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The Artist Who Lives for the Plot

Warning/s: Fem!Reader, Mild language/swearing, still chaotic, Verbal bullying disguised as flirting, petty drama, reader still very much suffering (comically), Unwilling reverse harem, Reader is done with them all (not really), fire, mentions of blood

[A/n]: I have no control over these boys. I'm just her for vibes and suffering. (cuz they don't exist huehuhe) Reader deserves hazard pay <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, >Part 4<, Part 5

Day 5: Part II - Silence is Sexy Now Apparently???

Whoever answered your desperate plea for peace and quiet—thank you.

Even if they were, like, three business days late and definitely filed your request under "suffering builds character."

Because this past few hours? Felt suspiciously like divine intervention.

No stage-diva boys haunting your hallway like perfume-scented cryptids.

No "Noonaaaa!" yelled with the thunderous, bass-boosted agony of a man possessed. From Baby, of all people.

You told him to stop—said you didn't want people thinking you were older than you looked, especially not with his baby face and all that skincare witchcraft he hoards like it's sacred.

The little bastard just smirked harder, like he was saying, "Are you sure?"

You haven't known peace since your second day here. Much less now.

No Romance popping out from behind the prop shelf, dramatically clutching a scarf and declaring, "I dreamt of you last night. You were strangling me. Artistically."

It was a neck pillow. You yeeted it at his head. He thanked you.

No Abby blocking the hallway mirror to flex and ask you, completely straight-faced, "Is it villain-coded if I moisturize before world domination?"

You gave him a thumbs-up and left. He later claimed you were flirting.

No Mystery silently offering you your own coffee, only to walk away after you refused—leaving you standing there with the weird guilt of rejecting a ghost’s feelings.

You drank it anyway. It was your usual. How did he know?? You're still thinking about it.

And most importantly, no random interpretive dance ambush in the pantry while you were trying to microwave rice.

Just glorious silence and the sound of your sneakers not stepping on anyone's ego.

Which is why, for once, you were enjoying your break. Rooftop breeze in your hair, sketchbook in your lap, and the rare spiritual luxury of not being absolutely done with humanity.

Seriously. Whoever was pulling strings up there? You forgive them. They were late, but they came through.

Your only concern this morning was how many folding chairs you'd be emotionally blackmailed into hauling later. That, and whether you had enough lead in your pencil to finish this page.

You hadn't seen a single suspicious silhouette or reality-shattering jawline since clocking in.

Well, okay, fine. You did run into them earlier when you're getting for break time.

Romance had cornered you in the supply room like he was filming a music video, asking if he could "pose dramatically for your art." His eyes sparkled. Yours twitched.

Abby tried flexing casually while asking about your weekend plans, then pretended to drop something so you'd "just happen" to see his back muscles.

You did. You were mildly impressed. You told him to stop weaponizing gym memberships.

And Baby?

He just strolled over without a word and dropped into the seat beside you, one leg stretched out, the other slung over his knee like he was posing for a magazine titled Ego Issues Quarterly

He didn't even look at you at first. Just leaned back, arms draped along the chair like he’d been born lounging.

Then he said, voice low and lazy, "How much for the sketchbook?"

You didn't answer. He offered gum. You still didn't answer. He threw in a paperclip shaped like a bunny.

You almost caved. And by that, you meant throw hands.

And as all this happened, you did what you always did: stayed indifferent on the outside.

But on the inside?

You were clocking every angle. Every jawline, every shadow, every stupid strand of unfair hair volume. Half of you was annoyed; the other half was already tagging their bone structures under "good reference" in your brain's internal Pinterest.

You weren't immune. Just busy.

But amidst the usual dumb banter and war for your attention, one thing stuck out: Jinu.

He didn't flirt. He didn't joke. He barely looked at you ever since you step foot in the building.

You noticed it in passing—how quiet he was. A little more serious than usual. Like something had lodged itself in his brain and refused to vacate the premises. Definitely not just brooding-for-aesthetic. Actual thoughts.

Suspicious.

And maybe it was your artist brain short-circuiting from too many Pinterest boards, but the tension in his shoulders? The way his jaw kept ticking like it was chewing on unfinished dialogue?

Yeah. If he were a drawing, you'd label him "Haunted by Plot Twist, page 37."

You should've been concerned. You really should've.

But nah. Not your business. You had background extras to sketch, rent to pay, and three missing pen nibs to mourn.

Which brings us back to now.

You were so blissfully content, maybe even giggled to yourself once or twice like a tiny menace in a hoodie, that you didn't notice the bench shift beside you.

You blinked, mid-sketch, and looked up.

Oh. It was him. Mystery.

You paused. Blinked again. Yeah, not a hallucination.

Sometimes, he freaked you out a little. Not in the horror-movie way. Just... he was so quiet. Too quiet. Like his stage name wasn't just branding but a literal warning.

Mystery had a habit of showing up without sound, appearing like a cursed Pokémon spawn next to you, behind you, in your personal bubble.

Still, all things considered? He was the least annoying of the lot. Not to mention, you did admit to yourself you found him cute.

He didn't throw flirty one-liners at you like he was auditioning for the role of 'sexy second lead,' and he hadn't tried to yoink your sketchbook like it was the last horcrux. That earned him points.

So you let him sit. Whatever. It was a big rooftop.

You returned to your sketching, lazily doodling the closest prop in sight.

You had, like, five minutes left of freedom before someone inevitably called you to haul folding chairs, fix someone's wig, or hand-sew a button back onto a backup jacket.

You sighed just thinking about it. And then you felt it, the weight against your side.

You froze. Your eyes slid sideways.

Mystery had leaned in. Not dramatically, not like a collapsing tree, just... rested his shoulder against yours. Hair over his face as always, head dipped slightly.

You squinted at him.

Then, as if he might leap into action at any second, you closed your sketchbook. Slowly. Suspiciously. (Always be cautious!)

He didn't move.

"...Are you not feeling well?" You asked.

Mystery shook his head. Barely. Just enough for you to notice. Still, he didn't say anything else.

You glanced around like you were in a spy thriller. Was this a distraction? Were the others planning an ambush while he played decoy? You wouldn't put it past them.

You were starting to suspect you'd become their favorite form of enrichment. Like a stress ball. Or an emotional support disaster muppet.

But nothing. The rooftop stayed quiet. No one popped out with dramatic finger hearts or badly disguised attempts at small talk.

Maybe... maybe they were actually busy. Maybe someone finally got them to rehearse so hard they collapsed on the floor.

But this dude still had the energy to climb all the way up here? Then never mind.

You just hoped they stayed busy. That Mystery showing up here was his own decision not something cooked up by Jinu, mister I-have-a-switch, or the rest of his chaos committee.

You turned back toward Mystery, trying to play it cool.

Not to be weird or anything, but his cologne smelled... nice. Soft. Like citrus and something expensive. It didn't attack your nose like some of the cologne samples you once tried at the mall that nearly caused a coma.

His hair looked soft, too. A little fluffy. It reminded you of one of your grandparents' pets which was the sleepy little dog they had. It used to curl up beside you and doze off while you drew.

Was that what Mystery was doing? Were you warmth? A heating pad?

...Was he asleep?

You squinted again. No answer. You huffed and picked up your pencil. If you couldn't figure him out, you might as well draw through it.

Doodles. Hands. Some profile from memory. A chaotic blob that could become something. Anything to keep your hands busy and your eyes off the mystery boy literally named Mystery.

You didn't notice the small smile tugging at his lips.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed. Break was over.

You stared down at the screen like it had betrayed you. Back to the world. Back to chaos. Back to sanity erosion.

But for now, for just a moment longer, you stayed seated. And beside you, Mystery didn't move either

Without speaking, or even needing to tell him to sit up, you saw Mystery already shifting, straightening just slightly as if he'd read your mind.

Okay...that's nice. Creepy. But nice.

You stood with a quiet sigh, brushing off your hoodie like it had personally offended you, sketchbook tucked under your arm like a child you were protecting from the world's sins.

"Later." You bid him casually with a little nod.

Mystery didn't answer. He rarely did. Sometimes he talked. Sometimes he didn't. You were starting to think he had a secret dice roll for social interaction.

And you didn't expect him to still be watching.

Didn't expect him to stay exactly where you left him, still leaning slightly, still barely moving, like one of those statues in horror games that only move when you look away.

For some reason, even with all that hair obscuring half his face, you imagined his eyes trailing after you like a dog watching its human leave for work. All soulful gaze and tragic resignation.

Like if you turned around, he might paw at the air and whine.

But you didn't linger, just pushed the rooftop door open then stopped. You blinked—because there, in the corner of your vision, saw a flash of pink. Not pastel. Not sky. Something unnatural.

A glitch or something. A smoke trail. Like someone mid-teleport in a fantasy game with their settings on 'extra dramatic.'

You stared one half-second longer than any sane person would, nodded like "cool, love that for us," and walked off. You had chairs to carry. Wigs to adjust. A paycheck to clutch like a rosary.

Let someone else deal with the possible interdimensional chaos cloud.

Behind you, Mystery finally sat up straight. His eyes never left the spot where you'd vanished through the door.

And that's when the others appeared with a flash of pink.

"Yo." Abby's voice cut through the rooftop air like a slap. He looked at Mystery, brow twitching. "Was that... you leaning on her? Or are the stage lights finally frying my retinas?"

Romance turned, jaw already dropped. "She let you sit next to her?" Then as if he came upon a realization, he added, "I mean— you got contact?"

He blinked, stunned. No way. You always swatted them off with a scowl. You pulled away like they were leaking radioactivity anytime they got too close.

But now Mystery got a seat? A whole moment?

What the hell.

The said person—demon didn't answer. He didn't have to. The silence was louder than anything he could've said.

Baby scoffed, arms folded tight. "Did you at least look at what she was doing?"

He told himself it was about the sketchbook. About the mission, but it wasn't. Not really.

No reply.

Romance tilted his head, his tone laced with mockery. "What—did you fall for that human or something?"

"A possible enemy." Abby muttered with syrupy venom. "Aww. That's adorable. What next? Gonna write her name in your demon diary?"

"Or give her your soul in a glittery envelope?" Baby flatly said with squinted eyes. "Just say you're in love with the enemy already."

He hadn't meant for it to land like that. Not really. But Mystery's hand twitched at his side, still silent.

Baby glanced away first with a little scoff.

"Maybe that's his plan now." Jinu's voice cut in, low and clipped. "Stay quiet. Earn her trust. Let her think he's harmless, just some weird, hoodie-wearing loner. Then when her guard's down, she gives him the sketchbook... or shows him what's inside."

His arms crossed tighter. "Wouldn't have to ask. Wouldn't have to flirt. Just sit there and wait until she spills like he's special."

Jinu paused for a brief second.

"Smart." He added. But it didn't sound like a compliment. More like a warning. Or maybe a grudge dressed up as logic.

They all turned to Mystery. He stared back—calm, and unreadable, like none of their noise registered. Not compared to whatever was playing in his head.

He blinked once then spoke, quiet enough to be lost in the wind. "She moves when I look. I don't want her to move."

It landed like a spell. Sudden. Off-key. Too soft to handle.

For a second, no one spoke.

Abby froze. No blink. No quip. Just stared like his system had crashed mid-update.

Romance let out a breath, hand on his chest like he'd been hit. No teasing now, just narrowed eyes and something twisted in his gut.

"That line had flavor." He muttered. "Did it taste like yearning?"

He tried to laugh, but it fell flat. Because he remembered your expression—your bored scowl, your insult about glitter, the way you spun that foam trident like you'd trained for it.

He was supposed to be the charming one. The safe bet. But you hadn't even twitched.

He'll probably start genuinely sulking, and that would just be humiliating.

Now Mystery, who barely talks, gets to sit next to you? Yeah. That stung. (Bruised something which certainly wasn't just his ego).

Baby blinked, disbelief cracking through his usual smirk. He expected poetry from Romance. Absurdity from Abby. But Mystery?

"That was a rom-com lead moment." Baby narrowed his eyes. "I'm gonna be sick." Then, under his breath, "Mystery spoke and now the universe tilts."

He turned to Jinu, petty and itching. "Better switch up your shampoo, golden boy. Whatever you're using clearly stopped working."

