#i have longer wavy-ish hair

[angryborzois]

how do people keep confusing me for this one person

[privitivium]

Massive size diff knight! TopSub Male reader and a BottDom feminine looking guy reader thought was a girl at the brothel <3

fem dombot amab m x shy knight amab m reader.....

made me smile so hard. i love this ideaso MUCH hmrmghhgh. a bit short, partially written in hc format?? ish?? ideas compiled together ahemhrm.. apologies. unnamed oc, i saw this with a cocky reader but also a shy reader. i ,,, i'm doing shy reader,,,, i'll recycle the idea with cocky reader with same concept for the character and make it much more articulated than this. SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!!

cw;; character is MEAN!-ish. belly bulge, jerkin you off..

it all begins with your knightly companions telling you to loosen up and join them on their escapades on the town.. “You're the biggest guy yet you don't get any pussy?? come on, man, let us treat you!!” pressured into joining them rather easily. so sensitive.

immediately falling in the hands of a woman as you saw it, the one who greeted you gleefully as you entered the lodge. the pretty lady taking advantage of the fact that you were most definitely ogling him, making him giddy that you were admiring him… you were shamelessly obvious, surely without meaning to.. the woman, noting that you were obviously dragged here by your companions, and ultimately a little iffy about the ordeal; yes that much he can definitely see.. the other women, picking them off one by one and all that's left was you - ( from him telling them to avoid you to leave you for him.. despite their complaints - “wanting that big guy all to themselves.” LIKE HELL!!! )

you're all his, even if you don't know it.. sauntering up to you, making small talk.. wavy-haired brunette dressed in burnt orange and red rags of a dress, so dainty and tiny. you, awkwardly closed in on yourself as the presumed woman drapes herself along your shoulders, god she was so tiny - wanting to compare hand sizes - the thought alone makes your dick twitch,,,, refraining from asking why and how exactly she ended up hereㅡnot wanting to pry.. then, she asking you invasive questions herselfㅡ “don't you wanna join your friends up there?” of course you did. you didn't want to be an outcast. you're a sensitive man and you can't handle that!!! “y-yes.” choking out a soft answer, awkward.

the woman smiled widely as if crazed.. eagerly pulling you up the stairs and down the hall to an empty room, passed all the sounds of sex in the othersㅡhe was eager, as you sit yourself down stiffly.. he introduces a bit of gentle foreplay, as it not to startle you.. before he decided he, himself, cannot handle this any longer. shucking off your pants with a surprising amount of strength - unwinding you of your armor before you gently push him away, pulling it off to get it out of the way for the woman.. so considerate.. doing the same as you, "to get it out of the way"... letting his dress fall to the floor, pooling around his feet before he was sitting on your lapㅡ

“a - a dick..” you mutter, surprised - face burning uncomfortably at the sight of the bulge, visible underneath his thin underwearㅡbreathless, as their thumb thumb at the slit of your tip, lubing their digit in your dribbling pre-cumㅡ“yes.. a dick." he hisses softly, playfully as he shows off. "i am a guy.” the wavy haired brunette hummed delicately, “you don't have a problem with that though, huh?” he teases, gripping the base of your naked cock and slowly stroking upwards. excruciating… “no signs of softening, still humping into my hand.. you're just too easy!”

he was eager. too eager-! keeping a plug inside him every other day throughout the day just to prepare him for when he's on the receiving end.. shakily breathing underneath your massive build, laid out on the bed and choking on his spit as he feels the tip of your cock prod at his entrance.. you ere obviously more nervous than him.. pushing forward, tip disappearing inside him;; managing to get passed his previously finger-stretched hole - it was obviously not enough, as you had a hard time pushing into him.. going excruciatingly slow, as you didn't want to hurt him - ever so thoughtfulㅡ“hurry..” he breathed out, wanting to feel, feel how fucking painful it would hurt - and yes, you did hurry; thrusting your hips forward and whimpering at how tight and warm he was strung out on your cock,,, “g-good..” he manages to choke outㅡa small protuberance visible on his abdomen as you fill him conpletely, snug as a bugㅡ

at the sight, you grow so worried despite trembling with pleasure at the way his hole convulsed tightly around yr thick cock, running a shaky callous hand over his abdomen; over the prominent bulge poking from his belly - yet making no move to pull out,,, “are you okay..?? are you - you okay?!?” your voice pinches, squeaky, a contrast to how you were just before ( trying to be all “cool-like” ), he'd whimper, trying to gather himself - one of the largest he's had and my god he is never letting you go - wanting to make you ultimately addicted to his feelin.. “fine! fine-!!! f-fuck, just..” he would have a hard time trying to gather himself,, the pleasuring sting of stretching his insides… his cock leaking, spurting cum just from that,,, still, ever so worried as you stay stationed inside him, cockwarming,,,

he'd get the hang of it soon enough, insides molded to the shape of your cock… switching positions and sliding up slowly and slamming himself down - whimpering and relishing in the way you cried tears of pleasure from him, knowing that it's him, and not some other person giving you this sort of tear-stricken pleasure.,, before he pulls the reins, finally getting a hold of himself and calming down,,, telling you how pathetic you were for no apparent reason - relishing in he way he feels you throb inside him at that,,

would insult you - annoyingly enough. but you weren't one to complain. “you're so sloppy… what, are you that much of a virgin??” ( even if you werent. ) before sucking you off - mocking you in a mewling time that you're so weak for him, always coming back,,,. ahem hrm. obviously, having no qualms about taking your virginity if it's going to him… he was a bit too obsessed at first sight, he admits, but of course he's not gonna NOT show you how much he loves seeing you, a big muscly man so pathetic for him whos so much smaller than you,,,

[runningmunson]

Scar

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.3k Summary: Ever since the birth of your son, you have avoided intimacy with Aemond in fear of him hating your new body. Aemond is there to change your mind. Warnings: insecurities, mentions of stretch marks, smutty-ish (f oral receiving)

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You had just left your son’s room for the night and made your way to your chambers with your handmaiden, Edith, following behind. You were surprised to find Aemond reading in the room, knowing he usually got in much later than you. He briefly looked up from his book as greetings were made.

She made quick work of undressing you and undoing your braid, leaving your hair loose and wavy. You felt your husband's gaze on you the whole time you were getting ready for bed, his book long abandoned. Your eyes met in the mirror and noticed his raised eyebrow and the smirk that grew on his lips. 

“Will that be all, my lady?” asked Edith.

“Yes,” Aemond said curtly, as he answered for you. You glanced at him before turning your attention to Edith and smiled apologetically at her.

“Thank you, Edith. I shall call for you in the morning,” you gave her hand a squeeze.

“Goodnight, my lady. My prince,” she bowed at the both of you and left the room. You let out a sigh and made your way toward Aemond. 

“Did you have to be so rude toward her? I quite like her, you know,” you scolded him. 

He ignored your comment and pulled you into his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent. “I missed you.”

“You saw me not but a few hours ago,” you chuckled. 

“I didn’t know it was a crime to miss my wife,” he smiled and squeezed your hips. You froze as his hand traveled under your dress and up your thigh. You felt him grow hard as his fingers itched toward your womanhood. 

You pulled away from his grasp and shot out of his lap. Your heart was racing as you backed away from him and made your way to the bed. “I-I wish to retire to bed now.”

“(Y/N)...” Aemond warned and stood from his seat to turn toward you. You stopped pulling the covers down when you heard footsteps coming closer to you. 

“Please, drop it. I do not wish to argue with you tonight,” you pleaded but refused to look at him.

“What reason is it this time? Have I not been patient and understanding of every reason you have had? I have given you as much time and space as you have needed, but I miss you,” he said, a hint of anger in his voice due to his frustration. 

This was not the first time it had happened, so it was no surprise to Aemond when you denied his advances again. You had not been intimate since before you had your son. It was only a matter of time before he grew tired of you and your reluctance. 

At first, you had valid reasons, and he wouldn’t dare try anything during that time. You had a difficult labor, and your recovery was painful. You also chose to nurse your son on your own, so the days were long and the nights tiring as you didn't get much sleep. Aemond was your best support, always there to help you with whatever you needed. However, it has now been three moons since your son was born. Your body no longer held the same pain and your son began to sleep through the night. Yet you still had not even been naked in front of him since before you gave birth.

You wrapped one arm around your body as a way to find some comfort. Your hand found your face to hide from him as tears began to pool. Aemond yielded the second he saw your stature and the tears in your eyes. “No, no. Please, do not cry. I am sorry for bringing it up. It was not fair for me to burden you when you already have so much on your shoulders. Let us go to bed.”

“No, you are right. You have been nothing but amazing to me, yet I have continued to deny you any form of intimacy out of fear,” you glanced over at him.

“Fear? What do you mean? Are you afraid I would force that upon you? Because I wouldn’t dare,” Aemond panicked, thinking you thought of his advances as a demand and not a request.

“I do not think that of you, dear husband. I know you would never do that,” you sat on the bed and began to pick at your nails. “I fear that I will now disappoint you. My body… it's not the same as it was before. I have grown softer. My skin is marred with angry red marks. I do not wish to look undesirable to you.”

Aemond looked at you in shock. He made his way over and took your face in his hands, making eye contact before he spoke. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? The carnal desire I have to take you at every moment of the day? And you dare believe anything less?” 

“But you haven't even seen me. I am-” you tried to argue, but he shook his head not letting you finish.

“I never expected you to look the same. If you truly believe that I would not desire you, then I am not showing you enough of my love. Please, let me show you if you will allow me,” his hands found their way to the bottom of your nightgown, silently asking for permission. You gave a quick nod. He picked you up, laid you on the bed, and wasted no time taking your gown off your body.

Your immediate reaction was to cover your stomach as his eyes looked over your new body. His eye narrowed. He removed your arms that covered your body and placed them above your head. One of his hands grabbed your wrists to keep them from moving back to their previous location.

“Don't make me restrain you,” he said teasingly. He let go of your wrists, but you kept them above your head. His lips found your neck making your head twist up and to the side to give him better access. 

