#undercut ponytails are so pretty

[clarity2electricboogaloo]

Ponytail alastor makes so much sense because otherwise that ugly ass undercut is just gonna stay ugly

[k8katdoodles]

Art block is killing me, so different hair styles for my scrunklies

[baby-yongbok]

Encore

Boyfriend!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre - Smut with fluffy moments

Word Count: 4,239

A/N: I started this at 11pm and I finished it at 5am. I am EXHAUSTED the horny took over, seeing Hyunjin with this new hair style just ruined me. This imagine is all over the place - at least it is to me - It really is just a smutty cute mess but I love it, I feel like it's sexy and fun and fluid and yes. Even if it actually sucks ya'll are getting all 4k words 😭Please enjoy it, I worked hard and I'd love to hear feedback. Gosh I'm exhausted.

✨Masterlist✨

Summary: After the VMA's you and Hyunjin have a bit of a "conversation" about his new look but what starts out spicy ends up being sweet.

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Slapping, Window sex?, Forced Creampie?, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Spit play? (very subtle, like you have to squint), Cum Tasting, Corruption kink?, Slight Possessive behavior, Marking, Rough Sex, Aftercare.

(Sorry if I missed anything but I'm pretty sure that's it!)

Reader is called: Angel, Slut, Greedy Girl, Princess, Baby, My Muse

Hyunjin is called: My Prince, Baby

"Did you have a good time?" Chan asked as you walked down the hallway of your hotel hand in hand with Hyunjin. The three of you were the last ones to get to your rooms. 

"I had an amazing time, that was so much fun." You smile up at Chan and Hyunjin squeezes your hand a bit, a light chuckle leaving his lips. 

"I'm glad I brought you then." Hyunjin comments before stopping in front of your shared room. Chan was a room across from you two so you all said your goodbyes before retreating into your spaces. 

You kicked your heels off and dropped your purse onto the floor next to the bed before turning to your boyfriend. He was stalking towards you slowly as he stripped himself of his expensive blazer. 

"So what was it that you were saying back at the venue?" He asks, a sinister teasing smirk crossing his face. 

"I was saying…" you meet him halfway walking slowly towards him on your tiptoes so that you can attempt to match his height. "How fucking dare you look this good tonight." 

You reach your hands out and run them down his chest. His arm snakes around your waist and pulls you flush against him. "How dare you surprise me with this sexy new look."

You run your hands up his arms and shoulders then run them through his hair petting at his undercut. 

"Sexy, huh?" He smiles at you, his eyes staring into yours with pure lustful amusement. 

"So fucking sexy." You whisper back before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a heated kiss. Your lips dance together in a rough yet slow display of passion while you take the time to taste each other. The taste of the wine that the two of you shared after the show to celebrate the boys' win still lingering on your tongues. 

Hyunjin sighs into the kiss as he starts walking you back towards the bed not daring to disconnect your lips. Just when your legs are about to hit the frame you break the kiss and swiftly switch spots with him sitting him down onto the mattress before you. He grins up at you clearly impressed by your sudden dominance. You hike up your black dress a bit, the split on the side giving him an unholy view of your thigh, he bites his lip at the sight and you smile down at him as you climb onto his lap straddling his frame. 

Your hands snake around his neck and start to play in his hair again, twirling his high ponytail a bit. "Wanna know what I thought the moment I saw you all dressed up tonight? " 

The tone of your voice made Hyunjin harder than he already was if that were even possible. He places his hands on your hips slowly trailing down to your ass, his eyes never leave yours. 

"What did you think, angel?" You bite your lip and lace your fingers around his ponytail before yanking back on it just hard enough to pull his head back and expose his sculpted jaw and long neck. A deep groan leaves his lips at the sharp sensation. 

"I thought that you looked so clean, so sharp, so fucking elegant." You lean down into his neck with a smile before planting kisses along his jaw. "I thought that I just had to ruin that, I had to corrupt that. I've wanted to make a mess of you all night."

Hyunjin's breath catches in his throat as you bite into the flesh of his neck and start to suck at it harshly. 

"Angel" He moaned out as his hands gripped at your waist, his fingers digging into your dress and pinching at your flesh. One of his hands trails up your back before lacing into the roots of your hair and pulling your head back away from his neck. 

"You know you can't mark me right now." He hisses and your grip on his hair loosens as his grip on yours tightens. "You're being such a slut tonight. This is what happens when I take you out?" 

He lets go of your hair and you whimper a bit at the loss of contact, Hyunjin leans back lying down on the bed and bringing you forward with him before grabbing your throat and turning you over so that he's on top of you.

 "I take my girl out to have a good time and all she can think about is fucking me." His words sting like venom and it feels so fucking good. He leans down and leaves a delicate kiss on your lips. His hand slowly leaves your throat and just when you're about to bite back at him with a spicy reply his hand collides with your cheek landing a deliciously sharp slap. He grabs your chin, interrupting your moan and turning your face back to his. 

"Look at me, angel." He whispers sweetly and your thighs press together at the contrast that his voice has to his actions. "You know what I thought when I saw you?"

He removes his hand from your face and looks down towards your exposed leg. The split in your dress now showing all of your plush thigh and some of your ass. "I thought that I just have to fuck you in this dress."

He reaches down and slowly trails his hand up your exposed leg. His nails scratching at your skin. You're so pent up with lust that this simple action makes your back arch up off of the mattress. 

"I thought about how sexy it would be to eat my princesses pussy while she's wearing Versace." He slaps the outside of your thigh making you moan. "I could've snuck my hand up under your dress whenever I wanted tonight. I could've teased you." 

He leans back down into your neck and nips at your jaw all the way up to your ear before whispering. "Would you have liked that? If I teased you, pulled you aside in the dressing room and fucked you dumb after we performed?"

You can feel him smile against you as you moan deeply in response. Your thighs pressed together desperately trying to relieve some of the tension building up. 

"I would've loved that." You run your hands down his body before you reach the tent in his pants. You palm at his erection, stroking him over the fabric. He hisses at the sensation, a breathy moan following as he drops his head down onto your shoulder. 

"I've been holding back all night." He whispers out and you bite your lip before whispering back. 

"Me too." He pulls away from you quickly planting both feet on the floor and taking you in swiftly, your curly hair is splayed across the mattress, your thigh is fully exposed and he can see a hint of your black thong. 

"Fuck it." He hisses sharply before grabbing your ankles and pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. Your dress rides up more now showing most if not all of your thong. "I need you, angel." 

Hyunjin drops to his knees in front of you, he hastily pushes your dress up around your hips and moves your thong to the side before diving into your soaked cunt. His tongue licks up your dripping heat and draws imaginary shapes into your pussy right after. His movements are harsh and hungry, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pushes them up for you to hold to your chest and give him a full view of you. 

"Oh my gosh" You moan out as your back arches off of the mattress, your mouth falling open with silent whines failing to escape. "Hyunjin, fuck." 

You've wanted him all night and now you've finally got him. His blushed lips moving hungrily against your cunt, animalistic groans erupting from his throat and vibrating through you as you try your best to stay in place for him. He pulls away, a naughty grin on his lips as he takes a second to wipe his chin. 

"Is this what you wanted?" He lands a firm pop on your cunt and your legs nearly close at the sensation. "Come on, princess, keep yourself open for me."

 He reaches down and unbuckles his belt with one hand as the other flicks at your swollen clit.

"Keep that pretty pussy on display for me." You whine at the stimulation, your grip on your thighs getting lighter and lighter the better that he makes you feel. "Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours." You moan out quickly hoping that if you're good for him he'll taste you again. A chuckle leaves his lips as his finger trails from your clit to your sopping entrance. He slowly slides his long digit into you and your legs fall against the mattress. You fight to keep your thighs apart as his finger slowly moves inside you. He adds two more quickly filling you up and giving you very little time to adjust. 

"This pussy is mine." He growls, leaning down to nip at your inner thigh. "But you were showing off this pretty body today like you wanted it to be someone else's." 

You groan in protest before forcing out a reply. "And what about you?" 

His fingers stop suddenly before he removes them from you completely. He lands another pop on your cunt before standing from his knees and pulling his belt from the loops of his pants. He drops the belt to the floor and props his bent knee onto the mattress so that he can lean over your curvy frame. 

"What about me?" His eyes search yours; they're dark and piercing but you don't dare to look away from him. "I was giving you a show, my angel."

"And I was giving you one, my prince." Your hand caresses his cheek softly and he leans into your touch. "You looked amazing, you performed well." 

Hyunjin smiles down at you softly. "I only performed well because I had you cheering me on." He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your nose and then your cheeks making you smile. He kisses all over your face before hungrily attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. 

"So you were giving me a show, huh?" He asks, pulling away from your lips just enough to speak. You shake your head in confirmation and suddenly hear the zipper to Hyunjins pants as he pulls them down a bit with one hand. "How about an encore?"

"My pleasure." Your lips are on each other again instantly as the two of you grab at each other's clothes. His fingers pull at the thin straps of your dress and yours fight to remove his pants in quick lustful movements. The sound of fabric slightly ripping fills the air but neither of you seem to care.

You wrap your arms around his neck allowing him to help you sit up so that he can unzip the back of your dress. He peels it off of you in what feels like slow motion but in reality was much quicker. His hands immediately start to toy with your exposed chest and you moan into his mouth as his thumbs toy at your sensitive nipples. You finally win the fight with his pants pulling them down and allowing them to pool around his ankles. You move your body closer to his so that you can properly rid him of his boxers, the black fabric sliding down his strong thighs and exposing his hardened member. 

"Come here" Hyunjin whispers against your lips before reconnecting them and backing up slowly leading you off of the bed. Once your feet hit the floor your dress does too, you step out of the pool of fabric and Hyunjin does the same with his pants and boxers. He pulls away once again to rid himself of his black shirt before gently grabbing your waist and diving into the crook of your neck. His teeth sink into the flesh of your neck and he sucks harshly, it's your turn to moan at the sharp sensation as he leaves deep red marks on your skin. 

"I thought we couldn't mark each other?" You ask breathlessly. 

"You can't mark me." He answers, pulling away from you to admire his work. "I can do whatever I want to you." 

His hands travel down your sides and up your back taking in every inch of your skin. Your hands do the same exploring every inch of his naked frame. Your hand found one of his and you interlaced your fingers before leading him over to the large window that your hotel room had, a grand view of the city on display before you. You let go of his hand and walked over to the chair placed at the desk next to you, moving it in front of the window. Hyunjin watched you with dark curious eyes and you couldn't help but to smile. 

"Sit" You prompted and he slowly obeyed, sitting with his forearms on the armrests and his legs spread apart giving you a beautiful view of his cock and balls. 

You stood in between his legs and held two fingers out to him. Without either of you saying a word he wrapped his lips around your fingers sucking and getting them wet for you. As you started to retract them he grabbed your wrist, his eyes never leaving yours. He pursed his lips and spit onto your fingers licking his lips after with a grin. You whimpered at the sight before taking those fingers and spreading his spit over or cunt adding lubrication to your entrance. You turned around giving him a full view of your plump ass and reached back to spread your cheeks for him. A groan left his lips and his hand lightly grabbed at your waist to guide you towards his aching cock. He helped you position yourself before you sunk down onto him. His dick stretching you deliciously.  

"Oh baby." His head falls back and your fingers dig into his thighs. You immediately start to move, sliding up and down his hard member at a moderate pace. The fact that neither of you had much time to adjust made the sensations so much more intense. 

"Look at me, angel." You turn to look back at him, grabbing his shoulder to keep you steady. "You're so fucking beautiful." 

You moan at his praise and your body reacts by bouncing against him faster. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Hyunjin shifts you so that you’re turned back towards the window and grabs your waist with both hands. He holds you still against him before thrusting into you roughly, keeping you in place with his grip. Strangled moans leave your parted lips as he fucks into you deeper than before. 

"Fuck, yes yes." Your nails dig into his thighs and you're sure that there will be marks there later. His grunts intertwine with your moans as the two of you build yourselves closer and closer to release. The pent up lust from the eventful night bubbling in your stomach. 

"Baby, wait I-" You're cut off by your own moan when Hyunjin thrusts into you rougher than before. "I wanna see you." 

Hyunjin thrusts two more times before pulling out of you and sitting back into the chair breathlessly, he looks past you for a second. The lights of the city catching his eye, he stares for a second before looking back up at you and smiling. 

"I could paint this." His smile grows wider as the idea sinks in and he quickly pushes himself up out of the chair and rushes over to the side of the bed where his pants lay on the floor and searches for his phone. You giggle as your naked partner stalks back over to you with his phone in hand, the camera facing you as you stand naked in front of the floor to ceiling window. 

"Smile for me, angel." You do as you're told posing for him as he snaps photos of you. 

"My beautiful muse." His words come out in a whisper and you can't help but to blush. 

"Can I fuck you now? I was in the middle of your encore." He smiles over at you, locking his phone and dropping it into the chair. 

"Please, continue the show." He sits on the edge of the bed leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows. 

You sashay over to him, your hands resting on his shoulders when you reach him. You climbed onto his strong frame and swiftly slid his cock into your tight hole. 

