#sometimes i just wanna hide that i love makeup and just. only wear it when im going out. by myself

[weenhands]

im more aware about my behaviors/pattern of behaviors and i have clarity and understanding about them after realizing i was autistic but the trauma from middle school really makes me wish i took that awareness and hid every single special interest of mine

[zalayni]

🌆 LOVE U 3000┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pairing: earth 42!miles morales x reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: your life is always interesting now that you're dating the one and only miles morales.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ author's note: the discord server for atsv fans between 13-16 is still open so hmu if you wanna join 😝😝

he cups his hand under your mouth whenever he feeds you food so it won't fall on your clothes.

“here Mami try this” miles cupped his hand under her chin and gently blew in the soup that he had in a spoon so it wouldn't burn your mouth.

your his shadowboxing victim whenever his friends aren't around

he doesn't mind being his nerdy self around you

miles punched the air and faked dodge a nonexistent punch before turning towards you as you sat on his bed with your phone in your hand. “do you think I can defeat batman?” you rolled your eyes and chuckled at him. “Miles he's like twice your size.”

you two obviously play fight for fun. he never once hurt you for real

he gets too lazy to type out his messages sometimes so he resorts into sending you voicenotes instead

deadly ass side eye whenever you jokingly insult him

“that purple hoodie you have on makes you look like grimace” you said with a hand on your mouth to stop the laughter that was about to burst out of her. Miles stopped in his tracks slowly turning his eyes towards you, side eyeing your laughing figure. “you play too much.”

he has the receipt tucked into his wallet from your guy's first date which was at the arcade.

has his lockscreen and wallpaper saved as a picture of you two. he changes it atleast once a month because he adores taking pictures of you.

a bright flash disturbed you from doing your skin care routine. you turned your vanity chair towards the source only to find Miles smiling down at his phone. “did you just take a picture of me?” “um maybe."

you two love to post eachother on your instagrams

bro does not know how to swim 😭😭 if you're able to swim then he'll ask you to teach him but if you can't that still won't stop the two of you from going swimming especially when it's summer

stares at you whenever you're doing your makeup, hair, or even your skincare.

“Morales you're staring.” you joked seeing him stare at you from the corner of your eye. this made Miles scoff “so what?”

he wears a chain with your initial as the pendant and he wears matching bracelets with you.

whenever he sleeps with a bonnet on he wakes up with the end of it hiding one of his eyes.

“what are you laughing at?” he croaked still obviously half asleep. “did you turn emo miles?” you asked before pointing at his bonnet that slipped down, hiding his left eye.

really wanted to get his ears pierced and when he finally got them he was squeezing the blood out of your hands once they held the needle against his hear

you winced at how tight Miles's grip on your hand got. You saw him shut his eyes tightly when the needle went through making the hole for the piercing. Once it was all done he looked down at your hand noticing how red it is which made him laugh. “sorry Mami.”

“five more minutes” warrior. that man refuses to get up early even if you two need to be somewhere on time.

he has a habit of turning towards you with the "did you just see that?" look whenever he sees someone doing something embarrassing.

he'll ask you to come over just so you two can bake together. his mom thinks the two of you are adorable

he has a PC set up with a his gaming chair and right next to it is your set up and chair that he had bought so you two can play together

“do you like it?" Miles said while uncovering your eyes to show you his hard work on setting everything up. the whole setup was based on your favorite colors. “how much did this cost?” you asked making Miles shut you up with a kiss. “don't even worry about it.”

you two danced in the rain once thinking it was a good idea but the both of you ended up sick afterwards

he gifts you a promise ring since you two are too young to get married just yet

has a habit of turning his head so his lips could reach your hand whenever you cup his face

has a whole board filled with pictures of you two either from a polaroid or photobooths

over all gentleman towards you (and his mom ofc)

actually loves physical touch

you were standing up making yourself a sandwich for a late night snack until you felt someone snake their arms around your waist and rest their head against your shoulder. you didn't have to look over your shoulder to figure out who it was. “hey, you hungry?” miles hummed against your shoulder, tightening his grip on your waist. “yeah.”

when you two take the subway he has his arm wrapped around your waist while resting his hand on your hip as his free hand was holding onto one of the poles. he does this no creep comes your way and so you won't fall as the subway can be pretty rough at times.

pulls out his phone whenever you two aren't together in person.

“miss you :(”

“miles I literally just left like a couple minutes ago”

he knows whenever you feel down even if you don't say anything about it

“hermosa, look at me.” he lifted your chin with his hand making you stare up at him. “what's wrong? you're not your usual self.”

respects your boundaries and leaves you alone/drops the subject if you don't feel comfortable talking about it at the moment

“sorry, I just. I just don't wanna talk about it right now.” Miles smiled at you before kissing the top of your hand that he was holding. “it's okay mi niña hermosa, talk to me when you're ready."

[hecateslore]

💌

supervisor!Simon

“What are you doing at a gas station?” Simon's brows furrowed, He pulled the blanket back and stood up. “I asked Johnny to drop me off here.” 

“And he did?” Simon says in disbelief. He only hears the sad chuckle that leaves your mouth, “Do you want me to come and get you?” he asks. “No, no. I’m gonna get an uber or something.” Simon’s already searching for a sweater and his shoes, “Send me your location.” Is all Simon says, he hangs up and puts his shoes on, not locking his door, he gets into his car. 

Simon recognized the gas station, it was the one near his gym. The one with the old lady who alway flirts with him and says she loves his accent. 

-

You now, stood outside of the gas station, the light of the neon blue sign making the glitter in body butter shine. You see headlights in the distance, coming kind of quickly. When the car pulls in you can kind of see Simon's big hand in the windshield. He pulls up, doing that obnoxious honking thing. You smile sadly at him and wave. 

He holds his hand on the horn as you walk up, and he can see your sad little smile. He stops, and you open the door, “Nice car.” You say. It was just like you Imagined it, clean, really clean. Cardboard air freshener and all. “Thank you, I decided to match with all the other americans.” 

You snort at him. It was a nice car. Dodge, it suits him.  “My dad had one of these cars.” you look around. “What happened to it ?” he asks, pulling off. “I totaled it, I was barely learning how to drive.” You chuckle. 

-

You guys pulled into the parking lot. Only two cars were there, now three. “You ready?” he asks, taking a look at you, you look at him. His Black hoodie and his black sweats match, his face is a little flush with sleep. “You were sleeping.” You say smiling sheepishly. “I was laying down, not sleeping.” he playfully rolls his eyes. “I should’ve stayed home.” you sigh. 

-

Simon only looks at you, taking in the sight before him. Your dress hugging your body, the neckline lower than what you usually wear. When you’re in the office you’re all covered up, wearing a long sleeve or a short sleeve. Sometimes, depending on the pants, he could see your figure real well. Like when you wear work slacks instead of black straight jeans. 

What did Johnny do to you? Is all He can think. You look so sad, so uninterested in anything. He just sucked all the joy out of you. “Wanna go in?” he asks softly. “Yeah.” you say quietly.  The softness in your voice breaks him down slowly. He watches you get out of the car, “you coming?” you say fixing the rings on your hands. He nods and looks at you. 

All prettied up. 

-

You both get inside and sit in a booth, “How was the food over at that place?” he asks, you can feel his eyes on you. “It was eh. I just couldn’t really enjoy it.” You say, shrugging. You put the menu down, knowing what you’re gonna get. “Well you look very pretty if that brings you any consolation.” He compliments. 

“It does.” you admit. “I had my thoughts about this dumbass date.” you roll your eyes, you could feel the tears wanting to build again. “And he just kept saying everything was good.” You sniff. “I don’t even know what I saw or even see in him.” you pick the menu up again trying to hide the frown forming on your face. 

“Can you just fire him?” you say from behind the menu, hiding all the tears that managed to escape your eyes. Simon reached over and grabbed the menu out of your hands, frowning at the sight of your makeup all ruined. Tears streak through your foundation. “Let me give you a napkin.” he offers. “I look like a loser.” you say blotting the paper on your cheeks and under your eyes.“No you don’t.” he chuckles softly. “Your feelings are hurt.” he states. You exaggerate your frown and he only shakes his head at you. 

“I’m ready to order.” You say huffing. 

-

You both get your food, and you eat. “Can I ask why you called me?” Simon breaks the silence, you stop eating for a second, “I was a little bit drunk.” you confess. He snorts at you, “Figures.” You chuckle in response. “I would’ve probably called If I wasn’t, y’know.” 

“That so?” he says, stabbing into his hash browns. “It is so.” you watch him. “You wanna talk about it now?” He looks at you, and you bite the inside of your cheek, “Sure.” You shrug pushing your plate aside. “What happened first?”

“I get in the car, and he tells me I smell good.” You say, “Okay” he urges. “And then I tell him he looks handsome, and he says I look good.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh, indeed.”

-

You finish the recap and Simon sits with a horrified look on his face. “Can I be honest with you?” He asks. “That’s never good.” you say and reach over for the toast on his plate. “Johnny didn’t ask about you on friday, I lied.” You let out a sigh at his words. “Why'd you say it then?” you say annoyance showing through.

“Dunno, thought it was something that would’ve made you feel better. But I guess it didn’t.” he finishes. “Well it could’ve been worse. I mean the hint should’ve been when he didn’t talk to you for almost a week.” he shrugs. “The hint doesn't matter if he was gonna ask me to dinner anyway.” you say. “True.” he agrees. “I know it’s true.” You say and he snorts at your frustrated state. “I wouldn’t do this to anyone.” you say looking out the window. 

“This?” Simon's brows raise, “I meant that.” you clarify, “What johnny did or does.” Simon nods. “I wouldn’t do it either.” He looks out the window also, trying to see what you see. “Can I ask what made you like him?” he looks at your reflection, “Pretty.” is all you say. “You like pretty men?” He teases, “Not anymore.” you snicker.   

“I just don’t know why a regular human can’t just like me and treat me like a human.” Your eyes water again. “Don’t say that.” He says softly. 

-

Simon sees the big tears on your waterline, “I like you for you.” Simon tries to reassure you. He winces a little bit seeing you wipe your face. You sit back in your seat. “Don’t be a hero.” you chuckle. “I’m not, you’re funny, and I like hanging out with you.” 

“Yeah but you used to not.” You say, and Simon honestly couldn’t understand why he was so mean to you, It could’ve been those weird expectations and not being able to voice them to you..the right way. “It shouldn’t take an emotional breakdown to realize, hey, maybe I shouldn’t be an emotional terrorist.” You say rolling your red eyes. 

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” He admits. “I know you are.” You say cleaning under your nose. Even now you still look so pretty, So natural and vulnerable. Simon couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Maybe you noticed, maybe you didn’t. Simon didn’t care. 

“I Just think Johnny thought I was gonna be this cool girl.” you say reaching for the piece of toast on Simon's plate. He hands you the small packet of butter and his already opened jam. “I mean I acted like I didn’t care, y’know. Like when I quit, I wanted to be this whimsical chic, who lives on the edge.” you sigh. “But I really did care, and I was stressing. A lot.” you chuckle. 

“Cool guy.” he snorts, and you look up at him mid bite. “You’re a sadist.” You say, He laughs at your state. Cheek stuffed with toasted bread and picking at his side of fruit.  “Can’t believe I said he was cool.” you groan, “You liked him, it’s normal to form opinions.” he shrugs. 

“That's what the geriatrics are calling it these days?” you joke. “The geriatrics?” he says, almost shouting, “How old do you think I am?” His tone, a little bit defensive, “What like, 49?” you ask, teasing him a bit. Just to see those big brown eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“I’m not In my forties..” he clarifies, reaching for the leftover bacon on your plate.”I’m younger.” 

“How young?” you smile, “That doesn’t matter.” he says chewing the piece of meat. You can see his k-9’s better, they’re sharp. Simon rarely smiled with his teeth. It was either a grin or whenever he was being sarcastic, they would show. “Younger than me?” 

