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m0llygunn · 1 year

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The Blackout (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)

Summary: A state wide power outage during the hottest days of the year leave you and eddie getting on each others nerves with only one way to work it out...

Warnings: 18+! smut, mature language, pet names (baby, sweetheart), oral (f receiving), p in v sex (no protection), creampie, sweaty sex, porn with plot, both eddie and reader are kind of mean to each other, no y/n. Author’s note: its summer and way too hot out so i wrote this idk wc: 3.3k

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“Its so fucking hot.” He groans.

“Eddie, if I can’t say I’m bored you can’t say you’re hot.”

I didn’t say I was hot, I said it was hot.” Eddie snaps, heat driving him to agitation.

“Go for a fucking walk then, I don’t know what to tell you.” You snap back.

The power’s been out for three days, with the outage reaching across most of the state.

Three whole fucking days during a record breakingly hot summer.

With the power being out, that means no A/C, no TV, no phone, no radio, no nothing. They’re calling it ‘The Blackout’ by what you gathered from neighbours. It is truly a moment of history that you’re sharing with Eddie, and it’s been fucking miserable.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie groans, standing from the opposite end of the couch. “It’s just as fucking hot out there, why would you even think a walk would be a good idea?”

“Stop being pissy.” You warn.

He shoots you a glare before pulling his shirt off over his head. Why he even bothered putting a shirt on after his shower, escapes you. The only thing that has kept you both from completely withering away in the stifling, suffocating heat has been taking showers. The only downside of it is that the water heater obviously uses electricity so the water is uncomfortably cold.

You watch as he crosses to the kitchen.

“Do you think the milk would still be good?” He asks, hand on the fridge door, looking in your direction.

“Why would I know?” You reply snarkily, still mad over him snapping at you.

“Holy shit, it was just a question.” He groans. “Fuck— and you think I’m being pissy.” He mumbles under his breath as he quickly opens the fridge, grabbing the milk and shutting it just as fast to try and preserve some of the cold air inside.

“I heard that.” You yell back.

“You were supposed to.” He retorts. You watch him as he sniffs the milk, nose scrunching in response.

“It’s bad?” You ask.

He doesn’t respond, he just starts dumping it down the sink, slamming the empty carton down onto the counter.

It’s been so hot you both haven’t had the energy to do anything besides argue. The first day you both thought it was semi-interesting seeing everything out of power and watching people gathering outside to excitedly chatter about it, but as the remaining cold air from the air conditioner turned hot, it wasn’t fun anymore. Then the bickering started.

You continue watching him as he opens the fridge again, this time grabbing a beer, and quickly closing the fridge like last time.

He cracks the can and you can tell from the scowl on his face as he takes a sip that it’s warm.

“It’s warm?” You ask, purely just to annoy him. You have to admit, his pissy mood is helping with your boredom, he’s serving as quite the entertainment.

You watch as he slams the can down on the counter.

“Are you being annoying on purpose?” He asks, brows pinched, eyes narrowed in on you.

“Are you being annoying on purpose?” You mock, pitching your voice up into a nasally tone.

“Fucking stop it.” He scolds, brows pinching even more harshly.

“Fucking stop it.” You mock quietly, turning in your seat on the couch to face away from Eddie.

You hear what sounds like him gulping the beer before heavy stomps heading straight for you.

“You’re pissing me off on purpose?” He asks.

Out of your periphery you can see him standing beside you, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You are.”

The corners of your lips tug up and as much as you try to stop it, you can’t.

“Do you think this is funny?” Eddie asks bewilderedly, not even the slightest bit amused by you.

“I don’t think anything about this is funny, Eddie.” You reply, your smile maturing into a smirk.

Eddie huffs, moving to sit back down beside you on the couch, making sure to sit as far away from you as possible. He exhales a deep sigh and you can tell he’s pissed by the way his jaw repeatedly clenches.

You slowly shift so your feet are up on the couch. Eddie's eyes are set forward, ignoring you on purpose.

Inch by inch you stretch your legs out until your toes are poking him in the side. He doesn’t react so you wiggle your toes, digging them in harder.

Without even sparing you a look, he grabs both of your feet pulling them on his lap, holding them tightly so they can’t move.

“Eddie, let go.” You whine as you try to escape the grips he has around your ankles. He ignores you.

You have two choices. You could lay here quietly or you could make things exponentially worse.

Exponentially worse sounds more entertaining.

You huff a breath and notice the way Eddie’s jaw clenches right after. You sigh, and he does it again.

You breathe comically loud and you swear you see his eye twitch.

One more sigh and you’re sure he’ll break his little silent treatment, so you let out a soft breathy sigh.

Nothing. Not even a jaw clench this time. You’re positive he’s just trying his best to ignore you now but you know two little words that have driven him up the wall for the last three days.

“Eddie, I’m bored.” You whine, and sure enough he breaks. His head turns in your direction, eyes burning into you.

You think he’s gonna say something but instead he pulls you by the feet, grabbing your arm so you’re practically sitting in his lap.

“You’re bored?” He coos, taunting you. He pulls at your limbs, getting you to straddle his hips, your hands landing on his bare chest.

“Don’t.” You warn, despite your increased heart rate at getting the exact response you were looking for.

“Aw but my baby’s bored, doesn’t she just want a little attention?” He continues his taunting, looking at you with a faux concern.

“You’re all sweaty.” You say, feeling his sticky skin under your fingertips.

“Baby, it’s cause you got me all worked up now. Pissing me off on purpose just for a quick laugh, right?” He says, pulling you closer to him with his hands on your hips. “What wrong, sweetheart? Where’s that smile from earlier? Seems to have disappeared now that you got what you wanted.” He teases.

“Wasn’t trying to piss you off.” You huff.

“Baby, you got what you wanted didn’t you? No use in lying.” He proceeds with his taunt.

“M’not lying.” You whisper, watching your fingers as you skate them down his sweat slicked chest. When he sternly says your name you look up at him.

“Baby, there’s no way you just said all that stuff without purposefully saying it to annoy me.” He says, cutting out all the coos, teasing, and taunting.

“Oh, so you think I’m annoying?” You say, raising your brows at him.

“Oh my god.” Eddie groans, throwing his head back against the couch in defeat.

You watch him as his brows pinch and his eyes squeeze shut to try and calm himself. You're about to speak again to scold him, but his hips shift below yours, his hard length pressed between your thighs.

“Oh my god.” You gasp. “You’re hard?”

His eyes shoot open, glaring at you for pointing it out so flagrantly. You didn’t think he was getting this worked up. Truthfully you were just doing this for a quick laugh, not a quick fuck.

“What did you think I was doing?” He asks, hands squeezing your hips, eyes still burning into you. Evidently you both were on separate pages but feeling his length still pressing into you, you're quickly switching over to the same wavelength as Eddie, but not without a little more entertainment.

“Accusing me of being annoying and a liar.” You shrill, tilting your head at him.

“Oh my god, you need to stop talking.” He says, hands pulling you by the cheeks towards his face. He presses his lips to yours and only then you process what he just said.

“Don’t tell me to stop talking.” You say, pulling away from the kiss.

