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the-californicationist · 5 months

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The Fox & the Hound (Ch. 01)

Inspired by a tag on @ceilidho's tumblr post reblogged by @garbagecompactor3263827 where Johnny wants to sink his teeth into a newbie porn star.

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You watched him prep in the shared bathroom. People were bustling in and out, and a lighting manager was handing him a fresh razor, reaching over him for her films. He trimmed around his fat, flaccid cock with a practiced hand, getting the hairs just right. Part of you wished it was still the 80s when bush was en vogue . The rest of him remained furry, thankfully, and just as you were about to tend to your own garden, he caught you looking. That same glint in his eyes sparkled, like a hound that had spotted the writhing tail of its fox, ready to crack its bones in his huge maw. He’d been looking at you like that all day. He laughed, but he didn’t ride you for gawking. If anything, he looked a little relieved. What had you gotten yourself into?

Nothing had gone according to plan. This was your first real shoot, and the original actor who had set you up with this production company wasn’t even in the film. Film , your internal monologue chided you, it’s a porno, you filthy slut . Okay, a porn film. You’d sent nude photos here and there, and you’d even landed in Playboy as a back-page lube advert girl. It was a start. But, now, here you were about to shoot your first porno , and the only thing you knew about this guy was that he had fought for this part.

He was beyond famous. You’d heard that Johnny Dangerous was the man of the hour, and that most of the girls who needed to boost their bankrolls called him up to ask him to co-star. You’d never even heard of him until today, and after hanging around the catering cart, you learned that he was the one who had paid actual money to star with you.

It was probably some power play. Maybe it was your novelty. Banging the brand new porn actress must have been some sort of game. You didn’t care. This one gig was about to pay off your loans and buy you a brand new car all at the same time. You just needed to survive Mr. Dangerous.

“Honey, are you comin’? We gotta shoot outside before the sun goes down.”

The voice came from the doorway, but you weren’t the honey, for once. They were talking to him. He didn’t answer. He just nodded, dismissing them, throwing his bright green swim shorts back on and rubbing the remainder of the oil into his broad chest. He was staring at you, biting hard at the inside of his cheek like he had a secret. Then, his expression became resolute, and he spoke to you softly, the way you do when you’re trying to coax a cat out from under a car,

“You gonna make it, lass?”

“Yeah,” you swiped on some waterproof mascara as an excuse to stare into the mirror and not at him, “I’m just a little nervous, that’s all. That seems normal.”

“It is,” Johnny moved closer to you, fluffing his own eyebrows in the mirror right alongside you, “Very normal. I’ll take care of you, hen. Nothin’ to worry your wee head about.”

You smiled. You didn’t want to thank him, exactly, but you wanted to be nice. Cordial. Professional.

It wasn’t very professional of you to stare at the way his cock bounced as he adjusted his shorts, though, was it?

Then, to your shock, he leaned down and planted a kiss on the corner of your lips, tasting your sticky, cherry gloss, and saying,

"See you in a bit, bonnie. Gonna make you feel real good."

You stopped. He was gone, and for the first time that afternoon, you were alone. He lingered in all of the cracks and crevices of you, though. Now that he had pressed his lips to you, the spell had begun, and you realized you’d be fucking this man for hours. You drank your water from your icy jug, trying to turn it into liquid courage.

“Okay, okay, uhh… cute, yeah. Love it,” the director, Mike, appraised you like he worked on an assembly line, swooshing you over to the diving board with his hand, clutching a venti Starbucks cup in the other, “You look great, babe. Go sit on the diving board and let’s do a little preamble. Feel yourself up, pretend that you’re sunbathing in Malibu and not fuckin’ Santa Clarita, mkay?”

You made your way over to the diving board, walking in a way that you assumed was sexual, making a sexual face, and moving your hands across your tits…sexually. You thought it was a fine job until you heard the cut whistle.

Mike was behind four people, two cameras, and an iPad when he shouted at you again,

“This isn’t a goddamn church service, babe. C’mon. I get hard when Chuy over here drives too fast, and this is not doin’ it.”

“Sorry,” you said, moving back to your mark, determined to be positively the sexiest sunbather he had ever seen.

“Mikey,” you heard Johnny’s voice call out, “Lemme kick it off.”

“Shut up, Johnny. I can’t afford your extra minutes, you skank,” Mike laughed and sipped his triple caramel mochaccino.

Johnny came out from his shaded tent and cut his eyes at Mike before staring right at you,

“No charge. Just want it to be right.”

“Ugh,” Mike rolled his eyes behind his too-small sunglasses, “You and your…” he used scare quotes, “... art . Fine. Whatever. I just don’t want to shoot in the goddamn dark, so hurry up.”

Johnny walked around the pool, stroking himself across his shorts to stay hard. He was so thick that it looked like he was petting a handle of vodka back and forth. You tried to control your face, but you were getting more and more nervous as he came closer and closer to you.

“C’mere, bonnie,” he pulled you up from the diving board and held you in his arms.

If it wasn’t for the twenty people sweating to death in black tech clothes and eating dried-out hummus from foam plates standing around you, you would have felt like you were at your high school formal, being cradled gently in hands that wanted to do so much more.

“Eyes on me,” he whispered.

You obeyed, for some reason. There was nothing else to do but obey him.

When he bent to kiss you, you knew it was for the cameras, because the angle of his face was open and softly spread so that the way he sucked your lips into his mouth would be seen by A and B-roll film. You kissed him back, trying to turn the sexiness up to eleven, rubbing your hands on his rigid cock to appear wanton and needy.

He shuddered, and you thought you’d done something wrong. The look in his eyes told a different story. They were feverish, daring, and his pupils were fully blown. You could smell the coconut sunscreen someone had applied to him, and you could feel his breathing quicken in his huge body.

Mike’s nasally voice came over the speakers,

“Let’s get a boom in there and pick up some of the kissing noise, please. Also, Johnny, some of your famous accent there, baby. You know what the ladies like.”

You were being kissed again, now set up for everyone to hear. He was devouring you, and you tried to keep your footing, grabbing his hulking shoulders and running your hands across his hirsute form. His muscles rippled and stretched beneath your touch, and he spoke his lines,

“Thought you would sneak into my wee pool, did ya, hen?”

You gave your voice a high-pitched lilt,

“Yes, I just wanted to get nice and tan.”

“Aye?” He pulled the tie on your bikini top, “Wouldn’t wanna get any tan lines, huh?”

You shook your head no, kissing his bare chest and feeling the top slither off of you to hang around your waist.

“Wow,” his voice had changed its timbre, “Look at these pretty tits. Jesus…”

Johnny brought his mouth down to your nipple and sucked on it, licking on your beaded nub until it tightened for him, making sure to allow the camera man a full view of your perky breasts as they filled his hands.

You moaned, and then you remembered to moan the right way, high and whiny. The higher the pitch, the higher the profit, they’d said.

Johnny stopped suddenly, looking you in your eyes,

“Go back, lass. The first way. Do it the first way.”

“Johnny!” Mike complained, “Do you wanna come sit in this fuckin’ chair, or are you gonna focus on gettin’ your fat dick wet? Stop directing mid-scene. Cut. Cut. Start over with the tit sucking, and we’ll take it from the top,” Mike changed the tone of his voice and smiled at you, “You’re doing great, babe. Ten outta ten.”

You felt Johnny move his mouth to you again, but this time, his eyes were watching you, looking at you and waiting for you to make a choice. He was eager to make you moan, sucking hard and then soft, letting his long tongue lave over you like an animal, nibbling at your skin and making your blood rush to the surface.

You moaned for real, testing the waters. Johnny smiled so wide you could see his back teeth, his jaw open and parting to let his tongue come forward to do its work.

“Tha’s it, hen. Lemme hear you.”

His enormous hand squeezed your other breast, and he moved his mouth between them, stirring up your pleasure like a whisk in cream. Soft peaks.

You obliged. The more you moaned, the more he fondled. He was yanking at your strings and ripping the bikini from you quicker than you had assumed he would be, especially since you were still in the outdoor scene. Wasn’t this all supposed to be inside?

“Christ,” Mike groaned, “I look at my email for five seconds and you’re almost nose-deep in her asshole? Johnny, this was supposed to be at couch scene three. Can - hey! Can somebody get him a book?”

Someone handed him a book, and he tossed it in the bushes,

“I dinnae care if it’s scene five thousand, Mikey. Just shoot it vérité, mate. Just like old times,” Johnny barked. He was getting more and more ruffled as Mike kept cutting in, almost like he was impatient to be done with it. Done with you?

Mike turned his head to his assistant and asked,

“How many minutes do we have? Are we good? Okay. Okay!” He threw up his hands, “Okay, Johnny, you prima donna bitch. Let’s take it inside.”

The Someone with the book now passed Johnny his robe and he shouldered it on. He looked around and barked again,

“Aye! Hers? Give it here.”

He then had your robe in his hands and put it over you, cloaking you in its soft terrycloth, making sure you were covered. It was such an abrupt stop to your pleasure, one that you were not used to making, and your body railed you for it. Your pussy throbbed, your nipples ached, and your belly was full of butterflies. He held your hand as you walked inside. Just as you were about to get into position four on couch three, he pulled you back, nodding up at Mike and his team of people.

“Okay, lets get lighting on couch scene three, Billy. Hey! Hotdog! I didn’t say pull the lamp. Put the lamp back. Thanks, my man. Two more clicks on the warm light. Okay, gross, one click. Perfecto.”

Mike’s head popped over his iPad,

“You lovebirds ready for scene three?”

“Hang on,” Johnny grumbled, removing his swim trunks and flip-flops.

He positioned himself on the couch and spread his legs, jerking himself back to full hardness and staring right at you as he did so.

“C’mon, bonnie. I’m ready for you.”

You made your way over to the couch and knelt down. You didn’t mean to, but you hissed when your knees hit the cold, hard tiles.

“Sorry!” You whispered to him.

He took his hands off his cock and pulled you onto the couch with him,

“Here, bonnie girl. Like this instead, yeah?”

Johnny pushed himself out along the length of the couch so that you were both laying on it. You placed your knees on the arm of it, raising your bare ass in the air for B-roll shots, your face perfectly positioned at Johnny’s raging hard-on. It was massive up close. His plump head and thick rod had seemed normal in his huge hands, but now that your small fingers were wrapped around him, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“Okay, fuck,” Mike smiled, drinking his coffee and nodding, “That’s hot. Good call, new girl. Smart.”

You smiled back at Mike, grateful for the praise, feeling like you were going to knock it out of the park. Then, Johnny’s cruel hand grabbed your hair and turned your head up to stare into his eyes. He grinned like a demon,

“You don’t have to smile at him, lass. He’s a fuckin’ bawbag.”

“JD! Can we get on with it?” Mike rolled his eyes.

You got on with it. Something in Johnny’s demeanor had stirred a dark place in your belly. He was possessive, and he didn’t like you smiling at Mike. He did like the way you took each of his balls in your mouth and sucked on them with loose, pouty lips. His moans were cut short, not wanting to over-saturate the reel with male grunting sounds. Apparently, the straight male audience wasn’t a fan of anyone’s grunting but their own.

He also liked when you tried to take him into your throat, moving your head as far as you could down his shaft, choking on his cock until you felt drool coat the inside of your mouth. You spit it onto him, and he wrenched his eyes shut, unable to watch you fuck your own face with his shaft.

“Okay, while Johnny’s taking a nap or whatever that face is, let’s get B-roll in here for her mouth. Also, let’s take a minute or so of that gorgeous ass she’s got up there for us. That’s gonna be money, my friend. You are gonna be Miss Popular!”

In the place where you were staring before, Johnny’s face of agony and bliss, now there was a big, black lens. You could see yourself, bobbing up and down hungrily, and you pulled out all the stops. You suckled gently on his glans, lapping up his precome dutifully, enjoying it enough to moan again.

He jumped, and Johnny’s hand snaked its way under the camera to squeeze the life out of his shaft.

