#PEACH BLOSSOM I fuckin love peach blossom

[autisticsloth]

CRK BEAST YEAST CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS!!!!!!!

Some screenshots I took while playing through the new chapter and basically my train of thought throughout

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didn't appreciate that actually

Oh! Okay!

eat your food bitch damn fuck you looking crazy for /ref

NNNOOOOOOOOOOO SHE GOT HIM

WOAH!!!!! OH SHIT!!

HE LOOKS SO COOL ISTG

Found family dynamic! FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC!!!

Sobs

This update actually had me going insane, I genuinely cried because I got so excited over the lore (I am super normal and 100% neurotypical trust)

[scremogirl]

✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

Plug! Ony who only really likes getting high if it’s with you. Sure, he’ll have a sesh with his homeboys; but it’s nothing compared to sitting in his lavsious car, his pretty little client next to him. Maybe client is an understatement; crush seems more fitting, no? I mean, he always lets you take the first hit. Wanting to feel the reminmets of your gloss, loving the feeling of giving you an indirect kiss. Can always tell when you get a new flavor, the peach-cherry blossom one is his favorite. Wonders if you’d let him kiss it all off. Or how it’d be smudged all of your face and lips, mixed with his cum as most of it is in the shape of kiss marks on his big dick.

Plug! Ony who spoils you with all the weed and money you want. Whatever you need he got it. From money for your hair to rent or grocery money. At this point he’s starting to view this relationship as more of a sugar daddy/sugar baby type thing. He doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want you just coming to him when you need something. He wants you as his 4life.

Plug! Ony who spots another guy trynna get up on you at Jeans party. Plug! Ony who sees its making you uncomfortable and won’t just stand by and watch. Plug! Ony who comes up to you grabbing a palm full of as and kissing you deep; slipping his tounge in your mouth. He pulls away and looks the guy in his eyes. “You need sum from my girl?” Plug! Ony who watches the guy scamper away and then shifting his gaze to you, only to find you're already lookin at him with a mix of thankfulness and lust.

︎ ⚠︎︎

Plug! Ony who fucks you in the backseat of the same car he uses for your smoke sesh. “O-oh my godddd Pa. You fuckin my shit uppp,” he chuckles and continues to bounce you up and down on his cock. “I know, ma. Shit feel good huh?” You nod and let out a spew of yes’s. “Oh baby, im-im finna cumm, oh fuck,” he smacks your ass and bucks his hips faster. “Cum for me mama, cover my shit,”

Plug! Ony who cleans you up and drives you to his house. You both get in the shower *he had a spare shower cap, thank god* and when you dry off he lays you down in bed. You climb back on top of him trying to get him going again but he stops you. “Hol up baby. Before I we get to goin I wanna ask you sum,” you don’t talk expectedly waiting for him to get whatever he needs of his chest. “This whole friends with benefits- plug/client relashionship we got goin on, we deadin that shit right na,” your eyes go wide. All this time you thought he didn’t want anything serious. Maybe the shopping sprees, 12am smoke sessions, and him dicking you down the way he does should’ve told you otherwise. “I want be your man and I want you to be my girl. I ain’t take no for an answer by the way,” you just smile and muzzle your face into his neck. Sex can wait; right now, you just wanna cuddle up with your man.

I didn’t proof read/edit anything; I just wanted to have the third post out B4 Fri. Imma be hella bust next week so I might not post anything at all and I have no works in the drafts. I’ll see what I can push out.

-Love, Sos❤️

[forwhump]

a/n; I have a whole truman show style day in the life thing I did w point that I was trying to find but there’s a lot of creepy weirdness to sort through first to find it & I found this one instead & I feel it’s particularly ugh so <3 couldn’t let it go to waste

enjoy some rambling point introspection :’)

tw/cw: rape, noncon, misgendering, transphobia, dehumanization, kidnapping, captivity, psychological torture, sexual exploitation, degradation, misogyny

creepy whumper, rapist pov, the ramblings of a madman, mentions of a living weapon

“I think I’m in love with you,” Point tells the naked, crying girl shackled in his bunk.

Her wrists are bleeding from how hard she had tried to fight to get them free. She isn’t fighting anymore; he’s tired her out. He likes her tired. She looks up at him with wide, wet eyes and her bare skin is so warm. Quietly, she hiccups, “there’s something really fuckin’ wrong with you.”

She’s got such a stupid accent. A real backwoods aw, shucks kind of accent. She tries to thin it out as much as possible but she hates him so much she can’t control it around him, sometimes, and he knows she hates that, too. He loves it. He loves the accent, too, even if it is stupid as all get out, even if his men make fun of him for it relentlessly. They’re all full of shit — they’d each jumped at the chance to ride the cowgirl, and they each jump, still.

She’s fuckin’ unreal in that lethal, Playboy bunny, girl next door kind of way. A real fantasy kind of way. Blonde bombshell, right? What man in their right mind doesn’t want to fuck a pretty blonde? First time Point had laid eyes on her, sitting on the floor of that trap house, he knew he was gonna keep her. She was special. She had a mouth like Princess Peach and Point could fit both hands around her waist. He was never gonna let her go. Couldn’t.

