#spring morning skincare routine

[diamondsandpebbles]

UPDATED MORNING SKINCARE ROUTINE | YORA SKINCARE, MURAD, FRESH, THE INKEY LIST | byalicexo

in my latest video, i’m sharing my current hydrating morning skincare routine, featuring yora skincare.

i first discovered yora earlier this year when i was in tk maxx, and for the last couple of weeks, i’ve been using these products religiously. super hydrating, gentle on the skin and great for targeting signs of ageing, i love how seamlessly this brand has slotted into my daily skincare routine.

i hope you enjoy the video. don’t forget to like, comment, SUBSCRIBE (turn on your notifications) and share with your friends. and in the meantime, i’ll catch you in the next one!

[moonastro]

pick a picture⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙨 𝙥𝙩.2

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left to right(bottom)-> 3,4

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°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.

°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).

° This is a GENERAL reading, take what resonates and leave and pass on what does not!

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PILE 1-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have a significant-like a strong/muscley back or have problems with back pain--also the spine!!

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may regularly change hairstyle often, perhaps cut their hair a lot and dye their hair often. i see them leaning towards having red/blue/grey hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like sparkly thing, for example diamonds, glitter, glass and so forth. anything with sparkles on it intrigues them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may also be into star shaped jewellery, stars may be an interest of theirs.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may wear hats or like to wear hoods.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loves sleeping, is a deep sleeper.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer winter/ autumn more than summer/spring. prefer the cold weather in general. may constantly have a fan/air con on at all times despite the weather outside.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like cooking, preparing meals for others. are interested in learning new recipes.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like history, are fascinated about historic events and eras.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are most likely into skincare and haircare, have a designated routine that they do every day.

thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 2-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are definitely a high achiever, may have a lot of achievements academically speaking.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sensitive to sounds, sound is very important to them. For example, may like loud music blasting in their ears or are the opposite and hate loud sounds, like hating fireworks because of their loud sound.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have green eyes, blonde/red hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love children, would want a family for sure. has a soft spot for kids.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has multiple of ears piercing, may have other body piercings also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚hate being in tight spaces, are picky about clothes and overall personal space.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚very caring and nurturing. is the kind of person to anonymously do something to protect you without craving for the attention of recognition.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has some signature sitting position/habit that they have when sitting down. may cross their legs or bend one leg and so forth.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love warm weather, especially watching the sunrise- are perhaps a morning person as well.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love movies, might have a comfort movie that they watch over and over again.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have longer than average legs.

thanks for reading!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 3-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loveee music, may make/create/produce music themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer gold jewellery or may have/own a lot of gold accessories.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be lactose intolerant or just hate diary, cheese-- may be vegan/vegetarian or follow some sort of a diet.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like dark themes, clothes, style, music, aesthetic etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚weird way to explain it but may hate how time goes fast, may be afraid of aging or growing up. even may be afraid of death also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚they don't get bored easily, can sit still doing nothing for hours on end.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a very hypnotic/sweet/classy voice. i feel like their voice makes people melt ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keeps to themselves most of the time, and i don't mean that in a shy matter but in a energy reserved way- they just would much rather have/prefer their own company. or aren't bothered by being alone.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚might not celebrate their birthday. or may think that there is no need to.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love thinking about the higher cosmos and the outer worldly possibilities.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may not drink enough water/don't like water/forget to drink water.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚prefer to stay silent than to express what they think.

hope you enjoyed this reading PILE 3!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 4-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sly with things, almost like hypnotic. their actions are so hypnotising that you cant say no to them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a soft spot for old things, may like to go thrifting, collect lost things, love getting generational stuff passed down to them etc etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚definitely go with he flow, they may not think much of their future and are too busy thinking about the present moment.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like to try new things, may like to go along with the current trends on the internet and social media. may like to make social media content also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚think about others before themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be from a hot country-may be racially mixed.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are very loyal.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keep very good secrets. i feel like they are the friend who is always getting the tea☕🍵😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are good with little details, are always confronted with "how do you know that" or "how do you remember that??". because they surprise people of how good they remember the tiniest of details of a situation or person.

thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoyed PILE 4!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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[koostarcandy]

remedy

summary: "i think, just think, if you stay here, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: jeon jungkook rotting my brain fluff

wc: 875 words (tiny baby)

a/n: lmao look who's back because she fell asleep on jungkook's live (like literally my phone was on my face) also for this story's sake, this took place in the dark of morning and not the dawn :] also, also, there's a spoiler for the pale horse by agatha christie in here :P happy 10 years everybody! here's to more ♡

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"how was the book, my love?"

you trip over the soft rug placed infront of the bathroom door, startled that your boyfriend's still awake at 3:33 a.m. you figured he would fall asleep after watching spiderverse reels and coming up with tons of theories about the final movie of the trilogy. jungkook lies on your side of the bed, fluffy mop of dark hair covering his tired eyes. you take your time with your skincare routine, describing the agatha christie you've been reading for the past 2 and a half hours, knowing it was gonna be a long night anyway.

"it was thallium poisoning, koo, not witchcraft. i never knew your hair could fall out in clumps because of that." you gently massage the serum into your face, looking around from the mirror to jungkook's gaze on you, slight smile playing on his pierced lips.

"did you put this before heading to bed, koo?" he moves his head absentmindedly, eyes darting from the small bottle in your hand to your face back again. you take it as a yes, meticulously placing the bottle in its designated place. you all but rush to bed, sneaking under the covers to his side of the bed.

your beloved shifts from lying to his side to on his tummy, chin placed on his special neck pillow, cheeks getting squished from his hands holding up his head. you scoot closer to him, brushing the bangs away from his face. you finally catch the stars in his eyes, nose scrunching in delight at the impromptu head massage.

"what's on your mind, baby?" you mumble into his hair, when he finds his way to your chest, arms immediately wrapping around you tightly in the softest way possible. "dunno," you feel his shoulders go up and down when shrugs, "there's always something up there now, you know?" he practically buries his face in your neck, placing a chaste kiss here and there. his fingers trace their way all the way from your hipbone to your shoulder, fidgeting with the thin silver necklace holding the delicate pendant he had given you on your birthday.

"wanna sleep and at the same, i don't wanna," he pouts, moving away from you ever so slightly to look up at you. "and why is that?" you ask curiously, smiling at him shivering at the touch of your cold fingers at the back of his neck. jungkook gazes at your eyes boring into him like warm rays of sunshine after a sudden spring shower. your moon-like eyes turns into pretty crescents when the silence gets comfortable, your bodies blending into one for warmth, despite the sultry heat outside. jungkook flings his leg over you, practically intertwined with you like vines on a lamp-post. its like his mind has come to a standstill, in a good way. the million thoughts running in his head has suddenly ceased, all because of your firm yet tender hands on him, one playing with his hair absentmindedly and the other tracing hearts on the upper part of his tattoo sleeve.

jungkook knows, despite not answering your question, you see right through his silence. he has wondered and pondered, over countless nights and self made whiskey cocktails, what exactly plagues his mind to avoid him catching up on some shut eye. he is no stranger to insomnia, often finding himself with new hobbies to while away the time till he finally gets sleepy. he boxed, karaoke-d, cooked his way through it all, that is until, he found you.

his own personal remedy, in the form of the most emotive, sometimes amorous love. nights spent with you is new everyday, no matter the place or time. you both could be on the couch, tummies full and hearts content at 9:45 p.m and jungkook would find himself asleep within seconds, something he could rarely achieve by himself. your lingering touches are something he thought he could only dream of, often waking up to you rolled over to the other side of the bed, grumbling to himself about your adventurous sleeping habits, wondering why you could never stay in one place, knowing he's subject to your teases about the same everyday. he gently pulls you to him anyway, spooning you until he finds the warmth he was searching helplessly for so long in his dream-like state.

"i can only sleep well when you're here with me," he confesses, a whisper into the dark space you both fondly call home. you catch his doe eyes on you, the night lights from outside never failing to enhance the galaxies you wake up to and sleep to everyday. jungkook clasps the back of your shirt in his hand, a subtle sign that he's succumbing to sleep's heavy hold.

"i think, just think, if you, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

your hand immediately resumes it's precious job, chuckling slightly at his quiet request of a head massage. his eyelashes flutter when his eyelids betray his mind, wanting one last look at you before he sees you again. before you know it, he's snoring away to dreamland in your arms, where you trust you'll meet him soon.

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[coqxettee]

Coquette night routine:

My current Spring night routine: 🌸🍵🌙

Once I get in from being out for the day/doing work I usually get changed into some comfy clothes, and light a candle for a relaxing evening ahead. The sky is still so light outside, (I can’t wait for summer) so I have a lovely evening ahead of me ♡

I tidy my room and make sure everything is clean and put away. I usually open my bedroom window too, to air it (if I haven’t done so already in the day) and to get some of the Spring fresh air before I settle down for the evening. I spray my room with a floral room spritz too ♡

I usually read or journal on my bed until I’m called for dinner. I love reading fairytales in late spring and anything light-hearted/romantic ♡

For dinner I have been having light meals. We’re coming up to summer and the weather has been rather warm recently so something light is perfect. Either soup or salad, and usually before or after dinner I have some cold fruit too ♡

Once I’ve eaten I will watch a comfort film. The Harry Potter series has been added to my countries Netflix recently so I have been watching them every evening. Sometimes I have a light, sweet snack whilst watching too. But I never eat more than 3 hours before bed usually ♡

I make some hot lemon tea and go back into my room to watch a comfort episode of something. I love the Beatrix Potter/Peter rabbit episodes you can watch online for free. They are so comforting, beautiful and radiate such coquette, cottagecore vibes. Perfect for this time of year ♡

Usually I play a wind-down video game. Either Animal crossing or Minecraft. I associate both of these games with Spring because they are light-hearted and allow me to be creative of an evening ♡

Once I’ve let my food digest for a couple of hours or so, I get my yoga mat out and begin stretching for the evening. I try and do Pilates/yoga or a K-pop dance routine everyday and a stretching routine. (Apart from setting my alarm) I also don’t go on my phone from this point onwards, so there are no screens/blue lights before bed ♡

Shower time. I usually shower quite late before bed and every morning too. I just like the way it makes me feel more fresh but obviously not everyone likes doing this so don’t feel you have to! I use my marshmallow shower gel, coconut body cream or my cherry-blossom body cream too. I love washing the day off ♡

Then I take off my days makeup and do my skincare whilst usually watching Vogue beauty secrets. It’s such a comforting thing to watch when your taking off/putting on your makeup. I also spray myself with a lavender body mist to help me sleep, and of course I brush my teeth ♡

I then get changed into a nightgown or some cotton/airy pyjamas. I don’t like to wear anything too constricting in Spring, which is why I love vintage nightwear. Or I wear my Brandy Melville, heart lace pyjamas ♡

I brush my hair through thoroughly whilst listening to classical music, and tie it up either with a ribbon or hair tie so it doesn’t mess up when I sleep ♡

I pick out my outfit for the next day the night before and lay it out on my vanity so I know what I’m wearing the following morning ♡

I turn my electric blanket on if it is a little chilly that night and say goodnight to my parents. I switch my fairy lights on and get into bed ♡

I either listen to relaxing “Lana Del Rey” songs or nursery rhymes ♡

I usually journal about my day to reflect on everything that has happened and I write my to-do list for the following day ♡

I read every night for half an hour or more. Usually it’s a fairytale so my head is filled with magic before I sleep ♡

Before I sleep I play rain music or rainforest sounds, or I choose a subliminal to listen to overnight from my library, and I spray my pillow with “Lavender pillow mist” or I use a sleep oil to help me get to sleep ♡

If I haven’t done it already, I set my alarm for 7AM, to ensure I have a productive morning the next morning. I make sure to get at least 8-10 hours of sleep. I love waking up early and listening to the bird song, especially now since the Sunrise is at 4am ♡

I count sheep & swans and like to imagine fantasy lands in my head before I sleep, and hope to be transported there in my dreams, before I finally drift off to the land of Z z z ♡

[nanamimizz]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

warnings: 18+ minors dni, fingering, nipple sucking, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex, size kink, big cock toji, fem reader, sub reader, toji is kinda soft in this but still a tease, cervix fucking (1 mention) clit smacking (1 mention) dacryphilia,,,,let me know if i missed anything. 3.7k words

sum: Be like the love that discovered the sin, that freed the first man, would do so again, and lover be good to me. 

You’re so sweet to him - gentle and doting. He remembers the time he came home, covered in sweat and some bloodstains on his knuckles. You just sighed and shook your head - you took him to the bathroom and took care of the scrapes on his skin, pressed a kiss to the scabbed skin, and mumbled to be more careful. You wash his clothes, even if it’s to steal his shirts that are too big for your compared smaller frame to his. You make his - your bed when he comes back from errands, make his favorite on Saturday movie nights.

He remembers the time you made him a sweater for his birthday, a cold December evening, and he remembers going to the bathroom while you slept, tears dripping from his eyes into the yarn that smelled like you. Of you, of vanilla and cashmere and oak.

You were too good for him, the truth of the statement feels natural like the cycle of the sun and the moon.