“Hey, mate, move to B-roll of her ass, would ya?”

The camera man laughed,

“About to lose it, Johnny? I thought she was the newbie.”

“Shut up, mate.”

You stayed stock still, watching as the camera moved to your rear end, feeling beyond exposed. You played with your pussy, spreading it open, fingering yourself, all of the things you were supposed to do. And, to be honest, it felt great. You needed to come so badly, a warm breeze would have been sexy to you at this point.

Johnny stared down at you, his dick still in the prison of his fist, panting,

“How are we doin’, lass?”

“Good, you?” You appreciated the check-in.

“Good. Ready to fuck you. So damn ready.”

His voice and his eyes were predatory. You felt like his prey. Prey had claws, too, though. So, you licked his shaft again, and you fed his own line back to him,

“I’m gonna come so fast. You’re gonna make me feel so good, baby.”

His face changed into a look of shock. Just then, Mike rang the bell,

“Alright, it’s couch doggy and - what does this say?”

“Light,” someone told him.

“Okay, light spanking? You okay with that new girl? It says you signed off on it.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged.

“Okie dokie, just checking. Sweet. Let’s get there.”

Johnny was standing at the arm of the couch, positioned behind you were you couldn’t see him. You felt his hands rub your cheeks and spread them wide, opening your core up to him. Then, that long tongue was lapping up your wetness, and he was talking with his mouth full,

“Mmf, so wet for me, lassie. That’s my good girl.”

Your pussy clenched and you knew he could see it. You thought he might laugh or make some other comment, but he kept your secret, licking the inside of you with soft, languid strokes, you gave him another clench - this time on purpose - waiting to see if you could rile him up again.

“Oh, fuck,” Johnny moaned, “You’re so ready for me. Fuck me, wait.”

He stopped eating you out, which was the opposite of what you were going for. This shoot was a disaster, and you really needed this gig.

“I’m sorry!” You said, turning around.

“What?” His brow furrowed, “No, just wait. Mike!”

“What is it now? Johnny - this is why I didn’t call you about Manuel Ferrara’s gangbang.”

“I just need my bag.”

Mike’s sigh was theatrical,

“Everyone take five.”

The bell went off again. You sat on the couch and the same someone brought you your robe and a water. You smiled and thanked them. Johnny had disappeared, but when he came back, he was wearing a thick, black cock ring, tightly secured around his shaft and balls.

“Okay,” he sighed, sitting by you on the couch, robeless.

“Are you alright?” You asked, offering him some of your water.

He took it, gulping down two huge swallows before responding,

“Aye, lass. Just had to stop myself from ending this show too soon.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise,

“I thought it was for the opposite reason. Must be hard to keep it up for such a long time, especially with all these breaks.”

He laughed,

“Usually, yeah. But, not today.”

His eyes were raking over you, still hungry for you even though he’d seen it all already. It would have been a lie to say you weren’t hungry for him, too. It was intoxicating, the way he stared at you, eager and joyful. You weren’t surprised he was so popular.

“Annnnnd, we’re back, people! Baby, could you perch up there again, please? Now that Mr. Princess is done preening, we can shoot a fucking porno.”

You repositioned yourself back to where you were, and someone came by to re-oil your ass cheeks. They felt shiny, and you hoped you looked great. Watching the film was going to be humbling, but this was your first time and you were learning so much.

Johnny took his place behind you, and you felt the familiar, heavy slap of a cockhead on your pussy lips, sticky and exciting. You gasped. He responded,

“That’s right, hen. It’s time for your reward.”

He began to feed his head into you, and the crown of it popped into your hole with some resistance. Behind you, his thick fingers spread your cheeks apart, and you felt one hand leave just to return in a sharp smack. You cried out louder. He sank in a little deeper, moaning right along with you. He slapped your ass again and growled,

“Fuuuuuuck, that’s too tight, that’s too tight. Oh, Jesus.”

You keened, embarrassed, but unable to stop the noise that came out of your mouth.

“You like it, lass? Gettin’ this pretty little cunt all stretched out for me. Gonna make you beg for this cock and only this fuckin’ cock, ain’t that right?”

“Yeah,” you moaned, your voice straining, “Only this cock, baby. Fuck me nice and hard.”

You regretted every word because he was pleased to oblige you. He slammed himself down into your aching hole, pressing through your walls, through your wetness and the oil and the lube, and it still wasn’t enough. You felt like you were tearing apart, especially when he pressed you onto his hilt.

Everything slowed way down. You saw white, for a moment, and you felt tears well up in your eyes, burning on their way down your cheeks. He was trying to ease you though it, but you were coming on him. Your whole body was shaking and trembling, and his girth was forcing an orgasm to rattle through your core. You even felt him fighting to stay inside of you, battling against your tightening walls, desperate to keep his position, nestled at your womb, deep within you.

“Oh, fuck! Lass! Holy God, that pussy is tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You felt him slap you again, but the sting was gone. Your body had flooded you with orgasmic endorphins and adrenilne, and it was going to take a lot more than a “light spanking” to get your attention away from the cosmic nova exploding in your belly.

Johnny’s thrusts were that of a hungry beast. He didn’t falter, nor slow, nor stop to check and see if you were even still alive. He was chasing himself down inside of you like a dog with its tail. Over and over and over, you felt the heavy weight of him pushed forward, smacking into you, feeling his hips snap repeatedly spearing your core with his enormous rod. He was grunting with abandon now, just barking out cries along with you, and when you looked at him over your shoulder, his face was bent and twisted in such a rage that it frightened you. He looked inhuman.

Suddenly, you were lifted from the couch, and his hands were around you. He flipped you over and held your thighs pressed down to your chest, creating an even deeper angle. You regained your thoughts quickly enough to hold your legs pinned for him, only half-worried that you’d tumble off the couch.

You weren’t sure it was possible though, since his grip on your waist was so punishingly tight. He was fucking you so hard and so fast that you were feeling it in your bones. Your hips were taking the brunt of his sex-fueled wrath, and you knew you were going to be sore tomorrow.

Then, his fingers found your clit, rubbing accurate and pleasure-filled circles around and around, making your lips swell with intensity. You were going to come again, and you told him so,

“Johnny… you’re gonna make me come, baby.”

“Come,” he snarled down at you, his eyes wild and haunted, “Come on me. I wanna feel you fuckin’ squeeze me out. Come. Come. Come, lass. Come for me, pretty girl. Oh! Oh, there it is. Yes, yes, yes, good girl. Good girl. Fuck!”

He rode you through your orgasm and stalled, leaving himself inside of your fluttering walls, basking in the sensation, trying to catch his breath. Johnny sat on the couch and you climbed into his lap, taking his cock in your hands and guiding it back into your dripping hole.

“Bonnie,” he sighed, kissing your neck and grabbing your ass in both of his hands, “You feel like heaven. God, baby, don’t stop. Just like that, don’t stop.”

You were rocking back and forth on him, and you could feel his swollen head rubbing at the end of your pussy, bullying your cervix, making you feel too full.

“It’s too much, baby,” you confessed, squishing your breasts together and letting him move his mouth across your nipples once again, “You’re too big. Filling me up… I’m so full.”

“You’re so tight, lass.”

He said it like a prayer. His eyes were glassy as they stared up at you. All of his bravado and flirtatiousness was gone, and it had been replaced by boyish wonder. It was as if it was his first time to feel the inside of a woman, to be hugged, warm and wet, engulfed in her core and playing within her the oldest song known to man. You sang it for him, not for profit anymore. His bewtichment was complete. You were totally and completely ensnared by him.

Then, he held you to him, clutching you to his chest and screaming out loud, braying and writhing beneath you. He was coming. You felt him pulse, over and over, spilling and foaming and frothing around the edges of your hole, soaking you from the inside.

You rode him slowly, back down from his high, and he gasped with every roll of your hips, looking at you in some sort of horrible ecstasy.

Mike’s bell went off in your ear.

“Okay, folks! Thanks so much. Let’s wrap it. I’m sure some of this is salvageable. Johnny, and uh… whatever your name is, you still owe me garden scene six and upstairs… um, is it pool table? It’s pool table. Wanna be back here tomorrow at two?”

Johnny gave an exhausted thumbs up, and so did you, finally sliding yourself off of him with a wet milky sound.

“Um,” you tried to catch your breath, “Thanks, for helping me today. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked at you quizzically, almost a little hurt. It was a confusing face to see, but you didn’t really know him that well, so you waited for his reply.

“Sure, bonnie.”

You untangled your legs from him and pulled on your robe, leaving him on the couch. You needed a shower and some brand of fast food, as soon as physically possible.

The bathroom was steaming when you hopped in, and you were covered head to toe in coconut smelling soap when you heard a knock at the door.

“Uh, come in?” You peeked around the glass partition.

It was Johnny.

“Got room for one more, lass?”

You looked around behind him, half-expecting a camera to pop out. He noticed your reticence, and he shook his head,

“Nevermind. Forget I asked.”

“Hey, yeah. Sure, if you want. Come on in,” you moved deeper into the shower, letting him step into the billowing steam.

At first, he was silent, just washing himself, scraping the suds over his body and sharing the water with you. But, then, he asked,

“Wanna get a bite? I’m starvin’ to death.”

“Me, too,” you laughed.

“Class,” he smiled.

There was another long pause, and then when you turned off the water, he stepped into your space, too close to be friendly,

“What if I was still hungry for you as well, hen? What would you say to that?”

The water dripped from the head of the shower in a soft tinkling pattern. You breathed each other’s breaths, inching closer and closer until your lips touched his wide chest, the hair smeared flat from the warm water, rivulets rushing down his belly to his crotch, dripping off of him and of you.

You kissed his chest again, feeling him shudder under you as if he hadn’t just come inside of you minutes ago, packed with anxious excitement.

Smiling up at him, you took a chance,

“Your couch or mine?”

Chapter 02

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treysimp · 2 years

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Taking A Bath With Them (Part 2)

GN!Reader/TWST Third Year Boys (Cater, Idia, Lilia, Malleus, Rook, Trey, Vil)

Part 1 (Second Years) // Part 2 (This one!) // Part 3 (First Years) // Part 4 (Coming Soon!) Bonus Chapter (Coming Soon!)

Words: 3K

Tags: Reader's body not described, bathing together but no description of nudity or lewd behavior so you can imagine y'all are wearing swimsuits if you want, fluff fluff fluff handsy cute fluff

Want more TWST? Here’s my masterlist!

Cater Diamond

If you got an ad for it on MagiCam, Cater owns it! His shelves are full of the newest and shiniest self-care products, and Cater follows the routines of the stars to a T! Currently, he is very invested in Vil's skincare line, but he likes you enough to share it. Rest assured that the second you see a sold-out glitter mask, Cater will have it on deck.

While Cater owns a million products he also never has the attention span to use all of them, which is great for you if you wanna snag something and steal it away to your bathroom, he doesn't mind. He's got everything in every color anyway, not to mention some of the free products he gets from people hoping for a shoutout on MagiCam. This also means that there are a million tee shirts of random brands up for grabs too, so if you and Cater wear close to the same size of anything, you can share.

When you two do get time to take a bath together, expect that it will be long and come with a whole spa day attached. Cater is a pretty handsy bathing partner, and while sometimes it is flirty and smooth, other times he is ticking you within an inch of your life. If you're a naturally ticklish person, he might not even be doing this on purpose. The sweet boy may offer to help wash and pumice your feet and ends up getting kicked in the throat. 'It was funny' he croaks through his poor crushed windpipe. Maybe he'll have to tie you down next time. He keeps that thought to himself though.

It's not easy to make time for it, but being able to do each other's hair, paint your nails (you choose the colors for each other, of course), and mess around with all sorts of gizmos and gadgets makes you feel like a little kid at a sleepover. Speaking of sleepovers, since this is a whole-day affair, expect to be having one. I hope you brought pajamas! (Or you could always steal one of those shirts).