It was a cheap shot. He didn't care. The feelings stirring in his chest weren't clean—so he'd call it strategy. Frustration. Anything but jealousy.

None of them had gotten that far.

Not Abby's showboating. Not Romance's smooth talk. Not Jinu's sudden fake kindness. Not even him with his cuteness.

And Mystery? Said one line and got further than any of them.

Unacceptable.

Abby huffed beside him, arms crossed in mirror defense. No words. Just a silent, sulky pout that made his fitted shirt feel too tight all of a sudden.

Jinu didn't react, he didn't flinch. Just stood still, jaw tight. Eyes unreadable. But inside? Yeah. He felt the burn.

He was the first. The one who let you in. Let you photograph them, bark orders, roll your eyes without consequence. You didn't swoon. Didn't care. Just worked.

He'd called it strategy. Keep you close. Watch you. (They know where you live).

But somewhere between your eye rolls and offhand insults, something else had crept in. Something not in the plan. Not strategy.

Now, seeing you sit still for Mystery—letting him close?

Jinu exhaled through his nose, soft and low.

"Hopeless." He muttered, gaze distant. He didn't know if he meant Mystery, who was clearly done playing spy, or himself, for ever thinking he could separate observation from obsession.

He exhaled through his nose. "Scratch him off. He’s not getting that sketchbook."

"Good." Baby said, a little too fast. His voice cut through the air, crisp and cool. "Less mouths. Maybe I'll actually get close enough next time without being called a stray cat."

Romance grinned, the mischief in his eyes impossible to miss. "You're still upset she called you a stray, huh? What was it? Something about turf wars with raccoons behind a 7-Eleven?"

Baby's scowl deepened like he was reliving it in real-time. He turned to Romance with a glare sharp enough to draw blood. "She called you glitter vomit, Romance." He snapped. "So unless you wanna be part of the clean-up crew, shut it."

Romance's grin twitched. Just slightly. Like it was painted on, cracking at the edges.

"At least I sparkle when I'm insulted." He said through clenched teeth, voice still sugarcoated but sharp. "You hiss and knock over boxes like a third-tier saja who got rejected from charm school. I'd say it's embarrassing, but you made it an art."

Baby didn't blink. "Yeah?" He said, voice low. "Keep talking, sparkle guts. Maybe she'll pity you enough to sweep you off the floor."

They stared at each other, tension crackling, the air thick with the kind of petty animosity that only two beautiful people with bruised egos could manage.

Abby chuckled, but there was no heat behind it. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly ignoring the demon catfight behind him. "Still... maybe I should try the quiet and tragic approach. Think that's her type?"

Baby and Romance turned to look at him, their showdown paused—forgotten, maybe.

"Oh sure." Baby rolled his eyes. "Let me just uninstall my entire personality and start brooding in a corner."

"Maybe it'd work." Romance said, quieter now. His gaze flicked toward Mystery, then back to where you'd been. "She looked at him like he wasn't annoying unlike the rest of us."

Jinu watched his members bicker and spiral into their own egos like it was a full-time job.

Baby and Romance were still glaring at each other like petty rivals in a perfume ad. Abby looked like he was preparing for a tragic boyband concept era.

And Mystery? Mystery was just... staring into space like he was composing poetry in Morse code.

It was exhausting.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "How do you all function." he muttered under his breath.

Considering he was the one who put this group together, Jinu really did understand what he was putting you through.

The difference was you didn't show it.

You just rolled your eyes, insulted their hair, dropped art references they barely understood, and carried on like they weren't literal demons sent to take your souls.

His fingers tapped rhythmically against his arm. Fine. No more improvisation. No more solo disasters that ended in sulking, musical tantrums, or poetic self-sabotage.

And Jinu? He didn't look up. Just stared at the rooftop floor like it might cough up the answer. Like maybe if he glared long enough, the plan would fix itself.

This was getting out of hand.

When Jinu spoke, his voice was cold, clipped, but beneath that chill was something else. Tight and controlled, like if he let it slip even a little, the wrong truth might come out.

"Nothing changes." He turns around. "We get that sketchbook."

His eyes didn't waver. Focused and empty all at once, like he was looking straight through the moment—past them, past the plan, past himself.

The others turned, expression unreadable.

"Today." He added, this time sharper. "Settle it once and for all. No more delays. No more distractions."

Then, noticing a few people nearby, other interns passing through, a couple of techies on break, Jinu didn’t say anything else. He just walked off, quiet and brisk, the echo of his footsteps trailing behind like punctuation.

The silence he left was sharp.

Abby exhaled first. "It's just curiosity." He muttered, too fast—like it was supposed to explain everything. "She's weird. All that slang. Anime and internet soup or whatever."

"Yeah." Baby agreed, more casual but still frowning. "Seriously. What kind of human’s that unaffected? Even with my absolute cuteness."

Romance didn't say anything else. He just sighed. There he goes again with his face. (Says the guy who also admires himself in the mirror).

No one said what they were really thinking, and that made the silence stretch. No one moved or agreed to what Jinu said even if he was long gone.

But no one argued either.

And maybe that was answer enough.

-

You didn't notice the rooftop stares.

You were halfway across the lot now, a cardboard box in your arms and a pen behind your ear, chatting with one of the stage techs as you both walked.

Something about costume returns. Or lost props. Or a mannequin that got decapitated again. The usual.

The sun was high. Your feet ached. Your back was one bend away from cracking like bubble wrap.

But you still considered this peace. You could almost believe it was permanent but the last you believed that, they appear—

Your coworker flinched and hissed, "Kkamjjagiya!" (you surprised me) like they'd just seen a ghost.

You didn't have to turn around to know what caused it. The air got ten percent warmer and one hundred percent more unbearable.

Of course. Of course they were back after a few hours.

The Saja Boys stepped in one by one, doing That Thing™ they did. The posture shift. The twinkle in the eyes. The half-smiles like they knew they were dreams personified.

Romance was first, holding a clipboard like it was a bouquet. "Need a hand, sweetheart? Or two? Maybe three?"

You glared. He winked. Then his stupid ass tripped, but you could tell it was on purpose, obviously, because he fell right toward your sketchbook.

His fingers just grazed the cover before you slammed your clipboard down on his wrist.

"Ow." He said with a small hiss, rubbing his arm before flashing a grin like he''d been personally blessed by the pain. "Still feisty... and I still very much like it."

You looked at him like you had just judged his entire bloodline, and found all of them guilty.

"You're about to like ice packs too."

Romance chuckled, unfazed. "I accept my fate. But just so you know, bruises make great conversation starters."

He winked. "Want me to autograph the one you're about to give me?"

You blinked once. Then blinked again.

Then, very slowly, you lifted your sketchbook like you were contemplating smacking him with it, not out of rage, but sheer exhausted disbelief.

"...You want a pen to sign your medical bill too?"

Romance grinned wider. "Only if you draw on it first."

You groaned, already regretting every life decision that led you here.

Baby was next.

This gives you déjà vu from last night.

He popped up beside you like a clingy phantom and held up a crayon drawing of you riding a dragon, trying to use that face of his to his advantage, again.

"Fan art." He announced, grinning like he was unveiling a masterpiece. "From me. Artist to artist. Let's swap. Yours for mine?"

You blinked, brow rising. They're coming at you again, specifically your sketchbook.

"Did you just draw me stabbing Jinu?" You asked, trying your absolute best to keep your face blank because if you cracked now, even a twitch, you knew you'd never hear the end of it.

He'd say his drawing got you. That he got you.

Baby leaned in, clearly fishing for proof. "Maybe." He said, grinning like a devil. "But you're not denying it's good."

You held his gaze, lips twitching—just once.

Unfortunately for you, he saw it. And he lit up like a kid who'd just been handed a trophy for 'Most Annoying and Proud.'

"Aww, was that a smile?" He cooed, smugness practically oozing as he tilted his head. "It was. Don't lie."

You frowned, still holding the crayon drawing like it personally offended your degree. "No, it wasn't."

"Sure it was." He leaned in like he was about to stage whisper a secret. "Mystery said you smiled too. Now I got one. We're tied. Kinda makes us rivals, don't you think?"

You raised a brow again then stared at him flatly. "I'm getting security."

"You're getting sentimental." He shot back, still grinning. Then, quieter, just for extra effect: "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me, Sunshine."

You stopped mid-step then slowly turned, and stared at him like he'd just kicked a puppy and asked for applause.

Baby only beamed brighter, hands in his pockets like he hadn't just committed a social felony. Like he was proud of it.

He rocked back on his heels, smug as hell. "See? That face. You like me."

Haha. You wanna throw a chair at him.

Next was Abby.

He was already halfway through picking up a fallen roll of duct tape, like he'd just happened to be nearby and oh-so-conveniently useful.

His posture was casual, like this was a normal day and not a full-blown five-man flirt ambush.

He straightened, smiled, and held out the tape like an offering.

"You look stressed, babe." He said smoothly. "I can carry the box. And the sketchbook. And you, if needed."

You stared at him, deadpan. "You can carry yourself to the other side of the room."

He grinned. Unbothered. Then, because he was Abby, flexed just a bit like the room was his gym and the moment demanded it.

You blinked. "Was that necessary?"

"Everything I do is necessary." He said it like a motto. Like his muscles were a public service.

You opened your mouth, then shut it again.

Then, finally, inevitably, you smiled. Not a happy smile. Not even close. It was that exhausted, resigned, "Of course you said that" kind of smile. The kind you give your group project partner right before they say, "Trust me."

You don't bother to waste your energy on pushing him away. "...Help me tape the costume rack, you walking protein shake."

He beamed. "Gladly. Want me to flex while I do it?"

Your smile stayed, brittle and doomed. You didn't answer. Just turned away and sighed like someone whose will to resist was slowly being bench-pressed out of existence.

He still followed, tape in hand and biceps fully committed to the bit.

Jinu, who was leaning against the nearest wall with his arms crossed, watched it all unfold like a smug director of a very stupid play.

He didn't speak at first. Just stood there, all moody elegance and judgment, like he hadn’t tripped over a stack of crates last night and almost died from it. (yeah, you're exaggerating)

Huh. So mister switch-flip was back to his usual self—the smug, mildly infuriating version— if he was here now, watching you like he hadn't spent the last few hours pretending you didn't exist.

Maybe he got over whatever brooding anime arc he was stuck in. Or maybe his pride finally regenerated enough to rejoin the land of the socially functioning.

Either way, great. The cryptid council was back at full force.

"You know," Jinu poke, voice casual but eyes sharp, "for someone who draws so much, you never show anyone what you're proud of. Makes you look like you're hiding something."

You raised a brow. "I am. My patience."

A corner of his mouth twitched. Not quite a laugh. Nor quite a challenge. "Maybe you're just shy. Or maybe it's something else."

"Gaslighting won't get you what you want, Jinu."

He took another step, a smirk pulling at his lips. "You sure?"

You blinked at him, unimpressed. "I've met tax collectors with more charm."

That made him laugh. It wasn't loud, but real. "So you admit I've got some charm."

You tilt your head slightly and looked at him dead in the eye. "Barely."

For some reason, you found him extra irritating today. Not because he'd gone distant. Not because his silence had bothered you more than it should have. He was just... irritating. That was all.

Totally unrelated to how he acted this morning.

With that, the standoff lingered like static in the air.

And somewhere behind you, Abby muttered under his breath, "...Why is this kinda hot?"

Baby immediately turned to glare at him. "You're not helping."

It had been fifteen minutes since you last saw those try-hards. Five full minutes of blessed silence. No flirtatious quips. No ambushes. No bizarre "fan art trades."

But the peace only made you more suspicious.

What was with them today? They weren't just being annoying, they were focused. Like there was a mission. Like they were actually determined to get a look inside your sketchbook.

What suddenly lit a fire under all of them?

And then, without warning—

Mystery was there.

Not in a flashy poof of smoke or with a dramatic line. Just... there. Sitting silently at your usual corner, already pulling a chair out beside him like he expected you to follow.

You paused, internally finding that action adorable.

Of course, Mystery didn't speak. He never started the conversation. He just hovered—close, unnervingly so, and waited like your orbit naturally included him.

