#SOAP SUDS UNITE!

[lxvvie]

try making biscuits on or smacking soap's ass and he'll just take your hand and put it on his dick. if you're so eager to use your hand, why not use it for a better purpose?

Johnny is such a fucking slut for you and you live for it.

You also live for teasing him so when he puts your hand on his dick, you play with it until it's hard, at which point you're like, "Meh. I wanna make biscuits again," and it's back to grabbing and smacking that ass.

Johnny groans. You're killing him here, Bonnie.

[kitkatscabinet]

Soap, Suds and the Scouser

John Price x MacTavish! reader

Summary: Due to shitty neglectful parents, Johnny's older sister had been forced to take him in and raise him as her own. As such, she's fiercely protective of him, not that he minds, at least not until she screams at his Captain.

Word count: 4.4k

Johnny doesn’t remember much of his life before you. All he remembers is feeling cold, and not understanding love until you swept into his life. From the moment you had swept into his life the dull greys had morphed into an array of colours, his unrelenting loneliness and misery chased away by the light of your affection. 

He doesn’t have a ma and pa like most other kids, and sometimes they tease him for it but he doesn’t mind, because he’s got something better. His big sister is the coolest person in the whole world! You tuck him into bed and read him bedtime stories every night. If he’s been really good he even gets to visit the base where you work sometimes. (He doesn’t understand until he’s older why you suddenly retire from the coolest job ever.)

You never yelled at him and even seemed to get upset when he wouldn’t let you know he was hungry. He cried when you scolded him for that, begged you not to send him back to the house with the angry people who sometimes forgot to feed him. He’d been surprised when instead of getting mad at him you’d started to cry, squeezing him tightly against your chest until he wriggled to be let go. 

You hugged him much more after that, pulling him close whenever he was within reach and planting raspberries on his tummy while he shrieked in laughter. You keep it up even as he gets older and tries to escape from the kisses you’d pepper his face with.  

He was fourteen the first time he snapped at you for it and the way your face had fallen would forever be burned into his brain. You pull away a little after that and Johnny feels sick with guilt, he hugs you a lot more after that.

Later in his life when asked why he’d joined the military he’d answer without hesitation, that he wanted to be like his idol. He wanted to be like you, wanted to make you proud. In a way, he wants to live up to your legacy. As a child, he hadn’t realised just how much of your life and career you’d had to give up to take care of him. 

(You’d been on track for a promotion to lieutenant, and likely would have made captain in record time too.)

As you started to near 40 Johnny was determined to step up and take care of you for once. He makes it through selection easily, but to his surprise, you’d blown up at him. He can’t remember an instance where you’d been so furious at him, not even when he’d crashed his principal's car on a dare. 

It’s the first time in his life you end up not being on speaking terms and he doesn’t know what to do. He can’t exactly leave the army, wouldn’t even if he could because finally, it feels like he has a purpose. The men in his unit instantly pick up on his sudden 180 in personality but any inquiries are instantly shut down with a glare. 

It’s the worst few months of his life, but he won’t apologise. He’s not a child anymore and he needs you to see that. He almost breaks when it’s time for his first deployment and you still aren’t on speaking terms, he’s been sleeping like shit and he misses you like a phantom limb. 

He ends up not needing to when you show up on base, with red-rimmed eyes and hollowed cheeks. Johnny crosses the distance and lets you pull him into a crushing hug, not paying any mind towards the odd stares they receive. 

“I’m sorry. Please be safe,” you whisper into the fabric of his uniform and Johnny doesn’t need you to elaborate. He doesn’t respond verbally, because there’s nothing else to be said, and simply squeezes you tighter against him for what will be the last time for a while. 

It’s hard to be away from you for so long, he’s never done it before and he’s teased relentlessly for how often he calls you. Johnny just laughs in their faces when they pout and complain when he gets your care packages, he has many emotions about your bond but shame is not one of them. 

When the plane lands on his home turf and the dust settles Johnny can’t wait to collapse into one of your hugs and he can practically taste your cooking and he wants to cry when he remembers he’ll have to wait another day. Only, when his boots hit the tarmac he only has to take a few steps before he sees you waiting for him, beaming grin as you open your arms. Dropping his bag, he closes the distance in a flash and he’s not ashamed when he pulls away and notices the wet spot he’s left on your shoulder. The next thing he notices is the uniform, his eyes widening and you laugh. 

“Now that I don’t have to look after a brat anymore I figured it was high time I became active duty again.” He can’t seem to reign in his shock, gawping like a fish and you frown in faux anger, “What? Think I’m too old to do the job? I could still put you in the ground Johnny.” The look in your eyes promises retribution if he doesn’t agree so he simply nods rapidly. 

He’s twenty-two when he gains the moniker Soap, you laugh when he tells you and his smile drops when you won’t explain what’s so amusing. (No matter how much he asks around the base all he gets is amused laughter.)

It’s not until he’s twenty-three, riding the high of being selected for an elite task force and returning home after the shit show that was Verdansk that Soap starts to learn more about the imposing history of his sister. 

He doesn’t even make it to the debriefing room, still covered in grime when he spots you stalking towards him with concerning vigour, thunder on your face that usually indicated an impending ass-whooping. 

Preemptively Johnny backs up, mouth opening to apologise for whatever he’s done, only to freeze as you march straight past him and round on his captain. “You John Price?” Soap recognises the tone and decides it’s in his best interests to stay still and silent, Gaz is openly gawking though the mask makes it impossible to gauge Ghost’s reaction. 

His captain, in a terrifying show of no self-preservation skills, nods in a ‘who wants to know’ sort of manner, brow raised and arms crossed. 

“I dinnae ken who the fuck ye think ye are - ” Oh dear. Instantly Soap’s mind blue-screened, white noise ringing in his ears. Your accent only ever got that heavy when you were truly angry, when he zoned back in you were still yelling, arms flailing to enunciate your point that had very likely become very lost in translation to his starstruck teammates. “ - Irresponsible!” 

Your chest was heaving by the time you’d finished, perfect hair even a little dishevelled. “Laswell” you nodded your head in respect towards the woman, before smiling softly when you turned to Soap. 

“Johnny, bring your teammates over for dinner when you’re free.” It’s said kindly enough but Soap knows it’s not a suggestion. You pat him lovingly on the cheek before disappearing back down the hallway. 

When the shock fades and movement becomes a possible thing again, it takes some extra cajoling to get their captain’s attention and Soap is mortified that whatever his sister said, it had so profoundly shaken the unflappable man. 

Unable to hold anyone’s gaze, Soap marches forward, resolutely staring blankly at the floor. If he’d taken more than a few seconds to gauge his Captain’s reaction, it would have been abundantly clear his frozen state wasn’t one of perceived terror but arousal. 

From the moment John Price bore witness to the fuming Scotswoman stalking towards him with the grace of an apex predator he knew he was fucked. You were an absolute vision, truth be told he barely registered the venomous words you were screaming at him, in front of his men no less. 

His dazed eyes flickering from your perfect pretty lips down to your tits, hips, thighs and back up. His brain was empty of all thoughts except for the stunning goddess and how you’d look sitting astride his lap, squeezing his cock as he mouthed at your -

He clears his suddenly dry throat, dilated pupils darting back up to flicker over your face once more as he desperately attempts to reel his focus back towards what you’re saying, to anything that’s not the aching erection begging to be freed from the confines of his tactical pants. 

Shifting his weight uncomfortably he watches as you pat Soap on the cheek lovingly, forlornly wishing that was him instead. Watching your ass sway with your departure, holding back the groan building in his throat. 

Vaguely Price was aware of the wide-eyed looks exchanged behind his back as he stomped towards his quarters, little mind was paid towards them however. His focus solely on reaching the privacy he needed, slamming the door shut with far more force than necessary as his other hand fumbled for his belt. He doesn’t bother with his pants beyond freeing his flushed cock, leaning back against the door with eyes closed to help better produce an image of your likeness in his mind to match the voice that still rang in his ears. 

Although you weren’t in any capacity attached to the 141, couldn't be due to your conflict of interest, you still shared a base. It was large enough that logistically you should have been able to work without ever seeing any of the 141. Key words being should have, because all of a sudden John Price seemed to be everywhere you turned. 

At first you’d simply assumed he was just another man in power, irritated that you’d so thoroughly dressed him down in front of his men but John Price quickly proves you wrong. He brings you tea, hustles to hold doors open and more than once you’d walked into your office to find flowers. You want to think he’s just trying to get into your good graces, trying to smooth things over with one of his teammates siblings, the denial doesn’t last long. 

You try not to be so taken by his blatant courting attempts even if you are a little confused. Nobody has ever given you this much blatant effort and it makes you feel like a little girl with her first crush instead of the grown woman you are. 

It’s embarrassing, but it’s the most romantic, the most tender that you’ve been treated pretty much since you first took in Johnny. You’d given up on several potential relationships before they could even start over the years, not willing to let him suffer from any potential breakups. 

Still, when you arrive to your office at 4am to find a bouquet of sunflowers you can’t help the way your heart hammers relentlessly against your ribcage as if trying to escape, to jump out straight into the arms of John Price. 

To Soap’s surprise, it’s his Captain who clears their schedule, getting on his sergeant’s case about the promised dinner he’d nearly forgotten about himself. When Johnny walks apprehensively through the front door of your home the anger is apparently gone and you greet them all eagerly, planting a kiss on his cheek as you ushered them all inside and towards the table. 

“Smells heavenly, thanks for having us lass” Price smiles charmingly, moving into the kitchen and swatting your hands away as he finishes setting the table and commanding the boys to help him, insisting that you sit and rest. 

Soap, who is still somehow unaware of his captain’s affections, feels like he’s entered a new dimension for a few seconds. The perceived tension he’d expected nowhere to be found, though he quickly decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, simply happy that everyone was getting along. 