“Shhh.” He hushes, pulling you back in, his lips pressing back to yours

“Don’t tell me to shush.” You say, pulling back once more.

Eddie groans, head falling forward to rest against your chest.

After a few deep breaths he pulls away. When he looks at you again, you can tell he’s still annoyed but he’s trying to relax his features.

“Do you want to fuck or not?” He asks, purposefully softening his voice.

“Ever the romantic.” You scoff.

“Baby.” He says, starting to reduce to a whine.

You find both amusement and pity in him, opting to grind your hips against his. His hands fall to your sides again, guiding you against him.

“So is that a yes?” He asks, mouth falling open as you pass over his length.

“You told me to stop talking.” You reply, smile tugging on your lips. You spread your thighs further, dropping your weight onto his crotch and he gasps, chasing it with a deep exhale.

“Talk, don’t talk, I don’t care, just keep doing that.” He grunts, lifting his hips enough to meet yours.

“Don’t be fucking rude.” You say, lifting your hips from his. When you watch his face, his annoyance falls into desperation and defeat as he attempts to chase after you with his hips before deflating into the couch with a ‘humph’.

"Fuck, please, baby.” He groans, pinching your skin between his fingers with his harsh grip on your thighs.

“Say you’re sorry.” You demand, hips still lifted from him.

“I’m sorry baby, let me show you how sorry I am.” He whines, bringing his face to sit against your chest, pressing kisses into your skin wherever he can reach.

“Fine.” You reply, smiling to yourself as you place both palms flat on his chest to guide yourself as you resume your grinding.

He lets you continue the glide of your hips against him for a moment before his hands rise to your waist, lifting you up and peeling himself from the couch.

He flips you, sitting you back against the couch while sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you.

“C’mon baby, let’s get these off.” He says lowly, fingers tangling in the lace of your panties under your oversized shirt. You lift your hips and he quickly pulls them off, throwing them beside him.

He grabs your hips again, pulling you to the edge of the couch, immediately connecting his mouth to your cunt.

You whimper as his tongue licks up your slit, swirling around your clit. He’s quick to introduce his fingers, plunging two inside of you, bringing them in and out at a pace he knows you like.

“Look at you, all quiet and happy now.” Eddie laughs. You look down at him between your legs and his eyes are focused on you, pupils blown wide and sparkling in amusement as his skin glistens in a sheer sweat.

You don’t respond to him, you just watch with a slack jaw as his mouth works against you, fingers massaging that sweet spot inside, drawing all sorts of whimpers and moans from your lungs.

Your pleasure keeps building and building, tension becoming a hot blur inside of you until Eddie’s mouth stops completely. A whined cry escapes your lips as the crescendo of your high is pulled from you.

“How do you have me showing you that I’m sorry? You’re the one who was purposefully pissing me off.” Eddie questions, brows furrowed. It’s not a sly tease or a playful trick of the moment, it’s a genuine realization that’s just come to him.

“Eddie.” You whine.

“No, seriously. You’re the one who started this, why am I sorry?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groan.

“No.” He retorts, brows pinched. You sink your weight into the couch, exhaling through your nose before looking back at Eddie.

“Eddie, I was so close to coming.” You whine, bringing your hands to his face to push his sweaty bangs back, trying to will him to continue.

“Say sorry then.” He says firmly, ignoring your hands on his face.

“Eddie.” You whine again. He raises his eyebrows at you expectantly and you sigh harshly bring your arms to your chest, folding them in a pout. “Do you want me to give you a blow job, is that what this is about?” He blinks at you slowly before opening his mouth.

“I want you to say sorry.” He pushes, refusing to be distracted by your offer.

“Sorry.” You mumble, annoyed that he’s really making you apologize mid fuck.

“What was that, couldn’t quite hear you.” He says, smile ghosting over his lips as he turns his ear to you, cupping it with his hand.

“I said sorry.” You snap. His smile turns into a dimpled grin as his eyes bleed pure amusement.

“Get down here.” He laughs, pulling you down the couch further, wrapping his arms around your back and maneuvering you to the floor.

“Eddie!” You shriek as your body hits the floor, his hands guiding you downwards. You’re greeted with a coolness against your back that feels refreshing against your boiling hot skin.

“It’s cooler down here.” He says, lowering his face to kiss at your shirt clad chest before his hands grab at the hem. You sit up enough for him to raise the shirt over your head, tossing it to the side, leaving you bare on the floor in front of him.

He sits up, unbuckling his pants, tugging them down.

“Gonna fuck you right here on the floor, baby.” He mumbles, fumbling distractedly with his pants that stick to his sweaty skin. It takes him a while, but when they're finally off, boxers removed with them, he wastes no time running his fist up and down his length before bringing it to your core.

“Ready, baby?”

“I was ready about 5 minutes ago before you started fighting with your pant—” You sneer before Eddie pushes into you, interrupting your snarky comment by punching all the air from your lungs.

“Baby, you really gotta quit that attitude, it’s too fucking hot in here for that.” He grunts, punctuating every other word with thrusts into you.

The stretch of him filling you up and the force behind each jut of his hips leaves your head spinning.

“Eddie.” You moan, feeling your lost pleasure resurface quickly, tension already building in your lower belly.

Your heavy breathing gets buried under the echoes of sticky skin slapping together with each of Eddie's pistoling movements. His plunging thrusts working his cock deep inside of you, the adrenaline of your non-stop arguing working as fuel for him fervently fucking you.

Reaching your arms up to him, you bring your hands to his back, grasping for purchase against his sweaty skin, resorting to using your nails to keep you tethered to him as he fucks you into the carpeted floor.

“You like that, baby? Just wanted me to fuck you, huh? Getting me all pissed off so I can give it to you nice and hard.” He grunts, one of his hands releasing the tight squeeze on your thighs to graze over your chest, the heat of his hand searing your skin, leaving you tingling under the trail of his touch.

“Mhmm” You moan, agreeing mindlessly, lost in pleasure. You look up at Eddie, his brows furrowed in pleasure, mouth dropped agape, hair stuck to his face and you feel a burst of adoration for him.

“Eddie.” You whine, using your grip on him to pull him down. “Kiss.” You add, and he lowers to you immediately. His lips meet yours, both of you working your lips together in a salty kiss tainted by the mixing sweat of your upper lips. He continues thrusting into you, the new position as he licks into your mouth offering an added friction to your clit with each plunge making you gasp and moan into his mouth.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Feels so good, baby.” His kisses stop but he doesn’t let his lips leave you entirely, breathing his words into your mouth.

The sweltering hot knot in your belly grows impossibly tight, each thrust of his hips reaching deeper inside of you while his hot breath funnels directly into your mouth leaving you absolutely dizzy.

“G-gonna cum, Eddie.” You stutter, lower belly tensing so harshly your breathing only comes in harsh pants.

“Cum for me, baby. Need to feel you cum.” He groans.

You let go, body vibrating, and in the heat of the house it feels like everything inside of you is boiling over in an orgasmic haze. Your skin prickles, as Eddie’s thrusting grows more erratic.

You grip harshly against his skin, fingers slipping and nails digging in harder with every final thrust bringing you through your searing high.

