#clean and clear cleanser

[kbeautynotes]

How to Remove Blackheads and Shrink Pores – The Ultimate Guide

I have made a guide on effectively and safely removing blackheads and minimizing pore appearance. This is something I struggled my whole life as someone with oily skin and really large pores.

But after trying all kinds of products and methods, these are the ones that have given me the best results!

I'm also busting some myths regarding pores in this post. Check out my blog post to learn more: How to Remove Blackheads and Shrink Pores

What are your tips on pore care?

[seilon]

one of my number one pieces of advice for transmascs starting t or who want to start t is WASH YOUR FACE. when you wake up and when you go to bed. get a decent acne-preventing facial cleanser and an oil-free moisturizer or whatever works for you and have a routine– preferably before going on t so you’re already used to it. my doctor was really surprised that I hadnt gotten much acne since starting t (almost 2 years now) and though it’s also partly genetics, I know for a Fact based on how quickly my face gets oily now that it’d be infinitely worse if not for getting used to washing my face more often/thoroughly. remember. yes this is like Puberty 2 BUT you have the fuckin heads up this time and can plan accordingly and that makes a BIG difference

[fashionfoodcocktails]

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[xyaehir]

“hold still!” —

SYP — self care night w ur sweet bf!

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, male characters

REQ. — “Hi! Can I mayb request a skincare or spa day for any blue lock characters? If you don’t except this req, that’s totally fine! Thanks anyway!!!”

NOTES. — omg xyae!!! you finally posted!! no need for the applause guys 🙄🙄 also, i know some characters like reo, childe, kaeya etc would already know about skincare but we’re gna ignore that kay 😛

“stop moving!”

“i can’t help it, you’re smothering my face with this — this cleanser stuff!”

you sigh in mock annoyance, reaching your clean fingers to adjust the frog headband sitting on his hairline.

“do you do this everyday?” he tilts his head, squinting his eyes when you continue rubbing the product on his cheeks.

you hum in agreement, “its a way of taking care of your skin. you know, getting it to clear up.”

“my skin’s just fine. i just wash it with soap and not this — ‘hydrating cleanser’ stuff,” he rolls his eyes, using his fingers to air quote.

“how the hell do you have such nice skin when you wash it with hand soap?” you deadpan.

“genetics? i don’t really know,” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your gentle touch.

you hum. “ok, go wash this off,” you trail off, turning your back and grabbing the masks and serums. “so we can start with these!” you beam.

his eyebrow twitches.

“what’s that for?” he cocks a brow, pointing at the small package on your lap. “you’ll see in a sec,” you smile, tearing it open.

walking over, you adjust his cute sanrio headband again before gently placing the face mask on his face. he shivers but before he could open his mouth to complain or make some sassy quip, you slap a lip mask on his face.

that was 30 minutes ago.

now you’re stuck on the floor with a sleepy man twice your size, quite literally squeezing the life out of you.

“babe, we were supposed to take the masks off like 10 minutes ago,” you sighed, patting his head. you hear him grumble, mumbling incoherently.

“i’ll do it then, stay still,” you smiled softly, reaching for your mask and then his masks. “tilt your head back a bit.” he complies and you reach for the serum bottles.

applying a small drop of serum on his forehead and cheeks, you take notice of how his eyebrows furrow slightly at the cold liquid.

“it’s a lil cold,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead before spreading the serum all over his face.

he hums sleepily, voice breaking softly as his eyes flutter close.

it’s quiet for a while, before..

SLAP!

“oww!” he yelps, eyes flying open as he sits up hastily. “why are you slapping me?” he manages to get out in between slaps. you hum, “it helps your skin to absorb the product better.”

he side eyes you.

you hear him groan. ignoring it, you continue with your skincare routine. “ugh!” he groans, way louder and more exaggerated. you feel your eyebrow twitch.

by the time you chose to stop ignoring his whining, he’d already kicked the blankets off the bed.

“what do you want? i already finished your skincare so just go to bed,” you sigh, reaching for your eye cream.

“yea but when are you gonna finish?” he asks softly. ‘i can’t sleep without you.’

you smile at him through the vanity mirror.

“baby, just one more thing alright?” the sleeping mask you reach for clatters on the table softly. “five more minutes. can you wait for me, hon?”

he hums tiredly, standing up and making his way behind you.

he kneels down, wrapping his arms gently but securely around your waist and rests his head on your back. “hurry up, w’na hold you so bad.”

your heart flutters and your movements stutter. you gulp, patting the product into your pink cheeks.

you both slept horribly that night since he fell asleep holding you and you couldn’t drag his heavy ass to bed.

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, xiao, venti, ITTO (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, OIKAWA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, ISOGAI () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[theambitiouswoman]

A self love night time routine 🌙🧸🪞🤍✨

Your night time routine is all about dedicating time to yourself. Your routine should be tailored to what makes YOU feel relaxed, loved, and cared for. You can add or modify any of these steps to make it perfect for you.

Cleanse & skin care routine. This isn’t just about hygiene. Cleansing your skin can also cleanse the day's stresses away. Remove makeup (if you wear it). Use a gentle cleanser. Apply toner, serums, or treatments if you use them. Moisturize to keep your skin hydrated.

Spend a few minutes decluttering and organizing so you can go to sleep with a clear mind.

Prepare for tomorrow. Pick out your clothes, prepare your lunch and create your to do list so you wake up with a plan of action.

Set aside electronics, especially those that might interrupt your relaxation (phones, laptops). Put them on the other side of the room, or another room to avoid distractions.

Spend a few minutes journaling or meditating on your day. Write down three things you're grateful for as well as your achievements or progress.

Make a herbal tea or warm milk. Stay away from caffeine, they will interfere with your sleep.

If you enjoy baths, now might be the time to have one with calming salts or essential oils. If you prefer showers, use this time to enjoy the sensation of the water, rather than rushing through it.

Spend a few minutes practicing deep breathing, grounding exercises, or meditation to calm your mind.

Choose a book, avoid anything too stimulating or stress inducing.

Stand in front of a mirror and speak kind words to yourself. Use positive affirmations that resonate with you, like “I am worthy of love and happiness” or “I did my best today, and that's enough.”

Dress in comfortable nightwear, ensuring your sleeping environment is cozy. This could be clean sheets and a comfortable pillow.

Dim the lights, play calming music or nature sounds, or use an essential oil diffuser with lavender or chamomile.

Before closing your eyes to sleep, visualize a peaceful scene or a memory that makes you happy.

As you lie in bed, silently express gratitude for the day. Set a positive intention for the next day.

Get full night's sleep. Make sure you’re getting 7-9 hours depending on your personal needs.

[atlabeth]

a rose and her thorns | luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!daughter of aphrodite reader

summary: luke vies for a valentine. you're just trying to get through cabin inspections.

a/n: take this as my formal apology for the angst i’ve been throwing at you all with demeter girl lol and take this tooth rotting fluff. this was supposed to be shorter but i got carried away, after writing that 11k angst riddled monster this was a much needed palate cleanser lmao

wc: 3.3k

warning(s): no warnings this is all fluff <3

You huffed as you knocked on the door again, chewing on the inside of your lip as you waited for a response. The Hermes cabin usually always had kids in it—either they were ignoring you, or they were just causing too much ruckus to even hear it in the first place.

Honestly, you should have known this was how cabin inspections with Luke would go. He was probably in there right now, ushering all of them through rapid last-minute tidying in the hopes of something higher than a one. You had half a mind to knock a point off right now by virtue of tardiness.  

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up all of a sudden, and you whirled around. 

“Speak of the devil,” you said wryly. 

You were greeted with Luke Castellan himself, his hands up with a slight smile on his lips. “Easy. I didn’t think I looked that bad.” 

Your brows creased ever so slightly, and he gestured with head. You looked down and realized you were holding your pen like a sword. You cleared your throat and let your arm drop, adjusting your shirt on the way down. 

“Sorry. People tend not to sneak up on me.” 

“I can’t imagine why.” Luke put his hands down and started towards his cabin, craning his head back at you. “What brings you here on this fine day, Rose?” 

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” you pouted, holding up your clipboard and pen as you followed him. “We’re on inspection duty together. Where were you?” 

He snapped and pointed at you. “That’s what we were doing together today! I knew we were spending time together—not like I could forget that—but,” his hand paused on the doorknob, “I kind of forgot about the cabin inspection part. Had to spend a little extra time with one of your siblings at the end of sword-fighting lessons.” 

“Sounds like Liz is getting better, then.” A smug smile pulled at your lips as you stopped next to him. “And it sounds like someone’s gonna be cleaning the dishes tonight,” you said in a sing-song voice. 

You placed your hand over his and opened the door, and Luke groaned. “Take mercy, Rose. Please.” 

It was certainly a sight—more akin to a tornado than the inside of a cabin. Various kids—Hermes, unclaimed, and minor gods alike—ran around, shoving dirty clothes beneath beds, cramming duffles and suitcases into overflowing closets, with a few noble exceptions attempting the Sisyphean task of actually cleaning. 

“Wow,” you said, glancing down at the papyrus scroll. “Can I give you a zero?” 

“Listen,” Luke said from behind you, “our thing isn’t tidiness. It’s thievery—swiftness, cunning, panache.” 

“I thought you were supposed to be jacks of all trades,” you mused as you checked off boxes. “Cleaning is a trade.” 

“Not here.” You could feel him peering over your shoulder and he groaned yet again. “Come on! You’re grading us way too low. I get input too, remember?” 

“Sure,” you remarked. You held out the clipboard and gestured with your head at the natural disaster in front of you. “But you can’t tell me this is anything better than a two.” 

“A two’s better than a one.” Luke plucked the pen out of your hand and scrawled out a number two on the final line. 

“Luke—” you started in protest, but he just snatched the clipboard as well with a wink as he started walking backwards towards the door. 

“We’ve got a chance, guys!” he called out. “Hephaestus has gotta be worse than this!” 

You huffed as you chased after him, shutting the door on your way, and you crossed your arms as you came to a stop in front of him. “This isn’t very cooperative of you.” 

“Gotta give myself a chance,” Luke said, smiling as he took the Hermes sheet off the clipboard and stuffed it into his pocket. 

“That’s just cheating,” you said, and he let you take the clipboard back from him. You started walking, and he fell into pace with you. “Hephaestus is next—we’ll see how much of a chance you have.” 

“We should get some slack because we’ve got double the campers,” Luke said. “Nine’s got no excuse—they’re just a bunch of messy engineers.” 

You tapped your pen against the board. “I’m not changing my mind, Castellan.” 

“Ouch,” he winced. “I got last name’d.” 

You merely smiled and shook your head. You could see his own smile in your peripherals, then he huffed.  

“You’re distracting me from my whole plan with these ridiculous grades,” Luke sighed. “I haven’t ruined everything, have I?”