“These are much larger than the last time I saw them,” he smirked against your neck as you felt his fingertips circle your breast. A thumb ran over your erect nipple, and a gasp left your lips as he gave it a tug. All too soon his lips trailed down your neck to your chest. A whine left your mouth as he did so.

He made his way further down your body and this time to the place you hated most. He raised his head to get a good look at you and traced his fingers along the new red grooves on your sides and lower abdomen. You wanted to push him away and hide but fought the urge.

“You say I am brave and still handsome despite my scar, but does the same not go for you? Just as I gave my eye in return for Vhagar, you bear these marks in return for our son. For that, I could not find you more beautiful, my love,” he paid careful attention to place a kiss on every single one. 

“Soon enough, they will turn a silvery white. And is that not a color known for Targaryens?” he questioned but didn't wait for an answer. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt him spread your legs. His fingers ran up your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Aemond,” you let out a breathy moan and gripped the sheets as you felt his tongue come in contact with your core. 

He lifted his head and smirked at you, “Don’t worry, I am going to worship you all night long and have you screaming out in pleasure. So much so that you forget every trivial reason you may think I find you undesirable.”

—

Taglist: @cullenswife , @wrendermeuseless

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

Lmao what’s this? I’m back with more Creepypasta headcanons, this time for Eyeless Jack.

TW for the following: graphic descriptions of cannibalism/murder/gore, depictions of drug abuse, lacing food with sharp objects, body horror, and generally anything you’d expect from horror.

THERE ARE NO CENSORS BEYOND THIS POINT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY DISTRESS CAUSED BY MY WRITING.

Eyeless Jack Headcanons

He/they

Obviously no longer human

Still has a humanoid-ish body

“Died” around 2011, physically 22

Dark gray skin with a faint blue-ish tint

His blood is black. Like it’s basically oil or tar now. Moves much slower and is thicker than normal blood. He hasn’t checked but he’s pretty sure all his organs share the same color and viscosity now. Like that one breed of chicken with black organs y’know?

Long ears

Lots of sharp teeth. Practically a shark mouth

3+ long black tongues depending on his mood and how well fed they are

Because of the multiple mouth appendages he has a soft lisp and often accidentally bites his tongues since they move involuntarily

Eyes are constantly leaking the black sludge. Clothing/face/belongings are always sticky

Constantly salivating the same substance, just thinner/more liquidy

Wears a surgical mask under his regular mask to combat it

Very good sense of smell

Seriously he could smell a specific blood type in the middle of a massacre of a shit ton of bodies

Can’t swim

Reddish-brown wavy hair, forgets to cut it sometimes so he sometimes has a fluffy mullet

Claws that can’t retract

Wears a black trench coat and dark gray turtleneck when actually going out and doing shit, the black hoodie is lounge clothes

Has a tail!!!! Closest resemblance to a lion tail, but larger

Lots of catlike/animal like behaviors unconsciously. Will sit on any elevated surface

Purrs like holy fuck the first time someone hears him do it they freak out

Can also growl and hiss

Despite the animalistic behaviors and feral demeanor he isn’t above being civilized

Mostly calm. Gets the zoomies after eating tho

And by zoomies I mean he’s more excitable and extroverted for a little while

Has probably ran around the woods like a maniac at least once tho

Besides Nurse Ann, he’s the most medically competent of the pastas. People usually go to him for more major injuries or sicknesses

Despite his constant orifice leakage he tries to be as clean as possible

His lab is SPOTLESS

somehow figured out a way to dilute his face goop to clean it better. No one knows how he does it tho

Is still very much a nerd. Loves reading any kind of book he can get his hands on

Starts going blind if he doesn’t satiate his hunger for flesh and organs

If he goes blind before getting food, he’s able to use echolocation pretty damn well

Can also see thermal outlines of stuff if his vision starts going

Eyes aren’t reflective so it’s pretty funny when he’s gargoyling somewhere in the manor in pitch black and someone walks in and gets startled by him sitting there staring into the void

HOW are his footsteps so silent

Dude you’re 5”8 and have a stockier build how do you not make floorboards creek

Can eat normal food, but poses no nutritional value to him

Can halfway survive off raw animal meat in emergencies, but doesn’t give him enough energy for long

Only fully kills someone about once a month, the rest of the time he’s able to meticulously and stealthily steal a kidney from unsuspecting victims without incident

Not that he hates killing or anything like that, he’s just as violent as the rest of the freaks

But he HATES the feeling of losing control he often gets when he indulges the violent urges. So he holds himself back most of the time

Besides murder and organ harvesting he often goes out to steal medical supplies from houses and smaller town clinics

Remember him being a nerd? Likes to impress people with gross biology trivia. Most are about the human body but he knows a ton of animal facts too

“Did you know flies and roaches can still live without their heads” type shit

Can’t cook for shit. He’s not allowed in the kitchen period after one of his organ jars exploded in the fridge due to air pressure bs. Ruined all the food in there

Stores his organs in four different mini fridges in his room and lab

Kidneys give him the most energy but he enjoys flesh more than organs when it comes to taste

His favorite is cheek meat and anything involving the neck

Loves to burst the carotid artery and mess around with the blood like a sprinkler toy

Gives the bones of any corpse he fully consumes to Slender. Has no idea what he needs the bones for but never cares to ask

Friends/close with Ben, Helen, Liu, Ann, Masky, and Hoody

Has a tolerable relationship with Jeff, Kagekao, Slenderman, the Puppeteer, Jane, and Clockwork

Doesn’t get along with/hates LJ and Nina

Sally is TERRIFIED of him. Y’know cause little kids are scared of the doctor and whatnot. He tries his best to be as unintimidating as possible when around her but she still prefers Ann over him

HATES being called EJ. It’s a horrible nickname. What if he walked up to you and called you legless Larry after cutting off your legs?

Abrosexual

Loves loves loves LOVES doing dissections/vivisections. Has somehow been able to convince or bribe the other undead and non human mansion inhabitants to let him do a vivisection on them at least once.

Ben enjoyed it the most because he’s a freak like that

“And this is your heart” “gross……. can I poke it” “yeah ok”

Is unfortunately able to understand the corrupt scripts of [REDACTED] thanks to the ritual that took his eyes and life. Tries his best to ignore it.

Nightmare haver! Is too stubborn to go to someone like Ben or Slender to get them less frequently even though both could easily help him

Kind of an insomniac anyways but since his face is almost always covered no one notices the eye bags

Usually takes the top layer mask off around his friends, or if the other masked pastas take theirs off around them as a sign of mutual trust

Surgical mask on their face stays on constantly unless eating or doing anything privately

Has to keep the meds locked up because Ben, Masky, and Jeff have drug problems

“STOP trying to get high off Benadryl it’s not even allergy season anymore you don’t need it”

Not a “dad” character he just doesn’t like wasting resources like that

Doesn’t care about the actual habits JUST STOP STEALING HIS MEDS

LJ for some reason keeps stealing any of his used needles and scalpels. Jack’s best bet is he puts the sharp objects in candy. Gross.

He’s befriended Seedeater the same way a zookeeper befriends a large dangerous animal

Both have a mutual understanding Seed is NOT a pet

It hasn’t even let them pet or touch it

Does follow him closely like a dog whenever he walks through the forest for any reason

Jack has witnessed it take down and decapitate a bear with a single bite before

If he ever has leftovers or parts of corpses about to go bad that they can’t eat himself, they feed it to Seed

Has a small collection of the black fur and feathers that naturally shed from Seed’s body

Also collects other odd things like animal bones or human teeth

His favorite weird thing they’ve collected is a taxidermied axolotl stolen from a victim’s home

Is also super blunt

Not out of malice, he just has a very technical straightforward way of thinking

Always asks anyone for consent when doing anything physical like medical procedures or even just nudging someone out of the way if he’s trying to get somewhere

HATES being touched without their permission or knowledge

Will bite if provoked. Will bite as a warning too

[abiiors]

all of those dreams where you're my wife // george daniel x reader

valentine's week - day 7: dearly beloved

a/n: bbf!george, i did not forget about him <33 cw: none, this is very sappy fluff. a bit suggestive maybe but like suuuuuper mildly wc: 1.6k

weddings have never been her thing. 

the large crowds really aren’t her cup of tea, the loud music and bright lights are overwhelming more often than not. on top of that, there’s the newfound fame—not for her but the fact that not one but two people in her life seemed to have blown up overnight is not the easiest to deal with. 

still, this is not a wedding she can miss. it’s lisa, her mum’s best friend who’s getting married, after all, the woman’s like a second mother to her and matty. 

and she has to admit it to herself, having george as her date certainly makes the wedding much more exciting than any she’s been to in the past. 

really nervous about being a bridesmaid. what if i fall in front of everyone — she’d texted george the night before, her stomach in anxious knots only to get a swift reply only seconds later. 

you’ll be amazing, sweetheart <3 and i’ll be right there xx

and that’s the text she thinks about as she stands outside the entrance to the church, waiting for her musical cue. her dress is gorgeous, better than anything she’s worn in her entire life. it’s baby pink and flowy and fits her in all the right places. a bow secures half her hair up while the rest of it flow in loose curls. and everything feels utterly perfect. 

yet when the music starts, her stomach erupts in nervous butterflies. she takes a deep breath, clutching the bouquet of flowers tightly in her hands and steps inside the church. 

the aisle feels longer than ever, and every step she takes is a conscious effort to maintain composure under everyone’s gazes. it’s not a lot of people, not really, but all the sets of eyes on her and the only other bridesmaid has her sweating under the dress. cameras go off (including flashes, which she finds mildly annoying) and she tries not to trip in the heels, half-blinded by the light. she tries to find her mark on the altar until her eyes meet george and her heart stops in her chest. 

he looks beautiful and it’s then that she realises that she’s never seen him in a suit before. the dark fabric looks absolutely perfect against his skin, the cut of it flattering every muscle in his body. and his long-ish hair looks extra wavy today, soft and shiny too. 

she has the sudden urge to abandon her duties in favour of running her fingers through them. 

george smiles at her and she flushes like it’s her first time seeing him. 