“Fuck. Fuck, squeezing me so hard, baby.” He whimpers, hips meeting yours as he pushes deeply inside of you, balls tensing and cock twitching as he fills you up with the warm milkiness of his cum. He thrusts in and out of you, hips stuttering as he rides through his high before collapsing on top of you.

His chest pushes against yours with every gasp of air as he catches his breath and you slowly but surely come back to reality. Reality— which is an absolutely sweltering hot, sweaty man on top of you.

“You’re so sweaty.” You whisper, feeling the stickiness of his face press against your cheek, his hair sticking all over his face and your face. He laughs, the hot air of his breath fanning over the dripping sweat on your neck.

“You too.” He says, pushing himself up with his arms to look at you. With drips of sweat beading down his temples, bangs sticking in all different directions, every hint of annoyance is gone from his eyes, leaving behind a hazy contentment mixed with adoration.

“I think you gave me carpet burn.” You say, smiling despite the stinging burn on your back that you only notice now as he shifts on top of you, relieving you of his weight.

“I think you drew blood.” He laughs, mirroring your smile. He sits up on his knees, pulling out from you with a mirrored gasp between the two of you.

On his knees, he twists his upper body showing you the angry red lines you drew on his back with your nails. You gasp and he turns back around, looking at you with a knowing smile.

“Here, sit up, baby.” He says, holding his arms out for you. You take them and he tugs you up, peering behind you at your back.

“Yup, s’all red.” He laughs.

“Shower?” You say, pulling yourself closer to him. He pulls you up from the floor, slippery grip making you slide from him until he boosts you up, reclaiming a firm grip on your ass.

“Fuck yeah, we need a shower.” He breathes as he walks you to the bathroom, kicking the door open.

You and Eddie spent the next few hours sitting in the tub finding salvation from the muggy heat in the freezing cold water that runs from the tap. It was an uncomfortable fit in the small tub but with your knees pressed to your chest, your back to his front, and one of his calves hanging over the ledge, you both sat together, chattering quietly until you both were pruny and ready to get out.

By the late evening, you were on better terms, arguing reduced to nothing but a playful teasing lilt.

Just as you both started to get ready for bed, the lights turned back on along with the beautiful melody of the air conditioner vibrating from the window.

The room cooled down drastically, leaving you both happy and allowing for you to cuddle in bed, completely sweat free.

As soon as your heads hit your pillows, with your bodies relaxing into each other as you nodded off to sleep, everything that transpired in the heated power outage reduced to a moment of the past that you two will grow to laugh at over time.

You did gather one thing though, getting Eddie riled up before sex is extremely entertaining.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfiction #eddiemunson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie smut

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rpdepartment · 1 year

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mundane headcanons

🌅 morning routine

at what time do they generally wake up?

do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?

how many alarms do they need to wake up?

are they a morning person?

bathroom first or breakfast first?

do they take a shower to wake up?

coffee, tea, milk or juice?

sweet or savoury breakfast?

what do they like to have for breakfast?

do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?

do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?

🚿 personal hygiene

how often do they take a shower/bath?

shower or bath?

shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?

do they use specific perfumes?

do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?

do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?

what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?

🍕 food breaks

do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?

do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?

if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?

do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?

do they tend to have leftovers?

how often do they get fast food?

how often do they go to restaurants?

🧹 chores

are they the one doing most chores in the house?

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?

do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?

do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?

🚗 transports

do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?

do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )

do they own a car?

do they own a bike?

are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?

do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?

do they like going on trains?

do they like going on boats or ships?

do they like going on airplanes?

📱 phone

what phone do they have?

do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?

how often do they check their phone?

do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?

how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?

do they have games on their phone?

what's their background and lock-screen?

💻 social media

are they registered to any social media?

how often do they log in?

how many followers do they have?

do they follow a lot of people?

how easy is it for them to block someone online?

what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?

did they ever get in an online fight?

do you think they'd have callouts about them?

😴 sleeping routine

at what time do they tend to go to sleep?

do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?

how much does it take for them to fall asleep?

are they a light or a heavy sleeper?

do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?

do they dream often?

what kind of dreams to they tend to have?

do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?

do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?

what's their usual sleeping position?

where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?

#headcanon prompts #headcanon prompt #prompts #prompt #rp prompts #ask meme

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symp4nat · 8 months

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clarisse x reader where the reader is undergoing hair transition? as if she wanted her curls back and Clarisse helped her keep her self-esteem high (God knows how much support is needed)

Luscious Curls

clarisse la rue x reader

Clarisse's hands ran through your straight hair and her eyebrows furrowed. "You're upset, what's making you upset," you asked. She mumbled against your hair, "Why straighten your hair?"

You tilted your head back so it laid in your girlfriend's lap. "You know it's hard to manage curls." Clarisse put some water on your head and you whined as your hair curled back up. "C, please, no!"

"You need product, please, baby," your girlfriend pouted. "You know your curls are pretty."

Your eyebrows furrowed and then you nodded. "Whatever, make it fast."

Clarisse grabbed her handful of product. "This is shampoo, conditioner, refresher, detangler, mousse-"

"Risse, this is stupid," a groan slipped from your mouth. "Hell no, please," Clarisse pleaded. You complied and she dragged you into the bathroom. "So you add shampoo normally and then conditioner. Leave it in for 3 minutes and scrunch it like this and wash," you mimicked her actions as she spoke.

She squeezed your arm proudly. "Then you use this detangling milk sorta thing to... detangle. Then this refresher to look cute, then mousse to style and frizz cream!"

After an hour and her showing you how to use a diffuser, your hair looked amazing. You walked out of the cabin after lots of convincing from Clarisse and everyone's jaw was dropped. "How'd you get your hair curly," some kid form another cabin asked.

Clarisse proudly said, "She has curly hair... naturally."

"Your hair, Y/N/N," your friend Marissa told you.

"Is it bad?" You played with Clarisse's rings.

"It's really... really pretty, love," your friend hummed.

"Like you, baby," Clarisse said with heart eyes toward you.

#percy jackon and the olympians #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson #clarisse la rue x reader #pjo fandom #clarisse la rue fluff #pjo #clarisse la rue #dior goodjohn #dior goodjohn x reader #dior #dior goodjohn imagine #dior pjo

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d3arapril · 11 months

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modern!ellie headcanons

my take on modern ellie. why? cos i love her 🙄 pls enjoy! feedback appreciated as alwayssss~ <3

✧ warnings: brief we3d mention but other than that, none! just ellie being ellie. safe for all audiences!

ellie was quite reserved when u first met and now ur dating she can still shut down sometimes but she's working on it

she's quiet if she doesn't know u...if ur close... ur gonna wish u weren't

literally NEVER shuts up sometimes?? she can be like one of those wind up toys and chatter on and on for HOURS if she's in the right mood

knows random facts about the most obscure things

"babe did u know that there are more than 60,000 tree species on earth??" *silence* "uhhh.... thanks el?"

