#his skin looks so moisturized haha

[bambisnc]

- thinking about road trips where you end up sitting on sungchan's lap because there's just not enough space in the car and your group of friends all pulled straws but you both were the unfortunate ones to have the shortest ones :/

- thinking about him with his arms constantly wrapped around your waist; that's just to ensure you don't uh fall off obviously!! why would he have any other reason to do that haha? wdym he's blushing haha no he's not?!

- thinking about him taking advantage of this position to keep sneaking in kisses here and there when he thinks his other members aren't looking; you're pretty sure that glossy chapstick of his is able to keep your own lips rather well moisturized at this point..

- thinking about him placing his jacket around you when you fall asleep on him - head resting in the crook of his neck as he ever so gently cards his fingers through your hair; his content humming acting perfectly as a soothing lullaby - thinking about him placing his headphones over your ears when you feel a bit overstimulated and cramped due to the excess chaos inside the car and switching on the playlist he made for you

- thinking of him placing one final kiss on your neck as if placing a silent, secret promise into your skin; hey i know it's a bit much right now, but i'm here for you okay? just rest, pretty, we'll be there before you know it. <3

notes : queue (2) idk if i like the repetitive starting thing but i dont have enough brain cells to think about any other sjdkldkjdjsldlsd + [m.list]

[seeminglydark]

What is John and Caros morning and nighttime routine?

Probably different when they aren’t together and Caro’s on the road, but they mostly stay at John’s place. he does all the cooking, cuz Caro can’t even make toast. Spend the time together, get ready for the day if they are on the same schedule (which is rare, often times he’s getting ready for work while they’re getting ready for bed and vis versa because of their night shift and his early morning one) and at night, wind down together, laying in bed watching movies or Caro reading horror novels out loud while John draws. Mostly, they like to chill out together.

John is up earlier so he will shower and make coffee for Caro and feed creaky. He’ll wake them up and dry his hair cuz he doesn’t like it dripping on him. Skin care routine, cover his facial scars and put on makeup (eyeliner, or more if he’s feeling it, including eye shadow and highlight.) Caro showers, air drys their hair and puts in their contacts (clear, their eyes are actually violet) moisturizer, and draws on eyebrows. While they are finishing up John’s making breakfast. They might go on a little walk or trip together if both are off.

Night time they both work out together. John removes makeup and showers again and dries hair. Does skin care again. Puts fresh pillow cases on all the pillows. Maybe changes sheets, he does that often. They might have a snack. Lay in bed and laugh about the day, look at stuff on Caro’s phone, watch movies. Fall asleep.

I’m linking to the Mil-Liminal comic just cuz there’s literally an update called morning routine where we follow John get his day started haha! Check it out here <3

[crowscadence]

✨What kind of skincare routines I think the BSD characters have✨

I randomly got the idea for this so here we go!

Characters: Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Yosano, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Sigma, Fyodor, Nikolai

Atsushi

I feel like this could go either way

Either he has something but it’s pretty basic (like a face wash and maybe moisturizer)

Or he just uses like. Dawn dish soap.

(I know that in wan he said he uses only a bar of soap but wan isn’t canon and shhh lemme have my headcanons)

Dazai

Haha. No. Absolutely not.

I’d be surprised if he even washes his face every single day

Kunikida

His is probably pretty good

He probably has a pretty strict bedtime routine that he sticks to religiously

He doesn’t buy super expensive products or ones he doesn’t need but he takes it seriously

Yosano

Girl has it down to a SCIENCE

Her skin is fucking radiant

Doctor knowledge also lets her know better what products are best (I know she’s not a dermatologist but still)

Akutagawa

He used to not have one

Gin convinced him to do one with her

They do it together as sibling bonding time

Chuuya

I feel like he has a pretty good one too

Somewhere on the scale between Kunikida and Yosano

This man buys the super expensive products. He’s got the money so he may as well

When they were older teenagers Dazai 100% teased him about it

Sigma

He’s definitely got one, probably one that’s kind of extensive too

He uses it as a way to calm down and unwind

Fyodor

No.

This man looks like he hasn’t showered since the Cambrian era and you really expect him to take care of his skin?

Nikolai

Views it as tethering him to other people

Probably uses some shit like lighter fluid/j

Might make a part 2

[mizuki-herazaki]

TWST How the characters say Happy Birthday to MC part 2

Back again with part 2 this includes Savanaclaw and Pomefiore!! Enjoy! Part 1 part 3!

Ruggie and Leona 

Yuu is in their next class and sees Leona and Ruggie walk in. Leona completely ignores Yuu and sits behind them. Ruggie sighs and says “Come on Leona at least say happy birthday! Jeez, anyways Happy Birthday Yuu!” 

“Thanks Ruggie!” Yuu say with a smile and then Ruggie continues talking

“I didn’t exactly get you a present but I can share some secrets with you on how to get discounts or smuggle food!” he snickers.

Yuu laughs  with him “That’d be nice!”

Ruggie then sits next to Leona and leans towards him with a grin “Sooo~ Leona what’s your gift gonna be? I’m sure you got some pricey items!” He says jokingly.

Leona scowls “Nothing! Now shut it!”

Yuu crosses their arms with a pout and Leona starts to feel kind of bad but ignores it. 

At the end of class as Yuu are leaving Leona pats their head as he walks away in front “Have a good day herbivore. It’s all yours” he says without looking back at them. Yuu smiles at his back watching him leave.

Jack Howl

It’s time for gym and Jack is doing push ups until he spots Yuu. He gets up excitedly with a smile “Happy Birthday Yuu! I Have a gift just wait 5 seconds here” 

He runs across to the other side of the track, picks up a box, and runs back, seemingly actually timing himself. He celebrates actually doing it within five seconds and then holds out the box to Yuu “Here you go!”

Yuu goes to grab the box but gets a bit shocked by the weight of it and stumbles. Yuu carefully places the box down and opens it to reveal an adjustable weighted vest.

“U-umm thanks~!” Yuu said with a polite smile.

Jack excitedly smiles back “Right! Come on, try it now! It’ll make gym class much more of a challenge and more fun too!”

Yuu smiles awkwardly but cannot say no to his genuine excitement. 

*Gym was exceptionally tiring for Yuu this time around*

Rook and Vil

After gym ends Yuu get a break before you’re next class. While sitting on a bench outside of the school building Rook and Vil are seen walking in your direction. Vil Eyes you up and down with a disappointed look “Oh no honey you look like  a wet poodle, we can’t have that on your birthday” He says simply. Rook Happily shouts from behind Vil before getting closer “Happy Birthday Mademoiselle” *Mwah Mwah* he says while kissing the sides of your cheeks and then continuing “We shall make thee look Magnifique today! As it is your special day!” He shouts more, yuu basically seeing a raining rose filter surround him.

“Thanks Rook” you respond. And then you are basically dragged off to Pomefiore Dorm.

MAKEOVER TIME! They dress Yuu up in a super nice outfit and Vil does your hair, finishing up the look with a crown and makeup.

“PERFECT 100 POINTS!!!” Rook shouts

“Yes spudling you actually look presentable for once, but of course since I dolled you up” Vil says with a satisfied smile, proud of himself.

Vil then gives you a nice looking bottle “Anyways here is your gift, It’s a skin moisturizing spray. Use it daily and your skin will be as smooth and soft as mine…one day anyways…maybe”.

Yuu laughs and thanks them as they get ready to leave.

Epel Felmier

As you are about to leave Pomefiore Epel spots Yuu and runs over “Hey wait up Yuu!”

You turn around to see him and stop “Hey Epel!” You smile.

Epel freezes as he looks at Yuu “...Woah you look beautiful!”

Yuu laughed a bit and then responded “Thanks! Rook and Vil just finished helping me out”

Epel laughs too “Sounds like them! Anyways, here's your gift handmade by yours truly! Mee mah taught me how to make them!” He says happily showing Yuu a crochet brooch in the shape of an apple.

“Aww~ so cute!!” You look at it in awe.

“Haha Thanks! I really tried hard” He attaches the brooch to your jacket with a smile. “Well happy birthday again! See you later!”

“Yep Later!” You say waving goodbye.

[bottle-o-wonder]

JTK Appearance HCs

This is just how he look in my head..

His hait was dark brown before the fire, was burnt black after, and then grew out back to his natural color. It's kind of curly but only at the end, and it cuts of at his shoulders. He 💯 wears a wolf cut.

His skin isn't that pale anymore and most areas have healed, except places like his face, hands, and neck. His skin is really dry but he does a good job of carrying lotion and moisturizers with him at all times as well as eye drops.

Some parts of his face weren't burned as bad as others, therefore the right side of his fave is worse than the left.

He has eyelids, and can project his eyes out to the point they're bulging, doesn't do it often though it gives him migraines.

He recuts his smile once a year, with the help of EJ. He just does this to define it so it isn't so deep. His lips (or what's left of them) are thin and dry and his teeth are perfect.

He's about 6', maybe 6'2, I don't believe anyone is really that tall unless it's LJ or Slender.

He dresses in typical alt clothing that he takes from his victims, converse>>>>vans person.

He started dying the underside of his hair red to match his dog.

He has a smiley piercing (haha) and matching ear piercings with BEN.

[calx-bdo]

KAZUJA??? AND SPIDERMAN??? 2HAT IF

I AM NOT A TRAINED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL. ALL METHODS FOR TREATMENT ARE PURELY FICTIONAL, AFTER BRIEF RESEARCH. DO NOT FOLLOW FOR TREATED WOUNDS IRL. SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP FOR TREATING OPEN WOUNDS AND GASHES.

Something knocks on your window. It was late at night, past 12 am, perhaps even 1 am. What on earth could be outside your window at such an unholy hour?

Slowly, you grasped the wooden bat underneath your bed (in case, can't tell what could happen in New York), and slowly opened the curtain, hand tightly wrapped around the window handle. Slowly, you pushed the window open, the wooden bat ready to be aimed at the intruder's face.