Then she spoke, and Point had been taken aback by the stupid accent, thick and unexpected, the backwater twang of banjos, denim overalls, and tooth gaps.

The milkmaid braids had been his idea, a branch of two separate, very good ideas. The first was to put her in her place; her accent was stupid, and it was embarrassing, and the hat and the boots just didn’t feel humiliating enough. The second was that she had already gotten under Point’s skin; she spoke, from the floor of that trap house, and he’d just as quickly started harbouring a fantasy of holding the farmer’s daughter by her sweet braids, tied off with ribbon, and fucking her face. Vineyard, the creative bastard, had supplied the milkmaid dress — his niece was twelve, and it had been a Halloween costume. Wren’s a tall girl, long legged, and the dress never fit her, not properly, but it never needed to. They made her wear it for a long time, anyway.

Point has an inkling that might’ve been where his thing for the accent had blossomed, but it’s hard to say. “Oh, darlin’,” he croons, and he’s mocking her. He does it a lot, and doesn’t always do it on purpose but most of the time he does — it makes her flush, and he likes her flushed.

He likes her a lot of ways, really. Tired, flushed. He likes her when she’s crying and when she’s trying to fight him off. He likes her when she’s begging and when she’s sobbing so hard she can’t choke out words. He likes her when she’s barely conscious, all soft and wet and pliant. He likes her when she’s pretending to like him because she knows he’ll kill her dog if she doesn’t. He hasn’t had her in a way, yet, in fact, that he hasn’t liked her; he actually likes the girl in all ways. He doesn’t even like his wife in all ways. It’s why he thinks he might love her — it’s why he knows he does. How typical, right? The handsome jock and the hot blonde. Who could’ve predicted it?

She’s already flushed with crying but she flushes a little darker with humiliation and Point grins.

She definitely isn’t perfect — she gets a bit shrill, and her thing for the dog upsets Point so completely he can’t think about it too hard or he loses chunks of time. But her hair is pretty, and her mouth is pretty, and her cunt is always warm, and she really is beautiful, in that really rare, really impossible kind of way.

Point would keep her all to himself if he could, right here in his bunk. He’d stop applying for leave and she’d stop having to go back to that disgusting doghouse. He’d gotten close, once, but it didn’t last. And that’s not to say he’d stop letting his men use her, either — it’s everybody else. It’s that fuckin’ dog.

He stops grinning and spits in her face.

He doesn’t mean to, not really, but he looks down at her and he sees the way she looks at that thing. Point is being generous every time he calls it a dog, but chunk of meat is just too wordy. Is what it is, though, isn’t it? An ugly chunk of meat a couple of the military’s poindexters had reanimated. She doesn’t look at Point the same way she looks at that thing, and how is that fair? She does it on purpose, just to upset him. He knows she does.

She recoils and he grabs her by the jaw. Holds her still. “Open.” She struggles, trying to lean away, and he presses the back of her head harder into his mattress. “Open,” he demands, and she does on a sob and he spits again, into her mouth. She chokes and he hears himself tell her, “you’re disgusting.” She sobs again and he spits, “stop fucking the dog.”

“I’m not —“

“And stop fuckin’ lying to me,” he snaps.

That’s her worst thing. Worse than the whining, and the fact that she opens her legs for that thing — she’s a liar. She’s always lying.

But fuck, does it almost tie with the fact that she opens her legs for that thing. He hates to think about it but it’s hard not to equate it. Does she get just as wet for him? Does she make the same noises? It would probably make him hate her if he wasn’t in love with her.

“Why can’t you just be a good girl?” He asks, and he doesn’t mean to ask so sincerely. “Why do you have to be a whore?”

She looks up at him from beneath his hand with a hatred that radiates off her like heat. He’s willing to bet she never looks at the dog like that.

He’s also willing to bet the dog doesn’t know. It’s dumb, and he can’t see the girl telling it the truth. It had been wildly protective of her from pretty early into its placement, after however long it had taken the girl to manipulate it into wrapping itself around her little finger. Something about it makes her feel safer, more secure, even if it’s just a cute little lie she tells herself to sleep better sometimes. Even with the added guard dog, she’s still here with Point. She’s still been here with Point for hours.

He doesn’t care for the dog — he thinks it’s a hideous waste of meat and a disgusting fuckin’ science experiment — but he could probably feel bad for it if he let himself. The dog is just so dumb and it has no idea that its little girlfriend is a well fucked whore and if that if Point plays his cards just right he can get her to beg for his cock.

“You could be perfect,” he tells her.

She’s still crying — she’s usually crying — and she’s always doe eyed but when she cries it makes her eyes look a lot bigger and makes her look really scared and really pathetic. Point’s always thought she looks prettiest when she’s scared.

“I fuckin’ hate you,” she tells him, and she enunciates very carefully.

“Shucks,” he mocks, and grins when she flushes, predictably. Fuck, she’s pretty. If nothing else, she’s pretty. It’s almost enough to forget the stupid hillbilly accent and the fact that she fucks dogs.

He puts his hand on her thigh. She tries to flinch away but he holds her there, pressing bruises into her pale thigh in the shape of his fingertips. Vineyard bites her, fucks her up pretty bad sometimes, likes to mark her that way, but Point’s never cared much for biting. Point’s always liked to bruise.