He could see it in every motion, in every smile you gave him. He was a shitty man, with a foul temper, who spent his life chasing a grudge born and festered in his childhood.

Your gentleness soothes him, he thinks. Makes him calmer and tempered. Gentle even. It scares him how much you change him, mold him and tame him into this soft and dotted and coddled boyfriend who holds your hand till you get to the bottom step of the stairs to make sure you don’t fall and hurt yourself. The other part of him feels seen by your unconditional love, the small shadow that hides at the corners of his outer persona - the desire to be seen by another pair of eyes that aren’t the green of his own.

The conflict makes him grumpy. Makes him frown at how you awake the two innermost sides of himself all by giving him a smile and a kiss on the cheek when he has morning breath and a bird’s nest for hair. He hears you huff a laugh at the grunt he gives, and he thinks about how he wants to squish your cheeks together in one big palm til you get teary-eyed, and give him a muffled whine to let you go.  

 It’s a Saturday night - movie night aforementioned and Toji is barely paying attention to the movie, which he feels kinda bad about really. It’s a favorite one from your childhood you told him as you changed into your pajamas for the night, one you watched when you were weepy and sad from being sick. He feels his eyes trailing your figure, you’re wearing these tiny black shorts - he can see the bit of your ass peek from underneath and this little cropped shirt. It’s warmer now, spring seeping in early than previously.  You’re talking, going on about childhood memories and he’s staring at every one of your movements, the way your chest expands and your shoulders slope, and how the flesh of your thighs squish against each other as you sit next to him.

“Sit on me,” he mumbles, bumping his head to yours - cutting you off mid-sentence as you laugh at how much of a cat he is like. You tease him, calling him your big baby which he grunts at but you climb into his lap all the same - you kiss his cheek and coo at him - “Is this better, my baby?” Toji rolls his eyes and presses close, kissing your neck and grumbling as you laugh. Even the way you tease is soft, you poke at his cheek and grin at him, call him an assortment of pet names that an earlier version of him would scoff and laugh at, but the present him only bears it and tries to keep the pink of his cheeks at bay.

You look cute like this, he thinks. Your skin is shiny from your skincare routine he watches you do every night from his seat on the toilet cover, lips tainted a reddish-pink from your cherry-scented lip balm, and eyes warm from your happiness. Your form is dwarfed by him - his height and build make you feel smaller than anyone has ever before. He blinks and takes you in as you keep prattling on about something or another. He hears you laugh and he blinks from his trance,

“Are you having fun there handsome?” You tease him and he grunts, realizing you’ve been staring at him staring at you and he burrows his face in your neck feeling your shoulders shake as you giggle at him.

“Quit laughin’ at me, I’ll push you off.” He grumbles, gripping your hips with his hands as if to take you off his lap. You squirm and whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and pleading not to.

“Noooo I was just teasing!” You pout and you giggle softly at the way his lips start to quirk up. You feel his right hand come up to your face and he squishes your cheeks together, his left-hand stays at your hips, thumb rubbing at the sliver of skin between your shirt and shorts.

“Keeping laughin’ at me ‘n I’ll give ya something to pout about.” He laughs out a breathy, entertained huff at the ends of his words making your face warm. You blink once, then twice, and then you make that face that makes Toji laugh. Your eyes get wide and you bite your bottom lip that trembles and you can’t hold eye contact.

“Are you trying to fuck me?” You ask, eyes narrowed but your tone is timid. He huffs in amusement again - making you feel shy is his favorite pastime and Toji likes how most often than not you are still shy when presented with the simple fact that Toji likes you enough to want to ram his cock in you. More than even he would like to admit it to your face.

“Took you long enough. Was beginnin’ to think you got even denser than when we first met.” He teases you and he grins, teeth sharp and a bit hungry at the memory of the night you both met - a club with you dressed in a tight black get up and looking alone without your friends, how you blinked doe-eyed and demure when he made you the offer of stepping out.

Morning came with cum stained thighs and wrapped up in a tall, dark, and handsome stranger’s bedsheets. He remembers that morning clearly as morning rain. You blinked up at him while he offered you the choice of staying or calling a cab. With a timid look on your face, you gave him your answer - you stayed and he laughed at how you stumbled out of bed and joined him for breakfast.  He wonders if you know how endeared you are to him. How much he loves you - loved you since that morning, when you scrunch your nose at his charred eggs and burnt toast. He stares at you fondly now, in the present moment as you puff and hide your face into his shoulder.

He laughs at your frustrated whine as your let out a small “hmmph!” into his form and he coos at you. His hands rub at your exposed skin, your rump, and your hips. Big, hardened hands covered in calluses and scars and crooked fingers digging into the giving, plushness of your form and he grins at you. He likes that you’re quiet and shy when he gives you this kind of attention - the tremble in your lips and the way your gaze goes downward means you are a tad uncomfortable as you are flattered by it,

“You’re fucking cute ya know that? S’what makes me want to fuck you.” He tells you, voice dark and sinful, and he watches with lidded, entertained as you squirm in his lap. He hisses when the swell of your mound meets and sits on the stiffness of his sweats - you think if you got up you’d see the print of it, heavy with length and girth that takes you time to prepare for it. Even now despite all the experience you’ve had with it, it always feels like it’s the first time.

Toji knows that too, and he likes that. He likes that he’s too big, too much for you and that little oasis in between your legs. He likes how it feels to go through the process - the action of making you cum twice on his fingers, then on his tongue, and then on his cock, until he has his pleasure and you’re teary-eyed and dumb for him. He likes how you clutch at him - a lifeline in the ocean of pleasure he drowns you in, pushing your head under the rocking waters but somehow your lungs fill with more air than salty seawater.

You have no reason to be as adorable as you are now, he can hear your pants for breath and whines tugging to be let out of your lips as he drags your hips over his. He can feel you soak the seam of your shorts, Toji is a gambling man through and through and he’d give good money to bet you're dripping and blood is going to that cute little clit of yours that always pulses for him - begging for his fingers and tongue just as much as you do through bated breath and flushed cheeks.

“T-toji, please..take em’ off.” You murmur him, mirroring him as you nudge at his chin with the crown of your head, lips in a pout and shuddering when you hear his rumbling laugh. Toji is kind to you, gentle in some ways but he is nowhere near nice, especially in bed. Begging and pleading does it for him, always has, and always will. The sweetness in your unsure, flustered voice makes his dick twitch and your weak, defeated tone makes his balls swell in his baggy pants that somehow never really hid the print of his cock from prying eyes. 

“Yeah? Should I? That’s all ya want sweetheart - just for me to strip ya? Nah,” He mimics you, tone light and teasing, snark dancing at the edge of your plea like a ballet dancer. Your face feels hot and your head spins as you shake at his words. You can hear him in your ear as a big finger hooks into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down, your panties half sliding down with them till the hem gets stuck at the fat of your thigh.

“You want more huh? Greedy girl, always wanting  more n always ready to beg for it too - you’ve got no pride when it comes to me don’t you.”

 He says it like a question but you know he means it like an observation - he’s correct of course, you would abandon everything for the demon of Toji. If only you knew he’d do the same and more for you - which is why he slips his fingers, big and thick past the sticky gusset of your panties and brushes past the petals of your cunt to meet your clit. You twitch and gasp - high and sweet like birdsong and he grins, scar stretching across his lips as he takes in the first crumbling of your demure resolve to show the wanton whore inside you. 

He keeps his fingers there, the rough and sturdy pads of his fingers make your hips jut out and roll, chasing the trail of a pleasure shaped in a white rabbit dressed in coattails and the sticky tapping of your slick against his fingers is the ticking of his clock. You sigh his name again when his fingers slide past your clit and follow the seam of your folds. Your head goes down the slope of the invisible thread of motion that pulls you closer to Toji - the earth tugs the moon close as effortlessly as Toji does. Your head rests in between his neck and jaw and you dig your fingers into the material of his shirt as not one but two fingers press against your fluttering hole.

He’s impatient.

 You realize as the brain-numbing sting of his fingers push inside you - tentatively and slowly, you gasp and whine into his neck, drool beginning to gather and drip out the corner of your lips. He shushes you and chuckles at the defeated slump in your shoulders, he presses you closer to his lap, your breasts flush against his and he grins at your loss and his victory.

Grunting at the incessant clutching of your walls you hear him chide you - “This cunt’s so fuckin’ tight, don’t I fuck you enough to loosen you up?” You feel him curl his fingers deep inside you, they fit in snugly and you win when he presses the tips of his pads against the spongy part hidden in the walls. You cry, your shoulders shake and your thighs tremble; you half hate, half love your sensitivity as Toji’s voice leers over your shoulder - “Found something, didn’t I?”

You nod your head, eyes scrunched up and watery as he keeps the pace; curling, pumping, fucking you to pieces and you almost cry at how your cunt only gives you the weakest of pulses to signal that you’re frayed rope is on it’s last, dwindling thread until it snaps and your body locks up and your hips twitch as your walls suck, milking at Toji’s fingers for cum they can’t produce.

Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, your jaw feels limp at how he keeps his fingers in you, pushing you back a bit so he can see the look on your face when he keeps fucking your sopping cunt open. Your brows scrunched and your mouth twists as you jump when his retreating fingers brush past your clit. You breathe his name - “Toji, please.” and you’re too blinded by your teary eyes you fail to see how he flushes by how reverently you call his name.

He takes your hips in his hands, you faintly register your slickness on his fingers when your back touches the plushness of your shared bed. 

“I got ya sweetheart - I’ll give ya what you want.” He mumbled from above you, his mass being the only thing you can see, feel or smell; the scent of your cunt and sweat and his natural musk sticks to him and you wonder how lucky you are to have him. You reach out and tug at your shirt, the soft material pulled under the swell of your tits and you reach out for his face. Toji, who nuzzles and kisses your palm laughs - rough and cracked at how you’ve served yourself on a platter for him.

His hand comes to one of your tits and squeezes, fingers digging into your malleable flesh, and laughs at your squeak. His thumb rubs at your hardened nipple (you did always run cold) He bends his head down and presses a kiss to the hardened pebble, teasing you with the slightest bit of tongue. When you gasp and arch your back he lets his lips surround your teet and suck, hard. 

Gasping, your arms shoot around his head and press your chest out further, groaning at how he presses his weight further down on you and lets his tongue trace, flick at your sensitive nipple before letting go - strings of spit following his grinning mouth. You look wrecked, jaw lax and drool at the corner of your lips and eyes foggy with pleasure - your tits and cunt shine in the low light in the room, and when he asks if you want him to fuck you no, he grins like a wolf at your hurried nod. Blinking out of your stupor you sniffle a little pathetically and you tug him closer by the waistband of his pants - he coos at your neediness, clearly the buzz from cumming did nothing but work you up, you really are nothing but his greedy girl.

His sweats are pulled down and you gasp at how heavy his cock is, as it bobs and droops down on it’s own, Subconsciously you press your legs together, your thighs sticky with slick as your cunt pulses at that going inside you. Toji grins, the gasp and look on your face each time you see his 8 inches hard makes his back stand a little straighter as he looms over you. Big hands go to your thighs and part them, spreading them up and away from the other till your knees brush against your tits. You gulp at this position, you know it all too well, you know how much Toji loves it and how deeply it lets him go - it lets him hit.

“C’mon baby whatcha lookin’ all scared for? You’ve seen it before, yeah? Told me you love my cock even,” He coos, grabbing his cock with one hand, fingers barely managing to touch when wrapped around the circumference of his girth.You moan when he draws near, a globe of pre drips on your puffy clit. His head nudges your cunt, the suckling hole of your cunt flutters as he presses it closer, strong arms keeping himself upright by gripping on the backs of your thighs - sore spots in the same shape of his fingers will pulse and throb as evidence from how Toji fucks the one he loves.

He can faintly see the indents of his nails in your flesh when he pushes forwards and grunt through clenched teeth at how your walls struggle to take the mushroom head of his cock - out of desperation and in tune with your pained gasp of his name he spits - the clear, tacky substance drips down your folds to the spear of his cock and grants him another inch. Your thighs quake in his grip and feel them twitch from the sting your poor cunt leaks for.

“Toji, toji - nngh, it’s big -” you pause your babbling as you hiccup, chest going up and down as tears gather in your delicate waterline, you throw your head back in defeat and squirm against him, “ Why are you so big?” You half ask half squeal, sobs racking through your chest to your stomach as the last inch of Toji’s monster of a cock presses flush to the buzzing lips of your cunt.

Balls to your ass he pulls back only to surge forward, the pat, pat, pat of your slicked and hot thighs meeting the swell of his balls fills the room, as Toji grunts from the tight, hot, sopping heat of your cunt suckles around his cock - begging to be filled. He tears his gaze from how your too small cunt takes his too big cock to your face only to find you’ve covered your face with your hands, lips curl back to a snarl he almost growls at you,

“Take your fuckin’ hands off.” It's a threat, one hand lets go of your thigh and taps at your clit - it makes you jump and shift and you sob at how it lets his cock go in deeper, bumping against the wall of your cervix. Your hands are curled at your chest as your mouth is left hanging and you sob when he barks at you - “Cover up again n I’ll use ya like damn sleeve n leave you here, got it?” You can see the veins in his neck and you nod, hands coming to the backs of your knees, holding up one and the other resting above Toji’s own.