"Fuck, someone's eager." He grunts out and you moan back in response. 

"I've wanted you all night." You bounce against him slowly, taking his full length inside of you. You make sure to swirl your hips when he fills you to the hilt and you moan out at the sensation. 

"Why are you so fucking tight." His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are low and lidded as he watches you ride him. Your tits bouncing and your curly hair swaying with the movement of your hips. You reach up behind him and grip his ponytail again, pulling at it so that his lidded eyes met yours. You're not sure who looks more fucked out right now but you're positive that you're both down bad for each other. 

"Harder." He whispers and you happily oblige, pulling his hair harder, your other hand tugging at the short hair of his undercut. A deep satisfied groan leaves him and your pussy clenched at the sound of it. "Fuck it, mark me baby."

You waste no time leaning in and sinking your teeth into his neck, you suck harshly right next to the purple mark that you left earlier and Hyunjin moans at the feeling. The sharp pain of your teeth against his sensitive skin making his cock twitch. He leans you both all the way back and props his feet up on the bed frame. He thrusts into you jackhammer style and you can't help but to bite harder on his skin. 

"Angel, I'm close." You pull away from his neck with a trail of spit connecting you to him. He sticks out his tongue to collect the drool falling from your lips as your mouth hangs open and gaspy moans escape you. 

"Please don't stop." You beg quietly, your eyes closed tightly as you try to concentrate on your pleasure. Hyunjin leans up as he pounds into you, licking the drool from the corner of your mouth and kissing you sloppily. 

"I won't stop, princess. I won't stop." He fucks into you mercilessly, hitting your sweet spot continuously. You can feel the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter and you groan at the build of lust. 

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, fuck" Your words are breathy and rushed as your pussy clenches around him. Hyunjin's eyes squeeze shut as he feels you contract around him, he groans as your cunt milks his own orgasm out of him. 

"Fuck baby, get off, I'm gonna cum." He pushes at your waist to get you off of him but you resist grinding down against him. "Baby, I can't hold back." 

He moans at the sight of you fucked out and drooling above him, sitting up to better force yourself down onto him. 

"I want your cum, please" That's all you had to say to make Hyunjin break. His nails scratch down your sides before gripping at the sheets desperately as he fills you. His thigh muscles tense at the new sensation of finishing inside of you. He's never had an orgasm as intense as the one he's had tonight.

"Angel.." He moans out but he meant for it to be the start of a sentence. You slowly lift up off of him hovering above him in a squat as he holds you stable by your hips. He watches as his cum drips out of your abused hole and he swore that he could bust again at the sight of it. 

You reach down and scoop up some of his arousal with two of your fingers, you slide your cum covered fingers into your mouth savoring the taste of him and you both let out a low moan. 

"Princess, we should get cleaned up." You lower yourself back onto his pelvis. His semi-hard dick nestled between his skin and your cunt. Mindlessly, you start to grind against him, the semen dripping from your hole being used as lube to glide your slick cunt against him. 

"More." You whisper, your now lidded fucked out eyes never leaving his.  "I didn't make you a mess yet." 

Hyunjin moans at the overstimulation lightly grabbing at your hips to try to stop your movement. "Fuck, that's s-so much. So fucking good."

You lean forward a bit, resting your hands on his chest as you move your hips against him. Moans and whines fall from your lips as his cock head bumps against your clit giving you the perfect amount of stimulation. The room is filled with your panting moans and the wet sounds of your cum covered skin rubbing against each other. Hyunjin reaches up and firmly grips your neck applying pressure to the sides drawing a hum of satisfaction from you. 

"Such a greedy girl." You grind against his now fully erect cock quicker and sloppier. You reach forward with both hands and return the favor caging his neck beneath your fingers and pressing slightly at the sides. 

"I want to ruin you." You groan out breathlessly and Hyunjin's eyes flutter shut at the sound. His tongue dipping out of his slightly parted lips and his brows furrowed. 

"You always do." He whispers with his eyes still shut. "Only you."

"You're mine." You gasp out as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten. 

"And you're mine." He groans out. He opens his eyes and they immediately land on yours. His face is red and his eyes are lazy. Your eyes mirror his with a deep blush covering your skin. 

"We ruin each other." He takes his hand from your throat and leaves a firm smack on your cheek. "Then put each other back together." 

His hand grips at your throat again, pulling you into him as your hips desperately buck against him. 

"Now fall apart for me." As if he flipped a switch your orgasm came rushing over you, your legs shaking against the mattress and your body falling against his. Hyunjin groans as he releases again, reaching his high right as yours starts to subside. You can feel his warm sticky cum against your stomach and you grin slightly at the feeling. 

"Fuck." You both whisper at the same time then chuckle lightly. 

"Are you happy now?" He asks against your ear as he strokes your hair pushing it out of your face. 

"So happy."

"Am I still sexy?" He asks and you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

"So sexy." He laughs from under you and you smile into his shoulder. 

"Let me clean you up." He prompts, lifting you a bit and sliding you off of him. The feeling of his arousal smearing against both of your stomachs making you giggle. 

He slowly pushed himself off of the bed and stretched before wandering over to the bathroom. You could hear the water running and Hyunjin lightly humming to himself, something he always did as he initiated aftercare. He comes back Into the room in a hotel robe and leans over you, wiping down your body carefully while humming. You watch him closely as his eyes wander your body searching for spots to clean with the cloth. Your hand slowly reaches up to touch his forearm shifting his attention towards you, his eyes meet yours and a curious look crosses his face. You smile up at him softly and take a deep breath

"You really were amazing tonight."

"Are you referring to the sex or the award show?" He raises an eyebrow at you playfully and you swat at his arm.

"The award show… well both, but mostly the show." He chuckles at you shaking his head. "Really, I'm so proud of you."

He smiles down at you and his fingers rub smooth circles into the skin of your stomach. "Thank you, baby. That means everything coming from you."

He leans down and kisses your nose and forehead before going back to cleaning you up. 

"You were amazing tonight too." He hums.

"You enjoyed your encore?" You asked, smiling playfully. 

"How could I not with a performer this stunning?" He returns your smile and you sit up completely, hugging his waist. He lays a hand on the back of your head and strokes your hair lightly. 

"Thank you angel, for your unending support, whether it be in the bedroom or outside of it I'm grateful for all that you give me." You look up to find that he's already looking down at you with a fond smile. His eyes are sparkling like he could cry any second and you can't help but hug him tighter. 

"I'll always be here to cheer you on." 

"And I'll always be thankful for that."

[penaltyboxboxbox]

any genderbend headcanons you would like to share 👀????

YEAH....YEAH I DO....theyre all pretty random and non specific but if you want to hear me ramble about my girl drivers here u go

Charles: she's a non conventional fashion girlie...........she likes to dress quite femininely and and gets a lot of fashion based brand deals so she is often pairing skirts and such with her sportswear and it sometimes looks a bit silly. a lot of her fits are like...is it a fit or is she just really pretty and wearing designer lol. the skirt i drew her in is what I THINK would be her version of the quali pants, it's this knit skirt from gucci 💁‍♂️

Carlos: she is like two steps away from being a high bun lesbian. still keeps her FEM VIBES mostly because of family pressure. but the second she gets put in a dress its all a little . hm. youre a masc arent you.

Pierre: happy to be the paddock baddie like....she embraces it fully. she got a boob job and doesnt care if people know. constantly hints at being bisexual on instagram but will never confirm.

Esteban: the girl who had the most major glow up............and who has also had a bob her whole gd life. literally lives in a lulu jacket and yoga pants like its her uniform. she and pierre had the most toxic codependent girl friendship of all time. she's soooo so so tall and always got mad growing up because none of the boys liked her cause she was taller than them and got teased about it....still tall as fuck

Lance: my tall and beautiful wife...every few months she chops her bangs too short and everyone cries until they grow out again. she hates having hair in her eyes.... hates dresses and heels since she always sits with her legs out...gotta be comfy duh..

Fernando: milflonso............she was an it girl in her youth and then got divorced and came out as a lesbian and became an irresistible masc

George: the preppiest girl you can imagine she will never cut her hair AND she will wear a skort. extreme complex about being a tall girl.

Lewis: ultimate fashionista like she gets it....changes her hair a lot more than boy lewis....extremely in denial lesbian who dates the gayest men imaginable

Yuki: shes a hey mamas lesbian. she flirts so hard with pierre from like eye level with her huge boobs. kind of a fuckboy she swears she'll treat you rightttt come on babyyyy

Daniel: used to be such a hotgirl such a coolgirl like in her younger days she had long long hair and dressed sexy and was all about pushing this like....im a hot girl but im also so cool and just like the boys 😜 (she was overcompensating for something) but after she leaves redbull she like cuts off all her hair and slowly starts mascing the fuck out as she gets older.....now shes just straight up soft butch and everyone knows she kisses girls

Max: grew up forced to have the worst bowlcut in the world and never got to be very girly or anything so when she grew up she finally let her hair grow long and never cuts it. has barely any personal style and still cannot walk in heels tho.

Checo: arguably the one who cleans up the best like shes the one with the makeover montage everyone is so used to seeing her in red bull gear and a ponytail every damn day the second she puts on an outfit everyones like HELLO?????

Valtteri: used to be permanently in the low pony tail and attempting to dress acceptably business casual woman enough for things but after she left merc just embraced being a butch. has the same mullet as guy val. hallelujah

Guanyu: suuuuuch a fashion girl and absolutely rules instagram and weibo..........always doing photoshoots and stuff. experiments with cute hairstyles a lot, but always keeps her bangs ☝️

Alex: used to be super plain like wore big hoodies and just left her hair long and straight and hanging there until one day she got the chop+undercut going on.......now shes well aware shes everyones ideal boyfriend if he were a girlfriend.

Logan: my florida girl......my natural blonde with her little ponytail.....when she was growing up her parents definitely put her shirts like this

Lando: she is a racing driver as much as she is an influencer.............people discourse about if shes fanservicing like every 2 seconds. girl gamer and proud.

Oscar: she lives in gym clothes. nike pros or leggings every day with the most boring shirt. never does her hair or wears makeup

KMag: best mom everrrrrrr 🫶

Nico: she talks openly about how men are very intimidated by her. she is indeed kind of scary.

[nattysstargirl]

The Beast of my Dreams

Chapter 3.

Word count: 3250

TW 18+: dry humping, dirty talk, fingering, cursing, praise, brief anal play(over clothing)

A/N: enjoy

Natasha walks her back to the dorm building. She stays close but keeps her hands in her jacket pocket. Y/N steals looks at her. Clothes cover most of her skin, but a strip of skin on her neck is visible beneath her undercut. Dark red ink swirls from the collar of her shirt and licks toward her hairline. Y/N tries to imagine the rest of the tattoo, and she decides it covers Natasha's whole back. She can't guess at the design from the few strands she can see, but she knows she'll wonder about it later. 

"Do you live on campus?" Y/N asks after a few minutes of silence. 

"Slightly off," Natasha says. "Walking distance though. I live with my family." 

"Oh, that's nice." Y/N always tries to keep the sadness out of her voice when she talks about family, but apparently she doesn't succeed this time. 

"Are you not close with yours?" 

"Not really. No siblings, Dad bounced a while ago, and Mom... You know how moms are." 

Natasha smiles sympathetically, but Y/N can tell she doesn't empathize personally. They arrive at the front door of Y/N's building. She turns to Natasha. "Well, thanks for the rescue. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime at all," Natasha says quietly. 

The security light sparks gold to life in her green eyes. They're pretty. 

"Do you want to come up?" Y/N asks suddenly. "My roommate might be home, but we could...watch a show or something. I've got ice cream." 

Natasha smiles. "I'm lactose intolerant." 

"Ah." Y/N's heart sinks a little. 

"But I've got nothing going on tonight." 

Y/N smiles. "Really? Awesome." 

The elevator ride to the sixth floor is quiet. Y/N's mind is solidly on MJ's advice and wondering what Natasha's hands look like. She wishes she'd take them out of her pockets. And the tattoo on her back... Excitement curls through Y/N's belly.

Natasha's definitely into girls. The way she dresses and walks and how she put those guys in their place like they were nothing. There's no way she's straight. Y/N peeks at her without turning her head. Natasha watches the numbers climb on the little LED screen. 

She doesn't fidget or rock on her feet. Just standing stock still with her hands in her jacket and her jaw set. The elevator dings, and Natasha waits for Y/N to leave first. 

"Thanks," Y/N says, feeling stupid for it right after. It's not like she pulled her chair out for her. She just doesn't know where Y/N's dorm is and couldn't reasonably take the lead. Y/N hurries to her room and unlocks it, peeking in and smiling when she sees Peggy isn't home. She must be out with her boyfriend, and it's early, so they probably have a few hours. 

"Come on in," she says. She closes and locks the door after Natasha is inside. Natasha evaluates the dorm silently. 