He pushes her thighs apart and the way she trembles in his hands makes him smile. “Stop,” she begs, and the poor girl must be so tired but she makes a valiant attempt to fight him off, anyway. “Please. Please, no more.”

Point clicks his tongue as he settles between her legs. “You know you don’t get to decide when we’re done here, cowgirl,” he says. He holds her down against his sheets, standard issue — black, as opposed to the asset grey. Better thread count, too. The girl should be grateful, he thinks, that he prefers to fuck her here, on the best sheets in their chunk of the district, instead of the shitty sheets in the unit, instead of the concrete of any of the floors.

Point would love, in his wildest fantasies, to get her furlough and fuck her at home. His wife was in charge of the furnishing and all that, because why does he give a shit? But she knocked it out of the park with their sheets. The mattress, too. The whole bed is great, and Point would love to get the girl out of here and fuck her on it for days consecutive. He would love to ruin those sheets. But it would be sticky, ‘cause he’d have to get his wife and all four of the kids out of the house and to stay away from the house at the same time. The neighbourhood is affluent, but that annoying, gossipy sort of affluent that his wife finds so friendly but that makes Point sick and enraged. If he sent his wife and children on vacation, then showed up at the house, with or without a blonde considerably hotter and younger than his wife, they’d gossip. His wife would find out, at the very least, that he took leave and didn’t mention it to her, and that’s a can of worms he doesn’t think he wants to open. That’s the debate, at least.

But it’s an ongoing debate. Every time he’s eligible for leave again, he considers it. Sometimes, in his bunk with this girl, when her skin is especially warm and her cunt is especially wet, he thinks it would be worth it.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he tells her again.

She sobs.

[aggravateddurian]

OC Interview | Melanie Foster/Gonzalez (depends on the timeline)

Was tagged by @ouroboros-hideout. Thank you, Colonel.

Name: Name's Melanie Foster... although, things going well, it might be Gonzalez soon enough.

Nickname: Some people call me 'Mel.' Truth be told, I'm not fussed.

Gender: Female (Cis)

Star Sign: I was born on March 27, so I guess that makes me a... *checks agent* an Aries.

Height: 5'7"

Orientation: Pansexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: I was born in Seattle, which technically makes me a citizen of the Western Corpo States. Both of my parents were white.

Fave Fruit: Pineapple. Sometimes, even on pizza. I've been told that's bad, but fuck me I didn't realise we were all conformist sheep in 2079.

Fave Season: No season is fun in Night City. It's either dry and cold as fuck, or it's 100% humidity, swimming through the air... oh and the rain is acidic and burns your eyes. Honestly, it's the fall. Nice reminder that everything's in a constant cycle of renewal.

Fave Flower: Japanese Cherry Blossoms. They're so delicate, and while pretty, they're short lived... the best people in Night City are like sakura. They bloom, live short, brilliant lives, then they die as quickly.

Val's more like a peony. Hardy, yet beautiful. Her ex is a fuckin' gonk for letting this one slip through his fingers.

Fave Scent: Val bought a peach-scented spray for the apartment the other week and it's now everything to me. Really masks out the smell of rotting garbage that permeates Japantown.

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Hot Chocolate. They sweeten the shit with scop paste but fuck me if it isn't addictive. Just don't tell 'er I'm drinkin' it. 'kay?

Average Hours of Sleep: More than what Val gets when she's tuning virtus for the Mox, that's for sure. Somewhere between 6-8 hours.

Dog or Cat Person: I'm a dog person, but Val has this ginger cat, she's grown on me though.

Dream Trip: Love to go somewhere tropical. Not sure exactly where, but I just want to relax on a beach with a mojito.

Favourite Fictional Character: John Wick, not just because he's fuckin' brutal in those BDs, but he also kinda looks like Johnny Silverhand.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: One. I tend to run a little hot, but Val really feels the cold. So sometimes I'm buried under a mountain of blankets. She's lucky I love her.

Random Fact: Promise not to share this with too many people? There's a little secret I've been keeping from Val... I've been tuning some of the raw BDs from Lizzie's she's been working on, help take the workload off her. Doesn't seem right that Susie Q expects her to do that job alone.

Tagging (with no pressure): @genocidalfetus @gloryride @shivsghost @olath124 (and anyone else who would like to hop on)

[killinbills]

Briar’s makeup routine (and yours) products pls

this is my favourite question ever i love makeup!!!!!!!!!! also pls bear in mind briar’s is gonna be partly based off of mine lol (also im talking about clueless!briar bc that’s who im writing now xo)

right ok so

briar:

wouldn’t wear foundation (maybe for special occasions) bc she has lots of freckles and also fairly good skin,, she’d probably use concealer for the little stuff but she wouldn’t wear foundation on a daily basis

would only really wear eyeshadow for special occasions?? on a normal day she would normally just wear mascara (bc her grandparents are well off im guessing she’s got some expensive mascara that would’ve been super popular in the nineties, or like idk one that’s popular in the wizarding world)

it’s the nineties so no eyebrows but idk maybe she uses like an eyebrow gel just to keep them in place

she’d have a creme sheen sort of lipstick that’s pink and glossy, sort of just to give herself a little bit of colour to her lips

maybe bronzer but sparingly

i think the thing is,,,, briar would wear a lot of makeup but on a daily basis she wouldn’t really bother??