You swung your bat- Hey, where'd it go? And what's this sticky web on your hand?! You gazed in fright at your intruder, expecting some punk with a black ski mask or something, with those dragon tattoos and all that. You know, typical Underground Gang stuff.

"Kazuha? What..what are you doing here? OH MY GOD ARE YOU BLEEDING?" You quickly gasped in horror as a wave of panic swept over you. Kazuha had a huge gash running down his chest, though not deep, but still enough to make you lose your absolute mind. "Get in, I'll bandage you up!" Thank god you were a trained medical professional. You haven't even realised the Spider-Man mask half pulled up, letting some of his front hair out.

Kazuha plopped down on your bed, letting out a wince.

"Sorry, this might hurt a bit."

You slowly cleaned the wound with clean water from your tap, truly hoping that the government-assured "drinking quality tap water" wasn't a fraud. Then, gently, using a clean, dry towel, you pressed it to the gash, absorbing the moisture from the wound.

Next, you tightly wrapped the bandage around his gash, trying your best to not stare at his muscles and abs, but god. It was so..stunning? It's almost feminine in a way, with a tiny waist and broad shoulders. His collarbone is so defined, and his skin with cuts here and there, healed scars, oh my goodness, he was beautiful.

"Haha, are you trying to bandage me up or trying to get a good look at me?" Kazuha's soft voice teased. You could feel the heat rise to your face, eyes trying to look everywhere but his softly smirking face, his eyes gazing at you with a smidge of mischief in them.

You quickly finished bandaging him out of embarrassment and plopped down next to him. "L-let's talk about the bigger problem. You're Spider-Man?"

Now it was Kazuha's turn to blush. He looked down, face tinted a light pink, laughing nervously.

"Yeah..And the reason why I came to you was because I didn't really...have anyone else to go to? Sure, Aunt Beidou and Aunty Ningguang are trustworthy, but I'm not really keen on letting them in on my vigilante double-life. You know how Aunt Beidou is when she's tipsy. I guess I only ever really trusted you, Y/N. With this secret. With my other life."

A beat of silence turns into two. A small smile crept up on your lips, realisation dawning on you that Kazuha only ever trusted you with this. You're the one that holds his heart in your hands. Kazuha's wrapped around your pinky. Kazuha entrusts this huge secret that could potentially end both your lives and many others, to you. He trusts you more than anyone. He loves you more than anyone.

"Thanks, zuzu. Let's get you cleaned up, shall we? The dirt on your face is really ticking me off. And it's on my bed now too..I definitely need to change bedsheets later. But for now, let's focus on you. I love you, Kazuha, and nobody can change that."

You press a small kiss to his forehead. 'A worthy price for saving New York everyday, ' Kazuha thinks.

(sykyu008 on twt)

[tgarrett26]

I have an idea for the plot that he would show up with Scott or Carly at stage door after a show, but a prompt would be if you had certain quotes in mind or something./// I have no idea but that is up to you probably a singing lyric from Hamilton who lives who does who tells your story 😅

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

It’s always been common for your family to attend your show, they’ve been to many performances of Phantom Of The Opera where you play a young Christine Daae. The show is a classic in many means which means it’s an Evans family obligation. But since the show is coming to the end of its long, over three-decade run, they’ve made it their mission to go to at least one weekly show.

Today was a Tuesday (luckily not matinee) night performance where it’s Chris’ turn to attend the show. It’s typical for him to be busy, but after missing his turn for the past three weeks due to a filming complication, he was able to come just the day after they wrapped.

After the long show-of many to come-you come to the East stage door while the cooling feeling of toning liquid and moisturizer make your skin tingle in the chilling weather. Family isn’t always allowed backstage right after shows, but the security team has always been good at permitting your family to hide when crowds get too close or demanding.

After you’ve signed autographs and taken so many pictures you have light spots in your vision, you look past the road to see your oldest siblings, Chris and Carly. He’s holding a small bouquet of flowers with a nervous smile on his face while she’s beaming by his side, her arm linked in his.

Without any worries, you flee from the building and run past an alley of New York traffic to pounce your siblings. Chris manages to catch you while Carly laughs to herself and gently holds your arm as it’s around your brother.

“You did so good in there. It was hard to believe it was my baby sister up there until that grin took over at curtain call.” he muffles over your shoulder

You wiggle in his grasp, thrilled with excitement and joy at the fact that your brother is home.

“I told you I was coming tonight, didn’t I?” he asks and laughs

“Yes! You did, but you know after those times it’s no promise.”

“Well, it’s a promise now. I’m not due back until the spring, so you’ve got me for the next couple months.”

You only hug him tighter, truly having trouble believing he’s actually here after so much time away. He reciprocates the action, wordlessly grateful he’s back with his family and away from the cramped trailer he’s had to stay in for the past several weeks and months.

“Ma’s waiting back at the hotel for you. She told me not to tell you, but I figured it’s much less a surprise than my being here.” he reasons as you both pull away

“Nah. But I’m glad you told me. I would have thought she’d sneak into my apartment.”

“That’s Scott and Shanna’s thing-and occasionally mine.”

A smile tugs on you as you adjust the strap of your duffle bag over your shoulder, but your older brother takes it for himself, soon extending his right hand with the now smooshed flowers in it.

“Hold these instead.” he suggests

Your smile only gets bigger, grateful not only that your brother and sister are here, but that they’re as kind and welcoming as any kid would hope for. The three of you begin your walk, trailing down street by street as lights and strangers fill the city for the night.

“They’re limp.” you mention as one flower bends at the stem

“Well, maybe next time take them from me before you trample me on the sidewalk.”

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Dinner. I may not be the mature one of us, but I bet our girl hasn’t eaten a good meal in a while. And before you say you eat just fine-don’t pull that ‘take-out’ line on me again. It didn’t work on dad and it’s not gonna work on me.” he explains

“It was Scott, actually, but okay.”

“Haha.” he fake cackles

You shake your head and look off and away, trying to ignore the fact that while a good amount of New York didn’t know or didn’t care who you are, your brother has to hide under a ball cap. The fact that people have to do this as a precaution, in order to maintain personal space from strangers who don’t obey manners or boundaries, makes me feel unwell.

“I brought cookies from Shanna’s though.” he adds

“For the sake of yourself, you should hope you didn’t eat them.”

“One, but I was tired from the drive. Okay-two but it was because I got up too early for the hotel’s breakfast. She sent like ten though, you can spare a few.”

“Christopher Robin!” I exclaim and smack his left hand

“Well?”

“The only reason she’s not wrestling you after that is because she cried calling you last week when you were gone for Thanksgiving.” our sister mentions

“Carly! How could you?!” I worry somewhat jokingly

“It’s alright, Honey. You just missed him is all, it’s okay.”

I try to brush it off, but our brother seems to detect something and takes my bag from his left shoulder to place it on his right. He puts his left arm around me and continues to guide us down the road, leading us to dinner as the mature one of the group (surprise).

“I’m only letting you keep that there because I’m always wishing you were somehow here again.” I mutter

[shipmistress9]

Serious Consequences

Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violet

Rating: Explicit

Summary: This is the continuation of "Teasing With Serious Consequences" (obviously, haha, I think I'm being funny 😁). After teasing Xaden all day, Violet might push her luck a little too far. Although, given how much she enjoys her 'punishment', that might not be such a bad thing.

AN: I promised I'd finish these last shorts and I will. I had an absolute blast when my (fandom?) bestie visited last week (and I even got her to read Fourth Wing ) but now, I'm back to writing. Enjoy. 😉

AO3

. o O o .

When I reach Xaden’s room that night, the wards recognise me, as always, and with a heartbeat of a smirk, I push the door open and step inside.

Xaden sits at his large table, one of his huge swords propped up on his legs, and runs a whetstone along its blade. As I enter, he glances up for merely a second, one eyebrow raised disapprovingly, before returning his focus to his weapon. “You’re late.”

I shrug, an uncaring smile on my lips. “I didn’t feel like hurrying.”

Xaden snorts. He keeps running the stone along the metal for a couple more times before placing both items onto the table, deliberately and slow. “Apparently, you also forgot your manners along with the time.” His voice is calm, deceivingly so, his eyes still not meeting mine. “The last time I checked, knocking before entering someone else’s room was considered to be the norm.” He finally looks up, a vertical line forming between his brows. “And what about these clothes?”

Blinking innocently, I glance down my body then back at him. “A black shirt and trousers? Rather comfortable, I’ve got to say.”

Xaden’s jaw ticks, and my heart skips a beat before speeding up as he get out of his chair and walks toward me. “When I send a special set of clothes to your room, I expect you to wear them.” He comes closer, and out of reflex, I back away from the cool anger simmering behind his eyes. I gasp when my back hits the wall, sooner than I expected, and his arms—his whole body, really—form a cage around me.

My thoughts slip back to the bit of lingerie that was waiting on my desk when I returned to my room after dinner. It was exactly what I’d teased him with earlier, full-body stockings that cover nothing, yet highlight everything. The intricate lace covering arms and legs did little to distract from the silken bands wrapping around the waist and breasts, highlighting every bit of bare skin. Gods, just looking at it had made my mouth go dry and moisture gather between my legs.

But I’m having far too much fun playing this game to give in just like that.

Lifting my chin and exposing my neck, the dark stone on my collar glinting, I smirk up at him. “Maybe I didn’t feel like following order tonight.”

A growl rumbles in Xaden’s chest as he narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t take disobedience lightly, Violence,” he growls, his hand sliding around my neck like the threat is was. “You will follow my orders or suffer the consequences. Take. These. Clothes. Off.”

A shiver runs through my entire body at the dark promise in his voice. Fuck, why is riling him up so hot? Teasing him until he broke and fucked me between classes earlier had been great, even with how he’d deliberately kept me hanging, and I hope to make him do so much more than that now. My eyes never leave his, challenging him more as I lean into his hand around my throat. “Make me.”