“You’ve got a plan?” you asked in amusement. 

“Of course I do.” Luke took a few long strides to get in front of you then turned around so he was walking backwards, that stupid smirk still on his lips as he kept eye contact with you. “Valentine’s Day is coming up.” 

“You’re very observant,” you said. “Watch your six.” 

Luke moved a step towards you to avoid a younger camper with their head buried in a book, and you chuckled as he shrugged. 

“It’s a work in progress,” he admitted. 

You hummed, biting back your smile as you came up to the Hephaestus cabin. You were about to knock on the door, but once again, Luke caught your wrist. 

“You’re not even gonna let me say my piece?” he asked. 

“I’ll give you a little time to polish it up,” you said. 

“You assume I don’t have it prepared already?” 

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” You winked. “But I know the effect I have on you.” 

Luke’s fingers loosened on your wrist and you allowed a small, self-satisfied smile as you pulled free and knocked on the door. It took a couple seconds, but eventually the door opened and their counselor—Alya, if you remembered correctly—greeted you with a smile. 

“Just in time,” she said, smudging the bit of grease on her face as she wiped at her cheek. “We’re actually not horrible today.” 

Luke grumbled beneath his breath as you walked in together—usually, the place was a mess of loose parts and hastily sketched out plans and smoke-scented clothes. Today, it was still a mess, but slightly less so. 

“Damn it,” Luke muttered. “Still not as bad as us.” 

“Stop comparing your place to everyone else,” you said. “This is supposed to be fun.” 

“Cabin inspections are fun?” he asked wryly. 

“Hanging out with me is fun,” you clarified. “I—”

You were cut off with a gasp of your own as you slipped, and before you could even fully process it you were falling. It wasn’t until everything steadied that you realized someone had caught you, strong arms cradled you around your waist. You looked up to see Luke’s wide eyes. 

“You good?” he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual. 

“Yeah,” you said, nodding far too many times, “yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” 

“...Good,” he said, ever eloquent. 

A small smile creeped in. “You can let me go now.” 

It almost took him a moment to come back to Earth, because he blinked before he nodded, smiling on his own as he helped you back up. You could feel the heat in your face and tried your best to ignore it as you looked down. A small pool of oil was the culprit—you grimaced at the thought of having to clean that out of your jeans. Thank the gods for Luke. 

“That’s gotta be points off,” Luke whispered in your ear, still close by, and you stifled a laugh. “Oil on the floor, making pretty counselors slip. Right?” 

You ignored him too, looking over at Alya, though you couldn’t stop your smile. She looked mortified. 

“I am so sorry,” she rushed. “I guess Michael didn’t clean as well as he said.” 

“No problem,” you said. “I’ve got a little guardian angel. But this place isn’t too great.” 

“Damn,” she mumbled. “I even got one of your sisters to come in and help clean things up. Do you not smell the perfume?” 

“The smoke kinda overpowers it,” you said sympathetically, and she sighed. “Three out of five, Alya. But you’re right on the edge of a four.” 

Alya glanced at Luke. “Better than Hermes?” 

Luke grimaced. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

She smiled and went off to talk to one of her siblings. Luke shook his head and tutted once she was gone. “The double standards here are ridiculous, Rose. I might have to report you to Chiron.” 

“Oh, quiet.” You hit him in the side lightly with the clipboard and continued scanning the room for  a final check. “If you wanted help with cleaning up from an Aphrodite kid, all you had to do was ask.” 

“And would you have accepted?” he asked. 

“Of course,” you said as you scribbled down your last couple of notes. “I’ll always help you, Luke.” 

He went silent as you continued to write, and when you finished you saw he was only looking at you. 

You frowned. “What?” 

“Nothing,” Luke said, still smiling. “Let’s keep going.” 

You stared at him for a moment, but he didn’t say anything else. So you just laughed a bit and shrugged. Luke followed behind you as you walked out, and despite his claims of ‘nothing’ just a moment ago, soon enough he was talking again. 

“So,” he said, “Valentine’s Day.” 

“Valentine’s Day,” you said sagely. “What’s your plan?” 

“Be my Valentine.” 

“That’s your plan?” You glanced over at him. “Just asking me out straight-up?” 

“Oh, sorry. I also have this.” Luke pulled something out of his back pocket and held it out. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“A rose?” you asked with a lopsided smile. 

“Not just any rose,” he said as you took it. “A chocolate rose.” 

“You are so cute.” You pulled the wrapper off, and though the stem and leaves were plastic, the flower was, indeed, very much chocolate, and in the shape of a rather pretty rose. 

Luke shrugged. “Figured you needed something as sweet as you.” 

“I’ve got a toothache just from being with you,” you remarked. You broke it in half with a bit of effort and offered it to Luke. 

“You can’t just split the gifts I get for you with me.” 

“They’re my gifts,” you said. “I can do whatever I want with them.” 

“Really?” he asked. 

“What’s a rose without her thorns?” you responded. Luke grinned as he took the other half from you. You popped yours into your mouth and your eyebrows rose. 

“This is actually good chocolate,” you said as Luke ate his part. “Not like that crap we get at the camp store.” 

“I might’ve snuck out to the city to get the good stuff,” Luke said offhandedly. 

You looked at him incredulously. “What?” 

“Did I stutter?” 

“You risked all that trouble just to get some chocolate for me?” you marveled. “Hell from Chiron, extra chores for a month, literal monster attacks—” 

Luke held up a hand, stopping your ranting. “Nothing happened. And even if it did,” he shrugged, “you’re worth it. So it doesn’t matter.” 

You shook your head and Luke continued. “Besides, I got some other stuff too for the rest of my plan.” 

“Right,” you nodded, “you never finished telling me.” 

“How’s your schedule?” 

“Busy,” you said. “I’m an Aphrodite kid during Valentine’s season.” 

Luke tipped his shoulder. “Fair. Think you can block something out for me?” 

“That depends what it is,” you said. 

“It’s a secret,” he said. 

You stared at him. “A secret?” 

He nodded. “It might be a foreign concept to you Aphrodite kids, but—” 

You cut him off with a light shove and he only chuckled in response. “So you talk yourself up and it ends up being a secret.”

“I think I’ve earned some secret surprises,” Luke said. “I’m already sweeping you off your feet.” 

You shook your head, smiling inwardly as you tapped your pen against the clipboard. “Is that how you see it?” 

“Well, I did keep you from an untimely death back there,” he said. “And the more unfortunate plight of having to get oil stains out.” 

“You read my mind,” you mused. 

“And isn’t that worth a date?” Luke asked. “Saving you from a fashion faux pas?” 

“You’re worth a date all on your own,” you said as you came up to the next cabin—Apollo was bright as ever, gleaming golden in the sunlight—and you looked at him with a smile. “No rescuing required.” 

-

Your journey to the rest of the cabins went by relatively quickly, especially the Apollo and Ares cabins—you think Luke had been temporarily stunned into silence by you actually flirting back. 

You’d had a subdued smile on your face nearly the entire time, even as you felt warmth bloom over your face again. Luke really brought out the inner Aphrodite in you—you were sure your mother was proud, wherever she was watching. What seemed to get Luke out of his addled state was the 5/5 you gave to your own cabin—he complained that the scent of perfume gave him a headache, and when you said you’d been wearing perfume the entire day, he claimed that it was different. 

(Cabin Ten kept their full score. It was amazing what a pretty smile could do, especially when Luke was the victim.) 

Finally, you were at the Demeter cabin. Luke insisted on going there last, so that all the expectations would be tapered—he was still trying to get a better score for his cabin, but the odds were looking pretty slim. The door was already open, and you smiled at the newly grown flowers outside the cabin. 

“Nice touch.” 

Luke sighed. “Great. Going out with a bang.” 

“It’ll be fine, Luke,” you said. “I’ll help you clean your cabin tonight.” 

He frowned. “You were actually serious?” 

“Of course I was.” You tipped your head. “It’ll just have to be pretty late. Y’know, because you’ll be cleaning all the dishes.” 

“Low blow,” he said, shaking his head. You chuckled as you stopped in the doorway and poked your head in. 

“Hey, Katie,” you called to the counselor. “How’re things?” 

“Good,” she said, nodding. A smile of her own bloomed on her lips as her gaze moved over to Luke. “I see Rose and her thorns are on duty today.” 

“Flattery won’t help you with your score,” Luke mused as he walked into the cabin. You smiled as he held out his hand for the clipboard, and you finally acquiesced. You could feel Katie’s eyes on you as he walked further in. 

“He takes that as a compliment?” 

“Thorns protect a rose,” you said, still watching Luke. He played the part of a foreman well, investigating their shelves and walls with vigor and even opening drawers. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, and Luke looked back and smiled at you. You nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he winked as he gave you a thumbs-up. 

“And he protects you?” she asked. 

You shrugged. “We protect each other.” 

“…You would be cute together,” Katie admitted. 

You managed to tear your eyes away from Luke, leaning back against the wall. “You think so?” 

“He’s only been vying for your attention and flirting with you since the moment you got to camp,” she said wryly. “But you’re the expert on love—you tell me.” 

You bit your lip as your gaze darted back to Luke, who was squatting on the floor having what looked to be a very serious conversation with a younger Demeter boy. 

“I think I’m his valentine,” you said, almost absentmindedly. “And I think I’m really looking forward to whatever this date is.” 

Katie came back into focus as you came back to Earth, and even she was smiling. “Then I think you’ve got your answer.” 

Luke had picked the most opportune moment to come back, when you weren’t staring at him like an infatuated idiot—you were only one of those things—and he held out the clipboard and pen to you. “After having a very in-depth conversation with Damian about how things are going here, I scored them properly.” 

You chuckled as you took it from him, but your eyebrows rose the more you read. “You’re kidding me.” 

He shook his head. “There’s unpaid labor going on here—unpaid child labor. Damian said he’s responsible for half the cleaning and plants here.” 

“We’re all children. All the labor we do is child labor,” you deadpanned. “And we’re sure as hell not getting paid.” 

Luke held his hands up. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just delivering what he’s said.” 

“Don’t tell me he gave us all ones,” Katie said dryly. 

“You know him so well,” you mused. You scribbled out half of what Luke wrote as you stood up from the wall, shielding it with your body so he couldn’t see while you walked out together. “See you, Katie!” 

Her protests fell on Luke’s deaf ears as he held up the rear, shutting the door behind you two, and when you looked back at him he was grinning. 

“Straight ones,” he tutted, shaking his head. “What a shame. Looks like they’re gonna be cleaning the dishes tonight.” 

“You know they got a five, Luke,” you said, finally allowing him to see your revised marks. “If you’re gonna fudge the numbers, at least try and make them believable.” 

“Oh, come on!” he exclaimed. “A five is way too nice—it’s not fair that they can just grow plants all over and make everything look presentable. Using powers should count as cheating.” 