“Nope.” he pops the ‘P’, and you narrow your eyes at him” Is Simon insecure about his age?”  You pry. “Simon is not. It’s just not your business.” he shrugs, “You know my age.” you say. He rolls his eyes playfully. “Can I guess.” You ask giddily. He blows a raspberry. “Tell me if I’m hot or cold.” he only nods, sitting back in his seat. 

“25?” “cold” “28?” “ehhhh” “29? Is that warm?” 

“It’s room temp.”  You groan at his response, “Are you anywhere in the 20’s?” 

He laughs at your distress, “I’m 35.” 

“Damn.” 

“Oh come on.” 

-

“You wanna go?” he nods to the door. “Yeah.” you say getting up from the booth. “I’ll pay, take my keys and start the car.” He hands you his brand new keys. You take them and head outside . 

You watch him through the restaurant's window, the lady smiling and giggling at him. You can see his small smile. Simon’s charming. You open the door and sit in the driver's seat. It's pushed all the way back and it makes you giggle at his size. Both your phones sit in the cup holders. 

His car smells so, Simon. It's so clean and so him. You were so caught up in your brain you didn’t see him come out of the restaurant, “Having fun?” he smiles, that one dimple showing. “Hm?” you say out of it. “I need to get in there.” he bends to your level in the car. “Can I do a test drive?” you smile. “Absolutely not.” He chuckles. 

“Just a mile and then you can drive.” you plead, “No. I gotta get you home.” He says tapping your leg for you to move. “C’mon Simon don’t be a wimp.” you egg him on. “Move it.” He taps on more time. You groan and get out of his seat, “You’re no fun.” 

“You’ve been drinking.” He adds, “Hurry up.” He finished. You plop yourself in the passenger seat. “Simon.” he hums in response, “thanks for answering.” you say. “It’s no problem.” he reassures. “Just don’t make it a habit.” he looks at you. “Sure thing. You say while taking your rings off and putting them in your purse. “Do you need my address?” you ask, he nods and you show it to him, he takes a look and uses the map for what felt like two seconds and then turns your phone off handing it to you. 

-

You guys drive in comfortable silence, your eyelids feel heavy, you just want your bed, You just want Simon actually, but you hold yourself together. When you get to your apartment complex, you get your keys out. “I had fun.” you say mid yawn. “Pardon?” he chuckles. “I had fun, I said.” you say clearer than before. He nods, “you were alright.” 

“Oh whatever,” you smack him lightly with your purse. He laughs softly, “You can call me whenever I hope you know that?” 

“I’ll keep it in my mind.” you smile. He smiles back at you. “Simon, have you ever noticed your dimple?” he rubs his hand over his mouth, “Sometimes the older ladies point it out.” He winks, “Are you calling me old?” 

“If I call you old, then I’m ready for the nursing home.” You chuckle at his horrible jokes, “You’re unfunny.” you snort and he lets out a loud laugh. “I know.” he calms down. “Want to come up?” you ask absentmindedly. “That's a bad Idea.” he sighs  

“I’m not gonna try anything, we could have a drink.” you suggest. “I swear.” 

“I don’t drink and drive.” 

“You can crash on my couch. Only until you feel better, then you can go back home.” Simon thinks it over, You can see the thoughts turning in his head. 

It is true. You weren’t going to try anything. You just want to be near him longer. The night is still young. “Just one,” He says. “Just one.” you affirm. He sighs, “where do I park.”  You refrain from squealing. “There’s a visitor parking lot.” you point down the street, “just keep going forward.”

When you guys park, It takes you 20 minutes to get out of his car. Checking for your phone, your ID and all your jewelry. “You ready?” He says for what feels like for the 50th time. “Now I am.” you say adjusting the skirt of your dress. You both walk to your apartment, The occasional rock getting caught in your heel and Simon trying to hold back his laughter, “I promise you I'm not drunk, It's just the stupid ass rocks.” you say kicking a pebble as hard as you can.

At the door, you struggle to unlock it. One, cause you have to pee and two, you have a six foot something hot man standing behind you. “Do you want me to?” he interjects the jangling of your keys, 

“Yeah that would be great.” 

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[keesdarlin]

☆// mine, yours (MDNI 18+)

info! 141 / fluff, established relationship (sort of) + gender neutral reader

cw! implied past self hatred, negative self image, mental health recovery, healing vibes

prompt! "i wanna be mine, wanna be yours" Mine / Yours by Wilbur Soot

notes! god i'm Really trying to not make it a habit to use wilbur soot lyrics as prompts but it's hard when they're so good please forgive me. also just as a disclaimer, the whole "you have to love yourself before you can be loved by someone else" thing is bullshit. date who you want when you want. the only thing that matters is that you actually want to get there with yourself

PRICE:

honestly, john is the king of praise and reassurance. he sees how much you struggle sometimes, especially with your faith in your skills. as a solution, he finds ways to give you lots of praise for your hard work on the side. it’s hardly in front of other recruits or, god forbid, the rest of the 141 guys, but only because he doesn’t feel like getting accused of picking favorites (even though everyone already knows anyways). besides, that praise isn’t for everyone else. it’s for you. he never gives you pointers unprompted because he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s rushing you along. he tries his best to give you the room to take things at your own pace. always asks if he can give you an idea to maybe make things easier or if he should explain something in a different way. every once in a while you have a day where whatever you’re doing is just a little bit… more than usual. a little bit more difficult, taking a little bit more time, requiring a little bit more focus than you’re used to. john spends a little bit more time with you on those days, not to babysit you or coddle you, but just to make sure that you’re feeling alright about things. when you finally get it right, he can’t help but break out in a grin with a quiet, “good job, sergeant.”

GAZ:

gaz is huge on compliments. he’s always the first one to tell you how amazing you look every day. it’s easy to struggle with loving the way you look, he knows, so he does his best to try and mitigate that. don’t get him wrong; he’s not complimenting you out of obligation or pity. he compliments you because he believes it and he wants you to believe it too. will compliment anything from your makeup (if you wear any) to your outfit to your new shoes. he just thinks you’re the shit.

kyle also puts a lot of focus on acts of service. although you’re on a journey of self love and learning how to be healthily independent rather than hyper-independent, there’s a lot of skill to build in areas where it comes to when and if you should be leaning on other people. it’s hard, he knows, but he wants to help you practice! so he watches you, surprisingly in tune with your needs, and tries to meet you halfway. it’s not that he doesn’t think that you can do it yourself. in fact, he’s certain that you can. it’s more that this is his way of helping teach you that it’s alright to accept help. he doesn’t always ask first, but he’ll do a little something when he knows you’ve had a rough day. when he sees the exhaustion that hides in the way that you roll your neck, or the way that your shoulders hike up to your ears with anxiety, or the tired sigh that leaves your lips when you finally get a chance to sit down. and it’s not always something big. usually him doing your dishes “on accident” or because he had the extra time, or making a little extra dinner for you so that you don’t have to make your own, or bringing you a glass of water even though you didn’t ask for one. he knows he doesn’t have to, he knows that you’re capable of doing all this stuff yourself, but he wants you to know that you’re not going it alone. not as long as he’s there.

SOAP:

johnny uses a lot of patience and encouragement with you, mostly in moments of frustration, and sometimes a little instruction. an aspect of the self care journey that you find yourself struggling a lot with is remembering to be patient with yourself. you can sometimes find yourself going off the rails a little bit, but soap is here to help reel you back in. without sounding patronizing, he’ll remind you to take a step back from the situation for a second, take a breath, go for a walk, whatever you need to do to zone in, and then come back after.

one day you’re down at the shooting range when the frustration hits. normally, you’re a pretty good shot, but for some reason today you can’t hit near the middle of the target for the life of you. another shot missed and you sigh sharply, barely managing to stifle the groan and curses that threaten to escape you.

“you doing alright?” soap asks from somewhere behind you.

“fine, thanks,” you mutter through clenched teeth. you don’t bother to look back at him, closing one eye as you try to focus your aim.

soap hums. steps forward, sets a gentle hand on your shoulder. you take the hint and lower your gun, huffing as you turn to look at him. “alright. you’re doing pretty well so far, but let’s take a deep breath and try it all again, aye bonnie? i’ll help.”

you roll your eyes but inhale deep anyways. soap nods as he watches your shoulders fall with the exhale. “good job, lamb. now come ‘ere. ‘m gonna help you adjust to this gun.”

GHOST:

simon doesn’t tolerate negative self-talk. you guys talked about it once, how you want to be better about being kind to yourself. sure, sometimes that can mean taking a self care day or going out for a night with some friends or sitting down and taking some time to do something intentional. but those all have the potential to be pretty time consuming. something you can do every day, all the time no matter what you might be up to is saying something nice about yourself. it’s definitely weird the first few times; you didn’t realize before how much shit you talk about yourself every day, so the new hyper-awareness is a little bit anxiety-inducing. but once you adjust to the strangeness of it, it actually starts to feel kind of nice. every time you say something kind about yourself and find yourself meaning it, a spot of pride pulses warmly in your chest. it can still be difficult sometimes. some days, when things feel a little bit darker, a little bit heavier, you find yourself insulting your mistakes and talking down to yourself. but simon is right there with you to remind you. “you wanna try that again?” he asks nonchalantly when he hears you utter a quiet ‘oof, i’m dumb.’

you blush, but nod. “yeah, sorry. uhm… i’m not dumb, i’m just distracted and i’ll do better.”

he never gives a verbal response to your self-compliments, just a nod and, if you’re lucky, a little smile.

[ghostykapi]

I can’t decide as to who is the most posessive, Nayeon or Jihyo. Maybe Jihyo is the quiet type with plenty of subtle touches. Her marks are always placed where you can hide them with your clothes. She won’t say anything but she will pull you away from the other members when they get too touchy

Whereas Nayeon is the complete opposite. She loves making it difficult for the makeup team to cover up her marks all over your neck. She’s quite bold with her touches and she’s loud about the fact that you’re hers. Calling you hers, her wife, anything that will show others you’re hers. Fans sometimes think she’s not playing around when she stops joking around with the others when the members get too close.

But the two of them will give you a necklace with their initial. Subtle enough for anyone to not notice but obvious for those that get too close

nonnie ur brain!! loving these thoughts sm

jihyo who loves making you feel amazing and all marked up n pretty but in a 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 way. plus she doesn’t mind that no one can see it but the both of you. a lil treat just for her eyes only. plus it’s only you who enjoys worshipping in the relationship

“ji” you can feel her teeth biting down, the sun barely up “mmmph-the sun is barely up sweetness”

“don’t care” she’s just as half asleep as you, but the memories still fresh from last night. the touchy nature of sana and the flirty remarks of jeongyeon kind of getting into her head “need to feel you”

you don’t stop her, not even when her teeth find their way on your chest, gently but firmly biting down. one of the only places where her claims of you can be seen.

“nice tits baby” it takes her 10 minutes of biting and 20 minutes of kissing and kitten licks for her to stop “kinda wanna mark your thighs next”

“sweetness no” you protest, your breathing coming in short breaths “‘m wearing shorts later”

“then when we get back”

nayeon does indeed have no self control. someone’s flirting with you? a mark on your neck. someone hugged you for a bit too long? nayeon is already running towards you to take you away. it’s her members flirting and hugging you? lord someone pray she hasn’t gotten someone duck taped to the wall

“unnie” momo is already holding nayeon back “let y/n do her job”

nayeon can’t help it, the instant she sees dahyun and you that close for the sake of acting out this scene, the scene where both of you share intimate moment in the m/v, she kinda loses it

“don’t you dare hurt my girlfriend” tzuyu is also holding nayeon back “let them film or i’m tying you down to a pole”

“baby!” nayeon calls out and you turn towards her, amused to see the ruckus she’s doing. before she can say anything else however she’s dragged away from the set

“y/n unnie” dahyun is also looking over at the trio, watching as her girlfriend and momo drag nayeon away “you’d protect me right?”