right ok so for me:

i don’t wear foundation bc i have a lot of freckles (this is where im coming from w briar lol) (also her original face claim freya was super freckly and i imagine for clueless lily with lots of freckles) but i use the wet n wild megaglo makeup stick concealer bc it’s literally £2 and it works just as good as the benefit one tbh but it lasts so much longer (i use a brush and bc of that i don’t use that much product??)

for eyebrows i use the benefit goofproof pencil (think in shade 2) and when i bought it last it came in this set with the other pencil (precisely my brow??) and an eyebrow gel (basically the pencil itself is around £19 and the set was £30 so like for an extra ten pounds you got two more products so i got it to try them out) and sometimes i use them, like the precisely my brow pencil is thinner so sometimes i use to define my eyebrows a lil bit more.

i have…. a lot of eyeshadow palettes lol. the one i use the most is the blood sugar palette from jeffree star and like,,, it’s a fuckin god send it’s so good. on a normal basis though i use one of the contour shades from my contour palette as eyeshadow bc they’re more neutral and it’s a little quicker. normally what i do is that i’ll use the contour palette as the main colour, then the shade ‘glucose’ from blood sugar for the inner part of my eyelid (not inner corner) and if im feeling fancy the shade ‘sweetener’ in the middle part of my eyelid for some glitter. if im going fancy fancy i’ll use the mac dazzleshadow liquid glitter in the shade ‘blinking brilliant’ sort of as if it’s a winged eyeliner?? only it doesn’t wing out, it sort of just lifts on the outer part of my eye (the glitter’s literally ginger i love it lol) OH and also i have the veronica mac archie’s girls palette and sometimes i use that bc it’s all purple and it looks pretty with my brown eyes

for contour i use the anastasia contour palette (the powder one) and i tend to use the middle contour shade, which is the cool toned one. pls use cool tones for your contour it looks more natural lol

mascara!!!!!!!!! right ok SO you NEED to curl your eyelashes i swear to god any mascara can be a good one if you curl your eyelashes!! for mascara i use the too faced better than sex mascara (it’s expensive but so worth it!!!) and for lower lashes i use the benefit bad gal mascara (i got a tester ages ago so it doesn’t have much product in anymore,, so basically i use it so my lower lashes aren’t as full on as my top ones)

INNER CORNER!!! this is a staple!!!!! so i use the wet n wild white eyeliner, put it in my inner corner and smudge it a little bit with my finger to blend it, and then i use the jeffree star highlighter in ice cold to make it super super super white. sometimes i don’t put eyeshadow on and just do this and like,, you still look good

i don’t wear eyeliner but i do use it in the waterline. on the bottom i use the wet n wild one and one the top waterline (if that’s what it’s called) i sometimes use an urban decay pencil in this dark purple colour?? you can’t really tell it’s purple but i know it’s there lol

for highlighter i use the jeffree star one i mentioned (i’ve had it for literally three years and it’s still going strong it’s so worth the money) also i’ve got the liquid frost in the bone white colour and i don’t use it on my face but if i’m going out i’ll use it on my shoulders and my collar bone and ugh it looks Good pls put highlighter on your shoulders it looks so pretty in the light

lipstick!!! i don’t really suit much so i just get lipsticks that are similar to my natural lip colour??? so i always always use this lil pot of vaseline with cocoa butter before putting on lipstick and i recommend that one specifically 100%. for lipsticks i use: mac peach blossom (sheer pink but it’s v cute and my favourite one ever), jeffree star liquid lip in birthday suit, mac honeylove (literally it’s the same colour the jeffree star one is before it oxidises and ugh i love it), too faced lip injection gloss, and also i’ve got one of the mac cinderella lipsticks

i think that’s everything??? can i just say rn i really love makeup and like i buy more expensive stuff because i want to spend my money on it?? a lot of it i’ve had for a while now like i bought a lot over the past couple years and now i’m at a point where i have everything i need so i don’t buy that much anymore. but yeah!!!!!!!!

ask me questions!!

[denim-devil]

Kinktober Day 4 - Facefucking

Pairings - Jimmy Darling x Male reader

A/N - Kinktober is finally here! Here is Day one, I really hope you enjoy reading as much as enjoyed writing, can’t wait to write more!!

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You really were as beautiful as the townsmen claimed, Jimmy had front row seats to your beauty, fuck he was captivated by you, the way you confidently perched yourself on your knees, how your supple lips easily wrapped around the tip of his cock.

He couldn’t think straight, didn’t even allow himself to, how could he, you were so damn fucking pretty for him on your knees. Your wet eyes glittered underneath the ambient lighting of his secluded caravan, tears slipped down your flushed cheeks adding a depth to you, to your beauty.

Jimmy watched you hungrily bob your head, each time lowering yourself until your lips were met with the base of his girth. You steadied yourself by gripping his thighs, your choking becoming more frequent.

“So pretty peaches, all for me- fuck” the nickname almost sent you into overdrive, he was so fucking sweet to you and it had your brain become mush, his dick the only thing you wanted to attend to because fuck…Jimmy Darling was something else.