"It's not much," Y/N offers. "But here..." She pulls the extra pillows she keeps stored under her bed and props them in the corner of her wall, making a cozy little couch situation. "You can leave your shoes and jacket there, if you'd like. I need to pee, but make yourself comfortable! Snacks in the fridge." Y/N hurries into the bathroom. She pulls her hoodie off. Her outfit is limited to what she has on her, since Peggy has a strict rule about no clothes in the bathroom. She has a toilet and mirror to work with. She leaves the hoodie on the back of the toilet and evaluates her outfit. 

Jeans, red long-sleeved flannel, and a ponytail. She yanks the ponytail holder and fluffs her hair. She washed it last night, so it looks...fine. She rolls the sleeves of her flannel to her elbows, undoes the top two buttons, then undoes the bottom few to tie it in a knot above her navel. It looks a little try-hard, but for all Natasha knows, she was wearing it like this under her hoodie the whole time. She looks cute. She uses the toilet while she's in there, then heads out and hurriedly washes her hands in the kitchen sink. She dries them thoroughly then turns to find Natasha relaxed on her bed. 

She took off her boots and jacket, leaving her in a skintight black t-shirt with sleeves curling on the edges because her biceps are so thick. Y/N gulps. Natasha is wearing gray joggers, and they're set low on her hips, exposing a strip of toned abs and the band of gray Calvin Klein underwear. 

"Oh, hey!" Y/N says. She unbuttons her flannel two more down to expose her sports bra. "We match." 

Natasha's eyes track slowly down from Y/N's eyes to her chest. "Look at that." Y/N smiles and leaves her shirt unbuttoned. She bends to pull her laptop from under the bed, where she keeps everything, and climbs in next to Natasha. 

"You wearing jeans in bed?" Natasha asks. "I can barely wear them walking around." 

"You're so right. Do you mind if I...?" Y/N drops one hand to her jeans hem. 

"Your house, babe," Natasha says. 

Y/N turns her head to hide the blush at being called "babe" by a hot dyke. She tugs off her jeans like it's a totally casual thing she does with near-strangers all the time. "Whew," she says, "that's better." 

Natasha scoots a few inches over to allow Y/N room to stretch out beside her. They rest their backs against her pillow corner, and Y/N plops the never-used ironing board attached to her wall down to hold the laptop. It was already installed when she moved in, and it makes a great Netflix desk. It hovers a foot above their laps, trapping them in together like babies in a double highchair. 

"What kinda stuff are you into?" Y/N asks. She glances at Natasha. Natasha's face is only a few inches from hers, and her eyes are moving around Y/N's torso and neck before locking with her gaze.

"Whatever you're into," Natasha says. 

Y/N's stomach flips. "Okay..." She clears her throat and hits "shuffle" on her Netflix profile. 

A quiet period drama she's never seen starts playing. It seems pretty benign and not particularly interesting, which is exactly what she was hoping for. Y/N tries to look casual, but every inch of her body is on fire and acutely aware of every small move Natasha makes beside her. Natasha shifts her hips and chuckles. 

"Ow." 

"You okay?" Y/N asks quickly. 

"Small bed," Natasha offers. She bops her head gently against the wall as an example of the close quarters and smiles. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Y/N says, immediately insecure that she's being pushy and weird. "I can um, I can move to my roommate's bed, or—" Natasha moves one arm behind Y/N's back and one under her knees. She pulls her into her lap. It's not as obscene as it could have been, because Natasha has a pillow over her thighs, so there's a buffer between her crotch and Y/N's ass. Tragically. 

"Oh," Y/N breathes. 

"Yeah, this works." Natasha watches her face carefully as she pulls the blanket from her knees and up around Y/N's shoulders. 

"Are you still cold?" she whispers. 

Y/N's entire body is flush as she turns her head back to the laptop. "No, ma'am." Natasha's arms tuck Y/N close to her chest, and she rests her chin on her shoulder near her neck. Y/N can feel her exhale, and her skin prickles everywhere it touches.

They pretend to watch the show, but every ounce of Y/N's attention is on Natasha's right hand tracing slow circles on her hipbone. It seems like an innocent caress at first, but the longer it goes on, the more Y/N's mind transforms it into something incredibly suggestive. 

Natasha's finger catches the band of her underwear and Y/N inhales sharply. Natasha's hand immediately retreats. 

"I'm sorry," she says. "I just... Sorry if I misread something." 

Y/N twists to catch Natasha's mouth in a kiss. Her landing was abrupt, but she softens and slows to give Natasha time to adjust. Am I really doing this? Y/N's not sure how seriously she's taking the alleged curse, but she's always wished she was more daring with women.

Men are so easy, but Y/N can count the number of women she's initiated a kiss with on one hand. Natasha exhales and relaxes back into the pillow, gathering Y/N into both arms. It starts tame, polite and close-mouthed. Then Natasha's lips part to lick along Y/N's. 

Y/N opens her mouth to give Natasha access. She feels her smile. Natasha's tongue gently slips inside until it touches Y/N's. Y/N loses track of lips and tongues and forgets where she is until Natasha's teeth trap her bottom lip. Y/N moans. 

"That okay?" Natasha whispers. 

"That's so okay," Y/N says. 

She flips around to face Natasha with her legs around her hips. She wraps a hand around Natasha's neck and jaw to pull her face toward her. Natasha's pupils go dark, and she kisses Y/N. Hard. Y/N whimpers and quietly rocks her hips, trying to find some friction against the pillow to satiate the burning need that's been growing between her legs since they got back to the dorm. She's never been so attracted to anyone this quickly.

Natasha has something that's driving her insane, and she needs more, now. The pillow is soft, giving her nearly no satisfaction. She reaches behind her to pull it away, but Natasha's quicker. She slides down a little further so she can pull Y/N against the trunk of her midsection. Her abs feel even harder than they look. With just her underwear separating them, Y/N purrs at the sensation of warmth from Natasha's body against her clit. 

She grinds unabashedly. Natasha's fingers curl roughly into her hips, dragging her harder. She bucks her body in time with Y/N's movement. "Oh, shit..." Y/N's thoughts go hazy. She has a death grip on Natasha's shoulders, and she's sliding as hard as she can up and down her flexed belly. It feels better than any sex she can remember having. Natasha makes her head swim. One of Natasha's hands stays firmly on Y/N's hip, but the other moves to grip an ass cheek. 

"Yeah, baby," Y/N whispers. "That feels so good." 

Natasha seems to take that as an invitation and moves her hand down Y/N's crack to press her fingers against her asshole. She doesn't push inside, she just applies a delicious pressure outside of her panties that makes Y/N buck even wilder. 

"Are you going to cum on me like that, Y/N?" Natasha asks. 

"Do you want me to?" Y/N pants. 

"Yes." 

"Tell me. Tell me to do it." 

"Mmm." Natasha tightens her grip on her hip and increases the pressure she's putting on Y/N's ass. 

"Harder." Y/N doesn't need to be told twice. She grinds harder and whimpers. 

"Good girl," Natasha mutters in her ear. "That's a good girl." 

Y/N bites her lip. She's panting fast from the exertion and excitement, and her legs shake. 

"Cum for me," Natasha whispers. "I want to feel it."  

Y/N gasps and orgasms immediately. It rips through her whole body, from her scalp to her spasming pussy. Natasha must be able to feel it, because she groans and presses her hand against everything she can reach without moving Y/N's underwear. She keeps her grip hard there until Y/N calms down and rests against Natasha. Natasha releases Y/N's hip and brushes her hair behind her ear. 

"Very, very good girl," she whispers. 

Y/N shudders with pleasure and kisses Natasha's shoulder. With her demanding need met, an awkwardness creeps into her consciousness. She just humped a stranger's abs and came on her. She notices how wet she is now, and Natasha is definitely slick with her. That's an embarrassing thing to do, right? Natasha doesn't seem to think so. She's nuzzling her face from Y/N's shoulder into her hair and back. 

"Can I touch you?" Natasha asks. 

"You can do literally anything you want to me," Y/N says, out of breath. 

"Turn over." Natasha's voice is firm, but not rough. 

Y/N doesn't mind obeying. In fact, she's happy to. She didn't realize how much she enjoys being told what to do. This is kind of new. She turns over again, struggling on shaking legs, settling onto the pillow in Natasha's lap. She thinks about pulling it out again, but Natasha's already pinned her down with a hard arm across her hips. Y/N leans back against her chest contentedly, dropping her head to rest against Natasha's shoulder. 

"Do your worst," she says, completely comfortable and trusting with this stranger. 

Natasha keeps an arm around her hips, leaving her other hand free to rub across Y/N's thighs. She makes gentle routes up the outside of her thigh, down the inside, crushingly skipping her pussy, slipping around to squeeze her ass. Y/N hums contentedly, loving the feeling of surrendering control to this incredibly attractive woman.

This feels like a scenario she would dream up. Natasha pulls the blanket over Y/N, then tugs the buttons of her flannel until it's fully opened. She runs her hands over Y/N's midsection, up to her bra. She doesn't move it or take it off, opting to grab her gently over the thin material. 

Y/N's nipples are hard as soon as she touches them. When Natasha feels how quickly they respond to her, she growls. Y/N giggles. "Was that a growl?" Natasha bites gently at her earlobe and Y/N's eyes flutter closed. She presses her back harder into Natasha's chest. Natasha's hand grabs her whole pussy over her underwear and Y/N gasps, then moans so Natasha knows it's a good gasp.

She pushes her hips up to get more friction against her palm. Natasha's hand slips under the band, and her fingers are gentle in their exploration. She pets Y/N's soft curls, which are sopping wet, alternating between gentle tickles with her fingertips and rough grabs of the whole situation. 

Y/N rocks her hips again, silently begging to be fucked, but she's enjoying Natasha following her whims too much to request anything different. She doesn't have to wait long, though. Natash parts her pussy lips with her middle finger and runs along the length of it, dipping inside once to wet her finger and back out to rub circles on her clit. 

"Ohh," Y/N breathes. "Oh, you're good at that." Natasha releases Y/N's hip, dragging that hand up her middle, between her breasts, to wrap her throat. Her right hand moves from Y/N's clit to push three fingers inside her. She gasps. 

"You like that?" Natasha asks. Y/N nods hard. "Fuck my hand," she commands. 

Y/N braces her palms on Y/N's hips and pushes her hips up obediently. She finds a rhythm and winds her hips in circles as she slams into Natasha's fingers. 

"Fuck," Y/N whispers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's so good." 

Natasha pulls her closer, biting her shoulder and keeping her free hand wrapped around Y/N's throat. Y/N is thrilled to realize that Natasha's legs have spread further, and she's fucking the pillow. Y/N wishes the pillow wasn't there so she could feel Natasha against her ass and inside of her at the same time.

That thought makes her groan loudly, and she bounces against Natasha's fingers harder. They're so thick, and she can feel her orgasm already growing again. She grabs Natasha's wrist with one hand to push her in as far as she'll go, her eyes rolling back in her head at how long they are. She's fucked men with shorter penises. God, this feels amazing. 

Natasha's panting just as loudly. "Good girl," she moans. "Good girl. Come on now." 

Y/N knows what Natasha wants, so she slams her hips harder, pulling Natasha's fingers all the way inside with each thrust so she can rub her clit against the heel of Natasha's hand. Natasha jerks her hips harder too, then finally releases her grip on Y/N's throat to tap her middle and ring fingers against her mouth. Y/N opens her lips and sucks the fingers in. Natasha pushes them to the back of her tongue, and Y/N eagerly opens her throat. When Natasha growls and grinds harder at the first choking noise, Y/N takes the fingers deeper and gags again. Natasha fucks her with both hands, and Y/N gets closer with every choke. 

"That's my good girl," Natasha whispers so quietly it's almost imperceptible over Y/N's moans. 

Her pussy clenches on Natasha's fingers, and Natasha pushes all the way inside, gripping onto her with her other fingers, like she needs to hold herself inside or she'll die. Y/N's back arches, and Natasha slides her fingers from her mouth so Y/N can moan. 

"Oh, my God! FUCK!" She arches harder as her orgasm rattles her body. 

Natasha grunts and shudders, gripping Y/N's hips with both arms and thrusting against her, hard, three more times before she relaxes. "Did you just—" Y/N starts, then stops. Natasha clearly came. Y/N smiles and flips over to straddle Natasha's hips. The stupid pillow is still in the way, so she reaches down to pull it out, but Natasha grabs her chin and pulls her into a long, gentle kiss. Y/N forgets where she is again. Natasha shudders a long inhale. 

"Mmm." She pulls from the kiss and looks at Y/N. "You're fun." 

"You're fun, what the fuck." Y/N chuckles. "I thought you were weird and creepy when I saw you in class. I mean—" Natasha narrows her eyes, then grips Y/N's chin and pushes three fingers into her mouth. The three that were just inside of Y/N's cunt. Y/N's heart thrums with excitement. She keeps eye contact with Natasha as she runs her tongue thoroughly over and between each digit, sucking contentedly as she cleans up her own mess. Then she pushes Natasha's hand in further, opening her throat to take the fingers as far down as they can go. Her throat constricts, and she gags until her eyes water. Natasha watches her with a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Y/N sucks hard as she pulls Natasha's hand back out. Natasha's pupils are dilated again, and she swallows. 