He blinks away sweat in his eyes and nods, gaze going back to your cunt, “Good girl,” He licks the thumb of his free hand and takes it back to your clit - strums at it and keeps his pace even as you squeal - teetering on going over the edge, the sea of pleasure once again laps at your ankles, caressing your skin; asking to bring you under.

You say yes. You always say yes with hearts in your eyes and your thighs spread.

“Toji- Toji, baby m cumming, m gonna cum!” Your cry, voice rocky and shrill as you sob through your climax and your hand that rests on his clutches the knuckles of his hand, fingers breaking skin in red lines. He grunts and rolls out a rough, deep, “Fuck..” as he feels your release drip to his balls and down the fat of your ass. He nods and picks up the pace - focusing on his pleasure, he bites down on his tongue as you squeak and cry at his fast and deep thrusts. Your bedsheets are a mess - when Toji cums, he spills the white of his cum into your puffy cunt only for it to drip out the seams, landing on your soft white sheets. 

Toji lets your thighs drop to his waist and he lets you pull him closer. He gently scoops you from under him, so he rests on his back and you lay on top of him - sweaty and covered from tears to drool. He lets himself rest, hand on top of your head soothing your hair as you press soft kisses to his chest in between your shakiness and sniffles.

He hums at your affirmations, letting you melt into his skin as soft - “I love you”s fall from your bitten lips. He repeats them back to you, eyes dropping from the come down till you murmur that you need to get clean. He blinks at you like a cat before smiling and nodding.

“Five minutes though, just like having ya to myself like this.” He mutters, you can see the lines below his eyes, and you smile fondly. Nodding you press another kiss to his chest before scooting off and rolling to his side.

“I love you.” You say, and you mean it. You mean it as much as your thighs burn and your body aches. He looks at you and takes you in before he nods, bringing one big arm around to hold you close.

“Love ya too. '' he means it, even though it's hard for him to admit you take it with a smile and a nuzzle to his chin. You really are too good for him, no one sticks to him like you do, but maybe, if a good person likes you chooses him that must be in someway he really is good too.

[goldengleams]

adam fantilli level 1000 clinger

“Fantilli, I have to go to class!” You groaned, trying to shove the boy off of you. He barely moved, only nestling his head further into your neck. You were both huddled under his comforter, trying to stay warm.

“No, stay here,” Adam said, his morning voice on full display. His brother, Luca, had already gotten up to go to his early class, so it was only the two of you in the small dorm room. Your room was a little bigger since you were a sophomore, but you somehow always ended up in Adam’s shared room.

“Adam,” you warned. Finally, Adam lifted his head a little to look you in the eyes. Whenever you said his first name, he knew you were serious.

“I love you, but I have to go to class,” you repeated and he shifted off of you so that you could climb out of his bed.

“Lunch today?” Adam asked, but he knew he didn’t have to. You both always went to your morning classes on Thursdays and met up for lunch, sometimes with his brother and other members of the Michigan hockey team.

You nodded, giving him a quick peck before you got ready for the day. Adam propped himself up in bed so he could watch you get ready, something he always did. He watched you in awe as you went through your morning routine. It had become pretty standard to sleep over on Wednesday nights after Adam had asked you to a month ago, so you had started bringing over clothes and your skincare.

You said goodbye to Adam before walking out and heading to your class, thinking about him on the way. Ever since you and Adam Fantilli had started dating, it felt like you were rarely apart. Prior to Adam, you had dated someone on the football team and practically swore off athletes after the way he had treated you. Adam was also younger than you, so he completely surprised you when he swept you off your feet. His bright eyes and even brighter smile had made every day better. After a semester long group project in the class you were in, he had finally asked you out, and you hadn’t looked back ever since.

Adam was the nicest guy you had ever met, and you didn’t just say that because he was your boyfriend. He always went out of his way to be there for you and support you as much as he could with his busy schedule.

Recently, Adam had expressed the idea of declaring for the NHL Early Entry Draft coming up in the Spring. You remembered feeling excited for him, but once he explained what would probably happen, you felt the air change. While you weren’t dwelling on the very real and very near future, you knew Adam was. The boy had become quite clingy in the past few weeks, and you were starting to get a little annoyed.

“She is still alive!” Your roommate, Jade, said when you sat down next to her in your marketing class. Your roommate had complained about your lack of girls’ nights, saying that all you did was spend time with Adam.

“You are so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, pulling out your laptop.

“Y/N, I’ve barely seen you in a whole week! That hockey player has you tied down, girl,” she sassed back. “Can you please come home and sleep with me tonight? I’m getting lonely.”

You laughed, knowing your roommate hated the dark. She loved when you two talked at night and went over your days. “Yes, I’ll come back tonight. I was only over at Adam’s because he asked me to.”

She only hummed in response as the lecture began. While you tried to take notes, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

Last week, when you went over to the hockey house with Adam and his teammates, he had been a little overly touchy. You both didn’t mind PDA, but after a few drinks, Adam definitely couldn’t comprehend personal space.

“Babe, baby,” Adam had whined, clinging to your arm as you tried to go dance.

“Fantilli, let me go,” you chuckled. You had decided to take it easy, only having one drink so you could keep anyone else on their feet. Adam had not done the same.

“Stay here,” he pleaded. “Me and Luke are so much fun, so much fun, babe.”

Adam wrapped both arms around you then, trying to keep you standing with him in the kitchen. He wasn’t a jealous guy and he never cared who you were friends with, but something about letting you go off into the hockey house without him made him agitated.

“I bet, but I’m going to dance with Emma. I’ll be back soon,” you had kissed him and left, missing the looks that the boys at the kitchen counter were sharing.

And maybe last month, when you had a big test to study for, you let his clinginess get in the way of your success.

Adam knew you had to study, but he had begged you to let him come over to watch the newest episode of your favorite show. You had given in but told him he needed to leave after it was over.

“Y’know, if Jade’s not here, we could do whatever we want,” Adam had tried to convince you.

“Babe, I can’t,” you groaned. “This assignment is worth a big percentage of the final project.”

Adam, always a fan of procrastination, had practically begged you to let him stay with the promise that he would be quiet so you could study. You had tried to deflect his pleas, but after the fourth one, you gave in, letting him kiss you and pull your attention from your assignment. Long story short, Adam wasn’t quiet and you didn’t really study. A long night of cuddling and fun led to a bad grade for you.

Your next class passed by with the same thoughts swimming in your head. Soon enough, you were walking towards the student union to meet Adam and his teammates for lunch.

He wasn’t there when you arrived, but Luca and Rutger were sitting there already. You waved to them and walked over to sit next to them.

“I’m surprised to see you without your other half,” Rutger joked. You pulled out your phone to place your order, but couldn’t stop your thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you two are usually sucking face whenever possible,” Rutger said, laughing like he had said the funniest joke. “Adam is fucking whipped, Y/N, like you know when he-”

“He just means you and Adam are usually together, Y/N,” Luca cut in, giving you a reprieve from Rutger’s energy.

“Luca, we didn’t even have class together, I’m not always with Adam,” you laughed, a little uneasy. You and Adam weren’t always together. At least, you didn’t think so.

“Look, I love my little brother, but he can be a little…attached,” Luca said, trying to make you understand as he gestured in the air with his hands.

“Attached?”

“Like, 1,000 level clinger attached,” Luca admitted. “He had this stuffed animal he got as a baby and I swear he didn’t put that thing down for like, six years, Y/N.”

You let your head fall against the back of the tall booth behind you. Rutger had stopped caring about the conversation, airpods in his ears, but Luca was staring at you.

“I mean, maybe he’s not being that way with you, I don’t know, but he told me he felt like you were pulling away and I told him it was probably because he wasn’t giving you any space. I felt like I could see it on your face when Rutger opened his mouth, fucking idiot,” Luca laughed softly. Even though he hadn’t known you very long, you felt like he could always tell where you were at emotionally.

You sighed, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “Is he gonna be mad if I say something?”

“No,” Luca assured, shaking his head. “He falls really hard, really fast. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.”

“Maybe,” you said. “He told me about the draft, so it’s probably because of that.”

“He’d rather know than not, I promise, Y/N,” Luca said, and to the side, you could see Adam walking up with Rutger’s sister.

Luca gave you a little nod and thumbs up which made you feel a little more confident in talking to Adam later.

True to your word, you slept in your own dorm bed that night. Jade was thrilled, and you two had a little girls’ night since your only Thursday class was in the afternoon.

You woke up alone as Jade had an earlier class. You turned your phone on and it dinged as soon as it fully awoke.

From: fantilli 💓

Do u wanna stay over tn? Luca’s out

You smiled a little, knowing Luca had probably done so for your sake. You quickly typed back your answer.

To: fantilli 💓

Sure, can’t wait!

I’ll bring chipotle 🌯

Adam gave your message a thumbs up and you went about your day, trying not to think about the conversation you would have that night. You had already told Adam that you weren’t worried about how your lives would change in the coming months, but you didn’t know how he was handling it all. It seemed like he was handling it by refusing to let anything close go.

Once you finished your day and got the two of you dinner, you drove back to campus to go over to Adam’s dorm room. You couldn’t find the words that you wanted to say to him. You knocked softly on the door to Adam’s room, assuming he was inside.

“Fantilli? It’s me,” you called. Quickly enough, Adam opened his door and a smile spread across his face. He pulled you into a hug and gave you a quick kiss.

His smile was infectious and soon you were smiling, too. The cold that you felt escaped your body and you could only see and feel his content warmth.

“Hey babe! Oh, it smells so good.”

He took the bag of food from your arms and you carefully set your backpack down. Luca’s side of the room was all cleaned and you sent a silent thank you to him from across campus.

“No Luca tonight?” You questioned, taking a seat at his desk.

“No, he’s over at Molly’s for the night,” he said absentmindedly, setting up your food so you two could eat.

“Molly McG?” You asked.

Adam gave you a distracted hum in response. “Yeah, they’ve had a thing for a while. We knew them before we came here, so.”

You rolled your eyes, everyone seemed to know everyone in the hockey world. The idea that everyone would soon know Adam made you nervous.

He handed you your food and patted the spot next to him on his bed, motioning for you to come sit next to him. He seemed completely at ease, not knowing the inner dialogue you were dealing with.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching a repeat on his laptop, before you paused the show to capture his attention.

“Oh, did you want to watch something else?” Adam asked innocently. You shook your head, already feeling bad for making things awkward.

“No, Adam,” you said quietly. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Adam slowly put his fork down and turned to look at you. His blue eyes were wide as he anticipated what you would say next.

“It’s nothing bad, I swear,” you assured. “I just wanted to check in with you.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” he said nervously, abandoning his food completely. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Are you okay? With everything coming up in the near future, I mean,” you trailed off. You didn’t need to spell it out for him, he knew what you meant.

Adam had a really good chance at being drafted within the top 10, maybe even top 5, news outlets were saying. You had read them all, of course. Whenever your mind drifted to Adam and you, you went online to see what the reality of his future would be.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, averting his eyes. It was one of his nervous tells and you knew it.

“Adam,” you moved closer to him so you could cup his face in your hands. “You can tell me anything.”

“You can’t understand it, Y/N. I can’t even understand it all,” he chuckled. “I’ve been dreaming of getting drafted and playing professional hockey since I was a little kid, it’s almost like there’s nothing left after it.”

A still silence fell between the two of you.

“It means I’m leaving everything I’ve ever known, Y/N,” he mumbled. “I’m scared.”

Those words broke your heart. Adam dropped his head to your shoulder and you could feel the fabric start to stick to your skin from dampness. You let him fall into you, trying to comfort him the best that you could. You thought of all of the times that Adam had been there for you, letting you rant to him whenever you needed it. Adam expressed his emotions different from you, bottling everything up and clinging for dear life.

“It’s gonna be the time of your life, Adam,” you assured, wiping his tears. “And everyone here will be cheering you on, babe, I know it.”

Adam gave you a watery smile and you swore your heart could’ve melted right then and there.

“And I want to stay together, if that’s what you want, too,” you said. Adam nodded rapidly before peppering kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry for being so clingy, I just wasn’t sure how much time we had left,” Adam admitted in between kisses. “Luca gave me some relationship advice.”

You both laughed at that, glad Luca was playing both sides to help you out.

“It’s okay Fantilli, you can be my 1,000 level clinger any day,” you giggled.

The rest of the night, you and Adam cuddled and watched your favorite comfort movies. He knew you’d always be there for him, and you knew he’d always be there, maybe even attached at your hip.

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Finally had 5 minutes since being back at college to post this, hope you like it!!! More requests will be done soon, trust 🤞🏽

[luminnara]

Maneater | Billy Hargrove x demon!reader NSFW (18+ ONLY)

There’s a new girl in town…and she’s got a killer beauty routine.

AKA Billy x Jennifer’s Body style reader

Requests and commissions are open! 