Still, when you sat to sort through prop lists, he followed suit. Close enough that you could feel his presence, but far enough that it might be called respectful. Technically.

"You're not subtle." You muttered without looking up, pen scratching against paper like it was your only lifeline to sanity.

Mystery tilted his head in response. Just a fraction. Enough to acknowledge, but not enough to explain.

You sighed, flipping the page in your folder with just a little more aggression than necessary.

"Don't try to out-quiet me." You warned, eyes still fixed on your checklist. "It won't work. I invented deadpan silence. I thrive in it."

He didn't blink or moved, just continued to exist there: quiet, patient, unsettlingly still. Like a ghost who had no intention of leaving.

Like he'd wait all day if he had to.

You hummed lightly then turned your head slightly. You opened your sketchbook just a crack, just to glance at a reference. And like clockwork. there it was. A hand.

Creeping from the edge of your vision like a crab.

"Back off." You said without missing a beat, slapping the sketchbook shut.

"Rude." Baby muttered from behind a nearby column. "I was gentle that time."

You raised your eyes. Across the room—yes, they were all there. Sigh.

Romance, leaned against a mirror like he was waiting for a slow-mo spin. Abby pretending to fix a light fixture, flexing subtly. Jinu at the back, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his mouth like he was enjoying a live telenovela.

Losers. Every last one of them.

Mystery, on the other hand, didn't flinch. Just leaned in a little more. Like the rest of the chaos didn't exist. Like he was the only one in the room who understood that silence could be a kind of closeness too.

You side-eyed him. "You do realize they're all watching, right?"

Mystery, being him, didn't say anything at first.

Then, without moving his head, he said—quietly, just enough for you to hear, "Let them."

. . .

You coughed. Violently.

Not because you were choking. But because—what the hell was that?

Who gave him permission to drop a line like that? Soft, unwavering, lowkey romantic like he'd just stepped out of one of those late-night dramas you pretended not to watch but absolutely binged at 2 a.m.

You stared harder at your checklist like it was responsible for your sudden internal meltdown. No. Nope. You were not affected.

You were perfectly normal. Mentally stable. Immune to cryptic, poetic boys with sleepy voices and stupidly good hair.

You coughed again just to be safe. And to smother the tiny part of your brain that was currently kicking its feet and giggling like a schoolgirl.

It wasn't like the others' lines, the ones that almost worked or just made you cringe. This one hit different. Probably because you didn't expect it from him.

From across the room, several heads snapped in sync.

"???"

"Is she choking on air or dying?" Abby asked, eyebrows raised and genuinely confused.

"Wait—hold on. That was flirting, wasn't it?" Baby said, scowling. "Oh, so he gets bonus points for whispering cryptic nonsense, but when I bring bunny-shaped paperclips, I'm 'too much'? Unreal."

"She coughed like she just got hit with a K-drama line." Romance muttered, stunned. "What the hell did he say?"

Baby and Abby exchanged a look before shrugging.

Then Romance placed a hand over his chest, as if physically struck, and took a staggered breath. "Wait—no. Don't tell me. I'll spiral."

Then, snapping back with a bitter edge: "What, did he whisper poetry? A tragic backstory? I swear, if it worked—" He narrowed his eyes. "I'm deleting my entire personality."

Jinu gave Romance a long, unimpressed look. Then shook his head once—slow, like even he couldn't believe this was the conversation happening.

Without another word, he turned his gaze back to where you and Mystery sat, eyes narrowing like squinting hard enough might reveal the secrets of the universe.

Or at least, whatever the hell Mystery just whispered that made you cough like a lovesick drama lead.

His jaw ticked and his expression didn't change. But damn, was he staring hard.

"Whatever he said, I could've said it better—with more charisma and less blinking." Abby muttered, then added with a scoff, "If dead silence and vague stares are the new sexy, I've clearly been overperforming."

Romance folded his arms, bitter. "Don't. You'd combust."

Jinu said nothing. Still leaning against the wall like he had been for the past ten minutes, but now his eyes were colder.

Something in him ticked, like he was deciding whether to be impressed... or set someone on fire.

Then Mystery moved again, barely. His hand hovered near your sketchbook, one finger tapping the corner. Not taking. Just gesturing.

You glanced at him then sighed. You hand him a blank sticky note from your stack. It was a cute design.

He took it. Carefully. A tiny twitch of amusement crossed his face like a breeze over water—barely there, but real.

Baby watched, his eyes wide for a second then blank next. "She gave him stationery. That's it. I'm buying glitter pens."

"She gives him the cute stuff. I break my back carrying things and all I get is scoliosis." Abby deadpanned.

Romance groaned, covering his face. "This is it. This is my villain origin story. I'm dyeing my hair black and starting a solo."

Jinu still didn't speak. But when he did, his voice was sharp, low, and precise, like the clean pull of a trigger. No room for argument. No room for delay.

"We're getting that sketchbook. By sundown."

Bold words from Jinu. The kind you'd expect to trigger some epic music or a final boss cutscene.

Instead, the rest of the day passed in a blur of nonsense.

You dodged at least seven ambushes, blocked two fake "accidental" trips (looking at Baby), and barely survived a very dramatic confession from Romance that involved a bouquet made out of receipt paper.

Mystery just kept appearing at your side like a ghost with feelings. Abby tried to carry you again.

You were too tired to keep fighting them off. Too drained to question whatever demon pact they'd clearly made to break you down.

By the time you finally locked your sketchbook in your bag and dragged yourself home, your body was aching, your patience was threadbare, and your suspicion was officially at Defcon 1.

Something was off. You could feel it.

You didn't remember falling asleep, just the weight of exhaustion and the quiet hum of your apartment floor. It was normally peaceful here.

You even liked your neighbors. The college student who always microwaved noodles at 2AM, the elderly couple across the hall, the quiet guy with too many plants.

So when the screaming started, it didn't register at first.

The scream came again, sharper this time. Closer. Then the crack of glass. A choking smell. Smoke curling under your door.

You were on your feet in seconds.

The air had already changed, thick and sharp. Your eyes burned before you even opened the closet. You didn't remember moving, just grabbing your bag, your sketchbook, your phone—

You hissed as your hand hit the doorknob.

"...Fuck."

The door wouldn't budge.

The metal handle scorched your palm, and you jerked back with a hiss. Too hot. Too sealed. The smoke was rising fast now—choking, thick, clawing at your lungs like it had teeth.

You stumbled back, coughing hard, vision blurred as the room twisted in heat. You turned to grab your bag, the one thing you had to save, and as you slung it over your shoulder, your arm grazed the corner of the overturned desk.

A flash of pain. Sharp. You looked down and saw the crimson line blooming across your forearm, thin but angry, already staining the sleeve of your shirt. Glass, maybe. Or metal. You didn't know.

Your heart was a drumbeat in your ears. Loud. Wild.

You pressed your good hand over the cut, staggering toward the window. But the smoke was thicker now, a suffocating wall of grey, and each breath clawed deeper than the last.

Your knees buckled.

Just as your vision began to flicker, there was a sound—a crack like thunder and the crash of splintering wood. The door burst open.

Smoke billowed out into the hallway like a living thing, and through it stepped a figure—tall, fast, steady.

Your body didn't register the face. It didn't need to.

Because all you saw was the golden glow of his eyes. They were unmoving. Fierce. Anchored.

...Like sunlight piercing the storm.

You tried to say something, his name? A joke? anything, but your throat burned, and the room tilted sideways. The last thing you felt was the warmth of strong arms catching you.

And then darkness, but it wasn't lonely.

Because before the light slipped away completely, you remembered one thing: That beautiful, impossible glow. Golden. Bright.

And safe.

[colebabey888]

Cultivating Your Signature It Girl Aesthetic | THE IT GIRL DIARIES

Fashion and style are critical components of the ideal It Girl. However, style is not about following every trend, you are the inspiration, the trendsetter, the It Girl style is about creating a look that is uniquely yours, an appearance that no one else can replicate but instead only have deep admiration for it. It’s about creating a personal brand that feels true to who you are and owning it.

How to discover and curate your signature look?

Know Your Aesthetic

Identify your fashion preferences. Are you drawn to classy elegance, barbie doll pink, edgy streetwear, coquette or bohemian chic? Curate a wardrobe that reflects this aesthetic consistently. Identifying your aesthetic does not mean limiting yourself to only that, else you're just another follower taking inspiration from the trendsetter. Take your aesthetic and make it your own, add your touch of personality and characteristic to it, give it a bit of you.

Invest in Staples

Build your wardrobe around staple pieces that can be mixed and matched. Classic items like plain white or black tees, versatile denim, fitted slacks, clothing that can never go out of style because it can always be made into something more.

Embrace Your Natural Features

Celebrate what makes you you. If you have big lips or eyes, find ways to accentuate them! Instead of conforming to trends that don't serve your look, embrace and elevate your features. For instance, laminating your brows for a neat, polished appearance instead of shaving them all off and redrawing them on like.. Discover beauty techniques that enhance your natural beauty rather than masking it.

Maintain a Signature Hair Routine

Your hair is one of your defining traits! Whether you have silky straight hair or kinky 4b curls, a consistent haircare routine helps you feel polished and put together. Invest in treatments that align with your hair type and goals—like deep conditioning and hot oil treatments for moisture and strength. If you love to wear your hair sleek, using heat protectants and frizz control products will help maintain your signature look while preventing damage.

Curate a Low-Maintenance Glam Look

You don’t have to spend hours on makeup to feel fabulous. Find key beauty steps that give you lasting results, like applying a lip tint every third day to keep your lips subtly flushed without constant reapplication. Design a makeup routine that emphasizes your key features. A weekly face mask tailored to your skin’s needs helps keep your complexion glowing. Embrace easy, effective beauty hacks that fit seamlessly into your routine.

Focus on Clean, Minimal Elegance

True elegance comes from appearance and how you carry yourself. Paying attention to skin, hair, and environmental cleanliness, moving with grace and poise. Keeping things simple yet chic, whether it’s maintaining a daily skincare routine or practicing oil pulling—ensure you’re always putting your best self forward. The key is consistency and subtlety, qualities that define It Girl charm.

Stick to What Works

The It Girl aesthetic isn’t about following every trend—it’s about finding what works for you and sticking with it. Your style and beauty choices should reflect what feels comfortable and sustainable for you.

Your personal style should reflect who you are on the inside and help you radiate confidence. Discover what feels authentic, and from there, curate a signature It Girl aesthetic that highlights your best self.

mwah! xoxo, colebabey8.88

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[onlygarden]

[not yours, not anymore] - yang jungwon

genre: smut

description: your ex-boyfriend, heeseung, broke up with you only a day ago. however, when jungwon catches wind of this, the first thing he does is let you know he's there for you, in his own twisted way. dubcon, noncon, blood, biting, slapping, choking, marking, bruising, manipulation, unprotected sex, jungwon is just a sick little perv hehe

a/n: i decided to embark on a little sidequest because i really needed a break from "would it scare you" (i swear i'm not a person who can focus only on one fic for several days i NEED FREEDOM) and i had so much inspiration to finish this one so yes. i hope you enjoy :D it's 2am. goognight

with his heart thrumming in his chest, and the staggering excitement making his legs move quicker than ever, jungwon headed to your place.

the relationship you spent two years building with heeseung ended recently, leaving a relentless ache in your chest to accompany you. ultimately, he told you that you were “nothing but a fucking chore,” words you began to feel through the final months of your relationship, anyway, without him needing to tell you. well, at least he was honest. callous, but honest.

in jungwon’s ‘mind’ – or rather, just a ball of perverted filth – this revelation was nothing short of exhilarating. from the moment heeseung started to bring you around, jungwon couldn’t control the urges you ignited in him. whenever you slept at their place, and heeseung stepped out of the room for whatever irrelevant reason jungwon didn’t care about, jungwon often found himself peaking through the crack heeseung so thoughtfully left in the doorway, aching to see just a tiny glimpse of the flesh he could only ever admire through your clothes. this is my friend’s girlfriend, this isn’t right, he would think. those detaining words were the only thing that ever stopped him from just snatching the blanket from your cute little sleeping figure and demolishing you. you and your body, made to be enjoyed. now, those detaining words were no longer true, and those downright torturous years were over – so of course he was fucking elated. shameless little hornball.

he showed up prepared, of course. he’s still a gentleman, after all – he arranged a basket of all your favorite snacks, and he bought you a bouquet of flowers to truly show his ‘concern,’ if it could even be called such. when you opened the door, dressed in those tiny soft shorts that constricted the flesh of your thighs, jungwon’s mouth lost every trace of moisture. look at you, being a filthy tease even in your despair, he thinks. 