“hi beautiful,” he whispers when she passes by him and a giggle slips out of her, making several eyes snap to her. 

“hi,” she mouths back when she finally, finally gets to her place on the alter. (without tripping or stumbling) 

he’s right at the front of the pew, smiling bashfully at her while she lets her eyes roam over him again—on his handsome face and absolutely perfect suit, on his baby pink tie that matches her dress so perfectly (athough she has no idea when he planned or bought that) and lastly, she meets his eyes. 

he looks at her with all the softness in the world; like she’s the only one that matters in this room, like she’s the one he came here for. the music swells around them again and turns softer. this time, she has no choice but to peel her eyes away from george and focus on the bride. 

her throat feels tight at the sight of her mum escorting lisa down the aisle. they whisper something to each other in hushed tones and giggle, almost like they’re still teenagers. the crowd awws and she has no choice but to wipe a fallen tear off her cheeks.

the ceremony is absolutely lovely, and she cries and laughs multiple times, sometimes even simultaneously. but one thing remains constant—she feel’s george’s eyes on her the whole time, moving away only when the newlyweds are declared husband and wife and when they share a kiss. 

she laughs and walks behind them with the rest of the wedding party as they run out the church, hand-in-hand, whooping with joy. it’s such a beautiful moment that for a second, she forgets to look for george. 

until a hand wraps around her wrist lightly and pulls her into a corner. she yelps, stumbling into a firm chest and the next thing she feels is a pair of familiar lips on hers as george kisses the absolute daylights out of her. 

“there you are,” he smiles once they manage to pull back slightly. "beautiful as always." 

“there i am,” she smiles, cheeks warm and eyes unable to meet his. he really does look absolutely irresistible like this. it makes all her thoughts go astray and her mouth go dry. somewhere outside, people are already blasting music but it sounds soft and dreamy floating inside the empty church like this—well, empty except for them, in each other's arms.   

“you looked incredible up there, sweet girl, couldn’t stop staring at you.”

“i knowww,” she teases, giggling when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “could feel your eyes on me the whole time. you are very distracting.”

“you are very distracting,” his eyes sparkle, “i couldn’t tell you a single thing about the wedding y’know? but i think i can wax poetics about the sunlight catching in your hair.”

she giggles at his sappiness, slapping him on the arm lightly (and taking the chance to feel the muscles underneath). george, on the other hand, buries his face in the crook of her neck and hums lightly to the tune of the song playing outside. 

“dance with me,” he says, his voice muffled and she nods, already swaying to the faint tune floating in. he’s right though, now that she thinks about it, she absolutely could wax poetics about the sunlight falling on him. especially through the tinted glass windows of the church. it’s casts a halo around him, softening everything about him. 

“you’re staring,” he smiles against her lips, capturing her mouth in a quick kiss before she can get a word out. not that it bothers her much though, she just sighs happily and lets him deepen it, lets him sway her gently. instead, her mind flashes her with an image—them dancing exactly like this, perhaps a little older, her in white and george in whatever the fuck he wants to wear because he’s always stunning. she can picture it so clearly—a wedding of their own. a marriage too. 

when the thought occurs to her, it takes shape in her head, flashing her with more images—a honeymoon in the mediterranean, george with warm sunlight on him and sand stuck to his chest. warm nights spent tangled up in sheets with george railing her into the mattress. bright mornings spent kissing and cuddling and giggling under sheets. 

“what are you thinking about?” his voice shatters the vision and she stutters a bit, trying not to freak him out with all her future plans. 

“hmm? nothing just—”

“you’ve got that look on your face. like you’re thinking of me naked—”

“george!” she slaps a hand over his mouth, “we’re in a church!”

chuckles under her hand, and she can feel the vibrations against her palm. “no tell me what you were thinking about.”

“about… us,” she swallows, hoping he won’t prod further. but of course she’s proven wrong not even a second later when he twirls her mid-dance and asks, “what about us?”

about you and me getting married, she wants to say, having a life together, the forever kind. but thoughts churn in her head rapidly, they’ve only been together for a year and a half, they’re still so young, and george is just getting started with the band.

“you’re overthinking,” he murmurs. “now i’m really curious”

“okay fine! i got carried away and thought about us– about us–”

“getting married?” he finishes for her and she hums, trying not to blush like a fucking schoolgirl. it’s unfair that he should still have that effect on her after all this time, that he should tower over her like this and fluster her so much. 

for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, he only sways her letting the soft melody carry them. his hand grazing her back is so gentle, almost caressing her, making her feel electric with every brush of his fingers and she wishes she could bottle this moment and keep it forever. 

“what do you think i was thinking about the whole time?” it makes her whip her head at him, and her breath catches in her throat. 

“don’t joke about this.”

“who says i’m joking, sweetheart?” 

she doesn’t let him continue before she’s kissing him again, slow and soft and deep enough to make her toes curl in her heels. his hands roam all over her body, over the open skin of her back, caressing her spine with such softness that goosebumps spread all over her. she gasps in his mouth and he slides his tongue inside, pulling at her bottom lip with his teeth until she’s dizzy and weak in the knees. 

“george,” she groans and it’s like she’s doesn’t have to say anything more. 

“let’s get out of here,” he murmurs and takes her hand in his, dragging her behind him as they run away giggling, in search of someplace secluded. the sunshine hits her again, so warm and beautiful and she closes her eyes, locking this memory in forever. 

lemme know what you think <33

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[thefearedashantis]

Turn The Lights Down Low

Pairing: photographer!Remus x blackfem!reader

summary: Reader promised to fill in as Remus’ model for the day however she neglects to inform him she’s feeling sick before its too late.

word count: 1,754 ish

warnings: fainting

“Straighten up your posture for me.” No please, no reassuring grin. Remus is entirely in his element right now, face completely hidden behind the camera aimed at you. Usually, you wouldn’t be bothered by the formality. This was his livelihood after all. You were just an old friend from highschool occasionally called on last minute when a real model bailed on him. And even then, you’re sure Lily was rung before resorting to you. ‘Friend’ may not even an appropriate word. Sure, you ran in the same circles back then but you'd never actually spoken to each other one on one. These favours were the closest you’ve ever gotten to being alone with him.

“You’re still slouching” Remus chides, wrinkling his nose at you.

You can feel the pressure starting to build behind your eyes as you fight back tears with everything left in you. His assistant/stylist Marlene, another old face from school, will have your head if you ruin your makeup. Again. She’s always kind enough to take extra care in color matching for you as your makeup skills are very limited. However, you still had to manage your own hair. The curls and texture too ‘unruly’ in her terms. 

You feel like you’re being baked alive under all the lights. Blindingly bright and white. Sweat dribbles its way down your aching spine. Pinprick’s crawling up from your extremities, leaving your limbs heavy and numb. 

Your throat is scratchy, your mouth is dry. You fear if you move even the tiniest inch, suck in your stomach for a second longer or force your lips into another toothy smile, that you’ll lose your breakfast all over Remus’ beautiful set. 

To tell the truth you'd woken up this morning feeling slightly ill, but you couldn’t bear the idea of disappointing him so you vowed to push through. 

“Stick your right leg further out.” 

You do as told, focusing your ever fading gaze on the floor as another series of clicks and flashes go off. You can’t take this much longer. 

“Rem?” You haven’t spoken in so long your voice comes out strained. He doesn’t respond at first, squinting down at his shots with a scrutinizing notch between his brow. Sometimes you wonder why he chose to be the one behind the camera instead of before it. Beauty like his was rare enough. With his tall, lean stature. Wavy dark hair, coppery eyes and clean rich skin. Maybe his scars were the deterring factor. The pallid thin lines webbing from the corner of his eye, across the high bridge of his nose, along his cheek and ending at the corner of his lips. They didn’t dampen his charm in your eyes.

You lick your glossed lips and try again “Remus do you think we could take a break please?” 

“Just five more minutes if you can manage, i want to finish this set then you can rest and get changed for the next.” The camera takes its place before his face and he motions for you to straighten up once again. 

You cannot manage. Especially having lost almost all feeling in your legs. Chest heavy and eyes nearly impossible to keep open. 

“Are you alright y/n?” The question comes from Marlene, who stands off to the side with a useless fan and her touch up bag. She’s noticed your excessive sweating. Entirely too much even for the warmest of days. 

Her concern breaks the camel's back. Your knees buckle and you hit the floor, hard, with a feeble sigh. 

The next few minutes are a blur. Frantic words are muffled. Two fingers at your wrist check your pulse. Another set of hands tug at your clothing. Something cold is pressed to your neck.

When you fully come to, you’re greeted by darkness. The lights are dimmed. You’ve been moved to the back room and nestled onto an old threadbare couch. A damp cloth on your forehead drips water down the side of your face. The tight clothes you’d been dressed in now replaced by your own t-shirt and shorts. Your heart drops in embarrassment as your foggy mind begins to clear. You go to sit up but are immediately stopped by a gentle hand on the stomach.  

Remus, who was apparently sitting on the floor by the couch leans over you to get a good look at your face “Hey, can you hear me?” Whatever he sees must not be to his satisfaction. “How are you feeling?”

You don’t know what to say so you opt for silence. Avoiding his gaze that is hellbent on holding yours. Not only did you drop like a fly in front of them the taste in your mouth lets you know you threw up somewhere in there as well. One of them had to peel pukey material off your skin.

Remus must read your thoughts because he backs off a little then. Swiping his fingers at his nose to distract from the rouge coloring his cheeks. “Marlene changed you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

The tears begin to flow before you can reign them in. Yes, that is a crucial part of your mortification but the shame of ruining the shoot overshadows it. “I’m sorry, oh I'm so sorry” you choke out.

He squints disapprovingly at your sniffling. Not offering any sort of comfort. You didn't feel deserving of it anyway. Poor Marlene was probably in the studio right now mopping up spittle. You only cry harder at the thought.