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!!! knows every meme under the sun, would still use xD un-ironically if u didn't bully her for it

her tiktok screentime is probably like 7 hours a day bc she could spend endless hours just laying in bed scrolling, u get home from work/school and she's sent u 30 messages. u watch every single one <3

she's fairly active on instagram but doesn't really care about followers etc... just posts random photos whenever she feels like it and has several photo dumps dedicated to her fav pics of u. has a highlight called ‘❤️’ with pics of u

would comment on other ppls tiktoks but not post her own vids.. she’s a bit of a troll sometimes LOL

bites her nails/fingers all the time til they bleed... it's a habit

u got her the nail polish that tastes nasty to try and help her reduce the amount she bites her nails but she just started enjoying the taste of it 😐

"i thought this was supposed to taste bad???" she'd ask u with a thumb shoved in her mouth

so obviously gets bitches but is so oblivious to her surroundings and doesn't notice people ogling at her whenever you're walking around together

however if people are looking at u?? its on sight

gets very jealous very easily and has a mad short temper. lowkey toxic sometimes

will wear an 'i love my girlfriend' t-shirt without even being asked because..she loves u..duh?

leaves u notes all around ur home... u open the fridge and she's written on the empty carton of milk that she left in the fridge :/

'i love u ps were out of milk :('

wears flannels/hoodies, vests/plain tshirts and baggy jeans (maybe skinny jeans if she’s feeling crazy. u tell her she’s outdated) with converse every day. 'lesbian uniform' she calls it...

carabiner queen but doesn't actually have any keys attached to it, just keychains... her fav is the spiderman one she won at the arcade. also has a fidget cube attached. Locked And Loaded

tobey maguire is her favourite spiderman :) closely followed by andrew garfield. she says she’d probably have a crush on him if she liked boys. also loves wanda.. obviously

listens to old 2016 rap.. fetty wap has been in her top 5 spotify artists for the past 2 years

also listens to deftones (her fav songs are teenager and cherry waves btw)

uses wired earphones still because she can’t let go.. they’re busted and chewed up to hell but somehow are still going strong

i’m a strong believer that ellie would LOVE watching berleezy and quotes his videos ALL THE TIME. it's "..and bricked.... hello!" whenever she sees u looking nice (which is all the time to her)

knows all the fnaf lore (somehow?? shes never even played it)

super light sleeper, always tossing and turning and she's actually fallen out of bed several times bc she gets so ridiculously restless

always sleeps in until she only has around 15 mins left to get ready. is somehow rarely late

she has no skincare routine but has perfect skin 🙄 just washes her face with some random cheap face wash she found on sale and moisturises when she remembers. she also doesn’t use conditioner bc she ‘doesn’t believe in it’ but has soft hair? tf

always staring at u? she frowns a lot but when she looks at u her entire face softens and she has that lil half smile that she doesn’t even realise she’s doing

u guys have an intricate secret handshake that she practised in her own time so she could get it right

her journal is full of sketches of u, poems about u… girl is so in love sometimes it scares her a lil

made a scrapbook for ur birthday full of everything she’s kept from everywhere u have been together, she even kept the stickers from ur starbucks drinks and stuck them in there <3

wrote a lil song for u and waited until ur bday to sing it to u for the first time… she got so embarrassed straight after so she just hid under the covers

big ol stoner! if u dont like weed she won’t smoke when she’s with u but if u also smoke/don’t mind she’ll loooove to smoke w u. gave u her fav grinder as a token of her love

tried to make special brownies but u both burnt them to a crisp 😔 el tries so hard to be optimistic (for once) “it’s fine babe we can just eat it anyway” “ellie it’s literally crumbling when u touch it…”

tried to stick n poke herself several times but couldn’t commit so she just has unfinished pieces on her upper thighs

loves head scratches and pants like a dog when u scratch the right spot

is this emoji 🧍🏼‍♀️ frequently

that’s all folks (for now……) …. i love her

#ahhhh shes silly goofy and unstable. i love her #ellie #my writing #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams headcanons #tlou headcanons #tlou fic #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #ellie williams smut #sorryyy tagging this again #only way 2 get stuff seen :(#ellie tlou

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honeytonedhottie · 5 months

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extra self care routine⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍦

this 8 step self care routine is meant to be super DUPER over the top but its intended more so to make u feel like the goddess that u are and to simply pamper, and spoil urself as u should...plus you'll smell like a cupcake after 🎀

warning, LONG post ahead but thats because i tried to be thorough and clear on the steps of this 8-step routine.✨🧁

STEP ONE ; ICING UR FACE

the benefits of facial icing include more radiant skin, helps with spider lines, and blemish control. if u wanna know more about icing ur face i recommend u read this.

but typically you'll fill up a bowl with some water and ice and dunk ur face in the ice in 60 second intervals (thats how i like to do it) or you take an ice cube and run that on ur skin.

STEP TWO ; OILING UR HAIR

i personally dont recommend oiling ur hair overnight, once u apply ur hair oil into ur hair let it sit for 30 minutes - 4 hours depending on how much time u have on ur hands, but if ur gonna do the 8 step self care ritual i would assume u had some time.

use the scalp massaging tool for blood flow to ur head and MASSAGE. imagine all of ur stress seeping out of ur body. it might sound strange, but when im doing this step i imagine myself rearranging and organizing my thoughts 💀.

while ur doing this whole routine i recommend playing an affirmation tape in the background, or ur favorite playlist. 🧁

STEP THREE ; MASKS

next i'll use a spray bottle and wet my hair before going in with my hair mask, and once thats in ur hair use the claw clip to keep ur hair up and out of ur face.

now its time for the facial mask and i recommend keeping kind of an ARSENAL of masks, whether its a liquid or clay mask or sheet masks just have them on u because i usually do face masks of any sort 1-2 times a week for my LUSTROUS glow.

while u have the hair and face masks in, its a good time to do some dry brushing to remove dead skin cells and improve blood circulation. some other masks that u can do to be EXTRA are lip masks and under eye masks.

STEP FOUR ; IN THE SHOWER

wash ur hair as you would usually do, use the body scrub before using a body wash that has similar tones to the body scrub (this is called scent layering) and while in the shower i recommend to do a shower meditation.

if y'all r interested i'll make a shower meditation guide and u can record ur own voice doing the meditation so u can use it ✨

while ur in the shower make sure to be meticulous and take ur time while u wash ur body. do double cleansing so that u can ensure that you're squeaky clean.

now is also the time to shave if u like to do that and remember use a body scrub BEFORE u shave and once ur out of the shower to use a body oil to prevent ingrowns and to just have a smoother shave in general.

STEP FIVE ; OUT OF THE SHOWER

use ur body oil and ur body lotion, this kind of goes along with the before bed slugging notion which gives the SOFTEST most amazing skin in the morning so i highly recommend it.

HOT TIP FROM HONEY ; using a warmed up towel adds to the whole spa experience so i def recommend that, warming up towels/blankets/robes makes me feel so cozy and toasty 🧋✨

the formula for before bed slugging is (body oil + body lotion + a thick body butter/cream)

STEP SIX ; REPAIR AND REPLENISH

once your out of the shower and you’ve slugged ur body, use a leave in conditioner to repair and soothe damaged hair.

use a face milk

cuticle oil

now’s the time to use pimple patches

and things of that nature in general

this ensures that ur being absolutely meticulous and replenishing ur body the proper way. taking care of ur base so that u can make it absolutely GLOW ✨

STEP SEVEN ; FACIAL MASSAGE

use a gua sha and any other facial massage tools to help blood circulation and just be EXTRA. to sculpt ur face like the goddess you are.

facial massage stimulates blood circulation, promoting oxygen flow and nutrient delivery to the skin cells. facial massage helps to release the tension held in the facial muscles, alleviating stress lines and promoting a more youthful appearance.