"Anything else you'd like from me?" Y/N whispers. 

Keys rattle outside the door, and it's opening before they can react. Y/N slides between Natasha and the wall, tugging the blanket up around her shoulders. Peggy walks in and rolls her eyes as soon as she sees them. 

"Y/N. Communal space." 

"I was just leaving," Natasha says. She slips from the blanket without uncovering Y/N. She grabs her jacket and wraps it around her waist before tugging on her boots. She leaves without tying them, and without a goodbye. 

Y/N watches the closed door. Fuck.

[shoku-and-awe]

Complicated anxiety post!

I scheduled a fancy haircut thinking I’d be excited by the time it rolled around, and now the free cancellation window has closed but I’m still :|

I know I *need* a haircut. It’s gotten so long that I hate washing it (it clings all the way down my back and literally makes me whimper with grossness). So I wash it less often than I like, and not wanting to wash it makes me put off swimming and exercise and other things that make me feel good. It also gets super tangled and dry, and I have to braid it every night before bed, and if I wear it up/braided too often, it makes my scalp hurt. (Also, the braid falls on my dog when I pick him up and bothers him.)

I know a haircut is inevitable. Both sides are shaved and the ponytail keeps getting thinner and thinner. Also I have several inches of crunchy dead ends.

I want to keep the length because it looks cool to have shaved sides and just a big messy pile on top. (Also: sunk cost fallacy.) I also feel like it’s a compromise with Japanese beauty standards: I don’t really perform femininity, and societal pressure is so strong, and also having long hair like a pretty lady makes me less threatening as a scary foreigner; I don’t also need to look unfeminine or uncategorizable.

(The pressure here is really next level. People say “I’ve noticed you don’t wear makeup” in the tone I’d use for “I’ve noticed you don’t wear pants.” I once asked my Japanese ex why she did a full face of makeup just to run to 7-11, and she said, “It’s just basic manners.” It’s really hard to not conform! And I already don’t conform. (Should that make it easier? Sure! Does it? Fuck off with your logic—hair does not operate on logic!))

Making it harder is that my face is fatter than the last time I had short hair. (And older.) It probably won’t look good anymore! And even if it does, I don’t think I’ll be able to see it, and I will walk away shaken.

I could make a less dramatic change, but I’m not sure how viable that will actually be. Transitioning an undercut is complicated, and I’ve had hairstylists here respond to suggestions with “Yeah, that’s just not possible” (and Japan = rules do not bend). Also, pricewise, this is not a place I’d go for a trim; I went and called in the experts, and I’m not ready for them.

Also, time pressure. If I’m going back to bangs, I have to do it well before warm weather hits and we’re doing concrete jungle with 80% humidity. I’ve made that mistake before. You need a transition period. Emotionally, and to train your hair!

The one uncomplicated upside is that I have a cool silver stripe in my hair if it’s parted a certain way, so I can finally get my haircut that makes me Rogue! I’ve wanted that for years.

I plan to consult with the stylist, but I’m honestly no longer sure enough to know what to say. And I told him that it was a big haircut but I knew what I wanted!

要するに, it would be so much easier if this war was just society vs. my preferred expression/presentation. There’s other parties begging me to cut: exercise!!! hygiene!!!! scalp pain (grim!)!!! my little dog!!!

[multifandomslxt]

REQUESTED: best hair styles the Neos have had

Taeil

I won’t allow y’all to lie to me and tell me that Chain era Taeil was mid. It was not. He saved millions from starvation by serving a full course meal with this hair.🫶🏿😭😭 honestly idk how some people don’t find him attractive. If he told me to get on my knees and suck I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Honorable mention:

Johnny

Honestly, I couldn't choose. But Black Hair Johnny will always have a foot on my throat. Especially when it's wet? oh absolutely.

Taeyong

Call me whatever you want but Taeyong's hair in sticker era changed the trajectory of my life. It was the undercut and flames combo.

Yuta

The long black hair. In a man bun, ponytail, half up half down, or let loose. It doesn't matter. This hairstyle is simply one for the books

Honorable mention: red hair Yuta.

Kun

Red hair Daddy Kun. HE ATE DOWWNNNNN. this was the same hair that caused the iconic "red sweat" incident. All in all, it made him look so damn powerful.

Doyoung

All my Doie bitches to the FRONT!!! Listen I have a lot of favorite hairstyles when it comes to this man, but nothing can beat the hairstyle he had in the resonance era I fear. Honestly, him in dark hair is enough to end me.

Ten

Two words. Phantom. Mullet. Bitch it’s mf Chittaphon Leechaiyahpornkul. He looks good in everything 😭😭. I’m honestly jealous of his ‘slay scale’ in general cuz that butch is always on 10🥹.

Jaehyun

I have two hairstyles. Favorite era and His natural fluffy hair. He is so fucking gorgeous.

WinWin

THIS.

Jungwoo

his sticker hair will always be iconic to me. It was different and it fit him perfectly.

Mark

Listen. When Mark started acting up it was because of this hair. Tallm bout he thought girls liked guys with short hair. No bitch. I'm down bad for him yo. also adding his recent hair too because he caused chaos in NCITY overnight.

Xiaojun

This man is the prettiest bitch I've ever seen in my entire life. He sings fucking amazingly and looks like an angel.

Hendery

Pretty in pink.

Renjun

the iconic two-toned hair. idgaf if you don't like this

I do. I fucking love it. He is the reason I breathe.

Jeno

Can you tell I have a thing for black hair and undercuts? lmaooo

Haechan

Red is his color. I think colors like this match his skin tone perfectly.

Jaemin

Do I really have to defend this? no, no I don't.

YangYang

Our bad bich Yang Yang was giving us Etheral tingz with this lewwkkkk

Chenle

The pink streaks were iconic. GLITCH MODE 4 EVAAA

Jisung

The silver hair made a cultural impact.

[astaraels]

You don’t get how bad I need your fem!gallavich headcanons 😭😭 (that being said pls - with no pressure - share some 🙏🙏🙏)

OKAY DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT A LOT OF THEM TO SHARE WITH YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR SOME GOOD WLW FEM!GALLAVICH FEELS (these may be a little all over the place but just roll with me here okay? okay here we go)

to start with, Ian is a nickname for Lillian, Mickey is a nickname for Mykhaila (Ukrainian feminine form of Mikhailo)—they'd still go by Ian and Mickey, because if Lip can be a nickname for Phillip then all bets are fucking off :p

technically all of this started with my brain going "lesbian gallavich with hella self image issues" because they don't feel like they can measure up to their "prettier" sister (Mandy and Fiona) but both of them thinking the other is gorgeous as hell. Mickey being kind of a femme/butch (which is why she's the one who calls the shots with her brothers, she's the tomboy compared to Mandy), and Ian wanting to be all pretty and femme but doesn't think there's a point to it because money and also she doesn't think highly of herself

things would be way different for them both as lesbians—Ian would definitely still be the forgotten middle child, although she and Lip would still be Fiona's backup ("you two are my rocks") because I refuse to believe that girl Ian wouldn't be just as committed to ROTC and fitness as canon Ian. She'd be able to kick anyone's ass any day of the week. I think she'd really look up to Lip and ofc he'd love Ian as his little sister but like, with the same kind of condescending vibe he gives Fiona and Debbie? Although maybe since they're practically twins his misogyny toward Ian wouldn't be as blatant.

she'd still be taller than him (tallest Gallagher no matter what!) and have long red hair that she just throws back in a bun or ponytail all military style. I can't see her having short hair just because short cuts can be a lot to maintain, better just to let it grow and keep it pulled back. (I know, I've thought way too much about the little stuff lol)

Mickey would be very punk. With an undercut and all kinds of piercings. Mandy gets more attention from boys but Mickey does get her share, although of course she's like blegh. She'd rather be kicking ass and taking names and proving to her dad that she's just as good at being a fuckin Milkovich as Iggy and Colin—she's got more brains than both of them combined and she's smart as a whip when it comes to doing math, as well as where scamming people is concerned. Terry would begrudgingly acknowledge this but never misses a chance to put her down because she's just another dumb bitch. Only serves to make Mickey more determined to show what she can do, though, and her brothers and cousins are no match for her when it comes to scrappy back alley fighting. She climbed to the top of the heap early on and punches out anyone who tries to take her on.

Ian absolutely falls in the lesbian stereotype of wearing flannel constantly. I feel like she would want to do girly sorts of things but like, doesn't feel she'd measure up to Fiona or other girls so she just sticks with "comfortable" as her main fashion staple. Her and Debbie probably share a room too, although as I said above, she's still super close with Lip. Debbie would ADORE her big sister, would look up to and admire Ian because they've got so much in common—it might even be that she finds Ian's lesbian porn and that's how she knows about it ("penetration isn't required for sex to occur").

I'm not sure how they'd meet in this au but it would still probably involve Mickey chasing Ian around trying to beat her up lmao. my original thought was maybe like, either Mickey chased after Ian because of something Lip did in a reverse of canon, or Mandy thought Ian was talking shit about her. Regardless, the idea of 5'1" Mickey chasing after 5'9" Ian is hilarious especially because I feel like Ian would end up being almost six foot tall by the time she's done with puberty.

even once Ian and Mandy end up being bffs (there'd definitely be some miscommunication, but Ian doesn't wanna get murdered by the Milkovich siblings, so she manages to clear the air with Mandy when she can get away from Mickey and their brothers), Ian probably wouldn't tell Mandy she's gay, gotta keep that shit on lock. So once they're besties she's gotta endure all the boy talk and be like oh haha yeah totally…but at some point Mandy would figure it out, probably because she's not dumb and also Ian "play what cool" Gallagher is not as subtle as she thinks she is. But Mandy, other than asking if Ian has the hots for her ("you're beautiful, but I like you better as my friend"), is actually pretty chill and realizes she doesn't actually mind hanging out with a lesbo. Yes, Ian and Mandy and Mickey would use all the derogatory slurs that get used towards lesbians, although Ian is used to the casual homophobia and Mickey is the most homophobic gay ever (I feel like she'd definitely call herself a fag and a dyke once she gets more comfortable in her identity).

idk how the whole grooming thing with Kash and Ned would transfer over—maybe Ned would be some rich lesbian cougar who wants a kept girl or something. But that's unfortunately a big part of Ian's character, the middle kid who's the only one to be physically abused (and yeah, Frank would still hit Ian, boy or girl), and is desperate for any kind of affection so attaches to anyone who gives it. Kash might be a (seemingly) meek wife to some bruiser of a husband who's short and has small dog syndrome, and that makes her sympathetic in Ian's eyes, thus making it easier for her to take advantage of Ian. I try not to think about Kash too much but it is an important part of Ian's self-image

I'm gonna talk about s3 in its own post because I have some Thoughts and Ideas for some changes to make things interesting :p

season 4 would be really even more depressing because I think that when Ian is manic (there'd be no running away to the army because she couldn't use Lip's identity; instead she'd go straight her sugar mama and from there calls Monica when things get too wild) she'd end up getting pimped out by Monica to really gross straight dudes—not that there aren't creeper lesbians who like younger women, but in general it'd be easier for her to find a job stripping at a regular club (lesbian bars don't seem to have the same opportunities as a straight bar or a men's gay bar do wrt making money). Poor Lip and Debbie finding her in the skimpiest outfit, worse than anything Fiona ever had to wear for a job, with way too much makeup on and dollar bills tucked in her underwear, coked out as hell, skinny enough you can see her hipbones, brain and mouth going about 300 miles a minute...ugh.

But Mickey coming and bringing her home safe and sound <3 beating up the skeevy guys trying to roofie her <33 watching over Ian while she sleeps <333

In a happier train of thought, I love the idea that Mickey really likes Ian's long hair and plays with it when she's not really thinking and Ian gets all 😍😍😍 because it means Mickey might like her omg. Mickey has a partial undercut and Ian loves the texture of the shaved part of her hair. Tells her not to let it grow back out and everything.

Mickey having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her stupidly tall gf ("You're too tall, Red" "Complain all you want, Mick, you know you like it”). Mickey likes getting manhandled but only by Ian—anyone else tries it and they're losing a hand. But Ian shoves her against a wall and does her whole cocky, smug, looming thing and Mickey can't help but melt in her arms (not that she'd let Ian know about it, not at first; gotta make Gallagher work for that shit. Just cause she's a fag doesn't mean that she's anyone's bitch!).

I also like to think that Ian would try the super femme thing in s4 era and Mickey, once out, would be a little more comfortable being more butch, but they both come off as a mix? I just love the idea of fem!gallavich playing with gender stuff in that very specific lesbian relationship with gender—on one of Mickey's more butch days Ian jokes and calling Mickey her boyfriend and Mickey being like oh

personally I feel like Mickey in her dyke era (s5) is an absolute pint-sized powerhouse, and still an absolute fashion icon because those cut-off vests? the tank tops? perfection🤌🏻

most of my thoughts are of early gallavich because I think things would go much differently since Sammi can't call the MPs on Ian in this au, but lemme just say that there's some fun stuff I'll be adding in another ask to add to the DRAMA

[leoleolovesdc]

Bats and my hair-headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ctkira]

For the ship doodle thing.