Once you are both pampered and put together, expect a long cuddle sesh in your cuddly-soft bathrobes while scrolling through your phones and pausing to give each other a smooch or show off an 'omg have you seen this?' kind of post.

Idia Shroud

While not one to take baths in general (showers are more efficient, right?) Idia is always interested in learning more about you and what you like, so he will put up with whatever you suggest. Idia usually pulls his hair up and back out of his face when bathing, which is great for you since it allows you to appreciate his exquisite bone structure for once. If you want to style his hair, this is the time he will let you do it. You're a bit partial to how his gorgeous blue locks look in a braid or a messy bun but never expect anything other than a ponytail if Idia is the one in charge of choosing.

While Idia certainly has plenty of waterproof electronics and he would play video games in the bath if you're interested, he will settle for listening to you talk as you wash him down as well. It's hard not to be a little mad that the little introvert has a decent amount of muscle definition, but if you try to ask Idia why that is, he will be too flustered to answer.

If Idia is the one tasked with washing you, it is a little too easy to see his thought process as he tries to do a speed-scrub-100% run of your poor body. His eyes are a bit manic when this happens, and it unsettles you how quickly he goes from a blushing little darling to a back-scrubbing demon. Idia is just nervous though, and he has a habit of falling into familiar patterns when he's stressed. As long as you humor him and just gently tell him that he's allowed to slow down, he will usually realize how over the top he is on his own.

The other option is that you can challenge him to a competition (fastest to wash their hair, fastest to shave, etc) and he will have a blast. Playing to his competitive nature doesn't work in every circumstance, but when it's you he does feel like he has something to prove. Regardless of who 'wins' you will both be laughing and trash-talking with the best of them.

Leona Kingscholar

As you might have guessed, this guy loves a good soak. Leona is one for relaxing things, lavender bath salts, soothing lotions, and getting a little too pruny from overstaying in the water. That isn't to say that you're going to have an easy time getting him in the bath though, as much as he likes them when he is in one.

Washing his hair is a bit depressing as this man has the softest and most gorgeous chestnut hair in the entire world and yet there are actual sticks and leaves stuck in it due to his outdoor naps. You want to shake him, you would kill for your hair to be like his! Despite that, he looks refined and sultry no matter what you do. Regardless, seeing his hair wet and the rest of his gorgeous self sparkling with water like dewdrops on a rose in the early morning is almost sinfully indulgent.

Leona is another one who will probably mess with you with his tail, smacking you without warning on the butt to make you yelp in surprise and then having a smirk on his face for the next hour that never goes away. Despite all of the struggle and sassiness that you have to deal with, getting Leona to be loving is the one thing you will never need to coax out of him. He will actively be complaining about how long the bath is taking while pulling you to his chest for a cuddle. All of Leona's bath products are spicy and warm, and it's hard to keep your eyes open when every bone in your body wants you to just give in to a watery little nap.

If you do happen to fall asleep, surprisingly Leona will be the one to wake up first. It happens so consistently that you wonder if he's been faking it. Leona will pull your tired self out of the bath, towel you off and take you to lounge the rest of the day away in his bed. As much as he complains, seeing your sweet sleeping face makes his day, even if he does have to be a little conniving to make it happen.

Lilia Vanrouge

If you've never dyed hair before you are going to learn! Lilia loves to change his highlights on the reg and while he could get it done somewhere, isn't it just more punk rock to DIY it sometimes? If you're interested in doing your hair in unnatural colors too, Lilia would be thrilled to dye it for you! He will also use magic to change it back if you hate it, but when you ask him if he could have just been dying both of your hair with magic the whole time he will just chuckle mischievously and make a getaway. What a scamp that old man is.

As for the actual bathing, you will also have a hard time getting this man relaxed enough to chill out with you, as he is quite the chatterbox if you manage to get him into the tub. He has more than once floated above said tub playfully challenging you to ‘come and get (him)'. To the surprise of no one, he would float just barely out of your reach and cackle.

Another game that he seems to like to play you have internally named ‘back in my day’, where he tells you a frankly ridiculous story about the past and you try to decide if he is fucking with you or not. Every time you have called bullshit on him though, he comes to you later with undeniable proof that said event happened, so maybe he is messing with you less than you thought.

Lilia bathes rather simply, he soaks in the water leisurely for a bit, cleans himself off, and gets out. There is very little fuss about the process, though he is happy to go along with anything you bring for him. Fun bath products are something he enjoys, but just not on the top of his ‘weird things to collect’ list, that’s what his bedroom is for, not his bathroom.

If you ask Lilia to help you bathe, he will do so with gentle care, taking his time to enjoy every little goosebump on your flesh and count the moles, freckles, or any other distinctive markings you have. It sometimes feels like he’s drawing constellations on your back, thinking of what your body could be saying to him based on the imagined patterns. Said body means a whole lot to him, of course, but your mind is what matters. He gets a bit misty-eyed thinking about it. He’s so lucky, a loving family and the opportunity to love and be loved by someone as once-in-a-lifetime as you are? How truly wonderful.

Malleus Draconia

First things first, Malleus will insist on doing everything himself. He enjoys you trying to take the initiative and help him bathe, and he will certainly allow you, but the second you try to do anything for yourself Malleus will immediately take over. You wouldn’t want to deprive him of the chance of showing his devotion by taking care of you, would you dearest? You only have so much time together, after all. He is very persuasive in this regard, and as soon as you agree you swear that you might go blind from how dazzling his smile is.

Malleus is also one for complimenting you while also telling you what he is doing. ‘I am going to wash your hair now, my dove.’ he will say, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers and scratching the skin delicately with his nails. Nicknames are another thing that is incredibly charming about Malleus’ speech because while there are certainly normal ones in the mix, you have also heard more outdated terms spill from his lips.

One particularly memorable instance was Malleus calling you ‘dollface’, but you would never tell him that his terms of endearment were out of date, they were far too charming.

Seeing Malleus with his hair wet and pushed back is another treat, and seeing the way that his markings crown his head makes you remember just how ethereal his beauty is. You thought that the Briar Valley might be onto something when they thought Malleus worthy of worship.

When you’re done bathing, Malleus will dry both of you with a snap of his fingers, laughing any time that his doing so causes you to jump in surprise. It’s just hard to get used to magic when you don’t have any, you know? Malleus had matching robes made for the two of you, and he will coax you to sit in his lap while he reads a book, stoking your back as you fight the urge to comfortably doze in his embrace.

Malleus will pause every so often to give you a soft kiss on the hair, forehead, cheek, lips, or whatever is closest to him at that moment. It’s his way of making sure that you know he is always thinking of you, even when he’s busy.

Rook Hunt

Good luck trying to catch him long enough to find out. Rook loves taking a bath, and he especially loves seeing you bathe with him, but there is a certain amount of nervousness he has at being exposed with no weapons, so it can take some convincing at times to get him to relax with you. Once he is in the bath, you will never get that fountain of endearments to turn off, even if they start getting weird and less than flattering. ‘Oh ma cherie, you are just like a wounded animal taking its last breath!’, you ask Rook to elaborate, he ignores this request.

Rook seems to enjoy the post-bath routine rather than the bath itself, taking great joy in blowdrying both of your hair and styling them so they look just right. Rook also is a purveyor of fancy foreign lotions, and he will happily bathe you in moisturizer at a moment’s notice.

For the times that Rook is willing to settle down and relax with you, he will almost cry in appreciation if you offer him a massage or any other sort of skinship. While Rook does his utmost to care for himself with the highest ideal of beauty, he deeply craves physical contact and the kind of pampering that only someone you love can provide. He’s surprisingly obedient when this happens, happily moving into different shapes and positions to allow you to better soothe his aching muscles. He will offer you an amazing sensual experience in return, which is very difficult to turn down, given how insistent he is.

Rook feels most at ease once you are both done and back in the comfort of his room. He has dreams of the day that you both might live in the same space, his possessions mixing with yours into the perfect blend of a home that suits you both. Being with you in the dorms would have to do for now, but his heart does skip a beat if you leave something in his room ‘for later', because it’s one baby step closer to being in the shared space that he daydreams of while aiming his bow for the kill.

What a lovely day it will be when he can wake up to your face each morning, kissing you awake with sleepy giggles and a soft embrace.

Trey Clover

Being the practical one that he is, if you want to use anything other than shampoo and soap in the bath you are going to have to provide it yourself. Seeing the way that Trey’s eyes soften when you condition his hair for the first time, or the smile on his lips when you rub lotion into his chapped knuckles is worth the effort though.

He tends to chide you a bit, noting that you’re not taking as good of care of your nails as you should and lecturing you on the best ways to clean your body to not strip it of its natural oils. It sounds like he is admonishing you, but it comes from a place of love and care, I promise. While he knows the ideal ways to maintain your hygiene, it is also obvious that this man exists to pamper others rather than himself.

Trey will volunteer to do anything you ask of him, but when you opt to do things for him he is in absolute heaven. Feeling your touch on his body makes it difficult to still his heartbeat, no matter how long you both have been together, but that is just another reason he loves you, every day feels just as wonderful as the first. Trey melts under your gaze, your touch, and seeing his eyes without his glasses is breathtaking, even if it comes at the cost of him sometimes knocking every product into the tub in search of the soap.

Vil Schoenheit

I hope you are prepared, it’s gonna be a while. Vil has the most extensive list of body care and routines, they fluctuate every third Thursday and fourth Tuesday and he has a spreadsheet to keep track of it all as well.

This is an exaggeration, but not by much. However, Vil is not a hoarder. He will quiz you about your hair and skin and assign customized routines for you to follow. If you don’t follow it, he can tell. If you do follow it, he will glow with pride, lauding himself for his accomplishment. You did all the work of actually doing the routine, but it was his accomplishment. Obviously.

In the bath itself he puppets you around like you had strings attached to your limbs, barking orders to lift one arm, then another, move your leg, don’t move a hair he will be right back! You listened to him, but you were shaking in discomfort by minute three. Upon returning and seeing the earnest effort that you made, Vil did cut you some slack and kiss you on the cheek and tell you that you did a good job. That softness did dissolve rather quickly as he snapped back into a beauty drill instructor, but you appreciated the affection nevertheless.

Once your multi-hour prep is done, you do get a little time to soak together and hold Vil for a fleeting moment of decadent romance. He cuts it short so that neither of you can get pruny, which is sad but he is probably right. There is a post-bath routine as well, and you are nervous to walk on the tile with how slippery your feet are from all the unpronounceable beauty treatments they have been subjected to.

After both of you are done (Vil does not let you touch him, but he does allow you to hand him products, much like a kid handing their parents a wrench in the garage) you are allowed to relax. It is time to wear your embroidered silk robes and lay back with face masks and spa music filtering through Vil’s room. You finally start seeing the tidbits of affection as he holds your hand, kisses your hair, and thanks you for spending all of this time with him.

He treasures you, and he wants you to know that, though he can sometimes be oddly bashful about saying so. Vil will smooth the hair from your face, a look of unmistakable fondness on his face, and plant a perfect kiss on your perfectly exfoliated and moisturized lips. If bliss did exist, this was a part of it, surely.

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serosblunt · 9 months

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If u can, could u do showering with dekusquad?

I sure can my lovely, thank you so much for the request! I don’t write much for the Dekusquad so hopefully I don’t disappoint you x

DekuSquad: Showering with Them (Pt. 1)

DekuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Midoriya and Todoroki

Warnings: Mentions of nudity and hints at spicer scenes, mental health struggles; insecurity and depression are very lightly touched on.

Description: Same as my Bakusquad showering thoughts, just with Dekusquad! Part two will feature Iida, Uraraka and Tsuyu :)

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Izuku believes that relationships are first and fore-mostly built on respect, and this extends to every aspect of your lives together.

Even before you were dating, his level of respect for you knew no bounds, to the point that you had to finally make the first move and ask HIM out.

He was too worried that asking you out would somehow demean the relationship or you.