AND if ur consistent with facial massage, you'll can enhance skin elasticity AND diminish fine lines.

STEP EIGHT ; YOGA AND STRETCHES

nothing feels better then massaging and stretching stiff limbs, especially if u have pains or aches in ur body. look up a follow along, super light, yoga routine or a stretching routine.

i think that a rly good stretch is the perfect way to end ur super duper over the top 8 step self care routine 💗🎀

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thisisourlovestory · 9 months

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Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Word count- 2.8k

Chapter 1

I woke up early on the day of the reaping. Blinking awake slowly, head spinning from the effects of what even Haymitch from district 12 would class as too much alcohol, not that I’d really ever spoken to him, just from observation. I shuffled into my fluffy slippers and stumbled over to the table in the middle of my kitchen. Sitting down heavily, I groaned as lightning shot through my head and I scrubbed a hand across my face, reaching out to grab a glass of water and downing it in one gulp. Once my head stopped spinning I made myself a cup of coffee, mixing in milk and spooning in an inordinate amount of sugar, I made my way outside and sat on a chair, sipping the too sweet mixture from time to time, hands curled around the mug as I gazed out at the sunrise. Pinks and purples blended together, swirling with orange hues as it got lighter with every passing second. The sun rose above the horizon, bathing me in golden light as I breathed in the fresh air, letting go of all my fears and doubts for a moment to just take in the beauty of the world around me.

The trees swaying gently in the breeze, leaves rustling, songbirds chirping. One landed on my shoulder, twittering a joyful tune in my ear. I tapped my foot to the rhythm, singing quietly, whispering lyrics swept away by the wind. A ringing of the bell snapped me out of it, a harsh reminder of reality, of the games. I gave a grim smile and walked back inside, swigging back the last drops of my drink. Once back in the house I filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water, drizzling some scented oil in it and immediately stepping in. The water burned my skin, turning it red and raw, irritating the cuts on my feet as they stung and I hissed in a vague degree of pain. I grabbed a cloth and scrubbed my body viciously, stripping it of any dead skin and dirt that had collected over the past few days as I had moped around the house just waiting. My hands grabbed a bottle and I poured the contents onto my hair, scraping my nails across my scalp, rinsing it, then tipping a bottle of conditioner into it, massaging the smooth pink substance into my hair, making it smell like honeysuckle, sweet and overpowering.

I drained the bathtub and stepped out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. I picked through my clothes, discarding some to one side and placing others over the mirror in my room. I ended up with three options and I frowned as I assessed them. I didn't want something that would make me seem weak, but I still needed to portray the innocence of a child that the Capitol loved me for. Eventually, I settled for a light green dress that fell just above my knees, I studied myself closely, the dress clung to my upper half but flared out at the waist, the loose sleeves covering the mark on my wrist. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, it was perfect; for a second I looked like a girl. A normal girl who hadn't been affected by witnessing death, who got to live a happy ordinary life with her family. And for just that one second I wished selfishly with all my heart that I could be with the person the universe chose for me, because he loved me. I snapped out of my daze and stared into the mirror, light reflecting off the surface and bouncing around my room. I turned away and face planted on my bed, the mattress muffling my scream of anger. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, refusing to let go for a second as my breathing quickened and tears pricked my eyes. Now is not the time to cry, I berated myself silently, my nose still buried in the bed. Now was the time to stand up and show that I was not afraid, that they could throw anything at me and I would come back stronger. I sniffled slightly, sitting back up and dangling my legs off the bed as I wiped away a few stray tears. I gazed at my reflection again. So different from the confident girl I had been before, now a pathetic weakling, if that's what a few minutes could do to me then I hated to see what damage hours or days could inflict on me.

I heard people talking outside and moved silently to the window.

“Don't worry, it’ll all be fine.” I knew that voice.

“But what if I get reaped,” I knew that one as well, “I can't go back in there.” I peaked out to see Finnick and Annie, engrossed in conversation.

“I promise I won't let anything happen to you,” Finnick continued, gripping her arms and staring at her, “I promise.”

I smiled sadly at the sight, it hurt a little, it always did but I was happy for them. I truly was. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way of their romance, it was quite clear to me that they belonged together, the universe makes mistakes and it seemed like he and I were one of them. They walked back into his house and I stepped back into my own room, closing the window behind myself and trapping the cold air inside. Shivering, I picked out a white knitted cardigan and pulled it on, the soft fabric providing a thin layer of warmth from the chill. The clock on my wall struck 11, I breathed out deeply and walked downstairs, slipping on a pair of beige sandals, tying the brown leather just around my ankle in a bow. Taking a last look around my house I trailed a hand along some of the pictures lining the walls, photos of my mum and I smiling and laughing together from when I was little. It seemed so long ago now, I was no longer a child and my mum was no longer alive. My hand finished on the last picture, the most recent, one I had snapped a couple of years ago of Finnick and I. It was one of the last times I had spoken to him, before Annie. It had been after a particularly nasty nightmare and he had cooked breakfast, pancakes with syrup. He smiled as I got the sticky substance on my cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. I had laughed and held the camera up, both of us smiling widely as my finger pressed down to take the shot.

It was a reminder of happier times, as happy as they could be at least. I made to step out the door but I remembered something at the last second. My shoes. My ballet shoes. If I was going back then I wanted them as my token. Granted they weren't the pair I had the first time, those had long since worn out, but that didn't change the way every new pair of shoes made me feel. What they made me remember.

I had been 4 when I first decided I wanted to dance. I had seen the Mayor's daughter wearing a pair of ballet shoes and dancing in the garden with them on. I immediately fell in love, and ran home to my mother, so excited I talked about them for hours. Every day from then on I would go and watch the girl dance, I would copy her movements until I could do each and every one with the drop of a hat. Then one day a few years later they caught me watching. They had beat me black and blue and sent me running home crying, knees scraped and clothes torn. My mother had comforted me, singing a lullaby as she rocked me to sleep. The next day I woke up to a pile of books on the table and a box topped with a ribbon. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but my mother smiled gently and nudged me forwards.

“Open it,” she said, “I think you’ll like it.” My eyes widened as I opened the books, there were pages upon pages of text, instructions, they were tattered and dirty but they taught me everything I knew about ballet. How to do the steps, how to strengthen my body and become more flexible, how to fully immerse myself in the dance and feel the music. Then I turned my attention to the package. I ripped the ribbon off and was greeted with a pair of ballet shoes. Slightly worn and ripped but in my eyes they were perfect. I shrieked in excitement and threw my arms around my mother as she caught me laughing.

“Calm down little bird,” she said, ”it's an early birthday present. And besides,” she continued a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I want free tickets to all your shows.”

I nodded my head, pulling away to look at her.

“Do you think I can actually do it?” I asked innocently. Her gaze became serious.