Kailor pls

rollerskating date where skylor tries to teach kai except he sucks so bad at it so she just picks him up bc it's more efficient. definitely for no other reason. yep

slapped color on this because it was incomprehensible without lmao

(also havent drawn much of skylor or kai somehow so probably wont be consistent with these designs. undercut ponytail skylor currently owns all of my heart tho)

thoughts beneath! (spoiler-free for crystalised)

i really like kailor on paper but it feels like the show didn't know how to handle skylor post-s4 (on account of her being an absolute elemental powerhouse without any defined drawbacks for so many seasons) and so kailor doesn't get anywhere near as much screentime or development as the other canon relationships. as a result, fanon tends to be more interesting to me than the actual canon state of kailor (who apparently aren't even official??? lmao?? 😭😭)

that aside, s4 was pretty solid with these two (even if i wish kai got a bit more of an arc outside of his romance with skylor) and the part in s7 where kai goes to skylor to sort out his feelings about his potentially evil parents is also really nice to think about.

so yeah, i think they are pretty neat :)

[sunny-desk]

4,252 Days Chapter 1: Day 1, Pt 1

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Fic Summary: FTWD re-written to include an OC named Gemma who has a platonic relationship/friends with benefits situation with Nick Clark and then goes on to be with Troy Otto. Chapter Summary: Gemma sees a guy run into the road and get hit by a car Word Count: 1177 Author’s Note: This is a big commitment, hopefully I stick with it. I'm excited. Gif from here.

“Please say you’re calling with good news.” Gemma can feel the pre-emptive disappointment radiating through the phone, almost hotter than the 8AM summer sunshine beating down on her as she walks along the street.

“Hello, Olivia. It’s so good to hear your voice. I’m doing well, thank you. How about you?” Sarcasm and semi-fake niceness hung on every word.

“Stop stalling, we saw each other an hour ago, you know how I am. How did it go? Did they suspect the undercut? Because I told you, Gem, it’s silly but it’s true, they’ll judge you for it.”

“It went great, Liv.” Gemma replied simply, not wanting to keep this going and make her friend more annoyed at her than she knows she already is. “No undercut suspected, zero tattoos spotted. I have to go in for a bit of training tomorrow but after that it’s a long weekend before I start properly on Monday.”

Olivia lets out a sigh of genuine relief through the phone, Gemma can tell she’s smiling as she talks. “That’s great, Gem! Really, that’s so great. I have to get back to work but I'll see you back home later, okay? We can talk about it more then. Maybe plan a way to celebrate a little? Alcohol free, of course.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Talk later.”

Gemma hangs up the phone, puts it in her navy blazer pocket and pulls her hair out of its low ponytail, replacing it with a high one, showing off the undercut Olivia spent 10 minutes stressing about helping her hide this morning. Working in a posh office where she has to hide even the most basic parts of herself isn’t exactly the dream but beggars can’t be choosers. She needs this job. She needs to get back on track.

She can already picture her life a few months from now, a little bit of money in her pocket, new clothes she’s been in need of for weeks, finally able to pay Liv the rent she’s owed. An apartment of her own is the real dream but that might be thinking too big right now and living with Liv definitely isn’t a problem. She can picture it though. Flat screen TV, dark green sofa, huge fluffy rug that feels like you’re walking on a cloud. A bit of saving and hard work at a job she’s pretty sure is going to be mind-numbing and it'll be real before she knows it. There’s a smile on Gemma’s face as she walks down the street thinking of the future. Things might finally be looking up.

-

The loud screech of tyres and the distant thud as something hits the hard road takes Gemma out of her daydream and back to reality. It’s like time freezes for a few seconds as she stops in her tracks, taking in the scene before her.

Black marks on the ground lead up to a small silver car stopped in the middle of the road. Its windshield is smashed and Gemma is pretty sure there’s a small dent on the bumper too. The driver is sitting there, shock on his face, probably not sure if what just happened is his own fault or the fault of the person who just bounced off his windshield and is now laying almost unconscious on the concrete. The other people in the area have stopped too. Some look annoyed that their morning has been disturbed, others look horrified.

There’s a quick rush as time starts again and Gemma runs towards the car and the fallen boy. On closer inspection, he looks rough. No shoes or socks, a half-torn, baggy, white shirt, ill-fitting jeans, hair that seems to not have been brushed in a few days. Gemma peers over her shoulder at a building across the road. She’s been living in the area long enough to know where that boy came running from. It likely wasn't the driver's fault. But it probably wasn’t the boy’s either.

He’s laying on his back, staring up at the sky. Gemma leans over him.

“Hey. Can you hear me? It’s okay. You’re okay,” She says, though she’s not sure that’s true. He looks quickly around him, as much as he can while still laying flat on the floor, and then looks Gemma in the eyes for a second, like he’s checking for something. “Just stay still.”

Looking up, Gemma realises that other than the driver, who took a few seconds to build up the courage to get out of his car and check the damage, she is the only person who has rushed over to help.

“What the hell are they all doing? See a lad get hit by a car and just stand there, seems reasonable, ugh,” she mutters angrily to no one in particular. Looking around quickly, scanning the small crowd, she spots a woman with her phone in her hand and points, “Oi, you, phone someone! Now!”

“No, I’m fine,” the guy mumbles as the woman lifts her phone to call and begins walking over. She hesitates slightly at his comment.

“Ignore him. He’s been hit on the head. Call them.”

He starts trying to sit up, probably faster than he should. Gemma crouches down and reaches out, preparing to attempt to catch him if he starts falling backwards. She makes a mental note to buy some work trousers that she can properly bend in with her first pay cheque. Liv can have these one’s back, if they survive the day.

“I’m fine. I’ll just.. I’ll walk it off, you know. Thanks.” He’s distracted when he says it, not fully in the moment and not looking at Gemma but instead surveying the area once again, searching.

Gemma pretends not to notice. “Walk it off? In whose shoes?” She says it playfully, trying to distract him from whatever this is. He doesn’t seem right. And he can’t just get up and walk this off.

He pauses and takes a look at his grimy, bare feet. “Have you never heard of shoeless hikes? You should try it sometime. It’s great, really.”

Gemma smiles slightly. “Sure it is. Listen, just lay back down, okay? Or at least just stay sitting. You don’t know what could be wrong. The ambulance will be here soon.”

“Nothing is wrong. Uh, I’m Nick, you’re British, it’s.. Tuesday..?” He counts on his fingers. “Well, it’s definitely a weekday. See? Everything..” He starts looking around mid sentence, “...is,” distracted again, more searching, “… fine.”

Gemma follows Nick’s gaze and realises he’s looking at the old abandoned church longer than he’s looking in any other direction. So her assumption was right, that is where he came from.

“I’m Gemma. It’s Wednesday. Stay put.”

Nick turns his head back in her direction. He slumps like he’s lost his fight, exhausted, or has decided whatever he’s worried about doesn’t need worrying about right now. He doesn’t say anything as he lays back down on the floor, giving up his attempts to leave. The shrill sound of an ambulance siren can be heard in the distance.

-

As the ambulance pulls up, accompanied by a police car a dozen feet behind it, the driver of the car finally finds his voice. He’s been standing there for a few minutes, nervously smoothing out his work suit, trying to think of what to say. He speaks fast, trying to get everything out before anyone official gets within hearing distance.

“Listen. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, okay? You seem fine.” He turns to Gemma. “He’ll be fine, right? Nothing needs to come of this. I’ll just... be on my way.”

“Spineless.” Gemma mumbles under her breath before looking back at him. She may not think the incident was necessarily his fault but there’s a way to handle it and it’s not this. Looking directly at him, eyes cold, she continues, “I don’t think you’re going anywhere mate, the police are right there. They’ll want a word, I’m sure. And look at him. Does he look fine?”

Nick is still laying on the floor, not moving much. It's like the adrenaline and shock have finally worn off, leaving him aching all over, able to feel what just happened to him.

Gemma continues. “And unless you fancy running some more people over, I don’t think driving off in that thing is a good idea, do you? You won’t be able to see anything out of that window.”

The man turns back to his car, noting the huge area of smashed windshield, and runs his hand through his already slicked back hair, uncomfortable. Nick ignores what Gemma has just said and looks at the slightly dishevelled man, mumbling a response, “It’s whatever, man. I have bigger things to worry about.”

Gemma looks to Nick, wondering what those bigger things are. You’d assume it was potential head injury or internal damage from being thrown onto the concrete by a hunk of speeding metal but Gemma doesn’t think so. Nick was concerned about something, being hit by a car wasn’t anywhere close to the forefront of his mind.

Before the man can decide what to do the police and paramedics have closed the distance. The police go straight to him, the medics to Nick.

“Okay then, what do we have here?” Says the commanding voice of a tall blonde woman striding over. She’s carrying a large bag of any potential medical supplies Nick may need immediately and is being followed by a man and a stretcher.

“His name is Nick. He ran out into the road and got hit by a car.” Gemma quickly responds.

“Nick, can you tell me how you’re feeling? Let me take a look at you.” The paramedic bends down to Nick. She checks his eyes and makes a ‘hm’ sound.

“I feel fine.” Nick says while she continues looking him over. He doesn’t sound fine. His voice has gotten weaker the longer he’s been laying there.

“Right, okay,” unsurprisingly, the paramedic isn’t convinced. “We should check you out properly anyway. Getting hit by a car can cause a lot of damage you can’t necessarily see. Let’s get you on this stretcher and then we’ll be right on our way to the hospital, okay?” She says it firmly, it’s not really a question. But Nick doesn’t seem to be in a position to argue anyway.

Gemma stands back while the paramedics get Nick up onto the stretcher and as they walk him the short distance to the ambulance she instinctively starts to follow. No one questions her getting into the ambulance with them and taking a seat, not even Nick, who looks over to her but seems to mostly be in his own world now, thinking about who knows what. Maybe he’s thinking about nothing, in too much of a daze. Or maybe, like Gemma, he’s thinking about the church.

[hiwofumi]

𝚊 𝚞 𝚐 𝚞 𝚜 𝚝

Summer love with the Sano boys. Izana’s ver.

For context, the Sanos own a beach house. It’s the same setting for each boy, but on different occasions.

18+ ⭒ MDNI ⭒ 1.7k words

starring ⭒ Manila Arc Izana ⭒ AFAB Reader

tags ⭒ Fluff and smut ⭒ Reader is a bikini wearer ⭒ Whipped Izana ⭒ Public sex ⭒ Finger sucking (Izana does it) ⭒ Ice play ⭒ Face-sitting ⭒ Cowgirl ⭒ His hair is tied

note ⭒ Final entry for @fueledbysano’s Sano Collab! ⭒ Big thank you to the kind @muchoccino for beta reading! Giving you the biggest squeeze ♡

network ⭒ @tokyometronetwork wasn’t mine to lose

versions ⭒ Shinichiro’s ver.⠀Mikey’s ver.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗

𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗’ 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝

You lace your fingers over your stomach, fidgeting demurely. “Is this really necessary?”

Your feet are flat on the sand as you stand in front of a lounging Izana, his body laying sideways on a picnic blanket, his head propped up on one elbow. He eyes you with an eagerness subdued by a lax expression. “Yes. You’ve been keeping it from me too long. I think I deserve a show.”

As if to agree, the wind blows the lower end of your short beach kimono up, granting him a brief look at the garment underneath. You catch his eyes glimmer in excitement, a pair of amethysts under the morning sun.

Before you found yourselves a spot along the shore, you were alone in his room, admiring yourself in a fine bikini you chose with him at the mall. When you first picked it up, you held it against your figure, and he scanned you from head to toe, then he smirked, shooting you a thumbs up. He surprised you at the counter when he purchased it himself. He also surprised you when he insisted in the following days that you present yourself in it before you went to the beach.

“No,” you said for the nth time with a lilt of amusement. After you’ve starved him for days, he was prepared to feast when you walked out of his room this morning.

But to his utter disappointment, what he saw upon whipping his head was another layer of concealment—one he wouldn’t deny looked ravishing on you, but was so . . . hindering.

He decided, then, that it would be the last time the sparkle of anticipation in his eyes faltered.

He waits in front of you now, his hair in a high ponytail which exhibits his clean undercut. His fringe is left at the front, veiling his forehead. His earrings dangle from both ears. He wears only a pair of tropical-patterned swimming trunks, his chest tan without having to bask in the sun.

He flaps his hand impatiently, beckoning you to continue. “Go on,”

At this point, you’re inclined to admire his dedication to this. You think to yourself, Maybe I have been teasing him for too long.

So you put it to an end. You take a deep breath, and with your eyes holding him, you tug on the string securing your robe. When you shed it off, your skin sparkles under the sun, and you reveal to him your golden body kissed by a pretty two-piece.

Here is your moment of truth: his eyes double in size, and his mouth hangs open. You can’t hear it, but you can tell from his lip movement that he mouths, “Holy shit,”

He shifts to a cross-legged sitting position. He seems to have forgotten how to close his mouth, shaping it into a smile you’re grateful to see. It thrusts a boldness into you: you cross one leg over the other, jut your hip out slightly, then put your hand on your hip. The wind, seemingly in favor of you this time, blows your hair back, painting the full image of a beach goddess.