In the bathroom, and bedroom for that matter, Midoriya clearly displays this inhuman level of courtesy.

Even if the door is open, eagerly inviting him in, he always ensures he knocks before entering the room. Once he does make it into your shared ensuite, if you’re nude or in the process of undressing, he refuses to let his eyes drift from yours without express permission.

You’d honestly be amazed by the amount of self-control he possess, considering Izuku’s reckless tendencies.

As a child, Inko used to always put your green haired lover in the bathtub to wash up. This was a habit he carried through to his adult life, favouring the warm embrace of the water surrounding him from all sides.

But Izuku’s hero career took a toll on him. And as he still learnt to get a handle on his quirk, your boyfriend coming home with a cast was not an uncommon sight.

Trying to navigate waterproof coverings for the plaster, and often being left to wash himself one handed, usually forced you both into the shower.

He saw how carefully you handled him when he was like that. Despite the event becoming less and less common the stronger he became, he couldn’t help but to feel guilty every time you sighed a long breath you thought he couldn’t hear.

In Izuku’s eyes, you were at your most natural state in the bathroom, both mentally and physically. He saw your walls come down as you let the spray of your shower embrace you, washing away some of your worry and his guilt.

Hearing the soft hum of the falling water became quite meditative to him. He would often sit in the next room and listen to you singing softly, healing yourself.

Izuku was your hero, he would always have your back, but he also knew there were some things he had to let you do yourself.

Midoriya didn’t really have a skincare routine, at least for his face. He was too busy trying to torture himself into being the next All Might to have a five step routine. But his wounds and injuries did regularly need tending to with any number of creams, ointments and bandages.

Perhaps out of remorse, or more likely another way to demonstrate his undying affection for you, your boyfriend would often slather you in these same products for even the tiniest of injuries you received.

A paper cut?! Oh no! He has to find the antibacterial wash, healing balm and themed bandaids immediately!

He acts like you could lose a finger, but it’s okay. Good thing you think his concern is adorable.

It would be safe to say that your ensuite was the heart of your home- it kept beating, kept repeating the same pattern, and kept you both running for each other.

He was there for you to lean on and curl into to forget the world entirely. And you were there for him to collapse into, allowing him to remember his safe haven was still a safe place.

Shoto strives to show you all five love languages each day, he could never be convinced that you don’t deserve the best of everything the world has to offer.

But try as he might, his love of gift giving quite often exceeds the other languages by some distance.

Although Shoto rejects his father, his money does come in handy when it comes to buying you all the expensive self-care products you add to your wish list, often accompanied by a longing sigh.

Little do you know.

What can he say? He loves to spoil you.

When it came to his own skincare routine, the young Todoroki was already quite rigid about this process before he met you. He had trialled product after product for years on end to aid the prolonged effects of his scar.

He had even toyed with the idea of cosmetic surgery at one point. Ultimately, you managed to convince him that his scar was something to display- a mark of his family’s impact on him, no matter how he may feel about them.

Similarly, you were very secure in the knowledge that if your boyfriend wanted your advice on the subject, he would absolutely ask for it. But in the meantime, you left him to his accumulated mix of products, knowing that if nothing else, it helped him come to terms with himself and the way things were.

Long-term Shoto chose to nurture the mark on his face, rather than to try and rid himself of it.

Now, you…

Shoto adores you entirely, with every fibre of his being. And in his mind, there is no better opportunity to worship you than in the bathroom.

He can’t help but to admire how far you’ve come and how comfortable you’ve grown to be in your skin- a journey you’ve both being on parallel to each other.

He glances around the room itself, inspired by how you’ve created the perfect sanctuary in a slice of the home you had both carved out for yourselves.

If you were ever confronted with this information, he knew you would adamantly deny it. Though he saw the growth.

He worships your beauty and the marks of your struggles and courage. He marvels at your history, his history, all bared out on your skin like a map back to the heart of the person he loved most.

Todoroki could admit that his ‘words of affirmation’ had been lacking lately. Perhaps he would present you with a bunch of your favourite flowers, and those words he so desperately wanted you to hear, carefully concealed in an envelope.

He would lead you to the shower, as was custom most nights. He would then gently kiss his reassurances and praise into every inch of your skin before he bundled you up in his arms, letting the world fade away as you became entangled beneath the mist.

In those moments, Shoto knew the meaning of heaven on earth.

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woman-for-women · 7 months

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thepurrfectpick · 2 months

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Say Goodbye To Stains: Tips For Removing Dog Pee From Your Mattress

There's nothing quite as disheartening as discovering that your beloved furry friend has left an unwelcome surprise on your mattress. Dog pee stains can be a real hassle, but fear not! With the right tips and tricks, you can say goodbye to stains for good. In this guide, we'll walk you through everything you need How To Remove Dog Pee From A Mattress so you can rest easily. Let's dive in!

Understanding Why Dogs Pee on Beds

Dogs may pee on beds for various reasons, from medical to behavioral problems. It could be a sign of anxiety or stress, significantly if their environment has changed recently. Sometimes, dogs mark their territory by urinating on things that carry their scent, like your mattress.

Sometimes, a dog might have a medical condition, such as a urinary tract infection or diabetes, that causes it to urinate indoors. Age-related issues can also lead to accidents on the bed. Understanding why your dog is peeing on the bed is crucial in addressing the root cause and preventing future incidents.

Observing your dog's behavior and consulting with a veterinarian if you suspect any underlying health issues is essential. By identifying the reason behind this behavior, you can take proactive steps to resolve it and keep your mattress clean and fresh.

Quick Tips for Cleaning Up Fresh Urine Stains

Imagine waking up to find your furry friend has left you a not-so-pleasant surprise on your mattress. It happens, and it's essential to act fast! The key to dealing with fresh urine stains is speed. The longer the mess sits, the harder it will be to remove.

Start by blotting up as much urine as possible using paper towels or a clean cloth. Avoid rubbing the stain, which can spread it further into the mattress fibers. Once you've soaked up what you can, mix a solution of equal parts water and white vinegar in a spray bottle.

Spritz the affected area generously with the vinegar solution and let it sit for a few minutes before gently blotting again. Then, sprinkle baking soda over the stain to help absorb any remaining odor. Let it sit for at least 30 minutes before vacuuming it up.

These quick tips can help tackle fresh urine stains effectively before they have a chance to set in and become more challenging to remove later on.

Effective Methods for Removing Old or Set-In Stains

Dealing with old or set-in dog pee stains on your mattress can be a real headache. These stubborn stains leave an unpleasant odor and pose a challenge to remove altogether. However, fret not, as there are effective methods you can try to tackle this issue.

Creating a cleaning solution using equal water and white vinegar is one method. Gently blot the stained area with this solution using a clean cloth, allowing it to sit for some time before rinsing with water.

Another approach is to sprinkle baking soda over the stain and then mix hydrogen peroxide with dish soap. Let the solution sit for a while before gently scrubbing away the residue.

Consider using enzymatic cleaners specifically designed to break down pet urine molecules effectively for tougher stains. Follow the instructions provided by the product for the best results in removing those pesky old stains from your mattress.

Preventing Future Accidents and Protecting Your Mattress

Consider using a waterproof mattress protector to prevent future accidents and protect your mattress. These handy covers are a barrier against spills or accidents, making cleanup much more accessible. Additionally, regularly wash your bedding to maintain a fresh and clean sleeping environment.

Training your dog is crucial in preventing future accidents on your bed. Consistent potty training and positive reinforcement can help reduce the likelihood of them peeing on the mattress. Providing regular bathroom breaks for your furry friend can also minimize accidents indoors.

If you notice any signs of anxiety or health issues in your dog that may be causing bed-wetting incidents, consult with a veterinarian for guidance on how to effectively address these concerns. Remember, patience and consistency are crucial to preventing accidents and protecting your mattress from unwanted stains caused by dog pee.

Alternative Solutions and Products for Tough Stains

When it comes to dealing with tough dog pee stains on your mattress, various alternative solutions and products can be effective. Enzymatic cleaners designed specifically for pet urine removal can work wonders in breaking down the stain's odor-causing components. You can also use a mixture of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda to create a powerful cleaning paste.

For persistent or stubborn stains, steam cleaning your mattress may provide a deeper clean and help eliminate any lingering odors. Additionally, investing in a waterproof mattress protector can prevent future accidents and keep your mattress safe from potential damage.

By following these tips and utilizing the right products, you can say goodbye to dog pee stains on your mattress for good. Remember, patience and persistence are key when tackling this common pet-related issue. With the proper approach, you can keep your mattress fresh and clean while enjoying quality time with your furry companion.

#How To Remove Dog Pee From A Mattress

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tortoisebore · 10 months

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what do u think sirius’ favourite makeup products would be?

ooooooooo🤩💕🫶💖✨💞💫💓 ((this is just going to be 100% me projecting you’ve been warned))

first off i think he’d do very little in everyday life but go all out for nights out and parties and holidays. he’s a blueprint cool winter so he doesn’t do much bronzing bc it always just looks orange on his skin, every once in a while he’ll do a cool-toned contour but he really doesn’t even need it, those cheekbones speak for themselves.

but like bottom line is cool-toned skin like his just begs for silver jewelry and shimmery pearl highlight and pink blush and plum lipstick.

he’s always starting with two layers of sunscreen bc that skin is paper pale & he’s not trying to get sun damage. but for a more casual moment he’s just doing a bit of concealer under the eyes so he doesn’t look like a walking corpse, maybe a bit of blush on his cheeks & nose if he’s particularly pale that day. just a very subtle brush of highlight at the high points of his cheeks & the tip of his nose, the inner corners of his eyes if he’s feeling fancy. just enough to make him look more awake and give his skin a good glow. throw on some tinted lip balm and he’s good to go, perfect gorgeous stunning. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s maybelline ((it’s elf & rare beauty))

but on nights out he’s doing a little more. first up is the elf liquid eyeshadow in the shade disco queen, it’s especially shimmery if you do two or three layers and goes a little blue under the right light. he’s doing that as highlight at the very tops of his cheeks too, like that skin is glowing even when the room is dark. he’s doing his regular rare beauty liquid blush in the shade encourage, but a little more than normal, a bit of the fenty contour stick in soft amber to make it all the more dramatic. but the real kicker is the smudgy black liner, he’s laying it on thick and smudging it out and up with a brush, then brushing the excess onto the lower lash line. real haphazard real messy. it makes his eyes look fucking insane in combo w the cool-toned glitter, like it’s almost creepy, they look like contacts. then to top it off he’s doing some cheap non-waterproof mascara bc his lashes are already thick & black and he doesn’t really need it ((but it smudges easy & runs so pretty when he cries &……,u just never know what’s going to happen in the bathroom of a dingy club……when remus is across the room watching him dance in a crop top & fishnets.,……so like…..best be prepared & throw the cheap mascara on just in case……rly it’s just being responsible….& he’s sooooo responsible………,))

throw on either a soft pink or mauve lipstick and a little gloss over it and it’s go-time babyyyyyy

#cool toned girlies let me see those hands #let me give u a psa #if ur not doing disco queen elf liquid eyeshadow ur doing urself a disservice #it’s made for the cool toned girlies MADE for us i say #do that & some smudgy black liner #mauve blush & a soft lip #ur instantly hot as fuck babe trust me pls listen to me #*i say as i get ready to go to the club tn with disco queen liquid eyeshadow & smudgy black liner & cheap mascara*#u ask tortoise answers #anon #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason

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poetryinsilence · 2 years

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Noughts and Crosses - Jake “Hangman” Seresin x childhood friend!reader (part III)

A/n: Yo! PTSD and TRAUMA talk. Just beware. And Strong languages. But also he kinda went to therapy cuz he clearly needs it. Jake's raw emotions are what I need if I ever go see a therapist. No beta read, still going raw :)))

Summary: What you've learnt from years of absence of Jake runs much deeper than you think. From his line of work, he had witnessed a lot, but that doesn't mean it won't cost him.