“Why didn't you say you were feeling ill? We could have rescheduled”

He’d made it sound so urgent over the phone. “I didn’t want to put you out.”

Remus clicks his teeth, shaking his head at your silliness. He sits there watching you sob for a few more seconds. It all gets too overwhelming and you attempt to wiggle away from him when he finally makes a move. The hand that you now realize never left your stomach slides to your side. The other worming under you to pull you up slightly. His chin presses into the top of your head as he pulls you to his chest, squishing your face at his throat. He rubs soothing circles into your back, shushing you with gruff grumbles. When you don’t quiet down, he only holds you tighter. Its suffocating in the best way. Leaving you light headed on a scent akin to incense.

“Does your head hurt?” he asks, smoothing some of your hair down “You hit the ground pretty hard. Maybe we should go to the emergency room.” 

You shake your head with a sniffle “No, I just need to sleep it off.” You’ve always been prone to sickness. You just need to get home to your medicine cabinet and you’d be fine enough.

“Ok come on then.” He pulls away to straighten up.

“What?”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“It’s only a few minutes’ walk i-“

“I’m not letting you walk home like this, come on.” His tone leaves no room for argument. He helps you off the couch and when you stumble on the first step tells you to wait a second. You’re swooped up in his arms before any protest can be given. The two of you make your way to the front after grabbing your belongings. Marlene waves off your apologies with the end of the mop. Bidding you goodbye with a ‘get well soon’.

The sun is only just beginning to set outside. Remus’ car is parked across the street.

“You know this is the closest we’ve ever been” you find yourself mumbling when his hair tickles your ear.

“What do you mean?” he asks, hiking you up higher in his grip.

“Like in school, yeah we shared friends but you and I never actually spoke.” An awkward laugh bubbles out of you “One time you didn’t even recognize me when I ran into you while on holiday” 

You realize what you’ve said and backtrack quickly “Not that I’m complaining or anything! It’s just, I always wanted to get to know you better. You and James and Sirius always seemed so cool and like, radiant from afar you know.” You get the feeling that he doesn’t know and you’re just rambling. “You drew people in and it always looked like fun to be that close to you. So, when you called me for the first time about a shoot, I was ecstatic.”

Especially since you’d just figured everyone from that friend group had just lost your number by then. Nobody ever tried to get into touch or answered your messages after graduation except Lily occasionally. You assumed they just didn’t deem you anything worth keeping in contact with. Remus reaching out meant more than you could express with words, even if it was only for work. You saw this as your second chance, but things had never extended outside of the studio despite your best effort. An invitation for coffee after long hours. Rejected. An offer to stay back and clean up. Rejected. To meet up and discuss shoot ideas. Rejected. Always too busy. 

When you get to the car, he plants you on your feet for a few seconds. Unlocking the passenger side and ushering you inside with a protective hand on your head. “It was Sirius who suggested you” he admits, buckling your seatbelt and laying your chair back slightly. “He always fancied you back then actually, too scared to ever say anything.” 

Your shock is interrupted by a blanket being spread over your legs and a pillow placed behind your head.

“Comfy?”

You nod “Why do you have these in your car?”

A shrug. “Sometimes I sleep at the studio.”

He shuts the door and you watch him jog around the car from the rearview mirror. Neither of you speak again until you’ve pulled off. The words come so quietly you almost miss them over the hum of the air conditioning.

“I am sorry though” Remus keep his head straight and you take your time admiring his profile. “I didn’t forget you that time. I was just shy running into a pretty girl without the boys with me.” 

The smile that invades your face is so sudden and forceful your head begins to throb again. “Really? You’re not just trying to get in my good graces?”

“It would be worth the effort, but no.” He looks at you then, the first true smile you’d ever gotten from him softening his features. One specifically tailored for you “I could never forget you y/n.” 

[leoleolovesdc]

Bats and my hair-headcanons

Bruce has a straight, short hair. He will usually brush it in some classical fancy-man ways because when he doesn't it always looks like a complete mess.

Dick has a very wavy hair, it's almost curly but not quite. He had it short snd used a lot of gel back when he was Robin, but now he just kinda rolls with it, not doing much to style it except from an occasional cut so it won't get too long. He's too lazy to take care of long hair, but is okay with the shoulder length it's been lately.

Jason has curly, fluffy hair. He didn't do much with it as a kid, but nowadays he has a undercut to look less cutesy when he takes the helmet off. His hair is naturally a dark brown, he paints it black to look more like Dick and Bruce (also, I do include the white stripe in my headcanon because it's cute).

Cass has very straight hair, it's pretty much just a bob cut. She doesn't really have to style it, but sometimes (especially when crime-fighting) uses a short ponytail.

Stephanie has a VERY messy curly hair. She never brushes and hasn't done anything different with it since she was thirteen, when she straightened it because her mother told her curly hair looked ugly, she's given up on that, so nowadays it's hella long and hella messy.

Tim has the straightest hair ever. He used gel as a kid to it would look spiky, gave up on that shit at fourteen because he didn't have patience to style it. He has tried everything, a million styles, a million haircuts, but for the last year it's been a long-ish mullet.

Duke usually has shoulder-length dreadlocks, he has them in a ponytail most of the time. His hair is very curly, he had a big afro when he was younger, cut it short during his early teens and is letting it grow nowadays, he figured long hair looks good on him.

Damian has actual spiky hair (which makes Tim secretly jealous) and usually just brushes it to look similar to his father, it's still spiky in the back, tho. His hair is also a little longer than Bruce's, but he refuses to cut it and dreams of having a long hair and match the length with Duke.

[notquitedeadpod]

Do you have any specific appearances in mind for Alfie, Casper and Neige? I'm so curious, even if it's just a vague idea or direction.

Hmm, yes and no. Really, the only canon way they look are their descriptions in the show. But there are some things to do with the way they look which I've given a lot of thought to which I'll kind of. Waffle about. These are not really canon things, though, and fall instead into a category of dubious canon, where bc I'm the author I can't really fully escape the implication that everything I say about these little guys has more authorial power, but also this is stuff that's not necessarily consistent or anything that would come up within the show itself.

In the beginning I wasn't really thinking much about how Cas looked beyond the fact he has a lot of very dark, curly and wavy hair, which he should probably take better care of but just doesn't have the emotional bandwidth. I don't think he'd ever cut it off, though, it's important to him. Besides his hair and the angularness of his features, he changes in my head when I picture him in my head. Pretty consistently he has kind of medium toned skin, which you get the impression would be a lot darker if he was able to be in the sun more. When he does go out in it now, he tans fast and gets an extraordinary amount of freckles. He has brown eyes and very angular features, a long nose, a sharp brow. He's tall, ish, but not massively so. He has kind of a medium build, he clearly takes care of his body, but it's all for function, not for looks. He dresses in a way that's not exactly untidy, but I think he sort of just. Puts clothes on his body rather than carefully dressing himself in outfits, if you know what I mean?

By contrast, Neige is small, below average height, and his features are sort of soft and androgynous. His hair is pale gold and very well looked after. He likes to keep it cropped in a similar style to that you see on greek statues, but he has been known to let it grow longer if that's fashionable. There's an almost cherubic softeness to him, in my head. His hair and his skin, all shades of gold, but his eyes are a very striking blue, so when his kill drive is activated and they turn red, it's very noticeable. It totally shifts the colour tone of his face from angellic/ethereal to earthen and fiery. Neige also ✨gets dressed✨ like he is going for a look pretty much whenever he's choosing clothes. Is he fashionable in the sense that he's on trend? Fuck no. But there's something bold and stylish about him, having just decided to put on whatever he thinks makes him look hottest. I think he's accutely aware of his prettiness and sees it as a potential power. He uses his clothes to accentuate that where he can. Basically, for Neige, his body is first and foremost a tool, and you ought to keep your tools in the best condition possible so they can be functionally optimised.

Because I think of the show from Alfie's perspective, his appearance is the least developed. I think he has a lot of issues with his looks, but he's not hateful of himself. He's like. An average amount of good looking. He puts time and effort into how he styles himself when he has the energy to, but there hasn't been a lot of time for that since the events of the show started, poor lamb. He has mousy brown hair which he thinks is boring, a lot of freckles.

I hope that was at least fun if not necessarily informative!!!

--- Eira xxx

[fanfic-collection]

Telekinetic: Loki x Reader - Ch 1

I'm back ish! had a story idea, uhh yea. Reader has telekinesis, no idea where this is going. Feel free to request things to be added. But here goes!

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Your hand shook. You held it out, eyes scrunched shut and trying to focus on the small block opposite you. It wasn’t terribly far, and it wasn’t terribly heavy, but as you tried to focus on your budding telekinetic powers, you felt your focus fading.

You grumbled, letting out a few choice curses, before dropping your hands to your sides. Reaching up you tugged at your hair and shook your head, you knew it was possible, but really?

More grumbling.

“I think that’s probably safe to call it for now.” Steve’s voice came over the speaker in the training room. Steve, Steve Rogers, Captain America, smiled down at you from his viewing position. From his second-floor platform, shielded with glass, he was able to survey the whole training room. Luckily for you, it was just you practicing.

Steve’s casual wear did little to hide the super soldier’s muscles, and his winning smile displayed his optimism. Optimism currently placed in you. His hand clapped your shoulder when he reached your side and he beamed down at you.

“You did great, kiddo.”

You arched your brow, and rolled your eyes at the nickname. Then, letting out a heavy sigh, you shook your head. “I really didn’t. I can’t even move that stupid block.”

“It’s twenty pounds.” Steve replied, squeezing your shoulder.

You wanted to brush him off, feeling angry and defeated.

“Your powers are like a muscle, you have to strengthen them just the same. I could barely lift such a weight when I was a kid.”

“Yea, thanks…” You muttered, trailing off.

“Thor gets back today.” Steve said, abruptly changing the subject. “You should go get cleaned up to meet him, I bet that’ll be something to boost your spirits. Yea?”

You scowled and grabbed your towel and water bottle. It didn’t take long to reach the main lounge area.