You laugh sheepishly, aware of the risk that you look ridiculous. But you genuinely enjoy yourself, and the prolonging might not have been for naught, after all. “Here’s your show. What do you think?”

His dominance, his cool, and his words—they all seem to have evaporated in the heat.

He bats his eyes, seemingly his last resort to revert to reason. “You’re perfect.”

You grin wider, then you prance forward and tackle him, knocking the air out of his lungs as you fall skin-to-skin.

✱

You’ve mellowed since then. You lie next to each other, you on your stomach, him on folded arms under his head. The sky is a strong, clear blue, a strange but welcome drape over his purple eyes. Your head is dipped into a book, hence your lack of attention for the last three ice cubes he’s tossed into his mouth. They came from a cooler of beers he carried along when you left the house to lie in the sand.

His head lolls to your side. He watches your side profile, starting from the curl of your lashes, ending in the balls of your feet. He knows this sight well. You read like this often; when you laze at the park in the afternoon or wait for him to wake up in the morning. He would be well-rested after a long night of lovemaking, finding you naked and partially covered in sheets, a book on your pillow.

He might have grown attached to this image of you. His stomach warms the longer he admires.

He likes the point where your back arches, starting at your ribs and moving upward. He thinks about what you would look like on top of him, here and now, rolling your hips with the call of his name. He gulps the last of his melted ice down before the thought parches him. When your eyes flick to him, he considers taking another cube from the cooler.

“Yes?” you smile faintly, having felt the intensity of his stare. You reach for his face and stroke the corner of his lip with your thumb. The pattern of his breath changes, you note from how it fans your skin, but his face remains unswayed.

With a slight turn of his head, he takes your thumb into his mouth. You jump at the sudden prickle of wet and cool. “Why’s your mouth so cold?”

“I’ve been eating ice cubes,” he confesses, his tongue hitting the pad of your thumb as he speaks.

“Why have you been eating ice cubes?” you tip your head in question.

“Because,” his eyes trail to the picnic blanket, “you’re hot.”

He meets your eyes again to await a reaction. You blink, then you turn your head away from him and snort. “Please,” you say amusedly.

You close your book with your vacant hand and push it aside, drawing all your attention to him. His tongue continues to swirl around your thumb, indulging in your taste. “How’s it feel?”

“Cold,” you tell him. “I like it.”

He pulls back, leaving your thumb coated in spit. “Would you like it if you felt it elsewhere?”

His hand glides over the back of your thigh, tucking in-between. He rubs your sensitivity delicately. Heat sparks in your nerves.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” you manage to utter in response.

“This whole time.” he affirms. “You’ve just been so . . . fuck,”

You carefully move up from your spot. “Ran out of words?” his eyes follow as your knees straddle his head, your groin above his face. “That’s okay. You won’t be needing any.”

He hastens to tug your bikini down, clasping your hips to pull you toward him. When his cool tongue meets your slick cunt, you cry.

You rock against his mouth, the cold accompanied by his warm breath, making for a wakeful sensation that drives you to curl your fist in his hair. His tongue flicks your throbbing clit, flattens over your fluttering lips, and you mewl as you roll harsher, tingles shooting down your legs and up your stomach. “Izana,” you gasp when his hands move to your ass and squeeze.

He relishes the sweetness, the dripping honey he takes into his tongue. His gaze falls to your arched neck, to your gaping mouth where noises tumble relentlessly. You bow your head to see him, admiring how your fingers pull his fringe backward and unmask his forehead, where thin sweat sheens. It glistens like his mesmeric eyes, like his pillow-soft lips as they press zealously against your cunt.

His lips pucker over your slit, then they trail up to your clit, sucking in hard patterns. Your knees draw toward each other until they press his temples, your thighs clenching as the heat intensifies. Your vacant hand joins the one in his hair, tugging off the tie that holds it together; the more you rock above him and rake your fingers through, the more his wavy strands spread across the blanket. Your nails mark his scalp in fervor, messing his hair even more.

Your eagerness swells, and you bounce as you roll over his tongue. You stain the edges of his mouth with the fluid you leak for him, his nose meeting your pubic mound. He says in his muffled voice, “’M hard,” and although your mind spins in circles, you comprehend it.

You slow down, and your hand loosens from his hair. “Let me,” you tell him, your chest heaving.

He lets go of your ass, then you crawl backward, aligning yourself to his groin. You eye the tent centering his trunks, and without hesitance, you pull the garter down. His erection has a tiny drop at the tip, and you run your thumb over it, spreading it down his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, moaning with the movement of your hand before you position your entrance above his tip. You lower yourself carefully, shivering with him as you do.

You pause to take in his size, eyeing each other with panting mouths. “You’re so hot,” he exhales. “I could come just by looking at you.”

A smirk suits your face, and your palms flatten on his stomach. “Fill me,” you say as you grind on him. You moan the further he stretches your cunt, exhaling with length when he presses your sweet spot. “Oh,” you breathe sharply. “Fuck. That’s it.”

He grunts, clutching your hips again, adding force to every rock of your hips down his cock. While your skin makes harsh contact, your fluid stains his balls and inner thighs. He hears the sound of slapping even amidst the waves; it has him losing touch with his sanity, adding weight to his falling eyelids.

“Izana,” you cry above him, “you fuck me so good.”

Your bodies strain to the point of shivering, and your rapid pace spills vowels out of his mouth. Your cunt clenches around his throbbing cock, and you lose your fiery rhythm amidst the rush to orgasm. His stomach is hot, his chest fluttering.

“Come inside me,” you whine. With a loud groan, he releases, filling you on the inside.

You slow down on top of him before stopping altogether. You rest your weight on him, and he embraces you as you pant heavily. You feel his chest expand and contract against yours.

His palm glides over your back, soothing you with each stroke. “You’re the loveliest.”

You smile over the crook of his neck, nuzzling his skin affectionately. “Thank you. Let’s have some beer.”

[youhideastar]

Deleted Scenes from new look!

As promised, here are the deleted scenes from my brand-new wlw Wangxian fic, new look! Heads-up that there's some nsfw text behind the cut.

The fic itself is pretty short, so there’s only two deleted scenes – both false starts from the beginning of the fic. Once the train got rolling, it stayed on its track pretty well, thankfully.

The finished fic begins with what’s really a prologue, laying out Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s shared history through makeup. But my preference, always, is to show rather than tell (that’s a preference, not a rule – telling is essential sometimes), so my first crack at beginning the fic was this:

There’s a noise of dismay from the open door of their shared bathroom. “Lan Zhan!”

“Mn?”

Wei Ying pokes her head out of the bathroom doorway, looking apologetic. “My makeup is taking over your bathroom counter again – you should have said something! I’ll dump this crap somewhere else.”

Lan Zhan walks over to lean against the doorway. She surveys the vanity, which is indeed now home to assorted brushes, palettes, bottles, and cylinders of mysterious provenance. Good.

“Wei Ying,” she says gently, taking her girlfriend’s hand. “No.”

Wei Ying blinks. “No?”

“Wei Ying. You live here,” Lan Zhan reminds her. She understands why Wei Ying needs many reminders. “It is not my bathroom counter. It is our bathroom counter. And you may strew it with as many cosmetics as you desire.”

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying mumbles, folding herself into Lan Zhan’s chest; Lan Zhan’s arms come up to hold her with the ease of instinct. She should always be holding Wei Ying.

Wei Ying’s face is tucked into the curve of Lan Zhan’s neck, because sometimes Wei Ying likes to pretend that Lan Zhan is taller than she is. Into that hollow, Wei Ying mutters, “’Strew it’? Who says strew it?”

“I do.”

“You fucking nerd,” Wei Ying says. “I love you. And I’ll prove it by ‘strewing’ my makeup all over y—our bathroom counter.”

Lan Zhan holds her a little closer. “See that you do,” she says, comfortable.

So cute!!! If I do say so myself. But it just was not conveying as much information as I needed to convey. So then I wrote up the current, prologue-y beginning, which was originally going to be followed by this:

And now that Wei Ying’s palettes and brushes have taken over half the bathroom vanity—now that the kitchen table is stained with stray drops of nail polish—Lan Zhan likes knowing that, when people see Wei Ying in her crimson-lined lips and mascara-darkened lashes, long hair spilling out of her high ponytail, holding hands with clean-faced, short-haired Lan Zhan… they think it means something about what she and Wei Ying do in bed.

She likes knowing that they’re full of shit.

People think the careful penciled arch of Wei Ying’s eyebrow means that it’s Wei Ying panting underneath her, elbows giving out, moaning high in her throat when she’s not whining, “Lan Zhan, how could you, ah – have mercy, have mercy on your poor Wei Ying, ah!”

Which it is, sometimes.

But it’s this, too: Lan Zhan on her knees, no thought in her mind but please her, please her, face upturned in worship as Wei Ying uses her mouth, one hand clenched in her hair, murmuring, “That’s it, just like that, my good Lan Zhan – always so good for me.”

It had surprised Wei Ying, too, in fact, when they first talked about it.

“Really?” she had asked – Lan Zhan didn’t miss the hope hiding under her disbelief. “But you’re so…” She waved her hand at Lan Zhan: her square shoulders; her undercut; her bra meant to contain rather than display.

“Is it so hard to believe?” Beat. “That I might want to give you everything I am – put all of it at your service? That I might want to worship you as you deserve?”

Wei Ying swallows. Her eyes have gone dark; hungry. “No,” she says, rough, “that sounds like you.” Beat. She looks vulnerable. “I always wanted to, but no one else—” Beat. “They only wanted the—the other stuff.”

“They were fools,” Lan Zhan says, serene. Wei Ying admitted early on that she likes it when Lan Zhan is mean about her exes. Lan Zhan is all too happy to oblige.

This is very close, actually, to what we get in the final version, especially toward the end. But the beginning, with Lan Zhan thinking about how other people perceive them as a couple, didn’t really fit with where the fic was going – the focus is and should be pretty tightly on perceptions of Lan Zhan specifically. That said, I do wish I could have found an efficient way, in the finished fic, to signal that they switch. Not for any story-serving reason, just because it would make me happy. ☺️

That’s all – I hope you enjoyed!

[bteezxyewriter12]

BTS Run

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- ponytail Yoongi, rough sex, handcuffs, collar, use of slut and whore, dirty talk, breeding kink, pussy eating, deepthroat blow job, fucking from behind, riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, so much fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway @kjqueen05

J POV

"Uh what do you want me to do?"

"Put my hair up jagi"

I thought that's what he said

"Seriously?"

He smirks, "Yeah jagi. Half up, half down"

"You are trying to kill me", I grumble

He just smirks wider

"Not nice"

He knows certain hairstyles on him drive me insane

Undercuts, his long hair and when it's up in ponytails

He does it on purpose to rile me up, wearing his hair up all day everyday at home

"Please jagi?", he pouts

I roll my eyes, "You are so fucking lucky I love you"

He gives me a smile and of course I melt

"Sit", I grumble

He sits in front of me and I finger comb his hair

"Mmm jagi", he whimpers

He loves when I play with his hair

It relaxes him and when he's tired it puts him to sleep

Our kids are just like him too

Playing with their hair puts them to sleep

"Yeah yeah", I answer, separating some of his hair and finger combing it into a ponytail

"Hair tie naekkeo?"

"Don't you have one baby?"