@smenny @infinitelyforgotten @littlewinter1917 @djiafjaidjcj

Warnings: violence, cannibalism (sorta? Reader is a demon so technically not?) eating people lol, sexual talk, flirtin, smut

(I tried really hard to find a cropped version of this gif but I couldn’t 😩)

You always felt your best after a good night’s beauty sleep, your usual skincare routine, and devouring a boy or two. Sure, it was a little unorthodox, and it was the result of a virgin sacrifice gone wrong (seriously, how did those creepy band dudes think you were a virgin? Ouch), but it was your thing now, and you were totally owning it.

The best part? You wouldn’t have any problems finding fresh meat in your new home of Hawkins, Indiana, because you knew that no matter where you went, there were always going to be stupid, horny boys just begging for you to play around in their chest cavities. You could go just about anywhere and still be able to do your thing, and even though you were in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Indiana, you were excited to check out the locals. Maybe size them up.

Look for someone yummy.

It was a gorgeous spring morning, and you felt amazing. You felt like you could do anything, and you could—when you were full and happy, you were way more powerful than a normal human. Those shitty band guys may have been total idiots, but at least you got some cool new powers out of their silly little ritual. On the outside, you looked gorgeous, with clear, practically glowing skin, a charming smile, and bright eyes…but on the inside, you were a monster straight from hell.

And that didn’t bother you one bit.

Hawkins High was a small school. The parking lot wasn’t even paved. The junior high was right across the driveway. Despite the…quaintness of it all, however, everyone milling around by their cars looked like they all thought they were hot shit. There were groups of girls standing around, snapping their gum and twirling their hair as they gossiped. There were guys in letterman jackets, shoving each other around for fun. There was one boy with impressively nice hair, and one who screamed metal head trailer trash.

Some of them looked like their families had money. Some looked like they were from the wrong side of the tracks. Some were nerds, some were band geeks, some were desperately trying to fit in with the popular clique…they were all equal in your eyes, no matter how different they seemed. They were all fresh meat, and they probably all tasted just fine.

“Who the hell is that?” Carol asked, shoving Tommy aside to get a better look.

Her boyfriend stumbled slightly, irritated that she had cut him off just as he was finally getting handsy with her for the first time in two weeks. “Who?”

“Look, idiot,” Carol snapped.

She grabbed him by the jacket and forced him to turn. When he did, he saw that she was looking at someone he didn’t recognize—

Someone hot.

Someone real hot.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, his eyes glued to you as you sauntered through the lot. “Hargrove. Hey.”

Billy wasn’t listened. Instead, he was leaning against his Camaro as he lit a cigarette and tried to pretend that his ribs weren’t bruised. When Tommy grabbed at his shirt, he immediately stiffened and sneered, straightening up and catching the other boy’s arm.

“The hell is your problem?” He growled.

“Check out the new girl.”

Billy’s grip loosened slightly, teeth clenching around his cigarette as his eyes left Tommy. He found you way more interesting to focus on, anyways, and he was immediately interested.

He grinned, clapping Tommy’s shoulder as he straightened up and moved in your direction.

“Where’re you goin?” Tommy called after him.

“To give our new compatriot a friendly, Hawkins welcome,” Billy replied, a wild look in his eyes as he followed you through the front doors.

You stopped by the office for your schedule and locker number, playing nice and dumb with the secretary. You laughed whenever she did, you said thank you when you took your papers from her, and you gave her a charming smile that you knew would win anybody over. If she was any indicator, Hawkins would be even easier to settle into than you thought.

When you stepped out the door, you nearly ran face first into someone.

Someone who smelled delicious.

“Oh, sorry,” you immediately turned on the charm as your eyes traveled up his broad chest. When they settled on his face, you were surprised to see that he was absolutely gorgeous…and something in his gaze sent a little shiver up your spine.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart,” he smirked. “Name’s Billy.”

You could tell he was checking you out. Boys always did, especially when you were feeling well fed and full of yourself. There was some sort of magnetic pull that drew them in, like the sweet smell of a carnivorous plant beckoning insects forward. Billy definitely wasn’t an insect…but he might make a nice meal nonetheless.

You bit your lower lip and batted your lashes at him. “Wanna show me around, Billy? I don’t know where my new locker is…”

Billy wanted to laugh.

Did you think he was stupid? He knew his way around flirting. He was the king of playing nice to get what he wanted, whether it be slipping into someone’s pants or getting information. Billy could tell that you were pretending to be sugary and sweet with him…but what were you hiding underneath this practically otherworldly exterior?

You were a lot more interesting than he had originally thought, apparently. 

“Yeah, I’ll show you around, sweetheart.” He winked.

“Thank you, handsome,” you said, your voice dripping with honey.

It was obvious that he wanted to get in your pants. You knew boys well enough to know that much. He was being sweet and charming to get what he wanted, kind of like you did…and you figured that would make him a nice and easy target.

You walked down the hall with him, looking up at his face and studying what you could see. He had a nice, strong jaw, and thick, curly hair cut into a mullet. His eyes were the brightest blue you’d ever seen, and as he watched rest of the student body, you noticed that they were incredibly observant.

Like a hawk looking for fat little rabbits.

“So where’re you from, sweetheart?” He drawled boredly, as if small talk wasn’t his thing at all.

“…a little town called Devil’s Kettle. You probably haven’t heard of it.” You shrugged, determined to show him that small talk absolutely was your thing. “I like Hawkins a lot more.”

Rather than go along with you, Billy rolled his eyes.

He actually rolled his eyes.

At you.

A demon.

You were a little taken aback, to say the least. Your natural, passive charm was enough to keep any human nice and quiet and complacent until it was time to turn it off and enjoy their terror. So why did Billy have such an attitude with you still?

“You don’t have to flatter me. There’s nothing good about this shit hole.” He said. “Well…‘Cept you, of course.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Alright, then. This guy had an attitude, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. He still smelled and looked delicious, and you had a few more days to figure him out before you needed to feed again. Ever since that ritual left you this way, you’d found yourself enjoying playing with your food…and Billy was no exception.

“Thank you so much for your help,” you said, laying it on thick as you stopped next to your locker.

Your hand found its way to his chest, a move that always had boys rolling over for you. Billy looked down at it and smirked, an absolutely beautiful sight, before his eyes trailed back up to yours.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Anytime, princess.” He said, his voice smooth, its timbre sending a rush straight down between your thighs.

And then, he was gone, melting back into the crowded hallway, leaving alone to figure out what the hell just happened.

———————

“What the hell is she doing?” Carol asked haughtily.

Vicky wrinkled her nose. “Walking with Billy to his car.”

Carol let out a disgusted sound and turned away, determined not to show her jealousy. You’d only been in Hawkins for what, one day? Twenty four hours, at most? And Billy Hargrove was already giving you a ride home?

Ridiculous.

Tommy H just smirked. “Nice one, Hargrove!” He called out as he leaned against his car.

Carol glared at him.

You heard his shout and turned to look toward its source. You were still confused about Billy…but that moron looked like he might be a good snack in a day or two.

You gave him a wink, watching as his girlfriend fumed next to him.

“You’ve got nice friends.” You commented as Billy opened the passenger door and waited for you to sit down.

“…yeah. Nice.” He snorted, slamming it closed before walking around to his side and getting in.

“How long have you been in Hawkins?” You asked, studying your nails as the Camaro roared to life.

Okay, so you liked his car. Maybe you could steal it after you ate him…? No, that would be way too obvious in a town like this. Everybody would know you had something to do with his disappearance.

Damn.

“Six months. Somethin’ like that.” He said absentmindedly as he backed out of his space. “Why’s that matter, princess?”

You shrugged. “You don’t look like everybody else here.”

You don’t smell like everybody else here.

He grinned in what might have been triumph. “That’s a fucking relief.”

“You definitely don’t look like a local...” you purred, your fingers gliding up his arm. You gave his bicep a squeeze through his jacket and saw him lick his lips from the corner of your eye, and you knew you were getting somewhere. 

Okay. This was okay. You could totally have some fun with him, shove all those weird feelings aside, and then do your thing and devour his innards like a good little demon. No more second guessing yourself, though. Time to be a big, confident succubus. 

“Can we go somewhere...private, handsome?” you asked, voice dripping with that golden honey as you leaned against him. 

“Your place or mine, sweetheart?” he grinned down at you. 

“...Yours.” you decided. Today was about having fun and celebrating your move. Next time, you’d take him back to your new house and tear him to shreds.

For sure you would. 

For real. 

Never mind how genuinely cute you found him. You were gonna wreck this guy, in more ways than one. 

You could tell that Billy was excited at the prospect of getting laid. You could smell it rolling off of him in waves, and for you, those pheromones were like a drug. They made you feel happy and floaty, your chest buzzing as he squeezed your thigh and put the pedal to the metal. 

“You always drive like this?” you asked, laughing loudly over the sound of the radio and the wind whipping through the open windows. 

Billy glanced over to see you smiling, and he grinned. “You like it, sweetheart?”

“I love it!” you replied without thinking about your cool demon persona for once. 

Billy’s grin just grew wider and he floored it, tearing down the quiet highway towards his place.

His house was small and simple, decorated conservatively in a way that told you his folks weren’t very much fun. He didn’t give you much time to take it all in, though, quickly ushering you down the hall and into his room before you could make yourself at home.

“You in a rush?” you quipped. 

“Can you blame me for being eager?” he smirked as he shut the door. 

No. You really couldn’t.

Being alone in a room with Billy Hargrove felt special. So many girls at Hawkins High would probably kill for the chance to cozy up with him like this, and yet there you were, on your very first day in town, climbing on top of him like you owned his soul. 

Wait...was that an option? Could you do that? It might be a nicer option than eating him at this point, because honestly...you were starting to think you should keep him around for a little longer than originally planned. Like, for real…it took a lot to satisfy a demon like yourself, and somehow, Billy Hargrove was managing to do it.

Maybe it was because in bed, he absolutely dripped sin and sex appeal. His hands? Killer. His dick? Perfect. His mouth?

Godly.

“F-fuck!” You gasped, mouth agape, eyes wide as you gripped his hair and pulled hard.

He grunted against you, looking up from his place between your thighs. Fuck, he was glad you wore a skirt, because the second he got you in his room, he was tossing you down on his bed and diving right in. If he had to fuck around with jeans or some bullshit like that, he’d have been seriously pissed off.

Instead, all he had to do was grab your hips, pull your panties to the side, and let your moans serenade him as he showed you how fucking good he was with his tongue.

Normally, he’d be the one guiding your head right now, not the other way around. He’d be quick and demanding, get his kicks, make you finish with his fingers or something, and then get outta there. That’s what he always did with girls, and it was always fast and fun. Hollow, in a way, but fun. With you, though…with you, he was determined to savor everything, because you tasted delicious in a way he’d never experienced before, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Billy…” you moaned, grinding your hips against his face as you felt yourself getting close again. Perks of being a demon, you guessed…lots and lots of orgasms.

He was lapping it all up like it was ambrosia, eyes trained on you obediently.

He had really, really beautiful eyes, and as you gazed into them, you came again.

“O-okay,” you huffed, thighs shaking as you yanked his head back. “That’s enough.”

You felt him resist, trying to get one last taste, but you were stronger than you looked.

And you also had an appetite that needed to be sated.

“Your turn, big boy,” you purred, switching your positions.

Billy was more than happy to recline and watch as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. As much as he wanted you to sit on his face for a few hours, he was eager to find out if the rest of you was just as sweet.

You were just happy to see that his dick matched the rest of him.

There was no point in trying to hide your glee as you freed him from the confines of his tight jeans, and you immediately wrapped a hand around his shaft and your lips around his head. He shuddered at the feeling of your mouth on him, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head as he made a move to guide you. You didn’t need him to, but you let him pretend he had some semblance of control as you bobbed up and down, and honestly? It was pretty cute that he thought he was in charge.

His cock slipped deeper into your throat, until your nose was brushing his pelvis. You were surrounded by his scent, that natural, musky smell and—cologne? Did he put cologne down there? Yeah, that was kinda cute—and it made you hungrier.

When you leaned back, he tried to follow you, searching for that warmth again…but when you pushed him down against his own mattress and sank down onto his cock, his eyes widened.

“No rubber?” He asked.

You just smiled and leaned down, hands on his chest as you licked the side of his face. “Don’t worry about it, baby.”

Fuck, you were perfect.

And you were weirdly warm.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, hands squeezing your ass as you rode him.

You felt fucking perfect, and he knew he was gonna have to come back for seconds, something he almost never did in Hawkins.

Because Billy Hargrove was hooked on you…and when you watched his face as he came, you realized you were a little hooked on him, too.

Shit.

He was too cute to eat.

“So.” He said as you rolled to the side, catching your breath. “What’s your deal?”

“My deal?” You asked, eyes flicking toward him.

He lit a cigarette. “There’s somethin’ up with you, babe. Knew it from the second we talked this morning.”

You floundered, staring at him. What did he mean? Guys never guessed that you were anything other than hot. Nobody had ever suspected that there was something supernatural about you, not even your best friends back in Devil’s Kettle.