You began to pick up a rhythm once Jimmy settled into his seat, his much larger hands gripping both sides of your head, using you to get himself off, he usually wasn’t this selfish but you brought it out in him, how could he not be selfish when you were so giving.

Saliva not only coated his cock but your chin too, the gaps at the corners of your lips allowing easy flow for the bodily fluid to slip and spill, you were lucky though, Jimmy loved it messy, judging by his smirk you could tell so.

“Those men were right- fuck; your just so cock hungry, what the fuck have I been missin’ doll?”

He was such a dirty fucker, his words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, had the ache between your legs grow, blossoming into an erection, you were such a fucking slut even his words had you rutting into his leg.

Jimmy wiggled his leg against you before using his hands to cage your head in, holding you in place. You gagged, squeezing your eyes shut allowing tears to slip past your soaked lashes, joining the spit that bubbled slowly down your slick chin.

You were a mess, but Jimmy loved it, he loved it a little too much. Your cheeks were pinker now, almost fucked out but you kept going, allowing Jimmy to lazily rock your head back and forth.

“So close Peaches, you're doin’ so well, promise” he softly groaned which motivated your movements. He began to twitch on your tongue which spurred you to pull away softly with a “pop” before greedily wrapping a hand around his slick member.

You flick your wrist slowly, watching the skin lap over his angry, deep, velvet-red tip.

One.

Two.

Three.

Holding your mouth open, you dangle your tongue allowing each spurt of his load to land on the wet muscle. Jimmy couldn’t look away, his eyes watering, lips parting to allow his trapped moans out, now this is a sight he’d never forget.

“So fuckin’- fuckin’ pretty”

[ferrethyun]

Omegaverse | Ateez Personal Scents

Genre: No particular genre,,, just smells uwu

Warnings: none that i can think of ?

Yes this is entirely self indulgent- do I care? not at all kekkekek.... if u wanna discuss these with me tho im down so lemme know what you think! (also yes this isnt neatly presented it literally came from the notes app on my phone-) This is also written with an x male! reader in mind bc thats what i write heh

(Alpha that reads beta at first) Hongjoong: it’s so typical but hongjoong smells like the sea. but he also has notes of amber and spice? but they’re low-key. reminds me of a bonfire on the beach on a warm summers night. smth u could just. dive right into. Sea is his main scent with amber just under the waves for sure. the spice kicks u right in the face once you do smell it tho-

(Omega n only omega) Seonghwa: I’m sorry bby but ur such an omega it hurts. anywhays. hwa definitely smells of strawberries, cherry blossom and milk. his scent is mostly strawberries and milk with a v delicate floral touch hehe. the sweetest dessert kinda smell? would i eat him? yes,,, (i’m gonna move on now before i lose it)

(Beta that seems like an alpha) Yunho: Our dear Yun smells like anise, caramel and musk. his scent def makes people think hes an alpha at first,, that n how fuckin tall he is (bastard). heavy on the caramel and anise too. His scent is a very comforting kinda warmth and ppl love it. 10/10 on the scent scale

(Omega that seems like a beta) Yeosang: Yeo! Cocoa butter, peaches and lilies is the combo for him for sure. His scent is super soft n sweet but not too sweet? Hes like a yankee candle lmao. The cocoa butter is his main scent with a subtle layer of peaches over it n u can j u s t smell the lilies in the background of his scent profile. very summer bakery energy

(Alpha with audacity) San: Listen,,,, this was personal (Kinda like m jongho scent idea but thats later) Amber leather and vanilla. He smells like Dior Sauvage. this man is SCRUMPTIOUS. Very typical alpha smell and very overpowering at times. but he pulls it off so well??? the fucker. he smells good and he knows it but tbf,,, everyone does. His scent is heavy on the amber and vanilla notes tho.

(Omega with way too much audacity) Wooyoung: The ratman himself smells like mandarins, smoky wood and a hint of peony. His scent is probably a little atypical for an omega as its heavy on citrus and not florals but thats what sets him apart from others. the mandarin smell will legit kick u in the nose n this is then quelled by the smoky wood n peonies after. it can b a lil overwhelming but its very nice once u get used to it uwu

(Beta that seems like an alpha with a personality of an omega at times) Mingi: I hate to admit it but my cleaning supplies helped me with this-,,, Jasmine, fresh linen and lemongrass. I cant imagine mingi not having a more gentle floral scent??? its a very delicate and fresh kinda scent on the nose and its super pleasant. Stronger on the jasmine and fresh linen for sure. Kinda reminds me of cleaning day during the spring? delightful <3

(Alpha ppl assume is a beta?) Jongho: Another personal one. this came from two 'perfumes' I have and they absolutely melt me when combined so,,, Cedarwood, Musk and fougere. its kinda similar to sans but more,,, woodsy? Homeboy smells like the forest wbk okay- anyways, its a super traditional scent for sure (If u look at omegaverse in the more wolfy aspect like i do-) and ppl love it (me too tf) Hes def heavy on the musk and that has a hint of cedarwood behind it then followed by the fougere. good scent 10/10 would sniff uwu

[retro-system]