(He’ll look back on this moment down the line and wonder how he was so blind.)

The food is great and you’ve even bought Soap’s favourite beer, something you don’t drink and Johnny lets himself relax as he witnesses you joke around with the team and even start to mother Gaz and Ghost.

“How is it you know Laswell?” Price asked, seemingly hanging on your every word as he sat down next to you on the couch. Soap paused his conversation with Gaz to listen in as all ears and eyes were suddenly on you, you’d always been notoriously quiet about anything to do with your career. 

“Classified” you smirked, laughing as Johnny groaned dramatically and slumped back down in his seat. “I will say we were both very young,” you look into the bottom of your glass with a nostalgic gaze, but there’s something on your face that looks far too close to the time he’d walked in on you- 

“Oh my god! You fucked Laswell!” He shrieked and Soap thought he could be forgiven for the girlish raise in pitch. Price choked on his bear, froth spilling from his nose as you reached for a washcloth to pat his shirt dry, the man having to bite back the groan at the feel of your hands against his chest. 

You don’t give a verbal response but you do turn back to Johnny with a mischievous grin whilst wiggling your eyebrows. When the situation calms a little you surprise him by volunteering even more information, “she was the one that started calling me Suds.”

There were a few seconds of silence as the information was processed before Kyle started to laugh, and Johnny frowned a little, “wait…” he trailed off, shooting you a somewhat betrayed look as you started to laugh too. 

“What was it you told me? They call you Soap cause you clean house? Na little brother, you’re named after me.” Johnny’s face was hysterical as he pouted, his teammates teasing him as laughter filled the house. 

At some point, you’d meandered outside as the boys had started to roughhouse after a game of cards had devolved into a lighthearted screaming match. You sat on the porch with closed eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the feel of the cool night air on your skin. 

A creak behind you alerts you to the presence of another, the wind carries the scent of scotch and cigars and you open one eye to watch as Price sits next to you. “Needed a break from the peanut gallery?” your brows raise in amusement as he huffs at your words, reaching for a smoke and placing the end in his mouth, hands patting down his pockets for a light when you gave silent confirmation that his actions were ok. 

You giggled a little as his frustration grew, reaching over with your own lighter, holding the flame out for him. “Cheers love,” his gravelly voice sent a shiver down your spine. His breath hitting the back of your hand and you watched slightly mesmerised as he inhaled the smoke. The conversation dwindled and you sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the company as your arm lightly brushed his jacket-clad one. 

Silently Price handed you the cigarette, and though you didn’t usually smoke you found yourself accepting, acutely aware of his deep blue eyes boring into the side of your face as your lips clasped around the filter.     

“Sorry for going off at ye earlier” you apologised, suddenly realising that you’d failed to do so. Continuing to stare straight ahead as you passed the smoke back his way, knuckles brushing against his slowly. 

“S’alright lass, you’re just looking out for what’s yours, it’s admirable really. Sexy too” he growled, voice a whisper on the wind. You’re not sure if the shiver that runs through your body is from his words or the cool night air. Regardless, you lean just a little bit closer into the captain’s warmth, a contented hum escaping your lips when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. 

You’re not ashamed to admit that over the past few weeks you’d been oogling the Captain, it was hard not to when the man flaunted his body so shamelessly in front of you. Looking, it quickly became apparent, was hardly comparable to touching and its impossible to ignore the way your body sings in delight at the feel of him against you. 

Up close you can better detect the hints of his cologne, spicy wooden undertones accentuated by the faint whiskey you can smell on his breath as it caresses your forehead. From any other man the scent of cigars and alcohol paired with the scratch of a beard aginst your ear as he leaned his head against yours would have been a turn off, but it was so quintessentially him, so John Price that you couldn’t help but love it. 

It’s the rusty squeak of the screen door, alerting you to the presence of another, that forces the two of you to part. Ghost, no, Simon, stands silently at the threshold, watching the scene before him with appraising eyes. 

“Johnny’s looking for you.” His words cause you to sigh, throwing an apologetic glance Price’s way before you all head back inside, brown and blue eyes boring into the back of your head. 

Your little brother ends up simply wanting to whine to you about how Kyle has to be cheating, it’s the only possible way the man could have won so consecutively. You want to throttle him for that, for so thoroughly cockblocking you, instead you settle for scuffing him over the back of the head and forcing him to help you with the dishes. 

You work together in practiced tandem, cooperating with silent ease the result of years attending to each others needs. It’s the first instance during the night that the two of you have a moment alone together and you allow yourself to enjoy the peace and monotony of the task, silence accompanied by the soft spray of water. 

“Been meaning to ask, what’s it that got you so barmy with the captain.” His words are lighthearted, teasing, though you can’t help the way your hands still suddenly as you were reminded of that day. You pull yourself together as quickly as possible but Johnny has already undoubtedly picked up on your sudden change in behaviour, the clinking of the ceramic plates in the sink alerting him to the fact your hands were shaking. Although Johnny’s not sure exactly what’s upset you, he’s aware that he has and quickly tries to backtrack but you cut him off, 

“He put my baby brother in what was very avoidable danger” you whispered, eyes never leaving the now sparkling clean plate you’d been scrubbing for the past fourty seconds. Johnny doesn’t answer the shaky confession, but he does bump his shoulder against yours, lightly pushing you out of the way and completely taking over the task. 

Ever since the dinner at your house, something had shifted between you and Price. It was un unspoken tension, crackling through the air every time you so much as laid eyes upon one another, but one you both felt. 

Lingering gazes turned to light touches, fingers brushing against yours, large hands cupping your hips as he passed behind you and the like. It was driving you insane, every night you’d return to the sanctuary of your bed, fingers exploring the expanse of your body as you imagined it was Price touching you instead. 

The two of you were a powder keg waiting to explode, waiting for the single spark that would light the whole thing. It was an inevitable reality, and one you both knew was coming. You’re not sure who snaps first, what exactly lights the powder, though you find you care very little in the face of his lips against yours. 

You push him against the door of your bedroom, hands tugging at the roots of his hair as he lets out a sinful groan, only for you to swallow it with another open mouthed kiss. With one of your thighs between his legs and pushing against his thick erection, you grind frantically against his own muscled thigh. 

The drag of you’re already soaked cunt slowly drenches his pants as well, you’re so focused on planting kisses and bites down the skin of his neck and chest as you rip his top off that you barely notice the way his dilated gaze watches your every move. 

“Fuckin hell darlin, that’s it, take what you need baby.” He sounded wrecked, his words of encouragement causing your rhythm to falter as your hands continued to paw at his chest needily. As much as Price wanted to continue watching you use him to chase you’re own pleasure it would have to wait another time, at this moment he needed you now. 

A squeal leaves your lips as your back is suddenly on the mattress and Price tugs your pants and underwear down to your ankles in one aggressive move, his hands keeping your thighs spread as he stared intently at his prize. 

The groan that leaves his throat at the sight is guttural, the praise he mutters is nearly indistinguishable over the blood pounding in your ears as his tongue swipes over your swollen clit. John Price eats like a man starved, lavishing your thighs in bitemarks when his fingers replace his tongue. He makes you cum like that twice, your juices coating his beard and neck while you tug harshly on his hair. 

“Price please, s’too much, need you now” you sobbed, pulling him up into another bruising kiss and wrapping your shaky thighs around his waist to try and coax him to where you wanted him most. Any other day he’d probably tease you for being so needy but Price was just as aching with need as you, cock flushed and dripping as he lined himself up with your fluttering hole. 

“I know darlin’” he cooed, dipping his mouth down to place reassuring kisses over your chest as you finally stripped your top half bare. His left hand cups one of your tits, forhead resting against yours as he slid into you with one smooth thrust. The pace he sets is relentless, you’ve both been waiting for this moment for weeks. There’d be a time for tenderness later, but right now it was sheer animalistic need fuelling your movements. Your nails rake down his spine as he grunts, whines reaching a crescendo that lets him know you’re quickly approaching your climax once more. 

His own rhythm starts to falter, the sensation of your warm walls squeezing him so tightly nearly too much for him to bare. He refuses to cum first however, thumb swiping over your clit as he grumbles against your collarbone, “come on love, nearly there, be a good girl and cum for me yeah?” 

You are so worked up, so desperate to please the man bringing you such pleasure that you obey with a high pitched keen, thighs clamping his waist in a vice as your walls milk his cock. Price swears at the sensation, unable to pull out from how harshly you’’ve locked your ankles over his back and is filling your womb with thick ropes of cum before he can stop himself. 

Shaky arms unable to hold his weight up anymore collapse, though you don’t seem to mind, snuggling up to him and wrapping your arms around his houlders to keep him in place. He falls asleep tangled in your arms, face nuzzled into your neck as your fingers play gently with his hair. 

When Price wakes the next morning to an empty bed and cooling mattress he frowns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and lumbering out of your bedroom, still naked from the night before. He quickly finds you in the kitchen, standing at the counter wearing only panties with his shirt. 

Immediately the sight stirs something primal in him, chest rumbling with pleasure as he plasters himself to your back. You hum happily, turning your face so he can plant a gentle kiss on your lips. “Morning darlin.” His voice is still hoarse with sleep and you feel the way it rumbles through his bear chest against your back. 

“Morning” you let out a moan as he pressed his hard cock against you. Your head falls back to rest on his shoulder as one of his hands dips below the hem of your underwear, both of you sighing happily as his calloused fingers make contact with your still tender pussy. 

Any reprimands are banished from your brain at his touch, your worries evaporating into nothingness as the pad of his thumb flicks over your clit. Just as you’re about to cum there’s a screech from behind of “My eyes!” And you whirl around just in time to witness your little brother run face first into the wall behind him in his haste to escape. 