“Their floors are clean, their beds are made, and it smells like floral heaven,” you said. You tapped his chest with your pen. “You could learn something from them, Castellan.” 

He caught your wrist before you could move it away. “The Aphrodite cabin always gets perfect scores. Think you could teach me a few things?” 

You grinned as you pulled your hand out of his grip and continued walking, this time en route to the Big House to drop off the final inspections. “That depends.” 

“On what?” Luke came back into your peripherals as he caught up to you. 

“On how good this secret plan of yours is,” you mused. 

His eyes lit up, past worries of low inspection scores seemingly fading away in an instant. “So it’s a go? You’re in?” 

“Of course I am,” you said, tucking the clipboard under your arm. “You got me the good chocolate, Luke. How could I not see where this goes?” 

Previously unnoticed pressure dissolved in his shoulders as he took your hands in his. You could only focus on his eyes, on the warmth of his skin, on the callouses borne from years of sword-fighting. 

He was surely blessed by your mother. 

“You’re not gonna regret it,” Luke vowed. “All those promises I’ve made about blowing you off your feet, about making your mother proud—they’re all gonna be true.” 

“You know what wise men say,” you said wryly. 

“That they’re so glad you’re finally giving me a chance?” 

“Only fools rush in,” you provided. “Going all in on our first date seems a little hasty.” 

“Isn’t your whole thing supposed to be rushing in?” he asked cloyingly. “Y’know, daughter of love and all.” 

You shrugged. “Maybe I like taking the idea of taking it slow with you.” 

“Then call me a fool,” Luke mused, letting go of one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His own curls hung over his eyes and you had the strongest urge to take his face in your hands. “Because you should know I can’t help it.” 

You felt your cheeks heat as warmth spread all over, and you couldn’t even try to hide your smile. “You think you can take me out on one of those city trips of yours? Show me how to steal a camp van without getting in the most trouble?” 

“I’m trying to steal your heart here,” Luke said with a goofy grin, “but I think a van’ll do.” 

“Oh, don’t worry.” You took his hand back, intertwining your fingers together as you pulled him closer to you. “We can multitask.” 

[4leon]

self-care :: leon s kennedy

not proofred, f!reader | warnings: none

leon was tired. anybody could tell he was tired. the growing bags under his eyes, his attitude becoming snappier, his injuries from work that went uncared for. your heart broke a little more every time he came home, how he looked so sick of always fighting. you missed those nights before he was a police officer, those night spent cuddled on the sofa in your shared apartment, sheets masks on your face as you watched a movie

and you could only imagine how much leon missed those calm and quiet nights, spent asleep in your arms — though, he would never admit how much he loved being cuddled up in your arms. he send the polaroids of him asleep, in such a vulnerable state, in your arms were so embarrassing

it felt like the first time in forever he got a break. it was a short one, only three days. but he was intent on spending as much time as possible with you

"hehe my pretty boy~" you giggled softly as you put the frog headband on leon's head, getting his long, blonde hair out of the way

"wow, quite the look." leon said sarcastically as he stared at himself in the mirror. the frog headband looked ridiculous on him, but he knew how much you loved when he let you do this stuff to him

"oh shut up, you look handsome like that." you grabbed your facial cleanser and squirted a little onto your hand. "how is your skin so like, clear? are you not the one who spends all day flipping around in dirt? it's no fair"

leon laughed as you rubbed the soap over his face, the liquid foaming up into bubbles as it cleaned his (already perfect) skin. "i don't spend all day flipping around in dirt. i only do backflips sometimes"

you chuckled before shoving his face under the faucet to rinse the soapy suds off his skin. he sighed, feeling himself relax under your (not very) gentle touch. it's been forever since he's gotten a chance to just lay back and let you take care of him. he always felt as if he should take care of you, but it did feel nice to be cared for like this. made him feel loved <3

you grabbed your moisturizer and squeezed a little out of the bottle, "i'm running out of moisturizer..." you whined as you dotted it around his face before patting the moisturizer over his skin. "i'll buy you more tomorrow, i'm taking my girl shopping." he spoke confidently. you smiled prettily and kisses his moist lips sweetly

you smiled and grabbed a cotton pad before pouring a small amount of toner of the pad. you gently tapped the across his handsome face. "perfect, one sec." you mutter as you opened the cabinet to grab some serums. "which one?" you asked, pointing towards three glass bottles. leon examined the labels, acting as if he knew what any of it meant

"the blue one with the pearl things i guess..." he said, grabbing the bottle in the center. you sighed and took the bottle, applying a little on his face before patting it in. "alright! now you're done! clean leon!" you clapped a little, sweetly grinning. althought self care night was not over. you still had two tubs of ice cream, your favorite flavor and leon's favorite flavor, as well as some of the old movies that leon hasn't gotten a chance to watch in forever.

sorry this is like rlly rushed but tbh i just wanted some fluff for leon. i appreciate all reblogs and replies, they mean the world to me tysm:)

leon kennedy masterlist ♡

[colebabey888]

From Morning Routine to Nighttime Rituals | IT GIRL DIARIES

Becoming an IT Girl means embracing a lifestyle that balances beauty, productivity, and mindfulness. Let's take a look in the daily life of your ideal IT Girl...

Morning: Energizing Start 🎀

The IT Girl starts her day early, around 6 AM, with a refreshing glass of hot lemon water to detox and hydrate. She follows this with a quick workout, like indoor cycling or yoga, to get her blood flowing and boost her energy for the day ahead. After her workout, she treats herself to a skincare routine with gentle cleansers, serums, and sunscreen, focusing on achieving that effortless glow.

For breakfast, she enjoys a nutritious green juice, packed with spinach, kale, and ginger, which supports her clear skin and nourishes her body from within. She also takes a few moments for mindfulness practice, like journaling or meditation, to set positive intentions for the day.

Mid-Morning: Work Mode 🎀

By 9 AM, she’s in full productivity mode. To stay organized, she uses a to-do list or productivity app to break her day into manageable tasks. Whether she’s running a business, working on creative projects, or attending meetings, she prioritizes efficiency while taking short breaks to prevent burnout.

Lunch: Balanced and Light 🎀

For lunch, the IT Girl opts for a light, clean meal, like a salad with lean protein or healthy fats. She avoids processed foods and sugars, sticking to a nutrient-rich diet that keeps her feeling energized. During her break, she might catch up on reading or listen to a podcast that aligns with her personal growth goals.

Afternoon: Social and Active 🎀

In the afternoon, she may meet with friends, colleagues, or network with like-minded individuals. Socializing is a key part of her lifestyle, but she also remains selective about the company she keeps, ensuring her circle is supportive and inspiring.

To stay active, she might sneak in a quick walk or stretch, especially if she’s been working at a desk. Physical movement is important, even during a busy day, to maintain that IT Girl energy.

Evening: Wind Down in Style 🎀

As the day winds down, the IT Girl prepares for a relaxing evening. After finishing her tasks, she switches to self-care mode with an evening skincare routine, focusing on cleansing, moisturizing, and perhaps a face mask. She also enjoys a warm bath or some light stretching to soothe her body.

For dinner, she sticks to whole, unprocessed foods, such as grilled vegetables and lean proteins. The evening is her time to unwind, reflect, and recharge for the next day. She might do some light reading, indulge in a creative hobby, or spend time with loved ones.

Nighttime: Sleep Rituals 🎀

By 10 PM, it’s time for her nighttime rituals. The IT Girl knows the importance of quality sleep for her beauty and productivity. She turns off screens at least an hour before bed and enjoys a cup of herbal tea. Finally, she practices gratitude journaling to reflect on her day, setting a positive tone for the next morning.

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xoxo, @colebabey888

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[st4rbwrry]

LUV THIS SHIT | eren yeager.

‍ ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.1k. fem!reader, eren’s pent up from working out, asmr sexting, submissive reader, impact play [ face smack, spanking ] public arousal, indecent behavior, mating press, f!oral, fingering, profanity, established relationship, lots of making out, unprotected sex, eren’s aggressive, floor sex, riding, creampie, artist!reader, pet names, reader has black features, minors aren't allowed! 

‍ merry christmas! ♡

eren starts his day the same every morning. the alarm goes off at six o'clock which is never your favorite thing to hear considering you're not an early bird. usually groaning in your state of sleep and tugging the blankets away from him after he kisses you on your forehead and steps out of bed. you always snuggle on his side before the warmth he created grows cold. proceeds to take a steaming hot shower, tilting his neck back to let the heavy beats of water dampen his long hair. lathers his body with african black soap you picked up from a shop while SONDER plays from his speaker, careful not to blast it too loud to wake you up. it's your off day so he's respecting your wishes to hibernate all day.

he honestly hates leaving you alone in bed. sue him but being your little spoon is the best thing he's ever known. he's never slept so good in his life until he met you. never knew it felt so comfortable being in another persons arms. eren’s next step is to dress for the gym, the only reason he's up this early three times out of the week. a dark gray towel is wrapped low around his slim waist, tatted chest and arms running with water droplets as he wipes the foggy mirror clear to see his reflection. washing his face with a kale, spinach, and green tea cleanser along with brushing his teeth, cleaning his tongue with a scraper and gargling mouthwash. he forgets to do this backwards sometimes considering he has to eat first. the taste lingers and makes his food nasty.

afterwards, he’s moisturizing his face with cerave healing ointment and his pouty cotton candy lips with one of your babylips sticks. lathering his body in vaseline coca butter lotion and slipping on a olive green colored sweatpants with a black cropped metallica muscle tank, wrapping a matching black bandanna over the top of his towel-dried chestnut hair. he spritz this cologne you picked up at the mall when thinking of him called art deco amberwood by clive christian. makes you fall to your knees to suck him off every time now that he thinks about it.

by then it's near seven and he's down in the kitchen with his black airpod max’s over his ears listening to jazz while he blends his smoothie with spinach, kale, strawberries, blueberries, and pineapples. he gulps that down after filling a mason jar completely. and for further consumption, he makes avocado toast topped with chia seeds, himalayan salt and pepper and two strips of bacon each.

before he leaves he makes sure to run back up the stairs to double check on you to see if you needed anything before he left such as picking up a coffee from dunkin or anything from the art supply store. he peaks his head through the door to see you sprawled out, mouth open and snoring peacefully, cuddling his pillow. he smiles to himself, mumbling ‘my pretty girl’ before quietly tiptoeing close to the king-sized bed with satin sheets to give you a kiss or two before heading out, moving your bonnet aside to whisper that he loves you.

he's got his gym bag and his car keys when he leaves, taking the elevator down the parking lot of the loft you two live in, three years now. he finds his car parked directly next to yours. cute. the pretty wolf gray kia k5 besides his onyx lexus rc 300. there's a gym located in the building but he prefers the one your brother owns a few minutes out of the area.