Heyo Ret! :D

Luisley? :}

LEPUS YOU GOT MY BACK ILY <3

i'm still mad peasley only ever got an appearance in one game in the franchise. he's definitely my favourite character so far in the mario & luigi series, and in the short time he and luigi spent together i think they really blossomed something special. like, the very first time they meet peasley gives luigi a white rose saying it compliments his green quite well (white roses apparently symbolise love, affection and loyalty according to the first result i got when i googled their symbolism so i have a reliable source y'see). there's also a scene where luigi's parachuting through the sky and peasley flies on his steed to receive something from him, but when luigi gives it to him a bird comes by and pecks his parachute loose and he starts free-falling and peasley's reaction is to immediately fly under him in an attempt to catch him despite being on a very unsteady steed. when luigi finds out peasley's going on a dangerous mission which could bring harm to him, he starts crying. then right at the end of the game as mario, luigi and peach are preparing to fly home and peasley comes to see them off, luigi runs to hug him. peasley -- whether unintentionally or teasingly -- flies up out of the way and luigi starts fuckin crying again. like they cared so much about each other and had each other's backs and i am still stomping my feet about the fact that they didn't have a goodbye hug it sucked!!!!!! why would the game not give them a goodbye hug then just never give peasley another game appearance???? >:(((

i really like them they had a really good dynamic that's been expanded on in marvellous fan works such as tangled thicket, a marvellous fanfic in progress by snugglyrabbits on ao3 like they are so fucjing cute in that wjdjgjgk but god does the author also know how to wrench your beating heart out of your chest and smash it against a wall repeatedly

(also the edited "i ship them i want to put them in a jar and study them" is cause there was a scene where peasley was prodding luigi's ass with his sword and luigi started blushing they're so fucking weird they mean so much to me)

[angrylizardjacket]

the memory of what we would become // Charlotte&Lola

Summary: High School AU But As Adults. Winter 1997. Charlotte, one year shy of 30, has come back from jet-setting around the world as Rolling Stone’s international correspondent for Christmas, and decides to stop in at Lola and her father Leo’s diner.

A/N: 3749 words. WTF this wasn’t meant to be this long. File this under; things that will not make sense since I haven’t published the actual High School AU. so for reference, in the HS AU Lola’s dad doesn’t die, instead he leaves her mother, takes lola to LA, and opens up a diner there. this is set 12 years after the actual HS AU. UNEDITED. @misscharlottelee @summersummerland THIS IS SO SAPPY IM DYING

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The walls of Leo’s had changed colours several times over the years, and the latest was a serene lilac. Charlotte steps in, out of the cold, out of the snow, pulling off her scarf and gloves in the sudden warmth of the heated seating area; it’s a relatively slow day, at least for Leo’s, so it’s still bustling with activity. It had been over a decade since Leo’s had opened, and slowly but surely it had turned into something of a landmark of their little suburb as word of it’s reputation spread along the coast, and then through the nation, with bands like Motley Crue, stars like Keanu Reeves and Peach Perry, mentioning it in interviews, and even a certain Rolling Stone writer bringing it up occasionally in articles. Despite it’s popularity, it had retained it’s heart, clearly, as a teenager greets Charlotte, a kid with too many piercings and no eyebrows, smiling all kinds of bright in a way that most probably wouldn’t expect from such an boy who looked so alternative. 

“Welcome to Leo’s, was it just yourself today, or will others be joining you?” He asks, and Charlotte gives a warm smile at the familiar greeting.

“Just me; do you know if Lola’s in?” She asks, and for a moment, the kid hesitates, and looks over his shoulder. 

“Lola?” He calls, and through the familiar window into the kitchen, Charlotte sees Lola, hair short and eyes bright, look up expectantly. Her whole face lights up at the sight of Charlotte in the entryway.

“Charlie!” She exclaims, and the kid visibly relaxed, nodding to Charlotte, affirming what they both already knew, “Nathan, can you take these burgers to Roan and his sons? Charlie’s an old friend,” Lola calls out to the boy, who zips away, picking up the plates of burgers as Lola put them up to be collected.

“Is that Charlie?” From the back of the kitchen, Charlotte hears Leo call, and after a moment, she also sees his head pop out of the walk-in refrigerator as she approaches the counter. From somewhere further in the refrigerator, out of sight, she hears a faint, child-like, ‘Auntie Charlie?’ followed by Leo disappearing again, though she could still hear him; “yeah, buddy, Auntie Charlie!”

“Hi Leo! Good to see you!” Charlotte calls out, and sits as at the counter as Lola bustles out from the kitchen and around the counter to wrap her friend up in a hug. It’s been months since the girls have seen each other, and to walk into the diner, so familiar and warm, smelling like herbs and spices, to hear the food cooking and the music playing, it felt like coming home.

“Charlie, look at you, you’re so grown up!” Lola holds Charlotte at arm’s length, giving her an approving look over, which she does every time Charlotte comes back to town since they’d both graduated college, like they’re not still the same age, that being almost thirty. Charlotte rolls her eyes with a good natured smirk, brushing off Lola’s smirk as she tucks her gloves and scarf into her purse, “where’d you fly in from this time, Miss Jet-Setter?” Lola’s grinning from ear to ear, moving back behind the counter to start on a milkshake for Charlotte without her even needing to ask. 