Johnny hits the floor with a heavy thud, hands still covering his face as he continues to scream about the atrocity he’s just witnessed. You think he might even be crying, whether from the pain or the visage of his captain’s bare arse you aren’t sure. 

You should be beyond mortified, and a large part of you is. Still, you can’t help the belly laugh that escapes you as your brain finally catches onto what’s just happened. Your legs collapse from under you as your own tears of laughter stream down your cheeks. Johnny’s also crying and writhing on the floor whilst Price looks to be contemplating murdering the both of you. 

Still giggling you manage to stand once more, pulling the captain down into another sweet kiss before spinning him around and ordering him to get dressed. You do give him a smack on the ass before he leaves though and the sound sets Soap off into a new cursing fit, one hand shaking an aggressive fist towards where he thinks his captain is while he keeps his eyes covered. 

While you’d have liked to have kept whatever it was you had with the Captain a secret for a little longer, liked to have kept him selfishly to yourself, you had to admit that scarring your little brother so badly was worth it. Though given the stink eye he relentlessly stared at Price with you’d probably have to give him a little more time to adjust. Even if unbeknownst to you, the wedding had already been planned out in the Englishman’s mind.

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[vase-of-lilies]

Three Hearts Beat as One

❀ WandaNat x Little!Reader (f)

❀ MD/LG dynamics, soft smut, fingering, established relationship with an introduction to MD/LG, body worshiping/just worshiping lol, lots of fluff, soft bondage (just a little bit of physical holding in an exposing position), there is an explanation of skin but nothing specific in race or ethnicity, insecurities, poly!relationship, WOMEN, use of a vibrator, squirting, overstimulation, sucking on a paci, use of sensitivity cream, (if there is anything else please let me know!!)

❀ Request: Maybe it could be out first time with them while little and they’re so nice and just worshiping reader? Have fun with it and feel free to change anything you want! (With fluff and Smut)(You got it!)

❀ A/N: Requested by @boredandneedfanfics :) Thank you for the request! I hope this turned out ok!!:)

You were the third piece to the puzzle of Wanda and Natasha Romanoff. In the midst of chaos and turmoil, you, Wanda, and Natasha found security in each other's presence. The relationship blossomed unexpectedly like untouched land suddenly blooming with flowers. With Wanda's warm personality, Natasha's need to protect, and your vulnerability and honesty, the three of you were united in a trinity of love and adoration for each other. 

It wasn’t odd that the pair of Avengers were looking for a third person for their relationship. They had dated other people as well but became infatuated with you. You said you would try anything at least once, and a three-way relationship was something you had never tried. Now that you have, you have never felt more loved and adored. You, Wanda, and Natasha were made for each other. The past behind each of the characters the three of you possessed may have been different, but being together made you realize that you needed them. 

It had been a couple of weeks since you defined what the relationship was, whether that be just a fling or a for-sure thing. You were so happy that they had chosen you to be their girlfriend, and when you were intimate with them it got even better. Not that sex is everything, but the way they make you feel during sex is definitely a plus. (Sorry that was self-indulgent)

It had become known to Wanda and Nat that you loved to be held by them. Not only during movie night when you lay in the middle of both of them, your head in Wanda's lap and your legs draped over Natasha's lap. But also, when your legs were being held wide open by Natasha's strong hands while Wanda devoured your pussy with her tongue, pulling you through orgasm after orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. In a way, you felt secure and safe even if you were constricted. 

When you felt insecure, they would be all over you telling you how beautiful and loved you are. Or how each little line, curve, blemish, or freckle on your body was just perfect. How your skin shone in the sun and glowed in the moonlight. On hard days when you felt like a shell of yourself, they were there to hold you until you felt better or read to you when you felt tired or needed a break. 

One thing the three of you loved to do was bathe together. Whether that be showering together in the morning before you all went to work, or at night when Wanda sat out on the floor while Natasha held you in the warm water filled in the clawfoot bathtub. While Natasha washed your body, Wanda's hands worked wonders in your [enter hair length and color] hair, suds filling the tub as they helped you rinse off the soap. 

While getting to know you throughout this whole relationship was such a joy, and they could not wait to propose to you when they got the chance. They felt confident and felt they knew you like the back of their hands, better than yourself. But you knew just a little bit more than them. You had planned never to tell your lovers what lies beneath the inner layer of your mind; a second personality that made its way into your head before you joined the pair.

You would become a smaller version of yourself, becoming more. Your parents were never there for you when you were younger, so having the control to become little again felt like a good option. You kept stuffed animals at the top of your closet, coloring books in a drawer by your bed, and a small chest of clothes that you feel comfortable yet young in again. Your favorite? The onesie that makes you look like you a teddy bear!

You vowed to never show the two most important women in your life this side of you in fear that they would abandon you. Some days you you felt like it would be the perfect time to tell them, but other days they would joke with Bucky and Steve about things they do with Peter who has already come out to them as a little. There was not anyone who knew about this mindset you had, and you feared that you would have to keep it like that. 

One morning as the three of you were lying in bed, you smiled as Natasha threw one of her arms over your waist as you lay against Wanda's chest. No one had to work today, and you felt today may be a perfect time to tell them. 

“Wanda? Natasha?” You whisper, wanting to slowly wake them up and not startle them. You felt a little bit of movement behind you from Nat, and you smiled as you felt her lips press small kisses along the nape of your neck. 

“Good morning, ангел (angel), how did you sleep?” Natasha asks in a small whisper, gently tickling your arm as you roll over, careful not to wake Wanda up as you do so. You shrug at Nat's question, starting to feel your little self take over. But you push her back, keeping your big mindset still. 

“I always sleep so well with you two holding me.” You quickly cover up your shyness, and smile up at her. She kisses your head and tears begin to prick at your eyes. The small gestures pulling the little girl in your head closer and closer to the surface. 

Without wanting to wait any longer, you sigh and say quickly, “I'm a little,” You cover your face, not wanting to be confronted yet. Tears spilled from your eyes and into your hands, and Natasha gently shook Wanda awake. You realize what you said and you quickly shake your head. “I'm sorry, I- I don’t mean to push anything, I just got nervous, and I just c-cant hide this from you anymore. I understand if you want to break up, or- or if you want to leave me and never come back.” 

Wanda sits up during your little rant, and she immediately pulls you into her arms. She looks to Natasha and mouths water and she nods, getting up from the bed to get you a well-needed drink. As she returns, she gently turns you around and puts the glass of water to your lips. Gratefully you take a sip and let out a soft breath. 

“Can we talk about this, ангел?” Nat asks, rubbing your back softly. You nod and sniffle as more tears begin to fall. 

“You aren’t mad, a-are you?” You ask, Wanda, shaking her head while looking at Nat. 

“No, bábätko (Slovak for Baby)  of course we are not mad. Just a little unsuspecting of such a statement. We will never leave you, baby, I promise. What made you think of something like that?” Wanda answers, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

You sigh softly and look at the two of them. “I- I just didn’t know if you would want t-to, to- I don’t know… I just don’t want to be abandoned, especially by you two. Y-you mean the world to me and I don’t want to ruin that for some stupid feeling I have about myself.” You look down at your lap, fiddling with the strings of your pajama bottoms. 

Wanda kisses your forehead and holds you to her chest. “Angel, how about you tell us about it? Why don’t we learn about it and help you?” She looks up at Nat and she happily agrees. “We can learn how to do this with you.” 

Looking up at them again, you feel a wave of relief washes over you. “R-really? Do you want to do that with me? I- I don’t- I don’t want it to be weird…” You whisper, knowing that Natasha can’t have kids. As you roll the string around your thumb, it unravels and the two women take both of your hands. 

“We would love nothing more, baby girl. We want to be here for you in every aspect of your life.” Natasha smiles down at you, careful of her words as she observes your reactions. Wanda agrees and gives your hand a squeeze. 

You smile up at them and nod softly. “O-ok, thank you… I love you both so much!” You exclaim, and you begin telling them everything about your little space. From your favorite Disney movies to the things you color, the clothes you wear, to each name you have given your stuffed animals. They were thrilled when you asked them to be your Mommies. 

Mommy Wanda and Mama Nat. Those were titles they could get used to. It made them smile when you said their mommy titles, to get their attention or to just say hi. You say them just to say them sometimes because it makes the two women so happy and makes them smile. 

You explained that you and Peter were a lot alike, liking the same colors and coloring pages and other things. Once Wanda and Natasha told Steve and Bucky about you, they told Peter that he has another friend in the compound. He was ecstatic to say the least! And so were you. 

What happened more often than not was ‘tingling in my princess parts’. That's what you called them at least. But your mommies knew exactly what to do. When these little episodes occurred, they helped you through it and made you feel so good, inside and out. Never in their life had they thought they would be something like this to you, but it made them feel so important. 

On one occasion, you were watching a movie with Peter and you sat back against a pillow, making your princess parts slightly tingle. You whimper and pick up your stuffed bear named Bubbles and went to find one of your mommies. You found them talking in the kitchen, and you kneeled down and tugged on Nat's long sleeve shirt. She looked down at you with a smile, “What’s going on, baby? Is everything ok?” 

You whimper and hide your face in her thigh, holding your bear over your nether regions trying to hint to them that you were tingly. Wanda took notice and kneeled down with you. “Oh, is our little angel feeling a little tingly down there?” She asks in a high voice, cupping your cheek as you nod desperately. “Let's go take care of you.”

She gently picks you up, and you nuzzle your face into her cheek. As you reach the bedroom, Nat walks around getting everything they need to take care of you. She grabs your paci, some towels, a small vibrator, and your blanket. Wanda lays you down on the bed, setting a pillow up behind your head, and smiles down at you. She gently kisses your lips, and then to your nose, smiling as you giggle softly. 