it's around ten o'clock when you fully wake up, missing his presence already and pouting about it before heading to the shower yourself. sitting in a towel for a full hour stuck on tiktok and getting a craving for samyang carbonara noodles and rice cakes. it's really the only thing that made you leave the house today, throwing on a pair of eren’s gray nike shorts you had to roll up to properly sit on your hips, and a black tank, jewelry remaining on your skin everyday from layered necklaces to multiple bracelets. 

you're sitting in the starbucks drive thru which has an incredibly long line but you're not minding the wait, craving a pink drink suddenly. the sun was hitting nicely into your car so you decide to take photos to pass a little time, thumb slipping and accidentally opening the voice memos app with only four recordings, one of them fairly new. created about two weeks ago and you vaguely remember that night. it's about an hour and fifteen minutes long

'luv this shit <3’ is what it's titled. not remembering exactly how it went. you and eren only used this app whenever you're having sex, meaning those four audios were strictly nsfw. you bite your lip in curiosity, deciding to press play to hear it, flinching when you hear how loud you were screaming on top of forgetting that your phone is connected to your cars bluetooth. you swallow in panic, turning it off and sitting back in silence, twiddling your fingers, becoming impatient with the line now because you wanted to hear it. it had to be something the two of you made when you were intoxicated. or else you would've remembered it.

you've retrieved your pink drink, and now it was time to park, too impatient to wait and hear this. sipping your drink, you get comfortable, holding your phones speaker to your ear and pressing play yet again. there's music playing in the background, luv this shit by august alsina in specific, now you knew where the title came from. probably eren’s doing. a rush of heat swarms your cheeks and gut as you hear your boyfriend’s voice, deep and stern as he talks to you while skin connects and your moans overshadow the music. the sound of you kissing wetly makes you shift in your seat, feeling his soft lips on yours at the moment. you loved kissing him.

it lasts for about two minutes before eren’s voice becomes louder than yours when he's fucking you hard, your voice muffled by your hand you assume, doing that a lot since you think you're too loud. “let me fuckin’ hear it,” there's his voice again, unconsciously whimpering along with yourself in the audio. eren’s whining with you, the two of you gasping and listening to how wet you were. a loud smack erupts and you're crying his name, the memory slowly coming back. he smacked your face. the jewelry on his wrist prominent when he does it again, this time it's the outside of your thigh.

“rennnnnn! fuh-uuck.”

“i hear you, baby. come on, come on, come on, cum, cum, cum.” with every thrust he gets louder, hissing as your pussy constricts around his dick. “that's it, pretty. yeah.”

you nearly spill your drink over your lap, the cup slowly slipping from your grip after you zoned out, catching it quick and collecting yourself, setting it in the cup holder. you need to leave. actually, you need to send this to him. he has to be done at the gym by now. then again, you're never sure with him. the man could work out all day if he wanted.

being risky, you grin, pulling up his contact and sending him the audio, following with a text that said . . .

NEW MESSAGE

kuromi princess hello kitty baby star ♡

don't we sound pretty? <3

follicles of eren's hair stick to his sweaty forehead, putting it up before he started his workout, going on for about three hours now. RICH FLEX blasts in his headphones. the neckline of his top is doused with sweat, removing the boxing gloves off his hands to sit down and gulp a full bottle of water. checking his phone, he sees your message. lifting his brow at the audio you had sent, reading your response, and clicking it without hesitating. immediately when he hears your desperate pleading and skin smacking, his pupils dilate, clenching his jaw and checking his surroundings. not many people were in this area of the gym.

“fuck me, baby. fuck me, baby. fuck me, babyyy,” eren listens with wide eyes as he hears your pretty moans, skipping through the audio to hear bits and pieces.

“yeah, speak to me like that.”

eren grows shamelessly aroused from what he's hearing, swallowing hard and shifting his dick back in place, breathing heavier. he's mad at you. mad because you know he's in public and he gets easily turned on by anything regarding you. whether it be your scent, your smile, your eyes, or your fucking voice. when you talk, or scream his name. it's all the same. he's triggered by it all. and you know this, so why test him? not to mention the two of you haven't been sexually active because you've been caught up with work and painting and he's been working doubles. the only time you spend together is brief mornings in bed or one day weekends, usually sleeping all day or being lazy.

all he can think of this moment is fucking you rough and raw. gathering his belongings without another thought and sending you a brief text.

pretty boy ren <3

yea, okay.

it's so stressful walking with a hard dick, and eren really can't wait until he gets home to fuck you up. such a dirty girl needing to be put in place. he forgets his headphones have noise cancellation, so when he's speeding home like a dummy, music continues to thrum in his ears, acting like a complete madman. exactly five minutes before he enters the apartment, you're sitting in your usual corner of the loft where you've made your art station. sitting on the ground while incense flows and sza’s new album plays soundly. a canvas laying on the ground where you sat on a cushion, finger painting a collage of the weeknd’s discography since it's the 11th anniversary for echoes of silence. unaware of the message you received.

that is until you hear the familiar sound of keys jangling and in a matter of seconds, the front door flies open, there standing a big, tall, visibly irritated man. your eyes go wide from seeing him, eren kicking off his shoes, heavy feet stomping towards you and you sit up with curiosity, trying your hardest to hide your devious smile. you knew it'd have that effect on him. eren’s hot hand grabs your jaw fervently, clenching his before yanking your face close to his to connect your lips in a heated kiss. smacking his lips roughly over yours, moaning into his mouth, his eyes focused on your face as you close your eyes too comfortably for his liking. as if you're not in trouble for the shit you pulled.

your hands kept to yourself on either side of his wide shoulders, eren dragging you down to lay on your back onto the cushion you previously sat on, slipping off the black panties covering your neglected pussy, weeping, and waiting for him to get home to do exactly this. staring up at him with glee in your eyes, it's the opposite in his. he can't hear a thing you say because of his headphones, not bothering to toss them off because the only thing on his mind is sliding his dick inside of you and getting his nut off.

raising your knees without his help, he's pushing them further up to your chest, folding you still before arching his neck to release globs of spit onto your cunt three times max, each one emitting a ‘puh’ sound. you clench from his dirty act. his big body hovers over yours, heavy dick practically drenched in precum resting on your mound before eren angles his hips to slip into you. he doesn't give you time to brace yourself, gasping as he groans and thrusts his hips fast, your skin clapping and body jerking under him. beautiful green irises switching darker as he stares into your soul, your moans faintly being heard.

“think you fuckin slick, baby?” eren rasps, your mouth agape, his grip on your thighs harsh. “did that shit on purpose just so i can fuck that pretty pussy stupid on my cock, right?”

“y-yess,��� he watches you nod drunkenly, your hands digging on your sides into the rug beneath you. every pound into your slick pussy vibrates into your throat, following his rhythm. happy tears brim your eyes.

“s’okay. ‘cause i got something for you.”

his pace hastens, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he drills deep, jackhammering almost, like a needy, inexperienced boy. your cunts squelching loud, hand pressing at his abdomen in attempt to slow him down but he only fucks you harder, air knocking from your lungs. it's so fucking hot the way he's handling you right now, like he's been so deprived of you for so long he couldn't stand it. couldn't even take his clothes fully off, keeping every piece on because he needed you that badly.

“ooh, i'm fucking cumming. ssss, fuck,” eren moans. you squeal as eren takes both your arms and crosses them over your tummy, holding them there while he puts his weight on you and grunts in your face. sweat dampening his bandanna, breath mixing with yours as he cums inside you. coating your walls with thick spurts of white. your knees buckle from the feeling, his lower halve twitching from the rush.

eren licks his lips, stilling his movements to take a breather, knocking back one of the ears to his airpods to hear how desperate you sound, slowly pulling his dick out, still hard.

“eren, i didn't cum,” you whine, squirming with an attitude.

“i think i knew that.”

you put your middle finger up to him for his smart ass tone, eren arching a brow and scooping you up without another word. smiling, you cling to him as he moves towards the couch, deciding to stay seated on the floor, lifting you so you sit on his lap. his cock resting on his stomach where you're able to see toned abs and a dark, neatly trimmed happy trail to match your cute brazilian strip all cause of that slutty, grunge crop top he has on. his back rests against the furniture. you take the initiative to remove these stupid headphones so you could put your hands and mouth around his neck.

“i don’t think you understand how much i thought about fuckin’ you today. you really fuckin’ don’t.” eren lands a heavy hand on your ass causing you to jump and scoot forward from leaning back on his knees. “could barely fucking focus. all because you sent me that shit.”

“and because you miss me,” you whisper, delicately skimming your lips over his, arching into him as he spreads your ass cheeks apart after smoothing over them. spanking you hard on either side until you gasp into his mouth and he could kiss you again.

“sink on it real slow,” eren taps your clit with the tip to say he wants it done now. sucking on your lip, you raise yourself till he's kissing the entrance and gently easing down, indenting crescent moons into his broad shoulders momentarily. dragging your hands to your waist, you rub over your body, hissing and throwing your head back, feeling a storm of euphoria fuel you. eren hums in fascination as you lose yourself in the bond.

“g’na say sorry with your pussy, baby?” eren taunts in a baby-like tone.

“mhmm,” what eren wants, eren gets. and if he wanted you to ride his dick you were going to. getting up on the tips of your toes and rode only on the tip first, eren choking on his spit with brows furrowed and praising you. soon, inching lower to bounce yourself up and down to his liking, being sure to clench your walls a little tighter just to hear him whine. when eren gets really feral he gets really loud. unable to control what his vocal cords let out. he used to think it was embarrassing, but the two of you have shared enough time together to dismiss judgment. he sounds so pretty when he's getting fucked good.

“shit, you keep fuckin’ me like that m’ not gonna last,” ignoring him, you continue to clap your ass down, skin interaction picking back up, eren’s hands on your hips just for leverage. he never needs to guide you. a few squeezes occasionally since he's so sensitive. painfully aroused it makes no sense.

“i can't last long,” you warn, pawing at his chest as you raise your ass and fuck him faster, eren moaning and helping you out by pounding up into you. you fall forward into his arms, yanking you down each time you'd rise back up. smacking your ass just to hear your voice pick up. “eren, fuck baby!”

“unh huh, keep goin’,” eren’s face scrunches up, whining in your ear while keeping one of his tatted arms wrapped around your backside. your thighs begin to burn but you know stopping isn't an option when he sounds that good in your ear. eren gets aggressive and hits into you harder, same time ass you drop down with more force, tugging at his hair and he whimpers your name.  “keep that shit up, baby. yeahh.”

it feels so good you start crying, missing this so much. holding onto him for dear life as he somehow moves quicker, slouching in his spot so his neck settles back onto the couch, slipping his right hand under your right thigh and raising his hips to fuck up into you, lifting you like you're one of his weights at the gym. you watch as he mumbles ‘fuck’ with his eyes scrolled back and mouth wide open, jawline sharp, and adam’s apple in his throat prominent. he looked so fucking good right now you just had to kiss his neck. eren hitting that spot so good you can't control yourself from screaming, mouthing at his neck and leaving hickeys. he smells good, hints of musk and that damn cologne you love, feels good, looks even better. then wonders why you act the way you did. he’s made a monster.