Wc: 2,873

part I | part II part IV

Saturday rolls around as you kept yourself busy cleaning up the mess Jake made around your house, while he lounges and becomes one with your sofa, softly chuckling at the tv. The back of his skull bore into your gaze, and your brow knitted its way together as you watched his shabby blonde streaks woven and interlocked at the ends.

"Jackal...when was the last time you took a shower?" your words tread carefully.

Jake's head leans over the back of the couch with a shit-eating grin falls upside down, bemused by the nickname he hadn't heard in a long while.

"Well," he starts "How long has it been since my discharge from the hospital?"

Oh no. "You have got to be kidding me."

"I've tried, honestly. But you should try manoeuvring with one hand and two bricks attached to you."

You squeezed your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep the internal scream blockade from deafening the outside world. The physical stress weighs evermore on your shoulders as you nod slowly to psych yourself up for this next part.

Generating a black, flimsy plastic bag from your back pocket, you handed it to Jake. "Waterproof your leg, you're getting a bath. Now."

He smirks, wetting his lower lip. "If you wanted to get intimate, all yo—"

"Don't."

Hands threw up to surrender, lips pout like a puppy after he got scolded. No retort, only to do as he's told.

This isn't how you imagined you would spend your day. Filling a bathtub with whatever scraps of bath products you have left that could clean every single pup at the shelter. Except you're cleaning Jake. And it is as weird as it sounds. But for whatever reason, the sympathetic sentiment in you couldn't leave him like this, half of which was maybe, unintentionally, your neglect of not taking care of him. The guilt quietly seeps in.

Jake limps in, a plastic bag wraps just below his knee like a shitty Christmas present and manages to stage a twirl to his fashion statement. You gesture him towards the tub.

"Get in the tub with your back towards me. You can keep your clothes on—"

"Nope. I'm not doing that" Before you could finish your sentence, he shimmied his way out of his pants which made your gaze snap up to the ceiling with a growl of frustration. The flash of heat rises at the tip of your ears.

"You can look if you want." he beams, towering over and eyes connected with yours as he strides across to the bathtub and slinks himself in.

Is it okay to back out of this? No. You're not one to back away from a challenge. You can't let him think he's besting you in this situation. Tightening the iron grip of your jaw, you fix yourself onto the stool and get to work.

Jake hums to himself merrily, with his legs propped up against the tiles, and you at his service. You’re thankful that the excessive amount of bath products you dumped in this water is covering the explicit parts of him. The floral fragrance of jasmine loiters midair in the bathroom. That sweet scent doesn't fit Jake's personality, but he doesn't mind it. In fact, he likes the idea of smelling like you. He wonders what his mother would think if she saw the two of you now, grinning from ear to ear and saying 'I told you so'. The length she would go to prove his younger self wrong.

A happy memory transition to the next, the one he was hoping you wouldn't ask. One that has your fingertip tracing over the patterns over his shoulder, or what remains of it. The weight of the scar sustained from a trivial injury, but the cost of it leaves a heavy mark on his heart.

"Jake..."

"You remember when I told you not to call my mother?" he blurts out.

You hum.

"A while back, I had...a highlight to my career— achievement would be an overstatement, but everyone seems to think so. For a while, I thought so too. Being the only pilot with an active combat kill amongst my teammates."

There's a pause, unease and tension gnawed at the back of your throat. The silence of Jake treading on unfamiliar territories, a face of him that you briefly saw back at the hospital, one that you couldn't quite put the finger on it. But it’s clear to you now— fear.

"The celebrations led me to think what I did was right. And, in a way, it was. Protecting millions of lives is what I do. Then, when the dark kicks in, so do my past actions."

Your thumb encircles his tensed-up shoulder offering comfort, as his hand reaches up and cups yours, there's a mild tremor. Seeing his bravado crumble down to reveal his raw emotions made your heart break into pieces. But you could never understand what he's been through.

He dryly chuckles, "I called mom after that mission. I thought she would do the same and congratulate me, but it's like she knew. Her sobbing on the other line...all she did was ask if I was okay."

Molecules of water pool from the faucet and break the surface tension, sending ripples of waves through the bath foams. The droplets resonated in the room, even after it stopped, you could still hear the slow dripping hitting the water. You dare not to call his name, to face him at his most vulnerable, nor would he want you to see him like this.

Jake took a breath, suppressing his tremble to the best he could. "For months, I had the same dream about the mission. Sometimes I see myself in the other carrier, just waiting for that inevitable moment. I tried everything, but nothing changed. Eventually, I became numb, detached, and act like everything was fine. Knowing fully well this is what happens in this line of work. But, fuck...these are lives. And it could've been..." He trails off.

The hot, stinging tears roll down your cheeks. All you could do was hold him close to you, tightening and tightening your grip, wishing that the pain he experienced could be transferred onto you through an embrace. But, alas, nothing is ever that simple. You can only keep living with that grievance, hoping that someday you could ask for forgiveness.

The evening draws with a heavy blue, and the underglow of the tv lit up a fraction of the room. With you resting on the crook of his neck and him pressed onto the crown of your head, surrounded by cushions and blankets, you let The Good Place run on screen to fill in the emptiness. Jake's hand never left your grasp since the bathroom. But, neither did the overwhelming information that swirls your mind afterwards. Paralysing yourself to live day to day, without missing a beat. Constantly riding shotgun in your own vehicle, with one hand on the steering wheel, not knowing if you might swerve out one day, and that would be the end of it all.

The aching soreness in your lower back grows dull as you try to shift to lessen the pain, and groggy eyes flutter open with a few blinks to focus and expose the creme walls of your living room. You don't remember dosing off on the couch or turning off the tv. The blankets have been pulled up to your chin and a comforting heat still radiates in the palm of your hand. You gave his hand a quick squeeze and gently nudged him.

"Hey, Jakey. Wake up!" you softly called.

A weary grunted and whined in response, returning himself to dreamland again.

You called, again. "C'mon, Jake! Wake up!"

"What?" he groaned, drowsy olive eyes now just peering at you. "What do you want?"

You sat up, beaming brighter than the sun that was beginning to rise through the horizon. "Do you trust me?"

He frowns, brows knitted tightly together and fear what you are going to say next. "I do. But, you asking me that first thing in the morning makes it seem more suspicious."

"Good." You nodded once, "Then, get up and get changed. We're going out."

Windows rolled down to let the summer air into your matchbox car, and the fabric of your cotton t-shirt clings to your body in this sticky humidity. Wild strands of hair fly freely from your loosely tied bun, reflecting a golden hue from the chromatic sunrise. But, not everyone is enjoying a brief moment of ethereal bliss. The battered blonde pilot; in his ever-so-dark sunglasses, masking his fatigue, annoyance, and everything in between— force captured in the passenger seat.

The car shrieked as you pulled into the parking lot, just facing a brick red duplex that's more like a mansion. The place is adorned with wildflowers and ample bushes, and fancy, vintage roof trimmings that you could probably never afford. You smile gleefully to yourself, admiring the building that you consider to be your second home.

"Where are we?" Jake finally spoke.

Your face radiated, the edges of your eyes creased and holding that smile for seconds too long made anybody fear their life.

"This is my workplace." Your singsong voice answered.

He scoffs. "So you took me to work? The one thing I can't do right now? If I wanna work I would just go back to Top Gun, but, newsflash! I can't!"

"It's less about work and more about helping around here. Plus, today is something like 'Take your son or daughter to work' Day, and it just so happens that I have an overgrown toddler living with me. And I can't leave them alone at home."

The mocking pout on your face made Jake hiss in unsatisfactory, biting back what he had to say and just going with the flow.

"It's going to be alright! We have something that could make your movement easier," you reassured him.

When you stated something along the lines of assisting his movement, Jake was imagining something more like a wheelchair that's practical and you could possibly push him around the block. But, what was waiting for him was less of a wheelchair, and more like a chair with wheels attached to it. Talk about surprises.

Jake stood his ground for a solid 10 minutes, initiating a stare-off with you, not uttering a word but clearly infuriated with the choice of option— the only one— displayed in front of him. And you, wearing a cocky grin that looks a tad too good on you, arm resting against the back of the black mesh office chair with one upraised brow.

What choice does he have? Drive back to your place? He doesn't have the keys, nor can he drive at the moment. Sulk his way through the day by just standing in the lobby? The cast around his leg is uncomfortable as it is, can't even scratch an itch, not to mention the crutch is barely any help at all.

The deadpan expression is carved permanently on his face, but the giddy excitement bubbles as you witness him excuse himself on the chair, surrendering off his mighty high horse.

"Doesn't feel good to be on the receiving end now does it, Seresin?"

"Shut up."

The plastic wheels rumbled along the hardwood floors, with occasional bumps that earned a grunt from Jake when running over the door sills. Your manager is kind enough to understand the sudden addition but is still grateful for the extra help they could get around the place. There, through the double barn doors, reside rows of cages as a temporary home for these helpless creatures. Some yaps at the sight of you, and some whine to procure any attention.

At the end of the long hallway, here you stopped and unbolted the lock with a clunk to the transparent door that's housing a german shepherd. Fur shining in beautiful sandy hues and shawled with a coat of black. Its sullen eyes soften the moment it sees you, tail wagging like a metronome.

"This baby boy here is Captain." you scritch the floof between those perked-up ears. "He was found with his hind legs broken and fending off another stray dog. The vet informed us that there were low chances that he could run again, ever.

He leans further into your touch, licking the hand that's patting his head. "In the beginning, he was defensive and wouldn't let anyone go near him. Even in therapy, he refuses to move or gives himself the chance to run again. But, I never gave up on him. I stuck with him through it all, and he did take it. He took that chance through me." You turn to face Jake, gaze gleaming with assurance and hope.

"Is that what I'm supposed to do? Go ask for help?" He swallows, voice filled with uncertainty.

You solemnly return a smile. "That's up to you, Jackal. You don't have to do this alone. There are people that are willing to listen. I'm willing to listen if you're ready to talk."

Jake's eyes flicker to the floor for a fleeting moment, contemplating. Then peers up to observe the dog, mouth muttering something too quiet for you to perceive.

"But! This isn't the point of me bringing you here today," you exclaim. "Your mission today, Lieutenant, is to take the dogs out for their field day. And this little baby right here is your wingman for the day." You squint your eyes, catching a glimpse of something. "You guys look quite similar when you're side by side."

The pilot and his temporary wingman frown.

Field day is a special day for pets. It’s one of the grand activities arranged for the pets to have fun, as well as dressing them up for their new adoption pictures. The noises of barking and panting are scattered around the luscious green yard, as various sizes of pups are excited to interact with one another.

However, your eyes tether towards the other side of the field. There are currently two being just blandly observing the situation. A Lieutenant and his Captain. Awkwardly hiding underneath the shades of the blooming oak tree. You shake your head. Maybe if you give them a little more time, they’ll warm up to each other.

Jake crossed his arms in his best effort, brooding in the cool shadows cast by the leaves that slowly merged with him. He cared not for this field day thing, but he cared enough about you to know this was important to you. If he participates in some way that could make you happy, that's the least he can do.

He sighs and whips his head around to find Captain immersed himself gnawing on a lime green, worn-out ball. Enjoying the fact there isn't a single intrusive thought inside that little head of his.

"Look at you, it must be nice being you. Not a care in the world and having somebody that loves you."

Jake's gaze draws back to you, frolicking around with dogs following your trail, laughing as brightly as a shining star and he can't help but be infected by your smile. He knows he has a bad habit of making you mad, but he always finds you cute when you're angry. With your deadly glares and the crease in your brows, he knows he got your full attention. But your smile also takes up an entirely new feeling. Like walking down a sunny country path, hand grazing along the overgrown grass. He noticed. How your lips were drawn to a thin line when you smile, cheeks pinched together and made way for a dimple, eyes always glimmer with a bright shine when you're interested in something.

"And yet, she doesn't know. Probably never will," he mutters.