“Alright baby, let's take care of you,” Nat says as she kneels next to you, gently unzipping your onesie. As your skin becomes more exposed, you get a little shy and hide your face behind your stuffy. The women above you chuckle and Wanda pulls the stuffy down from your face. 

“There’s our girl!” She says, smiling brightly as you giggle and kick your legs lightly. As Wanda distracts you up top, Natasha is pulling your onesies pants off of your legs, and gently removing your panties. 

“Oh baby, you’re so wet down here, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Nat coos, gently caressing your folds that quiver and wait in anticipation for any type of friction. With a whimper, you listen to Nat and shrug. 

“Was watchin’ movie wif Peet,” You say softly, and sniffle as a pulsing need for touch aches within your core. 

Your two mommies look at each other, and sigh. “You’ve gotta tell us baby, or we can’t help you. Good job telling us when you did, or we would have had a little problem.” She says, gently sliding her fingers into your quivering hole. You let out a small whimper as she enters your pussy, and you squeeze your bear tightly. 

“Oh? You made such a mess down here, love. What are we going to do?” Wanda frowns softly, placing her hand on your belly to keep you still for Natasha, her thumb rubbing gently against your skin. “Looks like we have to make up for the time you didn’t tell us, love. How long did you wait?” 

You think about it for a second and you hold up two fingers. “Two movies, mommy… a-and a coloring page wif Peet…” You say, feeling like you did something wrong. 

“That's ok baby, we are gonna get rid of these tingles, but we gotta give you two cummies to make sure we’ve got allllll the tingles. Ok, angel?” Wanda says, making you whimper. Two cummies? M’gonna be so sensitive… you think to yourself. You nod in response to your Mommy, hugging your stuffy impossibly tighter. 

Natasha kneels between your legs, spreading them so she has enough room to work. “Are you ready baby? We’re gonna take such good care of you.” She smiles, her fingers tickling soft circles on your inner thighs. She spreads your folds and presses her finger to your little button, making you jolt in reaction to her. “Oh, someone's sensitive today, aren’t we? Is that cream helping you, baby?” You nod, remembering the sensitivity cream they put on your clit every morning when they help you get dressed. 

Wanda smiles and reaches for the vibrator, turning it on to a higher setting. “Alright, angel. Let's get started.” She says and as Nat holds your pussy open to both of them, Wanda presses the vibrator to your clit lightly. Humming at your reaction, she presses her hand down on your belly to keep you still. “Hold still baby, we don’t want to ruin anything, ok?” She says, rubbing the vibrating bulb in circles around your puffy clit. 

“M-mommy…” You whimper, closing your eyes as the vibrations take over your sensations. Everything feels so, so good, and your mommies take notice. Wanda pushes the vibrator straight on the head of your clit, and Natasha pushes her fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. 

Already you can feel your orgasm start to form, and Natasha can tell just by the way your cunt squeezes around her fingers. “Mmmm, does that feel good baby? Does Mama’s fingers feel so good inside of you?” All you can do is nod and bite down on the paci that Wanda puts to your lips. You nod over and over again, a small squeak leaving your mouth as you cum. Your walls pulse around Nat's fingers and you whine as Wanda does not move the vibrator from your oh-so-sensitive clit. 

“Remember baby? You didn’t tell us when you were feeling tingly, so we have to give you two cummies. Be good for us, ok?” Wanda says, turning up the vibrator to its max setting. Natasha adds one more finger, making it three full fingers inside of you, making you arch your back and your legs shake. 

Wanda holds you in place so they can make you cum one more time before you lay down for your nap. They smile as you squeeze Bubbles, the bear looking as if the fluff is going to pop out of its seams. The two women above you continue to play with your cunt, and you can’t contain the tears of pleasurable pain as your sensitive clit is played with. 

Natasha pumps her fingers in and out of your wet hole, smiling as your walls start to pulse again letting her know of your second orgasm. With the help of her fingers, your second orgasm comes within seconds, and your legs shake around Natasha's body. Your juices flow from your body and onto the towels placed beneath you. You pant in exhaustion, sighing as you calm down from your orgasm. 

Wanda pulls the vibrator away from your clit, and smiles as she turns it off. “You did so good baby girl, so good for your mommies.” She says, giving your forehead a small kiss. Natasha pulls her fingers from you and begins wiping you clean of the mess you made. You hum in content as the pair helps you get dressed again, helping you crawl under the blankets. Natasha lays down with you as Wanda finishes cleaning up. You suck on your paci as Nat tickles your back with a smile.

As Wanda comes to lay down next to you both, you grab her hand and pull her to you with sleepy excitement. As you lay on her chest, she kisses your forehead along with Nat's lips and sighs. “You did so well for us today, little angel. Such a good girl.” She says, smiling at your soft breaths. 

You were their best girl, and when you finally felt comfortable in your own skin, the three of your hearts could beat as one at last. 

[rbbrbikerthorp]

A Room For The Night

“Urgh!” I said to myself as I walked down the dingy corridor looking at the numbers on the doors. A sign points the way; up another flight of stairs.

“Room 507 - here it is,″ I said to myself..I put an actual key key into the lock. I turn it to the door to the attic bedroom, I still can’t believe that all the known chains in town were full for the night. After. a really long day trudging around the city from meeting to meeting and then entertaining a customer, I’d missed my last train home. I must’ve checked out two dozen hotels online before I managed to find one with a room. I guess ‘beggars can’t be choosers’.

As I opened the door the stench hit me in the face; a mix of smoke, damp and old furniture offended my nose. No point complaining; there was no alternatives and it would only be for one night.

I dropped my bag on the bed and walked over to the sash window to see If I could open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Years of painting had sealed it shut.  

I looked around the room to see if there was another way to get some ventilation in. There was ventilation panel and a switch on the wall below it. When I flicked the switch, I was pleasantly surprised that hotel had fitted one of those silent air-con units you can hear faintly as opposed to one with a fan that creates an unbearable noise. I looked around the room and spotted a TV on the wall, there was a fridge and kettle. I also noticed a wardrobe, but as I was only staying one night I wouldn’t unpack my bag. 

I guess the day was catching up with me, because I began to feel very tired. Just then I remembered I had to send a couple of emails before the end of the day. So I grabbed my laptop and sat at the desk. As I typed away, I could hear comforting sound of the air conditioning whispering away in the background . “Mmmm perhaps this wasn’t so bad for one night,“ I thought. The two important emails were sent plus, I sent another to my department head summarising meetings - not something I’d normally do, but I felt compelled to do it on this occasion. I logged out and closed my laptop.

I decided to take a shower before bed. I stripped out of my suit trousers and shirt and head into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and stepped in, the hot water immediately relieved the tension in my muscles. Not having planned to stay away for the night I didn’t have any toiletries with me, but I was amazed to discover a hotel of this standard actually provided a selection of bathroom amenities for guests.

I cracked open the shower gel and rubbed it into my hair. I whiffed the scent, “wow that’s really overpowering,” I thought. I tried to figure out what the scent was but for some reason my mind wandered onto other things. I massaged it into my hair, lost in the smell, closing my eyes. I stood under the water raining down from the shower head feeling the suds wash out of my hair.. I reopened the bottle of shower gel and applied it everywhere, wanting the smell to cover me entirely. The smell is making me feel soooooooo relaxed and sooooooo horny. Eventually, I know I’ve left the soap on me for long enough and rinse myself off

Turning off the shower, I step out and grab one of the towels from the rail and dry myself off. I felt so drained but also so relaxed. I walk out of the en-asuite and drop the towel on the floor and, fully naked, I climb under the covers. At the side of the bed is the remote control, I grab it and turn on the TV. 

When the screen came alive there was just static. I flicked through the channels, but it was the same. “Urgh”, I thought, “here we go, the TV doesn’t work.” I was about to get up and see whether the cable had come loose but I found myself captivated by the colours on the screen. There was also a strange humming noise emanating from the television that made it hard to think. I laid there, watching the pretty colours,”sooooo beauuutifullll…” As I watched I became hornier and hornier but I found couldn’t move a muscle. I began to panic, the static was interspersed by coloured spirals and then there were flashes. the flashes grew brighter and more frequent - I’m sure the flashes were actually words but I couldn’t tell. I kept staring at the screen, open-mouthed. 

All I could do was stare at the screen. Sometime later the screen finally went blank. I reached to the bedside table and switched off the light. I quickly drifted off to sleep listening to the soundtrack of the whispering air conditioning.

I vaguely recall having this weird dream when suddenly I came around. Rolling over I tapped my phone to check the time, it was only 3:30am. A thought entered my head - I needed to get up and check the wardrobe. “What? Are you serious?” I laid there for what felt like ages , but the thought didn’t go away. In fact the voice in my head kept getting louder, Check the wardrobe...Check the wardrobe...Check the wardrobe..It kept getting louder still. Check the wardrobe... Eventually the compulsion took over. I climbed out of bed and walked over the wardrobe, and opened the door. 

As I pulled the doors open, right away there was a rank smell of old leather and cigarette smoke. Hanging inside the wardrobe were some clothes and a pair of boots. Even though I knew thugs wore clothes like these, I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch them. My hand brushed against the green bomber jacket; I felt a static charge that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I picked up the boots, lifted them and held them to my face. They looked as though they’d been well worn. I took a deep breath. Inside each one, someone had stuffed in a sock. At first the smell of foot odour and leather was overpowering, but after inhaling the scent for a few minutes I felt intoxicated and started feeling horny again. 

I picked up the pair of jeans that looked like they’d been splashed with bleach. They looked like they’d been worn a few times since the last wash. There was also a black polo shirt on another hanger. “Hmmm,” I thought, “The last person staying here must have left this behind. I’ll have to mention this to reception when I check out. I put everything back in its place, closed the wardrobe door and went back to bed to try and get some more sleep. 