“hey, i heard about you and heeseung,” he starts, an applaudable display of false sweetness laced in each of his words, and the knit of his brows. he could find a tinge of pity within himself, after all, but the anticipation he felt overshadowed anything else. “i just wanted to come check on you, and see if you were okay.” 

those devious words earn him an easy entry into your place, a plethora of “thank you, jungwon,” and “you’re so kind, this is too much, really,” leaving your weary lips with such gratitude that he almost feels a whisper of guilt for the wicked intentions veiled beneath his ‘caring’ exterior. 

he’s patient, too. leading you to your sofa, pulling you into his lap, easing your sweet troubles as he basks in the pleasure of the pressure of your body against his clothed cock. he feigns attentiveness as the feeble, delicate words leak out of you like a hemorrhage. you divulge, and divulge, and divulge.

“i just– i don’t know how to–” 

jungwon presses his nose to your neck, inhaling depravedly as his lips caress the skin there. as your body begins to tense, jungwon’s clutch on your hips only constricts, serving to halt any effort to move away from him. with your body being so vulnerable, having disclosed such taxing emotions for the past taxing hour, it was quite simple for him.

“w-won? what are you–”

his tongue slithers from his mouth, cascading up your neck, passing over your shock-parted lips as he licks the tears you shed for heeseung from your slippery face. he swallows them too, enjoying the bitter salt of them on his tongue– bitter, just as heeseung would feel if he knew the obscene manner in which jungwon planned to treat his freshly-ex girlfriend. 

“shhhh, it’s okay. no need to say anything, doll. i told you i’d make you feel better, didn’t i?”

the tranquility of your demeanor begins to falter. no, this is too much. the vulnerability of your heart felt entirely too much, and the hefty traces of heeseung were still far too prominent in every pore of you.

“j-jungwon, i–”

his body begins to shift, your back gradually meeting the couch beneath you as he presses you into the cushions of the couch – his endlessly broad shoulders cage you in, the security of them almost serving to comfort you, if not for the way his eyes flicker with the cruel intention of snatching away every trace of ownership heeseung ever carved into your body.

“shhh,” he shushes again, a certain harshness beginning to claw it’s way from his throat. “just be quiet. just let me do this, and i promise you’ll forget all about him.”

without even the pretense, the courtesy of awaiting your decision, jungwon’s fingers wrap themselves in the hem of your shirt, yanking the material over your head, allowing it to scrape coarsely against your back as you refuse to lift your body from the couch. 

“aww, let’s not make this hard, hm?” he breathes out in a gentle rasp, the soothing heat of his breath only serving to intensify the throbbing, pounding, beating in your chest. “i can make all of those tears go away, and you know that, don’t you?’

when you shake your head, and place a quivering hand on jungwon’s broad chest, his jaw tenses – now that he was here, so close to delving into everything he’s desired for the past two excruciating years, the last thing he wanted was even a semblance of distance between the two of you. 

he seizes your wrist, his nail marks imprinting the gentle skin. with a rapid, jarring yank, he draws your body closer to his using the punishing grip, your upper body left to dangle helplessly above the cushions. “yes, you do. tell me you do,” he demands, emphasizing the word ‘yes’ with a belittling nod.

the shiver that runs through you is involuntary, yet inescapable as the sheer, immobilizing command in his tone surrounds you, suffocating you. the sight of your fluttering jaw, the sound of your pained whimper, the subtle panic swelling in your eyes all aid in sharpening the frustration within him. 

jungwon releases your wrist, reveling in the satisfaction he gains as your feeble body bounces against the couch cushions. he allows his hand to glide across your torso, stuttering momentarily against the sweat dewing on your skin. as he reaches your neck, he muffles your erupting gasp as he clamps his fingers enough to disrupt your airflow.

“you’re not in charge here, doll. i know what you need. nod if you understand,” and to further relay the conviction of his words, he tightens his grip on your throat, his cock now aching to be freed from the confines of his jeans as your eyes roll back. he knows it’s only a reaction to the lack of air in your system, but god if it isn’t fucking sexy.

you nod, the action fueled cruelly by the need to breathe, and the need to appease the man stealing that ability from you. the air floods to your lungs in a desperate gasp as he releases his bruising grip on your neck. in his twisted admiration, he traces the finger marks which have already started to form in a wispy stroke. look at you, already looking less like heeseung’s. 

“are you gonna let me ease your mind, doll?

again, you nod, though a breathless sob emerges from your heaving chest. aren’t you just adorable, jungwon thinks. 

“shh, why are you crying, sweet thing? i’m just gonna take care of you, i promise,” he eases, the tips of his fingers tracing the glistening skin of your abdomen, hooking into the waistband of your shorts as he tugs the material apart with a resounding rip, the veins in his forearm tensing as he does. it’s almost a shame with how prettily they shaped you, he thinks. almost. 

the sound of your utterly devastated shorts hitting the floor is not nearly enough to draw jungwon’s attention away from your enrapturing body — you’re laid out underneath him, at his mercy, defenseless, the flesh of your thighs rippling as uncontrollable shivers force themselves through you.

“oh, baby… look at you,” he starts, then his eyes drift along the tracks of your tears ornamenting your face, augmenting the beauty he’s basking in. those tears, all for him – he’s not guilty in the slightest, the only emotion ignited by the pathetic tears streaming down your cheeks is pure, unbridled exhilaration. “you don’t need to cry over those shorts, they were just hiding you,” he taunts, and he knows you’re not crying over the shorts, he knows he’s the reason you’re crying, but he wouldn’t dare to let the opportunity to dangle his power above you to slip from his grasp. when you return no response, he’s not perturbed, not discouraged – he could busy your mouth with another activity, anyway. 

“open up,” he tells you, referring to your mouth, his voice carrying to you in a low rumble, his eyes shadowed with such crippling ferocity. 

as you do, the speed of your compliance seems to perturb jungwon — he grasps your jaw in his hand, forcing dizzying pressure onto your cheeks until your mouth stretches open to his contentment. with his free hand braced beside your head, he prepares a generous glob of spit on his tongue, opens his mouth, and allows it to drip languidly from his tongue onto yours. 

“that taste better than heeseung?” he asks, with no true intention of hearing your answer — he merely wished to remind you of the way he was blanketing every remnant of the other man. but it was true, it tasted much better than heeseung – that much you can admit, even in your fear.

his mouth latches to yours, and his tongue immediately follows, melding over the slimy, bubbly traces of his own spit, his own taste in your mouth, the indication of his rising claim over you sending his mind into a drunken spin. he separates his lips from yours, only enough to allow him to gather more of his saliva onto his tongue, passing it to yours as his tongue tangles with you once more, his lips attached to yours as though a powerful suctioning force was keeping them there.

“i knew you were nasty. heeseung just never knew how to treat you, did he?” he breathes out, his words labored as he recovers from the fervor he exuded while he kissed you. 

“you don’t have to worry anymore. i can give you everything that failure didn’t,” he tells you, the words spoken in such a dizzied, possessive haze, unconcerned with any possible response from you as he removes your undergarments. his only concern blooms toward the way he’ll relish in the sensation of plunging into your snug pussy, reclaiming, rewriting every fragment of you as his.

“don’t even think about getting up,” he demands, the paralyzing authority in his voice serving to keep you obedient and still, even without any restriction from his hands. you certainly weren’t going to think about getting up, he didn’t even need to say it. his eyes, his shadowed, focused eyes, don’t dare to deviate from yours, pressing you into the cushions below you as though they placed an anchor on your body, communicating a wickedness to you that his mouth couldn’t find the words to describe.

“now, you don’t have a choice, you know?” he asks, sending the question to linger in the air in it’s sick solitude. he chuckles as a little nod follows his question. look at you, agreeing instinctively now. “yea, you know it. you know i’m gonna fuck every thought of that bastard out of you, don’t you?” the juxtaposition of your naked, bare body trembling beneath his clothed form only adds to the validity of his statement. you couldn’t find it in yourself to pretend that you didn’t want every trace of heeseung within you diminished, though jungwon didn’t even seem willing to garner the patience to wait by you, soothing you for the period of time you’ll need until you can grant him your confirmation – he simply could not cope with that stupid word ‘wait’ anymore.

the clothes leave his body with haste as he stands, confident the power he’s displayed over you will keep you pliant, feeble, beautiful, laid out beneath him in preparation of his depravity, and during. he positions himself to loom over you, latching his fingers to the smooth flesh underneath your knees, squeezing the joints as his fingers glide along your calves, adjusting your legs over his sturdy shoulders. the shoulders that just offered you such irreplaceable security only moments ago. 

he shifts his weight once more, looming over you until his lips meet the space where your shoulder and neck join. “i have to taste you, i just need to– mmmh,” his words trail off into a soft, gratified moan as his tongue graces your skin, taunting, leisured motions of back and forth until his mouth slinks open, his teeth pinching your skin with such unbarred intensity that your hand flies to his forearm reflexively, signaling your pain to him.

your pain is not something that matters to him, not when you’re under him, and he certainly won’t reign himself in just to provide you with the luxury of comfort. jungwon’s eyebrows knit together, a devious frown gracing his delicate features, before he’s withdrawing from the junction of your neck, removing one your legs from his shoulder, and sending his hand to your cheek in a merciless slap. 

the aftermath of the action confirms to you that he didn’t hold back, at all – you ears ring incessantly, the room nearly blackens as you battle the dizziness overcoming you, and the sound bounces between the walls of your living room. he can see, sense, feel your pain and your fright, but he still presses on.

“didn’t i fucking tell you, you don’t get to control me?” 

you cannot even begin to muster a response, not when your mind is still swimming with the dizziness he granted to you, battling the terror and dread concocting in your debilitated mind. you hardly register the sensation of his saliva gliding along your cheek, as he spits on you for the gratification of it, it seems.

jungwon’s hand comes to curl around his shaft, slapping the bulky weight of his cock against your clit. not for your pleasure, of course – for his own, as he derives much enjoyment from the sight of your body suffering through uncontrollable twitches each time he does.

“you like that, huh? i know you do, you don’t have to pretend,” he taunts.

jungwon’s gaze clings to your face once more, drowning in the way your tears crawl slowly over your lower lashes, falling gracefully down your face and mingling with the saliva he left there, spreading the stream of it across more of your skin. with such an enthralling sight to fuel him, he slides the head of his painfully hard cock through your slippery lips, prodding your entrance with the head of his tip, his precum already gushing into the creamy sea your pussy has already created between the two of you. 

“you told me no, but you’ve been this wet the whole time, you nasty little thing,” he breathes out, a chuckle following the path of his words. “how fucking pathetic are you, getting wet from being slapped around.”

the last word leaves his mouth in a breathy grunt, as he shoves his cock inside of your warmth, driving each inch of himself into you, his width leaving such a sizzling stretch to follow the aftermath of his brutality. jungwon doesn’t tiptoe, doesn’t waste this precious moment in allowing you to adjust, and doesn’t yield to the whine plummeting from your lips as he fills you all too hurriedly, all too coercively. 

“fuck, you’re sucking me in so good,” he rasps, his voice tightening in a symptom of your heat encompassing him – the pressure of your lustrous walls only further compressed by your nerves and the circumstance of only one of your legs bending over his shoulder. he snatches your other leg, hooking the quivering limb onto his empty shoulder, his bicep tensing slightly as he does.

jungwon pounds, drills, pistons into you, his veiny, taut hands bracing themselves on either side of your head, each thrust he sends into you accompanied by a dire promise of ‘you’re mine, mine, mine, in every right.’ he’ll never stop, never, ever stop, he thinks, as he finally explores the warm palace he’s been locked out of for entirely too long. his cock punishes your insides, snapping his hips so rapidly, bruising, abusing you, turning the most delicate part of you into a mangled, sore mess.

he’s incessant in his thrusts, refusing adamantly to even think about slowing to a leisurely pace, in utter disregard for your pitiful cries and whines tickling his ears. in fact, the sound only aids in redoubling his efforts, the excitement of raiding the body he knows to be rightfully his running rampant in his system, goading him to pummel you in the cruelest way. 

shifting the brunt of his weight onto one arm, without halting the motion of his hips, jungwon grabs his phone, and snaps a photo of his cock tearing through you, your pussy attaching to him, enveloping him as though you accepted his ownership of you  – he’s sure to capture the sight of the prominent bulge he’s provided you with, your lavish moisture causing his shaft to glisten under the lens of his phone camera. 