“I don’t normally do this whole…talking thing.” Billy said. “But you’ve got me intrigued, princess. So what’s the deal?”

“I have no idea what you’re—“

“Cut the shit,” he growled, surprising you again with how easily he fought through your natural defenses. “You’re hiding something. I can tell.”

“Did you fuck me just to grill me?” You asked in irritation.

“Nah. That was just a bonus.” He grinned, reaching down to brush his fingers over your swollen clit. When you immediately flinched, he laughed. “You sure are sensitive, babe…”

You rolled your eyes and sat up. “I don’t know why you think something’s up, but I don’t appreciate it, Hargrove.”

He raised his lip in a sneer. “Fine. Don’t tell me. But I’ll figure you out eventually, sweetheart.”

You just narrowed your eyes.

——————

Billy’s suspicions weren’t enough to keep you from hanging around him. You liked the resident bad boy, even though his friends were annoying, and he seemed to enjoy keeping and arm slung around your shoulders in public. For a few days, everything was fine…until you felt yourself starting to fade, and you knew it was time for a snack.

It was easy enough to pick a boy out of the crowd, some senior whose name you didn’t bother to learn. When Billy was busy with sports, you chose your victim and whispered in his ear, leading him out of the building, across the parking lot, and into the woods. He thought he was about to get lucky; after all, rumors had begun flying about how easy you were, after everybody saw Billy Hargrove giving you a ride on your very first day in town. This guy probably thought he was about to get a once in a lifetime opportunity with the hottest girl in town.

“Don’t count on it,” you grinned dangerously before shoving him back against a tree trunk.

You watched his expression change from confusion to horror as your jaw unhinged and your teeth elongated, ready to sink into his flesh and tear him apart. As soon as you made contact, you flew into a frenzy, ripping his rib cage open with your hands and digging in.

Delicious, as always.

As you tore chunks out of his chest cavity, you thought about Billy. You imagined the feeling of his hands on you, squeezing your thighs and your hips…you could picture his face looking down at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted, and those gorgeous blue eyes…

Your fantasy was interrupted by a sudden pain in your torso, and when you looked down, you saw that your victim had managed to shove a huge, sharp tree branch straight through you.

“Ouch.” You said.

You coughed up some blood.

“That’s what I get for being distracted at dinner, huh?”

You heard the boy gasping, desperately clinging to life even with his organs out on display. Well, this wasn’t really how you thought this would go…and shit, it was really starting to hurt.

With one last chomp that finally silenced your victim, you let his body fall to the ground and stumbled back. You were in worse shape than you thought, and your little house out in the woods was pretty fucking far away. You needed somewhere safe to go in the meantime, somewhere you could curl up and wait for your body to heal itself.

By the time you limped up to Billy’s window, night had fallen…but his light was still on, and with any luck, he was alone and free of other girls. You really didn’t have it in you to tear someone else apart, not while you were in this state. You shuffled up to the window sill, gripping it with bloody hands and thumping against it weakly.

Billy immediately stiffened.

He was fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He had been considering jerking off to the thought of you before bed, but now, the sound of something outside had him on high alert. He’d already been stressed thanks to his father yelling at the dinner table earlier, and the last thing he needed was some weird bullshit to deal with.

Unfortunately, when he opened his window, that’s exactly what he got.

“What--the fuck--” he stammered, eyes wide as you tumbled in and landed in a bloody heap on his floor. 

“H-hey,” you panted, chest heaving with effort as you pulled yourself into a more comfortable position. 

Billy just stared. 

“I--I know this looks crazy,” you said, grunting in pain when you managed to sit up against his bed. “I just need to rest here--”

“What are you?” he interrupted. 

“I don’t know what you--”

“I told you to cut the shit the other day.” he growled. “Now I really fucking mean it, princess.”

You looked up at him, still breathing hard. “...You have to swear not to freak out.”

“Try me.”

“So...back in Devil’s Kettle, there’s this weird waterfall. Some guys offered me up to Satan on a platter, I guess, and then tossed me down...only their ritual didn’t work. And now I’m...like this.” you gestured to yourself. 

Billy was taking things surprisingly well. “Like what?”

“Like...a demon.”

You watched his face closely, waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for the panic. 

It didn’t come, though. Honestly, Billy didn’t even know why he wasn’t totally losing it, especially given the state you were in--covered in blood, a huge wound in the middle of your stomach--but as he sat down across from you, he barely felt anxious. 

“So...what’s with the blood?” he asked, reaching for a smoke. 

“...Okay, now you really can’t freak out.”

“Fine, sweetheart.”

“I just...had dinner, and dinner...fought back.”

He raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t press further...so you spared him the details, lest he end up having a weaker stomach than he pretended to. “I just need a couple hours to heal and then I’ll be gone. Swear.”

“Neil and Susan are still gone. Max is in bed.” he said as he calmly lit a cigarette. “Go shower before you get that shit all over my stuff.”

You blinked. “You’re really not...weirded out by all this?”

“I told you I knew something was up with you.” he smirked. “Didn’t know it was this weird, but I still fucking knew.”

You let out a breathy little laugh at that and tried to stand. When your knees buckled, Billy caught you with one arm, choosing to haul you to the bathroom himself. And then, he joined you, because even though it was probably the strangest situation he’d ever been in, you were still you, and you were still hot, an even if you were a demon, you were kinda his demon now...and he wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to shower with you.

[swabian-princess]

Appearance goals until summer

Hey girlies,

since I got promoted to a stay at home girlfriend a big part of my „job“ is to look my absolute best for myself and my man.

We have an event in the beginning of June and my birthday is in July, so I have set myself a deadline – I will be the best version of myself in the summer!

perfect skin – face: I won’t need a new skincare routine because I’m happy with my routine and with the results I’m getting. My pores are almost invisible and I only get pimples right before my period starts. The only thing I will start doing is using retinol again, however, I think two times a week should be enough for me.

perfect skin – body: shame on me – I seriously neglected my body skincare for the last couple of months but that’s gonna change now. I am shaving every second day and do a peeling beforehand when I’m already in the shower. I have a few dark spots and little red spots on my thighs and legs and since I am very pale they are super visible. I’ll start using a chemical exfoliant on those spots to brighten them up. I’ll also start mixing vitamin C and retinol in my bodylotion a few times a week.

Reduce the appearance of cellulite: I only have cellulite on top of the back of my thighs and minimal on my butt – so it’s not really visible in any clothing. Still, I want to look my best in swimsuits. I’ll try out thigh wraps with ground coffee once a week, focus on building muscles in those areas and I’ll be upping my water intake!

super white teeth: I brush my teeth two times a day, obviously, but I’ll start flossing in the morning too! I am also gonna use a mouth wash after every brushing session and I will book one teeth whitening appointment.

fresh nails: I’ll visit the nail salon every 3-4 weeks and get my my toes and hands done. Always in a natural pinkish color or with french tips. I’m also gonna start using hand lotion at home way more often.

perfect hair: my hair got pretty long in the last few months and goes below my shoulder blades. I have an hair appointment coming up and I want to go almost platinum. I want to be really light blonde for spring and in the summer. To maintain the color, I’ll go back every 6-8 weeks to get my roots retouched. At home I’m oiling my scalp and my hair once a week with argan oil. I am also going to use heat protection every time I style my hair.

perfect lips: I already have 1ml hyaluron in my lips but I want them just a little bit more jucy. Maybe 0,5ml will be enough – we’ll see!

appointment with my injector: she's amazing. She’s always honest and never did me or any of my girlfriends wrong. I want her opinion on maybe jaw/cheek or chin filler to make my face more symmetrical. I also want to talk about baby botox and a botox brow lift.

working out: duh. I workout 3-5x times a week and I want to tone up just a little bit more before summer starts. I’ll also try starting to incorperate daily walks into my routine.

new wardrobe: I am gonna clean out my closet in the next few weeks and either donate or throw out anything that doesn’t fit my aesthetic anymore. After that, I’m slowly gonna start building my dream wardrobe.

Selene

[solomonssock]

Delicate Love

Not the way I was kicking my feet while writing this…anyway, I love Asmodeus :)

Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus (established relationship!)

TW: Brief suggestive content (it's Asmodeus), a lot of fluff...like intense fluff and wooing by you, exploring courting behavior, brief non-canon Devildom history exploration, death mentioned but not discussed seriously,,,,uhh I think that's all! Let me know if there's anything else, ty!

Word Count: ~3,400

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"Mo, you know I adore you, and I'd do anything to make you the happiest demon alive."

You heave a sigh as you finally slide into the booth beside Asmodeus, leaning back to sink into the cushioned lining.

"But I'm never going on a shopping haul with you ever again."

You groan and begin massaging out the indents littering your arms from the bag handles you'd lugged around for the past couple of hours.

Right now, you'd enjoy nothing more than sitting across from your lover on your weekly scheduled date day. It's a lovely thought: fingers tangled atop the table as you lean in for a sweet kiss or two, admiring him and his coy smile as you tell him all the ways he makes your heart whole. 

Unfortunately, that space is currently occupied. 

You glare at the copious amount of shopping bags piled on the seat across from you two. In retrospect, offering to carry all his bags in the first place was a rash decision. But you bore the agony with pride. The spring in his step as he flittered around the racks with ease, batting his eyelashes at you all the while, was payment enough. With his birthday right around the corner, it also had the added benefit of making it easier for you to sneak your own purchase, custom matching anklets for the two of you, among the pile.

 Glancing to your side, you watch as Amodeus pulls out his D.D.D. to scan the menu QR code before scrolling through the options. He turns to you with a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Aww, you don't mean that! You love spending time with me. Aaand," he drags out the word as he leans against your side, gazing deep into your eyes with his usual intensity, "if you hadn't come, you would have missed out on your private show." 

Warmth rises to your cheeks as you recall the heated kisses Asmodeus snuck inside the dressing room, pressing you up against the stall door in between outfit changes.

"Seemed to me like you enjoyed yourself," he chuckles, "and weren't the outfits just so cute! Especially that last little number, don't you agree?"

You do. 

Asmodeus had strutted out of the stall with a lacy red lingerie top tucked into tight leather shorts. Slowly and sensually, he pulled on the knee high boots one after the other before requesting that you zip them up for him. Teasingly running his fingers through your hair as you kneeled before him, promising to wear it for you on your next night out together.  

"The clothes were cute, but I was more focused on the model." You knock your knee against Asmodeus's as you wrap an arm around his waist and pull him closer into you. 

Gently, you lift your hand to his cheek, brushing your knuckles over the skin before pressing your forehead against his own.

"It's all just additional, anyway. Your beauty isn't confined by any pretty piece you put on." 

His eyes shift away from yours, and you know you've hit a sore spot.

For some time since you two started dating officially, Asmodeus had become increasingly stricter on his skincare routines. Often cycling through new products weekly. You weren't sure what he was searching for, but he'd become meticulous with just about anything to do with his appearance. Accepting no less than perfection before meeting with you.

You weren't even allowed to come into his room in the morning anymore before he had a chance to see himself.

"I mean it," you tilt his chin to face you before pressing a kiss to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and his lips. 

"However you come to me, I'll love you all the same." 

Asmodeus pushes his face into the space between your collar and jaw, trembling just a bit. You tighten your hold on him as you move a hand up to run through his hair, smiling as you feel the onset of a light purr thrumming against your side. 

"Hmm, love you too." The mumbled words tickle your skin as he presses a kiss against your neck.

You take a moment to look around the cafe and smile as you see plenty of other couples taking up the tables near you. Most of them are holding hands, intertwining tails, or pressing up against their partner as Asmodeus does to you now. 

Touch, you remember, is something sacred.

Earlier this week, you joined Satan on a trip to the Royal Library. There, you stumbled across a collection on courtship etiquette and decided to peek through a couple of volumes. The first one you picked up broached the subject of touch.

"Allowing another to place their hands upon you in public, especially in an intimate display, signifies to them and your company several things. First, that you entrust this demon with your body, permitting them to freely handle you. Second, that you find comfort in or openly desire them and their presence. The manner in which you permit them to touch you and its implications will be addressed in Chapter 4. Third, that you find them worthy of witnessing your vulnerabilities and trust them to tend to you when you are at your weakest. This has the additional benefit of informing your company whom to seek out in case of any emergencies. Therefore, if you have no intention of pursuing someone or inviting them into your close circle, it is advisable to abstain from intimate or prolonged contact. You don't want to be seen as an indecisive and inconsiderate heartbreaker, do you? "

For demons, you've recognized that tender or friendly touches are extended only to their loved ones. The casual touch you were accustomed to in the human world: hugging, rubbing someone's back, reaching for someone's hand, even grabbing a loose eyelash, means something deeper here. It had finally clicked for you then, as to why Lucifer had found your tendency to casually high five him and his brothers so peculiar during the start of the program.

It also explains why Asmodeus seems to be most at ease when he hides into your neck like now. It reassures him, you figured, of just how deeply you trust in him to protect you as you let his fangs graze the skin and run over the veins that lie beneath. 

The neck, after all, is one of the weakest parts of the human body.

"So," you give Asmodeus a soft squeeze, "finally gonna tell me why you've been wanting to come here?" 