Captain whines and pitifully looks at him.

"Don't give me that look."

Captains tamper the soil a few times before dropping the ball in Jake's lap, waiting expectantly.

"Oh, I don't need your pity party."

He launches the ball across the field which sets Captain bolting, eyes locked on to the acquired target and retrieving the object back to the Lieutenant. Dropping the ball on his lap once more, excitement coursing through his tiny, furry brain, fanning his own tail.

The green ball gripped tightly in his hand as he shakes his head. "I'm not doing this."

The poor pup’s ears droop and the tail comes to a halt, pleading with his puppy dog eyes.

“The answer is no.” He casually tossed the ball aside, but the littlest commotion still sends Captain to a running sprint after his favourite toy. “Ah, fuck.”

You look up just in time to witness Jake rowing away with his crutch as a paddle on land. His action sends Captain into a delighted frenzy as his large doggy paws hop after Jake attempts to escape. You chuckled, reaching a hand to your back pocket and fishing out your phone. The screen encapsulates the playful scenery, and with a touch of a button, the shutter freeze frame of this beautiful memory. A memento that holds dear to you as your new phone screen.

A/n: If Jake was a dog, what type of dog would he be?

#jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #tg fic #tgm fic #⭐️.doc #nobody reads the tags but next chapter is the final chapter( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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tartrazeen · 2 years

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I have come to realize how beautifully overpowered androids are in getting away from humans at any point in time.

Android: i'm angry >:(

Android: i don't wanna talk to any humans right now >:(

Android, retreating through a room they've intentionally allowed to fill with swarms of mosquitoes: >:(

Android, actively hotboxing another room with chlorine gas after mixing a bunch of cleaning products together: >:(

Android, running a hose in through a tiny hole in the wall that's directly attached to a car's exhaust: >:(

Android, smearing peanut butter and shellfish and peach fuzz over all the bathroom walls: >:(

Android, setting off a stinkbomb in the middle of the bathroom: >:(

Android, lying down in a full bathtub after using caulking to waterproof themselves: >:(

Android: >:(

Android: this is too slow, i'm gonna speed up time in my head until i'm not angry anymore >:(

Android, emerging two minutes later: ^_^ oh wow that was so refreshing, i don't even remember why i was angry

Hank: ... I said I didn't want bed bugs -

Android: OH RIGHT, I WAS LIVING IN 1984, I'M GOING BACK TO MY MOSQUITO ROOM NOW >:(

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #hank anderson #connor and mosquitoes would be best friends in the worst fucking way #'they're like me except they can fly and have friends 🥲'#my stuff #good job tartra

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sealantswaterproofing · 10 months

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What is bathroom floor waterproofing? A1: Bathroom floor

waterproofing is a service that involves applying a waterproof barrier to the bathroom floor to prevent water from seeping through and causing damage to the underlying structure. It is essential to protect the floor and the adjacent areas from water leakage, which can lead to issues such as mold growth, rot, and structural damage.

#waterproofing products #bathroom floor waterproofing #bathroom waterproofing

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argumate · 2 years

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kitstacean said: What other options are you suggesting that is waterproof, impervious to most cleaning products, and cheap? kitstacean said: Cement would be good if you can get it smooth enough

it seems they call that "microcement" and it's a viable option for finishing walls and floors in bathrooms and kitchens, another is waterproof wall panels.

then there's designing a shower that's easy to clean!

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mylittlesyn · 2 years

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Premise: Sukuna wants to be present to choose the babysitter. It's his money you're spending after all. So you and Yuuji indulge him while you choose.

TW: incest, breastfeeding

Note: This chapter was proving to be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too long, so i ended up dividing it. The next chapter will be posted by later today or tomorrow.

𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀

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“Which comes first, the scrub or the cleanser?!” Yuuji called out from the bathroom, the sound of the shower going.

“Trying to look pretty for Kuna or for the young hot babysitter we’re getting?!” You teased while putting on your non-waterproof mascara.

“Neither!”

“Cleanser first baby!” You called out before getting up and heading over to the closet. Going through your different blouses, you tried to pick one that was more professional but still gave you easy access to feed if needed. From the corner of your eye, you could see a halter top. It was red as well and paired with some black slacks would look professional enough… After all it wasn’t like you were the one being interviewed here. Plus you could get away not needing a bra when you wore it by the way it held your breasts in place if you tied it tight enough. Just as you were about to leave the closet to get some slack from your drawer, you noticed the black pencil skirt. That would work far better and you could tease Sukuna with it too. Pulling out the pencil skirt, you ran to the drawers to pull out some underwear, slipping it on before putting on your halter top and pencil skirt.

By that time Yuuji came out from the shower, wearing nothing but a towel. “Should I sit?” He questioned, so you pulled out the seat for your vanity. With the vanity to your left, you kneeled down before him, letting him sit down with his legs spread and elbows on his thighs.

“You used the face towel to dry your face, right?” You questioned while reaching for your toner and a cotton ball.

“Yeah the white one.” He nodded as you ran the damp cotton ball along his nose and under his eyes, along with any place that looked to have mild blemishes… Like the edges of his mouth and the area on his chin just below…

“Hand me the glass bottle.” You instructed, watching him reach for the emulsion. “No, the one with the dropper.” You corrected, watching him reach back further for a pink bottle. Grabbing the bottle, you took out the dropper and placed a couple drops on the same areas you used the toner. “Then the big bottle.” You told him to watch him reach back again after you placed the serum at the edge of the vanity. “Your skin feels really nice.” You cooed while spreading the neutral moisturizer on his face.

“Yeah… That scrub stings a little though…” He commented as you rubbed the moisturizer in, massaging every part of his pretty face.

“It’s the cinnamon.” You murmured while reaching for that same emulsion from earlier.

“It does leave my skin as soft as Megumi’s though.” He smiled as you ran the emulsion over where his laugh lines would eventually appear.

“Yeah… I like it a lot.” You agreed while massaging some into his forehead.

“You look really pretty.” He hummed with his eyes half lidded as you ran your thumbs under his lower lids. Cupping his face for a moment, you placed a quick peck on his lips.

“Thank you, baby. Close your eyes.” You instructed while placing the emulsion back and reaching for the eye cream. “If you want, we can get you your own products… I’ll help you pick.” You suggested while gently running your thumbs over his lids.

“Mmmm… Ok!” He chimed as you let go of his face. “I might be wanting to do it a little more often now…” He reasoned before getting up.

“No mask?” You raised your brows while standing back up.

“I don’t think there’s any time left.” Just as Yuuji finished, you heard a knocking at the door downstairs. Yuuji smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Oh! Also, can you come back and…” He hesitated for a moment, rocking back on his feet and scratching the back of his head as his towel fell. “Can you put some of that mascara that runs on me?” He smiled nervously with his cheeks a bright red. You couldn’t help but giggle before resting your hands on his chest and leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Sure thing. I’m gonna go get the door first.” You told him before running out. Running downstairs, you headed to the front door, opening it before checking to see who it was to see Sukuna behind it. “Kuna! You’re early.” You tilted your head to the side as your hand ran further down the floor upon the sight of him.

“Can I come in?” He questioned with a raised brow, to which you quickly stepped aside and opened the door further.

“Yes! Of course.” You stepped aside, only to have him lean into you and bend over. He took a lock of your hair in his fingers and inhaled your scent.

“You look ravishing.” He whispered into your ear before biting at the lobe. When he walked past you, you could see Mrs. Tanaka walking up in the distance with Tora holding one of her hands while the other was being held by her own son.

“Hi Tora! Did you have fun?” You asked, and at the sight of you he jumped instead of walking for the next few steps. In combination with the down jacket he wore that was a little too big for him, you wore the biggest smile seeing his own happiness.

“Tora?” Sukuna peeked out from behind you, and Mrs. Tanaka stopped in place. Tora looked up to the woman whose house he had just played in, starting to whine when he tugged her but she wouldn’t move.

Instead, she hurriedly turned around and started to walk back from the way they came, whispering things to your son. “Tora?!” You yelled out, hurrying to slip on any shoes you could find. “Mrs. Tanaka what are you doing?!” You started to scream while running after them without so much as a coat. “Mrs. Tanaka!” You called out again as she started urging them to run, Tora trying to break free from her grasp, crying in confusion. Luckily she was being slowed by two toddlers and you were able to catch up to her, not being able to make sense of what she was rambling about. You pulled on her shoulder, making her face you, but she continued to walk backwards.

“It’s ok Tora, you’ll be safe with me.” She urged while continuing to tug Tora. You started to try to pick up Tora, but she slapped your hands away.

“Mrs. Tanaka, what is going on?! Give me my son!” You shrieked, while trying to enshroud Tora to grab him.

“Yakuza!” She screamed under her breath, something that almost sounded as a sneeze. Finally able to grab hold of Tora with your knees on the cold ground, you worked on trying to loosen her vice grip on your son’s wrist.

“You’re insane!” You yelled while continuing to try to free your son. You could hear footsteps running in closer and closer.

“Mrs. Tanaka, what’s going on?” You heard your husband ask behind you as you started to feel tears streaking down your cheeks. Yuuji had come outside with his shirt wide open, likely rushing to help you.

“It’s ok, Tora… It’s ok…. Mommy’s here.” You kept whispering into Tora’s ear, pressing kisses to his cheek as you felt him grab so tightly to your top. It was clear to you that Yuuji was trying to calm Mrs. Tanaka down, but he didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Tora’s wrist was starting to grow red and pale, the capillaries becoming more prominent. “Please Mrs. Tanaka! You’re hurting him!” You shouted over the both of them.

“Is there a problem here?” Sukuna’s voice growled from behind you, and Mrs. Tanaka finally let go. Tora immediately clung to you as you watched Mrs. Tanaka pick up her own son and run. With Tora in your arms, Yuuji helped you up, and you both walked back into your house with Sukuna behind you. You sat on the couch after slipping off the two mismatched sneakers of Yuuji’s that you had taken. Yuuji and Sukuna seemed to be discussing something, but you were lost in thought as you tried to soothe your son.

Yakuza… Sukuna did have tattoos… He did own hostess clubs, nightclubs, and pachinkos… It could be possible. It was something that you had really never given much thought if you were honest. But even then that was something that you were unsure of… At least unsure of whether or not it bothered you… Sukuna had shown a kindness to both Yuuji and you that you knew couldn’t be that of a hardened criminal… Could it? When you looked up, you noticed Yuuji going back upstairs and Sukuna coming to sit beside you. “Are you alright?” He asked you. Without saying anything you traced two of your fingers along the tattoo on Sukuna’s jaw.

“Are we safe?” You asked while staring into those red eyes.

“Nobody knows I have a brother. I changed my last name to Ryomen.” He explained. With those same fingers still on his cheek, you moved to cup his face.

“Ok.” You placed a kiss onto his cheek. When you pulled away, you could see how wide his eyes were and given how young they were when their mother passed… It made you wonder how long it had been since he had since the kindness of a mother’s touch. After blinking a few times, you watched him turn away with his jaw clenched. “I’m guessing Yuuji doesn’t know?” You wondered with a raised brow.

“Don’t tell him.” He growled. It made you smile how he wanted to keep his brother thinking of him in such way.

“It’s not my place to say… But I don’t lie to him. Ever. If he asks me directly I won’t lie.” You warned with a raised brow. He gave a short nod in response as you dropped your hand from his face.

“You should clean your face… I don’t like tear streaked cheeks like that unless I’m the cause.” He commented while letting his thumb graze the apple of your cheek. With a chuckle, you carried Tora with you upstairs.