“Australia,” Charlotte settles into one of the stools by the counter, beaming with pride, “wrote a piece on this rock band, Silverchair, only sixteen, can you believe that?” 

“Tommy was sixteen when Motley first got together,” Lola pointed out, to which Charlotte’s grin turned soft and nostalgic.

“Yeah, but they didn’t make it big for a few years,” she reminded, “but Lola, you and Leo would love them, salt of the Earth kind of boys; actually, you might have heard some of their stuff, they were kind of big here too, Tomorrow? Their album’s called Frogstomp.”

“Dad,” Lola calls over her shoulder, “have we played any Silverchair? Frogstomp? Song called Tomorrow?” After a moment, Leo emerges from the freezer with a small, dark-haired child balanced on his hip.

“I think I’ve heard of them, maybe on the radio? Should be play them; what do you think, Charlie, you’re the expert here?” And his smile is so bright, so familiar, that it hits Charlotte square in the chest; he’s still so tall, broad, and intimidating, but his smile offsets it all, kind and gentle, and when she sees he’s wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt -

“Hi, Auntie Charlie!” The kid on his hip, who looks to be about five years old, is waving broadly to her, beaming.

“Fuckin’ love Silverchair,” says a girl with bright green hair from where she was watching burger patties cook on the grill, not even turning around, hip cocked and spatula in hand.

“They are very good,” Charlotte agrees with the girl, before waving back to the kid, grinning just as broadly, “hi Mal!” Much to the kid’s delight. 

Both Lola and Leo grin, talking about how they’d have to look into the band. Leo takes a moment to look over the various people in his kitchen cooking and preparing meals, more than Charlotte thinks she’s ever seen, but it makes sense seeing as how the demand has risen. But then he’s joining Lola by the counter, putting the child down and stepping around to wrap Charlotte up in a hug.

“Sorry if I’m a bit frosty, Mal and I were putting away the produce, weren’t we buddy?” Stepping back, he grins at the child, who’s standing by the counter wearing a blinding, and also familiar smile, stepping up onto a stool that made him the perfect height to serve if he so chose.

“Tutu Leo says he’s gonna teach me the special spice mix for the patties soon,” the child, Mal, delights, and Lola puts Charlotte’s milkshake down, and ruffles the kid’s hair. 

Maleko Jr already looks like his namesake, and like his mother, but Charlotte would know Nikki’s green eyes anywhere, and there’s something about the bassist in the kid’s smile too, that has Charlotte’s heart warming at the sight. 

“Momma, can I have a milkshake too? A chocolate one?” The kid turns to Lola, wide-eyed and hopeful, and Lola gives a fond grin.

“I think so; it’s a special occasion, Auntie Charlie’s back. Do you want me to make it for you or -?” but before Lola can even suggest, Mal hops down from his stool and strides over to the milkshake equipment, claiming that he could do it himself, radiating pride. 

“Mal’s really starting to help out around here,” Lola says with pride of her own, her smile turning so adoring as she watches her son, “Since school’s on break, I told him he’s more than welcome to play with his friends or watch TV, but no, he just wants to listen to Motley records and help out Tutu Leo.”

“Lola your kid is a delight,” Charlotte all but wheezed, watching Mal focus intently as he tries to applying a chocolate sauce drizzle to the inside of his cup, the way they did when they made milkshakes here. Charlotte raises her voice just a little, “Mal, last time I was here, you were just handing out napkins, look at you now!”

“I was four then, Auntie Charlie,” Mal says with surprising seriousness as he puts his cup on the bench, and then drags his stool from the counter to the milkshake area, pulling the milk out of the fridge below the counter and climbing atop his stool, “I’m five now, I’m almost an adult.” He says it so matter-of-factly, in a tone that sounds so much like Nikki, that Charlotte has to stop herself from laughing, and from the endeared look on both Leo and Lola’s faces, this was the sort of thing he said often.

“He thinks once you turn ten you become an adult,” Lola whispers to Charlotte as clarification, and it does little to stop the endearment from blossoming in her chest. 

Around them, the staff still works, still moves and cooks and prepares, a well oiled machine, competent thanks to Leo and Lola’s tutelage, able to work well while giving Leo, Lola, and Mal, time with Charlotte. 

“How’s Razzle?” Leo asked amicably, changing the subject. Before Charlotte can answer, he quickly asks if she’d like anything from the pastry display, and Charlotte accepts a strawberry tart with thanks.

“He’s good, he’s at my parents’ house, sleeping off his jetlag; he spent the last week with me in Australia, so it’s been kind of a whirlwind for him,” she says with a gentle fondness. In the years since that fateful Junior year, so much had happened to all of them, and the development Razzle and Charlotte’s relationship was some of the most surprising. 

During their last year of high school, communication with Razzle was mostly via phone calls and letters, and despite trying their hand at long-distance, after a year, with his band’s growing success, and Charlotte’s growing academic demands as she finished school and started looking at colleges, they both decided that it wasn’t the right time.