All week, Asmodeus had mentioned how excited he was to take you to this cafe on your date day. It was the new hot spot for couples in the Devildom, he teased, and you two obviously being the hottest couple were duty bound to go. That in itself was fine, but for the hot spot he claimed it to be, you hadn't heard a single thing about it. It didn't help that Asmodeus wouldn't tell you the name or spill any details. You just had to be patient and hope he wasn't taking you somewhere...overstimulating.

The cafe is more tame than you expected, and quite romantic too. Flowers top the booths, loop through the hanging chandeliers, and create a pleasantly sweet aroma. At the center of each table, a heart shaped candle burns its wick as it sits atop the welcome card with the menu QR code. The walls are covered in paintings of what you suspect are well-known lovers in Devildom history. Among the demonic pairings, you surprisingly find one couple you recognize, Orpheus and Eurydice performing together in death. 

"I get why it's so popular. It's really nice in here," you murmur, gaze turning towards the heart shaped candle to watch the flame flicker to-and-fro.

Focused on the burn, your eyes follow the wax as it melts and trickles off the bottom edge of the heart, leisurely sliding down until it pools into the dish it rests upon. You snort in amusement at the imagery it inspires.

Man, you've got it bad.

Asmodeus jolts from the sound, reluctantly pulling away from you with a small pout on his lips. Yet, his hands still settle on your waist, balling up the fabric there. 

"What's so funny? I was comfortable, you know," he grumbles. You smile, tilting your head as you lift your hand to briefly squeeze his left arm. 

"It's pretty silly, but...", you nod towards the table, "when I was looking at that candle and how the heart drips downward; the first thing I thought of was you."

"It reminds me of your true form," you begin to draw hearts onto his arm, mapping out the markings as you remember them. "I was thinking about how beautiful these are."

Asmodeus's hands release your top, smoothing out the fabric, before they settle again.

"Especially, when you hug me,"  you hum. 

It's a struggle to put into words, the right words, how much you love and appreciate someone. But for Asmodeus, you'll try. 

"This is going to sound ridiculous, but don't be mean," you flush, "I...sometimes think of how your markings droop down, like they're in search of something. And I hope it's me." 

You rearrange his scarf as it begins to fall out of place, taking care to put it where he likes it best; tossed over his shoulder. 

"You're sort of like the flame too, you know?"

You let out an awkward chuckle. Asmodeus hasn't said anything. So, fidgeting more with the scarf, you press onward. 

"You're so bright that everyone can't help but admire the warmth that flows from you...even me," you confess.

"Your confidence just makes me want to be more confident in myself. Like, I appreciate that I can be myself around you and that even if you don't always get my style, you look for things you know I'll love."

"Your brothers can complain about how you're self-centered, but I know how wonderful of a listener you are. I always feel understood by you. It's kind of freaky, actually," you laugh, "sometimes I feel like you understand me better than I understand myself!"

"But," you pause and pull your hands back as your gaze returns to the candle and what rests below it, "I want to be like the dish. Your dish."

"I see how all of it exhausts you, Mo. Beloved by all, but known by none."

You know you've hit the bullseye when you hear him take a sharp breath.

"Well, that doesn't have to be true - we can change that. I want to keep getting to know you, to be with you at your best and your worst. So...you don't have to hide or push yourself too much when it comes to me. You're a resilient demon, but I'm happy to be the shoulder you continue to lean on."  

You sigh with a small smile, finally letting the words you've been stewing over for weeks burst free from your chest. Yeah, It's embarrassing to say these things so plainly. But it's freeing too. It's not something humans do much anymore, so casual in their confessions and in how quickly they pick up, drop, or cycle through their partners. But if it means he'll understand that you're ready to accept him just as he is, that he doesn’t have to change himself to earn your love, then it's worth it. 

You turn to face Asmodeus and gasp at the captivating sight before you.

Butterflies erupt and flutter in your stomach in response to the blush that spreads across his skin. His face, his chest, and the tips of his ears; nothing is unaffected. His glassy eyes shine with real tears, and you're a little worried you may have gone too far as he gnaws at his bottom lip. 

You're so glad for the dim lighting, and that the bags forced you to sit beside him, obstructing any view of him from prying eyes. You don't want anyone else to share in this unguarded expression he bares to you.

"Mo, hey" you move to grab his hands and nudge them off you gently, "I didn't mean to upset you." 

But you leave him be as he lets out a distressed whine that raises goosebumps across your skin. His hands only leave you for a second to push yours away before they return to your hips.

"Mo, what's wrong?" You whisper, leaning forward to press your forehead against his again.

"Ugh, nothing's wrong! It's too right!" He whisper-screams back. 

Wait...is he embarrassed? 

You look into his eyes, and for the first time ever, Asmodeus is the first to look away. You pull back, snickering into your hand.

"Are you laughing at me?!" He looks affronted, but you smile at him. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes crinkling from the joy flowing through you.

"You're too cute, Mo!" You croon as you kiss his cheek. "If I had known", you press your lips there again, "how much my silly little thoughts would affect you", and again, "I'd have told you how deeply I feel about you every day."  

You let out a giddy giggle as he blinks away the wetness in his eyes, pouting at you. His skin feels hot to the touch with a tinge of rouge everywhere. You lean forward, whispering in his ear, "Yeah. Red is definitely your color." 

"Now you're the one who's being mean!" He whines, pressing his face into your shoulder. You lean your head against his and hold him to you.

"There, there, sweetheart." You tease, just as he usually does when he overwhelms you with his affection. 

"I won't go into how much laughter you've brought into my life, or talk about how much your passion inspires me, or explain why your eyes remind me of orange chrysanthemums." 

Mo lifts his face off your shoulder with a slight sniffle. 

"Why chrysanthemums?" He asks. And although you only command them, you feel devilish as you gaze into light orange eyes with a knowing smile.

"Because," you whisper, "despite their intensity, they signify a delicate love." 

It goes unsaid, but as Asmodeus's eyes widen you know he understands exactly what you mean. 

He is the orange chrysanthemum you tend to. With stunning and stimulating colors, he attracts all. But once his onlookers have had their fill of his beauty, they move on, leaving him to wilt. No matter how much his fans claim to love him, they have never, and could never, water him with the gentle attentiveness that you do. 

Despite the titillating and tempestuous ideations he conjures in the minds of many, you know that at his core, the Avatar of Lust is a fragile lover.

Asmodeus is silent as he presses himself into your neck again, but you're not concerned as his body sags into yours. For the first time in these past few weeks, he lets go. Trusting in you to hold him up. 

"Mo," after a couple of minutes, you rub his back to get his attention, "I saw you looking at the menu earlier. Is there something specific you wanted me to order for us?"

"Mhmm," he hums as he sits up to look at you, "you have to order the Bound Blood Berry Custard." You snort at how serious his request sounds.

"Have to? What if I wanted to order pie? Or cake? Or macaroons?" You smirk, raising a brow at him.

"Aww, you can get whatever you'd like too! But, we have to get that to share."  

The custard, you've determined after having a few spoonfuls, has a tangy aftertaste. You didn't expect the lighter citrusy flavor from something with "blood" in the title. But it goes down smooth and is actually pretty refreshing. You take another scoop as Asmodeus does, but this time, he holds his spoon up to your lips.

"Go ahead, darling," he coos, looking at you expectantly. An excited trill leaves him as you lean forward with a chuckle, letting him feed it to you. You do the same to him, holding your spoon up to his lips, heart fluttering at the happy hum he lets out. You two go back and forth like this, feeding spoonfuls of the treat to one another until it's all gone. 

"So, what's so special about that custard anyway?" You lean against the booths backing, pleasantly full from all the other treats you two ordered afterward. 

"Well," he leans back to join you, leaning into you once again, "the website says the Bound Blood Berry Custard can only be made every 77 years, when the berries around a shared unmarked grave come into season."

"Unmarked?" You glance over to him, but his eyes are shut as he cuddles into your side.

"Yup!" He chirps. 

"One review said it belongs to a commoner and a member of the aristocracy. It's been there longer than we've been in the Devildom, probably even before it united under one ruler." 

You think back to the history class you attended during your first year here, remembering a brief lecture your professor gave over the travesties of the Warring Generals Period. The Great Generals of the North, South, East, and West conspired to form an oligarchy and successfully killed their king. However, unable to resist the temptation for greater power, they soon turned on one another. They established their own mandates within their territories, endangering demons everywhere as their laws usually conflicted with the legislation passed by the weaker interim rulers.

"Their love was forbidden by some shriveled up duke in the South. It's sad how they passed, executed as an example of what happens to those who tested his law." Asmodeus scoffs.

"They swore as they were together in life, so would they be in death. Apparently, they weren't even supposed to be buried together, but their love inspired some commoners to remove the duke and give them a proper burial. 77 years later, the bushes popped up, guarding their grave."

Asmodeus lets out a dreamy exhale as he opens his eyes, gazing into yours. 

"It's so romantic that they've been buried together all this time. I'm almost jealous! Should we plan to share a plot too?" 

You shake your head but entertain the idea, "If it comes down to us fighting for our love to exist, then sure, I'll fight for you. But hopefully we won't have to plan anything like that for a long long time." 

"You'd fight for me?" Asmodeus smiles, moving to hold your hand in his.

"For or with you," you shrug. "Whichever comes first."

"Oh, my sweet little human is willing to give their all to protect me?" He teases.  

"I'll hold you to that, you know? Besides, there's no way I'll let anyone take you from me." With his free hand, Asmodeus grasps your jaw and leans in close to you.

"Rumor has it if you share the Bound Blood Berry Custard, your love will last for at least 77 years until the next thicket grows. So," he pecks your lips once, twice, three times, before he pulls away, "you're stuck with Mo till then ♡"

Maybe it's the sugar high, but you yank him back over for a real kiss. You two take your time, savoring the sweetness, and giggle like love drunk fools between each press of lips. 

Many misunderstand the passion Asmodeus carries, thinking it doesn't extend beyond himself. Those lucky enough to be loved by him, however, know they'll receive it in full force. You can feel it in the eager kisses he presses against any skin he can reach, in the way he clings onto you as you clutch his jacket in your hands, and in how he nuzzles his nose against yours before he pulls away.

"You know, Mo," you let out a breathy laugh, "77 years might not be long enough." 

You brush back some of the hair that's fallen into his face with a deep sigh.

"I mean, how do we know that the years don't stack up based on how many we eat together?"

You feel giddy as you watch his eyes light up, grin widening when he finally registers what you're implying.

"Oh, that's true! Should we test that theory?" 

In the privacy of the booth, you empathize with those star crossed lovers. There is no way in the natural order of things that you and Asmodeus were ever meant to be. But here he is, and here you are. Inseparable.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try. How many should we order to go?"

[purpleajisai]

I need to know Madara's workout routine when he was growing up with Izuna 💪😏

alright everyone first set of hcs with Izuna! I really love the sibling dynamic between these two, reminds me of the dynamic i have with my sister. I think that their close relationship and constant sparring is a direct result of the loss of their other brothers, causing Madara and Izuna to train to watch each other's backs and to defend what they hold close to their hearts. Anyways, here's a premium Uchiha bros workout routine!

• Their daily training starts very early in the morning, even earlier than sunrise (about 5am). Madara started leading the clan at a young age, even before becoming an adult, so Izuna and him wake up as early as possible to use daylight to the max and the evenings are for paperwork.

• Mostly start with a long run to train endurance, about an hour until 6am. Would make it more difficult by running across rivers or mountains to also train chakra control.

• Taijutsu training until 9am to warm up (yeah 3 hours of warm up bc they're extra).

• Another 3 hours of ninjutsu training to improve as much as possible their katonjutsu. Also spare some time at this point to train younger shinobi in their clan and examine the quality of their army. Izuna is better at dealing with teens whereas Madara guides both young adults and children.

• At noon they'd have lunch and eat a LOT. Like 2 whole fishes each or something like that. Since they're good bros, they'd cook together 🥺💕 Izuna makes good rice and Madara knows how to make bomb ass roasted fish.

• After lunch they nap under a tree in their backyard or in the engawa of their house, until about 1pm.

• From 1pm to 4pm it's fighting. Straight up battlefield simulation, every single technique available, all their weapons. This doubles as Sharingan training.

• After their last sparring session they go home and shower. At least half an hour in the hot springs to soothe the sore muscles. Madara is the best big bro ever and rubs ointment in any bruise or wound that Izuna has. Izuna being a loyal and caring little bro insists on Madara wearing his gloves to not harm his hands every day and watches over him constantly. If one of them is too tired, the other one does their haircare and skincare. Peak brotherhood.

• Another little nap and straight to paperwork until about 11pm. Rinse and repeat the next day!

This was the cutest workout routine I have ever written! @cthuluguu dropping the best asks ever tysm mutual!