“of course ‘hunnie. if you protect me from tzuyu as well”

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

requests are open?? umm,, yes please! i love your writing so much!!!

“...” “...” “do you want to kiss?” “yeah.” with jake, but jake’s the one asking as opposed to his usual just going for it.

Az, you are wonderful!! My inbox is always open for you <33 and everyone else!!

Prompt under the cut

Jake seresin x bestfriend!reader

word count: I have no idea probs around 1k??

warnings- nothing really, just tooth rotting fluff :)

Being with Jake was…normal. It was a natural to love him, to laugh or smile when he was around. He had that old school charm, whether he learnt it from his parents or just had it in him naturally. It never went unnoticed in a room full of people. It had never been awkward or silent with him, he always found a way to slither his way into a new conversation. It was natural being friends with Jake seresin, but sometimes you wished you were more.

You sat on the couch of your living room once dinner had been taken care of; Jake had asked his mother for the recipe of a favourite childhood meal of his.

You sat on the couch of your living room once dinner had been taken care of; Jake had asked his mother for the recipe of a favourite childhood meal of his.

He wasn’t the best at cooking but man could he cook a good meal when he was determined. It received many praises across the dinner table, the man was blushing, hard before he could even take his first bite.

All of you were a couple of glasses of wine in, slightly tipsy but not drunk enough to not be able to drive home. You sat next to Jake, calves extended to rest on his thighs, one his hands was warmly resting on top of it, motioning them up and down as you slowly doze off on the back of the couch.

“Looks like someone is asleep.” Rooster piped up from the foot of the sofa, reaching up to cover your exposed shoulders with the blanket that was hanging off of you.

Everyone slowly fell silent, quietly gathering themselves and their things; saying their goodbyes to Jake, who had managed to get to the door without waking you.

Once everyone had poured out of the house, Jake dimmed the lights of living room and the rest of the house. A thing you liked to do when you were trying to sleep or work, which usually ended with you dozing off on the couch. The blinding lights were not something you were the biggest fan of when you randomly wake up in the middle of the night.

Jake made his way towards you, carefully picking up a few glasses of wine that were left and a few bowls. Placing them in the kitchen sink before returning back to your sleeping figure.

He contemplated whether to wake you or take you straight to your room. The thought of you panicking over sleeping in your makeup and yesterday’s clothes the next morning is something he did not want to see.

So, as any good roommate would do, he snaked his arms under your legs and back and charged towards your bedroom. Carefully, making sure that he doesn’t slip on anything, he opened the door to your room across the hall. Your arms unconsciously hooked to his neck, tucking yourself in his chest just as he is about to lower you into your bed. One knee on the mattress while the other is

He moved back just a little to give you some space, but your hands stay anchored to his neck. Lowering him into you as you try to get comfortable without realising the hold you have on him.

He fully loses his balance with one tug of your hands, collapsing on top of you with a grunt, causing you to wake up with a groan.

“Ughh, what the-“

“Sorry-shit, sorry, I was trying to get you into bed but you just…didn’t let go.” He repeated getting off the thick mattress only to fall back clumsily on his ass.

You laughed, a little too loud than you’d meant to. He shoots you a glare and you clamp your lips together only to let out a fit of giggles as he tries getting up.

“Don’t…laugh at me, y/n/n,” you wear a shit eating grin while he fumes, failing to hide the smile behind the faux anger.

“You wanna laugh? Oh yeah I’ll show you how to laugh.”

In a brink he is climbing the bed, crawling towards you as his hands dash towards your sides. Holding onto them as his fingers work their way up and down them. You struggle to pry him away, laughing while spewing out pleas, thrashing around in his arms.

“No, Jake! No, stop!” Your breaths are getting heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly when he finally stops, holding your hands above your head to try and stop you from ripping his precious hair out that you had tried to pull in order to get him off.

He looks in your eyes, really looks. In a way no one has done before, you wonder whether the gold and emeralds specks were there when you met him for the first time. Or was it the lights? Why does he look so beautiful? The soft light of your room shines brightly off the mop of golden locks, creating a halo on his head.

There a moment of breathlessness between you, chest heaving as two breaths become one. You can smell the wine on his, while your is a little fruity, probably from the mango juice you had earlier.

You’re not sure if you are imagining it or not, but you can swear confidently on your left kidney that you saw his eyes shift to your lips, just an inch. Your eyes follow his lips, pretty pink and chapped.

“…”

“…”

You see them shift again, this time, it’s not tentative or carefully done. He stares at your lips for a moment longer than he should have. Hoping you would get the hint. But you don’t, instead, you are busy admiring the way he looks from this view, the warm light bouncing off him as his eyes shine. Beads of sweat making him glow.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question snaps you out of your daydream. Eyes widening at the carefully put question, you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You hope that he wouldn’t take it as a rejection, so you nod. Shaking your head up and down to indicate that he could.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” He commands gently, pushing a hair out of your face. His touch is hot, burning. Marking you in its wake.

You try again, closing your eyes to take a breath before muttering;

“Yes please.”

His lips latch onto yours like an anchor to the deep sea. Drowning in them, gently weaving it’s way through them before you are gasping for breaths, opening your mouth to let some air through and before you know it his tongue has swiped a taste of your sweet mouth, moaning at the taste.

He breaks away from you, a string of spit still keeping the two of you connected as his mouth is only centimetres away from yours, noses touching. Your hands somehow have found their way into his hair, as one drops down to his face; you realise he is shaking, holding his entire weight on his hands as he stays on top of you. His skin hot, flaming in a cherry red that has coloured both of your ears red.

“Wanna do it again?”

“Yes, please”

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@secretarykang you know I love makeup so yeah here's a lengthy post for my fave girl based on your ask

tw: sexual assault

maya sakamaki: makeup headcanons

makeup is actually something maya has been aware of since she was brought to the brothel (childhood days 😭😭😭)

there has never been a day where she saw the women put on tons of white powder or makeup on their face and paint their lips bright red bcos men like it when you leave stain on them

maya has touched them once but due to her fear of becoming a main target of the customers, she decided she has to be somewhat ordinary so these men won't call for her (imagine old bastards wanting to rape a child dafuq)

the only time she used makeup again is whenever gilbert would take her to parties in the human world and disguise her as his "daughter"

other than that, maya mostly kept herself bare since she had a hard time finding makeup products that suit her dry skin (like her skin's as dry as the sahara desert)

she just got lucky with kanato in terms of the makeup department bcos fun fact: kanato knows a whole sht of makeup, even bought products that suit her face and skin tone

maya's color palette is basically more on the cherry pink side of things? she's basically a winter cool type of girl so colors on the cooler scale of the spectrum works for her

tbh she leans more on the Japanese side of makeup, meaning more emphasis on the eyes rather than the lips along with cool toned palettes

for base makeup, she opts for light ones like a tinted moisturizer since she doesn't have to worry abt them being thick or something. however, she doesn't wear them at school bcos she's afraid the teachers will notice and have it removed from her (some schools in Japan forbid female students from wearing excessive makeup tho but I think Ryoutei is a different case)

ofc maya's eye makeup is on point since Japanese makeup is all about the eyes so she always has her eyebrow along with her subtle eyeliner and mascara (yes they are all waterproof bcos Japan nailed their products like that)

the same thing applies for her blush bcos apparently the drunk blush technique is famous in Japan way waaaaaaaay back so she puts a bit of her liquid blush on the apples of her cheek and spread them evenly (kinda like baby doll cheeks vibes)

for her lips, she uses 3 to 4 products, depending on the occasion cause maya's lips are so pale so she had to paint a bit of color in them (ya know so no one would think she's a vampire lol)

at school, she only uses her favorite Benetint and tops it with her cherry lip oil. sometimes she would wear her Opera Lip Tint no 12 especially when her lips are so dry but if she needed something vibrant, especially during her dates with kanato or when they attend a party, that's when she whips out her pinkish red glossy tint.

she actually doesn't wear any powdery products on her face since they have this tendency to create kinda like a clumping texture on her skin so when she's not wearing any base makeup, she would just go for a handy moisturizer (I wanna say sunscreen then I remembered she has night classes)

but overall maya dons a natural pink makeup that hides her true self as the vampire doll, unassuming yet dangerous to those who dare touch her without permission

[petri808]

25 for inukag 😉, but it's okay if you don't wanna do it. This is a purely random suggestion from me haha

“Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.” Here’s a silly short Inukag ficlet :)

Inuyasha peers around the corner of the bookshelf, checking to see if anyone is paying attention to him. When he sees no one is, he strolls over to a certain section of the shoujo mangas acting all nonchalant, taking his time as if not there for anything in particular. He scans the titles gingerly, and when another shopper turns their back, he makes a move, quickly reaching out without looking at the one he wants. But instead of the hard spine of a book, his hand hits something warm. Eh? His head immediately turns to look and there standing next to him is a young woman around his age, also with her hand on the last volume.

Instantly, he retracts his hand and ears turn back. “Sorry, I um… it’s not for me, it’s for a friend who um loves this series… f-for her birthday.”

“Oh,” the woman responds as she finishes pulling the book from the shelf. She takes a look at it, then hands it to him. “Here, I can wait for them to restock.”

Inuyasha’s head tips slightly in confusion. “Are you sure?” Isn’t this woman going to say anything else or tease?

“Yeah,” she smiles again. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Figuring he should just accept it. “T-thanks,” he mumbles, then rushes to the cashier, leaving behind the bewildered woman.

As soon as he gets out of the store, Inuyasha rushes away with the bag clutched to his chest. Oh, why the hell did he have to get involved with this stupid story! It’s all Miroku’s fault for making him read it! Okay, it was Miroku’s fault at first, but now all he has is himself to blame. But it’s a good story! He’s always thought these shoujo stories are sappy romance crap for women, but who knew they could be interesting. Like take this one. It’s about a princess, yes, but she’s no shrinking violet. When her father is killed, she runs away along with her bodyguard and they set out in search of help to take back the kingdom. There’s dragons and battles, adventures and more battles! Sure, there’s a love story woven in, but the fighting is badass! So, every two months or so when a new volume is released, Inuyasha battles the shoujo manga aisles to grab a copy, always making sure not to get caught by anyone— until now.

And it’s just his luck, that when he arrives at the bookstore two months later for the new volume, guess who he spies in the aisle? It’s her! This becomes the new routine for the next several months! Why all of a sudden is he running into her? Sometimes she gets there before him and he has to wait, and sometimes he gets there first only to see her walking in as he’s leaving. Of course, he pretends not to see her, but he’s sure, based on the funny looks she’s shot his way that he’s been busted. Kami must be playing a prank on him for sure. He’s thought about going to another bookstore, but the closest is two more stops away on the train and not worth the additional 20 minutes.

Truthfully, that’s all a lie. It’s not about the time, but it’s because Inuyasha’s become intrigued with the woman. The times she beats him to the aisle, he hides around the corner and watches. Sometimes she’s with a friend or chatting on the phone and he can hear some of the conversations. That’s how he’s learned her name is Kagome or that she’s from the nearby Higurashi shrine, and that she also goes to the local university. She’s got this pretty jet black hair that has a bit of wave to it instead of completely straight, and brown, almond-shaped eyes. Fair white skin with rarely any blemishes despite not wearing makeup on a toned figure. A beauty like is her is probably taken if that mousy brown-haired nerd that’s sometimes around her is any indication. Inuyasha’s never seen anything to suggest they’re in a relationship, well, in her eyes they’re not based on the distance she keeps from him, but he’s definitely hopeful.

It’s a new year as January has brought along a wintery white blanket over Tokyo. They rarely get so much snow in the city, but today is an exception. As a hanyo, Inuyasha luckily doesn’t get cold as quickly as humans so he thought it would be fine to just head out in a coat. Run out, grab the new volume and get back home. To bad for him, he didn’t expect that she would brave this weather too. He manages to slip in and out with his purchase before she sees him, then heads to the bus stop.