Flopping down onto the massive couch, you daubed at your forehead, wiping away any lingering sweat. Maybe you should grab a quick shower.

Halfway across the room, the television’s remote lay on an end table, catching your eye. You frowned.

Narrowing your eyes, you reached out with your hand, willing the object to move. Your vision began to swim. You rose to your feet, hand reaching out and staring intently at the remote.

Slowly it began to twitch, shifting slightly on the table. It rattled violently as it slowly tugged along, moving towards you.

You let out a cry of triumph, pumping your fist in the air and ducked as it suddenly launched across the room, sailing over your head.

Spinning around, you smiled. The smile quickly fell as you took in the sight of two men walking into the room. Well really one person. Your vision swam, seeing doubles as the person slowly came into focus, no longer two people.

The man, with long, wavy, black hair, had his hand raised, holding the remote in his hand, studying you curiously.

You blinked several times, trying to focus your vision and take in just who you were seeing.

“Hello.” The man said, in a soft, deep voice. Velvety even.

“H-hi.” You stammered.

He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Is this yours?” He said, offering the remote out to you.

You felt your cheeks flush and you nodded. “Uh yea. Sorry, didn’t know someone would be here.”

“No matter, I was merely searching the compound for my brother.”

“Loki!”

The man, Loki, turned and glanced behind him at the distant booming voice. “I see he is searching for me, as well.”

“Loki?”

Loki had turned but glanced back at you.

Images of New York City in rubble, aliens flying across the sky, giant whale like ships crashing into buildings, rushed through your mind. Loki. The god who had attacked New York, was standing in the Avengers compound, mere feet away from you.

Your mouth dropped open as you sought a response, not sure how to explain the thoughts racing through your head. He seemed amicable enough right now, but could that change?

“Loki!” Another more insistent call from somewhere nearby, growing closer. It was the same booming voice.

“You’re here with Thor?” You blurted out. It was the best you could come up with. Steve had mentioned Thor’s arrival, nothing of Loki though, the probable war prisoner from… you pushed the thought away.

Loki inclined his head, expression neutral.

“Ah, yes.” You replied lamely.

“I should go find him, I didn’t mean to wander.” Loki murmured. He looked down at the remote still in his hand and tilted his head. The faint flicker of mischief flashed across his eyes and with a soft bit of green, the remote shot across the room, landing soundly on the table.

Your mouth dropped open and you scowled. “How’d you do that?”

“Magic, love.” He winked, turning once more, without another word.

“Can you show me?” You called after him.

Loki paused, glancing back at you. “I don’t suppose a Midgardian would have access to seidr.”

“I’m telekinetic.” You replied.

Loki turned once more, fully looking at you. “Oh?”

“Not great at it, I’m getting better.” You muttered.

“There you are!” A tall blond man appeared, his voice booming as he rounded the corner. This had to be Thor, god of thunder.  Thor stopped in his tracks, glancing between you and Loki. “Hello.” He inclined his head towards you. “I hope my brother is not a bother?” Thor said, sounding a little uneasy.

“Uh, Captain America never mentioned he was going to be joining you.”

Thor rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Yes… I may have left that detail out when I said I would be assisting my new friends.”

Loki raised his eyebrows, glancing at Thor mildly.

“Have you seen the Captain?” Thor added.

You shook your head. “I just came from the training room and bumped into, uh Loki here.”

“Training room, eh? You’re an Avenger.”

You shrank back and squeaked out, “more or less.”

“Good, good. You are fit to keep an eye on Loki here until I can find the others and explain.” Thor clapped his hand on Loki’s shoulder and hurried from the room.

Loki glanced in the direction Thor had left, gaze following him, lingering for a moment before turning back to you.

“Hi.” You mumbled weakly. After a moment of awkward silence, mostly, entirely, on your part, you added your name, introducing yourself.

“A pleasure to meet you.” Loki replied. His voice seemed surprisingly warm, if a little disinterested.

You sighed heavily and shrugged, flopping back down on the couch. Trying to match his disinterest, you waved dismissively. “Make yourself at home.”

Loki looked around before slowly sinking into the couch itself, knees a mile apart. He laced his fingers together and rested them on his lap, looking around.

You opted to ignore him for the time being, unsure how to take in the unusual person, god? Once more, you focused on the remote. It wiggled slowly on the table, scraping along until it fell to the floor.

“Yes!” You shouted, pumping your fist in the air.

The corner of Loki’s mouth quirked up. “Impressive.”

You glanced shyly over at him, still beaming. The smile slowly faded as your cheeks heated up, taking in his handsome visage.

Luckily, at that moment, Thor and Steve returned, freeing you of having to respond.

Steve’s arms crossed as he entered the room, scowling. “You weren’t joking.” He let out a heavy sigh.

Thor smiled awkwardly. “I was not.”

“We don’t have extra resources to guard him. And if SHIELD finds out, they’ll want him in their custody.”

“Please, my friend, we can’t send him away.”

You and Loki watched the exchange in silence.

“I’m not exactly mission ready.” You interrupted quietly.

Steve paused, looking at you. He opened and closed his mouth before rounding on Loki. “You’ve met her, yes? She’s a really powerful telekinetic, got that? She could knock you square across the room.” The lie was obvious to you, though Thor glanced at you, impressed.

Loki stared blankly at Steve.

You recalled Loki being the god of deception and lies too. Hopefully that was just hearsay, especially with Steve’s bluff.

“Of course.” Loki replied.

“Good. So don’t even think of doing anything.” Steve raised his finger warningly.

“As you say.” Loki said, replying again.

Steve nodded slowly before looking at Thor. “Yea, alright.” His shoulders slumped. “We can find a place for the two of you to stay. Let me go tell Tony about our newest guest, I’m sure the others will want to know.”

Thor beamed and clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder, shaking him gently. “Excellent, this is going to go beautifully.”

Steve grumbled, tossing you an apologetic look, before turning and making to leave the room. “C’mon, let’s get this set up.”

Thor waved and he and Steve left the room, leaving you and Loki once more in silence.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Anyways does anyone have any tips for hair care when disabled? I had been working on getting my hair back to its natural wave and I had made a lot of progress but now that my hair is longer and my physical and mental health is worse I’ve lapsed in caring for it and just leave it unmoisturized and brush it out straight-ish and maybe braid it and my hair doesn’t look nice it’s frizzy and dry as hell at best.

But like, raising my arms above my head isn’t something I can do much and even showing and washing my hair can be really difficult. I don’t want to cut it off or anything because it’s really important to me, being able to braid my hair is something big for my identity and spirituality.

Is there any good way to take care of my hair or am I doomed to just force my hair straight while I longingly look at and mourn the progress I had made and then lost in getting my hair healthy and wavy.

[icedmatchatae]

No Kisses | KTH Chapter VI: Boo Found Her Kitty

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter VI: Boo Found Her Kitty || Series Masterlist

You hummed a song from this boy group Hoseok showed you earlier today, and you couldn’t get it out of your head. Something about butter or whatever. You closed the microwave door and pressed popcorn before it started. You felt so fresh and relaxed after the long shower you gave yourself. You did a mask, shaved, exfoliated your scalp and body, and deep conditioned your untamed hair.

Your hair that was usually up was now down and resting at your lower back. At this stage in your life (or surprising genetics), your strands were naturally wavy, and you didn’t have the patience to style it, thus always being in a ponytail or braided. However, you loved your hair and its length, so you refused to cut it.

You were in a pinky bralette with flimsy blue shorts that barely covered the indent to your butt, a habit of rarely wearing clothes when you’re in the comfort of your home. Your glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of your nose as you waited for the popcorn to be done.

You waited for Yoongi’s text, hoping he’s still okay with your movie night. But knowing him, he was the type to either fall asleep or just come to your house unknowingly. You also don’t care how you dress in front of him like this. It never fazed him. He explicitly said you weren’t his type as well.

It felt good having time to yourself. Usually, you were in school, working, or with Taehyung. Though you longed for the man, it was nice that the both of you had a night to yourselves. You missed him, though, and wondered if he was having fun and enjoying the presence of his friends. But these thoughts weren’t going to ruin your Friday night. You will spend time with your friend and watch Monsters, Inc. 

You heard a knock on your front door. With a smile, you happily rushed to the front door to invite your best friend.

Without hesitation, you opened the entrance. “I knew you’d ma—Taehyung?” You stopped yourself in shock. While his presence eventually became welcomed, you weren’t expecting him. Yet there he was, dressed in all black, fitting around his body succulently, hair tussled sexily, and smelling like alcohol and cologne. He leaned the jamb, slowly controlling his breathing while his eyes fell on you. He was out of breath…did he run? You were too concerned and in need to help him that you couldn’t see the predator look plastered on his face. 

He found you so fucking attractive. All blood went to his hardening dick. Bralette showing your cleavage, skimpy little shorts covering barely anything, your stomach exposed and ready for him to touch. But what surprised him the most was your hair. This was the first time he’s seen it in its natural state and not up. Your natural waves cascading down and free, looking absolutely delectable.

You tried calling for him, but you noticed where he was staring. You automatically looked down and were fully aware he gawked at your body and what you were wearing. Regretting you should have put on a cover, You quickly hid behind the door as he tried staring a bit longer to your liking. He saw you in nothing before, but why are you getting all so shy?

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you…is this for me?” He was astonished by how you looked. All bare and in your natural glow, he loved it so much.

“N-no, these are my sleeping clothes.”

“You look so sexy…” He stepped inside your home and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lost your balance, but he pulled you into his chest, stabilizing you. He nuzzled his nose into the neck, inhaling your clean scent heavily. “You smell fucking delicious, just for me.”

“Taehyu—”

The microwave beeped, and your attention motioned to that direction.

He rested his chin on your head and kissed your hair, “You making something?” His little action warmed you but repressed it off.

“I made popcorn.” You lightly pushed him off of you to get your snack, having more cheer in each step, to which Taehyung showed no shame in watching your ass bounce with it. 