I sigh

Of course I have one

Reaching over for my bag, I pull out the baggy of hair ties

"Here", I say, "Open it for me"

He does and I reach in, taking out a black hair tie

I wrap the tie around the ponytail until it's secure

Then I smooth down the rest of his hair that's not in the ponytail

"There naekkeo", I say, taking the baggy bag, closing it and dropping it in my bag

He reaches for me, tugging my hand and I move in front of him

He pulls me in his lap, cuddling me, nuzzling into my neck

"Thanks jagi. My pretty baby", he murmurs, "My perfect wife"

Giggling, I say, "Stop baby. All I did was put your hair up"

"No jagi. You do so much more. Making me look good for our shoots and performances"

"It's my job naekkeo", I laugh

That's how I met him, when I was hired as one of their makeup artists

I've been with them since before debut, been with Yoongi since 2014 and we got married in 2016

He's the best husband in the world and I'm so lucky to have him

"Ok Jo", he says, "You're still perfect jagi. You always supported me, was always understanding, always by my side, never left when it got hard. You do everything for me, gave me two beautiful kids and you're just my everything. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi. So much. You're my perfect everything. My naekkeo"

He smiles, then presses his perfect lips against mine

Moving my arms around his neck, I kiss him, loving the way his lips feel on mine

His tongue moves against mine, both of us moaning softly

I feel his cock harder under me, turning me on

"Stop baby. You can't dance with a hard dick", I tell him between kisses

"I can't help it jagi. Everything about you is just hot. You know I can't touch you, can't kiss you without getting turned on"

"Mmm me too", I say, smiling against his lips before kissing him again

His fingers move under my shirt, trailing along my skin, shivers running down my spine

We get lost in each other until I hear Namjoon

"Hey! Let's go Yoongi!", he shouts, "You can work on baby number three later"

He pulls away from me, glaring at Namjoon, "Fuck off"

Namjoon just rolls his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Let's go. We don't have all day"

I kiss his cheek, turning his face to mine, "Don't get mad naekkeo. Namjoon is just upset that Aera didn't come again. Cut him some slack"

"I told him she's no good for him but he won't listen", he huffs

"He just has to figure that out for himself baby. Just be nice ok"

He sighs, "Ok baby. I'll let it go. But if he says one more shitty thing, I'm gonna tell him off"

I just laugh, "Ok naekkeo. C'mon. I want to see you dancing sexily for me"

He snorts, "Yeah ok jagi"

We get to the practice room, he kisses the top of my head, then walks to the guys while I take a seat behind the cameras

They're gonna do a practice video for Run BTS

I love that song and they got so much praise for the performance they did for it in the Busan concert

Yoongi was completely sexy and I was so turned on I fucked him after that set in a dressing room

Then again at home

And I know he asked to put his hair in the ponytail now for this song so I can fuck him again right after

And he's absolutely right

That is going to happen

After a few minutes they all get into position and the music starts

I watch Yoongi start the song, standing then sitting on a chair

Suddenly Jungkook jumps over him and I'm shocked at that surprise move

As they dance the chorus, I keep my eye on Yoongi

He's such a good dancer

I remember when he used to complain about it when we first met and we're just friends

I always praised him and later found out that he would say that to me just to talk to me

He didn't know what to say so he just complained about dancing

And he says that my praise helped him do better, helped him to see that dancing isn't so bad

And it was an opening for him to keep talking to me, eventually asking me out

He was so slick back then too

His verse comes up and he raps so fast, moving around, doing little dance moves

When he turns his head, I'm hit with his ponytail and his stunning jawline

My god my husband is fucking hot

He's so fucking amazing, such a hard worker, an amazing performer

I've always admired how hard he works for BTS and on his solo songs, his passion for music and how he comes up with all these melodies and lyrics

He really is Min Suga Genius

He moves back to the center, right in the front of the group, dancing and rapping the post chorus

I watch the way his body moves so effortlessly, so smoothly and I can't wait to see him move on top of me

Holy shit, not the place nor the time

He looks at me, smirking before he moves away with the other guys so Jimin can dance and Hobi can rap

I keep my eyes on him, watching him breathing hard right before he gets back into the choreo for the rest of the song

When they're done, he comes over to me, coming right into my open arms, his face buried in my neck

"You were so good baby", I praise him

"Yeah? You're not just saying that?", he breathes

"No naekkeo. You know I never lie to you. You're amazing baby"

He's so sweaty but I don't care

I find it very hot

He's called back to look over the video and he takes me with him

We watch the playback, the guys commenting on their performances

It's decided that everything was good in just one take

I'm not surprised

They're that good

"So we done?", Yoongi asks

Namjoon nods, "Yeah"

"Great. Bye", he says, taking my hand and leading me to be practice room door

"Yoongi!"

"C'mon jagi. We finished early and we have extra time before we have to get the kids from your mom's"

"Naekkeo, they're at my mom's all day. You know she loves taking care of them and we can get them anytime"

My mom watches our two kids, our two year old son Jae-hyuk and our four month old daughter Nari while we both work

Yoongi works a lot more than I do as BTS doesn't always need a makeup artist for things like practice, recording or when they're in their studios

I stay home with the kids most of the time, taking care of them and the house

My mom watches them when I'm at work or Yoongi and I go out together

He still takes me out on dates so we can still spend time together

After the dates we usually go home and yeah we have sex

Those are the times when we can be loud and rough and not have to worry about the kids waking up

"Ok then. Home now", he says, tugging my hand

I follow him out of the building to the car

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The front door slams into the wall as Yoongi shoves it open

He carries me inside, my mouth pressing kisses to his neck

We got home so quickly, he jumped out of the car, picked me up and here we are

Kicking the door closed, he carries me straight to our room, sitting right onto the bed

"Naked now", he growls, pulling on my shirt

I crash my mouth to his, shoving his jacket off as his tongue plays with mine

His hands goes under my shirt, shoving it up my body

He separates from my mouth just for the time it takes for him to peel the shirt off me and for me to take his black shirt off

I love when he wears black shirts

White shirts too

So fucking sexy

He kisses me wildly, turning us and slamming me on the bed

He shoves my pants down and off, grabbing my panties and completely tearing them off, tossing them on the floor

He flips me over, hands undoing my bra, then turning me back on my back, pulling my bra off

He moves me up the bed, laying me on the pillow

Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out handcuffs, smirking at me

I immediately move my hands up to the metal bars of the headboard

"Such a good girl for me", he praises

He sits up, handcuffing me securely to the bed

He reaches over again, pulling out a collar with bells on it

My collar

My cunt gets so much more wet seeing it

"Want to wear it baby?"

I nod eagerly

I do

So much

"Ok baby girl"

I lift my head, letting him put it on me, the tag that says "Master's cockslut" cool against my throat

I lay back down on the pillow, his eyes roaming all over me

"Fuck, my little wife is so fucking beautiful. So sexy"

His gorgeous hands move on my body, starting at my hips, slowly going up, my skin on fucking fire from his touch

"So pretty", he murmurs, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing, his thumbs running over my nipples

I shiver hard, whimpering softly

"Open your legs for me baby"

I immediately spread them as his mouth takes my nipple and he sucks softly

"Yoongi!", I cry, pleasure hitting my body

His mouth keeps on going and I just want to plunge my hands in his hair, pull his ponytail out and pull hard

Unfortunately my hands are tied and I just pull on the handcuffs

"Mm pulling against them already baby?", he teases, pressing kisses down my body, "Let's see how hard you pull on them while I devour your pretty cunt"

With that, he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue licking furiously

And I just scream, euphoria slamming into me

"Fuck jagi, so fucking good baby", he groans

I don't care what anyone says, Yoongi is the king of oral

For both of us, we've only done anything sexual with each other

He was my first and I was his

His tongue is the only one I ever had and the only one I'll ever want

He learned how to be good at it and I know he's the fucking best

He knows what to do with his tongue, how to make me cum quick or how to make it last long

Right now, he's working me up for it to be quick, swirling his tongue between my pussy lips, then circling my slit

I'm waiting impatiently for him to do what I want

He shoves his tongue inside me, wiggling it around and I scream his name, tugging viciously on the handcuffs, my pussy getting so fucking soaked

"Yoongi more. Baby more"

He lets out a completely sexy laugh, that does nothing but bring me closer to an orgasm

"Does my little slut want me to tongue fuck her?"

"Yes Yoongi! Fuck yes!", I yell

His fingers spread my lips wide open, his tongue back in my hole as far as he can go

Then he pulls it out and thrusts it back inside

"More baby, please"

He fucks his tongue in and out of me, the pleasure taking over

"Gonna cum around my tongue?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His tongue doesn't stop, sending me head first into a massively pleasurable orgasm

"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi!"

My cunt pulses around his tongue, releasing cum all over him

"So fucking good jagi", he moans, swallowing, "More baby. More cream"

When I finish, his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking like his life depends on it

I can't stop screaming, the ecstacy hitting me in waves

I watching him and he looks so fucking hot, so beautiful in between my legs

His eyes move up to mine, staring intensely at me, holding my gaze as his mouth slurps all over my clit

His hands grip my legs so hard, holding them down and open wide

"Yoongi I can't-", I cry, tears falling down my face from how intense it is

"You can jagi", he encourages in between sucks, "You can. Cum for me baby"

He lavishes my clit with his amazing tongue and I snap, stars bursting in my vision

I cum hard and he sucks me through it, the pleasure astounding, my arms straining against the handcuffs

God I wish I was pulling his hair

Only when I'm done does his tongue move to my slit, licking and moaning loudly at how sweet my cum is

He loves how I taste and the first time I heard him say that, it blew my mind

But then again, I love how he tastes too

He gives me one more long kick, kisses my clit then stands up

He undoes his pants getting them and his boxers off

My eyes land right on his hard cock, standing straight up and crying cum

I press my legs together as I get turned on more

He smirks, "Aww jagi, you're getting so horny just from seeing my cock?"

I nod

Of course I am

He has the perfect dick

His length is average but he's so thick and he knows how to use it

Plus I'm small so he's big for me

"Well I wanna hear you screaming when I'm fucking you. Got it?"

"Yes naekkeo"

He reaches for the handcuffs, undoing them

He flips me over, on my stomach, handcuffing me back to the headboard

"Ready my beautiful baby", he asks as his hands run down my body, starting from my shoulders, down to my hips where he grips hard

"Yes naekkeo", I moan, waiting in anticipation

He doesn't keep me waiting long, his big head entering and stretching my slit

I moan like a huge slut as he moves inch by inch, impaling me on his massively thick cock

My body shakes from the amazing pleasure and when he bottoms out, I feel him inside so deeply, just how I like it

I love being full of his dick

It's the best feeling in the world

"God jagi, still so tight. Always so tight and wet for me", he pants, "Are you ready to scream for me?"

I nod my head rapidly, bells on my collar jingling

I'm so ready

He pulls out slowly then shoves himself back in with such force and speed I move up the bed, my hands gripping the headboard bars, a scream ripping from my throat as stars burst in my vision

Right away Yoongi set a hard and brutal pace, fucking me wide open, completely ruining me on his cock

And I am loving it

I can't stop gushing around him, the sound of his skin hitting mine as well as the squelching sound when his cock dives back inside me are so fucking pretty

Add to that the constant ringing of the bells on my collar and his sexy grunts and moans, I can cum just from the sounds alone

He fucks into me hard, his cock slamming into my spot over and over

My head is in the clouds, the feeling taking over my body

"Oh yeah, my pussy's gonna cum", he laughs so sexily, "Fuck creaming my cock so well baby. Need your orgasm"

"Yoongi", I whimper, my fingers and knuckles white from how hard I'm gripping the headboard bars

I feel the orgasm coming and it's going to be huge

"Give it to me", he demands, slamming into me so deeply

The typhoon of pleasure smashes into me when I cum, screaming his name at the top of my lungs

My legs shake and I'm having a hard time staying up

"Yoongi!"

"Oh fuck jagi. Yes baby. Give it to me. Don't stop baby. So good", he praises

He fucks me through the orgasm the pleasure bleeding into the feeling of his cock hitting my spot

His arm reaches around me, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously

"Don't stop coming", he orders

It's so good, tears running down my face and I scream wordlessly as a powerful orgasm runs through me

My vision goes black and I know I'm squirting on him

"Yes!", he yells, "Fuck I love watching your beautiful pussy gush on my cock. It's so fucking pretty"

I hear him but I can't answer because my body is seized in ecstasy

His cock keeps moving, growling, "Mm baby, gonna fuck another baby into you"

"Yoongi", I moan

"Yeah jagi. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant again. Make your stomach swollen with my baby", he grunts, fucking me into the bed

I can only whimper as I hear him, so turned on

I know he's just playing into his breeding kink but seriously it's hot

"Do you want that jagi? Want another baby?"

"Yes Yoongi!", I moan, "Want you to knock me up again"

"Fuck", he cries, sheathing himself inside me, his thick cock throbbing and spilling his hot cum inside me

My slutty cunt clenches on him, milking his cock for all his cum

"Yes Yoongi", I urge him, "Give me all you cum naekkeo. I want it."

"Take it baby. Fuck such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock for everything I have. Such a good slut for me"

When he finishes, I can't hold myself up and I slump forward, his arm around me holding my ass up

"My baby. My pretty baby", he murmurs as he slowly pulls out

He gently puts me down, his body over mine, unlocking the handcuffs, my arms dropping down

Moving next to me, he turns me to my back, one of my arms in his hands, massaging them

It feels good and he does it to my other arm as well

After he pulls me into his arms, he kisses my cheek, holding me

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"Not too rough?"

Looking up at him, I smile, "Never naekkeo"

"Ok. I never want to hurt you jagi"

"You won't baby", I answer, touching his cheek softly

I trust Yoongi with my life

I know he would never hurt me

Never

Moving closer, I press my lips to his in a kiss

He kisses me back immediately, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me right against him

I finally move my fingers into the loose part of his hair, tugging on the strands

I'm not taking his ponytail out yet because hot

As we make out, our hands grope each other and his hardening cock pressing into my stomach, turning me on

Yoongi has amazing stamina, able to get hard a few minutes after he cums

Able to go for multiple rounds

He says because I'm that hot

I always roll my eyes but he insists that I'm the sexiest girl he's ever seen and that just looking at me turns him on

I believe he feels that way but it's just hard for me to believe in general

But then again just looking at him makes me wet so yeah

"Again baby?", I tease him between kisses

"Always baby. For you always", he murmurs

He kisses my neck, making me moan from how his soft pretty lips send fire through my body

"Come on top baby", he asks, "Ride me"

I sit up, smirking at him, asking, "Time to switch naekkeo?"