“Sweetie, you can let go of mommy now… You won’t ever have to see Mrs. Tanaka again, ok?” You cooed, feeling him nod against your chest. Kneeling back onto the ground once you were in front of his room. You smoothed over his pink hair and pulled down the zipper to remove his coat. “Go put this downstairs in its place by the door.” You instructed before standing up. Just as you were about to go back to your bedroom, you felt Tora tug at the hem of your pencil skirt. A second later, you could hear Megumi crying. “Tora sweetie, just go put it downstairs and then you can come stay with me while I feed Megumi, ok?” You assured him while reaching over to run your fingers through his hair again. You stared into those watery eyes that matched yours, but he squeezed them shut and ran downstairs. It broke your heart to see him like that, but you went back to your bedroom and straight into the bathroom.

“I think she’s hungry.” Yuuji spoke while bouncing Megumi in his arms, letting her suck on his finger.

“I know she is.” You told him while washing your face, rubbing out the mascara stains from your cheeks. “Let me just finish.” Your voice muffled by the towel that you used to dry off your face. Undoing your halter, you clutched onto Megumi. Once you placed your teet into her mouth, she began to feed. Just as you sat onto the edge of your bed, someone knocked on the door downstairs and Tora ran into the room.

“I’ll get it.” Yuuji ran off before you even had the chance to admire him. Tora clung to your skirt again, his whole small body pressing against your leg as he watched you.

“Tora sweetie… Can you grab Megumi’s blanket?” You pleaded with a smile. His eyes seemed a bit lighter before he ran off to go grab the rabbit decorated blanket that hung off of the edge of her bassinet. When he came back, he handed it to you, and you placed it over your shoulders to cover your breasts as you fed.

Heading downstairs, Tora followed behind you. There was a young woman sitting across from Yuuji and Sukuna. The only free space for you to sit was between them. Sitting down onto the plush couch. Megumi started kicking, her little feet covered by her onesie kicking your other breast and moving the the blanket. Her hands waved as she fussed as she had been doing lately with the blanket. “So you’re CPR certified…” Yuuji spoke while looking over a paper in his hands.

“Yes… I am.” She agreed while Tora climbed up to sit on yours and Yuuji’s lap, tugging on the blanket and causing it to fall.

“Sorry about that… She’s been a bit fussy with being covered lately.” You laughed nervously while cupping her head to your teet.

“Experience with a five year-old for the past year.” He murmured while you smoothed over Megumi’s cheek, soothing her so she stopped kicking. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Sukuna watching your chest from the corner of his.

“Yes.” When you looked back at the potential babysitter, that’s when you noticed them staring at your chest as well.

“Any… Experience with newborns…?” You murmured to your husband while leaning into him.

“Not that I can see…” He mumbled while you shifted in your chair while the potential babysitter continued to stare.

“I don’t think this is going to work.” You smiled with her finally looking at your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I’m not used to-”

“And we want someone with experience with babies, thank you for coming.” You smiled while nudging Sukuna. With a groan, he stood up from the couch and ushered the person through the door. “When is the next one coming?” You wondered while resting your head on Yuuji’s shoulder.

“In about ten minutes.” He replied while looking at his gold watch.

“Is that the one Kuna gave you?” You nosed to his wrist.

“Yeah.” He shed a half smile before picking up Tora to have him facing him on his lap. “You ok buddy?” Yuuji cooed to Tora, with Tora nodding. “I bet that was pretty scary, huh?” Yuuji spoke softly as you watched with Tora nodding again as he held his wrist. “Does your wrist hurt?” When he nodded again, Yuuji picked him up and headed into the kitchen. Megumi finally finished feeding, but the nearest spit rag was upstairs.

“Here, hold her.” You told Sukuna while moving to face him. He furrowed his brows and moved away a smidge. “Just take her for a moment, hold her head.” You slid her into his arms, placing her head gently in the crook of his elbow. It was easy to see how tense he was, so you quickly ran upstairs, grabbing the spit rag that was tossed on your bed before running back down. Your bare breasts bounced and jiggled as you stepped down, realizing Sukuna was staring as soon as you came into view. Placing the rag onto the sofa chair for a moment, you tied your halter top shut.

“Must you?” Sukuna whined.

“You’ll see them again later.” You teased while picking the rag back up and placing it over your shoulder. Bending over, you picked up Megumi and placed her head above your shoulder to start burping her. In the kitchen were your two little men were with Tora still sitting on the counter. “How’s his wrist…?”

“It’s a little swollen, but he’ll be ok.” Yuuji informed with you inspecting the reddened wrist as he lifted the ice pack.

“You doing ok my sweet strong boy?” You cooed with a smile as Megumi burped.

“I can Gumi?” Tora asked while stretching out his arms and making grabby hands. You looked over to Yuuji with an open mouthed grin. It was the first time Tora had asked to hold her. Yuuji picked Tora up and you both started to walk over to the couch.

“Of course you can Tora… She’s your baby sister after all. You want to make sure you can protect her, and you can start by holding her.” Yuuji encouraged before placing Tora down onto the couch. “Ok, make sure you support her head.” Yuuji lifted Tora’s arm while you carefully placed her into Tora’s arms. He was a bit stiff and awkward while adjusting to the weight, but the moment he looked into her eyes, his own lit up. Just as yours started to get watery, you heard the sound of the camera shutter going off. You stood on your tippy toes to look at Yuuji’s phone, seeing that he captured that very moment on camera.

“Send it to me.” You whispered while watching him set it as his home screen. “Wait… What’s your lock screen?” You wondered before he locked his phone. There he revealed a photo of you, nearly falling asleep with Megumi in your arms, probably no more than a week old. You tugged on his arm to pull him down and pressed a kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead on his temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He whispered back. “What yours?” He wondered, so you showed him your lock screen was a picture of your two pink haired boys while your home screen was the photo you snuck of when he first held Megumi in the hospital. You switched your lock screen to the new photo of your two children. For your home screen, you switched the photo to a photo of him shirtless in the front door with his brightest sunshine smile and hands on his hips triumphantly. “What if someone sees???” He whispered in panic.

“Then they’ll be jealous I have such a handsome husband.” You smiled wide before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Be grateful I didn’t make it one of the photos of you looking up while drinking my milk.” You whispered to him with a smile pressed against his ear. When you pulled away you could see the deep redness in his cheeks, your admiration only interrupted by a knock on the door. You picked Megumi back up from Tora’s arms to hear him whine. “Don’t worry baby we’ll let you hold her some more.” You assured as Yuuji picked up Tora. “Kuna, can you get the door?” You pleaded as Yuuji sat down on the couch and helped Tora adjust on his lap. Yuuji placed his arms under Toras to add on extra support, so when everything was in place, you passed Megumi back to her brother. After pressing a peck on each one of their foreheads you twirled around to see the baby sitter standing outside the door. “Hello, nice to meet you. Please, come in.” You smiled and bowed.

“Yes, please.” Sukuna opened the door further, but as you peeked up… The woman at the door looked between you both. Her hands were clasped tightly and her face grew paler each time she watched Sukuna. Just as you started to straighten and near, she bowed and apologized before running off. Your shoulder slumped as Sukuna clicked his tongue while closing the front door.

Spinning back around again, you faced Yuuji and Tora holding a sleeping Megumi. “Tora sweetie…” You squatted to be more at eye level with Tora. “Could you help daddy put Megumi to bed?”

“Hold Gumi!” Tora shouted, which woke up Megumi, causing her to start to fuss.

“Tora honey, you Gumi needs her sleep.” You thumbed your son’s cheek. “You can hold her hand if you want as she sleeps… But she’s very tiny and very sleepy. Tell you what… You can watch her sleep, and if she wakes up, you can run and let us know… Would you like that?” You watched his solemn eyes slowly light up again. Once he nodded, you picked up Megumi. After they both stood up, you handed Megumi off to Yuuji and watched them both head upstairs. Without saying a single word, you slowly walked up to Sukuna and wrapped your arms around him. Initially he grew stiff, his body tense as much as he was unsure of how to respond to your actions. Instead of letting go, you let the tips of your fingers run along his back, moving up and down in a soothing manner. “I bet that happens more than you’d like…” You murmured, finally feeling him relax into you with his arms loosely moving around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah.” He responded curtly, but you continued to soothe him anyways. You stood with him in the doorway for as long as he needed. Just as he loosened his grip, you cupped his face for no more than a mere moment to place a kiss onto his forehead. Afterwards, you turned away. It seemed like the logical thing to do given his overall demeanor. You knew he wouldn’t want to show any more vulnerability than he would ever allow. If you were honest with yourself, you were surprised he leaned into you in the first place.

“I suppose we have half an hour before the next one now…” You remarked while sitting back onto the couch and crossing your legs.

“Yeah…” He agreed while sitting down next to you. When you stole a glance at him, you noticed him staring at the front door while clenching his jaw. All in all, it shocked you how softened his edges were once he let go of the rough exterior… At least just enough to let you see past the asshole facade. Straddling his hips, your pencil skirt rode up, your underwear on display enough for him to see. Instead of letting him peek, you cupped his face in your hands. His eyes widened before his brows furrowed. He was studying you, and you couldn’t blame him. There were probably few women whom held him like this. It made you wonder how many he had given into. When you could see him wondering what you were doing, you pushed his head into your shoulder. It was easy to feel how tense he still was tense he was at your actions… But it also reminded you how little he’s probably been nurtured… How infrequent a woman has let him be vulnerable, if there were any at all.

You knew that Sukuna’s and Yuuji’s mother passed when they were young. You also knew that Sukuna wasn’t one for commitment. His hands smoothed over your exposed thighs before gripping tightly onto your hips. Your fingers ran against his undercut, massaging the scalp. “What are you doing?” He muttered under his breath.

“Trying to soothe you.” You hummed, feeling his face scrunch at the skin on your neck. His fingers sunk deeper into your hips before his shoulders finally slumped in relaxation. He moulded into you, his arms starting to wrap around you as you started to rub soothing circles along his back. “Anytime you feel something is too much Kuna… You can come here.” You murmured while running your fingers through his hair a little more lightly. He nodded into you, nuzzling against you… And you wondered how long it had been since he let himself feel truly vulnerable like this. His hands fisted while clutching onto the fabric of your already tight pencil skirt.

“What… Are you…?” He wondered while pulling away. His eyes seemed to bore into yours, a mix between curiosity and need that filled them. You simply smiled at him, showing nothing more or nothing less than your own genuine kindness. It was easy to cup his face in your hands. It felt natural. His eyes were moving so quickly you couldn’t tell what he was trying to search for. He tucked your hair behind your ear while still seemingly searching for something. “I…” He mumbled before his lips pressed to yours. There was a needy want to the kiss. Something you hadn’t realized with him before. Still you embraced it. You leaned into it. His touch was desperate, his fingers digging into your back, pushing you down and forcing your hips deeper into his.

“Kuna, sweetie, daddy.” You whispered while pulling away from him. You cupped his face in your hands once more, and for a moment with his somber eyes you could see the resemblance to his brother. There was that cute needy aspect to his eyes that reminded you so adamantly of him. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you lowered your hands, moving yourself back to rest back with your hands planted firmly on his thighs. He cupped your face in his hands.

“Why…?” He gasped while staring at you with furrowed brows. It was like he was the most confused man you had ever seen. Was it truly that difficult to imagine a man like him could be shown kindness?

“Because you need it…” You booped his nose with a smile on your face. “Silly.” You hummed while sighing against him, letting yourself melt into the remnants of his tough demeanor.

“Megumi’s asleep.” Yuuji mentioned behind you with Sukuna immediately tensing. You rolled off of his hips, quickly readjusting your skirt to watch your husband chuckle nervously. “I didn’t mean to kill the mood.” He smiled while scratching the back of his neck, the smile he held so brightly made your heart skip a beat. Already having stood, you cupped your husband’s face in your hands before pressing a kiss onto his lips. You both smiled against each other, the lip movements instinctual, resorting to the most pleasurable of manors between the both of you.

“So precious…” You mumbled while cupping one of your cheeks in your hands. It was easy to smooth over the pink apples of those cheeks. It was familiar. But with Sukuna behind you it was also new and enjoyable, and everything you had hoped for as his hips bucked into yours.