Back in bed I laid staring at the ceiling listening to the whispering air con. “Was that a voice I could hear? Was it telling me I should try on the clothes hanging in the wardrobe. Why on earth would I want to try on another person’s worn, actually well-worn clothes?” I laid in bed contemplating what the voice in my head was telling me to do. After a while i thought, “maybe I could try the clothes on - it would be a laugh. No, what am I thinking?” I was restless in bed. In the end the voice was becoming unbearable, I caved in. I got out of bed, opened the wardrobe again, and inhaled deeply. This time the smell didn’t offend me. I took out the contents put them on the bed and looked at them closely.

I grabbed the bleached jeans and slid them on, one leg at a time. I struggled to get into them as they were skin tight, probably a size too small compared to any trousers I’d normally wear. I stood up and walked to the mirror. The jeans had been cut short, so they just covered the knee. There was a clear bulge at the front. I turned around; the jeans were nice and tight around my arse. “Where did that thought come from?” I walked back over to the bed and picked up the black polo, with yellow piping on the collar. I raised my arms, slid it over my head. I looked okay to say I’m not the slimmest I could be.. My horniness was increasing.

The boots were next. I felt a definite tingle all over my body as I picked them up. I pulled the socks out and one at a time, I rolled up them up my legs. I studied the boots; the white laces were pristine. This was a total contrast to the rest of the clothes, which had been used multiple times. I could tell there was a certain way the previous owner had set about lacing them up.  It took me a few minutes to work out how to copy what had been done before that would, in the end, create a ladder effect. Instinctively knew they needed to be laced tightly onto my feet, so I started with the left and then moved onto the right boot. After a short while I’d got the the boots on my feet. I stood up and walked around. The boots felt heavier than anything I’d worn on my feet. 

Walking around the bedroom in these tightly laced boots than went all the way to the top of my calf muscles was amazing. I was getting hornier than ever. I could see my growing bulge in my bleached jeans. I walked over to the wardrobe, taking the green bomber jacket from the hanger and slipped it on. I noticed a lump in one of the pockets. Lifting out the contents, I held an unopened packet of cigarettes and a box of matches in my hand. I stood staring in the mirror for ages. I was experiencing a ‘sensory overload’ - that’s the only way I can describe it

The reflection in the mirror was obviously me, but it also wasn’t the me I’d known all my life. For the first time I felt different like a different person, but something didn’t look right. I stared and stared, then I had a revelation. “It’s the hair,” I said out loud, “You don’t wear clothes like this with a head full of hair.” Without thinking I went into the bathroom and looked through the amenities that the hotel provided. Sure enough there was a brand new Mach 3 razor and a tube of shaving cream. I slipped the off the jacket and removed the polo shirt.

Although i kept my hair relatively short, it was going to take some time to shave my head without being able to use any clippers to remove the bulk of my hair. In the whispering air con I heard a voice, so quiet you could barely make it out. It seemed to be whispering “desk drawer, desk drawer”. I walked back into the bedroom and opened the drawer. Inside was a solitary item; a pair of scissors. “Well,” I said to myself, “these will make things easier,” I went back into the bathroom and set about hacking at my hair with the scissors. Clumps of hair were falling into the sink. I kept snipping until there was almost nothing left to cut. 

I turned on the tap and ran the water until it got very hot. Next I squeezed plenty of shaving cream into my hands and applied it evenly all over my head. I rinse my hands of the foam and picked up the razor.

Instinctively I knew what I needed to do. I put the razor at the back of my crown, and pulled it towards my forehead. I rinse the razor under the running hot water. In steady strokes I went from front to back in the direction my hair seemed to be growing in.

I could feel my the bulge in my jeans getting harder and harder. I’d completed the top of my head. Time to do the sides. I put the razor just above the left hand side, pull it down in an even stroke, only stopping when reach the top of my cheek. When I’d finished the one side, I switched to the other side and did it all over again.

Between each stroke I’d rinse my razor in the hot water to keep the blades clean. When that was done, it was time to do the back. I took my time because I couldn’t see what I was doing. I carefully placed the razor at the back of my crown, then pulled it down toward the nape of my neck. I made very slow, even passes with the razor, repeating it until I could was happy that all my hair was gone.

One last scrape...done!

I looked in the mirror and could see my head was fully shaved and gleaming. At that moment I felt different. A ‘switch’ in my head flipped. I stared at myself in the mirror - I sensed I’d evolved. A new character had emerged, I was become mean and aggressive.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a knock at the door. I look through the peephole to see who was at the door. Whoever was standing on the other side of the door had obscured my view.

“Oi! Oi!, lad, open the door.”

It wasn’t a request, it was an order. I had to comply.

I opened the door, standing in front of me was a huge skinhead. He didn’t say anything nor did he smile. 

I spent a few seconds taking him in; From the tightly laced boots on his feet and the obscenely tight bleached jeans to the black bomber jacket, black gloves and shaved head. Not only did I feel tiny by comparison, I also felt intimidated by his appearance. 

He walked over to the other side of the room. Lit a cigarette, inhaled and blew the smoke in my direction.

He took another drag on the cig, exhaled and then spoke. “Right, let’s take a look at you.” 

I walked towards him, inhaling the second hand smoke. He studied me like a scientist looks at bacteria under the microscope. He smiled.

“Yep, it seems that you’ve responded exactly as you were instructed boy.”

All I could do was smile. If I’d have been a dog I’d have been wagging my tail; happy to have pleased my skinhead Boss. “Boss, where did that thought come from” I wondered? 

With that he took another drag on his cigarette. “Boy, I think you’ve already found a pack in your jacket pocket, get one out and light up, ...now! 

Again it wasn’t a request it was an instruction to be obeyed without question. I got one out of the pack, put it in my mouth. I got a match out of the box and, as I pulled it quickly along the side it ignited. I brought the light to my cigarette and instinctively inhaled. I held it for a few seconds and then exhaled.

He took another drag on his cigarette, exhaled in my direction and spoke. “Right boy, get yer wallet and phone and give ‘em to me.”

I walked across to the bedside table where my phone was and then went into my suit trouser pocket to get me wallet. I handed them over without question. 

He watched me finish my cigarette and then spoke, “I want you to get through that pack today boy.”

I didn’t say anything, I nodded still in shock as I realised for the first time in my life I’d smoked.

“Stay there boy, there’s one more thing to do.”

With that he took some red braces out of his pocket and attached them to the top of the jeans I was wearing. He handed back my phone. 

“That’s better - red braces to hold up yer bleachers. Take a selfie boy, and then give the phone back to me. It’s time to tell all your friends, family and workmates yer a skinhead now.”

I took the picture and handed him the phone. I watched him type out a message, attach the picture I’d just taken and select ‘send to all’. “Done,” he said, putting my phone back in his pocket. “Can’t wait to see the responses you get boy.” Now he had a big smile on his face, “Now put your shirt back on and grab yer jacket. Leave everything else behind, we’re leaving.”

He watched me pull the braces off my shoulder so I could put the polo shirt on. I was about to pull them back up when he said, “nah, leave them down. He paused for a few second, “now yer might be dressed like a skinhead boi, but you’ve got a lot to learn about the skinhead code. Yer gonna live with me and I’m going to show ya, but we need to make a few modifications first in order to finish your transformation. Let’s go...”

Without questioning my new Boss I grabbed my jacket and followed him out of the room. The door slammed shut behind me - not turning back. 

Walking down the corridor, we passed a room where someone had left a pair of black boots and some other gear outside. The skinhead turned around,“Ah good, looks like they’re getting ready for the next 'guest, who will join the growing skinhead ranks.”

At which point I grabbed the growing bulge in my bleachers and followed two paces this brute of a skinhead Boss ready to embark on my new life and the final stage of my transformation.

The End?

[All of the pictures used to illustrate the story have been found online. If I’ve used someone’s by mistake, let me know and I will remove it.]

[ghoulette-knell]

Ghost B.C Kinktober:

October 2nd 🎃🔞

Prompt: Shower Sex

TW: Shower sex; handjob (m receiving); fingering (f receiving); groping; vaginal penetration; spanking.

Sodo

Fem!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 1,423

You were beyond exhausted. You and the rest of Ghost had just finished up the United States of America leg of the tour, and the final show had been very taxing. Taxing as in all of the months you and your friends had prepared for everything was now done, and also mentally taxing due to the fact that, if Lucifer wanted to, any of you could be taken.

The only thing that could get all of this off your mind was a shower.

You turned on the warm water and began stripping out of your clothes. A yawn left your lips as you climbed into the water; the heat from the water not even causing you to flinch.

You stopped underneath the low pressure, cheap hotel room shower and just let the water soak you to the bone. Showers like this always did your muscles such good.

However, your relaxation time was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Occupied!” you yelled while sticking your head out of the shower.

“(Y/N), it’s Sodo. Can I come in?”

A grin flew to your lips. You knew what he wanted. The bastard always showed up when you least expected it, because at these moments is also when the fire ghoul would get mysteriously horny.

“Of course,” you purred while sticking your head back into the shower, “I hope you don’t mind soap suds.”

A chuckle left the ghoul’s mouth as he walked into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him, and you could immediately hear him unbuckling his belt so he could hop in the shower with you.

“How are you doing?” he asked while kicking his shoes off, “You rushed away quickly after the show.”

You hummed and turned around 180° so you’d be facing the direction Sodo would enter once he was undressed.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I got to thinking about Sunshine and Aether. It’s been a whole year since they got dragged back to Hell. I miss them so much.”

Sodo sighed and stepped into the shower. You’d seen him naked so many times that this wasn’t a magnificent moment.

“Come here.”