He looks at his watch. “Damn, it is cold,” Inuyasha mumbles as he pulls the coat closer around his neck. Where is the bus? Is it late because of the snow? Ugh, they really should put a covered bus stop here for times like this! If anymore snow coats his long white hair it’s going to become a mess when it starts to defrost. Suddenly, a shadow falls over Inuyasha and a voice that prickles the hair on his nape.

“Oh, hello again!” Kagome greets while holding her umbrella over their heads. “Stopped in for the new release?”

“Tch, no! I told you, that was just once for a gift!” Inuyasha retorts. “Why would I buy a girly manga?”

“Because you buy one every two months,” she quips back with a teasing tone.

“I said it’s not for me, it’s for a friend.” Inuyasha states plainly trying not to let her rile him up.

“Mmhmm,” Kagome hums. “The same friend or do you have different friends each month with a birthday?”

“Tch!” he’s totally busted! “Fine! Okay, so I like this story.” Inuyasha crosses his arms and turns away. “Is it so bad for a guy to like this stuff sometimes?”

“Nope,” she replies. “I think it’s cute.”

The chill around Inuyasha has quickly grown warm as blood floods his cheeks.

“By the way,” she continues, “my name is Kagome. What’s yours?”

“Inuyasha,” he mumbles. “And I know. You’re with the Higurashi shrine.”

Kagome pokes him. “Eh, are you stalking me?”

“Stalking you! You must be stalking me by the way we always meet here!”

She shrugs, “maybe a little.”

Inuyasha gasps and steps out from under the umbrella ready to run if necessary. “What??”

“I’m kidding!” Kagome laughs and pulls his arm to drag him back. “Relax and get back under here idiot. The snows getting heavier, so, let’s start over, hmm? We at least have the manga in common, so how about we go wait in that cafe,” she points as she talks, “and grab something warm to drink since the bus is so late.”

Inuyasha considers it… something warm to drink does sound nice… “yeah, sure.” He responds and takes the umbrella from her to hold. Hell if he’s not gonna be a gentleman even if his grumpy tone says otherwise. “I’ll treat since you’re sharing your umbrella with me.”

Kagome smiles and weaves her arm through the crook of his to stay close underneath as they walk. “I’ll be the princess and you can be my bodyguard.”

That makes Inuyasha snort a laugh. “And what kingdom are we taking back?”

“Mm,” she taps her chin, “How about just going on a new adventure?”

[alisonfelixwrites]

hi i just wanted to say that i just read lucky penny on wattpad and i'm... trying to figure out how to say this. i'm not well. i'm kind of. fuck. words. struggle. ugh. i'm in a really dark spot in my life. and i stumbled across lucky penny, not knowing what to expect, it's the first thing i've ever read by you. and i just needed to tell you how much it means to me. the amount of times i couldn't fight off the cheek splitting grins, blushes, and giggles that story caused me to have is insane. the most from anything i've ever read. and in a time in my life where i don't wear a drop of makeup anymore because i know that most of my days i'll end up crying it off, smiling and laughing is... not common. i was overwhelmed with so much giddiness when reading it. tiny squeals and hiding under my blanket when overcome with all the joy i felt. and it's such a foreign feeling right now. i know people say things like that a lot - 'giggling and kicking my feet', 'screaming', etc. etc. and its probably lost its impact to think you've made people feel that way... but for me, it's so unusual. it's like a drug to me right now, that kind of joy. and i've never felt it as strongly.

i also didn't expect to find that the relationship penny was in is just like a previous one of mine, and the way you wrote it... only someone who's been through it could write it like you did. and so for that, you have my heartfelt empathy. it's so hard to describe that relationship, and sometimes it still is... to somehow put it into words. it's always seemed intangible when explaining it. but you put words to it. the way you've shown it through different points of view is beautiful and a real talent.

the story is lovely. and there's so much fun with it. the friendship dynamic added such a lovely layer to the story, and was so refreshing to have that comradery so present in the storyline. it makes me yearn for something similar. the sexual exploration. the dialogue. the silly goofy. the playfulness. all of it was just really beautiful and i can't remember the last time i've felt my heart beat out of my chest like that. i can't wait to re-read it again.

i just wanted to say thank you. i saw your notes on it as i continued to read and realized that you' wrote 'd written it during a tough period in your life. so it was an escape for you. it was therapeutic. and that's exactly what it is to me.

hi :'(((((( this HAS TO BE one of the sweetest messages i ever received omfg i don't even know what to say. i'm so glad i could make you smile for a little bit and that lucky penny was sooo positive for you! i actually wrote it in a very similar point in my life, when I was very sick and bedbound. i wrote 70 chapters in like 6 weeks lol, I was just writing non stop and they meant so much to me and did so much for me. it's crazy to me how they can do so much for others too. ngl I was thinking of lucky penny lately and reread some of it and sooo many things made me cringe and i seriously considered reworking it/ rewriting it to fit my current writing style more - but the story is so charming even with the mistakes i made when writing it. i wrote it so quickly and it all came so naturally that i didn't think twice of the stuff i wrote, so it feel so pure to me :)) i'm so sorry you went through such a horrifying relationship and lost so much of yourself in it. i promise it gets sooooo much better!!!!!! thank you for this, i wanna give you the biggest hug, literally omg you made me tear up MWAHHHH <3333

[allovertheplace-writing]

Persona 5

Character(s): Ann

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Description: Getting ready for Halloween with your best friend can sometimes take an unexpected turn

Warning(s): WLW & NBLW, Reader is Female and Non-Binary(Pronouns are Not Mentioned Though), Reader Wears Makeup, 2k Words

I'm so happy I finished this writing dkfnsk I love it sm and now I can finally share it! Very much am gay for Ann, I literally have to romance her every playthrough no matter what-

This is made for Lumii's collab event on @leblancc btw!

The air became crisp the later it got, settling upon your nose in a ticklish way - daring you to sneeze ungraciously. Yet the sensation always managed to leave right as you nestled your face into your elbow.

"I can close the window?" Ann's shoulders shook as she contained a laugh, her voice dancing in a playful tone. She tugged her tights over her knees while she awaited your response, her soft hair falling over her shoulder when she leaned forward. "I'd appreciate that." You moved your eyes to the candles she lit earlier as she stood, allowing her privacy while she shimmied the opaque fabric to her waist. "Thanks, Ann." A hum lifted from her throat when she passed by, only responding once she had her hands on the rail, "Of course-" A grunt slipped past her lips as she pushed the window to a close, "I don't wanna have to bring you snacks when you get sick." A laugh bubbled from your throat, "Last I checked, you were the one to get sick~" Giggling into a light scoff, she latches the lock and spins to gaze at you, "That's because I gave you my umbrella!" You couldn't help but bite your lip in an attempt to hide your amusement. Her eyes seemed to shine as she watched you fidget with the strained giggles, a soft sigh leaving her when her back hit the casing of the window. It was a few moments before you noticed that her eyes were on you and, as you caught your breath, it was almost like she hadn't been looking at you at all - pushing off the window to move to her drawers.

"So, are we going full on face paint or heavy makeup?" Pursing your lips, you give yourself a second to think about it. "Um...probably just heavy makeup? Just with glitter on the eyes and stuff." Her nose scrunched, "You remembered the glitter?" You leaned back in her black chair, lifting a hand to your collarbone, "Why, of course!" You earned a few scoffed chuckles with your extravagance. Ann pulled a few boxes from the plastic dresser, one large, one medium, and one small. "The tiny container has all my lashes. I have traditional glue on ones and ones that are magnetic with eyeliner!" You observed as she approached her standing mirror, coming to a stand beside you before lowering herself to the floor. When she was done she shifted the boxes in her arms and brought them to floor between your chair and the mirror. "Could you help me with my makeup?"

"Yeah! I'll do mine real quick and then I'll help with yours." Ann beamed, popping open the lid on the large box. It was filled with a plethora of eyeshadow pallets, blush pans, and eyeliner. Each of them varied in color, from vibrant to more natural shades. You couldn't help but notice she lacked foundation. "My skin breaks out when I use foundation so I stopped buying it a while ago." She opened the medium box next whilst explaining, pulling concealer from a section of lip gloss and lipsticks. There was barely anything else in it, just two sticks of mascara and two eyelash curlers. "You can do whatever you know how to, by the way." She titled her head, showing her smile before gesturing to her containers, "Reach in and grab whatever!"

You went for the unused mascara and curler once Ann grabbed everything she needed. The cold surfaces sent a jolt through your fingers when you touched them, but you paid it no mind. It was October, everything was freezing - poor makeup. Glancing at your friend, you couldn't help but watch as she dotted concealer beneath her eyes. She brought a finger to one side, swiping and spreading the liquid over what little circles she had before doing the same on the other side. It evened out her skin tone, hiding the little imperfection for anyone who looked for it. Though you wouldn't call anything about Ann imperfect, she was just...amazing. And she thought you were too, so hey.

You contemplated the curler before grabbing one of Ann's handheld mirrors. Finally, you raised the metal contraption to your lashes, carefully positioning them between the clamps. With a gentle pinch, you hold the cool metal in place for a few seconds, taking the tube of mascara in your free hand. You placed it between your knees and twisted the cap until it came off. A few moments later, you released your lashes from the curler and brought the mascara wand to them, coating them in black. You repeated your actions on the other eye while Ann applied pink eyeshadow. It was a vibrant shimmer, leaning more towards red than actual pink. Her hand was shaky when she applied pressure, though it didn't hinder her movements. With a shift you set the mirror on your lap, handing off the mascara and curler to her when she finished. "Oops, I'm kinda in the way of the boxes, aren't I?" Her laugh was soft, breathy, and her fingers were warm against your skin when she took the makeup from your hands. "A little, but that's okay."

It was a few more minutes until Ann finished up, the glitter giving her far more grief than intended, but she had turned on some music to fill the air. Her playlist was always lovely to listen to, going from pop to rnb - she even had some alternative tracks here and there. It was hard to get tired of it when there was so much variety, she updated it often too. "Annnd...done!" Her voice almost sung the words, cheery and angelically pitched. She scooted back a little, pulling the boxes with her, "Do you wanna do lashes?" Humming, you cross your ankles, "Can we do magnetic ones?" Clapping her hands together, she beams, "Yeah! It's so nice 'cause we can get eyeliner done too." She rummaged through her lash bin, finding ones that were magnetic and not too heavy. A small 'woo' left her once she found the eyeliner that came with the lashes, raising it in victory wave before shuffling between your legs on her knees. She uncapped the eyeliner and leaned up to reach your face, "Try to stay still, okay?" You unhooked your ankles to allow her closer, humming once again. Her right hand was slow to rest on your cheekbone, her left coming to hold your jaw with a firm grip. The ink was cool against your lid, but it glided across as if your skin was glass. That was no doubt because of Ann knowing what she was doing, having done her own makeup on shoots, though it was no less impressive. She ended it in a small wing and filled it in slightly before moving onto your other eye. "You're doing great for someone who doesn't do makeup." It was a little tease, the lift in her tone obvious. "I've tried it out a little, dummy." She hummed, "Mhm, mhm- maybe we should practice more so you can try out some looks." The lashes were a bit of a pain, tickling your skin and stabbing your eyelid ever so slightly, but once she was done, they were perfect.

Soon there after, she gave glitter another go, tapping glue on your dolled up lid and carefully placing the sparkly chunks onto it before it dried. And even though she was rushing, she only got one speck on your lashes. "No. More. Glitter." Giggling, you nod and match her tone, "Never again." She gave a laugh as she tucked the glitter and glue away, "So! You want gloss or classic lipstick?" She was going to apply lipstick? "You know I can do that myself, right?" There was a little hum she sang behind her lips before she properly replied, "Yeah, I just want to - it's not often I get to do your makeup, you grouch." She threw you a wink while she dug out a few glosses and lipsticks. "Pfft, I'll take gloss, thanks." You watched as she placed the lipsticks back, her fingers shifting to fit each one into the little cubby. Surprisingly, she had way more glosses - though she does sport a pink one normally so maybe it wasn't that shocking. There were some shimmer and matte glosses, but she also had a few glitter ones. "Yes! I still have it!" Your eyes found hers at her exclamation. "I was looking for one that matched the glitter on your eyes and thankfully~ I kept it even though I didn't like it..!" Her hands clapped together as an ad began playing, "This is gonna look perfect, (Y/n)!"