Xaden’s dark eyes flare but his face stays expressionless as his grip tightens, cutting off the blood flowing into my head. His gaze drills into me even as my thoughts grows hazy, without any mercy. I can’t help it as my hands fly up to grab his arms, fruitlessly trying to push him away, and wetness pools between my thighs. Gods, I love it when he’s this rough with me.

There’s movement along my arms and legs, and even though I can’t see it, can’t turn my head, I know it’s Xaden’s shadows, sliding along my limbs in long flexible tendrils. Fuck, he’ll feel how wet he makes me any moment now.

Instead of feeling me up, however, the shadows grow tight, pushing, and a moment later, the sound of ripping fabric echoes into my clogged ears. Cool air caressed over my nearly-naked skin as my shredded clothes flutter to the ground, the lace and silk of the lingerie he sent me doing little to ward it off.

“So, that’s how it is? I see,” Xaden purrs, his hand still tight around y neck. “You think you can play me for a fool, don’t you?”

I whimper, my vision growing dark at the edges, and only when I can’t focus on his face anymore, his grip around my throat eases up again. The rush of oxygen flowing back into my brain is intoxicating, making me feel like flying high even as my knees buckle, and I’m glad his hand is still on my skin, still holding me up. I’m not sure I’d be able to stay on my feet otherwise.

Xaden gives me a few seconds to regain my senses, seconds he uses to let his hand roam over my body, over the sheer fabric more or less covering me from head to toe. And, gods, does his touch feel good through the lace, more intense, somehow, leaving a burning trail in its wake.

“Are you done playing games now, little brat?” he growls into my ear, his breath tickling. “Because you won’t like what happens if you keep pushing me.”

I suck in a breath as lust spikes through my body at his words, the threat woven into the tone of his voice. Fuck, I’m so screwed, yet I can’t help but go on. I turn my head so my lips brush against his just so, his hand sliding away from my neck, and just following an earlier conversation, I murmur, “Or maybe, I will.”

Before he can react, I twist out of his grip and duck away, all but dancing away from where he spins after me. Walking backwards, I let my hands glide over my body, my breasts, the silk and lace, and hum at the way even my own touch feels on my heated skin. “It’s just like I thought, this feels amazing.” Holding his gaze, I sway my hips, smirking at the heat flaring in his eyes. Yep, I should definitely rile him up more often.

Xaden doesn’t follow me though, only turns to keep his eyes on me as I saunter through his room. He doesn’t look angry, either, not even annoyed but more smug, and when my feet get stuck in something, it’s too late to realise my mistake. Xaden doesn’t need to follow me in order to restrain me.

Biting my lip, I glance down at the puddle of darkness I stepped into, at the shadows holding my feet in place and curling their way up my legs. I yelp as they tug my arms behind my back and hold them there, and my heartbeat quickens. Like rope the shadows wrap themselves around my arms, pressing wrists to elbows, pushing out my breasts even more.

My head whips back to Xaden as he slowly walk toward me, but whatever witty comment I might want to throw at him gets cut off by yet another shadow moving across my mouth and effectively silencing me. My heart beats in my throat as he comes closer, slowly, raking his eyes down my body.

“That’s how it is then.” he says, casually, but I can hear the steel in his voice. “An order is an order, Violence. And if you can’t follow orders, there will be consequences.”

I writhe against the shadows holding me in place, trying to escape but there is none. With a quick movement of his fingers, his shadows lift me off the ground and make me float after him, and no matter how much I twist or scream against the shadow gag, I know he has me now. A shudder runs down my back, but it’s not a bad one, anticipation curling into a tight knot in my guts.

He brings us over to his bed, but against my expectations, he doesn’t settle me on top of the blankets but makes me kneel in front of where he sits at the edge instead. His shadows retreat except for the ones binding my arms, and I beam up at him. “What, am I supposed to suck you off now? I should disobey you more often.” This is even better than him fucking me as harshly as he can; he so rarely lets me taste him.

But Xaden’s smirk turns devious and he leans toward me, taking my chin between his fingers and lifts my head up into a slightly uncomfortable angle. “You think I’d reward you for being a naughty brat all day? Come on, Violence, you should know me better than that.” He leans back and motions me to get up onto my feet. “However, I will be lenient this time. If you can manage to count for me, I’ll leave it at ten.”

My eyes widen, but before I can fully grasp what he means, he pulls me down to lie across his thighs. His left hand is between my shoulder blades, pressing me down against his legs and leaving my rear up in the air, and I cry out even before I fully register his other hand coming down onto my ass.

“That’s ‘One’, Violence. Come on, say it, or I’ll make it twenty.”

“O-one,” I gasp, still trying to sort through the pain radiating through me from where he slapped me.

It’s not bad. I’m used to pain by now, am well able to function despite it, to ignore it if I have to. But this is different. This is good pain, the kind of pain I invited, the kind of pain I could stop at any moment if I wanted to. It’s not even pain at all anymore, not to me, but an intense kind of pleasure instead. One that cuts deeper and, somehow, is absolutely impossible to ignore.

“So, you can behave. Let’s see then.” Xaden’s hand comes down on my ass again, a littler harder than the first time, and the sound of skin meeting skin and my outcry are followed by another wave of pleasure-pain, of warmth spreading through my body.

“Aahh! T-two!” Out of reflex, I stick to Xaden’s orders, still trying to get my head around what’s happening.

Another hit. “Three.”

“Very good. If you keep that up, you might earn yourself a reward, after all.”

I whimper, at his words but also at the warmth spreading further through my body, at the rush of wetness between my thighs. Fuck, why is this turning me on so much?

“Fo-Five!” I cry out as he hits me twice in quick succession, each hitting one cheek. My face is burning by now, with arousal but also with embarrassment. I never imagined I’d enjoy being spanked, but here I am, getting wetter and hotter with every time Xaden’s large hand connects with my ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing through his room.

“Violence?”

Xaden’s voice is dark, reprimanding, maybe even threatening, and it takes me far too long to understand why.

“Mmhh…si…six,” I mewl, belatedly, my body singing at the way he caresses my sore rear in preparation for the next blow.

He growls. “Pay attention. I’ll let this one slide but if you miss another hit, I’ll go for twenty.”

I shudder and try to pull myself together. I can do this. I can prove to him that I’m… that I…

“Seven!” I cry out as the next blow hits stronger than all before, my eyes flying open. Gods, my thighs are positively drenched by now.

Another hit, a little lower this time, and I barely manage to gurgle an “Eight,” with how my body seeks even more stimulation. Without my help, I’m trying to grind against Xaden’s leg, seeking friction, just anything.

The next blow has me screaming and going cross-eyed as Xaden hits my cunt. It’s like an electric shock sizzling through my entire body, all muscles locking up in anticipation as that one impact shoves me toward the edge in an instant. Fuck, if he does that again I might come just like this, getting him to fuck me be damned.

“Oh, Violence,” he all but purrs, again rubbing my backside and sending hot darts of pleasure-pain through me. “I nearly thought you could make it.”

Too late I realise what happened, that I missed counting another blow. My eyes widen then roll back into my head as Xaden hits me a tenth time, then I lose count, lose myself entirely in the torturous pleasure his blows rain down on me.

Xaden’s hold on me tightens as I writhe in his lap, the sharp hot pleasure consuming me. Each blow lands at a different bit of skin, surely leaving my ass glowing red but I couldn’t care less. All I care about, all I can care about, is the rising heat, the way my body rocks against his with every impact, how my nipples scrape against his leathers, how every tiny movement makes the lace and silk rub against my skin, usually barely noticeable but enough to drive me insane now. I’m screaming, sobbing, crying out at every new blow, unable to take more yet never wanting it to stop.

At some point, I can’t hold back anymore, rearing up as best I can to… to… I don’t even know. Do something. Grind against his thigh or maybe getting him to fuck me on his fingers, just anything. But I’m no match against Xaden’s strength, and with a disapproving tsk he pushes me off his lap before I can do so much as turn around. I don’t fall as hard as I should, probably his shadows cushioning my fall, but I still hiss as my heated skin hits the cold floor.

“Oh, Violence.” Xaden shakes his head at me. “And here I thought you’d learned your lesson. But you’re still the same disobedient brat as before, it seems. And look at the mess you made.”

He looks at me, expectantly and with one eyebrow raised, until I awkwardly scramble to get up. It’s difficult with my arms still bound behind my back and my body trembling with unresolved desire, but eventually, I manage to kneel before him and see what he means. His thigh is glistening, slick with my arousal, and heat of a different kind makes my cheeks burn.

“Clean it up.”

Xaden’s command it clipped and clear, not allowing any resistance, but it takes me a moment or three before I can follow it. Still bound, I shuffle closer and between his legs, mewling at the constant heat radiating from my abused ass. Leaning forward further strains the skin, my muscles trembling, but I try to ignore the thrumming pleasure as I bring my mouth to his leathers and start licking them clean.

The taste is strange but not unpleasant, the familiar tang of my arousal combined with the tard undertone of leather, smooth against my tongue, and Xaden’s minty scent in my nose. It makes my eyes flutter shut as I wallow in the bliss of the moment, losing myself in it. When Xaden leans back with something of a satisfied sigh, my chest swells, and a shiver runs down my spine as he puts one hand on the back of my head, guiding me.

Once his thigh is mostly clean again, he pushes my head further down toward his crotch. Mewling, I comply despite my muscles trembling in protest. I trace the outline of his cock through the leather, my jaw working to rub against him, and my muscles clench needily every time he twitches against my tongue. Fuck, I want his cock, want him inside me, now, want him to fuck me to completion and beyond, want him to—

“Such an eager little thing you are,” Xaden groans. “But you still have a lot to make up for. Are you ready for the next part of your punishment?” His smirk should tell me to be cautious, but I can’t think straight enough to care, only nod eagerly against where he still holds me against him. Whatever he plans to deal out at me, I can take it if only he’ll fuck me at the end.

Chuckling darkly at my eagerness, he pushes me back, roughly, then undoes the laces at his front and a moment later, his cock springs free. My mouth waters at the sight. He’s completely hard, ready to take me, the tip dark and inviting.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He wraps his fist around his cock, stroking himself until pre-come beads at the tip.