You nodded and stepped into his opened arms; falling into a hug. His lips pressed warmly on your forehead, “I miss them everyday too, (Y/N). It isn’t the same without them, but there’s a time where we have to move on. Phantom and Aurora have been doing a wonderful job, and ultimately, we need to be happy about that. The clergy’s success is our main priority.”

“I know,” you mumbled into his chest as you hugged him, “I’m just worried that Lucifer will… take you from me.”

A sigh left Sodo’s lips as he craned your chin up so you could look into his eyes. The fire ghoul pressed his lips against yours; breathing in your scent.

“Live in the present. I am here, and so are you. When the time comes, we deal with it then. For now, we have each other, and we should celebrate togetherness.”

You slipped into the kiss without hesitation. You knew the guitarist was right— living in the present was so, so important for mental health. Worrying about something you can’t control is taxing.

“Thank you for talking some sense into me, Sodo,” you whispered while blinking shower water out of your eyes, “I’m beginning to feel better. Why don’t we get started on the reason why you’re here? Hmm?”

Sodo chuckled and nodded; his hands automatically rising to massage your soapy tits, “That can be arranged.”

You grabbed his hardening cock and began to lightly stroke it. Sodo chuckled lightly and continued to stimulate your breasts which caused little moans to leave your mouth.

“It’s been too long since we did this,” Sodo groaned as you continued to increase your speed on his dick.

You giggled and kissed his lips one more time before turning another 180° so you were facing away from Sodo. You leaned downwards and placed your hands against the side of the shower; your throbbing pussy pointed towards Sodo’s dick.

Sodo growled and laid a hard, upwards smack against your ass. You mewled in pleasure while wiggling your ass at him; a smile plastered to your lips.

Using his strong hands, he quickly applied more, sharp smacks against your sensitive backside. Sodo just adored the sounds of your little moans of pleasure.

After a few moments, he quickly pressed two, cold fingers into your pussy; testing how tight you’d be. You hissed from the sudden pleasure and rammed your hips back.

“Eager are we?” the fire ghoul purred while briefly massaging your clit with his thumb as you backed it up onto his hand.

“You said it yourself,” you groaned as Sodo sent shock waves of pleasure through your legs with his expert hands, “It has been way too long since we’ve done this. And I haven’t been hooking up with anyone else in the meantime.”

Sodo chuckled cockily and grabbed his dick; rubbing the tip against your entrance.

“Good girl. It pleases me to hear this. You know you belong to me.”

You groaned and arched your back as Sodo began teasingly entering your pussy, “Fuck yeah. There’s no one in this damn ministry that can make me scream the way you do.”

That was all the fire ghoul needed to hear.

Without hesitation, the man gripped your hips roughly; likely leaving little love bruises on your sensitive skin. He plunged forwards into you; his eyes rolling into the back of his head from how tight you were for him.

A scream left your mouth as he violently entered you. Sodo’s hand stretched forward and cupped over your screaming lips,

“Usually I love to hear you scream for me, but this bathroom is right next to Swiss’ room. If that fucker knows what’s going on, he will try to join us,” Sodo growled into your ear while using his sharp teeth to nibble on your shoulder as he rutted into you.

You giggled while nibbling on the inside of his hand. Although Sodo was the best fuck you could ever ask for, you secretly didn’t mind the idea of Swiss joining the two of you once in a while. The idea of getting face fucked in one hole and getting pile drived in the other was orgasmic in itself.

“You act as if that’s a bad thing!” you grumbled while pushing back into Sodo’s rhythmic thrusts.

Sodo chuckled and rolled his eyes while bending closer into your arch so he could localize his thrusts. The water from the shower helped him slide in and out better, which ultimately increased both of your pleasure.

Skin slapping on skin, the two of you were a moaning mess. Sodo’s craws dug into your hips, drawing blood. The ghoul simply licked up the blood and water mix from the shower without hesitation. Everything he did was so damn hot.

“Sodo~” you whined while bucking your hips back towards his oncoming thrusts.

You could feel your orgasm coming as you gripped to the slippery walls. Sodo grunted deeply with every thrust; his cock finally hitting your g-spot.

“F-Fuck!” you hissed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy milked Sodo dry.

You could feel his seed spilling into your stomach as Sodo leaned all of his weight into one last thrust. Your stomach grew warm as the fire ghoul’s cum met it’s mark.

The two of you stood there for at least a minute more; Sodo’s cock unmoving as it stayed buried inside of you. The two of you tried to catch your breath.

Sodo only began moving as the shower water began to turn cold. He pulled out of you with a ‘plop’, a smirk on his lips,

“I hope I could make you feel better, baby,” he said while watching his seed drip out of your swollen cunt, “Sorry about the shower water. We ran out of hot water.”

“Meh,” you shrugged with a slight giggle; your legs wobbling as you tried to stand straight, “Honestly, you made me feel better than any shower would’ve. Now, help me out of here. My legs are way too unstable to get out of this tub by myself.”

Sodo just laughed and did as you asked of him.

[almost-a-class-act]

For an all-time fave on her birthday. What would we do without @fayestardust! Hope your day is fab, hope the stars align, hope you know I appreciate you.

Pairing: Baberoe Fandom: Band of Brothers

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Babe is up on the ladder dragging unidentified swamp gunk out of the gutters on a day that is already warmer than it has any right to be, when he hears Eugene curse through the open kitchen window.

It is not unheard of for him to curse (though he thankfully has fewer reasons to these days), but since he is alone in the house and as far as Babe knows is doing nothing more strenuous than washing the dishes from lunch, it bears remarking upon.

“Gene?” he calls, pausing in his work and ducking his head to wipe the sweat from his forehead on the unfortunate upper arm of his shirt, stained dark from the four or five times he has already done this in the past fifteen minutes.

There is a brief silence.

Babe frowns. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Eugene says, almost over the end of Babe’s query. “I’m fine, I just – I must’ve broken a glass and didn’t see it under the soap. Cut myself.”

Babe has already begun his descent toward the ground. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

"Don't break your neck coming down that ladder," Eugene warns, but it's not an argument, which is how Babe knows there’s probably enough blood to warrant it being looked after.

When he comes into the house, it takes his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimness, and he reaches out to place a guiding touch on the doorframe as he turns into the kitchen. Eugene is holding one hand up to keep it out of the fray, using the other one to briskly mop away pink-tinged water and suds along the edge of the sink with the dish towel.

Babe approaches and collects the wounded hand in both of his, examining the cut that runs diagonally across Eugene’s palm. It’s shallow, but like hand wounds always do, it is weeping more than it has any right to. Babe keeps a hold of it and steers Eugene away from the sink, toward the cupboard where they keep the first aid kit, next to the table.

“I can hold my own hand,” Eugene says.

“I like holding your hand,” Babe returns cheerfully.

Eugene smiles faintly at that, as Babe had known he would. He lets Babe push him gently but firmly into a kitchen chair and waits patiently as Babe fumbles the first aid kit open with one hand, unscrewing the iodine with his teeth.

“This might sting,” Babe warns.

“I think I’ll manage,” Eugene replies, though he still pulls a sweetly disagreeable face when the iodine meets his skin, like a boy trying to be brave when he’s skinned his knee at school. Babe tugs the wounded unit toward him and meets it halfway, kissing Eugene’s palm where it meets his wrist. It’s a whimsical press of his lips that is an echo of all of the other little things he does, now that he can comfort Eugene whenever the situation calls for it, now that he doesn’t have to hold back within the walls of their old farmhouse.

Eugene watches him do it with that funny, dear little pull between his eyebrows, undone and slightly fragile, like he doesn’t know what he did to make it here and have this, a homecoming so unlikely that they’d had to decide that they wanted it with all their hearts and then build it themselves.

(Eugene deserves the whole world, of course, but the inherent contradiction in people like him is that they never know it.)

Babe quickly bandages the wound, careful not to wind it too tight, and Eugene says, just as he’s finishing, “I guess we’ll match now.”

Babe smiles. That silver stroke across his palm, that he worries absently-mindedly at with his thumb when he’s considering a problem, is the one souvenir from Bastogne he doesn’t mind having to carry with him into the rest of his life. “Hey, imagine that.”

Eugene gently takes his hand back, inspecting the bandage. “Not bad,” he remarks.

“Well, it’s no bedsheet, but I tried my best,” Babe replies, stowing the first aid kit again. Eugene smiles faintly again and reaches out to nudge the knuckles of his good hand against the closest part of Babe he can reach – his thigh – and his smile deepens as Babe catches that hand and doesn’t let go.

[chichiscloset]

Transform Your Appearance To Look Better Overnight Part 1

Looking good is especially important for yourself. Do you not feel fabulous when you look great? Do you not feel like you can conquer the world?"

But the truth is as purpose-driven women, making our way through daily life, making time to improve your appearance is not easy. We’re busy with work, kids, school, and with the routine of everyday life. It's important as beautiful feminine women that we take the time to maintain our beauty routine and upkeep our appearance sometimes.

Why should you take the opportunity to glow up and improve your appearance overnight? 

To glow up is a fundamental step in improving your life as a woman. After a glow-up, you will look better, be more attractive, and feel like a more confident, feminine, and fabulous woman.

Skin

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Open up those pores.

This is your DIY home spa in a box. Fill it with water and let the hot steam open up your clogged pores. This particular unit also comes with some extraction tools.

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Detox dead skin.

I’ve used this face wash for the past year or so and I swear by it. I love Boscia because it’s paraben-free. This face wash also suds up really nicely, gets skin super clean (gets the makeup off too) and doesn’t leave your skin feeling dry and tight. As a budget alternative, many African and Caribbean ladies have sworn by African black soap for generations.

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Ice Rolling

This ice roller is perfect for reducing inflammation and redness, as well as calming your skin, and closing the pores after your DIY facial. Many estheticians use this gadget in the treatment room after extractions, peels and/or waxing.

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Korean beauty secrets.