She came close again, nestling herself against your thighs. "I don't doubt that when you're the one doing it." You couldn't help but laugh when she slapped your arm, loving the way her eyes softened. "Pshh, come here-" Her hand was warm as it came to rest on your jaw. She tucked her bottom between her teeth when she placed the applicator against your lips, focusing harder than she needed to. There was a slight twitch of your lips, the start of a smile, when she slipped. Red had painted your chin, the gloss feeling a little gooey now that it was off your lips, but all you could focus on was her huffs of feigned annoyance. "Why are your clothes so slippery!" A gasp jumped from your throat when she pinched the skin on your cheek, flinching despite your hearty laugh. "I thought we agreed to wear non-slip clothing." You rose your brow, "When?" There were a few moments of silence before she tore her gaze to the side. "...it was a silent agreement." The curl of her lips was more than just endearing to you, even as you both laughed all that came to mind was her little quirks and mannerisms and how cute they were. How she'd grip her jacket when she tried to hide her laugh and how she always bounced at the mention of yummy sweets...she was authentically herself even when things got tough too.

You leaned forward slightly, halting when her eyes met your own. Her eyes flicked down quickly when you began talking. "I'll remember to give you mercy next time." Your chest felt tight as you breathed, "Slippery clothing shall be gone!" A smile danced upon your lips and soon one came to rest on hers. "As it should be!" She squinted at you before softly laughing. "...Ann?" Her eyes flicked down again, but they still met your own. Somehow, that made it harder to breathe. "...yeah?" She spoke delicately, her voice almost too quiet to hear over the music. "Can I..." You pressed your lips together before pinching your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing away. She leaned forward a little. You didn't know if she meant to or not. "Can I kiss you?" Her response was immediate. "Yeah.." It didn't take much to connect your lips, but it hadn't lasted long. "Your hands are freezing!" Ann had pulled back like she was dunked with a bucket of water when your hands cupped her cheeks. "Annn.." A whine left you as you pouted just slightly. "Seriously, how can someone be this cold?" She took your hands in hers and raised them to her face. Her lips pressed to your hands before she could think better of it. "Oh, I forgot I was wearing- wait, I wasn't wearing lip gloss.." It was difficult to burying your laughter. "It's mine, Ann." Her face was graced by a soft red, looking a little pink with her complexion. "Ah." She let her body slink to the ground and her head came to rest on your thigh. "I love you.." You said it softly. "I wove you toh." A laugh jumped from your chest, her voice having been muffled. She laughed too, lifting her head to peer up at you.

Despite the mishaps, you knew Halloween was going to be great. Especially with Ann's hand in your own.

[dandelionapril]

heyyy babydoll! i was just wondering how i could start dressing and doing my makeup in your aesthetic? i’ve always loved that style so much and you’re literally my dream! 💕💕

angellll!!! ☁️💕☁️

hmmm, this is such a good question. lemme see if i can wrap my head around my own style and aesthetic

i feel like my approach to style, to it’s essence, is taking oftentimes vintage silhouettes and upping the kitsch factor and making it girly and absurdly hyper feminine. i’m very drawn to the 60s and 70s. i love the big hair, the lots of liner with stacked lashes look, and babydoll dresses of the 60s. and i love the early 70s bc they took that look and made it slinkier and sexier and sleazier and dirtier. i love the female leads of giallo films and grindhouse films. i also love 90s and 00s fashion. like the 90s does the 60s is quite possibly my ultimate favorite. bc they took vintage silhouettes and made them brighter and more kitsch. like that’s the dream to me. think lady miss kier or the looks from the movie jawbreaker! i believe style and fashion should be fun. and i do treat it like a game of dress up. and i love pop culture and just exaggerating fashion. as i said, i looove over the top absurdly hyper feminine looks!

so what i look for when shopping? um does it come in pink? lol! but i do love pastels and candy colored garments. i like ruffles and frilly details. things that lean super girlish. and i pay attention to silhouette. bc i like to play around in different decades and i think that’s important. i’ll occasionally look for something a little moodier and darker bc sometimes i feel a little moodier and darker. but i’m a libra rising through and through and if i’m not a valley of the dolls wannabe? i wanna look like your best friend’s cool older fashion forward sister. ya know?

as a fat girl. i’ve had to rely heavily on makeup, hair, and accessories. so i love wearing ribbons bc they’re easy and sweet and make quite a statement. i love hair barrettes! like anything rhinestoned! fun shapes like hearts and butterflies! so cute! i also like to lean into my own culture. as a latina, i love a gold nameplate necklace and wearing hoops. as for makeup, i love sparkly and pastel eyeshadow and lashes and blush and gloss! i don’t feel quite me without it! and i love using vintage makeup looks as inspiration and modernizing them in a kitschy way. and for hair, im like full 60s/70s or like bridget marquardt from the girls next door. there is no in between lol. just kidding there is. i do branch out into other decades. but that is my wheel house tbh.

umm where do i shop? i like to thrift (head to your lingerie sleepwear section right NOW bc that’s where the cutest things hide i swear), i know they kinda suck but dollskill has really been a place that i’ve found some of my most favorite pieces. i still do forever 21 and torrid (for pants and shoes), unique vintage is great, shopcider, the wild fable line from target. i’ve lucked out with some things at fashion nova. like i said not the most ideal places to support, but some of the few options i’ve had as a fat person. but u can shop anywhere. just remember vintage silhouettes, flirty colors, girly details, and kitsch! that’s me lol

this is all over the place. i may make a youtube video in the future discussing more in depth about my style inspirations and how i shop and stuff bc this is a lot to unpack. but i hope this can serve as some type of guide into not only my own style but how you can go about curating your own. i genuinely just borrow from things i like and find cute and then try to make it my own. how can this fit into my current style? i don’t do too many basics anymore. like i think that’s the smart thing to do. like build a closet full of versatile garments. but it’s not true to me. i like statement pieces. i like being over the top. i’m there’s no such thing as being overdressed in my world lol.

good luck angel, i hope this all made sense! and if u have any more questions or want me to elaborate more, just lemme know! ☁️💕🍒🎀⛓☁️

[yellowdaisy2023]

CW dysphoria

hey y'all, little more serious than what I tend to post and not related to any fandoms. but, this last week I've been incredibly dysphoric and I wanted to share some things that helped me in hopes that it might help someone out there as well.

*important note: I'm an AFAB nonbinary person who tends to present more feminine/androgynous. for me, my dysphoria this week was because I wasn't masculine enough and it made me feel bad mentally. I am also curvy with a small waist and pretty wide hips. it's also important to know that I'm still in the closet to my parents so the things I do have to be subtle enough (no fake facial hair or anything like that) because I'm not out yet

binding. I bind with a tight sports bra. I did this three days in a row but it started hurting and effecting my breathing so I had to stop. when I stopped, I used a looser sports bra because it still compresses my chest but not quite so much and it's not as right around my ribs.

shirts. I tend to shop in the men's section for shirts regardless, but I did buy two men's shirts this week because 1. the design helps (I read somewhere that chest designs can help hide your chest so I used that when I couldn't bind) and 2. they fit me better because I get a size up and the chest is a bit baggy. I also recommend layering and thick shirts. they can help hide your chest as well and they really helped me.

pants. like I said, I'm pretty curvy, so when I wore jeans I avoided my curvey jeans that really hug my hips and accentuate that wave. my jeans were tight, especially around the hips just because that's what happens when I wear jeans, but it came pretty much straight down from the thighs instead of hugging the outside of my knee and my calf. I also wore sweat pants that are super comfy and baggy enough that I don't feel like my feminine figure is being as shown off.

makeup. I wear makeup every day because I feel more confident with it (I'm blonde so my eyebrows and eyelashes are very light so I prefer them to be visible). I bought brown mascara and it actually helped A LOT. I love it so much. it's not as bold and obvious as the black mascara I tend to wear but it still made my eyelashes obvious and longer.

jewelry. I wear rings and necklaces every day. the only thing I changed about my jewelry was my necklace and one ring. the necklace I tend to wear is gold and on a chain but instead, this week I wore a necklace with a cord instead of a chain. as for my rings, they're all relatively androgenous and didn't bother me except for one I wear on my ring finger that was kind of dainty and silver that I swapped out for a thicker silver one (from the men's section of the store lol) that I wore on my pointer finger.

bonus, my friends. I'm out to some of my friends but didn't really talk about what I was going through except with one. she really helped, gave me great suggestions (shout out to them❤️) and when they saw me the next day they called me "pretty boy" which made me very happy. I really recommend talking to anyone you can if you feel this way, sometimes friends can give you everything you need.

I really hope this helps anyone. pls feel free to add to this if you have an experience with something else helping tlor just wanna share. if you have any questions, comments, or just wanna talk feel free to dm me I'd love to talk. thank you for letting me share this 💛💛

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

3, 11, 12, 16, 28, 51 for buffy/anya!!!!!

Hi, thank you so much for asking about them I love them so much!!! Buffy/Anya are simply so :)))

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

I think yes, definitely! Though Anya borrows more things than Buffy does. Anya really struggles with feeling like she belongs anywhere and she tends to cling to labels and things that give her a sense of belonging (she works in the Magic Box, she's someone's girlfriend, she's an American, etc). Borrowing something of Buffy's is an outward symbol that Anya probably feels shows the rest of the world that she belongs to someone. She's obsessed with this concept. And we learned from Buffy wearing Angel's jacket that she likes wearing her partner's clothes as well :) In 5x13 Blood Ties when Buffy opens her birthday presents Anya says something about how much she loves it and wishes it were hers. I'm sure at some point Buffy gets a new article of clothing, shows it to Anya who says something similar, and Buffy says she's welcome to borrow it. Two girlfriends = twice the wardrobe, and they'd both take advantage of this. They have differing styles though I think Anya would wear Anything That's Buffy’s, Pretty, And Looks Good On Her whereas Buffy probably borrows less from Anya's wardrobe since she has very specific opinions about fashion and values the way others perceive her and a big part of the image she wants to portray is shown through her clothing. But Anya simply gets So Delighted when Buffy wants to wear something of hers so Buffy starts doing it more and more because she loves making Anya happy :) Also they would be That Couple who wear matching Christmas pajamas. It would happen.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

I think they both do. Buffy moreso than Anya. Buffy is the queen of repression and not admitting how she feels. I think Anya would be able to tell. Whether or not she's able to get Buffy to open up depends on whatever is upsetting her, but she can tell. Anya may be bad at social cues but she is hyperaware of how other people respond to her. Even if she doesn't understand what she's said "wrong" she can tell when the other Scoobies are making fun of her. So I think she'd be hyperaware of a shift in Buffy's mood. And over time she learns Buffy's tells for when she's upset. Anya only tries to hide her emotions if she's upset at Buffy or if it's something she really doesn't wanna talk about. Except even when Anya says it's something she doesn't wanna talk about, she always seems to drop gigantic hints for what it is and not move on from the subject. So it's really easy for Buffy to tell when she's upset. I think this is part of what makes them such a good pairing. Anya can give Buffy space if she needs to but she will repeatedly bring it back up in the future until Buffy talks about whatever is upsetting her. This pisses Buffy off sometimes but at least they're actually talking things out. I think a piece of why Buffy and Riley failed is because Riley was unhappy in the relationship and kept that mostly to himself. And Buffy was dealing with so much at the time that she just assumed Riley was fine because he wasn't saying otherwise, and was always racing off to deal with things that were Obviously Not Fine. It was Riley's job to express the way he was feeling to Buffy, and I think Buffy could really thrive with a partner who does just that. This is basic healthy communication, but there's not much of that among the characters in this show haha