Swallowing, I lick my lips and nod. “Yes,” I gasp, leaning forward. But I can’t reach him, the shadows binding my arms holding me back. I can only watch as he keeps stroking himself until the pearly-white drop falls to the floor.

“Then you’ll have to earn it,” he snarls. “You’ll do exactly as I tell you, no deviation. And only then, after you’ve proven to me that you can behave, only then will you get to come on my cock. Understood?”

Whimpering, I nod. “Y-yes,” I mewl, rubbing my thighs together as I’m unable to sit still. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m so fucked. This commanding tone of his usually doesn’t do all that much for me, but right now it’s enough to reignite and fan the simmering desire in my lower belly to a raging flame again. I just hope whatever else he has in mind will be over quickly.

“All right. Then wait here and don’t move.” He gets up and off the bed, walking past me, and I chance a glance to see what he’s doing. Getting something from his armoire? It doesn’t take long, though, and even though I quickly turn my head away again, I’m not fast enough.

“Violence, Violence, Violence,” he reprimands with a heavy sigh, crouching down in front of me. In his hand, he holds a riding crop and lazily drags the soft leather loop at the tip along my thigh. “I thought you’d learned your lesson now and meant to go easy on you. But apparently, that bratty streak still isn’t broken completely.” He stands up, dragging me with him with his shadows, then drops me onto the bed.

“On your front,” he orders, his voice harsh. “Ass up, knees parted. No, further. Yeah, that’s it.”

I hurry to do as he says, biting back any needy sound that might try to escape. I’m a little too desperate to please him, too eager for whatever else he has planned.

“I want you to stay exactly like this,” he says, letting the riding crop glide up and down the inside of my thighs. “You’re allowed to scream as loud as you need to, but not to move. No trying to escape. No flinching away, even.” He drags the crop up to tease my clit. “And no coming until I order you to. Do you understand?”

The implication alone makes my whole body grow tense, but I nod nonetheless. “Yes, I understand.”

Xaden hums, clearly pleased, and gently pats my ass. “Good girl.” I whimper.

“You will receive five strikes. If you manage those without going against my orders, I will reward you. If not…” He leaves the threat hanging and my mind is too much of a mess to come up with what else he might do. But even though a part of me is eager to find out, I know I’ll fight claws and teeth to please him.

He keeps caressing the crop’s tip along my sensitive inner thighs, making me tremble with anticipation. “I’ll count for you this time,” he says, almost casually. “You just focus on your orders.”

I want to reply because it’s what he usually expects of me. But the moment I open my mouth, the crop hits on the inside of my left thigh, hard, and I scream. The pain is different from his spanking before, cutting like a knife, and even though it turns my arousal into a raging fire, burning away every coherent thought except for the orders Xaden gave me, it also causes tears to leak from my eyes. It’s too much, so good, too much to bear.

Once the pain-pleasure ebbs away, my mind clears at least a little again. I’m breathing hard, I realise, my body tensely locked in the position he wanted. “Oh, fuck,” I mewl.

Behind me, Xaden hums. “That was good for a start.” He rubs over my burning ass again, the light pain and the warmth oddly soothing. “Ready for the next blow?”

Whimpering, I tense up even more in anticipation, but when the crop touches the inside of my right thigh, it’s nothing but a light caress. Seconds pass, and I almost believe this might be it when the touch vanishes, then heat sizzles through me at the second impact, lightning flaring outside the window as well as in my veins. I scream again, I think, but my mind is empty.

“That was two. Three more to go. Hold on.”

The next two strikes hit even harder than those before. Some small part of my brain realises that they’re not as harsh as they could be with how little room for momentum he has between my legs and the bed. But that doesn’t change the effect they have on me, leaving me howling as they hit each thigh again, though closer to my core this time, leaving me shaking with the effort to hold still.

“Very good. Just one last time, then you’ll get what you wanted,” Xaden purrs, the crop teasing my cunt, my clit. “And remember your order. No coming until I allow it.”

My body grows even tighter, which I didn’t think was possible, as I can guess what’ll happen next. My breathing is shallow, my eyes screwed shut as I wait for the last impact, my toes and fingers twitching in anticipation. Gods, I hope I can be strong enough, need this to be over, need him to fuck me until I forget everything else. I need—

When the crop hits my clit, it shoves me toward the edge and beyond in an instant. A gurgled howl leaves my throat and my eyes roll back into my head as I fight, clinging to the edge with everything I have, fighting my climax as it tries to drag me under. I can’t—no, mustn’t let myself go, can’t give in to the orgasm looming all around me, ready to drown me. It would be intense, amazing even.

But it’s not what I want.

Sobbing, I claw my way back into reality, trembling. Belatedly, I register the pleasure-pain burning between my legs, unrelenting, and I shudder at how intense it still is, how it still could easily tip me off the edge if I were to let go.

Everything becomes easier, lighter somehow, when I feel movement behind me, Xaden’s weight shifting the mattress beneath me. His hands are soft against my skin, the silk and lace, as he lets them glide up my thighs, my ass, my back. “You did so well,” he groans, a softness in his voice I haven’t heard all day. “Fuck, you’re amazing, Violet.”

The blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance, and with a low mewl, I push back, taking him in. Fuck, yes, this is it Imlosingmymindohfuckyes!

“So eager,” Xaden chuckles, but all traces of darkness or menace are gone from his voice, his hands gentle as they wrap around my hips. “But you certainly earned your reward after everything you took.” He rocks forward, pushing into me to the hilt, and I moan. Fuck, he feels so good.

“So, how do you want it? Gentle?” He slides in and out a few times, his cock slowly dragging along my inner walls, and I mewl at the sweet torturously slow pace. “Or hard.” Xaden thrusts back into me with enough force to rock my entire body, hitting me so deep that I see stars.

“Hard!” I moan, nearly shouting, my body clenching down tight around him. “Oh, please. Harder. Harder!”

Xaden groans. “As you wish.” He rearranges his hands on my hips, grabbing me tighter and shifting on his knees for a better position, then pulls out and thrusts back in, even harder than before.

And, fuck, does it feel amazing. All the tension and sexual frustration of the entire day, all the build-up over this last hour or so, all the pain-pleasure Xaden poured into me had been worth it with how my body sings as he finally fucks me for real. And it’s even better than I imagined. Every time his pelvis and thighs clash against my sore ass, a new wave of heat washes through me, pushing me even higher still. Within seconds, I’m nothing but a moaning mess beneath him, unable to form coherent words or even thoughts, only chasing the ecstasy looming before me.

“Fuck, Violet. You’re so hot,” he groans. He picks up even more speed, more force, pulling me back into each of his thrusts. Dragging me back and forth as if I weigh nothing, as if I only exist to take his cock. It feels just right, perfect.

The knot in my guts coils even tighter, unbearably so, but I can only cry out as he spears into me, again and again, with no restraints, no mercy. I’m his, entirely, to play with as he pleases, can’t think, don’t want. All I am is lust and desire and need, my entire being reduced to this sensation alone.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “You’re close, aren’t you? So fucking tight. Come for me, Violet. Scream for me.” Without taking his hands off me, without faltering in his rhythm for even a second, something moves against my clit, sucking on it, and I shatter.

There’s no build-up, no way for me to prepare, as that knot inside me bursts and a sudden tidal wave of hot pleasure crashes through me. I’m absolutely unable to resist in any way, no chance to fight it this time. Lightning explodes inside me, in my head, my spine, racing down my limbs. My muscles clench unbearably tight, my scream covered by cracking thunder. It destroys me and makes me anew in an instant, again and again, with every powerful thrust.

I have no idea how long it lasts, losing all sense of time as Xaden relentlessly pushes me into one orgasm after the other. I can’t see, can’t move, can only react and take, spasming beneath him, around him, screaming.

Until his shout reaches my ear, warmth of a different kind flooding me, and then everything grows dark.

. o O o .

When I wake, my body feels heavier than I knew could be possible. My bones and muscles feel like they’re made of jelly, and when I attempt to move my arm, it only trembles.

But then, I don’t need to move.

I let out a sigh as I feel Xaden behind me, his mouth brushing against my shoulder, his fingers along my neck, my body. With him watching over me, I don’t need to move, to wake up. I can simply stay in this state between dream and reality for a little longer, can enjoy the softness all around me.

I hum as Xaden undoes my hair, slowly, carefully pulling one pin after the other out until my locks fall free down my back. “Mmh, that feels nice,” I sigh as he runs his fingers through my hair.

Xaden chuckles. “Not sure ‘feeling nice’ is what you deserve. Did you at least enjoy your day of being a bratty nuisance?”

A grin spreads across my face. But I take a moment to think about his question, removing my collar as I do so. “I’m not sure ‘enjoy’ is the right word here,” I muse. “I mean, riling you up all day was a lot of fun, even more so than I expected.”

“Glad you think so,” he snorts. “I’m not sure Garrick—or many other cadets for that matter—share your opinion, though.”

“Then it’s a good thing they all can mind their own business, isn’t it? And it’s not as if you didn’t get your money’s worth of fun out of it, either.”

He huffs a quick laugh. “True. But still, it’s been a long, hard day.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. This was an experiment. I’ve never worn one of my collars—along with the changed attitude—during the day before, and I didn’t exactly talk it through with Xaden, either, as we usually do. But given that he didn’t stop me and how the game ended, I think I’d call it a success.

I roll onto my back to look up at him but wince at the pressure this puts onto my sore ass. “Ouch.”

Xaden’s eyes darken with worry. “Was it too much? The spanking and the crop?”

I grimace, thinking for a moment, but then shake my head. “No, it wasn’t too much. It was…”I gasp a laugh. “Well, it was fucking awesome.” I grin. “So much better than I expected, to be honest. And I’d like to do it more often, but…”

“But?” he asks as I trail off, his fingers brushing the grimace off my face.