[hsnqnz]

･:*+.Looking cute on the outside.:+

Having a good skincare routine for your skin type - try to have clear glowy skin - wear sunscreen every morning rain or shine

i really recommend downloading skinbliss. on skinbliss you can find out your skin type & skin concerns, check if skincare or makeup products are good for your skin, learn about the skin, skincare tips, skincare products, etc

The skin types: dry, oily, sensitive, acne prone, combination

Finding a makeup routine that works for you

Find a makeup style that suits your face shape, and skin tone - accentuate your features - try to keep things natural

Having makeup free days because that helps your skin

Getting your nails done

Small things like having your nails done makes you look more put together - match your fingernails with your toenails

Jewelry

Choose gold, silver, or both based on your skin tone - layer necklaces - wear bracelets - wear anklets - wear rings a small detail but it can make you look more feminine

A flattering hairstyle

Something that looks good with your face shape

Clean looking socks

Not that important but small details like this will make you look and feel more put together

Having a clothing style

Something that represents you and makes you feel good - having a clothing style can also be something that people remember you for - wear clothes that look flattering on your body type

Teeth

Having whiter and straighter teeth - If your teeth aren’t straight then please get braces it can make you look way more attractive

Get your brows done according to your face shape - get rid of that unibrow

Try to have soft smooth lips

Drink plenty of water so your lips don’t get dry! Apply Vaseline or aquaphor to your lips everyday

Sit and stand with good posture

Always look up and walk with confidence

Trim your hair every two months

Wear colours that compliment your skin

Try to find your seasonal colour:

clear winter, cool winter, deep winter, deep autumn, warm autumn, soft autumn, soft summer, cool summer, light summer, light spring, warm spring, clear spring

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[thedomesticanthropologist]

3+ hour bathing routine?!?!?!? What tf do you smell like??? pure soap?!? Every single flower at once??!?!??!? Distilled water?!?!

((Oh. You asked for it. Prepare to RECEIVE ))

Morning Meditation and Cleansing (1 hour):

-Collect fresh hand towels and walk to the natural spring in the center of the garden. Strip down to smallclothes/pants, wash briefly in the cold, natural waters.

-Begin the day from then on with a meditation session amidst the lush garden, different from trancing. This is to strengthen and organize the mind.

-Perform a yoga routine to stretch his muscles and improve flexibility.

Hair Care Ritual (1 hour):

-Gather fresh herbs and flowers from his garden known for their nourishing properties, such as lavender, rosemary, and chamomile.

-Brew a concoction of herbal tea and let it cool to room temperature. Use a combination of previously dried herbs as well as fresh because they have different effects and properties.

-Wash his hair with the herbal tea mixture, gently massaging his scalp to stimulate blood flow and promote hair growth!

-Apply a homemade hair mask made from a blend of oils, and honey to nourish and hydrate his locks.

-Rinse thoroughly with clean water and allow his hair to air dry in the warm Feywild sunlight, ensuring it remains soft and shiny.

Skincare and Body Care (1 hour):

-Prepare a luxurious bath infused with fragrant flower petals, soothing essential oils, and natural salts.

-Cleanse his skin with a gentle homemade soap crafted from botanical ingredients like aloe vera, calendula, and oatmeal- or other combinations depending on the day and his mood.

-Exfoliate his body using a homemade sugar or salt scrub to slough away dead skin cells and reveal radiant, smooth skin.

-Apply a nourishing body oil or lotion made from oils, plant based butters, and vitamin E to moisturize and protect his skin.

-Perform a face care routine seperate from his body care as it requires different ingredients and methods!

-Trim and file his nails, push back cuticles, apply mineral oils to strength the nail bed, remove any dirt of dead skin, ensuring they are clean and well-groomed.

Throughout the routine, Sivvus takes his time!

[pollenallergie]

My mind is a minefield right now, so I’ve been hyperfixating on skincare as of late (as I usually do when life gets tough). As a result, I’ve been thinking about what some of current comfort characters’ skincare routines would be (or, more accurately, if they would even have a routine). Since it’s been a while since I’ve written anything substantial, I decided to write down some of the thoughts I’ve been having about their potential skincare routines. So… Enjoy! Hopefully this isn’t too niche; I know not everyone is as obsessed with skincare as I am.

Eddie Munson doesn’t have a skincare routine…

Or, at least, he didn’t have one back when he was younger.

From the ages of twelve to about forty, Eddie’s skincare routine was nonexistent. He hardly ever washed his face and, when he did, it was just with the same bar of Irish Spring that he used for his body. He also hardly ever used lotion, or, rather, he hardly ever used it for its intended purpose (if you catch my drift). Eddie did, however, frequently use sunscreen, but only during the summer months, only because he absolutely hated getting sunburns, and only the shitty kind that’s practically always on sale at the drugstore (I’m looking at you Banana Boat). Also, he only started using sunscreen in his twenties because, prior to that, the only thing that was really available was “sun tan lotion,” which hardly provided any protection at all. In fact, the best form of skincare he did at that time was occasionally putting vaseline on his lips during the winter months. Safe to say, he took horrible care of his skin during his youth.

Now that he’s older, though, he definitely has a skincare routine. Whether he was introduced to the wonders of skincare by his kid(s), you, the powers of the internet, or some combination of those three is up for debate. Point is, he’s now in the know about skincare and, as a result, has even developed a routine of his own. It’s a basic four-step routine, nothing too fancy - just a gentle cleanser, moisturizer, toner, and sunscreen - but Eddie doesn’t feel right leaving the house without having gone through every step of it.

He even has a nighttime skincare routine. Granted, it’s just his daytime routine sans SPF, but he still likes to think that it counts. His nighttime routine once also included an anti-aging/anti-wrinkle cream, but then, one day, you told him about how much you adore the wrinkles he already has (just some creases in his forehead, some crows feet, and some smile lines) and, now, he doesn’t mind the idea of getting new ones quite so much anymore.

Ralph Penbury has a very elaborate skincare routine, one that even rivals that of his sister. Firstly, he starts off his morning by simply washing his face, typically with a gentle cleansing cream. He then moves onto shaving using his favorite, hand-whipped sandalwood shaving foam and silver-plated, double-edged razor. Because he’s rich and also incredibly meticulous, Ralph also uses a straight razor specifically for shaving his neck. Once he’s finished shaving, he applies some sandalwood-scented aftershave balm to help keep his skin moisturized. He then follows this by strategically massaging his face for about ten minutes to help liven up his complexion, which is a trick he learned from his mother’s maid. Next, Ralph applies his favorite skin tonic, one which has witch hazel in it to keep any breakouts at bay. After that, he pats some Special Astringent into his skin to firm it up, which he then follows with the Elizabeth Arden Muscle Oil that he stole from his mother. Next, Ralph applies his favorite moisturizer, his favorite lip salve, and some sun protection; his preferred product is the Novena Sunproof Créme from Helena Rubenstein. Then he applies a thin sheen of powder to even out his skin tone and prevent any unwanted shine. He also applies some deodorizing talcum powder from Yardley to his body. Finally, Ralph finishes his morning routine by dabbing on a Penhaligon’s eau de toilette, likely one scented with bergamot or something woody.

Of course, that’s only for his morning routine.

For his afternoon routine (yes, he has an afternoon routine), re-cleanses his skin by applying his cleansing cream to a cotton pad, which he has dampened with his favorite tonic, and swiping it gently across his skin. He then reapplies his favorite moisturizer and some more Muscle Oil to his face before settling in for his daily afternoon nap. Exactly thirty minutes later he re-emerges from his bed to go pat some more of his tonic into his skin before reapplying his sun protection and his lip salve, and, then, re-powdering his face.

Importantly, he also uses a lavender-scented, coconut oil-based hand cream throughout the day, usually applying it after he washes his hands.

Lastly, his night routine is a bit more simplistic. Ralph begins his nighttime routine by taking a warm bath, during which he washes his body with his favorite bar of moisturizing, lavender-scented soap from Yardley. Then he moisturizes from head to toe with a lavender-scented moisturizer, something he also stole from his mother, before applying his After Shower Powder. Then, he begins to pay particular attention to his face once more by cleansing his skin with his cleansing cream, just as he did during his previous routines. He then follows this by patting some skin tonic and Special Astringent into his skin much like he did during his morning routine. Ralph then applies some more anti-wrinkle cream, lip salve, and moisturizer, putting a bit more than necessary so it’ll soak in overnight. To cap it all off, if his skin has been particularly dry lately, he then applies some of the Orange Skin Food from Elizabeth Arden to help keep his skin well-hydrated while he sleeps.

I love Ralph Penbury with my whole heart, but boy is he extra in just about everything he does. Honestly, that kind of makes me love him more.

Billy Knight’s skincare routine sort of fluctuates with his mental state. When he’s in a more depressive state, skincare becomes entirely irrelevant. However, when he’s in a more manic state, skincare can sometimes become a compulsion, though it typically just becomes irrelevant much like it is during his depressive states. When his moods are more stable, though, he does pretty well at keeping up with a decent routine. Some mornings he’ll use a basic cleanser and follow it up with one of those lotions that’s meant for your face and body, though he really only uses it on his face. Typically, though, he just uses the cleanser in the shower and applies the lotion once he gets out, mostly because he doesn’t like how water always gets everywhere when he washes his face in the sink. Billy also sometimes puts vaseline on his lips before bed, but usually only in the winter when they’re more prone to getting dry and cracked. All three products were acquired at random from the nearest pharmacy.

Tom Grant’s skincare routine is truly tragic. To start, he washes his face in the shower every morning with the same bar of soap he uses for the rest of his body. Coincidentally, that’s also where his skincare routine usually ends. The man almost never puts lotion on and, when he does, he only applies it to driest spots on his body and nowhere else. Tom’s not totally awful when it comes to skincare, though. He does, at least, wear sunscreen, but only during the summer when he knows he’ll be outside for a while, and he reapplies it very infrequently. He’ll also do a face mask with you if you offer him one. But that’s about the full extent of skincare for him.

[coqxettee]

Spring Night Routine

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My current Spring night routine, that hopefully inspires you guys and gives you some structure and ideas on how you can plan out your seasonal night routine this Spring ༓ ☾.｡*ﾟ+

6PM - I try to finish all *work* and projects for the day, I try not to go on my phone so much as the evening goes on ♡

6:30PM - I either have an evening shower and take off my makeup/do my skincare early so I can spend the rest of the evening doing wind-down activities and getting ready for the night. I put my pyjamas on and light a candle in my room so that it smells fresh and lovely when I go back in later ♡

7:00PM - I’ll have a late dinner and usually watch an episode of something comforting whilst I eat. Sometimes this can also be a movie, any Spring seasonal movie of an evening makes me so happy and reminds me it’s this time of year. This is also when I’ll either have a sweet treat or snack or something I’ve either bought from the bakery or baked myself in the day. I know it’s not good to eat late, especially sugar but I try to leave a good gap between the time I eat and the time I go to sleep ♡

8:00/8:30PM - I will go back into my bedroom and put some classical music on or lullaby instrumentals as I find they make me feel the most relaxed and sleepy. Then I give my room a once over tidy so it’s clean when I wake up in the morning. I pick out an outfit for the next day and either lay it out or hang it up ♡

9:00PM - I’ll brush my hair out one last time for the day and tie it back to sleep in. Then I’ll write my to-do list for the next day (usually at my desk with the candle until I blow it out) I also journal for around 15 minutes, just about how my day was ♡

9:30PM/10:00PM - I will either spend some time with my parents before I go into my own room, get into bed and watch an episode of something comforting (usually Anime) read until I feel sleepy, then I go to sleep ♡

I hope you liked this Spring Night routine, I’ll upload my current Morning routine soon. Sending love and whimsical wishes to you all ☽

All my love…

Kellen ✨🌙

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[slashhinginghasher]

Cricket and Marena first meeting let's goooooo

This was supposed to be a "miscommunication teehee" piece but it turned into angst at the end whoops

As always, Cricket belongs to the phenomenal @thesightstoshowyou

~

Spring break meant a month spent in Jesse’s penthouse in the Florida Keys. Having never been to college, or any school really, the concept held no weight in Marena’s mind, but apparently it was like Christmas for Chromeskull. The massive influx of visitors from all across the country made for a bounty of easy prey, and the cops’ attempts to control the chaos of the drunken partiers kept them too busy to worry about some pesky murders - at least until the tapes started rolling in a few weeks later. For Marena’s part, it meant people in brightly colored clothes making a lot of noise on the beach below while she watched from the security of the penthouse’s lofty patio, getting her brains fucked out multiple times a day as the excitement of the hunt cranked Jesse’s libido up to nearly unmanageable levels, and a lingering worry that the Miami homicide department would somehow sense she was back in the area.

She would never understand how Jesse returned to the same murder spots again and again with such confidence. The mask helped, she supposed.

Marena was curled up with a book on one of the sitting room sofas while Jesse showered off the sweat from his morning workout (mercifully, one involving his private gym and not her today). She’d started reading a lot more, in both English and Russian, after being acquired by Jesse, and what had once been a laborious task was now something she actually enjoyed. The novel before her, though, was dense and confusing enough that she felt like she was twelve years old and just learning to read all over again. She’d had to start making notes on a scrap of paper just to keep track of what the hell was going on.