“you fuck me so good, ‘ren. love you so much, missed you so much,” at this point you're babbling, saying anything that comes from your brain mindlessly. it's enough to make eren bellow streams of curses before hiking your ass off and nutting over your back, eren releasing a high-pitched gasp as he stares up at the ceiling in a daze. vision blurry. 

before you complain, eren’s lifting you higher and scoots further down to sit you on his face, hot mouth munching on your soaked cunt with puffy lips. your eyes cross and you scream into the air, gripping the couch as he slides two fingers, middle and pointer, deep into your hole, thrusting while his fat tongue laps at your clit, silver cuban link on his wrist cold on your stomach. he's swallowing your arousal like he's drinking a glass of water, moaning into your pussy and spanking your ass with his unoccupied hand.

“oh my . . .  god,” you're breathless as you cum, legs twitching and squealing from the intensity of your orgasm, losing balance and falling forward. eren smirks and smacks your ass one last time before moving from below you, sitting on his knees behind you and pushing your back down to fix your arch, turning your head to face him, fucked out face staring at him like he was crazy for putting his dick back inside you. you already feel so sore. 

eren arches his brow. “oh, you thought i was done?” 

[osachiyo]

𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖈 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗 · dazai, chuuya & fyodor .ೃ࿐

· 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𐙚 none, gn reader, sfw content, fluff, petnames, headcanons + little scenarios, not proofread

· 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 𐙚 sorry these are really short, im just trying to clear out as many requests as i can for now :') i was gonna add sigma n fukuzawa too but i wanted to get it out asap so i can work on my other wips. also ! i might focus a little more on fluff for the time being :) happy reading and hope you guys enjoyed !

𝖘𝖞𝖕𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖘... just some cute scenarios with some of the bsd men ᡣ𐭩

dazai.. was an interesting man. he never got flustered no matter how much you flirted with him, not even blushing when you did provocative actions like sitting on his lap, or whispering dirty words into his ear.

instead, he somehow counters your lines with his own — leaving you the one flustered.

but when you give him genuine compliments, or do something nice for him genuinely from the goodness of your heart, the same man who's seemingly unaffected by your advances, somehow turns into putty — melting in the clutch of your warm grasp.

in the quiet sanctuary of your shared bedroom, you hummed sweet words against dazai's dark locks, your lips finding solace on the crown of his head. "you're so pretty," you whispered, a genuine compliment that seemed to momentarily lift the weight of his rough day.

"darling, not as pretty as you," he chuckled, his voice muffled as he buried his face in your chest. the day had taken its toll on him, a tough mission leaving him with more than a fair share of injuries. but those details could wait for another time.

for dazai, these moments were treasures. lying in your arms or having you nestled in his, the simple pleasure of each other's company became a haven. the absence of distractions allowed him to savor the rare peace he found with you, a feeling that almost made him giddy.

your words, genuine and warm, were like a balm for his weary soul. in these moments, he set aside his usual snarky quips and jokes, content to bask in the embrace and scent that spoke of comfort and home. the sincerity in your praise quickened his heartbeat, and for once, dazai didn't need to hide behind humor.

though his face was hidden from your view, dazai couldn't conceal the flush of pink spreading across his cheeks. it was a secret shared only with the solitude of your embrace — a silent acknowledgment of the vulnerability and affection that blossomed in these stolen moments of peace.

considering chuuya's job, you two don't get to spend too much time together. but you had already known and accepted that when you started dating him.

though, when you two do get to spend some quality time together — it's all worth it. he makes sure to spoil you with his affection and attention when he has the chance — making up for all the time he's neglected you.

and after a whole day of getting spoiled by him — visiting fancy and expensive places, tasting amazing food, drinking the finest wine, you finally get to relax at home with your favorite person.

"quit scrunching that handsome face, babe," you sighed, smoothing the furrowed lines of his brows with your thumbs, delicately working the cleanser into his skin. chuuya simply hummed, surrendering to the soothing sensation and leaning into your touch.

"and what's the deal with this?" he asked, his arms enveloping your waist — right where they belonged. "it's just cleanser, does what it says — cleans your skin." chuuya hummed again, drawing small circles on your hips, "just make sure it stays out of my eyes, okay?" you rolled your eyes, adjusting yourself on his lap for better comfort, "obviously."

after rinsing off the cleanser and following through with the skincare routine you'd picked, chuuya stared at his reflection in the mirror — bunny headband adorning his head, bangs swept back and away from his face, which now felt surprisingly soft. "holy shit, my face feels so...smooth?" he blinked, gently squishing his own cheeks. you approached from behind, planting a tender kiss on his neck — "i did tell you my skincare routine works wonders."

"heh, yeah," he chuckled, turning to face you, playfully squishing your cheeks together before planting a soft kiss on your lips, "now it's your turn, love. your skin deserves some of that magic too."

fyodor was a busy man, you always catch him in that dimly lit room — typing away while staring at his monitors. with all the plotting, scheming and hacking — he never really has any time left to take real care of himself.

and that's exactly what you're here for — dragging him out of the dingy room, not paying any attention to his complaints or threats, you know he doesn't mean them.

taking off his ushanka, you wonder how much time had it actually been since he's properly washed his hair — but you didn't ask him that, knowing he'd be even more irritated.

fyodor's complaints ceased once you proposed a shared bath, both of you disrobing before slipping into the warm water. the temperature, meticulously adjusted to his liking, showcased your thoughtful consideration. though the usual positions were reversed, with him against your chest, it was necessary for you to tend to his hair.

"right there, love," fedya sighed in content, tilting his head back and savoring your touch. your fingers massaged the shampoo into his hair, focusing on his scalp. "feel good, huh?" you smiled, placing sweet kisses on the pale skin of his exposed neck before gently rinsing away the shampoo from his raven locks.

these tranquil moments held a special place in his heart. simple yet profound, they kindled a warmth within him. your loving gaze had the power to thaw even his typically cold heart. in those tender glances, he found a promise to himself — to craft the perfect world for both of you.

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[bro-atz]

shit, this is red too

in which: idol san goes to your home after months to see you, only to realize that you're not home; so, he needs to find a way to pass the time

pair: idol!san/afab!reader

word count: 3k

content: smut, masturbation, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), completely consensual!

apply for the permanent taglist here!

San wanted to surprise you. He told you that he was coming back to the country several weeks prior, but he didn’t give you the exact date because he wanted to see the look on your face when he showed up in front of you after months of being away. As much as you loved seeing him sing and dance and be a gorgeous, ethereal, talented being, you did wish that his company would give him a little more of a break so that the two of you could spend some time together. San, too, wished he could catch a break.

Luckily, ATEEZ finished their tour, and the company cleared their schedules for several weeks so that they could recuperate. San wanted to recuperate by spending as much time with you as he could, so instead of going back to the dorm, he went directly to your apartment. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. So, he took out the set of keys that you had given him some time ago and opened the door himself to see that you were nowhere to be found.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you home?”

There was no way San was going to get a response from you since you weren’t home. With a soft sigh, San set his bags down in a random corner in your apartment and walked around. The place was just as he remembered it— even your room. Rather than chill out on your couch, San decided to flop onto your bed. He was exhausted from traveling the world and promoting their latest comeback and making special appearances that he had half a mind to just pass out on your bed; however, he didn’t because he really wanted to be awake to see you.

San sat up and fixed up your pillows that fell over when he got on your bed, only to see something red sticking out from behind one of the pillows. San removed the object to see that it was a red, jelly vibrator roughly the same length and girth as him. He observed the vibrator with a keen eye and a slight prick of guilt. He had been gone for so long, which meant that the reason you had the vibrator was to help you get through the months without being able to fuck him. At least San would be home for the next several weeks so you could spare the use of your worn vibrator. He decided to put the vibrator in drawer of your nightstand before getting up to go freshen up.

While he did bring his bags filled with clothes with him, San went through your closet instead— he wanted to wear one of the millions of hoodies he bestowed upon you (and try to see if the sweater smelled like you, which it did). Sweater in hand, San shuffled over to his bags and grabbed a change of clothes to wear after taking a shower.

Your boyfriend was surprised when he entered your bathroom. Usually, you kept everything in your apartment, especially your bathroom, neat and organized, but your bathroom was a bit of a mess this time around. Clothes were scattered on the ground, and you had left out a bunch of face cleansers and moisturizers (you were in a rush, what can you say?). With a bemused and amused smile, San cleaned up after you. He organized all of your products the way you usually liked them, and then he picked up your clothes to throw into the hamper; but, before he threw them in the hamper, he did the sniff test just to make sure he wasn’t throwing perfectly clean clothes into your dirty laundry.

He saw your favorite pair of panties— a red lace pair that he actually gave to you— and snickered. Fun fact: your favorite color, like his hair, is red, which is why your vibrator, your panties, and his hair were all red. He shouldn’t have done the sniff test for your panties, but he did, and blood rushed straight to his crotch. San always loved the way you taste, and your panties just so happened to smell that way. Part of him wondered if you pleasured yourself while wearing the lingerie, only for him to get even more turned on. His head was swimming in so many hormones that he couldn’t even think about freshening up. Sure, he could have jacked off in the shower, but then he wouldn’t have been able to smell your panties.

You turned him into such a fucking horndog. San wanted to curse you for the way he was, but it wasn’t your fault because you never told him to sniff your panties. That was all him. And so, he fulfilled his perverted desire of jacking off to your red, lace panties by sitting on your bed and leaning against your pillows, your natural scent overwhelming him.

You had gone out to run some quick errands earlier that day. When you got home, the first thing you noticed were San’s shoes by the door. Your heart soared— you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get back from his world tour so fast, so you were extremely and pleasantly surprised. You looked around, assuming that your boyfriend was hiding so that he could pop up out of somewhere and hold his arms out, willing you to jump into his arms. However, San did no such sort of thing. You looked around the apartment, and he was just nowhere to be found. 

Before you could even call San’s name, you distinctly heard his muffled pants and moans along with him calling you by your name and his nickname for you. Quietly, you sneaked over to the direction of the moaning, also known as your bedroom. The door wasn’t shut all the way, so you were able to peak into the room through the tiny sliver between the door and the doorframe.