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

Not many, but sometimes. I think a lot of their arguments stop before they really get going because Anya says what they're actually arguing about rather than them arguing around things. Sometimes this backfires because she's so blunt it hurts Buffy's feelings. They definitely have makeup sex to smooth things over midway through actually talking it out (or angry sex before they've even started resolving the issue), and then they have the important conversation afterwards. It's a really effective system for them.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Yeah :) Honestly I think they do this a lot. Anya probably accompanies Buffy on patrol and they talk a lot between slayings. Buffy is a night owl and while I could see Anya naturally being a morning person, she likes to be awake when her person is awake (and to cuddle with Buffy when she's sleeping) so I think she tries to adjust. She only tries to sleep without Buffy a couple of times when she's opening the Magic Box the next day, but it doesn't work and she's still awake when Buffy gets home. She's so tired at work (and won't stop complaining about how this is impacting her ability to do her job well and how her current schedule is ruining her ability to have morning sex with her girlfriend) that Giles gets so tired of hearing this and eventually lets her switch to a later shift so she can stay up and then sleep in with Buffy.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

I think they mostly stick to the basics like 'baby' and 'babe.' At least, at first. Then Anya decides she wants a more special nickname just for her but when Buffy insists on letting one happen naturally, Anya starts creating ones for herself that only get more and more absurd. Sex poodle is, of course, on the list. One time Anya starts calling herself a 'bad girl' because she wants to try spanking. Buffy is So Not Into This, or so she says... ;) Anya learns from watching TV that many pet names are food-adjacent (sweetie, honeybun, cutie pie) and Buffy Loves Food she’s always hungry!!! So Anya starts trying with food nicknames but she doesn't get The Vibe and therefore starts calling herself whatever Buffy's eating currently. Pizza. Ravioli. Cheese. Eggplant. Buffy joins in thinking it'll help Anya realize how ridiculous this sounds but her plan backfires and instead Anya Loves It and now Buffy has a girlfriend who expects to be called 'peach' and 'peanut' and 'jellybean.' Help. (The search for a nickname that makes Anya happy and Buffy doesn't feel ridiculous using is still ongoing.)

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Answered here :)

[bubbledumbbinch]

I really like your smut writing! So can I please request some spicy headcanons for Floyd, Epel, Riddle and Idia with a fem s!o who surprises them by sending a nudes? How would they react? Thank you^^

Aaa thank you so much!!! I’m p new to this writing/requests thing so I’m really glad you like it! :’)

Warnings: light degradation on Riddle’s part

A/N: this piece of writing is purely 18+. Minors do not interact

NSFW below the cut

Floyd Leech x Fem!Reader

You and Floyd are practically inseparable. You spend so much time together that you feel so sad and empty when he’s gone doing something else!

So when Floyd has work at the lounge or basketball practice, who can blame you when you say you felt a bit lonely? You decide to send your lovely eel boyfriend some photos back in your bedroom while you’re alone.

The body parts you decide to send photos of are your breasts and ass, specifically the parts Floyd loves to squeeze! Well, he loves to squeeze all of you, but he favors those because you make some really cute noises when he does it!

Floyd would take one look at his cell phone, immediately drop everything he’s doing and come find you. If he was working at the lounge then he would drop his tray. If he were at basketball practice he would just straight up leave. His stuff would still be there LOL.

He would definitely be rough with you (as if he isn’t normally) and remove any clothing you had on, if you still had any on, and fuck you multiple times for sending those photos to him while he was away! Don’t you know how much he missed you already?

Floyd pays special attention to use his hands to squeeze your breasts, nipples, or ass with his fingers while he’s ramming his cock deep in your cunt, his head kissing your cervix with each thrust.

It hadn’t even been 3 minutes after you clicked ‘send’ on those photos for Floyd. He didn’t even respond to you, which had you feeling a bit sad. Usually he replied within the minute! You covered your naked form up loosely with the white sheet, which accentuated your body shape even while draped with it.

“Shrimpyyy~” an eerily sweet voice called out in the hallways leading up to your room, leaving you with goosebumps. Suddenly your door burst open and Floyd was standing there, obvious tent in his pants.

“Hi Floyd…” you called out to him. Floyd’s eyes widened and his smile grew large. “You look like a siren Shrimpy…. you’re making me wanna squeeeeze you~” The eel merman closed the distance between you and ripped the sheet off your body, exposing you completely.

Epel Felmier x Fem!Reader

Epel would probably be busy with Vil, learning how to use some new product Vil was promoting soon.

Epel hears a ding on his phone saying you texted him but ignores it since Vil is trying to lecture him. He will definitely get back to you soon! If it was urgent you would call him.

Once Vil is finished with him, Epel finally returns to his room, and opens your text. He definitely doesn’t expect to see you scantily clad in a lavender set of lingerie!!!

Y/N: “Hey my favorite farmboy~ I know you’re probably busy right now but I bought this while I was thinking about you. I’m getting hungry, and I would love to have an apple in my mouth right now. Come over soon~”

Epel gulps down and feels his cock starting to harden in his pants. A part of him just wants to video call you and have phone sex but another part of him wants to ravage you in person!

He would definitely be happy he opened that text in his room!!! Vil didn’t need to see Epel getting so worked up over this.

“I’m on my way now.” He sends the text quickly.

Epel would remove any bits of makeup on his face before heading over to your dorm, bringing over some snacks. Beads of sweat were already starting to build on his face as he enters and heads toward your room.

When he finally gets there, he’s sweet at first when it comes to foreplay and kisses, but you want to see his real side and he wants to show it to you too! Epel would roughly slap your ass and fuck you doggystyle, while you’re screaming out his name, lingerie thrown on the floor along with his own clothes.

“Y/N..?” Epel knocks on your door and opens it, peeking around to see you in bed. “Come here, Epel. I’ve been waiting for a while now, and I want to see how well this set matches with your hair, preferably with your head between my legs~?” You finally used your pointer finger to beckon for him to come closer, in which he quickly did. The boy didn’t hide the way his eyebrows quirked in determination as he smiled eagerly. He knelt down and pulled your panties off, shoving his tongue into your leaking hole.

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader

Riddle was a changed person after his incident when you were still a new student. You grew to love him and it ultimately led to you two being in a relationship!

Riddle was always very gentle with you when it came to being intimate, you often wanted him to be a bit rougher with you but he said “it wouldn’t be chivalrous”.

You decide to take matters into your own hands by building up tension - you start breaking rules here and there. Riddle would forgive you at first but once he noticed how often you did it, his face would turn red and his voice would raise, yet he still forgave you!

You decide to send a photo of yourself in his bedroom, dressed in a red babydoll lingerie set, your body spread out on his sheets. If you’re bold, you also take pictures with his crown atop your head, showing off the way your nipples perked in the set.

Y/N: “Riddle my dear~, I’ve been so bad. You know it, and I know it. Why don’t you come over here and punish me?”

This was the final straw - your punishment starts now. He’s forgiven your rule breaking so easily because he had a soft spot for you! But you knew this whole time you were breaking rules?!

Riddle storms in a few minutes after sending you many texts in all caps. Once he really sees you sprawled out so seductively on his bed, he can’t help but let his face go red as he swallows a lump in his throat.

His mixture of anger and arousal showed quite freely when he was fucking you into his bed, spewing light degradations towards you while teasing you for being such a whore.

Riddle hikes your leg up onto his shoulder, using it as a leverage to hit a new angle inside your already abused cunt. “So, you really were trying to break those rules on purpose, my rose?” Riddle panted while smirking down at your squealing form. “And then you come into my room while I’m not here, pose so lewdly on my bed, wearing that? I guess you are a dirty slut.” Riddle chuckled darkly, still fucking against your pussy. His grip on your leg tightened. “Say it. Tell me you’re a dirty slut, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you…”

Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader

Idia… this guy lives his life digitally, he likes texting you frequently, and sometimes he still gets nervous seeing you in person, as your boyfriend!

One day he wasn’t texting you back, which had to mean he was PROBABLY busy gaming.

You decide to surprise him by getting into a cosplay of a character that you both liked. The costume was already a bit revealing but you decided to take it to the next level by sending upskirt pictures that accentuated your butt, and even shots of your panties being soaked under the skirt!

When Idia opened his texts, the photos of you flooded his screen and he screeched, shutting it off before Ortho could wonder what was wrong! “O-Ortho, could you please patrol the hallways right now? I just f-found out I have to do something. A-and,” the blue haired boy stuttered. “Feel free to start up conversations with the dorm members, for as long as you want, okay?” Ortho of course happily agreed and practically flew out of the room.

I can see Idia either calling you to come over or he would want to video call you and watch you bring yourself to orgasm.

Seeing you in those clothes though, I would imagine him reaalllyy wanting you to come over, though.

Idia called your phone and you could hear his shaky breath starting to talk. “Y-Y/N, could you nnh- come over, please? And, m-maybe wear a jacket over yourself, I want to see you wearing that outfit here, please…”

Once you get to Idia’s room, he pulls you eagerly in an embrace, and you feel his hard cock poking your stomach through his pants.

Idia loves to watch you bounce on his cock while you’re wearing the same exact cosplay in the photos!

“Aanh- Y/N-shi…” Idia covered his face with the sleeve of his shirt. His cheeks were radiating heat and his eyes were glazed over with pleasure. The skirt you wore was hiked up to your waist, shirt on the floor along with your bra. “Mm, Idia~ it feels so good, I’m so haaah, so close..!” You could only whimper out, feeling yourself clench around his cock. “C-cumming!!” He pulled you down into a kiss in which you both moaned into as you milked his hot cum into your greedy hole.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

chained, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You ever fuck someone wearing a collar and a chain... that's attached to the hot girl with the demonic grin? No? Just Min Yoongi? In his defense, he really likes a bad bitch.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; yup, there are Marilyn Manson and Slipknot references; D/s smut (fem reader, black leather collars and a chain leash, [a lot of] choking, saliva everywhere, handjob, m-receiving oral, slight edging, hair pulling, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - rapper, sub!Yoongi x goth (also kinda his manager? lol) dom!reader; kinda PWP; Yoongi's POV

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feel like I'm hexed, yeah, that bitch bad collar on her neck and her ass real fat

Most people would say, “Nah, dude, don’t mess with girls like that.”

Most people would say, “She’s fucking scary, why the hell would you think she’s hot?”

Most people would, but Min Yoongi wasn’t most people.

“I want to play a game.”

He tilted his head. “Then let’s play a game.”

She grinned, wild hair over her left eye. “Yeah?”

The first time he met her, he was at a bar and a woman was chatting him up, engaging him in conversation he didn’t want to be in. Fuck. The only reason he came was to accompany his friends, but they were all much more extroverted than he was and had already wandered off with potentials of the night. He didn’t want a potential. He just wanted a damn shot of whiskey and then he was going to slink into a corner and pretend nobody existed.

He minimized his responses to, “Mhm” and “Yeah,” but the woman wasn’t getting the hint and the bartender was busy. Sigh.

All of a sudden, a short man with a white, mannequin-like mask appeared. The white mask was painted with black streaks. He had stringy, long black and red hair and was wearing black coveralls.

Yoongi and the woman jumped away from each other, disconcerted by the appearance of the strange, tiny man.

“Bartender! Hey, real quick, can you get my friend here a drink?”

And then, fuck.

Black leather jacket, silver hardware. Tight fitted white top, so shredded the black bra underneath was visible. Short black pleated skirt. Ripped tights. Thick black boots with chains. Yoongi felt his eyes widen, looking up and down at this curvy frame. Wild hair, lush tits, juicy thighs, an ass that could put anyone in a trance with the way those hips swayed. Dark makeup, playful grin with red-stained lips.

A black choker with at least eight-centimeter spikes.

A pure white contact lens in her left eye.

“Hey, you can’t cover your face here,” a patron interrupted. “That’s creepy.”

The small man in the mask didn’t reply. The woman in black, however, swatted a hand like she was whacking away a fly.