“You have nothing to prove to them, little bird, you hear me. But they will always look down on you, so you can either let them or you can prove that you are more than what they see.” She paused for a second, “You can do it my little bird, and you will be incredible.” I burrowed into her and she wrapped a soft blanket around us, cradling me like I was a baby again. She passed me the packaging and I lifted the shoes out, holding them carefully, as if the slightest move could break them. My thin fingers traced along the fabric, smoothing the heel over and tapping on the box, grinning in delight at the hollow sound it made.

“Go on,” my mother encouraged, “try them.”

I scrambled to the floor and pulled the shoes on, they were a bit loose but I simply tied the ribbons as tightly as possible and tucked the knot in. I stared down at them as I stood there, they were so beautiful and delicate. I wobbled onto the tips of them, my feet pointed, balancing on the very ends of my toes. My mother clapped as I walked around the small living room in them, being ever so careful to not slip over and ruin them. When I finally took them off, my feet had little blisters on them, I didn't care. I would endure anything to prove myself, to show that I wasn't just another district girl. I went to bed the happiest I'd ever been that night. My mother stroking my hair as I drifted into the dreamworld, filled with thoughts of dancing and performing where everything was perfect.

In the present I shook myself out of my reminiscing and grabbed a pair of the shoes, ribbons dangling loose, tucking them into a small bag and slinging it over my shoulder, I slammed the front door behind myself and strode out of victor's village, down the gravel track to the town. The sharp stones cut my bare feet in pinpricks and I winced, regretting my choice of footwear.

A light breeze brushed against my face and I pulled two pearl hair grips out of my bag, twisting the front strands of my hair and pinning them up together. As I walked, I was surrounded by nature, trees filled with green leaves and song birds, beautiful flowers the colours of jewels, fluffy clouds overhead. I breathed in the fresh air just before I reached town, something took hold in me and I twirled, laughing as the skirt of the dress flew out in a circle, it swished around me as I revelled in a moment of happiness, dancing around like a child, spinning wildly, leaping in the air with my arms spread wide for a final minute of joy. My cheeks flushed as I walked past the peacekeepers who had witnessed my outburst, they stood still, guarding the entrance to town. Making sure no one could escape. I made my way to the justice building, ignoring the looks people threw my way. Disgust, worry, pity a few of them among thousands. I strode to the desk where I had to register.

“Name.” The peacekeeper asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I answered, holding out my arm for them to take my blood.

They gestured to the stage and I made my way up, taking in the thousands of faces looking up at me. Children probably grateful they wouldn't have to worry this year, parents glad they wouldn't have to lose another child yet. I look to the side at Annie and Mags, both deep in conversation as if they hadn't even noticed my arrival. Mags hugged her reassuringly and my heart cracked a little, wishing I had someone to comfort me like that. I turned back to stare at the wooden floor of the stage remembering the last time I stood here seven years ago after my name had been called.

I had been shaking like a leaf, terrified as I stuttered how old I was. The looks of pity sent my way by everyone and the horrified look on my mothers face as I had walked up escorted by peacekeepers. Lysander read off the boy's name but I couldn't hear anything, my heart pounding in my ears. I had kept my head down as I was led to a room for my last goodbyes. My mother rushed in and held me close as I cried and she wiped my tears then held my face in her hands and told me.

“You fight little bird. You hide and then you fight, you understand. You come home to me, I'll be waiting.” Then she pushed my pointe shoes into my arms and kissed me on the forehead before she was led out, giving me one last smile as I gripped the shoes. Then I was taken to the train and we were on our way to the Capitol

I smiled prettily for the Capitol, shyly answering any of their questions. ‘Yes I was a bit nervous’, ‘I loved to dance’, ‘Of course I could give them a tiny demonstration’, ‘I would try to win, for my mother but I had never known my father’. That got their attention, the poor little girl from district 4, no father, only a mother who she loved dearly, more than her own life. So when I got into the arena I did what mother told me, I hid and I fought and I got out but when I came home she wasn't waiting for me. She was gone. They told me it was an illness, one that was untreatable. So she was gone and I was left alone. I often thought I would have been better off dead. At least then I'd be with her.

All went silent and I was pushed out of my thoughts as our escort walked onto the stage, dressed outlandishly as always in the flashiest colours and cuts of fabric.

“Welcome all to the Quarter Quell,” he starts, “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour.” The usual video starts to play and I roll my eyes as I hear the words ‘War, terrible war’. It's the same every year, a montage and voiceover which has no purpose anymore. We know what happened, we know what's happening now and we really don't need to be reminded of it. After what seems like an age the clip ends and Lysander claps excitedly, he’s the only one and the noise rings in my ears.

“I get goosebumps every time,” he gushes cheerfully,”It just gets me every time. And now for the moment you've all been waiting for, it is time to choose our tributes for this very special year. First the boys,” He walks over to the huge bowl containing one small piece of paper and dramatically dips his hand in. He picks up the paper and unfolds it painfully slowly. “Finnick Odair.” He announces and I have to fight back a cry as he steps forwards, waving and smiling at the cameras, my fingers itching at my wrist as the mark burns from the close proximity to him. Lysander grins almost maniacally as he congratulates him on this honour. Patting him on the back and exclaiming how exciting this will be

“And now time for the ladies.” He says and walks over to the other bowl with three pieces of paper in. I stand nervously, twisting my hands in the sleeves of my jumper as he reaches in and waves his hand around for a minute before plucking a piece out. He shakes it in front of him and unfolds it as slowly as the first one. I breathe shakily, in out, in out. He reads the name off the slip of paper.

“Annie Cresta!”

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cakerybakery · 2 months

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This was ridiculous. At this point Adam wasn’t even noticing the staring. His left arm was next to useless, he was glad Lucifer’s legs weren’t cutting off blood flow but he could barely turn the cart. Charlie being all but glued to his right side wasn’t helping.

What the fuck was in that shampoo?? If he could have pried the short fucker off him he would have taken another shower and washed the scent out.

At least Charlie was half way normal.

He looked down where she was snuggling her face into his chest happily. “Charlie, can you get the carrots?”

“Okay, mama.” She hummed happily, reached and grabbed a bag of carrots from the produce shelf. She dropped it in the cart and was back into his side.

He didn’t bother correcting her anymore.

They barely took a step when someone’s cart hit his backside.

“Move it, asshole!” The old lady behind him shouted.

“You motherfu-“ he started before Lucifer released his arm, turned, and hissed fire at her like a tiny angry flamethrower.

‘Huh… well that’s interesting.’

The old woman screamed and flung her hat to the ground to stomp out the fire. Adam quickly moved on.

Lucifer wrapped his legs around Adam’s neck and the rest of himself around Adam’s head, burying his face back into Adam’s hair.

Lucifer sighed happily, “I love you.”

“What’s my name?”

His hair was peppered with little kisses. “Perfection.”

Adam flushed. He was actually expecting Lucifer to say Lilith. There was a point he wanted to make but now he didn’t have the will to find out if Lucifer actually knew it was him.

It freed up his arm anyway.

He was regretting telling Vaggie he was going to the grocery store for shampoo.