Korean beauty has taken the skincare world by storm. Everyone wants to know the Korean woman’s secret to beauty. In addition to these Koren sheet masks, check out this Korean beauty oil by fellow lady lifestyle blogger Elaine Sir.

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BROWS & LASHES

Everything you need to Glow Up your brows and lashes

Razor-sharp brows.

These cheap and practical razors are a great way to clean up your brows after getting them done. Although many brow pros don’t recommend razors for regular brow grooming, I like them because unlike with tweezers, the hair will grow back. So no permanent damage.

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Part 2 coming soon!!

[wooahaes]

svt.hip hop unit...

last updated: mar 29, 2024

guide:

★ angst || ♡ fluff || ☼ [mildly] suggestive || ☾ slow burn

♫ denotes a fic with a female reader. all fics are gender neutral unless explicitly stated otherwise!

🍰 indicates a birthday fic from may ‘22.

choi seungcheol

🍰 a weekend getaway ♡ ☼ ♫

beach body   ♡ ☼ ♫ [chubby reader]

reprieve   ♡  

burnt   ♡  

crush   ♡

i need an angel’s hand ★ [tw: depression]

hiraeth

right here beside you ★ ♡

stormy weather ♡

yours and his [menstruation tw]

struggle [actor!au]

jeon wonwoo

🍰 quiet moments ♡♫

one word at a time   ♡ ♫

shelter ♫  [comfort]

an unconventional start   ♡  

Lonely Hearts Club   ♡ ♫  [chubby reader] [links to masterlist]

rescue   ♡

i’ll always be right next to you (’cause i’m true) ♡

sugar cookies & cozy nights ♡

kim mingyu

🍰handmade with love ♡ ♫

five shots at love [implied abuse victim reader]

-- a helping hand (sequel to five shots)

warmth   ♡ ♫  [chubby reader]

Sweet Night   ★♡♫☾

dress ♡ ♫  [chubby reader]  

trouble ♡  

sleeping beauty [fairytale au]

stomach medicine  ♡ [husband au]

soap suds ♡

favors ♡ [menstruation tw]

chwe hansol

🍰 good morning ♡   ♫    

mixtape   ♡

love & cookie dough   ♡

so this is love   ♡♫

acts of service   ♡ [reader has a uterus/menstruation tw]

lean on me   ♡★☼♫

bias   ♡  

workplace romance   ♡

on the right track

touch starved ♡

you’re my savior (and it’s a pleasure) [platonic]

of your choosing ♫ [bisexual!reader]

i can’t run away  ♫ ★

[aquilathefighter]

Fluffbruary 15: Tent

All of my @fluffbruary ficlets can be found on AO3 here!

They're in the US because I wanted them to go to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness because I am so normal about that place. (Minnesota/Ontario border between the USA and Canada)

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Dream is sitting on a log in the forest. In the United States. How he has come to be here in this moment, he asks himself. Then he turns his head. Hob is fumbling with a tent pole, trying to get it to stay in the grommets on the corners.

“Dream, love, can you come help? I just can’t get it to stick,” Hob grumbles.

Dream joins him and flicks some sand at the uncooperative tent. It jumps to attention and Hob scoffs.

“Well, if I knew you could do that I would’ve asked for your help 10 minutes ago.”

“You seemed quite insistent you could ‘do it yourself,’ beloved.”

Hob rolls his eyes. “I’m sure I did. It’s done now, so let’s get our bags inside and you’ll get a fire started for dinner.”

The fire is perfect for cooking when Dream arrives back at the fire ring. He sets up Hob’s cooking equipment for him and moves to unpack the zip-lock bag labelled “Dinner 1” prepared by the outfitter. Hob has insisted on cooking for him so he gets the “full experience” of camping in the wilderness. Hob plants a kiss on his head and bends down to get to work with the meal. Dream watches him work, expertly maneuvering between the boiling pot of rice and beans and the hot dogs on the grill. They sit in silence as Dream watches Hob, taking in the scents and sounds of the boreal forest they find themselves in. Hob sits back on his knees, pulling the pot off the heat and brandishing the plate of hot dogs to slice them and add to the mix. Dream hands him the other two plates they brought along and he piles the hearty mixture on.

Dream reluctantly takes a bite and grimaces. The mixture is much too salty for his taste, although he can see how that could be helpful if he sweated. Hob certainly did, and Dream took pleasure in seeing the glistening of his skin, glowing even brighter in the Minnesota sun.

When he glances at Hob’s plate, he has already gobbled down his portion and is looking at Dream expectantly.

“Y’gonna eat that? I know you don’t need to but I’d like to see you have a few more bites. Then I promise I’ll eat the rest.”

Not wanting to displease his lover, Dream swallows three bites of the unholy mix. He places the plate on Hob’s lap and stands to begin cleaning up the mess, grabbing their other pot to boil water to wash up. Hob soon joins him to suds the dirty dishes up and they walk deeper into the forest and away from the lakeshore to deal with the soap and dirt.

They set the dishes to dry as the sun dips lower into the horizon, sky darkening to show the glimmer of stars unpolluted. Hob wraps an arm around Dream.

“It’s so beautiful. We can’t see anything like this in London anymore. I remember when we could, thought I might not see them like this again.” Hob sniffles and rests his head on Dream’s shoulder. “I’m sure it isn’t much for a cosmic entity, but thank you again for coming all the way here with me.”

“I would go anywhere with you, Hob Gadling.” Dream kisses the top of Hob’s head, watching his eyes flutter closed. “Beloved. You need rest. We are going to the tent.”

He ushers a sleepy Hob into the tent, where he finds their sleeping bags have been zipped together and mats laid side by side so they could share a bed as they do most nights. Hob crawls in and looks at Dream expectantly. He joins his love and snuggles close to Hob’s warm body.

Tomorrow, they will rise early again and paddle to the next lake where they will repeat the same process of tent raising and cooking by fire. Dream doesn’t quite understand the appeal of doing so much physical labor, but it makes Hob happy. It’s no hardship to do whatever it takes to get to see that gorgeous smile.

[the-east-art]

The Desert Swallowed Us - Part 6

Lukewarm water lapped at Birdy’s arm, elbow-deep in the suds. The washboard was actually an old staple back when they used to always be on the road, chasing down missions from the Excavators. It was one of the few relics they had of their distant past, their previous life. Their missions used to take them all over the place, oftentimes to remote locations where Birdy would have to spend possibly even weeks camping, or in towns without a local washer they could pay. Birdy didn’t like staying in their sweaty clothes, and eventually just washed their clothes whenever they had access to clean water and knew that they would be in one place long enough to dry them. Washing the clothes used to be annoying - a necessity for Birdy to feel comfortable. 

But again, a lifetime ago. These days any stimuli were welcome, and the repetitive motion of washing clothing had shifted from monotonous to soothing. 

Their clothes usually needed it - the desert sun was relentless during the day, and the house was shaded but not as cool as Birdy would like. Nike was spending the day fiddling with a busted air conditioning unit he had found in town, so with any luck things would improve if only marginally. As it was the overhead fans in the rooms were seldom turned off. 

Birdy wasn’t sure how they had running water and working electricity and didn’t really care enough to ask. In the first week here Nike had gone out back to the well - with its broken roof and falling apart cobblestone - for three days in a row. When he emerged the shower worked and the lights fluttered with new life. And as long as they didn’t have the lights on in two different rooms at the same time they would continue to work - well, flicker, but Birdy was doing their best not to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. 

They did not, however, have a water heater.  

Birdy dumped out the suds into the sand and carried the bucket of clothes back inside, where there was a large pot on the stove. Awkwardly they heaved the fresh water off the stove and poured it into the bucket, steam coming off in lazy wisps, before dragging it to the back porch once again. Birdy got to work rinsing the clothes of the soap, placing them into an adjacent bucket with holes in the bottom, the residual water dripping out onto the deck. In the back of their mind, Bridy realized that the water was probably detrimental to the wood, but all of the wood in the house was already so decayed anyways, especially the wood from the porch that was constantly being beaten by the elements, that if they started to worry too much about what a little water did to it, they’d drive themselves crazy. 

Clothing rinsed, Birdy hauled it out to the sunlight where the laundry line hung between the main house and the shed. Since Nike went out to the town so often, every few trips Birdy would request that he bring back a newspaper. They would cut out the weekly forecast and use the rest to help start the fireplace at night without reading a single column. They didn’t want to know. But they would plan accordingly for a day that wasn’t supposed to be too windy. The last thing they needed was the sand getting into the freshly cleaned clothing. Luckily they didn’t even need a completely clear day, just a few hours. The hot summer sun made quick work of the process, and they only had the clothing from the two of them. 

And the lilac colored coat. Washed every few laundry days so that it was in pristine shape, so it was ready when -if - when its’ owner returned.

[lxvvie]

Thinkin' about sitting with Johnny watching tv and casually stroking his cock 🥰 You're so distracted by the show yet you're doing everything so perfectly. Poor Johnny is a whimpering mess, trying to be quiet and not move so you can enjoy the show (that sadly isn't him. look at him dammit!)

It's been a slow, uneventful day and you're just leaning against him, absentmindedly toying with his dick, and sometimes using your finger to lazily draw circles on the head. You once licked the pre-cum off your finger, eyes still glued to the TV and he could've fuckin' exploded right then and there. Dammit, bonnie!

Johnny's stuck at a crossroads, six ways to heaven and hell because he wants more. Needs more but every time he tries to arch into your touch, you'll lightly smack his thigh or move your hand away from his cock completely. Once he calms down enough to not cum, you're back to stroking and teasing it again.