“heeseung will never get to do this again, will he? mmm… no, he won’t. but he never did a good job, anyway, did he, baby?” 

your brain hardly digests his words, far too lost in the way his cock sends tremors throughout your body – the sofa quakes, and you’re certain your body would eventually slip from the couch if not for the way he was caging you in. in a flurry of wails, your throat hardly manages a “w-won, don’t–” 

“don’t what?” he asks, interrupting your flow of  thoughts, the words of protest he knew you were attempting to spill. “don’t say that about him? why not? he’s a fucking loser,” he informs you, his tone cruel, charged, and you cannot suppress the guilt you feel at the way his words almost soothe you.

his phone is carelessly tossed aside as he returns his focus to the precision of his thrusts, cascading torturously along your damp walls, your sopping pussy sending such filthy squelches to resound in the room as he sloshes around inside of you. “mmm… fuck, your pussy’s so happy i’m doing this, even if you pretend like she isn’t,” he claims, his words laced with pleasured breaths as he continues to expend all of his energy inside of you – the most fulfilling way he could ever imagine to drain his energy. any other form of activity seems so boring now, in the light of comparison to you.

as much as it frightens you, you cannot prevent it in the same way – he’s flattening you so much, the proximity so tight, that his lower abdomen presses into your clit with each immobilizing thrust. you’ve never felt so destroyed, so battered, and his cock impales you with such a fullness, forcing you to stretch to accommodate his length, his girth. your whines escalate into sobs as you attempt to equip yourself for the pleasure preparing to rip through you – you couldn’t possibly prepare, and you cum, reaching an ecstasy that he demanded from you, the feeling searing through each of your pores, shuddering through each tangible crevice of your body as it coerces you to writhe and quiver beneath him. 

“just like that baby, just like that, you nasty, nasty thing,” he crudely encourages, guiding you through the orgasm he bestowed onto you against your puny attempts of preventing it. “who’s making you cum? who just made you cum, harder than that loser ever did?” 

as you navigate the lasting, immense, piling pressure of your orgasm given to him with reluctance, you attain the momentary strength to mutter a “y-you,” and it’s a miracle the sound reached his expectant ears.

“that’s right, i did. not his pussy anymore, not your pussy anymore, mine,” he says, the words fanning over your features in a whispered growl.

fuck, you’re gorgeous, cumming underneath him, feeling so, so good, and looking so good while doing it. your spasms, your flutters, the flood of your essence gushing more plentifully around him as you peak in such ravishing pleasure, it all serves to intensify his frenzy. he grunts, groans his eyebrows knitting together, his cheekbone twitching, creasing, spotlighting the dimple that no longer seemed so sweet. the pleasure’s overwhelming him now, as though it wasn’t already before, sending him to ascend towards an orgasm he could only ever fantasize about reaching until he finally bent the bars that were keeping him from your sweet warmth. the sounds of his skin connecting over, and over with yours growing stuttered, unfettered, as he struggles to keep his focus against the bliss overcoming him. 

as he cums, he’s sure to dramatize his hips to languid, punctuated pumps as he reminds you to “take it all,” through his low moans. with a semblance of mercy – though, a facade – he withdraws, unsheathing himself from your obliterated entrance, enjoying the way his cock is tinged slightly pink – his cum, your cum, and your blood. he grasps the opportunity to spread the fluid decorating his cock over your torso, your thighs, decorating you, further confirming his claim on you to appease the possessive beast that flared within him the first moment he saw you, only ever growing more vicious since then. amusedly, he watches as you crumble further into your sofa, as though you hadn’t already crumbled beneath him enough – he sent you, spiraling into a state he longed to send you into; your body shattered, your senses blurred, your mind incapable of responding to anything that didn’t involve a trace of him. as he admires the indentations of his teeth, the bruises in the shapes of his fingers, the velvety sea of his cum leaking from you, he garners a powerful sense of success – success in marking you, his territory. not heeseung’s, not anymore, just his.

heeseung, he remembers. oh, if he didn’t have a gift in store for that bastard.

he reaches for his phone, fortunate he’s able to find it so quickly with how he tossed it aside earlier with posthaste, as though it was paining him – which it was, in a way, since it took a bit of his attention away from you. opening his messaging app, he taps the photo he snapped of you during his ferocity, sending it to heeseung along with a simple message – “don’t even fucking think about asking her for another chance. i’ve got her now.” 

[honeytonedhottie]

it girls guide to haircare, from glossy curls to flawless braids⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💕🧁

your hair is your CROWN 👑 and the prettiest hair is always the healthiest. so in this post i wanna explore tips, routines and recipes that can help you to have healthier hair and start ur haircare journey…💬🎀

BUILDING A HAIRCARE ROUTINE ;

when it comes to building a routine of any sort, consistency is key! the main components of building a MEAN hair care routine are the following ; cleansing, deep conditioning and nourishment. think of ur hair like a garden that you have to water and nourish and in return it'll grow and be beautiful. thats the way that hair is! it needs tender loving CARE to be as beautiful as it can be.

wash 1-2x a week depending on how much u need to, but avoid washing it every single day because it strips ur hair of its natural oils and will give u dry and brittle hair. and thats NOT hot…💬🎀

🧁 cleansing ; opt for sulfate-free shampoos to keep your hair clean without stripping away natural oils.

🧁 deep conditioning ; deep conditioning is a NON-negotiable. choose protein-rich or moisture-based deep conditioners to keep ur hair strong and soft.

🧁 nourishment ; use hair masks on a weekly basis, always use a leave in conditioner or serum to lock in moisture and shield your hair from heat or environmental stressors.

so all in all, wash ur hair once a week or as much as needed, make sure that u choose moisture based, protein rich conditioners, and use hair masks weekly and invest in quality masks and oils to nourish ur hair and give it that extra UMPH.

THE GLOSSIEST CURLS ;

to achieve the glossiest prettiest curls ever, start with damp hair. apply a curl-enhancing cream, and comb through for even distribution. you can also try the LOC method, where you leave in, oil then cream ur hair. this particularly works great for hair that loses moisture.

if u have curly hair, sleeping in a silk bonnet or on silk pillowcases can help you to avoid having frizzy hair and using silk scrunchies is better for the health of ur hair + avoids breakage.

for defined curls and coils that pop, hydrate first by starting on freshly washed or damp hair. apply a leave-in conditioner for hydration. use a curl-defining cream or custard to clump and hold ur curls, make sure that ur working in sections! use a diffuser to dry your curls while keeping their shape intact and finish with a lightweight oil or shine spray for that extra glossy look.

FLAWLESS BRAIDS ;

to get sleek, flawless braids, start by detangling your hair completely. smooth your edges with a gel or edge control, and section your hair evenly. keep your braids tight but not too tight to avoid tension on your scalp. finish with a hair oil for shine and to nourish your scalp. if you’re rocking feed-in braids or box braids, don’t forget to hydrate your scalp regularly to avoid dryness or flakes.

GENERAL TIPS ;

🧁 always work in sections when ur doing ur hair bcuz it makes the process easier + more effective 🧁 deep conditioner instead of regular conditioner 🧁 wrap ur hair at night with a bonnet/sleep on silk pillowcases

AT HOME HAIR GLOSSING ROUTINE ;

for hair glossing at home, combine conditioner, olive oil, and a tablespoon of honey in a bowl and mix it together. be generous with it as u apply it to your hair. leave on ur hair for an hour. after washing ur hair blow-dry it. 

MY PERSONAL RECOMMENDATIONS ;

❤︎ i use the glossy pearl hair mask and it smells SO good, it smells like literal baby powder and it keeps my hair so incredibly soft.

❤︎ i also really love the gisou honey infused hair mask, it smells like honey (duh) and is really nourishing for my hair + leaves it nice and shiny and soft.

SILK PRESS SZN ;

the basic steps to having the best at-home silk press are simple! first, wash ur hair with a moisturizing shampoo. opt for a sulfate free shampoo that will hydrate ur hair, and not strip ur curls of their natural oils. make sure to wash shampoo ur hair 2x and make sure that theres no residual shampoo left!

deep condition ur hair and let that sit for about 30 minutes, then rinse out with cool water. the next step is also a big nonnegotiable with silk presses - using heat protectants. PROTECT YOUR HAIR. step four is to blow out ur hair with a round brush or a hair-dryer brush, after you've done this smooth some serum into ur hair for that shine and frizz free silk press that we're going for. lastly, flat iron ur hair.

so all in all these are the six steps to getting that perfect silk press at home...💬🎀

wash hair with a moisturizing shampoo

deep condition ur hair and let it sit for 30 minutes

dry ur hair and apply a heat protectant

blow out ur hair with a hair dryer brush or a round brush

smooth some serum into ur hair

flat iron ur hair

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

alright. i’ve had a few people ask for more brat tamer Quinn. but to fully understand brat tamer quinn. we need to go into some basics of the dom/sub relationship he’s apart of right? we need to talk about what makes him tick and what makes him explode.

cw: dom/sub relationship, rules, mentions of punishment, pretty tame tbh, just back story

Every day Quinn is a soft dom right? We all agree on this. He's a lover, he’s not really a fighter. Especially when it comes to you. but he has real thin patience when it comes to you, cause he knows you know how to act. He absolutely knows. You’ve always been so good for him, even before you two fully established the dominant and submissive part of your relationship.

I’ve talked pretty briefly about daddy quinn/casual dominance and how it’s started, but let’s talk about that more real quick.

That first sleepover with him, he noticed your phone going off way more than he was used to. Alarms, not texts or calls or social media notifications. Alarms.

“Why do you have so many alarms, honey?”

“Oh! Just helps me remember things, I'm bad at that. Wouldn’t really eat if I didn’t have a reminder. I just get busy and forget, so 100 alarms a day to keep me in line” with a little laugh and that’s when his lightbulb moment clicks.

He always was under the impression you were so independent and he might settle for only really being dominant in his bedroom with you but that? Now, he could work with that.

So that night he got on your phone and made note of all the times and the labels. Woke up super early, made breakfast for you and after? He reminded you to take your medicine. Filled up your water bottle and gave you a bag of snacks before he took you to work. Texts you throughout the day, “time for a snack baby.” “Go refill your bottle.” “Do you wanna go out or cook tonight?” “Put your pj’s in the bathroom for you, won’t be home when you get to mine so let yourself in and get all cozy. Don’t forget to refill the water bottle after your shower baby.”

You then slowly remove all those alarms, cause he’s your alarm.

It’s a slow build, he doesn’t wanna scare you with it. Cause yes he wants you to need him for everything, he wants to have control over you but at the end of every day you call the shots. If you don’t like something? He’s not doing it again. Your comfort and wellbeing is most important to Quinn. So once he’s home, and his pretty baby is comfortable in her pj’s and in his bed - he's going to bring up a system.

“Why don’t we make a checklist? Something you fill out everyday. I can make it on my notes app or in the reminders and add you to it. That way I can make sure it's done and you are well taken care of, especially if I'm not home.”

And he notices the way your eyes get glassed over, the way your eyes show no thoughts. You just nod, “uh huh” and now he's typing out your daily to do’s with little notes. He adds himself because “it's always helpful when you're not doing it alone.”

Quinn + Bunny’s Daily List:

• Brush teeth - AM

• Morning meds

• Skin care - don't forget sunscreen!

• Drink 2 bottles of water, and one glass before your coffee.

• Eat breakfast (even just a protein bar)

• Lunch too

• Shower after work, get out of those uncomfy clothes

• Make dinner/eat dinner

• Evening meds

• Brush teeth - pm

• Skincare - moisturizer too

Set’s up a reward list too, nothing too crazy. Just small stuff, you pick dinner, a new stuffed animal, a new book. Just small things Quinn knows brings you joy.