“So pretty…” His lips mumbled before pressing to yours, enjoying the scene as you both stumbled back into the very couch were just resting in. Yuuji straddled you, his tongue sliding past. You grabbed his small bubble butt behind and sunk your fingers into the flesh over his slacks. He whined against your lips, though muffled, it was still high pitched and so pretty. Pulling away there was a glob of spit that connected the both of you, his eyes were half lidded and blissful. Those red tinged cheeks of his made you lick your lips, disconnecting the string. You watched as Sukuna let his fingertips rest at Yuuji’s waist, his lips pressing to Yuuji’s ear to start nibbling at the lobe. The whine he let out was so utterly needy, and you could see it in the way Yuuji pressed back against his brother. You ran your hand along his shirt, feeling the muscles underneath before letting rest at his slacks with your fingers digging into them. One of Sukuna’s hands cupped him, pushing him back so their hips were pressed into each other. The mewl escaping from Yuuji’s lips made you take his hand and place it up your skirt. He bent forward to reach further up your pencil skirt, his face now centimeters away from yours. “You’re so wet mommy…” He cooed while squeezing his fingers between your thighs.

“How wet?” Sukuna asked with his voice husky. When you peeked over Yuuji’s shoulder, you could see Sukuna rubbing himself against Yuuji’s behind. Meanwhile, Yuuji’s finger pressed against your sensitive bundle over your lace panties.

“Gushing…” You both replied to Sukuna before you both kissed again. With your hand on his cheek, you felt his lip vibrate with a muffled whimper.

“Kuna, you’re gonna make him cream his pants…” I huffed while watching Yuuji’s eyes roll back.

“Wouldn’t that be a pretty sight…” Sukuna hummed while bending over Yuuji.

“It would if we didn’t have a meeting with another nanny in a bit…” I reasoned with a raised brow as Yuuji pressed his fingers up against you again.

“That sounds… Humiliating…” Sukuna growled with a smirk pressed to Yuuji’s cheek.

“Mommy… Wanna cum…” Yuuji cried with his eyes barely open.

“Don’t cum Yuuji baby, you gotta wait.” I cooed while cupping his face in my hands with Yuuji’s hand moving to grip tightly onto my thigh. I could hear the ruffling fabric quicken, so I quickly started tapping Yuuji’s cheek. “Come on baby, look at me. Don’t cum, don’t cum baby, don’t cum.” I pleaded, while at the same time Sukuna was telling him to cum with whispers in his ear. Yuuji let out a pained cry, his fingers clawing at your skin and tears peeking out at the corners when Sukuna finally let go. His face scrunched with him wrapping his arms around your neck, sitting down next to you with his face nuzzling into you. “Fuck, Sukuna… You don’t have to be so mean.” You huffed while helping Yuuji bury his face in your neck.

“Relax… Just because I ruined his orgasm now doesn’t mean he won’t get one later.” The look on Sukuna’s face was as sadistic as you had ever seen him. Yuuji squeezed you tighter as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Ruined orgasms are a hard no for me.” You warned with your eyes narrowed before pulling away from Yuuji. The whine he let out was something akin to a child having their favorite toy taken away, and you knew how much aftercare he needed right now. “I know sweetie, let’s go upstairs… I need to redo my makeup.” You hummed while helping him up. He clung to the hem of your halter shirt that he untucked when he fisted it while following behind you. Once you sat down at the vanity, Yuuji knelt down before you. His arms wrapped around your hips with his head resting on your lap. When you looked over your shoulder, you could see Tora fast asleep. His hand was holding Megumi’s, the sight alone made your heart ache with happiness. Looking into the mirror that was decorated with walnut colored wood, you started to apply make up the way you always did. “Do you still want mascara?” You asked softly while running your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah.” He stretched his arms past your hips with a moan. Planting his hands on either side of you, he pushed on the seat to get up. When you scooched back, he sat with you on the chair. Reaching over for the mascara, you pulled out the wand.

“Close.” You murmured, watching as those pretty honey eyes fluttered shut. The brush went over the top of his lashes, pushing them down and coating them before twirling the brush. Putting the wand back in, you coated the brush once more before pulling it out and moving to his other eye. “Yuuji, baby… Would you like to try anal…?” You wondered with your mouth drifting open as if you were placing the mascara on yourself.

“I already did…” He half chuckled as you tilted his head up with your pinky, going over both sets of eyelashes together.

“I mean… Sukuna in you anal…” I elaborated before putting the wand back into the tube. “Open.” Those golden eyes opened, his lips parting just a bit.

“Oh…. Hm…” He looked up, so you immediately put a generous coat under his lashes, curling them up and curving them. “Yeah, but…” You stopped for a moment when he hesitated, his eyes resting on you. “I want him to go slow… And to not hit me….”

“Ok…” You smiled before pulling out the wand to finish his other eye. “We can talk to him together about it.” You mumbled just as you finished. After placing the wand back into the tube, you tightened it shut and placed it on the vanity as you heard someone knocking on the door downstairs. Hand in hand, you both headed downstairs to see Sukuna closing the door. Looking around the living room and dining room, you peeked around but didn’t see anyone. Sukuna looked like someone had just punched him in the gut. Letting go of Yuuji’s hand, you walked up to Sukuna and hugged him tightly, this time he didn’t stiffen. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, relaxed as ever.

That was the sixth nanny that left within the first five minutes, and you were starting to get frustrated. Yuuji was complaining and wondering why they would leave so quickly. Sukuna was on the phone with the company that was sending them over, shouting more than Megumi was crying. You were annoyed too, but mostly more tired than anything else. Trying to hold the house together was starting to get to be a little much. Between Yuuji’s worrying, Sukuna’s temperament, Tora’s neediness, and Megumi’s inability to do… Anything but cry and poop… You were about ready to start pulling your hair out. You felt so exhausted. “I!!! You shouted to get everyone’s attention. “Am going to take a nap. And hopefully put Megumi to sleep. You two can figure out dinner. I’m done!” You huffed before going upstairs, stomping a little hard on the steps. The door behind you closed a little too loudly, but you sighed and ignored it as you climbed into your bed. Sitting up against the pillows you placed Megumi on the bed for a moment while you untied your halter top. “I know sweetie, I know…” You cooed while picking her back up with your hand underneath her head. Her tears spilled over her tiny cheeks until she finally latched. The cries were silenced and you finally felt a bit of relief and peace.

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Application of bitumen in building

Bitumen has numerous applications in the construction industry, primarily serving as an adhesive and waterproofing material. Its versatile properties make it indispensable in various building-related functions. Here are some key applications of bitumen in construction:

1. Roofing and Waterproofing:

Bitumen 60/70 is extensively used in roofing systems to provide waterproof membranes for flat roofs. Traditional bitumen roofing membranes consist of layers of bitumen sprayed with aggregate, with a carrier fabric made of polyester or glass in between. Polymer-modified bitumen sheets have become the standard for flat roof waterproofing. Bituminous roofing membranes can also be recycled easily, enhancing their sustainability.

2. Wall Sealing:

Bitumen 60/70 plays a crucial role in sealing walls, providing protection against water and moisture intrusion. It is applied to substrates such as bathrooms and toilets, which are constantly exposed to moisture, to prevent water penetration and safeguard the underlying structures.

3. Floor and Wall Insulation:

Bitumen 80/100 insulation is widely employed for building waterproofing, both horizontally and vertically. It effectively prevents water penetration into floorboards and walls, offering reliable protection. Bitumen's chemical and physical properties make it easy to work with and highly durable.

4. Sound Insulation:

Bitumen's sound-absorbing properties find applications beyond construction. It helps reduce noise transmission, such as the sound of footsteps under floor coverings. Special tar mats in cars and elevators utilize Bitumen 80/100 for sound insulation.

5. Electrical Cable Insulation:

Bitumen's low electrical conductivity makes it suitable for use as an insulating material for electrical cables. It helps protect the cables and prevent electrical hazards.

6. Other Uses:

Bitumen 80/100 & bitumen 60/70 finds application in various other areas, such as the paper industry and the manufacturing of paints and varnishes. Its thermal insulation properties are beneficial in different contexts.

From an ecological standpoint, bitumen is highly regarded for its long lifespan. It remains a popular construction material, with significant demand both domestically and in international markets. The producer of bitumen in Iran exports a large percentage of its production to other countries such as Singapore, Dubai, Panama.

In residential construction, plastic-modified bitumen (KMB) coatings are commonly used for insulation. They compete with bitumen-free FPD (Flexible Polymer Disc) seals, which are easier to apply and offer faster repair options.

Overall, the applications of bitumen in the construction industry are extensive, ranging from roofing and waterproofing to sound insulation and electrical cable insulation. Its versatility and durability make it a valuable material in various building-related functions.

Important Considerations Before Using Bitumen:

1. Surface Preparation:

Before applying bitumen, it is crucial to ensure that the surface is clean, dry, and free from any contaminants. Even the presence of dust, dirt, or grease can hinder the adhesion of the bitumen coating and compromise the effectiveness of the seal. Additionally, the surface should be free from frost. If there are old incompatible coatings, they must be removed. In the case of older buildings, previous applications of bituminous paints may not provide a suitable surface for polymer-modified bitumen (PMB) coatings.

2. Repairing Cracks and Unevenness:

Prior to applying bitumen, any cracks or unevenness on the surface should be repaired using appropriate materials like repair mortar or leveling compounds. This ensures a smooth and uniform surface, promoting better adhesion and a more effective seal.

3. Additional Preparatory Measures:

In some cases, additional preparatory measures may be necessary. One option is to use a layer of synthetic resin on the coarse-pored bed or to apply a sealing slurry. A sealing slurry is a waterproof mixture of cement and plastic that allows water vapor to pass through. The advantage of using a sealing slurry is that it can adhere well to old bituminous coatings, providing an ideal substrate for applying a thick new bituminous coating.

By following these steps and ensuring proper surface preparation, you can optimize the adhesion and effectiveness of bitumen coatings in various applications.

What are the suitable means for repairing cracks and unevenness on the surface before applying bitumen?

There are several suitable means for repairing cracks and unevenness on the surface before applying bitumen. The choice of repair method depends on the severity of the damage and the specific requirements of the project. Here are some common methods for repairing cracks and unevenness:

1. Crack Fillers and Sealants:

For smaller cracks, crack fillers or sealants can be used. These materials, such as asphalt-based crack fillers or specialized concrete crack sealants, are designed to fill and seal cracks, preventing water infiltration and further damage. They are typically applied using a caulk gun or trowel.

2. Repair Mortar:

Repair mortars are suitable for filling larger cracks, holes, or areas of unevenness. These mortars are made from a blend of cement, sand, and additives to enhance adhesion and strength. They can be mixed with water to create a workable paste and then applied to the damaged areas using a trowel or other appropriate tools. Repair mortars are commonly used for repairing concrete surfaces.

3. Leveling Compounds:

Leveling compounds, also known as self-leveling underlayments or floor levelers, are used to create a smooth and level surface. These compounds are typically made from a blend of cement, fine aggregates, and additives. They have a fluid consistency that allows them to flow and self-level over uneven areas. Leveling compounds are commonly used to repair uneven concrete or subfloor surfaces before applying flooring materials.

4. Patching Mixtures:

Patching mixtures, such as asphalt patching compounds or repair mixes, are specifically designed for repairing asphalt surfaces. They typically contain a combination of asphalt binder, aggregates, and additives. These mixtures can be applied to fill potholes, repair damaged areas, or smooth out unevenness in asphalt surfaces.

5. Resurfacing:

In cases where the damage or unevenness is more extensive, resurfacing the entire surface may be necessary. This involves applying a new layer of bitumen or asphalt mixture over the existing surface to create a smooth and uniform finish. Resurfacing can help address multiple issues, including cracks, potholes, and unevenness.

It's important to follow the manufacturer's instructions and best practices when using any repair materials. Additionally, proper surface preparation, including cleaning and removing loose debris, is essential before applying any repair method.

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