[manwalksintobar]

I Have Not Signed a Treaty with the United States Government // Chrystos

nor has my father nor his father nor any grandmothers We don’t recognize these names on old sorry paper. Therefore we declare the United States a crazy person nightmare   lousy food  ugly clothes  bad meat nobody we know No one wants to go there.  This US is theory   illusion terrible ceremony   The United States can’t dance  can’t cook has no children   no elders   no relatives They build funny houses no one lives in but Everything the United States does to everybody is bad No this US is not a good idea   We declare you terminated You’ve had your fun now go home we’re tired   We signed no treaty   WHAT  are you still doing here  Go somewhere else and build a McDonald’s   We’re going to tear all this ugly mess down now   We revoke your papers your soap suds   your stories are no good your colors hurt our feet   our eyes are sore our bellies  are tied in sour knots  Go Away Now You must be some ghost in the wrong place   wrong time Pack up your toys   garbage   lies We  who are alive now Have signed no treaties Burn down your stuck houses  you’re sitting in a nowhere gray glow  Your spell is dead Go so far away we won’t remember you ever came here Take these words back with you

[dagamingshelf-database]

Gold Coin Soap

The Gold Coin Soap was released in the United States in 2023 by Lush for $8.75. It was released as part of the limited edition Super Mario Bros. collection for the Super Mario Bros. Movie that would release later that year. This soap is vegan and self-preserving.

Skin softening lathers filled with the i-coin-ic caramel scent of Honey I Washed The Kids! Power-up your bathing and watch The Super Mario Bros. Movie, only in theaters. The rich, sweet scent of caramel fills this golden soap, which is infused with the scent of our i-coin-ic Honey I Washed The Kids fragrance. Lather your coin up with warm water and rinse away to cash in on cleansing, skin softening suds.

[helthcareheven]

ReVitalMed: Pioneering Single-Use Medical Device Regeneration

Introduction to Single Use Devices Single-use medical devices (SUDs) are designed and labeled by their manufacturers to be discarded after one use on a single patient. Common types of SUDs include biopsy forceps, cardiac catheters, drug-eluting stents, and surgical instruments. SUDs offer convenience for healthcare facilities by eliminating cleaning, disinfection, sterilization, and repair costs associated with reusable devices. However, SUDs also generate a significant amount of medical waste.

The Process of Reprocessing SUDs Some healthcare facilities have begun reprocessing select SUDs to reduce costs and waste. The reprocessing of SUDs involves cleaning, disinfection, sterilization, inspection, and repackaging to prepare a used device for another procedure. The main steps in reprocessing SUDs are:

Cleaning Thorough cleaning is the first and most important step to remove contaminants from the last clinical use. Robotic, ultrasonic, and manual cleaning methods are used with soap solutions to flush out all residues from lumens and crevices of devices.

Disinfection After cleaning, high-level disinfection using liquid chemicals like peracetic acid or hydrogen peroxide vapor helps eliminate infectious pathogens and microbes. Strict adherence to disinfectant contact times is necessary for effectiveness.

Inspection and Function Testing Reprocessed devices then undergo 100% visual, optical, and electronic inspection using magnifying tools. Functionality of moving parts, electrical components, and material integrity are evaluated to prevent failures.

Sterilization Steam sterilization in an autoclave is the standard method to sterilize heat-stable reprocessed SUDs. Other techniques like ethylene oxide gas or plasma sterilization can be used as well if validated.

Repackaging and Labeling Once sterilized, devices are individually wrapped or placed in dedicated trays with internal sterilization indicators. Clear labeling denotes the device as reprocessed. Quality control records trace each device back to its original manufacturer.

Regulatory Considerations around SUD Reprocessing The reprocessing of SUDs raises concerns from a regulatory perspective:

Lack of Manufacturer Validation Original equipment manufacturers did not design or validate SUDs to withstand multiple uses, high-temperature sterilization, or cleaning chemicals. Significant post-market validation is required.

Liability and Safety Issues If a reprocessed device malfunctions or causes harm, liability is difficult to determine between the reprocessor and original manufacturer. Safety and performance could be compromised without oversight.

Regulatory Approval Requirements In many countries like the United States, reprocessors must obtain 510(k) marketing clearance from regulators like the FDA before commercially distributing reprocessed SUDs. However, regulations are still evolving.

Cost-Effectiveness Analysis While initial reprocessing costs can be high, long-term savings from avoiding purchase of new SUDs can offset cleaning and sterilization fees—especially for high-cost devices. Reliability and remaining useful life need evaluation.

Adoption Challenges in Healthcare Systems Changing standards of care and ingrained clinical preferences favor single-use over reprocessed devices. Reprocessors must demonstrate comparable quality and safety to gain broader acceptance.

The Future of SUD Reprocessing As healthcare costs continue rising, SUD reprocessing offers a means to improve sustainability and access to care. However, unresolved concerns around validation, quality assurance, and regulator oversight could slow further development. Standardized best practices, comprehensive regulations, and robust post-market surveillance may encourage more healthcare providers and patients to embrace this option in the future. With appropriate safeguards and diligence by all stakeholders, reprocessing select SUDs shows promise as a practical solution to reduce medical waste and contain costs from expensive disposable technologies.

[waterfiltergurus]

Top 3 Benefits of Using a Water Softener for Pet Grooming

Whether you're a professional dog groomer or you take care of your dog's grooming needs yourself, you might be wondering about the type of water that's best for pet grooming. Hard water has several known side effects when used for dog grooming. So what are the improvements and benefits you can expect to see if you install a water softener in your home or business? We've shared everything you should know in this guide. 📌 Key Takeaways: - A water softener is a water treatment system that exchanges calcium and magnesium hard water minerals with sodium ions. - Soft water lathers better with soap and is better for skin health, so installing a water softener can reduce your spend on grooming supplies, promote clean, soft fur, and prevent skin issues in dogs. - There are several types of water softeners you can use for pet grooming, including point of entry water softeners for softening your water at home, and portable softeners for mobile grooming business. 🚰 What Is A Water Softener? First, a quick overview of water softeners and what they do. A water softener is a water treatment unit that's installed on the main water pipe that enters your home or business. It removes calcium and magnesium "hardness" minerals from water, which cause a number of aesthetic issues, including mineral buildup and soap scum. These minerals are replaced with equal amounts of sodium, which prevents water from being able to cause these issues. Water from a softening system is known as soft water because it contains low very low levels of calcium and magnesium ions. ✅ Benefits Of Water Softeners For Pet Grooming Let's take a look at some of the benefits of a water softener for pet grooming. Reduced Soap Use If you're trying to keep your grooming business' costs low or you just don't want to spend a fortune on pet soaps and shampoos, you'll be happy to hear that using soft water for grooming should help you to reduce your soap use. Soft water lathers better with soap, meaning that you can use less soap to achieve the same lather as you would with hard water. Why do you get a better lather with soft water? Because soft water doesn't contain hardness minerals, which react with soap to form an insoluble substance called soap scum. Soft water doesn't produce soap scum, so all the soap you use should provide a good sudsy lather. That means you can spend less money on your favorite grooming soaps and shampoos - or you can upgrade to a more expensive product that's even better for your dog's health, knowing that it'll last longer and essentially cost the same as cheaper products when used in the long run. Cleaner Coat Using water that lathers better with soap should help you to achieve a cleaner, softer coat when grooming a dog. The suds from your shampoos and soaps go further, and the better lather means you have plenty of soap to get into every nook and cranny in your dog's fur. There's no formation of soap scum, either, which means when you've finished washing your dog, their fur should be completely clean and free from lingering mineral residue. Reduced Risk Of Itchiness & Irritation We know that hard water is linked to irritation, itchiness, and dry skin issues in humans, while soft water doesn't cause these issues - and it seems that the same is true for pets. One 2010 study looked into the effect of shampoo treatment with water softened with ion exchange on dogs with pruritus (itchy skin, often caused by dryness) and dermatitis (skin irritation). The study found that soft water "significantly decreased" dermatitis and itchiness scores in dogs, while shampoo treatment with normal hard water did not. The study's author concluded that shampoo treatment with soft water promotes skin barrier recovery, and may be helpful in managing pruritus and dermatitis in dogs. 🚱 What CAN'T Soft Water Achieve For Pet Grooming? It's true that soft water helps you to achieve a cleaner, softer coat when grooming pets, and there's evidence that suggests soft water can reduce itchy and irritated skin conditions. Plus, it should help you to cut back on your spend on grooming supplies. However, we've seen some sources that say soft water can reduce odors and stop your pets from getting fleas. This is unlikely. Whether you wash your dog in soft or hard water, you should eliminate odors to begin with - but, over time, you'll start to notice the dog smell creeping in once more, signaling that it's nearly time for another grooming session. Soft water won't prevent your dog from acquiring a funky smell when they next need to be cleaned. In the same way, regular washing in both hard and soft water will help you to identify fleas and other pests in your dog's fur, but soft water won't miraculously prevent your dog from ever getting fleas in the future. Manage your expectations - soft water enhances the grooming process, but it doesn't do the impossible! More Articles: - Tap Water for Dogs: Is It Safe to Drink? What Pet Owners Need to Know - Is Alkaline Water Safe for Dogs? - Soft Water Benefits: 7 Reasons Why It's a Game-Changer for Your Home 📑 Final Word If you want to set your pet grooming business apart from your competitors and boast another benefit of your grooming process, or you simply want to wash your dog as effectively as possible at home, installing a water softener is the answer. Soft water should help you to use less soap, and it's the ideal solution for dogs that suffer from itchy skin issues, allergies, and dryness that could be exacerbated by normal tap water (which is, more often than not, hard water). The type of water softener that's right for you depends on your needs. For instance, if you run a mobile dog grooming business, you'll be best off with a portable water softener. But if you wash your dog in your bathroom at home, you should install a conventional full-size ion exchange water softener, so your entire home - including all appliances and fixtures - can benefit from soft water. Read the full article

[desaiburris72]

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