Once you're in a steady routine with him, that's when he starts to introduce you into his stern tone.His rules. His punishments.

Quinn + Bunny’s Rules:

1. Always share if you're having a bad day, can't help if I don't know.

2. 3 meals a day.

3. Your body is a temple, treat it as such. Aka listen to your body.

4. Don’t talk back, everything I do is for good. - Everything I do is for good, your best interest is always at the forefront of my mind.

5. Never go to bed without an ‘I love you’.

Quinn’s rules are straight forward, they're never too controlling or too much. He wants your say and your opinion. Your voice matters. Asking why or for more clarification is not talking back, to him it shows that you need more, that you need guidance. He never wants you to go in blind.

Now I firmly believe he hates punishments. He hates making you cry, hates telling you “where'd my good girl go?” cause he watches your eyes get sad and he never wants to be the reason you're sad. But he knows, sometimes to get his point across he needs to be stern with you.

It’s never really a conversation either, it's not a “we should try this.” it's a “we fell into this” and now it's just; you guys. It's what works for you both.

[lxvvie]

Freely Using Price:

Price, who's so used to holding the reins of leadership, uses this as an opportunity to cede control to you because heaven knows he desperately needs it.

Using Price to satisfy your... cravings. Sure, a lollipop, some gum, or something else sweet would do the trick, but you're also due for something savory. There's nothing quite so wonderful as seeing the composed John Price damn near lose it as you suck his dick.

Similarly, satisfying your oral fixation while making Price work. Or while he's talking on the phone. If he so much as even moans, you threaten to stop right then and there. Testing his resolve while getting yours in the process? How mean of you, sweetheart. 😈

Freely groping Price. Everywhere. Because you're fascinated by his burly body. You're nice enough not to do it in public... too much. You argue that you can't help yourself but you both know it's bullshit. Like what you see, sweetheart? Well, it's yours for the taking. ❤️

Needing to cum so bad that you shove shit off his desk, prop yourself on it, grab Price by his hair, and shove him face first into your crotch. Price going to town, making your thighs tremble and you have to bite down on those moans lest everyone hears. Price keeping your cum on his beard, and you wonder if people are wondering why it's so... shiny? It's because he loves to keep his beard nice and moisturized, darlings.

Calling Price when you're away from each other and making him stroke that cock of his. And you want to hear EVERY. SINGLE. NOISE. You got that shit on speakerphone.

Similarly, also calling Price while he's busy at work and masturbating for him. And no, he can't touch himself. You tell him everything you want him to do to you and when he offers to come to you and make it a reality, you say... no. You want the frustration to build. And he gets frustrated.

Punishing Price when he works too much. And too hard sometimes. Your Cap'n needs rest and you're gonna give it to him. Some good ole TLC ranges from cockwarming to some old-fashioned edging to bending him over the desk and—people heard that last one. Whoops. 👀

Making sure that everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) can see those very beautiful and very big hickeys you left on his neck. It's just another Tuesday for him.

[levelupdoll]

Guide : Start becoming that girl

Stop dreaming. Start acting.

It’s time to stop fantasizing about the life you want and actually start building it.

Grab a cute planner—digital or paper, whatever works for you—and begin visualizing your dream life. That’s how it starts.

✨ And remember: you don’t have to do everything perfectly from day one. Becoming that girl takes time. It’s a process, not a race.

⸻

Step 1: Build your foundation

🥗 Nourish your body

You don’t need to completely change your diet overnight. Just start with small, sustainable changes:

• Drink more water and green tea

• Reduce processed sugar and saturated fats

• Listen to your body and feed it with care

🧘🏻‍♀️ Move your body

Working out is one of the most powerful mindset shifters. Yes, it’s hard at first—but it’s so worth it.

Start with short, gentle Pilates sessions. Here are some creators I love:

Nicola’s Pilates, Hinafit, Shirlyn Kim, and Celamarr — their videos are beginner-friendly and super motivating.

Aim for 20 minutes, 3 times a week. That’s more than enough to feel a difference.

🧖‍♀️ Skincare is self-care

You don’t need a 10-step routine. Start simple:

• Cleanse and moisturize twice a day

• Cerave is a great, gentle brand

• Pure aloe vera works wonders for oily/acne-prone skin

• Always remove your makeup before bed—your skin deserves rest too

⸻

Step 2: Boost your hygiene & wellness

🪥 Brush your teeth and your tongue twice a day. Use a mouthwash (but check the instructions—some are only once daily).

💤 Prioritize sleep. This is a non-negotiable.

Try to get 7–8 hours of sleep per night. You’ll feel and look the difference.

Avoid screens before bed—read a self-development book, a glow-up guide, or even a cute romance novel. Just something you enjoy.

⸻

Step 3: Plan. Romanticize. Level up.

📔 Planning helps you feel in control and motivated. Use a planner you love looking at—it makes a huge difference.

🌸 Romanticize everything. The process, the tiny steps, the “boring” parts.

Fall in love with your aesthetic and your goals.

Be obsessed with your glow-up—not in a toxic, perfectionist way—but in a beautiful, empowering way that fuels you.

🎧 Watch inspiring content (The Wizard Liz is a queen), listen to “bad bitch” playlists, and surround yourself with energy that makes you feel unstoppable.

⸻

Final reminder:

You can be that girl too.

You deserve to feel good in your body, your mind, and your life.

Just start. The rest will follow. 💖

[m4rv3l-girl]

Hii pls for the love of God, can you,pake a part 2 of baby fever bucky? And part 3 and 4 cause damn 🥵🥵

I had to do it, I got asked many, many times ( @baw1066 @identity2212)…. So..

Happens to the Best of Us - Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: Pure filth. Breeding kink. Fingering. P in v sex.

“Say please, Doll.”

This pulled a sharp whine from your throat, a pulse beginning to form between your legs. “Hm..please, James..”

And that just about did it, Bucky’s name. His real name. That sent a spark down his spine and he could no longer hold his teasing demeanor, eager to lose control and breed Y/N. He could see your eyes flickering desperately down his body, starting at his neck and eventually landing on the bulge in his jeans.

“G’head, Kitten. Take what you want.” He muttered.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to touch his skin, gasping at the feeling of his stomach, your fingers trace the lines of his chest and abs. Bucky groaned, his cock was practically throbbing now with the need to fill you up.

“Gonna’ make you a mommy.” He lifted your shirt gently yet hastily over your head, revealing your full, soft breasts. After staring in utter adoration for an almost comical amount of time, he cupped them in his hands, his metal thumb brushing over one of your nipples, making them harden into tight peaks.

Letting out a soft moan that lingered in your breath, your head fell backwards. "Buck...please, want your babies in me..."

He quickly acted to dull the pounding ache in your body, capturing your other nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. The hot muscle eased over your taut skin expertly. Your body curved up, hips instinctively grinding against the tough, structured fabric of his jeans. You could feel the moisture nigh-on dripping between your legs, you were aching to be satisfied by his touch. To be filled with his kids.

Bucky slipped his hand under your skirt with conviction, his cool, metal fingers finding the wet heat of your core. He hummed deeply. Slipping a finger inside into you with practiced skill, his thumb and palm messily rubbed your clit, making you grunt with pleasure.

"You're so wet, Y/N," he murmured against the hollow of your collarbone. "Really want my cock, huh? You’re just made to have my babies." Kissing lightly, his lips had a revenant quality as they danced across your chest.

You nodded enthusiastically - breath coming in short gasps. "Yes. Need it. Please..."

James slipped another Vibranium finger inside you, stretching you deliciously and preparing you for his cock. He could feel your muscles retracting around his fingers, your body both tight and begging for more. His mouth explored the expanse of your shoulder, his tongue sliding out and slipping along the arch where your arm joins your neck, continuing to finger you with delicate vigour.

Your body was positively burning, your senses overwhelmed with pleasure. You could feel an orgasm building, a swirling cloud of tension floating south as you got closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Y/N," Bucky whispered, his voice hoarse with a loose clutch on control. "Let me see you come undone, Kitty. It’ll make the seed take better."

With a cry, your body convulsed under the weight of ecstasy, your orgasm ripping through you like a pleasant combustion. Bucky captured your cry in his mouth, his fingers still curling up inside you, drawing out your pleasure.

When you finally rocked down from your release, Bucky lifted you up by the hips and stuffed a pillow under them to angle you upwards. His body covered yours completely. He kissed you deeply and lovingly, his cock throbbing with need as he rubbed it against your pussy.

"I want to feel you inside me," You whispered, darkened eyes locked with his. "I want to feel you breed me, Baby."

Bucky moaned. Not a grunt or a groan, but a true, pleasured moan. His cock was straining painfully by that point. He looked down with nothing but infatuation and lined himself up at your entrance, hands shaking in anticipation. Your hearts were pounding in sync, both sternums moving rapidly.

With one long breath he pushed his hips forward and slipped inside you, his body shuddering at the feel of your slick walls surrounding him raw, with no barrier between you. Your tight body welcomed him in and gripped him tight, causing both pairs of eyes to roll.

“So perfect, Darling…So pretty,” He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her. “M-Fuck..”

"Oh, God, yes," Moaning, your nails dragging down the marred flesh of his back. "Fuck me, James. Fuck me hard."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. You could feel his hips stuttering and faltering after catching your soft spots over and over, his thighs clenching as he approached the edge. He slipped a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit again and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Come with me, Y/N," he growled, no longer thinking coherently. "Come with me, baby. I’m ’bout to come inside you-"

With a sob, you felt yourself transcend time and space. Toes curling, back arching, throat bobbing. The air was radiating heat as mingled fluids pooled on the bed.

“Fuck- Yes…Y/N…Gonna’ knock you up, Baby-“

Bucky cried out when your pussy contracted around his cock, your body milking him as he came, his cock convulsing as he filled you with his seed.

You lay there for a moment without breath, bodies entwined, gasps coming in ragged intervals. Bucky rolled off of you, his body spent, but his heart full of love. He pulled you into his arms immediately, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft. "I love you so much."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love. "I love you too, Bucky. More than anything."

You whine from overstimulation feeling his real hand draw a stripe from your naval to your entrance which was seeping with his release. But before you could reach down to stop him, he tutted. “It’s okay, Doll,” before spreading the liquid stuffing it into you with two fingers, keeping his cum inside you.

“Need to make sure it takes.”

……………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Soooo……what did you think? 🤔

Part 3 is out now!

[milkoomi]

any skin care (face) advice?

hi darling!! thank you so much sending in an ask! i’m so excited to answer this omg i LOVE skincare!! 🤍

faustina’s skincare tips. ᥫ᭡

just as a friendly reminder: everyone is different. no one has the exact same skin type/concerns, but i’ll try to keep my list of tips more generalized so that anyone with any kind of skin type can take them into consideration!

— tip #1 : stop touching your face!

i used to be a chronic face toucher/picker and it’s a habit that’s kind of hard to break! but think about it: your hands touch soooooo many different things throughout the day and that means there’s soooooo much bacteria, dirt, & grime probably sticking to your hands and when you go to touch your face, your just transferring all that bacteria onto your face! gross, right? stop touching your face!

picking at your pimples is also a huge no! picking at your acne can cause acne scarring, so leave your pimple alone! don’t pick at it, don’t try and pop it, just let it be and let your acne treatments do all the work!

pro tip — wash your hands before doing any kind of skin care! make sure you’re washing your hands for at least 20 seconds and make sure to scrub any and all surfaces of your hands!

— tip #2 : change your pillowcase weekly!

this should be a given, but if you aren’t already changing your pillowcases regularly then it’s no wonder you’re breaking out babe! there’s so much sweat, dirt, and bacteria that can build up in your pillowcase and, like with touching your face, can lead to all that ickiness transferring onto your face!

pro tip — invest in a silk/satin pillowcase! not only will it benefit your hair, but it’ll also benefit your skin!