You didn’t mean to stare. You only meant to take a quick peak at what he was doing, but that definitely wasn’t going to happen especially because it had been months since you saw San in person. Seeing his flushed face as he buried his nose into your panties sent a wave of heat through your body. You also got a good look at his hand pumping his huge, throbbing dick, nearly making you drool. You loved the way San’s voice got higher the closer he got to his climax. He said your name airily and you felt your heart flutter. It was taking everything in you to keep from slamming the door open and just taking him right there and then, but you really wanted to watch him finish. In the however much time you had been dating San, you never got to see the look on his face when he finished— San was an ass man, and he loved to fuck you from behind, so you never got the proper chance to see how he looked when achieving orgasm.

San cumming was mesmerizing. Despite his head being in the clouds as he felt his orgasm approaching, he still had enough of a conscious to grab a tissue from your nightstand and cum into it. San came for a long, long time as if he was holding back his load for the past six months. He flung his head back and shuddered as his cock continued to spurt cum into the tissue. Finally, after his load was completely gone, he let out a soft sigh. He tossed the tissue into the trashcan in your room and wore his clothes properly again, the pair of red panties still tight in his grasp. He disappeared into the bathroom and put them into the hamper before returning to your room, only to see you walk in.

“Y/N!”

“Sannie!”

You jumped into his outstretched arms and hugged him tightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in the air. Shortly after, he set you down on the ground, his hands resting on your waist. Instantly, you cupped his face and kissed him passionately, his hands squeezing you a little more. Your singular kiss turned into a string of kisses, and soon, you were running your fingers through his hair and gripping the roots tightly. You walked him backwards so that he fell onto the bed with you on top of him pinning him down. You continued to make out with him as your hands reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled upwards.

“Baby, wait,” San gasped— you were moving a little too fast for him (not that he was complaining, but his dick wasn’t quite ready yet).

You completely pulled his shirt off and peppered kisses along his smooth chest and down his torso. “Sorry, Sannie,” you said while exhaling softly. “I seriously can’t wait anymore. I need you right now.”

“But, Y/N— oh fuck!”

San lost his mind the second you yanked down his pants and unsheathed his rock hard dick, pre-cum— or maybe it was residual cum from his little masturbation session from moments ago— dribbling down his length. You ran your tongue along him before taking him into your mouth. It’d been so long since you’ve tasted San and felt the warmth of his penis that you didn’t even savor him properly. You desperately wanted to feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly, but you could only move your head so fast. Actually, forget the back of your throat. You wanted to feel him ram against your cervix repeatedly. But first, more than anything, you wanted to taste his sweet cum and have it coat your throat entirely.

You felt San run his fingers through your hair and guide you, which meant he was close to coming. He was really struggling to control the lewd noises leaving his mouth, and he completely failed when you rested your hand on his thigh and squeezed to give yourself some sense of support the sloppier your blowjob got. It was when you gagged on San’s cock that he gave in. He came hard, your mouth completely filling with his white stickiness. Then, intentionally, you looked him in the eye with his dick still in your mouth, and you swallowed. San shivered at the sight of you, and his cock stiffened once more.

“Sannie,” his name rolled off your tongue sensually as you sat up and knelt, your knees on either side of him. “You taste so good. I missed your taste.”

Within seconds, San flipped you over and pinned you down, your back immediately arching as you felt his fingers brush along the small of your back. Just as you had with him earlier, he yanked down your pants and let out a little puff of air on your cunt. His tongue nearly lolled out of his mouth as he gazed at your pussy with starry eyes.

“I could say the same thing to you,” San replied with a slight chuckle.

You gasped when you felt San’s lips go right for the money. He sucked sweetly on your clit, making you grab onto the bedsheets for dear life. His hands guided your thighs upwards, giving him better access to pleasure you greatly with his tongue. His tongue prodded through your pussy’s lips, sending shocks through your nerves. Your hand unconsciously pushed your shirt up and clutched onto the hem, exposing your breast— your naked breast since you decided to go braless for the day. Meanwhile, San’s lips moved back to your clit so that he could shove two of his thick fingers into you. His fingers curled inside you, which made you curl your toes in response. Your breathy moans reverberated in the still air of the bedroom the more San fingered you. It was only when you let out a little cry that he moved up to see your face. Your eyes were squeezed tight, so you didn’t see the expression on his face until you opened them wide when his other hand cupped your breast.

“Braless, huh?” he asked rhetorically.

Not that you were planning on responding, but San didn’t even give you the chance to consider it. He licked your nipple before planting his mouth on it. The feeling of him sucking your breast delightfully and fingering you roughly was too much for you, especially after months of not being able to experience such pleasure by yourself.

“San, I’m cumming,” you cried as you attempted to grab his wrist and force his fingers out of you.

However, San had no intention of letting up. He only increased the friction between his fingers and your pussy, and soon, you squirted all over his hand. You moaned loudly as the orgasm overtook you entirely, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Once the high wore off, you blinked tears out of your eyes and looked at your boyfriend, who had the lustiest look on his face— he looked ready to pounce on you (making you wonder why he didn’t just annihilate you yet). He bit his lower lip and moved so that his face was near yours as he hovered above you.

“God, I missed you so much,” San whispered.

“I missed you a lot, too, my love.”

San smiled widely. He loved when you called him that. He pressed his lips against yours briefly before trailing his lips down your neck and planting a hickey right on your collarbone. His lips left your for a slight moment as he helped you out of your shirt, only to return to the other side of your neck— the side he had yet to kiss. His soft, red hair brushed against your jawline and ear. His hands ran up along the curves of your waist before wrapping his arms around you. As he embraced you, he turned so that he was the one laying on the bed and that you were the one on top.

“Turn around for me, baby,” San instructed softly.

You did as he asked. He held your ass and inhaled sharply— truly an ass man— before pushing you down slightly. You knew exactly what he wanted. You moved down enough so that you felt his cock press right against your folds. He positioned his dick and pushed his hips upwards slightly so that he slid right into you. You moaned sensually as he guided your ass downwards. Despite the fact that you had a vibrator roughly San’s size, still, nothing compared. San felt so much better than any sex toy ever could. You moaned loudly before sharply inhaling and biting back a moan.

“Don’t hold back, baby. You like it, right?” San asked, trying to get a reaction out of you.

You whimpered and nodded, but that wasn’t the reaction San was expecting. So, he slammed his hips upwards to meet yours, earning a loud cry from you. He held onto your ass tightly, guiding you up and down as your waist moved rhythmically to slam into his. Your pussy tightened as you heard San’s low grunts and groans, the register of his voice turning you on further.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight,” San hissed.

His hips slammed harder against yours.

“Sannie, I’m going to cum!” you cried.

“Not yet, baby. Wait for me.”

San pulled out abruptly and pushed you forward so that you were on your hands and knees; also known as doggy, his favorite position. He shoved his way into you quickly, the new angle making his waist slam into you much harder than you were expecting. He wasn’t moving as fast as he was before, though. You let out a small cry with every thrust, San grunting in response. He kept hitting your cervix over and over again, just as you wanted him to earlier, making you weak in the arms and legs.

You felt him place his large hand on your shoulder blades and push down firmly, pressing your chest into the bed. He pushed his body weight over you and fucked you harder. His lips were right next to your ear, so you heard his erratic breathing and felt the warm air from his mouth hit the most sensitive parts of your ear.

“You like that, baby?” San asked sensually.

You could only muster a nod— you were too busy moaning to give him a proper verbal answer (not that he needed it). You felt your orgasm nearing again, and the second that San slammed his waist into yours with all of the energy and force he could muster, the two of you came together. He completely filled you up, a low exhale mixed with a groan echoing in the room and in your ear.

As he pulled out, you felt his cum drip down your pussy. You immediately worried about getting your sheets dirty with his cum, only to see San quickly hop off your bed, scurry to the bathroom, and return with a towel that he spread out on the bed. You collapsed onto said towel and brought your breathing back to normal as San laid down on the bed next to you, his body facing yours.

“My baby,” he said with a soft sigh as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

He scooted the tiniest bit closer to you to leave a light kiss on your forehead. Then, he put his arm around you to let you comfortably lay your head on his arm. He got even closer to you and caressed your face with his other hand.

“Y/N, I missed you so much while I was away,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how I lasted this long without you.”

“Maybe I should give you a pair of my panties before you set off on another world tour,” you said with the hint of a giggle in your words.

“Wh-what?”

“I saw you earlier, my love.”

“What do you mean?”

“Masturbating.”

You watched San’s face steadily get bright red to match his hair. He hid his face by burying it in the nook of your neck and mumbled something about how embarrassed he was that you watched him get off on your panties.

“Where did you even find my panties, my love?” you leaned your head away and asked him while making eye contact with him.

“I, uh… I wanted to take a shower… Your clothes were all over the floor, so I started cleaning up… One thing led to another…” San explained meekly.

“You pervert,” you couldn’t help but laugh. “You missed me that much?”

“Of course! And you clearly missed me that much, too.”

“What do you mean?” now you were the one that was confused.

“That jelly vibrator. You didn’t have it or any other sex toys before I left.”

“Oh… That…” you bit your lower lip, slightly embarrassed. “I needed to relieve myself somehow, and my fingers wouldn’t cut it anymore. I wanted something big and hard.”

“Like me.”

You nodded.

“Was it any good?” San asked, genuinely curious.

“Kind of… But it was mostly disappointing because no one or thing could ever compare to how good you are in bed.”

San’s face went red once again. He wrapped his arms around you and moved down slightly to hug you while mumbling a shy thanks into your chest. You smiled and hugged him back, one of your hands stroking the back of his head. The two of you stayed hugging each other comfortably for a good moment before he leaned his head away and looked up at you with eyes that made you want to melt.

“I think I already know the answer, but why a red vibrator?”

“Because when you dyed your hair red, I wanted to get something that matched.”

“Oh… I thought you got it because your favorite color is red…”

You shook your head. You kissed San on the nose quickly, a smile blossoming onto his face. His hands squeezed you lightly, a naughty look quickly crossing across his face before being replaced with genuine curiosity.

“Do you plan on getting rid of it…?” he asked you slowly.

“I’m going to have to keep it since you’ll be going on tour at some point,” you replied while shaking your head.

“Then… Can we play with it?”

“Huh?”

San sat up and grabbed the vibrator from your nightstand. He tapped it on your crotch lightly several times, his eyes going dark with lust. You swallowed nervously as you realized San’s intention.

“What do you say, baby? Let’s have some fun.”

Biting your lower lip, you held your arms outstretched for him while nodding. Yes, let’s have some fun.

[notetakingnonsense]

Okay so: you had your zero day. Now it’s time for a reset.

Get in the shower/bath. Clean the previous week off of your body.

Do some skincare if that’s something you do. I like to use an oil cleanser with some facial massage tools.

Clean your desk. A tidy space is a clear mind.

Look at your assignments for this week so you know what you’re doing.

Organize your schedule on a physical or online planner. Write down due dates.

Set your alarm for tomorrow morning so you don’t wake up late.