“He’s part of the entertainment. Buzz off.”

“Oh, yes, you’re the band’s drummer, right?” The bartender rushed over. “Sorry, sorry. What will it be?”

The masked man said nothing.

“Double shot whiskey on the rocks,” the woman replied for him. “Did I get it right this time, Hana?”

A single nod from that stringy head.

“What about you?”

Yoongi jumped, startled the woman in black leather was addressing him. She cocked her head to the confused bartender. “You’ve been standing here ignored for the past ten minutes. I noticed because I was waiting for the guys to suit up to bring Hana to the bar.” She waved her hand. “Come on. Give me your order. I got you.”

“O… Oh. Same thing.”

She nodded. “Ya heard him. And don’t just only pay attention to cute girls, bartender.”

The bartender’s cheeks flushed. “A-Ah, I apologize! I’ll have them ready right away.”

The woman sighed and shook her head, completely ignoring the chatty woman who was making eyes at Yoongi, trying to get near him again. Yoongi pretended not to notice, stepping closer to the short, creepy man. The white mask didn’t move. The woman leaned down a bit because the man was shorter than she was with her height and platform boots.

“Don’t be takin’ nothing with the whiskey now. I’m treatin’ ya,” she chuckled under her breath.

Yoongi noticed the slight satoori. It made her voice a little deep and gruff.

“Shut it.”

She snickered. “Made you talk, Hana.”

The white mask went back to being silent.

She sighed and stood back up turning her attention to Yoongi. “Sorry about my friend here. He doesn’t like talking or people. I’m trying to get him to be more personable. Is it working?”

Yoongi blinked.

“Uh.”

Damn, every time she smiled, he felt a thrill shoot up his spine. White teeth showing, pink tongue peeking out between them.

It just seemed a little psychotic, a little mischievous, and a lot sexy.

“I know it’s not working. Can’t say I didn’t try.”

The masked man might as well have been a mannequin with how still he was.

“You’re his manager?” Yoongi found himself asking.

She shrugged. “Kind of? I actually just own the studio space the band records. But I like coming to the gigs sometimes if I can. Good excuse to get a little drunk, eh? Plus, I’m trying to find musicians to rent out the other spaces.”

Fuck.

Was it his lucky day or what?

“I’m looking for a studio space to record my music, actually.”

Her eyebrows raised. “No shit? You wanna talk some business?”

Oh, they talked business to bass and drums thundering the bar.

Later, they talked about some… other things too. What could he say? Yoongi liked a bad bitch. She wore leather, she owned cluster of studio spaces – “well, they ain’t mine, they’re my dad’s, but he’s never here, he’s off gambling and chasing booty, I think” – she gave him a fair price, and she loved to suck dick.

Yoongi didn’t find out about that last bit until later.

Right now, she was clipping the end of a silver chain to the collar around his neck.

It was heavy, probably metal. The collar he was wearing was thick black leather, with a steel ring resting against his collarbones. Yoongi was pretty sure she was doing a number on him. He wore a lot of black, yeah. He liked leather jackets too. But being around her presence was messing with his head and he was pretty sure he was being influenced by her energy. He used to hate his eye shape and his dark circles, but when he saw himself in the mirror with her tangled around him, riding his dick, he found himself thinking he didn’t look so bad after all. He looked good standing with the woman with the white contact lens and the demonic grin.

Maybe he was a little crazy, but everyone was a little crazy. Yoongi wasn’t worried about something like that.

Right now, she licked her teeth with that lithe, pink tongue of hers.

The other end of the chain was connected to the collar around her neck.

“You wanna play?” she drawled.

Fuck, he loved that shit. Her voice got slightly deep and throaty when she spoke in satoori. He wasn’t sure if she noticed it or not. It must be from her father. She mentioned that she had been raised by her dad – “sporadically, he liked to travel and, by travel, I mean gamble and chase ass, although surprisingly he didn’t come back with more kids, so I guess he learned his lesson” – but she was kind of the same way.

Not the gambling bit.

He didn’t really mind it though. She didn’t try to hide anything and he encouraged her to be herself. Plus, no one was getting the treatment he got. Yoongi was pretty sure about that, because when she fucked around, she did it in public. He had to be the one to tell her to take it upstairs and go for the throat.

Alright, not the throat. The dick.

In some way, Yoongi felt that was her way of asking if he approved, because she never took it upstairs and out of his sight unless he gave her the go ahead.

Right now, her tongue extended and wiggled in the air, glossy and slick with her saliva.

He smirked, open-mouthed and with a flick of tongue at the edge of his teeth.

She gripped the chain and yanked him by the neck to her face, crashing that demonic grin to his lips.

Like an injection or a spell, it gave him a rush, the firm leather snapping against his neck, chained to her, both wearing the collars, but she was always in control, always, and he liked it like that, liked the way she traced his lips with her powerful tongue, her saliva his aphrodisiac, before she captured his lips and rolled her body into his lap, skin to skin, moving like a snake, his gasp against her devouring mouth, her bare ass sliding on his thigh, fuck, so sexy, so soft, so bouncy, one hand on his face and another on his shoulder, fingers spread out and tendons flexing.

He liked to say she was the angel that held up her blinding halo with devil horns.

She yanked on the chain and Yoongi sucked in a breath, closing one eye as she licked his cheek, ending with a kiss on his brow. Cold air chilled his wet skin, making him shiver.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ hot, Yoongi.”

Pretty sure neither of them believed in a god but it got the point across.

He raised his hand and she smacked his wrist down, pinning it to the bed.

“Nuh uh.”

Yoongi wasn’t really expecting her to let him.

He raised his other hand. It was immediately swatted down onto the bed, her eyebrow cocking.

“Naughty, naughty.”

He cocked an eyebrow back, defying.

She leaned down and snatched the chain in her mouth, tugging on it with teeth and neck, narrowing her eyes. The white contact lens on her left eye gleamed under her lashes. She always wore it except right before sleeping. He once asked her why and she had shrugged.

“Mental security, I guess.”

Now, she growled like an animal.

“Down.”

She looked like she was about to headbutt him. He wouldn’t put it past her.

He lowered himself slowly, her mouth holding the chain taut until he was laying on the bed. She grinned, pleased at his obedience. Yoongi was quite sure that she was probably the closest being to a succubus that he would ever encounter with the violent thrill of arousal she was giving him with those plush lips and white teeth around the silver chain, pink tongue circling around the metal to tease him.

Maybe he was the crazy one for being turned on by it.

She dropped the chain on his chest. He flinched, the wet, heavy metal thudding onto his sternum, right against his pounding heartbeat. She rubbed her thigh against his balls and hardening cock, raising her head, chain following, higher, higher, letting go of his hands, arching her back, tits up, until it was fully taut between his neck and hers, the sides of the collars forcefully digging into his neck and hers. Yoongi did not lift his head from the bed to reduce the tension. Her devilish smile widened. A chain tug-of-war between collar to collar, both of them choking the other.

She lifted her hand and licked her palm, saturating it with saliva.

She reached down and wrapped her long fingers around his stiff length.

Didn’t say he could touch her though, so Yoongi didn’t.

“Think you can last longer than last time?”

He clenched his jaw. “Maybe.”

She pulled harder and he locked his neck and shoulders, clutching the sheets with a sharp gasp, pleasure shooting up his core, firm, strong strokes up and down his cock, fuck, fuck, every damn time, that second of cold as her saliva soaked his skin and then it warmed up fast to hot, slippery ecstasy, hard and getting harder, his pre-cum mixing with her saliva, staring at her hard nipples and juicy hips, knees around one of his thighs, shaking her ass when she noticed him looking, changing the pace, addicted to the feeling of her hands. He could feel the bones and the hard muscle of her grip and, sure, that didn’t sound sexy, but it felt incredible, adding stimulation in that inescapable hold and paired with slickness, choking his cock slightly and he craved every second of it, thighs tense and hard, growling in his throat as he dug his head into the mattress, pulling the chain for all it was worth, lightheaded now, the leather cutting in, probably leaving a mark, locking eyes with mischievous orbs and an impish smirk, the sides of her collar also cutting into the sides of her neck, choking herself as she was choking him while jacking him off.

Black haze threatened the edges of his vision.

He was going to pass out or cum. Yoongi didn’t care which happened first.

“F… Fuck!”

Yoongi snapped his jaw shut and shot up her forearm and down his length, strained groan of her name leaking past his teeth, bolts of pleasure invading his nerves all the way up to his scalp, blossoming into an erotic haze. She snapped her head forward. Oxygen flooded his brain, his jaw going slack with a moan, his eyes rolling back, high so high his whole body shuddered, barely registering her movement, hearing the lewd slurps of her drinking up his cum.

Wet.

Hot.

“Shit!”

Her mouth enveloped his twitching length, burying it deep into her throat, slathering tongue and satisfied hiss, chain clinking against his stomach and hitting his trembling balls, twisting her head so the chain wouldn’t cause any damage to them as she began to suck, flashes of tongue flickering out of the edges of those plush lips, grazing his crotch and scrotum, pointedly staring at him with an arched eyebrow.

She bounced her hips when she noticed him looking, shaking her ass as she sucked his dick.

Yoongi grinned.

His vision was barely focusing, trying to recover from orgasm in the midst of the intoxicating pleasure of her soft and tight mouth, tongue rubbing under the head of his cock, causing it to jerk and swell in the back of her throat and then she thrust it all the way back in there, taking him impossibly deep, sinfully moaning around his cock, vibrating it with lust. He glanced at her hands, fingers spread out and joints locked, tendons flexed, pointed black fingernails clawing into the sheets.

The heat flaring over his abdomen and hips was rising to his limit once more.

Yoongi panted her name, hoarse and breathless, realizing his Daegu satoori was suddenly more prominent in his disheveled state.

“I’m gonna cum–”

She popped her mouth off his cock and he snapped his teeth, snarling.

“You bitch.”

She grinned, wiggling her tongue, thick plops of saliva dripping down and hitting his flinching hips and throbbing cock, the head an angry purple-red from being so roughly stimulated after orgasm. The white contact gleamed alongside the devious glint in her right eye, black pupils blown out, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, and a lot sexy.

It didn’t matter who was on top because she knew she was always on top.

To be clear, Yoongi didn’t take shit from anyone without a fight. It got him in trouble sometimes, but this particular brand was trouble was the kind he liked. She gave him a long period of two seconds to roll the condom down before tangling one hand in the metal chain and the other in his black hair, pulling both in opposite directions. He hissed dangerously, plunging his hard cock into the wet, waiting heat, scorched by her roughness and his desire, one of her legs on his shoulder and the other around his waist, smacking their bodies together with violent force.

The tip of her tongue traced her teeth, grinning demonically.

“Come on, you said you were gonna play the game with me, Yoongi,” she chuckled, naughtily mocking him, voice deep and rough from her satoori.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” he growled in kind, low and gravelly.

She pulled on the collar much harder than his hair, but both were equally arousing, prickling pain on his scalp and circulation cut short once again, brief flashes of oxygen bleeding through with his aggressive thrusts, the excess chain knocking against her collarbones, just another layer of sound along with slapping hips and squelching juices, her velvet walls clenching around him with every descent, not going fast so he could last, burying deep and hitting her hard. She winced, guttural growl at the base of her throat and the side of his lips quirked up.

“Too much?” he taunted.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much,” she grunted, jerking her hips up and brutally squeezing the head deep inside.

“Fuck…”

He knew she wouldn’t let him do anything she didn’t want, so he kept going, her wrist flicking up with every thrust, leather collar snapping into his skin, thinning his breath to gasps at the stinging pain, the hand in his hair releasing him, messy black strands invading his vision, but he had no time to complain, groaning as her nails dug into his back and dragged up, inflamed hot lines that shot into his system and fed his adrenaline. His fists bunched the sheets, locking his shoulders, clenching his jaw, flexing his neck, and now he was being choked again, consistently this time, oxygen thinning out once more, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Her smile sent thrills up his spine and they split at the base of his head, tendrils of vicious desire numbing all sensations except lust, gluttonous for the pain that nourished more pleasure, greedy for everything she forced him to take, too prideful to ask her to loosen her hold, desperate not to give in to her wrath, usually slothful but now using every fiber of his strength to push himself to the limit, high getting higher knowing that anyone would be envious of how good he got it from that fiendish playful grin and hot delicious body under him, collared together in joined sin.