— tip #3 : start simple!

i know we all see these different viral skincare products that we’re all dying to try, but do not try them all in one go! the more new products you try out at once, the harder it’ll be to figure out which product is breaking you out if you have a bad reaction to something!

keep your skincare routine simple: face wash, toner, & moisturizer at night and toner, moisturizer, & spf in the morning! once you get a feel for the basics, then you can slowly start adding in new products!

pro tip — an easy way of finding out your skin type is by washing your face with your usual cleanser and waiting 30 minutes afterwards to see how your skin feels! don’t worry about using any other products!

if your skin looks extra shiny & feels kind of greasy, then you have oily skin

if your skin feels tight and looks patchy/flaky, then you have dry skin

if your forehead & nose feel greasy and look shiny, but your cheeks/chin area feel tight & look patchy/flaky, then you have combo skin

if your skin feels normal as in there’s no tightness, no dryness, no signs of oiliness, then you have normal skin

— tip #4 : double cleanse!

double cleansing has been a non-negotiable for me! i used to remove my makeup with makeup wipes, but they never fully removed my makeup leaving me with a lot of residue & new breakouts. i also used micellar water, but it was about the same results as when i was using makeup wipes. i still use micellar water when i have a full beat on, but i’ll only use it just to ensure that i got every last bit of makeup off!

i personally use the Anua Heartleaf Pore Control Cleansing Oil (the mild one!) as my first cleanse! i love that it doesn’t clog my pores, leaves my skin feeling clean, & really helps to remove all the makeup, spf (yes, double cleansing also helps to remover sunscreen!), and any dirt & grime from the day! i then go in with the Cetaphil Gentle Skin Cleanser for normal to dry skin as my second cleanse!

double cleansing just helps to make sure your skin is clean and free from anything that can cause new breakouts!

pro tip — if you use an oil cleanser, be sure to emulsify it with water! always apply the oil cleanser onto dry skin, but before you completely rinse it off, splash your face with water and get your hands wet to start rubbing your face gently. you’ll see the oil turn into a milky, white texture! that’ll be how you know you’re emulsifying it! it just helps to make sure you’re getting that oil cleanser off!

— tip #5 : do your research!

there’s so many skincare products out there that people rave over, but before you go buy something that’s going viral, do your research! read product reviews, find people who have the same or similar skin type as you who are using the product, read the ingredients & make sure there isn’t anything in the product that you’ll have a bad reaction to!

make sure you’re looking for and researching products for your skin type! just because a product may say “best for all skin types” doesn’t mean it will actually be the best for you! so don’t be afraid to do deep dives on different skincare products!

final notes —

skincare is a lot of trial and error. you’re going to try different products and some may be a god-send for you while some may send you ten steps backwards! there may even be some products you try that just don’t do anything for you! and that’s okay! you have to figure out what works best for you and your skin, but let your skincare journey be something fun! after all, it is a form of self care!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[santiagoalvero]

Breakfast in Bed (smut)

Shadow/Reader

Sum: Shadow gets a little impatient waiting for you to wake up.

Notes: Fem!Mobian Reader. Light somnophilia.

When you awoke in the early morning hours, the sun hadn’t even fully risen from behind the mountains. The air outside was crisp with the chill of the autumn dawn, and the birds had only just begun their morning song.

It wasn't them that woke you, nor was it the odd ache in your shoulder from sleeping on it wrong. You could feel it - a slim body between your legs, warm breath wafting over your lower belly, soft lips sealed over your sex. You grinned to yourself as your eyes cracked open to look at him.

Shadow had your spread, his hands gently holding your thighs apart while he buried his face between them. His eyes were closed in an almost peaceful way, nose bobbing slightly as he licked. It was adorable.

You remembered a time when he never would've done anything like this. He had been so shy when you two had first gotten together. It was hard to believe that Shadow - the Shadow the Hedgehog - could be shy about anything, but as it turned out, tender feelings of intimacy were just the thing to bring a blush to his cheeks.

It had always been you who initiated your more provocative moments for the first few months. Now here he was, waking you up with sweet, loving slurps between your legs.

With a deep sigh, you adjusted your body to a more comfortable position, playfully hugging his face between your thighs. He looked up at you with half lidded eyes, not stopping in his ministrations as he met your sleepy gaze. His hand moved to rub along your outer thigh lovingly. You placed your own hand over his, giving it a small squeeze.

“Morning Spooky.” You said, your voice a bit raspy from sleep. Shadow finally decided to pause, if only briefly. He made a show of licking his lips clean before giving a sly grin of his own.

“Morning.” And with that, he went back down. Now that you were semi-conscious, he put more effort into his work. He teased at your moistening hole, greedily lapping up tongue-fulls of your slick before swirling it over your clit. You hummed your approval before letting your eyes close again, just enjoying the attention he was giving you.

You took his ear between your fingers, taking care not to pinch him as you rolled it between your fingers. His ears were the softest part of his body, feeling like velvet under your bare fingers.

One leg rose and rested over his back, silently asking for more. Shadow obliged.

You gasped, back arching as his tongue was suddenly thrust inside your warm pussy. Your knee-jerk reaction caused your claws to flex, quickly grabbing a fist full of his quills to avoid hurting him.

“Oh Fuck, Shadow!” You threw your head back as you started to lose your composure, and you felt his deep chuckle vibrate against you.

“You like that, don’t you Doll~?” He breathed over your cunt.

“Yeesssss~”

You bit your lip as both hands combed through his quills, pushing him back to your needy sex once more. Your hips rolled almost of their own volition, you yourself being too lost in the building euphoria flooding your still half asleep brain, grinding your drooling cunt against his mouth rather sloppily.

You couldn’t control yourself.

Before long, you could feel the familiar tension building in your belly. Your breathing grew quicker, soft moans catching on each breath out. Shadow’s ears perked, knowing the signs all too well. He grinned to himself when he felt you finally give, your cunt convulsing over his tongue and soaking his lips in a sudden surge of fluid.

You cried out, eyes rolling back as you saw white.

For a minute you just lay there, panting softly as you stared blankly up at the ceiling. The combination of afterglow and residual grogginess made you almost fall back asleep, that was until you felt the bed shift.

Shadow sat up fully, sitting on his knees as he wiped the moisture from his face. You smiled at him softly, just about to thank him for the wonderful wake up call when something else caught your eye. It wasn’t too surprising. Once he got over his initial shyness, it was never that difficult to get him excited.

So when you saw his cock standing upright, throbbing wantonly from lack of attention, it only made you grin wider. Sleep could wait.

“Here.” You pushed yourself forward until you were practically on your stomach, taking him by surprise. “Let me get that for you~”

Before Shadow could say anything, your head was in his lap, suckling the tip of his cock.

“You don’t have to…” Shadow tried halfheartedly to stop you, but immediately caved once he felt your warm tongue on the underside of his dick. He hummed in approval. “Was trying to… treat you but- fuck… if you insist.”

“‘Treat me?’” You repeated, momentarily letting go of his dick. “You sure? ‘Cause it seemed to me like you were helping yourself to some breakfast in bed.”

“Cute.”

You gave him a cheeky smirk before going back down on him. Shadow was worked up enough from servicing you that it didn't take long to get his cock drooling. Pre-cum coated your throat as you swallowed his tip, taking his entire length to the base in rhythmic strokes.

Impatiently, Shadow put his hand on the back of your head, gently thrusting himself into your mouth to drive himself to a quick climax.

“Shit Anon, you’re so good at this,” He groaned, eyes squeezing shut as he felt himself suddenly go over. “Fuuuck!” His teeth gnashed together as he tried to keep his voice down, despite the two of you living alone. Regardless, he failed as his swear devolved into an animalistic growl, both hands gripping your head as he buried himself deep in your mouth.

You took it all greedily, swallowing with each hot jet of cum he spurted down your throat. When it was over, you formed a tight seal with your lips, cleaning off any excess spit that might be left behind as you pulled off.

You sat up fully, copying Shadow’s position as the two of you made eye contact. Neither of you spoke, instead leaning in for a quick but deep quick. You could taste yourselves in the other’s mouth.

“So,” You started as you broke from the kiss. “Is there a reason you woke me up this early, or were you just feeling frisky?”

“No reason.” He answered. “We can go back to sleep if you want.” You touched your nose to his as you pulled him back down to the bed, but you didn’t let him lie down just yet.”

“I have a better idea.~”

[colebabey888]

A few DIY beauty secrets I began doing to elevate my "natural" look | IT GIRL DIARIES

something that I noticed over the years, when looking to enhance your natural beauty, there are 4 main points that build the first impression, hair, eyes, brows and lips..

I have naturally bushy brows that I used to manage with eyebrow gel, but it would start flaking during the day, which gave me the ickk. So, I began laminating them with a kid-friendly relaxer every two weeks (my eyebrows grow pretty fast, which is why I do it so often and i don't get them professionally done because i don't trust people with my brows lol).

I always tweeze my eyebrows instead of waxing them; they seem to grow back slower that way + it's easier to do, just grab a tweezer along with a pocket mirror and you can do it anywhere if you see a hair out of place. ( don't over do it though, i made this mistake and it went horribly, just keep them neat )

Get your lashes laminated !!! Natural lashes are so classy and I don't have to worry about putting on mascara or falsies. This I'd get done professionally though lmao, I would do this myself but I'm way to scared to be messing with anything chemically so close to my eyes, so it isn't necessarily a diy but still, get it done!

ALWAYS make sure your hair, eyes (lashes) and eyebrows are done! You don't have to have a silk press, falsies and freshly waxed brows 24/7 but make sure they're neat. These are the key features that attracts people's attention when youre speaking to them

I have tight 4b type hair, and I used to have to lay my edges with gel or edge control because of how fluffy they'd get when I wore my curls out, but it was super damaging from constantly pulling on them and having them laid down. So, I started relaxing my edges every 3-6 months. Now, all I use is a bit of hairspray to keep them tamed, and now it doesn't puff up even during workouts and it lasts my whole silk press. Yes, my curls are still thriving.

I do weekly deep conditioning, monthly hot oil treatments, routine trims, and always use a heat protectant and frizz control when doing silk presses to stretch them out and minimize heat application. ( my hair has grown so much, leave your hair alone and only feed it when it's hungry! )

you'll hear everyone talking about silk bonnets, but as someone who hates the feeling of having anything on their head or in their face, I always took it off unknowingly throughout the night and it defeated the purpose, so i got silk pillow cases instead, game changer! i don't wrap my hair as often anymore and i don't experience frizz anymore.

I apply a face mask every week depending on what my skin is lacking, whether it’s moisture or something else. It just keeps my face looking fresh and plump in between professional monthly facials.

I use a lip tint every third day. It makes makeup application easier, and it doesn’t wear off throughout the day so i don't have to re-apply lipstick continuously. It also gives my lips a bit more colour so now I just leave the house with a pretty gloss or plain lip balm.

I take zinc supplements religiously!

Vitamin C everyday, all day. Lemon wedge in my greentea for breakfast, orange for a lunchtime snack and a naartjie for a late night movie. My skin is glowinggg!

hair removal cream! this is so slept on, i no longer shave or wax, both of them have caused ingrowns for me and accentuate my strawberry legs. i use hair removal cream now and i don't think I'll ever go back! i use it probably every week or so depending on how much growth i have, it's so easy and mess free. apply it before you get in the shower and use an exfoliating glove to slide it off gently and continue with your normal wash routine. always apply tissue oil and moisturizer after! baby soft skin all day, everyday!

It's not much, but these small changes have completely transformed my overall look. i do them specifically for those actual no makeup days where i want to give my skin a break from makeup or where im working out but still want to look prettyyy and done up..it's like a wash and go except it's for your face lmao, anyways

mwah! xoxo, colebabey8.88

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[nametakensff]

Your poor new coworker is the sneeziest person you have ever encountered. Whether it's allergies, a cold or even a random tickle, her sneezing has become a normal part of your work day. The rest of your team seem to have tuned it out entirely, but you couldn't if you tried.

She very rarely covers - about a third of the time, you would venture to guess. Even then, she sneezes at, not into, her hands - hastily raised, sometimes after several sneezes have already occurred. She wipes them off on her stocking-clad thighs, seemingly oblivious of the wet streaks she leaves that glitter on the nylon, before she returns to her keyboard and mouse.

Her sneezes aren't exceptionally loud, but they are numerous, vocal, toe-curlingly desperate - and above all else, wet. Sometimes she gasps through a build-up, teasing you and priming you for what is to come. You try not to stare as she fans at her face, tongue curling in her mouth and squinting into the distance to encourage the oncoming explosions.