She handed him a list and said Charlie had been planning on going anyway. When he said he didn’t have money to buy food for like eight people, Lucifer dropped his wallet into Adam’s hand and told him, “take whatever you want, honey.”

He agreed to get enough for dinner and breakfast because, “I’m not a fucking grocery service!”

They walked down the aisles, Charlie leaving his side just long enough to grab an item and snuggling back into his chest.

It would be cute if she wasn’t calling him mama. He knew Charlie referred to Lilith as mom. If he smells like her, shouldn’t Charlie be calling him mom?

Whatever was in Viper Musk was tripping the original snake in the grass and his kid. He felt like catnip at a cat shelter. A mother duck and her ducklings. A fucking possum carrying her young.

Charlie nuzzled against him with a happy little hum and called him mama again. If she wasn’t so sweet and innocent looking he’d have chucked her into a woodchipper by now.

Lucifer was sniffing his hair some more and he, Adam would gladly toss in if he could pry the man off.

They couldn’t have gotten to the shampoo aisle faster as far as he was concerned. He browsed the different brands for something to give his hair the volume he liked that also smelled nice. Finally he settled on a nice honey and milk and put the bottle in the cart. He picked up the conditioner and went to put it in the cart but the shampoo was gone.

“What the? I could have swore I put it in there.” He put the conditioner in the child’s seat of the cart and turned back to the shelf to grab bottle of shampoo. The line of products was full. Maybe he put it back and thought he put it in the cart?

Adam grabbed another bottle and put it in the child’s seat of the cart.

The conditioner was missing.

Okay. Once could be a mistake, but fucking twice? The fuck was going on??

Charlie never left her side, it couldn’t be her. Right?

He turned back once more to quickly grab the conditioner and thought he saw a flick of something black in the corner of his eye whipping his head as fast as he could with Lucifer wrapped around his head and neck, Adam checked the cart. The shampoo was gone.

Looking down at Charlie she gave him a dreamy little smile.

“Charlie?”

“Yes, mama?”

“Have you been taking mama’s shampoo and conditioner out of the cart?”

Her bottom lip quivered and tears welled up in her eyes. She broke immediately and nodded.

“Why?”

“You smell so good.”

“Mmm,” Lucifer agreed from somewhere in his hair, “so good. You should smell like this always.”

“You two know why I’m going to wash my hair?” Adam sighed, trying to get through to them.

Gripping his shirt a little harder Charlie nodded, “so you don’t smell like mom anymore. But you smell so good ma-ad-madam?”

“Yeah, you smell wonderful, Adam. You should always smell like this.”

“Oh, so you do know it’s me. That’s just the shampoo talking. Ignore it. I can’t live my afterlife with the two of you attached to me. It’s been an hour and a half. And eventually, someone is going to have to need to use the bathroom.”

Lucifer and Charlie both hissed at the suggestion they not be attached to his side or head.

He took the bottles off the shelf and put them in the cart. “They leave the cart and I will be angry with you.”

The hissing stopped and he was squeezed tighter.

Charlie muttered into his chest, “dad helped.”

If he could glare at Lucifer, he would.

The rest of the trip was better in that they left his fucking shampoo alone.

Getting back to the hotel he and Charlie dumped all the groceries on the counter except his hair stuff and he went to find Vaggie.

“Hey, how was the-??”

With both his hands being freed up he grabbed Vaggie and lifted her. Lucifer hissed but Adam ignored him and rubbed Vaggie’s head against his hair like he was trying to get a ballon to stick to the wall with static electricity.

He put her back on her feet. Peeled Charlie off him and shoved her face into Vaggie’s hair. Charlie wrapped her arms around Vaggie and sighed happily.

“Go take a shower to get her off. I’m going to go hose this fucker off me.”

New shower supples on hand Adam went up to his room. As he turned on the water Lucifer started to fight him so he grabbed the Viper Musk off the side of the tub and popped open the lid. Lucifer melted against him from getting such a direct hit of the scent. He waited for the water to be the right temperature, closed the lid, and stepped into the spray.

Lucifer sputtered as he was hit directly in the face. Siting up and gasping his grip on Adam loosened.

The shower head suddenly twisted away from them and Lucifer’s face was back in his hair.

Lucifer let out a disappointed sigh, “it’s gone.” He rubbed his cheek against Adam’s head one last time before getting down.

“Feeling more normal now?” Adam turned off the water and got out of the shower.

He turned his back on Lucifer’s and started peeling off his wet clothing. Adam was going to hop back in and make sure every trace was washed off him but he didn’t want to do it in his clothing.

Lucifer never answered him and Adam looked up in the mirror to see if maybe the guy had just taken off without a word.

Instead Lucifer was staring at him.

At his ass.

‘Oh no.’

“Lucifer?”

That little tongue of his flicked out and Lucifer’s eyes met Adam’s in the mirror.

Adam pulled the wet shirt he just took off up to cover his chest. “Lucifer. Whatever is going through your little snake brain, no. The answer is no.”

“You know they used to made a whole line of that scent. Used real snake pheromones for it.” His tongue flicked again but he turned to leave nonetheless, “just, if you ever change your mind. You can still get the perfume and cologne. A little dab is too weak for Charlie to sense, her mother’s tongue. Mine is far more sensitive.”

He left. His wet boots squeaking on the floor.

Adam sat down on the toilet. That felt a little too close for comfort. Was Lucifer actually suggesting what he thought Lucifer was suggesting?

There was no way he was going to buy cologne filled with snake sex pheromones to entice a serpent.

…

But it might be fun to buy a bottle and use it to fuck with the asshole. Maybe Al would like to have a clingy companion for a day? That would make up for have over half of the Morningstars attached to him all morning.

Adam grinned. Oh he was going to have fun with this.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adam x lucifer #shampoo AU

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hillarymarkenson · 8 months

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Unlock Silky Strands: The Ultimate Guide to Leave-In Conditioner Solutions

Do you often find yourself grappling with dry, unruly hair that refuses to cooperate, especially after washing? The culprit might be a lack of proper conditioning, a problem many face in their haircare routines. Fear not; the solution to this common woe lies in the transformative power of Leave-In Conditioner.

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Conclusion:

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stardust-swan · 3 months

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My current perfume layering routine:

(I'm going for light and sweet roses and vanilla for the summer, but with a slight exotic twist)

Wash with sandalwood soap (I leave it sit for a few minutes because sandalwood is good for your skin)

Wash again with Imperial Leather Rose Milk and Mallow shower gel

Massage Palmer's Cocoa Butter Oil into my body while it's still damp (it smells like soft vanilla)

Moisturise with Nivea Rose and Argan lotion

Apply rose oil on my pulse points

Then spray perfume on top of the rose oil. My current favourite is Fatima Pink by Zimaya, which is a really really close dupe of PDM Delina and lasts for ages (if you like Delina but don't want to pay €260 and don't mind using a dupe I'd def recommend this for €40, it's the same scent and longevity in a different bottle). It smells like sweet, light roses, a bit fruity, and to my nose it smells kinda like Turkish Delight.