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

🌷Summer Skincare Recommendations🌷

Hey babesss the summer is officially hereeeeee and I am so excited and I need to keep my girliesss skincare in check okay! So I will be listing my skincare favorites below that you can purchase on Amazon. Always consult your dermatologist and do your thorough research on these products to see if they will benefit your skin type. I will be rating everything out of 5 stars⭐️ <3333

Cleansers 

♡ ANUA Heartleaf Quercetinol Pore Deep Cleansing Foam

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♡ ANUA Heartleaf Pore Control Cleansing Oil ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Beauty of Joseon Green Plum Refreshing Cleanser Gel

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♡ ROUND LAB 1025 Dokdo Cleanser ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ COSRX Low pH Good Morning Gel Cleanser ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Toners 

♡ I'm from Rice Toner Milky Toner for Glowing Skin ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ ANUA Heartleaf 77 Soothing Toner ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Beauty of Joseon Ginseng Essence Water Hydrating Face Toner ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ ANUA Heartleaf 77 Toner Pad ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Beauty of Joseon Glow Replenishing Rice Facial Sebum Toner for Oily Combination Acne Skin ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ COSRX AHA/BHA Clarifying Treatment Toner ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Serums 

♡ Topicals Faded Brightening and Clearing Serum ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Beauty of Joseon Glow Serum Propolis and Niacinamide Hydrating Facial ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ SKIN1004 Madagascar Centella Asiatica Ampoule Facial Serum ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Youth To The People 15% Vitamin C Face Serum ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Anua Peach 70 Niacinamide Serum ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Moisturizers 

♡ Bio-Oil Skincare Body Oil, Serum for Scars and Stretchmarks, Face Moisturizer ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Beauty of Joseon Dynasty Cream Hydrating Face Moisturizer

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♡ Illiyoon Ceramide Ato Concentrate Cream Korean Moisturizer

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Eyecreams 

♡ Medicube Deep Reviving Peptide Eye Cream ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ COSRX Retinol Cream, 0.67 Oz, Anti-aging Eye & Neck Cream with Retinoid ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Beauty of Joseon Revive Eye Serum with Retinal Niacinamide Correction ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Sunscreen 

♡ ROUND LAB Birch Juice Moisturizing Sunscreen ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Neutrogena Clear Face Liquid Lotion Sunscreen ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ La Roche-Posay Anthelios Light Fluid Facial Sunscreen ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Face Masks 

♡ COSRX Snail Mucin Sheet Mask ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Collagen Lifting Mask ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

♡ Aztec Secret Indian Healing Clay Deep Pore Cleansing Facial & Body Mask ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Skincare Tools

♡ BAIMEI Jade Roller & Gua Sha Set Face Roller and Gua Sha Facial Tools

♡ Colorfarm Facial Steamer Nano Ionic: Face Steamer Deep Cleaning Unclogs Pores - Humidifier

♡ Ice Roller for Face, Ice Face Roller & Eye Puffiness Relief

♡ 7 Colors Led Light Therapy Facial Mask, Face Light Therapy Mask for Face

♡ NuFACE MINI+ Microcurrent Facial Device Kit - FDA Cleared Face Sculpting & Skin Tightening Device

[angellayercake]

You know you have it bad when you start fantasizing about the silliest softest things imaginable.

Travelling alone is an absolute nightmare on your skin, let alone wearing and sweating in the thick paints every night. Using only horrible hotel room water and cheap soap to wash it off and he is from a generation of men that do not know what moisturiser is.

One day you get tired of seeing him rub at his face with a soapy wash cloth so you take matters into your own hands. You confiscate his usual products and send him into his post ritual shower with a foamy cleanser with careful instructions to only use his hands.

He grumbles when he is finished the stubborn black paint still covering his face but you shush him as you wrap him in the fluffy complimentary robe and sit him in front of you at the mirror. He spares you one last glare before he closes his eyes at your request and lets you get to work.

You begin with a cleansing balm, melting away the remnants of his paint until there are no traces left even in the most stubborn areas. His thick eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and his jawline. He is starting to relax under your hands already, his shoulders relaxing and his brow smoothing at least as much as it can. There are some lines so deep that no amount of relaxation will smooth away but you love him all the more for them.

You wipe the product away with damp cotton pads until his face is clean and clear and as reluctant as he is to admit it this already feels much better than his usual routine as you generously called it. You explain what you are doing as you continue through the next steps. Gentle acidic exfoliation focusing just on the dryer patches that form at the corners of his lips and between his eyebrows.

He had scoffed when you had first explained the products you had chosen but as you apply each layer he begins to feel the deep hydration you are working into his skin. The usual stiff tightness he ignores as he collapses in his bed never even starts as you pat toner into his skin and he can't help the range of expressions he pulls in the mirror without feeling that familiar uncomfortable pull.

You encourage his eyes closed again so you can smooth some light cream over his eyelids, the delicate skin especially abused by his thick black paint and vigorous scrubbing to remove it. Then a thicker balm for his lips though you suspect this is one product he is more than familiar with. You were well acquainted with his soft lips and the fact that they were never ever chapped.

Finally you apply the moisturizer, working it everywhere you can reach, soothing the tension in his temples and jaw, sweeping across his cheekbones and forehead and working down his chin to his neck until every bit of product has been absorbed.

You settle your hands over his chest feeling his slow steady heartbeat and watch as his eyes flutter open, lost as he was in your gentle treatment of him. His face is glowing but not only from the lotions and potions but from his satisfaction. You have shared something with him that may seem small or insignificant but that shows you care for him in a way very few people have before.

He presses his hands to his face marveling at how soft it feels and accuses you of working some kind of magic and demands you explain to him exactly what you did to make him feel so good. You swat at his chest playfully. You had been explaining all along if he had bothered to listen but he takes your hands in his, kissing your palms and explaining how he couldn't have concentrated on anything but your talented fingers.

He gives you that look you can never resist and smiles when you go all the way back to the beginning, listening intently as you explain but only relinquishing one of your hands for your demonstration. You would go through it all a thousand times if I made him as happy as he looks in this moment.

[bellewintersroe]

The last daniel fic was delicious. my brain has been working, Danny ric absolutely knows your full skincare routine just because of how much he admires you (I currently have six serums in rotation) so maybe one night reader comes back after a night out or something and doesn’t remember anything. So in the morning Daniel informs her that the skincare routine has not been missed and telling reader exactly what he used and how he used it, being so proud of himself. <3

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Fluff ☁️

This is the cutest request ever, thank you sm!! Daniel is deffo to the type to look after his gf like a Princess (who even if he doesn’t know the exact names of everything) but I hope this is okay! <3

No warnings just Daniel being cute af and taking care of drunk!reader.

“So I was thinking for next weekend we could- uh, babe, what even is that?” Daniel paused, frowning at the door as he caught sight of you using your Jade Roller Gua Sha. “My Gua Sha.” You casually responded, glimpsing back to him in the mirror before continuing with your daily massages.

“Whatt…” Daniel slowly spoke stepping closer and sliding a gentle hand over the back of your waist. That’s how he always was, so soft with all his movements with you. The look of confusion in your face made you giggle as you spun around kissing his cheek adoringly. “Six steps, babe. It’s all just skin care.”

“Ah okay.” He pretended to know what was going on, eyes roaming over the several bottles neatly stood up on the work surface. “What’s this?”

“Tinted moisturiser? You want some, stops your skin from aging so badly and gives you a tan.” Daniel leapt back seeing you ready to apply some. “I’m good!” He did not want any tan on his face. “Maybe I should start doing your skin care.”

“That’s okay, babe, I don’t really understand all of it.” He was right, it would be another six months of being together before he understood vaguely each step. He knew how important it was to you, those mysterious bottles travelled with you everywhere, he even found a couple things lingering in the fridge. That’s why when you came stumbling in drunk at 2am, Daniel knew exactly what he had to do. “I’m too tired to wipe my makeup off.” You slurred, sighing as you slumped over the edge of the sink. You’d brushed your teeth, that felt like enough for your tired out, drunken brain.

“Awww god, never thought I’d see the day you weren't doing all that shit to your face!” He laughed, already washing his hands in preparation. “Mmmh.” You lazily responded as he dried his hands, pulling your hair back with your fluffy headband to get your face clear. His hands messed with your hair slightly, swiping it back out of your eyes carefully. Drunkly, you’d press messy kisses to his face, in complete adoration of the sexy Australian that you called your boyfriend.

“Eyelashes.” You whispered, pointing it before pulling off the strips and sticking them onto the side. Daniel proceeded to use your makeup cleansing balm, being as gentle as ever as he massaged the product into your face, wiping it clear of the foundation and product. The eyes were particularly tricky, so he reverted to a makeup wipe. But with everything else he felt like a pro, cleanser, moisturiser, some weird thing you called ‘serum’, lip balm, hell he even took your literal contact lenses out for you.

You were a certified mess, borderline passed out at the bathroom counter, so when you woke up feeling a hungover mess, you were borderline concerned as to why your skin felt so lovely and fresh. Your fingers felt for any remnants of mascara or brow gel on your face, but felt nothing. Your lips were smooth as you rubbed them together and any greasy foundation from last night had been cleaned straight off.

“Mmmh.” Not thinking too deeply into it, you threw an arm around Daniel, wrapping his warm body closely to you to escape the chilly blow of the air conditioning.

“Are you hungover, baby?” The Australian besides you sent shivers down your spine with his husky voice. “Mmmmh, kinda.” Your eyes remained shut against his chest as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “I wiped your makeup off last night.”

“Thank you, Daniel.” You tiredly hummed, rubbing his chest in appreciation. “Full… full moisturiser and everything.” This caught your attention. You shifted, sitting up slowly so the blood wouldn’t rush from your head.

“Oh yeah? Is that why my skin feels so nice?” The two of you were caressing your face. “I think I did everything, babe. I’m becoming a master at this. I used your wax melt thing first, literally melted off your makeup.” He cleared his throat. “Then I cleaned. Twice, like you always do…” at this point you were climbing on top of his hips, straddling him out of the pure excitement that Daniel memorised all of this (even if the names of things weren’t exactly spot on). “Put on ya moisturiser, all those serum things, your lip balm, spot cream that I steal- I even rolled your face for more than two minutes with your thing.”

“Gua Sha?” You’d giggle, your heart warm with appreciation. “Gua Sha.” Daniel confirmed. “Oh, Daniel.” You swooned. “I do love you. You didn’t need to do all that. Weren’t you tired?” “Nah, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure I didn’t miss a step and now you’re still pretty, all because of me.” He teased as I nudged his belly playfully. “I take care of you that’s what I do.” He announced proudly as your grin would be widespread.

“I know you do. Thank you, baby.” He’d be so warm and cuddly, holding you into his chest with muffled groans, and oh my god he’d have the biggest smile on his face ever. He was high key so proud of himself for nailing each skin care step that he’d literally take over for you each time you would do it on an evening. Eventually he would nail all of the steps (and names) and eventually he himself could nail you in return!