I sigh. “But I fear going back to riding a dragon tomorrow will be torture.”

“Which is entirely your own fault,” Tairn buds in, and I can practically feel him rolling his eyes. “I will not be considerate of you just because your ideas of mating rituals are so extra.”

Xaden’s lips twitch into a smirk. Great, so he heard my grumpy dragon as well. “Well, I have a healing salve that should make it at least slightly better. But you did bring that on yourself, you know that, right? Torturing me with those images in my head all day…”

I grin. Despite the discomfort I’m going to be in tomorrow—and a couple of days after that, too, probably—I can’t wait to do it all again. I reach up to pull him into a kiss. “As if you didn’t enjoy every single second of it.”

. o O o .

AN: Experimenting with writing about all these new kinks (new to me, at least) really is quite the experience. I read a post from a mutual about how chronic pain can lead to enjoying pain in sexual situations more, and it was just screaming 'Violet' at me. Aaaaanway, anyone else excited for Iron Flame next week? 😁

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[quarantineddreamer]

🌧️ and 🌈 for the wip game!

Sissi!! What a pairing this will be fun (thanks for the ask, friend <3)

🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP.

It has to be Umbra Pt2 :') (still in-progress here a year later I swear, I swear--it haunts me all the time)

“Fuck,” Jyn breathed shakily, pressing a hand to her chest as though to shift something back into place–or else maybe to ward off the deep, lingering weight of a sadness not entirely her own.  Hands shaking, she slowly reached across her lap and into the parka’s left pocket, digging until she found the small, clear bag that contained her medicine. “Treatment for amnesia is extremely difficult,” the medic had said. “The efficacy of the medicine varies…” With every heartbeat, she could feel Jyn Andor-Erso inside her: too weak to live, too strong to die. Was this what it was to be possessed? Or was she the possessor? Stealing life from another and fighting to mold it into her own familiar shape. She had battled for her survival countless times before, but never like this–never so intimately, with every strike against her enemy seeming to chip away a part of her as well. Saw Gerrera would tell her it didn’t matter. That life was all too often a game of kill or be killed, that if she wanted to keep playing, there was only one choice to make: the one that gave her the best shot at seeing another day. Jyn stared at the medicine a while longer, then dumped the second-to-last dose into her palm, stalked towards the fresher sink, and threw the medicine into her mouth, chasing it with a handful of water from the tap before she could give it another thought. Just as prescribed. As she was meant to.  She had hoped taking action would fill her with certainty, steady the world and steel her resolve. Instead, the pill began to dissolve uneasily in her stomach. She could not seem to stop her thoughts from wandering to the memory of Cassian comforting the woman he loved; how just his touch had been enough to banish her ill ease. ‘You’re okay. It’s okay…’ Jyn could not remember the last time someone had said those words to her and truly believed them. She slowly looked up, her reflection flinching back at her from within the silvery world of the mirror. She appeared even sicker than she felt, a haunting pallor to her skin, deep rings like bruises beneath her eyes. (Other lines too, lines that measured years of experiences as opposed to a single, restless night, but she quickly tore her gaze away before she could examine them too closely–she’d had enough out-of-body experiences for one morning.) “You’re okay,” she told herself quietly, dragging a hand across her face–though the gesture was far from enough to wipe the exhaustion from it. It’s okay…

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

I feel like I don't write much fluff, but Roadtrip AU has romcom vibes sooo this counts...I think? (I say it does haha)

With stiff, creaking limbs Jyn clambered gracelessly out of the car. Cool air greeted her in an instant, flecking her skin with moisture, refreshing compared to the stale atmosphere in the car, but clogged with the chemical smell of petrol–wet grass and dirt a barely perceptible whisper by comparison. The road closure had stirred the small town around them into chaos. Cars backed up along the entirety of the main street, more action than it had likely seen in years. Many of the storefronts were shuttered–lights off and signs flipped to closed, too early still for the owners to have risen from their beds. (Especially if the storm had caused any power loss to mess with alarm clocks.)  Across the way, Jyn spotted a park, the large, sprawling field no doubt sodden, puddles waiting to be splashed in by dogs or small children. A swing set made a lonely silhouette in the dawn, tangled from strong winds. It reminded her of the kind of place her mother had always talked about wanting to escape to one day. Charming, with green, open spaces to roam. Enough room for a home with a yard, somewhere with a proper garden where she could spend her days with her hands caked in rich soil and the scent of herbs and flowers all over while Jyn ran circles around trees and leapt the distance between rocks, Galen watching on fondly from the window of his study. “I can fill up if you want to duck inside. See if they have coffee, snacks.”  Jyn startled at the sound of his voice, closer than she expected. She hadn’t noticed Cassian moving to stand next to her at the front of the car.  She glanced towards the stations’ market, illuminated by halogen lights and neon beer logos, promising a sticky bathroom floor and likely a worse cup of coffee than even the airport had had to offer. “Um…” Turning back to Cassian, the sentence that had been forming on her tongue fled the scene.  She’d caught him midstretch, arms pulled over his head as though he were about to dive into a pool, shirt rising to display the smallest of flashes of a well-toned stomach. (She really couldn’t fathom why the sight had the impact on her that it did–tongue tied and stammering like a fool while her stomach did acrobatics–but she found it extremely frustrating.)

Ask me about a WIP

[everythingseasoning]

For the self ship game 🍷💐🥄

AOT Eren vers:

(& feel free to request any AOT character!!)

🍷 - What was your first date like? I don't think Eren would be one for like a lunch/dinner date, he'd be LIVING for an outdoor date, for fucking sure: He'd be the boyfriend who'd book a flight, just in order for you two to hike along the quiet, scenic mountains of Maui. "Because I was born into the world!" -- Eren takes advantage of being alive; Eren believes and makes you believe, in living the life you have before you. Eren is an adventurous and lively spirit <3 (i love him sm plz)

^Haleakalā, Maui

💐 - What flowers would you get your f/o? What flowers would your f/o get you? Oakleaf hydrangeas. They remind me of him. They're bold, strong, and captivating. They take up SPACE and are unapologetic about it. Oakleaf hydrangeas are huge, but light in weight, and I'd just think it's so cute to see Eren holding them HAHA -- and he'd be able to move around freely with such a lightweight flower.

For me/you? Oh I think he'd get a dried flower that he'd found on one of his adventures. Eren brought back for me/you <3 The flower would have adventure memories attached to it, Eren definitely learned something cool about the flower-- like, it only grows in caves due to the unique and specific moisture and light levels within the cave-- Eren loves being alive and learning things, he's always been such a curious boy.

^Oakleaf Hydrangeas

🥄 - Who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Eren is for sure the big spoon, rolling my eyes (cause I like being the big spoon). I think Eren would prefer looking at your face so you'd be lying together in a horizontal hug. But back to spooning: he's the big spoon boy. Eren is somebody who takes charge of life and he also will do anything to be strong and protect the people around him, so, it's no surprise he likes feeling protective when he's cuddling. He'd press slow, strong kisses all over my/your neck, too, because he just LOVES you. Eren would love cuddling after a long day, overflowing with passionate love for you, he loves coming home to you.

^Eren would love any skin color person, he'd just love their soul first and foremost <3

HEY THANK YOU AVERY FOR ASKING!!! This was sooo fun to do :') It was a nice part of my dayyy <33 so cuteee ugh, I love characters and friends. so, so much. I love loving people.

[wildpeachfarm]

Hi Moku! Hope all is well with you :)

I was just thinking of our dreamie boy. I was taking off my makeup and doing my skincare routine (I have several different serums, cleansers, moisturizer I use) and it got me thinking of our boy and his little makeup collection (it could be more now, but idk. He hasn’t posted any drapchats recently for us to see for certain), and it just got me thinking what kind of skincare he does, cause his skin is immaculate.

Do you have one? And if you do, do you have any recommendations? Stuff for hypersensitive skin (I have to get nickel free jewelry cause otherwise my skin is irritated, so makeup/skincare is also a task I must be careful with.)?

I can also give the names of what I use, if you’re looking for recommendations. It’s worked so far and my skin feels great. Again, wondering what Dreamie uses and how he’s doing; can’t wait for his new droject to come out-I can’t wait to see something actually revitalize and revolutionize Minecraft 👀

Hope you’re enjoying your summer break from school so far. Thanks for always being willing to talk, and for also being my go-to daily news.

-L :)

Hi L!

Hmm I don't have quite as expensive of a skin care routine as Dream haha but I love my la-roche-posay facial cleanser, olay moisturizer with sunscreen (because I am a veeery pale motherfucker) and the ordinary glycolic acid toner :))

I'm also down for affordable recommendations though because I have somewhat textured skin and so I'm always up to try new things because my moisture barrier gets kinda fucked up sometimes 😭💀

[sarenhale]

hey! it's been a while but i remember you mentioning a particular brand for your skincare and you said something like "I went from 12-in-1 Arihel to skincare routine Urianger" and mentioned a brand but I can't quite find what brand you recommended! would you mind mentioning it here, maybe any tips? :D I'm also 26 and wanting to try this out for the first time, haha

Why yes of course!!

The one I've been using for over a year now is from the brand 'The Inkey List', I have their moisturizer, cleanser and hydratating cream. You can easily get them at Sephora in store or order it online!

I have dry skin and especially during the summer, these 3 pieces work wonders to keep my skin feeling fresh and hydratated. The cleanser is also useful for whenever you get some pimples (period pimples for me) or if you break out for some reason.

I really like this brand because it's effective and also pretty cheap. I found their products work very well on me and the good price keeps me buying it, I've repurchased their moisturizer three times now. Skincare is a bit scary because there's so many super pricey brands and products that you'll never know if they'll even work on you/are too overhyped/you don't even need, so it was scary to navigate it at first without being fooled into buying a super pricey product I would regret buying after I see it doesn't even work on my type of skin or something, so finding this brand was really nice!