She let out a low moan, basking in him, feeding his need to satisfy hers.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Yoongi.”

He managed to get out half of a breath, staring into those irises, one real, one covered in white.

“Fuck, your voice gets me off every time,” he hissed.

He slammed his hips down and she clamped around his entire length, releasing the chain, both of their heads tipping back, his in the air and hers into the pillows, moans in unison as he shot into the condom and she released onto his twitching length and skin, coating him with slickness. The scent of sex permeated the air, his previous orgasm soaked into the sheets already and hers smearing with it as their hips descended, his throbbing cock pulsed by her flinching walls, her thighs tense around his waist and his hard ones against her ass, making sure to lean forward so he didn’t fall out, savoring every second of their joined bodies.

The hotel room was certainly getting some important use.

Yoongi remembered he had been annoyed when she said he should rent one since the potential gig was rather far away and transportation so late at night was going to be a bitch. He almost didn’t do it, but she rolled her eyes and booked it anyway, triumphant when he sold out the venue. Not a huge venue, but bigger than he had ever performed before.

He still said she had to make it up to him for making him travel farther than he originally wanted.

As usual, Yoongi was not disappointed.

“Housekeeping is gonna be pissed,” she chuckled. “Smells like sex.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“How’s your throat?”

“Pretty sure rapping strains the inside of my throat, not the outside.”

She chuckled. “Now you hurt all over.”

“Good.”

Yoongi closed the distance and kissed that smirk, metal chain sandwiched between their hot, sweaty skin, the steel rings of the black leather collars clinking against each other.

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masterpost

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the lyrics in the beginning are from hot demon b!tches near u!! by CORPSE ft night lovell

[heyyyharry]

Drivers License

(inspired by drivers license by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.5k

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about

This song is so sad and it made me cry so I had to write something about it 🤧

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“I love the song.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “But?” she asked her producer, who was on the phone. “You don’t sound like you love it.”

“Of course I love it, Y/N. It’s just–” Came a pause. “Do you really want this to be the next single?”

“What do you mean? You love it but it’s not good enough to be a single?”

“It’s too good, Y/N,” her producer said. “It’s very...personal.”

“That’s why I want to put it out, Gray. It means a lot to me.”

Gray was quiet for another moment. “The media and his fans are going to come for you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Alright. I’ll call you back.” Gray sounded defeated but she could still sense a smile as he told her, “Good job, kid,” before hanging up.

Y/N put her phone away, tossed her head back and heaved a sigh. She was well aware of the trouble she’d cause by releasing this song. It’d be like showing the whole world her diary. She’d written plenty of songs on her previous albums about her relationships, too. There had been witch hunts simply because the men she’d written songs about had fans who worshipped them and refused to see them as anything less than perfect. She wasn’t perfect, either. If she were perfect, she wouldn’t have written a song about an ‘almost’ relationship. She’d know her worth and not have chased someone who didn’t and would never want her. She knew that now. So this song would be the last thing she’d give this person. The last goodbye that she never got to say.

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“What are you smiling at?”

“Nothing.”

“Let me see,” Y/N giggled and tried to grab his phone as he pretended to fight her off.

“Alright, alright.” He laughed, reached out to turn the music in his car down and handed her the phone. “It’s the memes your fans made about you not being able to drive,” he said, suppressing a grin.

Her jaw dropped. “I hate you!”

“I’m sorry. It slipped out,” he said, laughing again. She could listen to his laugh on replay. She loved his music, but his laugh had to be her most favourite melody. “To be fair, you talked a lot of shit about me in that interview, too.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” she scoffed at the smug look he was wearing. “At least I didn’t tell the whole world about your imaginary friend that you had until you were thirteen. You spilt my secret.”

“Not a secret anymore.”

She playfully smacked him on the arm. “My lawyer will hear about this.”

He pouted, pretending to be upset. “Guess we’ll never work together anymore.”

“Acting is not for me anyway.”

Y/N gave Harry back his phone. He took it but didn’t break eye contact as his brows knitted. “Stop saying that. You were great in the movie.”

She rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Oh please, have you been on the internet?”

“You mean my fans’ reactions, right? Just ignore them.” He breathed. “I mean, I love my fans, but they could be too much sometimes. Just look at all my previous relationships. I can’t even breathe around a female without them sending her death threats.”

“Yeah,” Y/N let out a nervous laugh, hands folded together resting on her knees. “Speaking of relationships,” she ventured, “are you talking to someone new?”

She wasn’t looking at him yet she could feel the heat from his gaze as he told her, “No. I already told you, Y/N. Right now there’s just you.”

Harry turned, putting both hands on his steering wheel. Was he nervous as well? Had she ruined the moment by bringing this up?

He took a deep breath, confirming her assumption. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m just not ready for a relationship.”

It was the same line he’d told her times and times again, and she wished she could just tell him how much she loathed it. And since she couldn’t say anything, she just nodded and focused on the rings on her fingers.

“I do care a lot about you, though,” he added, his voice heavy with emotions.

Her friends had told her that men would say things like this, and most of the time they barely meant half of it. However, she’d known Harry for years. Their relationship had only changed since they’d been cast for the same movie earlier this year. She was confident that she knew him better than her friends or anyone else. Surely, he’d meant all the things he’d said to her. The problem was, he just wasn’t ready for a relationship.

“And I don’t want to lose you, Y/N,” he said, now looking at her again.

She turned slowly and met his thoughtful green eyes. She offered a single smile as a way to tell him she wasn’t upset, even though she was, a little bit. “I don’t want to lose you, either,” she admitted.

His dimples reappeared. “I feel like it’s rare for people like us to find a connection like this, and I’ve never opened up to anyone the way I have to you. But I think now isn’t the time for us to take the risk of ruining this. Right now we’re still trying to figure out our own lives, you know?”

She nodded again, not knowing what to say.

They sat quietly for another moment, and it was he who broke the silence. “How come you never learn to drive?”

She could feel her cheeks glowing red. “I never had to drive myself.”

She’d been famous since she was fourteen, so she’d always had people driving her places. Whenever she told anyone that reason, they’d either call her spoiled to her face or give her a judgemental look that made her feel self-conscious. She didn’t have a dad or siblings, her mum didn’t know how to drive, either, and she was too afraid to ask anyone to teach her for she feared they’d judged her.

“I could teach you.”

Y/N whipped her head up and blinked blankly at him. “Really?”

“Of course,” he chuckled. “I have a cousin who didn’t learn to drive when he was young because of his anxiety and I taught him. I could teach you.”

Trying to hide her excitement, Y/N smiled. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” His grin widened even though he was the one doing her a favour. It was moments like this that reassured her that he wasn’t like the other guys who’d broken her heart. “When you got your driver license,” he said, “you can drive up to my house on your own.”

“We can even go on road trips,” she said happily, already imagining the many scenarios in her head.

He seemed equally elated, which made her heart swell. “Yeah! Wanna do it now or–”

“Let’s do it now.”

“Yeah, okay.” Quickly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. She climbed into the driver seat and watched him settle into the passenger side. That afternoon was the first time she’d learned how to drive. She would always remember that.

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“Y/N, you’re up next,” said one member of the backstage staff who handed Y/N her mic and ran off to check on the backing vocalist.

Y/N felt her heart thumping in her chest as she clutched the microphone to her chest and sucked in a deep breath. She looked to her right, peering at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She looked beautiful. The makeup team and her stylist had spent three hours on this look and made sure that she was flawless.

Would he be watching the show tonight?

Had he even listened to the song?

It got to number one on the iTunes chart today. He must have listened to it. If not, he must have heard it on the radio or someone must have sent it to him. The whole world knew the song was for him, and everyone was talking about it. So even though he didn’t care anymore, even though he was happy with his new girlfriend, he must be wondering. Because when she’d heard that he’d written a song about her, she’d been so excited to listen to it. So could it be that he was wondering as well?

“This is Y/N performing her latest single DRIVERS LICENSE!”

Y/N took a deep breath as she got a nod from the stage director. She stepped out, soaked in the stage lights while the audience applauded and cheered for her. She stood at the centre of the stage as the band started playing and the noise in the audience died down. As a habit, she searched the front rows for his face despite knowing with every fibre in her body that this would be the last place he’d be tonight.

I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

To finally drive up to your house

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

She could see it even now. Them driving through the quiet night. From her house to his and back. Just the two of them. The kisses they’d share at stoplights when there was no one else around. The way he’d place his hand on her thigh just because he wanted to. In retrospect, she should have realised that he wouldn’t ever do that to her in public. Their relationship, if she could call it that, had been almost nonexistent. Maybe that was why it’d been so easy for him to move on. You couldn’t feel remorse leaving behind something that didn’t exist. How unfortunate. It’d been real to her.

And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs

'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

She’d thought to herself that if he could write a song about someone he’d never dated, it was worth staying with him despite not actually being with him. She could not expect that a few months after that song had come out, he would be seen driving around with another girl. The girl he’d told her was only a good friend. This girl was older and perfect in every way. Y/N wouldn’t choose herself either if the choices were between her and that girl. But she couldn’t bring herself to hate the girl. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Harry had chosen her. And it wasn’t Harry’s fault that Y/N refused to see the red flags through her rose-coloured glasses.

And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine

How you could be so okay now that I'm gone?

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Y/N wrote this song a week after she’d got her drivers license. She’d blast sad music in her car and cried as she drove past his house, wondering if he was still up and thinking of her whenever he saw headlights passing his street. The heartbreak had been confusing to her as they weren’t even together. It was funny how the whole world had believed in them, except for him. He’d told her he loved her, so why weren’t they together now? He’d said he wasn’t ready, so why was he holding hands with someone else on the street? Was it because of her? Was it something that she’d done? Was there something wrong with her? Why couldn’t he choose her? Y/N had pondered over those questions for months until she came to accept that there didn’t have to be a reason for someone to leave you. They simply lost feelings or found someone else. No one owed you an explanation.

Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

For months, he'd been a ghost living rent-free in her head. She saw him in every face and every crowd, and she could even, in this moment, hear the sound of his laugh somewhere in the audience. She could hear him telling her he was proud of her, that everything would be okay. And the worst part was that, without her, he was still doing fine. He wouldn’t see her everywhere he went. He wouldn’t think about her when he was lying in bed and couldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t wonder if she missed him. Because he didn’t miss her. And he would be saying the same things he’d said to her to his new girl.

Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe (Ooh, ooh)

There on the stage, she received sympathetic looks from the people in the front row as she cried her heart out to the lyrics. He might be at home this moment, watching the show with his new girlfriend, and seeing her cry on live television. Would they laugh at her together? Would he turn to his girlfriend and say he was sorry for how he’d treated Y/N and promised to never hurt his girlfriend the same way? The most heartbreaking thing, Y/N thought, wasn’t him leaving, but seeing him treat someone the way she’d wanted to be treated and realising that he’d been capable of doing it all this time, just not with her.

I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine

How you could be so okay now that I'm gone?

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Putting all her feelings into this song had made everything seem so much simpler and clearer. And at the end of the day, Y/N believed that the whole purpose of songwriting was to get closure. Perhaps, one day, when she listened to this song again, she wouldn’t be sad anymore.

Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

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“Good job, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“Love the song! You’re amazing.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N faked a few more smiles then shut the door of her dressing room and slumped into her chair in front of the vanity.

All alone, she looked right at her reflection and took a deep breath.

Her phone buzzed and lit up with a new text message.

Harry: Congratulations on your no 1 :) xx

She pondered over the words, picked up her phone, and deleted his contact.