without you noticing.

Quickly, Sylus got on all fours and began doing pushups, keeping and eye on Mephistos steadily incoming reports.

Good, you'd be here in about ten minutes.

Tossing his clothes aside, he took a quick shower before checking in the mirror. Satisfied with his pump, he wrapped himself in an expensive robe, leaving his hair slightly wet on purpose.

Just in time for your steps to announce your arrival. The shared livingroom door opened, and he could hear you sigh, then knock on the bathroom door.

"Yes?"

"You gonna be in there much longe-"

Sylus opened the door, perfectly timed to interrupt you. His right hand leaning high against the doorframe blocked you from entering immediately, and he didn't miss your gaze flicking over his entire body more than once before landing on his face.

"Sweetie, you look exhausted."

And positively ravishing, with your hair dishevelled, dirt and specks of blood staining your face, and your cheeks ever so slightly flushed, as you held his gaze steadfast. No doubt focusing hard on not taking a few more looks down.

"...Yeah no shit..."

Your voice was a bit more timid, less forceful, than you'd probably intended. But you still didn't look away, it took Sylus everything to not grab your face and- No, he shouldn't even think about it that only made it harder. He allowed himself to pointlessly wipe a bit of blood from your cheek though, long fingers tracing along your jaw, before stepping aside to allow you entry.

"I do hope this isn't yours?"

It took you a moment to swat his hand away completely and shove him out.

Your fingers were cold on his back, and he pretended to shudder.

"Go and warm up, what do you want to eat?"

The door slammed shut, but he did hear you demand "Soup" before the shower water drowned out any more noise.

It was a cold day afterall. A quick phonecall later the soup was ordered, and he was getting dressed, taking his time buttoning the shirt, not all the way up, of course.

The dinner was short and uneventful. You truly were too exhausted to even spare his chest more than a glance, and he could feel a bit of shame rising in his stomache. At least it really hadn't been your blood.

Of course you were worth every bit of effort, but he did feel a bit silly sometimes, courting you like a male bird, relying on shiny chains dangling over his muscles, using anything at his disposal to hold your attention. To make you feel anything other than fear and disgust towards him.

After you went to bed he sat in that shared livingroom, the one joining his bedroom to yours. Listening to soft pianos, quiet enough as to not disturb your sleep, but loud enough to almost overpower the sound of your breathing, because it truly was driving him insane.

You mumbled things in your sleep, higher pitched and gentler than when you spoke to him. In your sleep you weren't all fangs and claws. But sometimes you were scared. His good hearing was a curse, sometimes. When you whimpered in your sleep, no doubt dreaming of a past he hadn't been a part of, but knew well enough to understand why it tormented you.

In those moments he wanted nothing more than to rush to your side, hold you gently and make you feel safe, make all those horrible things feel so far away. But he knew you wouldn't like that in the slightest, waking up in his arms right now was probably akin to a nightmare, as much as it hurt him to admit it.

But he also couldn't ignore it completely. So he sat in the next room, listening to music just loud enough so that he could pretend not to hear you, and silently offer you support.

A few days later, much to his surprise and delight, you found yourself cooped up in his apartment. Heavy rain keeping you from your hunt. But instead of your usual grumbling you'd dropped a hefty stack of cards onto his desk.

"Hm?"

He looked up at you, genuinely wondering what you were going to do next. Sylus shouldn't have done that, you looked so beautiful from below that he forgot his own name for a moment.

"If you're not busy, let's play."

You averted your gaze, and he realized he might have been staring too intensely.

"Nevermind."

Before you could fully turn he grabbed your wrist, tugging you back.

"No, let's play."

Turned out, you were incredibly competetive, and much better at the game than he'd thought.

Quite frankly, he should take you with him, next time he was playing cards somewhere.

It was a steady back and forth of losses and wins, woth you demanding a rematch each time your own cards betrayed you.

Sylus didn't mind, you were so engrossed in the game that you forgot how you felt about him.

Slamming down cards yelling "Take this, sucker!" and collapsing dramatically into yourself when he retaliated with a devastating blow.

And you actually laughed! Full on, laughter from the chest.

Oh how he could drown in that sound. What he wouldn't give to hear it every day.

And after that rainy night of cards, something had...changed.

In a good way. Both of you had noticed.

You didn't recoil anymore, when he reached for you. There were even a few times you asked him to take you along to some of his deals.

It felt good, having you take his arm at an auction. Wearing a dress in his colours, showing off those firm shoulders, each movement a sight to behold...his view was divine, and it was a struggle to keep his hands from wandering.

But it wasn't worth risking your slowly budding trust.

So he restrained himself, letting you lead every interaction.

You didn't need to know what he did to himself later, when you were gone, while thinking of exactly what he saw that night. Of what he wanted to do to you, how he wanted to slowly take it off.

Starting with the straps on your shoulders, he'd hook his finger underneath, feel the leather press it against your skin while it would slowly glide towards the buckle. He'd pull it up a bit, watch your reaction when you'd think he was going to let it snap down onto your skin, only to pull it aside to give him access to kiss and bite as he pleased.

He would try to keep his other hand on your waist for a while, but he knew he wouldn't be able to resist sliding into the slits of the dress for long. He'd tease the edge of your underwear without ever seperating from your neck and shoulders, push up further, until that pesky belt would block him.

Would he take it off, or would that be too much time wasted? Honestly, he probably wouldn't have the patience for that. He barely had a hold on himself just holding onto your arm, and if you were to give him permission to do as he pleased? No, who was he kidding, if he truly was allowed, he'd just pull the top of the dress down. Why would he bother with that belt. He'd let his lips wander lower, hopefully your hands would be in his hair. Hopefully you'd pull him up occasionally to press your lips to his. And hopefully you'd forcefully push his head back down until you could hook one of your thighs over his shoulder.

He'd drag his mouth over the inside, too hazy to even consider closing it. Then he'd reach where he wanted to be most, and he wouldn't be able to hold onto himself for much longer. That much he knew.

There would be no dignity, or class in it, no, the first time you'd allow him you'd see him on his knees begging for a taste.

If there would be times after that, he could attempt to be dignified.

What would your voice sound like, when he'd pull your panties aside to finally taste you? Would you eventually grab his hair, hold him in place so you could grind on his nose? Ride it out, with no consideration for him or his ability to breathe? What expression would you make, when you finally came?

He dropped his palm on his face, sighing heavily.

This wasn't good. His fantasies were so many steps ahead. It was bad enough that he occasionally imagined you underneath him, his crushing weight holding you in place while he softly cooed praises in your ear, but this...was arguably even worse.

Sylus felt himself, achingly hard just at the thought. And the guilt did eat him alive, but he'd already imagined this far, and you'd gone home. So much closer to him than before, but still far too distant.

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