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Yoongi POV

"Time to switch naekkeo?", she asks

I nod

Definitely

She smiles, grabbing the handcuffs while I lay down, taking her spot

I smirk at her and hold my hands up, against the headboard bars

She leans over me, handcuffing me to the bars, then presses her soft lips to my cheek before her kissing my lips

Her fingers move into my hair that's not in a ponytail, running through the strands

I know she loves my hair like this

Half up or all up, it drives her crazy and I know it

Which is why I started putting my hair up all the time

Or having her do it

I love watching her clamp her legs together, watching her try to keep a straight face on

It's only fair, she drives me insane all the time

Her lips move down to my neck, right into the spot that sends pleasure down my spine

I moan softly, loving the way it feels

"Jagi, please", I whimper, "Need you"

"Mm is that so naekkeo?", she teases

I nod, "Yeah baby"

Her hand moves down to my hard cock, jerking me off slowly

"Oh baby's so hard", she smirks, "Can I suck your pretty cock before I bounce on it?"

"Yes", I whine

Anything for some relief

She moves down immediately, my cock in her throat in seconds

She sucks, intense pleasure hitting me so hard

I snap my gaze down, watching her deepthroat me right off the bat

She's fucking amazing

She learned how to do this for me and she's fucking perfect at it

Bobbing her head up and down, bottoming me out every thrust as she fucks my cock with her throat

Tears run down her face, spit all over me and my lap, those fucking bells ringing hard and loud, turning me on so much

So fucking messy just how I like it

Taking me in again, she holds me inside, her mouth sucking hard and so fucking fast, stars bursts in my vision

"Baby! Oh god, fuck"

Watching her mouth sucking my dick is bringing me so close to coming

"Jagi, stop baby. Please. I'm gonna cum", I plead

She looks up at me and just smirks around my cock, sucking faster

"Baby no", I whine, the bliss almost taking over, "I want to cum in your pussy. Please baby, want you to ride me"

She sucks one more time, the pulls off, pleasure leaving me

"Since you asked so nicely", she says, climbing on top of me, straddling me

I'm so fucking hard it hurts

Only her pussy wrapped tightly around me can make it better

She holds my cock up, her hand stroking me a few times before she sinks down on me

I keep my eyes on her tiny cunt, watching her little slit open so prettily, her lips wrapping around me

Inside she opens just enough for me to pass, latching on to my cock, pulsing around me, drenching my length and lap

God she always soaked, always ready for me

She gets me all in, sitting on my legs, moving her hips in a circle

"Fuck!", I yell, squeezing my eyes closed as the pleasure runs through my body

"Fuck naekkeo", she whimpers, moving faster, "You're cock is the best. Feels so fucking good"

She rocks on me, my head rubbing against her spot

I watch her move, her body shaking, pleasure on her face

"God this cock can make me cum so quick", she moans

I feel her getting close, her pussy throbbing so pleasurably

"Baby", I gasp, "Cum on me. Please"

"Yoongi, oh god", she cries, coming

Her orgasm gives me so much bliss it's insane

It's like nothing I've ever felt before

I was so shocked the first time she came on my dick

It was so fucking good and I thought it was just because I never had sex before

Anything felt amazing

But no, her orgasms are the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

I need them

I'm addicted to them and I wouldn't have it any other way

When she finishes, she leans, over me, her mouth against mine as she kisses me wildly, her fingers twisting in my hair

Her hips start moving, her cunt bouncing up and down my cock

I feel her creaming my cock, feel is drip down onto the bed and just imagining the sight is such a turn on

Her hands pull my hair, pulling my head back and she lavishes kisses all over my neck

I moan loudly, pulling against the handcuffs hard, the bed rattling

I want to touch her so bad

Grab her cute ass, hold her as I fuck up into her dripping cunt

Her clit rubs against my pelvis, her moans on my neck sending vibrations down my body

She's moving so fast, riding me so fucking good stars are blasting in my vision

I need to touch her

I yell loudly, using all my strength to pull against the handcuffs

There's a snapping sound and suddenly my hands are free

Grabbing her ass, I squeeze, holding her in place and I fuck up into her

"Yoongi!", she screams, her cunt getting so tight around me

I don't stop, thrusting up, impaling her on my dick over and over, destroying her tiny spot

"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she screams, "I'm gonna cum! Baby I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, yes!", I shout, "Cream my cock baby. Now!"

Thrusting again, she screams in my neck, her entire body shaking in my arms, her fingers yanking on my hair as she orgasms all over me, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip

I hold her on my cock, letting her ride it out, feeling incredible pleasure

"Good girl", I yell, "My good girl"

When she finishes, I roll us over, getting her on her back

Moving to my knees, I put her legs on my shoulders, fucking her hard into our bed

Her screams, her begging for more is music to my ears

I snap my hips, plunging my cock in so deep her stomach bulges with every thrust

So hot

Leaning forward, my hands move on either side of her head, crashing my lips to hers as I fuck her

Tears are falling from her fucked out eyes, wetting my face as we kiss, her hands buried in my hair

Her pussy is impossibly tight, impossibly wet, spasming hard

"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your perfect cunt with cum", I murmur, pressing kisses to her cheek, "Ok baby. You want my cum inside you?"

She nods, her eyes glazed over and I know I fucked her dumb

It happens at least once a day and I know all she wants is to cum

Barreling all inside her, I stay there, grinding against her, making sure her spot is getting stimulated, my pelvis rubbing her clit at the same time

"Yyy...Yoon...", she stammers

"Fall apart on my cock jagi"

She shudders hard, losing it, her body arching, cunt exploding all over me

"Oh fuck! Joanne!", I scream, releasing inside her in pure ecstasy

White light blinds me as I orgasm, my body shaking as I struggle to hold myself up

I don't want to crush her tiny body

When we both finish, I pull out and collapse on the bed next to her

Looking over at her, I see her eyes closed as she pants for breath

Reaching for her, I pull her sweaty body on top of mine, holding her tightly

I run my fingers in her sweaty hair, both of us just breathing, relaxing

She takes my free hand, lacing our fingers, holding my hand close to her

"Naekkeo, you still have the handcuffs on"

I do?

Holy shit I do

I thought I broke the actual cuffs

But no, I broke the chain that connects them, the cuffs still around both my wrists

"It's ok jagi. I'll take them off soon"

She nods, cuddling into me, "We have to get the kids naekkeo"

"Yeah jagi. I think we should take a quick shower before we get them"

She smirks at me, "It's never a quick shower when we're together"

I smile back, "Then we should go now"

"Now?"

I nod, "Now"

Sitting up, I get her in my arms, picking her up

"Yoongi! I can walk baby!"

I shake my head, "You're my princess"

"You're my king", she giggles, kissing my cheek

As I walk to the bathroom, she tugs on my ponytail, pulling it out, my hair falling in my face

"So sexy naekkeo", she says, softly, tucking hair behind my ear and kissing my jaw

I blush, pressing a kiss to her forehead

Once in the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the water

Popping off the handcuffs, I throw them out, then take her collar off

Taking her hand, I pull her in the shower with me, coming right into my arms

"I love you", she says softly

"I love you", I answer, as we

hold on to each other under the warm water, happy in her arms

[subject-044]

Hi hello I absolutely adore your band AU!! I was wondering if you have any thoughts on the band's appearances, like clothes/hair dye/etc.? Especially given you've mentioned things past highschool

I rlly rlly want to draw these dorks practising together and want to stay true to your ideas :3

Hello I saw this just before I was going to go to sleep and then laid awake Thinking About It for the next 30 minutes so here I am!

Under the cut because there's a LOT!!

Richie

He layers just as badly as in canon

So in my head it goes:

Long sleeved stripey T-shirt

then a graphic short tee on top (which eventually becomes a band T-shirt nearer then end of senior year when Steph joins the band! (And when I design the logo lmao))

THEN a zip up hoode

I'm not done

Then a leather jacket he found at a garage sale (it's slightly too big for him normally so it fits over everything else.)

Ripped jeans + belt chains

He has one of those goth belts with all the metal eyelets in it

Boots!! He has loads of different coloured laces he wears each day!!

And ofc he has his blue hair

He has his ears pierced too- he has these skeleton studs and they're all he wears.

Oh and the green and black bracelet Max eventually makes when he becomes the band's friend. It's tied onto his belt loops every morning.

Peter

Pretty similar to canon in my head

He takes off his suspenders and bowtie when they practice though (he feels safe then)

His hair is longer! He wears it in a man bun because it made him feel more masc before he came out to everyone (in middle school)

When he felt more comfortable (and after he came out) he decided to keep his hair long and the man bun just kind of stuck

He gets an undercut maybe? I can't decide in whether that's good or not.

He had LOADS of ear piercings (industrial, tragus, three on each lobe, conch, helix) but he's too scared to get facial ones somehow

He wears dangly earrings in his main lobe piercing

After he makes friends with Steph and stops wearing his suspenders+bowtie altogether he unbuttons and untucks his shirt during practice.

(Steph almost passes out the first time he does this. She can see his collar bones. Victorian woman seeing ankle for the first time core)

Richie clips a short chain onto his belt loops "So we match!"

His yellow and orange bracelet becomes his hairband- you can't usually see it unless you're looking for it/it's in a ponytail

Ruth

Ruth was actually so so difficult for me to decide

Her normal style just goes so hard yknow?

I think she starts wearing Docs like Richie

But she just has rainbow laces and that's it she doesn't change them

She gets a leather jacket too and paints the band logo on (badly)

The band tee she'll wear but it'll be over-sized and half tucked in

Logo front and back babey!!

I don't know what else for Ruth so if you have any ideas please feel free to use them

Her blue and white bracelet is just on her wrist like a normal person lmao

Steph

Nose piercing Nose piercing!! She has a little ring

Her style is already SO SO good for the band AU!!!

She has fingerless leather gloves

She also has tattoos methinks

The beginnings of a rose + thorns sleeve on her left arm

And a shitty stick and poke star on her right wrist (over her veins) she got when she was 16- it's started to fade so she gets other stars tattooed on her wrist around it (one for each band member?)

She's the one who commissions an artist to design the logo, and gets t-shirts made for each of them!!

She, and Ruth both get the logo put on leather jackets. Steph's is proper vintage and is more of a biker jacket though.

She tries to convince Richie and Peter to get ones too, but Richie doesn't want to damage his jacket and Peter refuses to wear one at all (he won't wear the shirt either)

(She catches him using it as a sleep shirt. She teases him about it for weeks)

She cuts her band top into a crop top but she doesn't always wear it.

She dyes the tips of her hair red for while

But it fades into pink weirdly quick

So she dyes it back to her normal ombre

Steph's pink bracelet hangs from a hole made in one of her drumsticks. Her bracelet was made first (Max cried when he saw it)

Max

Max isn't technically part of the band

But he is their #1 fan forever and ever

So he has a shirt too that he wears to all of their (eventual) gigs!! The logo is a bit faded/damaged and washed out because he keeps washing it the wrong way

He has a scar in his eyebrow from when Steph punched him after she first joins the band (this kickstarts his redemption.) (Punchstarts?)

And he has his purple and yellow bracelet around his wrist!

I still haven't figured out how to fit Grace into this AU at all. I do HC that she thinks all music other than Christian Music is Of The Devil™ and she plays the flute but that's about it honestly... One of these days I'll figure something out

[bordonfreeman]

Worked on some hairstyles for Gel's siblings today!!

I've realized that Gel, and in relation, her siblings, have ended up being very black coded. So I've decided to lean into that! doing a lot of research to make sure that it comes accrost positively and accurately.

[More rambles under the cut]

So today, i decided to start with hair! Since that was the most immediately noticeable feature anyways i figured that was pretty important. Also, i found out that i really enjoy drawing black hair, and i think it's fun.

I referenced several images and hairstyles before settling on what i wanted for Gel's siblings to have and what i thought best fit their personalities.

For the twins, opal and topaz, i know i wanted some sort of updo for both of them, but for it to be different at the same time. Opal is a lot more lively and active/outgoing, while topaz is a lot more chill. Calm, mellow.

I decided to give both of them cornrows/braids leading into the hairstyles to have a similar base, but after that, i went very different directions.

For opal, i actually mixed two hairstyles. I took space buns to highlight their horns, but then i saw bubble braids [is that the right term?] And though it'd be perfect to give her two big ones coming down from the space buns. I think it turned out really cute!!

For topaz, i just left the rest of their hair out into a low ponytail, essentially, but with a bandana to help contain it some, but also so i could have the tails flip up and kinda reverse mirror opals horns. It's a much simpler hairstyle but cute nonetheless!!

I love how diverse black hairstyles are!!

Anways, last one! Jade/jaze has technically the simplest hairstyle, but was the hardest to choose the final look of. I debated a lot on the length and shape, but i really like the final look!

I swept their hair to the side to show off and highlight the crack in their skull, to show that they've accepted that its there and they'd rather show it than hide it. So to make sure the hole didn't get swallowed up in hair, i gave them an undercut with a fade[is that right?]. It was fun to add the shaved details highlighting the crack pattern.

Anyways, this was super fun, and i can't wait to make their finished designs/references!!