He looked at your TV paused with the Pixar opening. “Movie night?” He watched you put the popcorn into the bowl and throw the bag in the trash. “All by yourself, princess? Fun Friday, I guess.” He followed your movement as you headed towards your living room.

“No.” You stated, but your tone was like a question. You placed the popcorn down. “Yoongi was thinking of coming but…” You checked your phone resting on the coffee table. “Judging by the time, I think he may have fallen asleep.”

Yoongi? Why Yoongi? Sure, he was your best friend and all, but why was he spending a quiet night with you alone? A Pixar movie, a man and a woman together, eating popcorn, hormones? A recipe for disaster, in Taehyung’s possessive mindset. 

“So Yoongi would have seen you in this?” He motioned at your thin pieces of fabric that you call pajamas. 

“Uhhh, he doesn’t care.” You turned your head as he came up to you in haste. Once his shoes stepped onto your carpet, you were about to protest and tell him off, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. His dark eyes watched

“I do. I care.”

Heart beating. “Why should you?”

“Because…only I can see you this. Hair down, in this sexy sleeping attire, showing so much supple skin. Only me.” You felt his venomous voice hitting your face, letting out a grimaced expression. Alcohol but the mint tried covering up the stench. Yet being so close to him made your stomach squirrels run around in glee. He looked like a God damn mess, but a beautiful mess indeed.

Trying to be all casual and pretending you weren’t sexually affected, you say, ”Ummm, I guess since you’re here, do you wanna watch the movie with me? It’s Monsters, Inc.” You slightly pushed him away, but he gripped onto you tightly.

“How about we do something else?”

“So yes or no?” You shoved him to create some distance between you. You grabbed the popcorn bowl before plotting down on the couch. You ate a piece before looking up to him as he stood like a mannequin in silence.

He was still a little tipsy but sobered up quickly after the incident. He finally checked the surroundings before realizing that he hadn’t been to your place before. You never suggested going to your apartment to have sex. It was always his. He didn’t know why but he never asked. But as his drunk eyes scanned the place, it was very you with comfy and adorable furniture.

You murmured to him to take his shoes off, which he obliged and threw them over to the entrance, making you shake your head. He took his jacket off, revealing a black shirt underneath that tightened around his muscles. He settled on the couch while you grabbed the remote to start the movie.

As much as you wanted to cuddle with him, you maintained distance. You had sex, sure, but from the past couple of days, you wanted to maintain some sort of boundary. You’ve been doing so many things beyond fuck buddies with him that was severely detrimental to your poor little heart because you knew it didn’t mean anything at all. 

But it hurts so good when it happens.

“Hey, why are you so far? Come to me.” He pouted, scooting closer to you. You moved back, but he only came forth, eventually circling an arm around your waist. He pulled you and laid his back down onto the cushions, putting your body on top of him. You almost dropped the entire bowl, but he grabbed it and placed it on the floor in front of you, then pulled the throw blanket over your bodies. He fixed your positions until you had a leg hanging on the side of him and another in between his legs. Your head rested on his chest while he was on a couch pillow. 

“How does this feel, baby?” He questioned, absorbing in your softness and warmth. You merely hummed before he gripped onto your thigh, to your surprise, and brought it up so that you’re basically straddled onto him. 

God, this position was your favorite when you cuddled him, but usually, this led to fucking…, and you shouldn’t, even if you wanted to. You literally had sex yesterday, but it has been 24 hours.

You didn’t know if he was trying to do something on purpose or wanting to get a reaction out of you. But through your peripheral vision, you saw him engaging with the movie. Despite the interrupted self-care day, you shouldn’t make it a big deal, but it was fine as long as you were resting.

You both eventually became invested in the movie, while Taehyung fed the both of you popcorn once in a while.

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You were about to fall asleep at the part where Sulley lost Boo in the factory when you felt Taehyung’s fingers ghost over the tops of your straddling thigh. You didn’t think much about it; in fact, it was relaxing, and you would have fallen asleep quicker.

But his digits shifted under you, hitting your clothed core.

You inhaled in a rush and lifted your head off of him to give him a glare. Once you did so, you saw that he wasn’t even paying attention to you. His eyes were still on the movie, but he knew you were suspecting something.

He lightly touches your cunt through your fabric, applying not enough pressure to get through an orgasm but enough to make you needy and whiny for him. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking it in. He moved his fingers to your hole, digging a little that it penetrated your dampening panties into you. You felt yourself leaking, your essences running down the petaled lips.

This was not supposed to be coming over to eat some ramen.

You exhaled softly before gripping onto his shirt. “Tae…” Still not looking at you, he found your clit and rubbed circles over it. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning over the lovely feeling. You rested your head on his chest as you breathed heavily and tightened your hold on him, squinting your eyes shut. “Daddy,” You mewled, shifting your head so that your chin rested on him while you gazed at him with your lusting eyes.

“Aww, baby, look! Boo found her kitty!” You did not give a fuck about the movie. You were focused on getting some action now. He mundanely turned to finally give you his full attention. You saw how his eyes darkened with sensuality and need, but his face remained blank, acting like nothing was going on. “I also found my kitty.”

He pushed your skimpy shorts and ruined underwear to the side of the folds. Two long fingers carded through the slit, collecting your fluids. “Fuck, so ready.” He embedded his digits into your hole, causing you to let out a shaky moan. But he doesn’t move, for God knows how long you start wiggling your hips, pouting for him to do something. “More?”

You pushed out your lips, submitting to his beck and call. You nodded swiftly, “Y-yes, daddy, please.”

“Please, what?”

“C-can you touch me more, daddy?”

He chuckled darkly, “You’ve gotten better at begging.” He licked his lips before slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, relieving you of the pleasure but squealing when he curled his fingers into your g-spot.

“Oh, God!” You grunted as you dropped your face down, shallowing your noises into his hardened chest. You subconsciously rolled your hips to his rhythm, both of you listening to the sounds of your stickiness wetting his fingers.

“Baby, you’re so tight.” He breathed out, continuing his movements. “Look at me while I’m fingering you.”

You raised your face while resting your chin on him once again. He was absolutely delighted seeing your flushed face, droopy eyes at him, mouth slightly open to breathe, furrowed brows as you concentrated on your orgasm. Your faces were so close yet so far away, but every time he pushed his fingers in, you’d jot forward, almost crashing your faces together. 

He couldn’t help but stare at your luscious lips, so red and plump, covered in your saliva as you licked it. He remembered the times when you almost tried to kiss him or vice versa, but each party would prevent it before happening. He wished he didn’t have stopped. He regretted it every time. He looked at your lips, the sounds that came out of them. His strained dick in his pants twitched every time. These were the lips he wanted.

“Daddy, close.” You squeaked, feeling the familiar heat coming up again. “Please lemme come. I’ve been your good girl,” The sound of your poor little voice was the ballad to his ears. He thrust harder, and you fell forward, finally coming to his features.

Your foreheads touched, the tip of your noses blooping one another. The little whimpers grew louder as he felt your walls about to crash down. You so badly wanted to kiss him. You knew never to kiss him even in a delirious state. But once your hot breath grazed his face and he saw you biting your lips again, it triggered his entire being.

Taehyung leaned forward.

Your eyes widened as you found yourself losing oxygen by the second.

You felt his lips on yours. Though there were still trails of alcohol and popcorn, your delusional mind morphed his bitter taste into cotton candy and sweet caramel. His lips were soft and cushiony against yours. He began moving them so that you’d mesh into him, which you did to follow his lead but very poorly. The kiss granted your every wish and hope you wanted. The innocent touch of his exploded like the New Year’s sky, the butterfly sensation traveling across your body, especially your poor cunt that rippled into ecstasy.

You gasped, letting him have a chance to push his tongue in. You moaned into his mouth, shutting your eyes as your body convulsed and juice spewed out of you like there was no tomorrow. Everything was wet and sticky. You leaked all over your couch and his clothes, but he did not give two shits as he gently helped you come down on your high.

He had pulled out of you by the time you were finished but didn’t stop kissing you. Your tongues were sloppily moving and swirled in motion as he gripped your waist and urged you towards him. You could feel his boner poking at you before he grinds into you to relieve some pain.

You felt so good; you tasted like vanilla and strawberries, and he was instantly addicted. He didn’t care if he broke his rule, nor did you. He wanted your taste on his mouth at all times. All he wanted was you and to kiss you again and again and again.

After some time, you finally pulled apart from him to breathe, but foreheads still touched. You kept your eyes closed, having a sense of fear for reasons you weren’t quite sure of. He finally kissed you; you finally kissed him. It only made your heart jump in joy. Did it mean something?

“You know you suck at kissing.”

You snapped your eyes wide open to see him smile cheekily. You frowned and pushed away to sit and straddle him. “Not my fault!”

“I thought of it as a compliment. It inflates me.” He, too, sat up, gazing at you with endearment. “Only showing how much I’m corrupting you.”

“You freaky man.”

He smirked, “Only for you.” He took your chin, inching forward to kiss him again. God, he loved it so much. You kissed back, making him moan. He muffled into your lips, “Bedroom, where?”

“End of the hall to the left.”

He wasted no time carrying you and following your directions while you circled your arms around his nape. He did it all while kissing you, fumbling a bit because he was too distracted by your supple lips. Ultimately, he made it into your bedroom. He didn’t have time to speculate the area as he spotted your full-sized bed in the corner to put you down.

Your back met your soft sheets, which you are praised to the high heavens you decided to change your old One Direction bedsheets into cute white daisies.

There he stripped all the disrespectful but sexy sleepwear off of you, making you completely naked in front of him. You weren’t as shy to show your body to him, but it still lingered. You used your elbows as leverage as your eyes battled with his in what was the next move.

“Get on fours.” He commanded, and you happily accepted. Your rounded ass faced him, which was something embarrassing and you’re not used to, but you knew he loved it, so you did it for him.

Teasing him a little, you shook your behind him and smiled playfully despite him not seeing. But all the fun and games for you were interrupted when he spanked your red puffy pussy. You yelped in pain but also pleasure as he did it once more.