The lock on the front door clicked open. Her head jerked up at the sound. The maintenance staff for all of Jesse’s properties were strictly on-call - no regularly scheduled visits, lest someone walk in on something they shouldn’t see. Was it the cops? The FBI? She’d have expected a battering ram in that case, although it wouldn’t work on the reinforced door.

Setting her book down on the coffee table, Marena slipped her hand into her pocket to grab her knife and listened as hard as she could. There were a few muffled shuffles and thumps, a brief murmur of voices. The shower was no longer running, but Jesse had a skincare routine that rivaled that of a high-class hooker, so it would be some time before he emerged. (She had mentioned the hooker thing to Jesse exactly once, and he’d choked her so hard she blacked out the next time they had sex, which was approximately two minutes after she made the comment.) She would have to be the frontline against whatever intruder was coming down the hall.

Asa fucking Emory walked in, carrying several duffel bags, trailed by a pretty brunette woman in a sage green sundress.

Marena’s spine stiffened as she locked eyes with the predator on the other side of the room. Asa’s face was an impassive mask, but she could tell by the flashing of his eyes that he was hardly thrilled by her presence. To say their first and only meeting had been… fraught would be an understatement. Much of it felt like a fever dream to her, being of neither sound mind or body at the time. Jesse had later told her that it was only his direct and insistent interference that kept her from being turned into one of the mutilated creations that Asa crafted at his torturemurder hotel.

But none of that explained what Asa was doing here now. Did he have some sort of timeshare on the apartment? Had Jesse invited him to join in on the spring break slaughter party? And who the hell was the woman clasping her hands nervously behind him?

“Marena,” Asa said icily.

“Dr. Emory,” Marena replied, equally glacial.

He glanced around the room.

“Where is he?”

“Shower.”

Asa sighed heavily through his nose, as though Jesse’s inconvenient hygiene schedule was Marena’s fault. The mystery woman bit her lip. She opened her mouth. Reconsidered, closed it again. Her eyes bounced between Asa and Marena. Beautiful eyes: one warm brown, the other mossy green. She took a small, fortifying breath and spoke up in a timid whisper.

“As-”

“Quiet,” Asa snapped, and she immediately shut her mouth again with an audible click, shrinking back into herself.

Marena felt a pit forming in her stomach. A phantom smell of perfume, sweat, and blood on the back of her tongue. She was gripping the knife so tightly she could feel the filigreed pattern of the handle imprinting itself on her skin. This was so, so not good.

Asa’s gaze was lingering on her bare neck. She’d had a thick leather collar the last time they saw each other. What did he make of its absence now?

The stalemate was broken when Jesse sauntered in, clad in nothing but his silk boxers and a towel around his neck. He grinned broadly, so clearly he was expecting the company and had conveniently neglected to tell Marena.

“Took your sweet time getting here.”

“You don’t get to lecture me about punctuality, Cromeans,” Asa growled.

Jesse chuckled, then looked over at the woman, who had straightened fractionally when he walked into the room but was still half hidden behind Asa’s broad shoulders.

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re getting all shy on me now,” he said, followed by an unfamiliar sign that must have been the woman’s name. She gave him a little wave and a quiet “hi”.

“Manners, Cricket.”

“Sorry, Sir.” The woman, Cricket, stepped fully into view and folded her hands in front of her. “It’s good to see you again, Daddy.”

Marena choked, on air or spit or her own incredulity. All eyes turned on her when she started to cough: Cricket’s quickly dropping to the floor, Asa’s as cold as ever, and Jesse’s dancing with mirth. The latter was smirking, that smug, shit-stirring grin he wore whenever he did something he knew would get under Marena’s skin. She glared at him while she tried to get her breathing under control, knowing he could read her face as easily as she could read his.

Fucking really?!

Fucking really, baby. C’mon, don’t you wanna try it out?

“There are so many things wrong with you,” she croaked. “What the fuck.”

There was a soft, terrified gasp from Cricket but Marena was already walking away. Jesse grabbed her arm as she passed and she tried to recoil - “don’t fucking touch me, god” - but of course he didn’t listen, reeling her in and planting a kiss square on her mouth before releasing her and sending her on her way with a swat on the ass.

Her shudder of disgust was almost entirely unfaked.

***

“You are far too lenient on her,” Asa groused after the door to the master bedroom slammed shut.

“Yeah, but she’s fun when she gets riled up like that.” Asa fixed him with a glare that had brought many a grown man to tears and Jesse rolled his eyes, knowing it would piss the other man off even more.

“You won’t be laughing when it’s your neck with a needle in it,” Asa snarled. He grabbed the duffel bags and stalked off to the guest bedroom, muttering uncomplimentary things under his breath. Cricket remained frozen in place, anxiously clutching at her locket. Jesse could see her brain working overtime trying to process what had just happened. She jumped when he tipped her face up with a finger under her chin.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked tremulously.

“Not at all, doll. She’s just shy.”

Cricket gave him a dubious look that made him laugh before schooling her face into neutrality.

“And Sir is… okay? With that behavior?” Oh, she was stressed stressed if she was referring to Asa as “Sir” when he wasn’t even in the room. Poor little thing.

“Doesn’t matter if Asa likes it. She’s mine.”

She mulled that over.

“That time Sir left me at the hotel overnight, he said he had to watch something for you… that was her?”

Jesse nodded. Cricket bit at her lip. He could tell she wanted to ask about what had happened that night, but she was a good girl. She didn’t survive as long as she had by prying.

“Okay. Thank you, D-” she cut herself off, indecisive.

“Just ‘Jesse’ to you now, doll. Unless you prefer it the other way, I won’t mind.” He winked. She blushed.

“I should help Sir unpack,” she murmured, and scurried off.

***

Two of Marena’s fingernails were chewed bloody and she was going to work on finger number three when Jesse crouched down in front of her perch on the window seat.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

What was wrong? What was wrong was that someone had ripped a figure straight out of her adolescence and plunked it down in front of her like some kind of sick threat. She had known so many girls who made themselves small and sweet, the only way they knew how to survive the men who led them away every night and gave them pain, and even then it was rarely enough to save them.

“Her name is just Cricket?”

“She doesn’t need any other name.”

Dehumanizing. Reducing woman to insect.

“She wasn’t with Asa that night.”

“I asked him to keep her out of the way. He can be rather… single-minded when it comes to Cricket, and I needed his full attention on you.” Jesse shook his head indulgently. “Not that it made much of a difference in the end, huh?”

The Marena of now was already far more domesticated than the Marena of eighteen months ago, but maybe that wasn’t enough for Jesse anymore. Maybe this was his subtle way of telling her what was in store, even though he was hardly a subtle man.

“How long has she been Cricket?”

“Asa’s had her for years. Since before I met him. She was actually part of my welcoming committee.”

Was that nostalgia on his face? Marena felt sick. Jesse noticed her expression and frowned.

“I haven’t touched her since we met, baby. That part of our arrangement ended the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Arrangement? Jesse tried to take her hands in his, but she snatched them away.

“I don’t care who you fuck, Jesse! That’s not the goddamn issue!”

“Then TELL ME WHAT IS.”

The issue was that the woman in the other room had given up her entire self just to be able to keep breathing, and Jesse expected Marena to do something as petty as hate her. The issue was that the fate she had railed so hard against, had been willing to die to escape, was coming for her no matter what. The issue was that he wanted to turn her back into a doll, and whether he succeeded or killed her, she lost either way. The issue was that he had always been on the other end of the knife, had never had to fight against being made into something lesser than himself. The issue was that all of her pain and fear and heartbreak meant nothing because he decided it didn’t. Her life wasn’t hers, it never had been and it never would be, and the latest reminder of that was cupping her cheek in his hand and staring at her like she was a silly little girl.

Please understand, she begged him with her eyes. I need you to understand.

He didn’t. He thought he did, but he was wrong. He thought she was jealous and lying about it for the sake of her pride. He would go out tonight and turn some other girl she didn’t have the bandwidth to care about into a carcass, and then he would come back and kiss her and fuck her and make her cum and she would like it and hate herself for liking it. They would fall asleep and she would have nightmares that left her chest and throat aching with unvoiced screams.

She let him kiss her without complaint before he got dressed, and again before he left the room. She slumped against the window and watched all the scurrying little ants on the beach below. She felt numb. Doll-like.

[sloppy-sybarite]

Start Gymming.

Cardio, Pilates, Light Lifting, Rowing, Incline Walking, and Sauna. All you need to get toned. I do all of this and spend around an hour and ten minutes at the gym every day, I walk for fun, and I feel and look amazing. My arms and legs are toned, my stomach looks great, and I’m so much more limber and look forward to working out. I set a goal to go to the gym every day for 30 days and I was looking forward to it and seeing real results by the 21st day, I made friends and found a workout partner, and picked up a new hobby. I go to the gym for aesthetic reasons and there’s nothing wrong with admitting that but I also make sure to have a good time as well.

Eyebrow and Eyelash Serum Religiously.

I mean it, the eyes are the windows to your soul and your brows and lashes frame your eyes. I use The Ordinary’s Brow and Lash serum and I swear by it; it works miracles to help my brows and lashes look lush, feel healthy, and grow super quickly. I used three other serums before I settled on The Ordinary’s serum and found that I didn’t love the results and that the price I was paying was ridiculous. You don’t need to buy any super expensive products and you shouldn’t chase after dream results or expect to see them without remaining consistent but I do think that a good lash and brow serum can work wonders.

Better Eating.

Intuitive eating, calorie deficit eating, cooking at home more often, eating more, mending your terrible relationship with food, whatever you want to call it. We could all eat a little bit better and start creating healthy habits and they don’t need to revolve around losing weight, you create your own goals and you can tailor them to what works best for you and what you need to do. I’m not going to go on a long rant and tell you when and what you should be eating or make meal plans for anyone but I do encourage finding a happy medium and figuring out ways to make the thought of food less stressful. I think tnat most women these days have issues with eating too much or not eating enough and it’s good to find ways to not feel guilt when eating and ways to find eating pleasurable again.

Getting Outside.

Spring has finally sprung, the weather has gotten better, and it’s time to get outside again. It’s so important to get fresh air and sunlight and you should be doing your best to spend some time outside every day. I walk on my lunch breaks and in the mornings, I walk my cat, and I try to eat outside and do an outdoor activity on the weekends and I think it’s good for me.

Haircare and Skincare.

Every woman needs a haircare and skincare routine, that’s all. Everyone has skin but no matter your skin type, you do need to use a moisturiser, everyone should exfoliate twice weekly, I wash my makeup brushes and sponges every week and as needed too, I think that you should be double cleansing, and everyone of every colour needs sunscreen. Moving on to hair, everyone should have a washing and conditioning routine and schedule, you should do a hair masque once a week or a hot oiling treatment, and I think hair glossing should be done twice a month for the best look. You should be investing in your skincare and haircare so that you feel confident when you’re barefaced.

Water and Supplements.

I have a whole list of supplements and medications that I take every day and I think they help me greatly, I drink nearly a gallon of water and have cut down on the Diet Coke, and I feel good. I had a blood test and started taking an iron supplement a while back and also decided to take folic acid and I’ve felt much better, I take B-12 which helps calm the jitters I get from my Vyvanse, and I take chlorophyll as an addition to my water and I’m in love with it.

Laundry.

I do laundry thrice weekly and then whenever is needed outside of that. I wash my clothes on Saturdays and my sheets on Sundays and Wednesdays, I use bleach and a heavy sanitiser, I have a routine for washing my white clothes, and it’s a pain in the ass but I look and feel good, I don’t smell like my cat, and it feels good to be so on top of things. I also vacuum and clean twice weekly, I make sure that there are no dishes in the sink, and I keep my closet and living space as tidy as possible. It feels good to have a clean home and clean clothes and you won’t ever regret creating positive habits.

Friendships.

I believe in having friends but also being comfortable having boundaries; the woman who insists upon being the friend of everyone is the friend of no one - including herself. It’s important to surround yourself with people but it’s not worth doing that unless they’re good people who you’re able to call out, have boundaries with, and maintain positive relationships with. If your friends don’t have positive energy, don’t treat you well, and you don’t feel good around them plus aren’t able to grow alongside them, then you should consider moving on from the friendship.

Casual Dating.

Your late teens and early twenties should be reserved for casual dating and self growth. You should feel as if every relationship you get into has to end in marriage, you shouldn’t be overly stressed about the idea of marriage, and you should feel desperate. You won’t do well if you have never had a boyfriend/dated/had sex and you feel forced to do so by society. There’s nothing wrong with casual dates, meeting people, and having a good time and not every man should be taken seriously. Don’t waste your tears on men, don’t sleep with anyone you don’t want to, and make sure to have fun. Dating is only as serious as you want it to be.

Responsibility.

I have this talk with Oma all the time and I believe her when she tells me that the first and only person I’m responsible for is myself. I’m not responsible for living up to her ideals, I’m not responsible for impressing my parents or my parents’ friends, I’m not supposed to live for anyone but myself and all that matters is living in a way that makes me proud. Your life is yours to live and you’re the one who’ll have to live with yourself once everyone you know is gone, don’t fall into the trap of letting others live vicariously through you, don’t chase after ideals and fates that were never your own, and try your best to take responsibility for your own actions.