I got this recommendation (and got a bit more educated on skincare) thanks to the youtuber James Welsh, he specializes in skincare videos and I've found his videos are really useful to see what to get for yourself. He recommended the Inkey List as a good affordable brand that works really well for all skin types, and I have to say his recommendation was really good! Maybe you can try this one!

Even if you don't like it, you'll spend like... 15 euros or something on it, so you can just try something else without having spent a huge amount on money.

Even if you don't wanna try this specific brand, I suggest checking out James Welsh's channel, he has a lot of videos where he recommends cheap skincare products, so you can just check out what he recommends and look into it yourself to see if it can be a good fit for you! I hope this helps!

[missrosiesworld]

Shot at Love II

Sofia woke up early feeling a mix of anticipation and annoyance. Her boss left her a message saying that Betty had called out again, leaving Sofia to handle the yogurt shop alone. Despite her frustration, Sofia reminded herself that she had done it before and could do it again. She stretched for a few minutes before freshening up with a quick shower and then brushing her teeth. Sofia decided to let her naturally curly hair shine and styled it with a leave-in conditioner, wide-tooth comb, and styling gel, finishing it off by diffusing it with a blow dryer.

For her makeup routine, she applied a light foundation to even out her skin tone, concealed any blemishes, and then set it with a light layer of powder. She then created a subtle smoky eye using soft browns and warm beiges from a neutral eyeshadow palette, added a thin line of brown eyeliner, and finished with a couple of coats of mascara. Sofia applied a peachy-pink blush on the apples of her cheeks and a tinted lip balm to moisturize her lips.

Sofia then dressed in her black and white tie-dye pant set consisting of a tube top and wide-leg pants. The pants were form-fitting with a high waistband, and she paired them with white sneakers and a black crossbody bag. She decided to add her black hoop earrings and silver studs to finish her look. She slips them on, admires herself once more, and then pauses to laugh to herself, knowing that she'll be changing into her work uniform once she arrives at the yogurt shop. Nevertheless, she's happy that she took the time to put together a cute outfit and make herself feel good.

"I'm doing this for me," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. "I deserve to feel good, even if it's just for me."

As Sofia unlocked the doors and flipped on the lights at the yogurt shop, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. This was the third time this month that she had to work alone because Betty had called out. She knew it was going to be a long day, but she tried to push the annoyance aside and focus on her tasks.

Sofia glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 10am, so she decided to use the downtime to get ahead on some of her cleaning tasks. As she wiped down the counters and scrubbed the machines, she had a conversation with herself. "Okay, Sofia, you can do this," she said. "It's just another day at the shop. You've done this before, and you can do it again. And hey, at least you don't have to deal with annoying co-workers or your boss."

She continued to clean, organizing the toppings and making sure everything was spotless. Even though she still felt a little annoyed about working alone, she felt better after talking to herself. She reminded herself that she was capable and that she could handle the workload. Sofia finishes up her cleaning tasks and heads back to the counter, her thoughts drifting to how she can't wait to be done with this place. As she approaches the counter, her thoughts are interrupted by a customer at the door.

"Welcome one, welcome all to Popov's Big Top Yogurtopiaaaaa...." Sofia recites the mandated greeting with a forced smile, cringing internally at how cheesy it sounds. Suddenly, she hears a chuckle and a familiar soft voice saying, "Haha... I know. I was here yesterday."

Sofia looks up to see the same shy and cute guy from yesterday, and she feels a small smile forming on her lips. "Oh, hi," she says, feeling a bit surprised that he's back so soon.

As he looks at her and begins to blush, Sofia feels a slight flutter in her heart. "You still work here?" he asks, his voice sounding a little shaky. He looks away from her, scratching his neck in what seems like a nervous gesture. Sofia can't help but smile at his reaction, "I'm here and in uniform, same as last time." she replies, trying to hide her own excitement.

He nods his head, still blushing, "Cool. Cool..." he trails off, seeming to linger near the counter. Sofia can't tell if he's interested in the yogurt or just trying to find something to say. She waits, hoping he won't ask for cookies because she hasn't had a chance to restock the little shelves today.

Suddenly, he looks up at her and asks, "You uh....You got a boyfriend?" Sofia is caught off guard and almost chokes on her own words. "I-I uh..." She can't believe this is happening and wonders if she's still dreaming. "Whattttt do you mean?" she asks, trying to make sure she's not misinterpreting his words.

The guy looks at her, his cheeks still flushed as he says, "You know. Like. A boyfriend." Sofia can feel her face turning red as she nervously plays with her hair. She's not used to guys asking her out, especially cute ones like him.

Sofia's heart is racing as she takes a deep breath and responds, "Uh, no. No, I don't have a boyfriend." She feels her cheeks warming up and hopes he doesn't notice. The guy looks at her with a hint of relief and smiles. "Oh, good. That's good," he says, before awkwardly shuffling his feet. Sofia can't help but smile at how cute he looks when he's nervous. She decides to take a chance and ask him a question of her own.

"So, um, what's your name?" The guy gives a small smile as he looks up at her. "It's Nick," he says, his voice still a bit nervous. Sofia nods and introduces herself with a smile, "I'm Sofia." She adds, "Nice to meet you, Nick." Nick nods back, his shyness evident, "Nice to meet you too, Sofia," he says, looking at her with a small smile.

Taking a deep breath, Sofia musters up the courage to keep the conversation going. "So, Nick, what brings you here today?" she asks, hoping to get to know him better. Nick scratches his head, clearly thinking of the right answer. "To be honest, I came to see you again," he confesses, gazing into her eyes.

Sofia's heart flutters at his words, and she can't believe someone as charming as Nick is interested in her. "Really?" she asks, her face breaking into a smile.

Nick nods, giving her a shy grin. "Yeah, I thought we could grab a coffee or something after you finish your shift," he suggests, hoping to make plans with her.

Sofia's heart leaped with excitement at Nick's proposal. She thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we grab boba instead? There's a great place a few blocks away from here." Nick's eyes brightened at the idea. "Boba sounds perfect," he said with a broad smile.

The rush of adrenaline hit Sofia as she realized that she had just made plans with Nick. She couldn't believe her luck and playfully winked at him, "It's a deal." Nick's grin widened as his blush intensified. "Great. I'll wait for you outside when you're done," he said before turning to leave. "See you soon, Sofia."

Sofia watched him walk away, feeling a mixture of happiness and nervousness. She couldn't believe that this was happening, but she was excited to see where things would go with Nick.

As Nick leaves, Sofia can't help but feel giddy with excitement. She lets out a squeal of joy and jumps up and down a little bit before realizing that she's still at work. She looks around and sees that there are no customers in the shop. Sofia takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, knowing that she still has a few hours left in her shift. She starts wiping down the counters and checking the inventory, but her mind keeps wandering back to Nick.

"I can't believe this is happening," she mutters to herself with a grin.

As she works, Sofia starts to imagine what her date with Nick will be like. She pictures them walking down the street, sipping on their boba drinks and laughing together. She wonders what they'll talk about and if they'll have any chemistry.

Suddenly, the bell above the door jingles, interrupting her thoughts. Sofia looks up to see a customer walking in. "Hi there!" Sofia greets the customer with a smile, happy to have something to distract her from her thoughts.

The customer smiles back and starts to browse the selection of frozen yogurt flavors. Sofia helps her pick out a few toppings and weighs the cup, ringing up the purchase. As the customer leaves, Sofia's mind goes back to Nick and their upcoming date.

"I can't wait to see him again," she thinks to herself, a smile creeping onto her face.

Sofia feels a mix of excitement and nervousness as she finishes cleaning up the yogurt shop and gets dressed into her regular clothes. She tries to ignore the nagging thoughts about whether this is actually a date or just two people getting to know each other. "Isn't that what dating is?" she mutters to herself, trying to brush off the anxiety and focus on the moment.

As she locks the door, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for her upcoming time with Nick. Sofia's mind races with questions about Nick. Who is he as a person? What does he like to do? What does he do for work? She can't wait to find out more about him.

As she finishes locking up, she notices Nick sitting at the bench outside the yogurt shop, just like he said he would. Sofia feels a mix of excitement and relief as she approaches him. "Hey, sorry for the long wait," she says, hoping he hadn't been sitting there the whole time. Nick stands up, a warm smile on his face. "No worries at all," he reassures her. "I didn't mind waiting. How was your shift?"

Sofia can feel the nervousness dissipating as they start chatting. She tells Nick about her day at the yogurt shop, and he listens attentively, asking questions and making small talk. She starts to feel more comfortable around him and is eager to learn more about him too.

Sofia chuckles, feeling more at ease. "So, boba?" she asks, changing the subject. Nick gives a nod of agreement, his smile broadening. "Yes, boba," he replies, as Sofia starts leading the way, happy to guide him to her favorite boba spot.

Walking through the city streets, she found everything seemed somehow more vibrant - the buildings towered majestically, the passersby bustled with infectious energy, and the city sounds created a symphony of life.

As they walked down the street, Sofia and Nick talked easily about their day. Despite Nick's initial shyness, he seemed to open up a bit more around Sofia, making her feel special. As they approached their destination, Sofia decided to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind.

“Nick,” she began, her voice wavering slightly, “Is this… is this a date?” The words hung in the air between them for a moment before Nick turned to look at her. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, but he didn't look away. “If you want it to be,” he replied, his voice steady despite his blushing face. “I mean, I'd like it to be a date.” His honesty made Sofia's heart flutter, and she nodded, feeling her face heat up. "Then, it's a date," she confirmed, and they both broke into shy smiles.

As they walked into the boba shop, Sofia watched Nick's eyes widen with delight when he spotted the Horchata Boba on the menu. It was just a minor detail, but it was one Sofia mentally bookmarked. As they sat down with their drinks, Nick seemed more relaxed. His initial shyness seemed to fade away as they talked about their interests, hobbies, and a bit of their lives. Sofia learned about his twin Pomeranians, Pico and Cheese, who Nick described with great affection and was an avid video gamer. She also found out that he disliked scary movies and straight liquor, which made her laugh.