“Da—” Another slap.

“You came without my permission.” Slap. “You think me kissing you was saying yes?” Slap.

You sniffled as you teared up, “N-no.” Slap. “Sorry!” The jolts bounced you into a rush, begging for more. You began drooling on the side of your mouth, pushing your head into your mattress.

“Baby, you’re doing so good, but I’m gonna have to punish you again.” He stated, and you said yes. For reassurance, he pecked your ass cheek before proceeding with your punishment. He smacked your cunt continuously, hit after hit. With every moan that got out of you, he knew you enjoyed it.

You felt the pressure building up again, and before he could punish you again, you said, “Daddy, I’m gonna come, please, please, please!”

Slap. “Okay, baby. Gimme what you got.” You were a bomb that detonated in a rush. Your walls clenched around nothing, yet your thighs quivered as they struggled to keep your ass up.

Your face stayed flat on your sheets. You heard him removing his wet clothes and throwing them on the floor, finally being as bare as you. You felt him push your legs, spreading them wide open. You prepared for him to go inside, but you inhaled sharply as his flattened tongue rubbed your clit in figure eight.

Your hands reached for the bedsheets, swaying your hips into his mouth. He held a side of your hip to keep you still. You wept by the immense sensation you had, looping your fingers tightly around the fabric. His plush slugged down into your hole, pushing it open as he sucked on your swollen nub. You mewled, but your voice grew high and louder when you felt a different feeling.

His mouth parted from your pussy to spit onto your anal, lubricating it before going back. His thumb rimmed around your puckered hole, lightly pressing into it as he ate your petaled folds. The feeling was too much, but it was soooo good. 

“Daddy!” You said pathetically.

He kissed your clit before saying, “Is this okay, baby?”

“Hurry!” You whined. “Wan you inside!”

He chuckled at your impatience, “I just wanna take my time with my baby. I love being with you.” The tip of his thumb pushed through your hole, causing you to groan. He nibbled and suckled on your clit simultaneously, making you go into another frenzy. You couldn’t handle the pressure, and you just sobbed as you came into his mouth.

He could feel him smiling, knowing that though you didn’t ask for permission, he enjoyed seeing and hearing you cum so he lets it slide. Thighs losing feeling until you dropped your lower body down to the bed, bouncing back slightly. He guided you down, collecting your frothy white slush with his tongue. Once you were finished, you still were a crazy horn ball who wanted Daddy’s dick immediately.

“Daddy, please!” You whimpered, focusing on him. There were tear streaks down the corners of your eyes, your nose was red and runny, and your mouth leaked in your drool. “Wan you…wan you..badly, please!” You hiccuped, being overpowered by his overall dominance.

You were so well-behaved. It hurt Taehyung’s heart. He wanted to give you everything your little heart desired. He felt so bad for you, having come three times yet not on his dick. He was also losing patience with his cock, painfully pink and seeping with pre-cum through his tiny slit. He knew it was time.

“Okay, baby, shh, shh. It’s okay.” He cooed, pushing away the strands on your face to eye you clearly. You were sniffling and wiping some tears away from your flushed features. You were so beautiful and perfect that he couldn’t get enough.

He turned you around, letting you rest on your back. He spreads you. He positioned himself in between your legs. The mushroom of his dick swiped your pussy, scooping more lubrication until he rested himself at the entrance. His eyes averted back to yours, then he saw something.

The lust in your eyes was replaced with a more tenderer spark. You gawked at him like he was the only one in the world. You were longing for him, wanted to be with him already. His attention was all on you, just for you. He held onto your hands, kissing the backs of them with care. The atmosphere changed into something they wished for but were afraid to say it audibly. 

“You’re so perfect, princess.” He whispered enough for your fluff mind to hear. “You’re mine. Don’t ever leave me.” There was a sense of vulnerability in him, and you’re surprised as to why or what is he talking about.

“I—”

He stopped you by pecking your lips, “You don’t need to say anything. I just want you to know.” He bent down again to give you a more intimate kiss. He took his time kissing you, wanting the moment to last.

But your horny mind couldn’t wait any longer, so you parted from him to whine. “Hurry, please. I want you so badly.” You shook your hips at him and spread yourself wider than usual. “Fuck me, please.”

He sighed despite loving how you begged. He grabbed his cock to align himself. He didn’t even wait as he slammed his entire length into you, making you scream from the sudden stretch. Though you knew he was big, it was still hard to adjust. “This is what you get from being so needy.”

He wasted no time thrusting long and hard. Each stroke touched your spot and cervix. Both of your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoed the room. Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure receiving, drool pooling out of your mouth while your arms struggled to hold him for dear life. He has done it before, but the feeling seemed different, an unspoken feeling.

Your hearts fluttered with every noise, every stare, every smell, every touch. All you wanted to do was be with one another. You didn’t want to let go. You couldn’t, or else you’ll break.

Taehyung’s pace fastened, making you scream louder and squirm under him. He gripped your waist harder, holding you down and probably creating red marks on you. His mouth reached for your nipple and swirled his tongue on your bud, making you curse under your breath at another stimulation.

He slapped your tit and smirked at your weakening state, “Such a good little slut. Do you like when daddy plays with you like a little fuck toy?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Tell me who you belong to?” He seethed, immediately thinking about how you were dressed, and waited for Yoongi. “Who owns your pussy, princess?”

“Y-you!”

“Be clear!” He smacked your tits, getting them to bounce.

“Taehyung!” You tried so hard to reply with a mushed head. “Daddy owns this pussy!”

“You’re mine! No one should see you like this except for me. Not Yoongi, not Hoseok, me!” He pressed his palm onto your stomach, and you could have sworn you lost it right then and there. Using his other hand, he went over to and pinched your swollen clit. Your throat hurt from all that screaming as you could only wheeze at this point. The high was arriving soon, and you couldn’t even speak properly. You babbled like the dumb little whore you were.

“God, look at you. Just a month ago, you were a cute little virgin. Now you’re my cum sprinkling cock sleeve.” He said condescendingly, which would have embarrassed you, but your conscious was nowhere to be seen. “My pretty kitty so good, so tight for daddy. This little fucking cunt is my personal onahole. Got it?!” 

You nodded pathetically, which he usually didn’t like, but you getting stupid for his cock made up for it. You loved his filthy words, loved it to the last drop.

Taehyung’s eyes glanced at your pussy, sloshing with a pearly ring connecting around his thickness. Such a God ascending sight, he thought. He could feel you tightening around him. 

“P-puh-pl—“ You couldn’t enunciate. He knew that you couldn’t produce proper words, so he gave you the blessing you wanted.

“Cum.”

He didn’t have to say it twice as you were sent into one of the hardest orgasms in your life. Your eardrums rang, hearing a blunt white noise as your head throbbed tremendously. Your vision blurred with spotting images of Taehyung. Your nails needled through his back, putting crescents on his skin. You barely chanted his name as you were slowly going down. He drowned some of your mewls with his mouth, though you couldn’t kiss him back.

Though you were completely satisfied with your sexual craving, Taehyung wasn’t having it. You didn’t squirt, and he wanted you to blackout. He loved seeing you writhe and crumble at the hands of him. So he decided to pull out and turn you back on your fours. 

You were practically a rag doll, allowing him to do any with your body. Your fucked out face pressed down onto the destroyed sheets. He helped your bare ass in the air, basically carrying you since your waist down was numb.

He could see everything. Your soft, plump ass on display just for him, your inflamed tender pussy leaking with essence and cum just for him, your whole self…just…for…him.

He smashed his full self into him, jerking your form forward before destroying your hole like a monster. 

“To-too much!” You were a weeping little thing from overstimulation.

“One more for me, baby.” His sloppy pace indicated that he was close, but he was determined to make you cum again. “I know you can take it. Squeeze your cunt around my cock.” He rubbed your mound aggressively as your eyes twitched. 

He pumped once more until you broke loose. Your thighs trembled, giving up right away, and you dropped onto the bed with Taehyung’s weight on you. You saw little twinkling stars with the occasional in and out blackness. You gasped harshly with your tongue out, attempting for more oxygen. You felt your squirting running down your and his thighs before seeping into the sheets. You leaked more than typical as you heard the light streaming noise.

Taehyung was not far behind as you heard him whimper. Then he drove his cock deep into you before splattering it onto your walls. He slowly pumped, helping his high with white ropes filling your cervix. He could only whine your name, peppering kisses onto your shoulder.

Heavy breathing resonated in the room, and the smell of sex lingered potently. Your perspiring skins stuck together, feeling your combined cum coming out of your cunt. Your drooping eyes slowly closed from the crashing tiredness, but you tried your best to stay awake. 

After staying in this position and the rush was over, Taehyung pulled out of you, and you whined at the sensitivity. He cooed softly and guided you on your side, giving you so much praise. He held your body, showered your entire face with kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose, and planted a big one on your lips. Though you were exhausted, the squirrels were back and running in your stomach. You weakly kissed back and hummed quietly.

He lets go of you to clean you up, trying his best to find your bathroom, other bedsheets, and a cloth. By the time he found everything, he had come back and saw you out like a light. Careful not to wake you up, but he doubted it, he wiped you clean and carried you up and out to the living room. He laid you on the area that wasn’t wet before running back to your room to change your sheets.

He finally finished everything and went back to you, still sleeping soundly and curled up like a cat. He laid you down on the fresh sheets before laying beside you. He wrapped his arms around your slumbered body, pulling your head to his chest.

He kissed the top of your head, feeling like he was in a dream. Your soft breathing and adorable unknowing movement to get closer to his heating body made his heartbeat quicker. It felt so right to be here with you. You were perfect, everything he wanted. He wanted you so badly, wanted you to be his.

“I love you.” Muffling into your strands. 

[emmettland]

Lillian photo dump? I forgot what she looked like lol

oh man i think i have like...one canon drawing of her xD

that's her next to Marian (an outdated design of Marian), when she was pregnant with Logan. the important thing to know is that she looks A LOT like Logan. same hair color, eye color, and wavy-ish hair. but Lilian only has one eye mole, her lashes are longer, and her hair is styled differently.