As your desk is right next to hers, you are regularly doused with the copious clouds of spray that blast out of her. If she notices the moisture twinkling on the skin of your hand or the dappled marks of dampness all over your sleeve, she doesn't apologise. More often than not, she'll mutter a cheery 'bless me!' and get on with her work. You bless her and use all your willpower to carry on with your own work, biting your lip as you see scattered droplets of her sneezes all over your papers.

You recently started bringing tissues to work especially for her. You love handing them to her after a long suffering fit, for which you are rewarded with a lengthy conversation about her tickly nose, and how she's been to every doctor and tried every medication to keep it under control. Nothing has worked, but she's incredibly easy-going about it. You blush as she mentions she actually quite enjoys a rigorous sneeze. You notice she uses the tissues to wipe her computer screen and keyboard down after an uncovered fit.

Ever since she moved to your department 4 months earlier, you've been sexually insatiable. You replay her sneezes in your head, and your thoughts are filled with increasingly more sexual scenarios and fantasies. You never dreamed of masturbating at work before you met her, but her gorgeous fits send you skulking towards the bathroom at least once a day. When you can fully indulge yourself at home, you cannot believe how good it feels to orgasm as she sneezes over and over in your mind.

Safe to say, she's driving you insane and seriously impacting your productivity. You don't care, though. Never before have you ever been so keen to get to work.

[doumadono]

Happy sinful Sunday y'all 💙❤️ I decided to try my luck with submitting a request. How about a reader riding Shoto's cock to help him get rid of the tension after a busy day?

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cowgirl, overstimulation, slow sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, pro hero!Shoto

A/N: this request got the second highest number of votes during the Sinful Sunday poll I held. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA & MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Your fingers trace the lines of his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath your touch, the rhythm of his heartbeat against your palm. 

Shoto's dual-toned eyes, one a striking turquoise and the other a deep gray, watch you with a mix of hunger and tenderness. 

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow from a single lamp casting shadows that dance across his bare skin.

His breath hitches as your lips brush against his collarbone, leaving a trail of heat and moisture. 

You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coil and uncoil beneath your touch, responding to every kiss, every caress. You shift slightly, feeling the warmth and hardness of his cock pressing against your naked inner thigh as you straddle him. Your own arousal pools between your legs, a liquid heat that makes you ache for him.

For days now, you've watched Shoto come home exhausted, burdened by the weight of his demanding shifts. His eyes, usually so vibrant and full of life, had been clouded with stress and fatigue. Tonight, you decided to take matters into your own hands, to help him rid himself of the negativity and tension that had gathered within him.

Slowly, you rise up, positioning yourself above him. 

Shoto's eyes darken with desire as he watches you, his lips parting slightly. 

You can see the restraint in his expression, the effort it takes for him to remain still, to let you take control. With a slow, teasing motion, you change position a little so your pussy is hovering just above his throbbing cock. Gripping his cock with your hand, you line the tip of it with your pussy. Moving your hand up and down, you jerk him off nice and slow, mere millimeters from your entrance. The action turns both of you on as you can hear his breathing starting to become heavier and deeper, and the juices from your pussy start to flow out of you, covering both your hand and his cock. Finally, you lower yourself onto him, feeling the exquisite stretch as his cock fills you. The sensation is almost overwhelming.

Shoto's hands tighten on your hips, his breath coming in shallow pants. "God, you feel so good," he murmurs, his voice rough with need. 

You begin to move, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that has both of you moaning in pleasure. The slide of his cock inside you is maddeningly perfect, hitting all the right spots. You lean forward, your breasts brushing against his chest, your lips finding his in a heated kiss. Building up more and more rhythm, moving faster and faster, you ride yourself up and down on Shoto’s cock.

His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve, every dip. Shoto's hands are a duality of their own, one side searing hot, the other icy cold. The juxtaposition of temperatures as he touches you, caressing your skin and sending shivers and warmth through your body, intensifies every sensation. 

"Shoto," you whisper against his lips, your voice trembling with need. "I need more."

He responds with a low growl, his hands guiding your hips faster. 

You put your hands down on his abs and started riding him faster, bouncing up and down his hardened shaft. 

The change in pace is intoxicating, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. You can feel his control slipping, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. 

"Come for me," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come on my dick.”

The words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter around him, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. The intensity of it leaves you trembling, clinging to him as your hips still.

Shoto follows you over the edge, his grip on your hips tightening as he spills his thick, lukewarm seed inside you. 

The feeling of his release, the warmth of his cum filling you, is the final push that sends you spiraling into another orgasm, and you’re screaming his name, your body milking every last drop of his release from him.

You collapse against his chest, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. 

Shoto's arms wrap around you, holding you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your forehead. "You're amazing," he murmurs, his voice soft and tender now, the raw edge of desire replaced by a deep, abiding affection. "I love you."

"I love you too," you reply, your heart full to bursting. 

In this moment, with him, everything feels perfect. 

As you lay there, still entwined, you can't help but trace the contours of his handsome face with your fingers. 

His eyes flutter closed, a contented sigh escaping his lips. 

You smile, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. The exhaustion that had clung to him for days seems to have melted away, replaced by a serene calm.

You gently push yourself up, straddling him once more. 

Shoto's eyes open, a spark of curiosity and renewed desire flickering within them. “Babe…”

Yet you can feel his cock stir beneath you, still sensitive from your shared climax but ready for more. "I want to make sure all that tension is completely gone," you whisper, leaning down to kiss him deeply as the tip of his cock teases your wet folds. You swing a knee over Shoto, put a hand on his throbbing cock, and direct it toward your drenched pussy. After a moment, you impale yourself on his rock hard shaft,�� and Shoto moans at the feeling of reentering your wetness. “I don’t give a shit about how overstimulated we still are.”

His hands find your hips again, and he groans so sweetly you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You begin to move once more, your pace slow and deliberate. You can feel every ridge, every vein, the way his cock stretches you just right. The friction is exquisite, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through your entire body.

Shoto's hands guide you, his grip firm yet tender. He watches you with an intensity that makes your heart race, his dual-colored eyes dark with desire. "That's it," he groans, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Just like that." He thrusts his hips upward to meet all of your movements. "Fuck, you're so tight, babe," he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

You increase your pace, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the room. You close your eyes and let your head fall back as you slide up and down his cock, riding him as if he was a stallion. 

He leans forward to lick and kiss your tits, and you moan for him. Shoto's hands roam over your body, caressing your breasts, your waist, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

You start bouncing harder on his cock as he worships your tits for a while. 

With one hand he starts rubbing your swollen clit, and your pussy spasms around his throbbing cock.

Your body can't decide whether to shiver from the cold or melt from the heat, the contrasting temperatures driving you wild. "Shoto," you moan, your voice breathless and needy. "I can't... I can't hold on…"

"Let go," he urges, his grip on your hips tightening. "I want to feel you come again."

The intensity of his words, the command in his tone, sends you spiraling towards another climax. You can feel the pressure building, the coil tightening within you, ready to snap. With a cry of his name, you come undone, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm.

Shoto's own release follows closely, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his seed once more. The warmth of his cum, the way his body shudders beneath you, is making you moan, just for him.

You collapse against him, both of you spent and breathless. 

His arms wrap around you yet again, holding you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your temple. 

The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing.

As you lay there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath you, you can't help but smile. "I love you," you whisper, your voice filled with all the emotions you can't put into words.

"I love you too," Shoto replies, his voice equally tender. "Thank you for taking my breath away."

[opalblade]

19 JANUARY 25

𓂀 PUNARVASU NAKSHATRA EXPLORATION .

🌈 PUNARVASU ELEMENTS .

punarvasu spans 20°00 gemini - 03°20 cancer. its vimshottari ruler is jupiter.

punarvasu's deity is aditi - mother of the adityas, goddess of earth, harvest and fertility. her name means 'boundless' or 'limitless' and she is the embodiment of the infinite and vast cosmos.

punarvasu nakshatra is the 'star of renewal' and has several meanings, some being "good again", "prosperous again", "light again" and "the return of the light".

its symbols are the bow and quiver of arrows and a house.

punarvasu's shakti is vasutva prapana shakti meaning the power to 'gain wealth and substance'.

punarvasu's basis above is air or wind and its basis below is moisture or rain. its desire is 'to produce herbs and trees'.

🌈 PUNARVASU THROUGH MYTH .

mrigashira is the birth of mars and where polarisation, competition and temptation are born. in the bible, we see this with eve biting the apple and adam and eve realising they were naked.

this leads to ardra when adam and eve are finally cast out of the garden of eden and left to their own vices. ardra is the star of effort and represented by a teardrop. outside the garden, they learn of true suffering and man is condemned to pain and to "till the earth" for ever. claire nakti corresponded the tower of babel to ardra, and the creation of the tower of babel is what sets off the events in the punarvasu stage: noah's ark.

god feels like there is too much evil in the world and so he decides to renew the earth and then the earth is just vast seas due to the copious amount of rain and flooding. punarvasu is the star of renewal and aditi is the goddess of primordial vastness. noah and his family were deemed worthy enough to be saved and noah was tasked with building an ark big enough to house one pair of each animal on the earth. another one of punarvasu's symbols is a house.

punarvasu's symbol is the bow and quiver of arrows archers had to release the arrow and go and get it back. noah sent out a dove to see whether the flooding had reduced and it kept coming back until one day, when it returned with an olive branch, signifying new life. punarvasu's basis above is air or wind, which relates to the dove flying to see whether the floods had reduced enough and its basis below is moisture or rain, which relates to the vast floods used to cleanse the world of evil. punarvasu's desire is to produce herbs and trees, which is symbolised by the dove bringing back an olive branch to show the floods were over - later becoming a symbol of peace.

after the whole ordeal, god placed a rainbow in the sky to symbolise peace and as a promise that a flood like that would never happen again.

🌈 PUNARVASU IN POP CULTURE .

mariah carey, punarvasu moon

punarvasu themes are all over mariah's career. @vindelllas noticed that butterflies are linked to punarvasu natives, relating to their transformative nature, and mariah carey's first album that she had creative control over was called "butterfly". this album is also deemed her magnum opus. her album after butterfly is called "rainbow" and mariah also has a song called "through the rain". the theme of renewal and "prosperous again" arises with her 2005 album "the emancipation of mimi", which invited immense success and earned her the moniker "the queen of the comeback".

kali uchis, punarvasu sun

kali uchis is another punarvasu native whose music reflects a lot of punarvasu themes. her song after the storm is highly punarvasu and even reflects the noah's ark floods with the lyrics "cause after the storm's when the flowers bloom". the entire song is punarvasu coded and everyone wanting to understand punarvasu themes should go and listen to it.

she uses a lot of flower imagery in her music and has a song called "i wish you roses" and an entire album called "orquídeas" (orchids in spanish). she also used butterfly imagery on her album cover for "red moon in venus".

penelope cruz, punarvasu moon

penelope cruz starred in the movie volver, meaning "to return" in spanish and is about a dead mother who comes back to life. (ps. i haven't watched this movie yet, but the theme of renewal and returning is very punarvasu).

natasha lyonne, punarvasu moon

natasha stars as nadia in russian doll, a show in which she dies and keeps coming back to life to relive the same day over and over again. this theme of reliving the same day seems to be quite punarvasu, and also extends to the other jupiter nakshatras.

franka potente, purva bhadrapada jupiter atmakaraka (trine nakshatra)

lola, played by franka potente, has to find 100,000 deutsch marks in 20 minutes or her boyfriend will be killed by gangsters. each time she fails, she restarts the day again, playing on the punarvasu theme of repetition and renewal. the movie also discusses the butterfly effect, which is also very punarvasu.

the director of lola rennt has purva bhadrapada saturn as his atmakaraka.

eva green, punarvasu sun

eva green plays miss peregrine in miss peregrine's home for peculiar children. she takes on a motherly role and provides a home for these peculiar children and rewinds time to stop a bomb from destroying the home. all inhabitants are essentially stuck reliving the same day over and over again. punarvasu's symbol is a house and its deity is aditi, the mother goddess.

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