What truly surprised her was when Nick mentioned his profession. "I'm a social media influencer by day," he said with a slight shrug. Sofia was taken aback, but his next revelation was even more surprising. "And I'm a professional male dom by night."

Despite his cool exterior, Sofia was taken aback by this revelation about Nick's night job. It was an unexpected facet of his life, but the candidness with which he discussed it reflected a deep sense of self-acceptance. She was quiet for a moment, processing the information. Then, she stole a glance at him, her eyes meeting his briefly before flitting away nervously. She wrung her hands around her winter melon milk green tea, uncertainty creeping in.

"Nick," she began, her voice a soft murmur in the bustling cafe. "Can I... um, can I ask you some questions about your night job? I mean, only if you're okay with it." Her words hung in the air, fragile as glass. She braced herself, uncertain of his response, yet hoping she hadn't crossed any line.

Nick seemed momentarily startled by her request, and a twinge of regret flickered across Sofia's face. She was on the verge of retracting her question, reassuring him he didn't have to answer when he raised a soothing hand. "Sofia," he responded in a soothing tone, "I appreciate you asking." He paused for a moment, taking a sip of his own drink before continuing. "I'm okay with it. Ask away."

His words brought a wave of relief over Sofia. She felt an odd mixture of nervousness and excitement - she was about to delve into a world she knew very little about. "Okay, so," Sofia initiated, placing her drained boba cup on the table and inhaling a deep, steadying breath. "What exactly does your work involve? I mean, from what I understand, it has to do with... dominating people, right?"

Nick chuckled a bit before nodding. "That's a pretty basic way to put it, but yes. It's a role where I exert control in a consensual, negotiated scenario. It's less about pain or humiliation and more about a power dynamic, a relationship of trust. The people who come to me do so because they have a need or desire to surrender control, to explore certain fantasies or feelings that they may not be able to in other aspects of their lives." He paused, making sure Sofia was still following along. "Does that make sense?"

Sofia nodded slowly, her gaze focused on Nick as she took in his words. "Yes, it does make sense. I had a bit of a different perception before, but it's good to hear it from you." She hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously playing with the straw in her now-empty cup. "Do... do you have sex with your clients?"

Nick shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "No, Sofia. It's a common misconception, but no, I don't have sex with my clients. It's all about control and surrender, about boundaries and trust. But it doesn't involve actual sex. It's more psychological than physical in many ways. Again, every dom has their own set of rules and boundaries, and that's one of mine."

Sofia let out a quiet sigh of relief. She respected Nick's profession and the professionalism with which he carried it out. "Thank you for telling me, Nick. I really appreciate your honesty," Sofia said, giving him a small, grateful smile. She felt a newfound respect for Nick, admiring the way he approached his unconventional line of work with such care and integrity.

Nick gave a nod, his gaze softening. "Of course, Sofia. I understand that my job might be...a bit overwhelming to understand or even accept at first. I just want you to know that I'm open to talk about it anytime you want, and I appreciate you trying to understand it instead of judging it."

Their conversation flowed naturally, shifting from lighter topics to past experiences. Nick looked at Sofia, curiosity in his eyes. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but, can you tell me about your last relationship?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Sofia paused for a moment before giving a small nod. "My last relationship ended on a sour note," Sofia started, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "He cheated on me while he was away at school. It was... painful, to say the least."

Nick's expression softened as Sofia shared her past. He reached out, placing his hand over hers in a gentle show of support. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Sofia," he said earnestly. "No one deserves to go through that." A thoughtful pause fell over him, and then he asked, "Is that why you asked about my job? You're worried that... because of what I do, I might not be faithful?" His voice was gentle, not accusatory. It was a fair question, he figured. One that deserved a sincere answer.

Sofia took a moment to consider his question. "It's a valid concern," she admitted, "But no, that's not the reason. Your job is... unique. I asked because I wanted to understand it better." She offered him a sincere smile. "I believe that every profession has its own challenges and boundaries, and it's important to understand those, especially in a relationship." She went on to explain, "Just because my ex-boyfriend cheated on me, doesn't mean I'm going to distrust you because of your job. That wouldn't be fair to you."

Nick's eyes softened as he listened to Sofia, taking in her words and her perspective. He admired her maturity and her ability to separate individuals from their actions. "Sofia," he started, his voice warm. "I appreciate your understanding, really. It means a lot to me that you don't judge me because of my job." 

A slight blush crept up his cheeks, as he mustered the courage to ask, "Does this mean you'd be interested in... maybe getting to know each other better? Maybe on another date?" His gaze remained steady on hers, hopeful yet understanding if she wasn't ready. Sofia's heart fluttered at Nick's words, his question bringing a gentle blush to her cheeks. She looked into his eyes, those sincere eyes that held so much warmth.

"I... yes," she stammered, her smile slowly growing. "I'd love that, Nick. I want to get to know you better. And another date sounds perfect." She held his gaze for a moment longer, basking in the glow of their shared connection. Nick's response was filled with genuine relief and joy. "I look forward to our second date," he stated, his voice soft, yet laced with enthusiasm. 

Noticing the dimming light outside, he rose from his seat. "It's getting late," he noted, glancing out the window at the softly glowing city streets. "Would you mind if I walked you home?" His voice was warm, his offer reflecting the closeness that had grown between them during their conversation. Sofia looked outside at the dimming city lights, then back to Nick, her smile matching the warm glow in her eyes. "I'd appreciate that," she said, her tone sincere. 

She got up from her chair, taking one last glance around the now almost empty boba shop. What had started as a casual first date had blossomed into a surprisingly comfortable evening filled with genuine conversation. And she had a feeling that it was just the beginning.

As the night sky was painted with twinkling stars, Sofia and Nick found themselves strolling side by side through the quieter city streets. The conversation flowed easily between them as they navigated the somewhat deserted sidewalks, their shared laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings. Nick’s nervousness seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a calm confidence.

The dim glow from the street lamps cast long shadows as they moved, their footsteps synchronized in a comfortable rhythm. Sofia listened attentively as Nick shared stories about his twin Pomeranians, Pico and Cheese, and how he managed to balance his day job as a social media influencer with his nighttime role. She found herself laughing at his anecdotes and admiring his commitment to his passions.

Before long, Sofia's apartment building came into view, its windows a series of glowing squares in the city night.

"We're here," Sofia said, breaking the silence as she turned towards Nick. His gaze met hers, a spark of warmth flickering in his eyes. "I had a really great time tonight, Sofia," Nick said, his voice sincere. "And I'm looking forward to our next date." Sofia felt her heart flutter at his words. "Me too, Nick," she replied, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Without speaking, they stepped into a warm embrace, their bodies melting into each other. Sofia rested her head on Nick's chest, feeling his heartbeat under her ear, steady and reassuring.

Nick gently raised his hand, letting his fingers lightly trace a path up her back, until they came to rest at the nape of her neck, his thumb softly brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Slowly, they pulled apart, the world seeming to quiet as they held each other's gaze.

At that moment, she knew she wanted to be closer to him. Taking a small step forward, she tilted her head up to meet his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nick," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" Nick's eyes widened slightly at her question, but then he smiled, his gaze softening even further. "Yes, Sofia," he murmured, "I'd like that very much."

Their gaze interlocked, the air pulsing with unspoken anticipation. Sofia's hand tentatively rose to rest on his cheek, the cool skin of his face contrasting against the warmth of her palm. His hands found a natural place on her waist, gently pulling her closer. With their faces just inches apart, they could sense the warmth of each other's breath, an intoxicating allure growing between them.

Sofia, with one last look into his eyes, eliminated the space that separated them. The kiss was delicate and curious, an inquiry tendered and reciprocated as they moved in harmony, discovering the unique tempo of the other. Nick secured her even closer, deepening the kiss, his hand nestling comfortably at the curve of her back. His other hand gently cradled her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

They separated moments later, their foreheads still leaning against each other, their breaths mixing in the crisp night air. With their eyes shut, they savored the remnants of the kiss that still tingled on their lips. The tranquil night wrapped them in its embrace as they stood together, content and connected.

As Sofia gradually opened her eyes, she found Nick watching her, his face illuminated by a tender smile. "That... was nice," he murmured, his eyes mirroring the joy emanating from hers. "It was," Sofia concurred, her cheeks blushing a soft pink. She retreated slightly, her gaze never straying from his. "I'd like to do that again... on our next date," she teased. "I'd like that," Nick responded, playfully echoing her teasing tone. He inclined, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Until then, Sofia."

They bid each other farewell, their promises to meet again imbuing the air with anticipation. As they left, their faces wore lingering smiles, their minds filled with the memory of a sweet kiss beneath the warm glow of the streetlamp.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 19th 🔥

Harvest

So, this one I do not dare dedicate to anyone for it is - once again - a very NSFW one. Part of me hopes nobody will find it...haha

Either way, special shoutout to the beautiful Halenthir fics that were in this year's TRSB and that are generally written for this amazing pairing.

(This is a crossover with the Kinktober calendar "Praise Kink & Squirting", so please be advised!)

Words: 966 (oh sorry...I...did not mean to!)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex (m on f)...nudity and such things

“You’re doing it wrong!”

Haleth’s words echoed in Caranthir’s mind even as he followed her into her bed-chamber; she was not a shy woman by any account, and he almost envied her for the confidence with which she tore off her sodden garments and tossed them into a rudimentary basket by the bed. 

It had been his idea to help her harvest what her people needed to survive the winter but her criticism, gentle and accompanied by a merry guffaw, had made him regret his offer of assistance bitterly.

“Come Elf-lord,” she now chuckled, “you have dirtied your fine clothes, allow me to wash them for you and offer you sustenance as a meagre tribute for your invaluable help.”

“Invaluable,” he scoffed, hating how petulant he sounded, and toyed with the hem of his tunic; unlike Haleth, Caranthir was not in the habit of stripping naked in front of other people, and he felt strangely embarrassed.

“I’ve seen naked men,” Haleth grinned, “and your kind is famed for the singular beauty of its people. I’ll be the judge of that.”