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[ID from Alt Text: Two adoptable character designs. Character 3: A thin framed androgynous character with deep brown skin and black neck-length locs framing their face, covered mostly by a white beanie. They wear faded blue eyeshadow, a dark blush, have a nose represented by a very slightly down curved horizontal line, and boxy lips with straight upper lip. They wear a black turtleneck sweatshirt underneath a fluffy white winter coat, with very poofy hemming and an even poofier hood, a black belt with a silver belt at the waist, black gloves, and a below-calf length dark blue slit tie skirt with dashed lines in a wavy pattern, reminiscent of poodle skirts, worn over a longer white frilly petticoat. They also have black layered socks that gather over dark brown boots. Character 4: A lighter medium framed, hourglass shaped androgynous character with light-medium beige skin and straight, messy, shoulder-length blue-ish black hair, partly covered by a maroon beanie with two points that have small tassels at the ends. Their mouth and nose are covered by a black mask. They wear a maroon turtleneck under a dark blue sweater with a fluffy white hood and pompoms at the end of the hoodie strings with sleeves that have a faded pattern of large stars. They also have a pair of black fingerless gloves, black short-shorts with maroon, crossed drawstrings that end in a ribbon tie at the end, black fishnets, thigh-high black socks, fluffy above-knee black leg warmers, and black shoes. /End ID] ***Please feel free to DM me or send asks on how I can improve my image descriptions, thank you!

[enid-rhees]

Alrighty, I was thinking (as usual 💀)...

(this is lowkey inspired by my experience lmao)

Imagine reader has like, super-ish long hair. She's been growing it out before and after the apocalypse, so it's down to her butt.

Reader has been wanting to cut it for a while. But is too nervous to lol. So one day, she's talking to Enid, who's playing with her long wavy hair, and listens to reader ramble on about how she wants it to be short like Enid's but is too nervous? Hesitant? Whatever the word is-

So Enid offers to cut it for her! Ofc reader is kinda shocked by the offer, but feels super honored. (It's Enid, let's be real yo-). Enid tells her not to worry, because she used to cut her dad's hair (she actually did 🥺).

So yea, basically Enid ends up cutting readers hair to her shoulders, after years of the reader wanting short hair!!

i love this so much. when i was younger i had superrrr long hair but when i got older i chopped it all off bc my hair is also really thick so it got knotty really fast . also this scene :’) like two seconds after this everything goes to shit but Enid cutting her hair warmed my heart sm :’)) tysm for sending this in i hope you enjoy 🩷

warnings: ONE sexual joke

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are open! if you’d like to request something, read pinned for rules!

you sat in between Enid’s legs as you both watched the movie playing in front of you. her fingers ran through your long hair softly, trying not to pull at any of the strands to hurt you.

if you were being honest, you loved the way it felt when Enid touched your hair like this, but you were getting tired of how long it had become.

you were growing it out before the apocalypse broke out, and you soon realized that it would be almost impossible to have it cut again. it was down to your ass at this point, maybe even longer. it was such a hassle to brush it every day, multiple times at that.

as Enid ran her fingers through your hair, her fingers suddenly got stuck in a knot. you hissed as a first initial reaction, and Enid panicked, “oh my god, i’m so sorry! are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” you chuckled. “i really hate how long my hair is gotten though.” you said with a pout. “it’s so hard to take care of now. i just want to- chop it all off but i’m scared.”

you then changed your position between her legs so you could look at her. you stared to run your fingers through her short strands. “i want my hair to be like yours. its so beautiful. it barely gives you problems and i want that too. but every time i pick up the scissors i get nervous and back out of it. but i’m so sick and tired of dealing with this mess.” you ranted, and you didn’t even realize that you were.

but Enid listened intently, not forgetting a single word you said. she smiled, messing with the messy locks of hair.

it felt like a light bulb suddenly appeared above Enid, “i could cut it for you!” she exclaimed. your eyes widened slightly, “what? are- are you sure?”

“yes! i cut Maggie’s hair a few years back! i want to cut it for you, it can be like mine, just like you said.” she giggled, ruffling your hair teasingly.

even though it wasn’t you doing the cutting, it still worried you. what if you hated how it looked afterwards? what if Enid hated it?

you took a deep breath, “okay. lets do it.” Enid clapped and pulled you up, dragging you to the kitchen. she pushed you down into a chair and left you there as she went to find a towel and the scissors.

your heart raced the longer she was gone. this was actually happening. almost all of your hair would be chopped off finally.

Enid skipped back into kitchen, a blue pair of scissors in her hands. “don’t run with scissors!” you whined. “you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself.”

“it’s very rude to underestimate your girlfriend. are you ready?” with a playful roll of your eyes and a laugh, you nodded. “yeah, i’m ready. i think.”

Enid brushed your hair back and picked up the scissors. “before i do the first cut, you need to tell me if you’re absolutely sure about this, love.”

“i’m sure.” you said. “just nervous.”

“don’t be. you’ll be okay.” you closed your eyes as she brought the scissors down to the end of your hair. she gripped the end and started to slice the scissors through your hair.

“look.” Enid mumbled. you opened your eyes, and Enid held up the chunk of your hair that she just cut off. “oh my god.” you choked out, “i’ve never had it cut like this before. it’s just… it’s weird to see.”

“want me to keep going?” she asked, setting down the chunk of your hair. “yeah,” you nodded. “cut it like yours.”

Enid continued to cut off inches at a time, setting them down next to you. you could feel the back of your head getting lighter as she kept going. it was a new feeling. a good feeling.

after a few minutes, you started to feel your hair tickle your neck. that was new. “i’m done!” Enid exclaimed. before you could answer, she shoved a mirror into your hands. “do you like it?”

you panned the mirror on you, freezing as you stared at your new hair, it changed how you looked entirely, it took you a moment to even recognize yourself.

slowly, you turned your head left and right, looking at it from all angles. it was so different, you couldn’t process it. but… you loved it.

“i love it.” you whispered. Enid smiled widely, “really?” she asked. you nodded, “y-yeah, you did amazing, baby.”

“you look amazing.” she said, leaning down to kiss your head. “god, you really do look different. but like, in a really hot way.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and broke into laughter, Enid following. you stood up and pulled her into a hug. “thank you for doing this, Enid. seriously.”

“anytime.” she mumbled into your neck, kissing the spot in front of her lips. “there’s one downside though.” she said.

you were silent for a moment, “and what’s that?”

Enid sighed, “tugging on your hair when you’re eating me out.” you gasped and hit her shoulder lightly, “Enid!”

[fucknuggetmaguire]

there's something so frustrating for me about having straight, thin, dense hair. like I have a lot of hair on my head, but the strands are thin/fine and fucking pin straight. my hair doesn't have much volume because of that unless it is like super freshly washed, other than that it just kinda lays flat.

anyway what's so frustrating about that is that I'm a trans man and I do care at least a little bit about passing as male/masc in public. but I also prefer longer hair and I'm currently growing my hair out. so it's really really hard to find any reference photos for what kind of hair style I want to have because in every fucking picture of a man with long hair he either has curly or at least wavy hair and I swear it's always thick!

it's really discouraging because I genuinely feel sometimes like I can't possibly pass with the long hair I want because of the way my hair is/it's texture. I always find pics of guys with long hair and I'm like "that's awesome, I want that!" but then realize I can't possibly have it because their hair is thick/voluminous and mine is thin and flat as fuck.

it helps me pass that I've been on T for 2 years and my voice is deep ish and I have a light little mustache. but I still get gendered incorrectly sometimes and I'm just worried that if I keep growing my hair (which I WANT to do!!) it's just going to ruin any chances of passing. and I'm so worried that my hairs texture is going to make my hair look really bad and dumb regardless of the passing issue

anyway this is such a dumb thing to even be upset over cause I can't change it at all but whatever, tumblr is where I complain about stupid things

[madebyteenagefury]

have you made the house md ocs yet?

so, about that!

short answer: yes! yea i have :D

longer answer: yeaaa i did but.. making oc is always tough for me because i never seem to get attached enough to them to keep pushing through and developing them. being the only fan in a fandom where YOU have to create the source material is not really my jam haha. i have much more fun engaging with other peoples oc’s and characters from existing media.

but for you, i’ll commit to making a proper sheet for him. for now, here’s a little (very bare bones) overview of my guy!

introducing Max! he’s 33 (at the time of season one, based on my hopefully correct math of everyone else’s ages.) and an elementary teacher! he exists in the same universe as @privatehousesanatomy ‘s oc kadee. he lives in the same apartment building as her and house, which is how they become friends at first! he does graphic design on the side and while his family helped put him through school for his bachelors in elementary education he’s hoping putting himself through for a masters in graphic design. he comes from an asian background (his family is from the middle east, they immigrated in the late 70’s) and he is bilingual (i love any excuse to use my family’s language in my fandoms, an oc you can project on is the perfect way lol) he loves listening to classical music while he draws, his favorite things to draw are still life and portraits. he is an only child. a little physical description of him; he’s got chase ish length thick black wavy hair (difference between their haircuts is that max’s bangs are longer so they go down to his chin) which he usually pins back, dark brown eyes, an oval face, he’s about 5’10

here are some VERY early, on the fly sketches of him (both when i was in artblock AND i lost my sketchbook for a hot minute hence the lined paper😭double whammy)

the one on the left, those marks around max’s eye are where i erased glasses many times. originally he was going to have glasses but it’s not been set in stone, idk if i’ll keep them (yes that is wilson, i heavily referenced a @/noahdea.art drawing and ran with it, second one was just me messing around fully pulled out my ass that’s why it looks a lil jank but wtvr)

so yeah that’s kinda all i have of him! thanks for sending in that ask @former-lurker it pushed me to flesh him out just a little more. y’all pls feel free to ask me more about him and just lmk what you think!! this was actually super fun and helps/encourages me to delve into him and his world a bit more each time and who knows maybe this one will finally stick.