I'm also:

Using Jurlique rose hand cream every time I wash my hands

Washing my hair a couple times a week with As I Am coconut cowash, shampoo, and leave in conditioner (they smell like coconut and Shea butter)

Oiling the ends of my hair daily with L'Oréal Elvive Extraordinary Oil (love the smell of this, and it also just glides on and softens the hair without looking greasy)

I also have been using honey peel masks, honey and almond sheet masks, oil pulling with coconut oil, applying Glossier birthday balm throughout the day and Klavuu rose lip treatment morning and night, massaging my scalp and hair with a mix of hot argan oil, black castor oil and jasmine oil once a week, and massaging argan oil into my face, lashes and brows at the end of my skincare routine (but nobody will be able to pick up on these scents except for me unless they're way too close lol)

Roses are in bloom at this time of year, and are classically feminine and elegant. Vanilla is also feminine and adds warmth and sweetness. Sandalwood is woody, exotic, and calming, while coconut is tropical, sweet and nutty, perfect for summer. Which is the vibe I want to evoke this summer - feminine, sweet, and summery, with some exotic allure.

#perfume

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Hiii, I recently discovered your blog and I am obsessed with your writing style! This is my first ask ever lol so hopefully I do it right. Can I request the reader doing small acts of service (ie. frequently baking sweets for him, gives him hand massages, and etc) for Sanji because our love cook is so attentive to everyone and I just want to pamper him sometimes! He deserves it.

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for the ask, I’m honored to be your first one! You did it perfectly :) I absolutely must plug my other one shot I just wrote, Made for Two, if you want some sweet Sanji fluffiness and haven’t read it yet!!! But here’s a sweet little head canon list for him

Characters: gn reader x Sanji

Cw: Just sweet sweet fluff

Total word count: 500

Pampering the Prince

First off, it’s HARD to pamper him. Sanji is the kind of guy who refuses any kind of acts of service because he doesn’t want you to inconvenience yourself.

Hand massages are a must (just like you said), but Sanji only lets you do it when he’s super super tired and when you're both in bed. Very very rarely, he’ll even lay on his stomach and let you massage his shoulders and back, allowing you to work the knots out of his tense muscles.

You love to put essential oils in the diffuser for your room. Lavender is his favorite, so you always put it in about an hour before you know he’s coming to bed so he can fall asleep easily.

When you know he has an early morning, you’ll get the coffee pot ready the night before so all he has to do is turn the switch on. He doesn’t drink coffee normally, but on the long days he’ll usually have a cup. You’ll get up with him in the morning and drink coffee with him just so you guys have a bit of quiet time to yourselves before he sends you back to bed while he starts the long day.

Whenever the Sunny is in port, Sanji is pretty focused on stocking up on food for the crew, so you always do the essential shopping for him. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste. You always throw in a new shirt or some sunglasses you think he’d like too. He’s really particular about his hair products, but you always get it right.

Sanji is definitely a quality time kind of guy as well, so the best thing you can do is just sit with him in the kitchen while he cooks. You talk about your life and offer up your hopes and dreams to him, and he listens every day, no matter how long you talk. He loves the sound of your voice, it’s like a melody to him.

You know how particular he is about his kitchen, so you don’t really cook alone in the kitchen, BUT you always ask to cook with him. Sometimes it's helping him cook dinner for everyone, but you both really like the times where you just make a small little dessert and then hide away in the kitchen, sharing it quietly without telling anyone what you’ve made.

You love to make little drawings for him and leave little notes around the kitchen for him. He’ll open the fridge to find “I love you!” on the milk carton. He’ll pull out a pan and find a sticky note that says “All blue? No, I’m all for you!” Just silly quirky notes that make him smile. He saves every single one that he finds.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x you #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x you #✧˚sanji✧˚

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kingofbodyrolls · 3 years

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BTS fic recs: 2021

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fics post 💜

Also, most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.

BTS fic rec index 💜

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯.

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💜Yoongi💜

⭐The Landlord 💯 by @ppersonna

// myg x f.reader // landlord!yoongi // 🥵😂

📝 your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. good thing your hot landlord, Yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

🗨️ HOT HOT HOT, fucking FIRE 🔥🔥🥵

💜Jimin💜

⭐No Strings [completed series] 💯 by @kpopfanfictrash

// pjm x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

⭐Him After All by @mercurygguk

// pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 A guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.

⭐Cherry Flavored 💯 by @ppersonna

// pjm x f.reader // office!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 When a secret admirer begins to leave messages and treats on your desk at work, your mind runs wild with 'who-dun-it’s. you’ll stop at nothing to determine the identity.

🗨️ This is just utterly sweet! 🥰

⭐Physical 💯 by @ppersonna

// pjm x f.reader // fitness instructor!jimin // 🥵🥰😂

📝 You can't seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

⭐Unicorn Ride 💯 by @missgeniality

// pjm x f.reader // s2? // 🥵

📝 Hunting men down at a club is inviting disappointment with open arms. But tonight, your body has been twisted, turned and bent on every possible surface, and you might be willing to reconsider.

🗨️ I need to take a shower now ‘kay byeeeee 🥵 The dialogue, the writing, WORDS, smut – I… I’m slightly speechless. THIS IS FUCKING GOLD! If you don’t read this gem of a fic, I don’t know what you are doing with your life but then you are missing out.

⭐Chem Miss by @kpopfanfictrash

// pjm x f.reader // university!au, TA!jimin // 🥵

📝 “You’re my TA. I’m in your class. I’m sure you don’t want to spend your Saturday night talking to me about biochem.”

💜Jungkook💜

⭐Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates 💯 by @ot7always

// jjk x f.reader // college!au, roommates!au // 🥰🥵

📝 What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

⭐Mind in the Gutter by @kpopfanfictrash

// jjk x f.reader // bowling!au, workplace!au, romcom, s2l // 🥵😂

📝 Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

⭐Banana Milk by @kimnjss

// jjk x f.reader // s2l // 🥵

📝 Sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle.

⭐A Date with Destiny by @missgeniality

// jjk x f.reader // idol!au, s2l // 🥵🥰😂

📝 You are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. He is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. Luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

⭐McD*ckin 💯 by @jinned

// jjk x f.reader // slice of life, fast food worker!jk, customer!reader, s2l // 🥵😂

📝 “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

🗨️ I’d like to order a McChicken please 🙋🏾‍♀️🥵💦 this was funny, and actually made me laugh like a freak at some points 🤣 also the second hand embarrassment 😳🙈 It really cheered me up. I really liked the ordering menu when reader arrived 🙈🤭 also the ending, which was unexpected for me, but I quite liked it because it wasn’t “super happy and lovey dovey” like most of the stories I read, but still open 😊

⭐Caught Me 💯 by @jeongi

// jjk x f.reader // roommate!au, e2l // 🥵😂

📝 You hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

🗨️ This is a fucking MASTERPIECE 💖 I love the banter and comedy, how JK gets on readers nerves 😂 I love absolutely every fucking thing about this and don’t get me started on the smut 🔥🔥 🔥

⭐Anpanman 💯 by @honeymoonjin

// jjk x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?

⭐By its Cover by @gimmesumsuga

// jjk x f.reader // 🥵

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AN: I am posting this in august 2023, but dating the post back to some time in 2021 😆

Borahae 💜

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