“As you’re the judge of everything,” he muttered and shrugged out of his overcoat clumsily.

“What is it?” she asked gently, finally catching on to his discomfort. “I spoke in jest, Lord, I am merely offering comfort and clean garments. It does not matter what you look like underneath them.”

For a moment, she wondered if elves were even built similarly to her own people and – despite herself – she felt a surge of curiosity.

When he did not continue undressing, she walked over and took hold of the bottom of his tunic, seeking his gaze before she tugged it off him with a gentler touch than either one of them had expected.

“By the stars,” she sighed upon seeing the smooth, white skin covered in tiny freckles and beauty marks of varying sizes, “you truly areglorious.”

She then picked up a clean cloth and – dipping it into a bowl of cold water – started wiping it across his skin haphazardly; her fingers were clawed around the rag and dragged along his skin with every movement which made her smile to herself contentedly.

“Am I?” Caranthir breathed softly, feeling himself relax into the warmth of her words.

“You are gorgeous,” she agreed with a broad grin, “and I am mortified to have abused an instrument so fine and delicate for a work so coarse and unrefined.” Whispering another slew of praising words, she pulled herself up by his shoulders and pressed a wild kiss onto his tight-lipped mouth.

With a small moan, Caranthir surged forward, pushing her back against the bed until she fell backwards onto the hard straw. As his fingers, long and skilful, brushed against her skin, she opened like a flower under the blandishments of the summer sun for him, eager to bask in his unexpectedly tender attentions.

“May I?” he asked in a strangled voice. “May I prove to you that I am apt at harvesting the most elusive and precious of treasures?”

Stammering her assent, Haleth pushed herself up on her elbows to watch that usually so stern mouth wandering over her body slowly; heat and moisture gathered between her thighs and – as this sharp tongue dove into her – she let loose a strangled cry of surprise and delight.

“Tell me again,” he pleaded against her heated, thrumming flesh; it came as a surprise to him that her words of admiration and worship made his blood heat up, but he could not help pursuing this new-found pleasure recklessly.

She was indeed not a reticent woman – as he had suspected all along – and everywhere his slender fingers alighted, they found golden heat that made her sing like his brother’s most precious harps; Caranthir soon felt positively inebriated with the pleasure – intellectual as much as physical – thundering through his veins and setting his heart ablaze. He was doing well and she was pleased beyond rational thought and intelligible speech with him. 

“Again,” he rasped as his fingers slipped into her to explore how far they dared go.

Between throaty moans and inarticulate exclamations, Haleth heaped praise upon him as he lapped and nipped at her most intimate parts with growing fervour, positively humming with glee as his mouth and hands all but flew across her flesh, venturing brazenly into secret passages not to miss a single inch of it.

The only world she had ever known was hurled into the sun and her back arched impossibly as she melted into a puddle of hot wax under his relentless ministrations.

When she met his gaze over the shaking flesh of her stomach and thighs, his eyes were alight with pride and burning desire, and his face and hands were covered in the remnants of her former, liquid self.

“A good harvest?” she asked breathlessly, sitting up laboriously to brush a strand of his silken hair from that otherworldly face.

“The best,” he whispered and crawled over her to share the spoils of his work with her in a carnal reimbursement of her mundane generosity concerning the more literal produce she’d kindly share with him and his people. “It shall keep me warm and fed all winter.”

The sharp smile of triumph tugging at his swollen lips would have done his father proud, but he couldn’t see it himself and Haleth could not think of any other person than the Elven Lord hovering over her still-open thighs. 

Pushing up her twitching hips toward him, she allowed herself a yearning moan and hoped that he’d understand the invitation to fill her again for the cold was nigh, rapping icy knuckles against the shutters, and she was eager to be shielded by that wondrous body she had only just discovered and already didn’t want to ever let go.

@fellowshipofthefics here's another smut one from me.

Lots of love from me! As always, I did not mean any harm! Please take care of yourselves!

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[amoebagrl]

pls answer 7,9 & 18 from that ask thing you reblogged, i'm curious!! hope you're having a good day 🫶🏻

hi anon!! i am having a good day <3 i hope u r too! so sorry for the long post haha 😭

7: what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit the aquarium?

hmm probably the stingrays! or sea turtles 🩷🩷 i just love them so much!! and of course all the other babies 😭💗

9: do you have a skincare routine? (and how many steps is it?)

of course i do!! it’s constantly changing but here’s my current one!

am: wash face with panoxyl cleanser, and use snail mucin and/or hylaronic acid serum (on damp skin) spray rosewater face mist to help layer! moisturize twice, once with cera ve lotion, then either the cera ve cream, la roche posay cicaplast b5 baume, or weleda skin food!! 🩷 then i use the naturium dew-glow sunscreen <33

pm: i remove my makeup with the garnier micellar water, and follow the steps of my am skincare routine up to the second layer of moisturizer, then i add an occlusive like egyptian magic cream or aquaphor! and of course i spray rose water in between steps :p

and then occasionally i’ll use the aztec secret clay mask or the peach slices snail recuse mask if my skin is looking dull or whatever :)! (for reference, i have pretty dry skin and i pretty much never get acne! i used to have bad fungal acne but panoxyl helped sooo much 🩷)

18: your boba/tea order?

personally, i’m more of a coffee drinker! i prefer making coffee at home (iced cafecito) but i have been trying more teas! rn i really like the tazo passion tea! i drink it iced its sooo good!!! and for boba, i don’t really get often but last time i think i got strawberry popping boba and strawberry milk tea (?) it was sooo good :) tbh i’ve never had tapioca boba so lmk if you have any recs! 💗

[paleontaxi]

🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

tagged by: @gas-stxtion

tagging: @oddlies @burningsky

1. what does your muse smell like?

Jarod most often smells like smoke.  He's a chain smoker, and his favorite method of disposing of bodies is by burning them, so the smoke very often clings to his clothes and the interior of his taxi.  He also smells like gasoline a lot, which he will say is because he drives for a living, but it's because he splashes the bodies he burns with it, and sometimes it gets on himself.  He also, on occasion, smells faintly of bleach.

Besides all of the body disposal stuff, he doesn't really care for cologne or anything like that.  So, if you stripped him of all the chemicals and smoke, he would just smell... ordinary... like soap or like skin.

2. what do your muse’s hands feel like?

Jarod's hands are a little softer than one might expect, given how rough he looks everywhere else.  But he wears leather gloves a lot, and even before he started doing that, he wasn't doing a lot of repetitive things with his hands that would have resulted in the formation of callouses.  His hands do tend to run a little dry, though, and as such, they are not as soft as they could be, a little bit scratchy for that reason.  He doesn't really believe in moisturizer.  But only slightly rough is still softer than a lot of people expect lol

3. what does your muse usually eat in a day?

Jarod doesn't eat nearly as much as he should, and when he does, it's a lot of junk.  He has never been a master chef by any stretch of the imagination, and on the rare occasions that his depression, obsessive thoughts, and work schedule do allow him to cook for himself, he still sticks to easy and convenient things, like mac 'n' cheese and hot dogs.  Most of the time, though, he doesn't have the energy and he's on the road, so it's a lot of gas station bullshit and fast food.

4. does your muse have a good singing voice?

Ha!  Not a bit!  Jarod has utterly destroyed his throat and lungs by smoking two packs a day.  His singing his disgustingly throaty and raspy -- not to mention, off-key!  Thankfully, he doesn't like to sing along with the radio, anyway, so it's unlikely you'll ever be subjected to it unless you hold him at gunpoint.  And then, you might be tempted to turn the gun on yourself!

5. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics?

As far as tics go, he tends to rock back and forth and shake violently when he is trying to suppress his rage, which he usually fails at doing, anyway.  And bad habits, he's got plenty.  The aforementioned chain smoking, binge drinking, yelling, hitting inanimate objects when they don't work, shooting people for minor disrespect...  You know how it is.

6. what does your muse usually look like / wear?

Jarod is business casual in a button-up shirt and blue jeans.  Cotton and polyester blend jacket, usually with the sleeves pushed up, but he'll pull them down if he gets cold.  Black leather gloves.  Dark, slightly scuffed boots with a little heel on them.  A silver charm bracelet, all dinosaur skulls, on his left wrist.  He gets a little crazy with the tie, always patterned, dinosaurs, happy faces, pineapples, all of which Lola got him as birthday and Father's Day presents.  And of course, the dark fedora, so constant on him that most people have trouble recognizing him without it.

As far as personal grooming goes, he often neglects it, so his stubble has a tendency to run away from him.  He also looks like he has barely slept in the 10 years since Lola died, and that's because... well... he hasn't.  One of the first things people notice about Jarod is how desperately he seems to need a goddamn nap.

7. is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?

Not... usually.  Not unless he is very drunk or very sad, which... is usually shortly followed by him getting very drunk, haha!  ...ha...  He tends to only initiate physical contact if he's been drinking or if he knows you very well.  Outside of that, touching him tends to be a complete gamble, and whether or not you end up with a hole in your skull depends entirely on whether he is in a more charitable mood than his usual.

8. what position does your muse sleep in?

Jarod is typically a side sleeper, but honestly, he's not too fussy about what position he sleeps in.  He is just as capable of falling asleep while sitting up in an armchair or at his desk and does not even really need to be in a bed.  That is, when he can no longer force himself to keep awake, anyway.

He does tend to get a little cuddly in his sleep, either with plush toys or whoever is sharing the bed with him at the time, but shh...  Don't tell anyone about that.

9. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Not usually, not unless he's very angry and more given to raising his voice.  Jarod is a very small man, trying so hard to scrape 5'5" and not quite making it, and he is so scrawny that other NPCs note it as one of his defining characteristics, calling him "the skinny man."  He's probably like 125 lbs soaking wet.  Because of this, he is light on his feet without really meaning to be, and he has been known to startle people with his presence while standing in the same room as them, never mind the hallway or the next room over!

You'll know when he's getting angry, though, whether you're in the next room or down the block.