[roostersbby69]

1.0 | For old times sake

Summary: Bradley hasn’t gotten any action with his wife. They didn’t have kids, not because of their jobs, but because she just didn’t want to anymore. Bradley had a very high sex drive, and his maid that his wife hired might just give him a memory refresh of how good sex is.

Warnings: This chapter is a little bit more angsty. Sorry.

For old times sake masterlist. Full masterlist.

As Bradley was sipping his morning coffee, Isabelle walked into the kitchen and kissed him on the cheek with a soft, “Good morning.”

He turned around with wide eyes as she walked away to grab a mug herself and scrunched his brows, “Morning.”

“How did you sleep?” She asked as she walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a mug.

“Uhm, good” he cleared his throat.

“That’s good.” She hummed as she poured in some creamer and set it back in the fridge, “I’m taking a morning shower, if you want to join.” She winked and walked down the hallway slowly and swayed her hips.

Bradley looked back to the kitchen and set his mug down before slowly and cautiously walking down the hallway to their bathroom.

-

This morning you were coming early to clean for the Bradshaw’s. They had mentioned they had a lot planned and you had assignments to catch up on, so an earlier time worked best for you.

You pulled into the driveway and grabbed your bag before getting out and locking the doors.

Knocking on the front door, you stepped back and waited for someone to answer. You knew they were home as both of their vehicles were parked under the garage.

You waited for a second and after no response you knocked a second time.

Just as you were about to knock a third time, Isabelle walked to the door and opened it for you.

Her hair was wet and she was fumbling with the tie on her rob, clearly trying to make sure you took notice of it.

“Hi, so sorry, we were…” she trailed off and looked back to Mr. Bradshaw who was standing in the kitchen with wet hair and a pair of jeans on, “…busy.”

You looked to Bradley then back to her and put a false smile on your face, “That’s fine.”

She let you inside and you took your shoes off and set your bag down on the back of the chair.

Your heart was crushed, you should’ve known before you got yourself into this situation. Sleeping with a married man was wrong.

Bradley set his mug down with a hurt look on his face that also seemed laced with confusion. He didn’t know you were coming this early, you usually came around 3:00 and right now it was 11:30.

“I’m going to get ready.” She walked over to Bradley and grabbed his face before planting a kiss on his lips and laughing as she disappeared down the hallway.

“Morning.” You mumbled as you walked past him to look under the sink.

“Good morning.” He greeted you back and watched as you grabbed a couple cleansers out and closed the cabinet with your foot. Your face had something written on it that he never saw before.

You looked concentrated and annoyed.

Isabelle was acting different this morning, she was kinder, sweeter, more affectionate. And she even invited him in the shower.

Which was odd, they never showered together. Although he liked to.

He watched as you moved past him and sprayed the counter. Bradley moved out of your way and stood beside you, craning his neck down to look at your face.

“Are you okay?” He asked with concern, gently.

“M’fine.” You mumbled as you moved past him once again and grabbed a rag.

He wasn’t going to lie, he was a little annoyed at your attitude and he didn’t think he did anything wrong.

“Are you sure?” He said softer this time.

“Yes.” You nodded and never looked up to him.

Bradley nodded and walked towards the living room, deciding to give you your space. He didn’t want to push you any more and he definitely didn’t want to make anymore wrong moves.

So instead, he turned on the baseball game and kept to himself while you did your job.

Isabelle walked in later with a smile on her face and a bag on her shoulder.

“I’m off to class.” She bent down and kissed Bradley’s cheek and made sure to make sure you saw.

“Bye.” He said as she walked to the kitchen and came up behind you.

She opened the fridge and looked back to make sure Bradley couldn’t see before bending down to your ear, “Remember our little talk.”

You looked back at her with anger in your eyes as she smirked and walked off, waving her bony fingers at you.

She walked out the door and you felt tears in your eyes as you rubbed them away furiously and got back to wiping down the counters.

“Hey,” Bradleys deep voice came from behind you, “What’s going on?”

You looked to him to see he was leaning against the counter, crossing his arms.

“Nothing.” You muttered as you turned back to the counter and rubbed the spot you’ve been scrubbing for the past ten minutes.

“Bull shit.” He said as he walked towards you and set his hands on your shoulders to turn you around to face him.

“Look at me.” He lightly shook you and watched as your red eyes met his, his gaze softened, “Hey, tell me what’s wrong, talk to me.” He lowerred his voice and rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks.

You snatched your face away from his hands and blinked hard, “Why do you care?” You sounded like a child.

He scoffed, “What do you mean?”

You took a deal breath and then sighed, “I can’t do this anymore Bradley.” You shook your head.

“Do what, honey?”

“You’re a married man, Bradley” you never called him that, “You have a wife. I’m your maid and we had an affair.”

He swallowed thickly and looked to the ground, “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. Not yours. I care about you, Y/n.”

“Oh yeah? Well, what about your wife then. Huh? The woman you married?”

“Stop.” He muttered as you walked towards him and talked with your hands.

“You had an affair with me, damnit!” You yelled and threw the towel down onto the white counter.

He grabbed your hands and stopped you in your tracks and he yelled back, “We’re getting divorced!”

You both stared into each others eyes as he breathed heavy and released his grip on you, “I got the papers and we’re getting a divorce. She doesn’t know.”

“Then what was that email that got sent to me?” You crossed your arms and returned back to your anger.

“What email?” He asked with genuine confusion.

You realized what you said and backed away slowly, “Nothing.”

“What are you talking about, what email?” He asked as you grabbed your bag and slung it onto your shoulder.

“Nothing.” You muttered as you slipped on your shoes and dug out your keys, “I have to go.”

“Y/n!” He yelled as he chased after, you slammed the door in his face and he grunted before opening it back up and walking outside, “Y/n!”

You started the car and clicked your seatbelt on as he walked to your window and tapped on it, you looked at him and drove off.

“Shit.” He muttered as he ran back inside and grabbed his computer and phone.

He opened the email app and looked through the send messages before his eyes landed on one sent from last night.

“Fuck.” He muttered, Isabelle had his email password, shes the only one who does other than him. She must’ve suspected something and sent you a message.

He read over it again and again as one line echoed through his head, “I know what happened two years ago…” what did that mean? He didn’t care, he was furious that Isabelle had emailed you that and wondered why she would send one in the first place. She had no right to talk to you like this.

He grabbed his keys and got into his car and pressed Isabelle’s contact.

He listened to it ring for a second and sighed when she finally picked up.

“Hello?”

“Why would you send Y/n an email?” He said as he sped off down the road.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, why the fuck did you do it?”

There was a pause before she answered again, “I found the divorce papers Bradley, if anyone’s dumb its you, I know about your little thing with her. If you hand them to me I will take them to court and tell them that you’ve been sleeping with another woman who is in college.”

Bradley clenched his jaw as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and turned down a road. “What do you want?”

“I want money.”

“What?” He asked.

“I want 32,000 dollars then we will get a divorce and I wont tell anyone about her.”

His chest heaved as he turned down another road and the Hard Deck came into his view., “Why the fuck do you need 32,000 dollars?”

“That isn’t any of your business.”

“It is, it’s my money.”

“Think wisely on it, Bradley.” She said before the line went dead and he threw the phone into the passenger seat.

He pulled into the parking lot of the Hard Deck and slammed on breaks into a parking spot.

He angrily got out and ran to the front door and burst into the restaurant.

Multiple eyes looked up to him as he scanned the room and walked further inside.

“Rooster?” Penny asked as she wiped down a cup behind the bar.

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

“Did a girl come in here with a yellow tank top on, white shorts, hair pulled up. About this tall?” He held his hand out to your height.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “She’s outside.” She pointed out the window and Bradley saw you sitting on the sand, facing the water.

He thanked her and ran to the back door to be hit in the face with warm air and the smell of the salty water.

Bradley composed himself and walked towards you on the sand slowly, to not startle you, and sat down beside you.

Your head whipped to him, “Bradley?”

“Hey, honey.” He softly said as he looked out to the ocean, he noticed the tears in your eyes and the red splotches from you crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Same thing you are.” He shrugged, “I used to come right here when my dad passed and used to think about all the memories I had with him, which wasn’t many, since he died when I was young.”

“I’m sorry.” You brought your knees to your chest and watched the sunset his his face and make his eyes lighter.

“Don’t be.” He shook his head and finally turned to you, “I read the email.”

Your throat tightened and you refused to look at him.

“I’m not going to push, but Isabelle knows about the divorce papers and about us. She wants money now.” He explained carefully.

You nodded, shocked, “Why does she want money?”

“She wont say.” He shrugged, “Can you tell me what happened two years ago?”

You sighed and ran your index finger through the sand, tracing patterns into it.

He watched you carefully and listened as you took a deep breath.

“When I was twenty three, I met this guy named Austin. He was a fraternity guy and I thought that I would get more attention by being with him. Two months later,” you swallowed and felt your throat tighten, Bradley scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, you cleared your throat and shook your head, “Two months later, I found out I was pregnant.”

His eyes widened as he looked down at you as you continued.

“I told him and he was very very very unhappy about it. He didn’t want to be seen with me anymore, he didn’t want anything to do with the baby or me, and wanted me to get rid of it. He wanted me to get an abortion. But I didn’t want to, and I told him and he” you blinked back tears, “he got very mad. And we were at a restaurant that had a bar in it and got a drink, a non alcoholic one. I felt dizzy and he told me to drink something to make me feel better, so he handed me another. I passed out in the bar and woke up in a hospital the next day. I was informed that I had a miscarriage due to being drugged that night.”

Bradley felt his own throat tightening as you finished, he had no idea that this is what was wrong. He was absolutely fucking furious that Isabelle brought it up and threatened you with it. His face was red and his jaw was clenched until he heard you sniffling again and his face softened.

“It was all in the papers and I never got justice against it. Everyone believed it was my fault, that I found out I was pregnant and went to drink to try and kill the baby.” You finished and rubbed your eyes, soaking your fingers with tears.

“I’m so sorry.” He had no words, no words could fix this pain that sat inside you. He could never imagine you doing such a thing, you were the sweetest thing on earth.

“It’s ok.” You whispered as you sniffed and tried to pull yourself together.

“It isn’t.” He shook his head and scooted closer to you until your sides were pressed together, “I won’t let anything happen like that to you again.” He promised and brought his thumb up to swipe a tear from your cheek.

-

“Should we go out there?” Fritz asked as he and Penny watched out the window from inside.

“No,” she shook her head and watched as Bradley tucked the hair behind your ear and cradled your head to his chest, “Bradley’s got it.”

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Authors note: Crying 😭 here’s some tissues 🧻 sorry this part was a little more sad :(

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