After graduating, Charlotte managed to get a scholarship to study Journalism in New York, giving her room to breath, to think, to reinvent herself away from her family and all the pressure and drama that came with her. It had been hard at first, especially being so far from her friends and her cousin, but at least she had Eileen, the two of them sharing a shoebox apartment in the city, studying side by side. 

So Charlotte had her fair share of flings and hookups through her first year of college, boyfriends and one night stands and things that were sort of in the middle, still talking often with Razzle as friends, but nothing ever seemed to stick. In her second year of college, when presented with the opportunity to study abroad, she took it, heading to the UK with an ulterior motive. 

They’d needed the time apart, to grow as people and as friends, but the moment Charlotte steps off the plane, and Razzle’s waiting with her name on a sign, a bunch of flowers, and a bright smile, Charlotte knew she was still absolutely gone for him.

They’d been more or less together for the better part of a decade, with Charlotte often joining Hanoi’s tours, or Razzle following Charlotte to wherever Rolling Stone had sent her since she’d become their foreign correspondent in 1994. Both were now well versed in being understanding, with such hectic and conflicting schedules, but when they’re together, Charlotte can’t help but feel seventeen again, falling in love with him all over again, and she knows he feels the same. 

“Australia, that’s on my bucket list,” Leo mused from where he had been wrapping napkins around knives and forks, and putting them neatly in a basket.

“Oh, you’d love it,” Charlotte enthuses, “if you ever want to expand your business, I think it’d be a hit down under.”

“It becomes a chain, but only with a store here, and one in Australia,” Leo snorts a laugh at the idea, though it’s amused rather than derisive, before he brushes the thought aside, “nah, I think with the diner as big as it is, and being in talks with the pub, that’s all I want.” He says with a fond grin, though that second part was news to Charlotte.

“The Kings’?” Charlotte says with interest, looking over her shoulder at the now rather tired-looking pub across the road. 

“The owners are looking at selling it,” Lola says tentatively, looking to her father who wore a small smile, giving a nod of confirmation, “since we started started selling merchandise, we’ve been pulling a little bit more of a profit than usual, which, you know, that’s not what’s important, but I was kind of interested in buying the pub.”

“Oh shit,” Charlotte muttered, “you’re talking about me being all grown up, Lo, you guys are buying a pub?”

Behind Lola, Mal had thoroughly mixed his milkshake, and took the cup off of the mixer, putting a bright, paper straw into it and carrying it around the counter to sit himself next to Charlotte as they all spoke. 

“It’s not finalized yet, but hopefully in the new year some time.” She sounds so fucking proud, and for a moment, Charlotte barely recognizes her from the girl she’d met twelve years ago, the standoffish, closed off, new kid at school. It was strange, knowing that the girl she’d first met reading a porno mag in the beer garden across the road, had a Masters in Business Administration, and was successfully running the business side of her family’s restaurant. Without sacrificing the quality, cheap price, or heart of Leo’s, Lola had taken over the the successful business, and helped it to thrive. 

“That’s so exciting!” Charlotte’s eyes shone brightly as she leaned on the counter, beaming at her old friend, “and how’s Nikki; I heard Motley’s last tour went well, is he back yet?” 

“He’s actually due back from the studio any minute,” Lola grins, “I wish I would have known you were coming, he could have brought the band.”

“It’s no worry, I mean we’re all coming for lunch on Saturday, right? After Eileen and Keanu fly in -?”

Mal made a noise of protest as Leo bent all the way over the counter and angled to take a sip of his milkshake.

“Sorry Mal, usually they’re a hundred, million dollars, but I will settle for one sip,” Leo told him, and Mal clicked his tongue, shaking his head in a way that looked so much like Lola.

“They’re four dollars, Tutu, it says on the menu, but you can have a sip because I love you,” he said, with an uncompromising sincerity as he angled the cup and straw to his grandfather. Leo’s expression melted to adoration, thanking the boy as he took a small sip, while both Lola and Charlotte looked on in awe as they watched the exchange. 

“How did me and your dad ever make something half as sweet as you?” Lola cooed, and Mal gave her a toothy grin in response, before joyfully slurping down his milkshake. As if on cue, the door to the diner opened, and Nikki Sixx himself stepped in, shivering from the cold.

“Hey Nikki,” Nathan, the boy by the door, says with an easy familiarity, not even bothering to ask if he wanted a table, and Nikki greeted him kindly in turn, while greetings from other nearby staff were also offered to the newcomer. Leo offered a wave and a greeting, but his name was called from the kitchen and he followed the call quickly.

“Dad!” Mal yelled at the top of his little lungs, jumping from his stool and leaving his milkshake forgotten, to practically tackle the bassist who had just arrived. Nikki picks him up with ease, swinging him around before wrapping him up in a hug, making his way to the counter where Lola had taken a sip of her son’s milkshake, and Charlotte had watched the encounter with delight. 

“Charlie Lee-Dingley,” Nikki smiled warmly at her, carrying his son over, who was hugging his father tightly, face hidden in the mess of Nikki’s black hair, “it’s good to see you, how long ago did you get in?”

“Like three hours ago,” Charlie laughed, honest, and his eyebrows rose as he moved behind the counter to press a kiss to Lola’s temple in greeting. Mal, in his arms, surfaces only to take his milkshake out of his mother’s hands, content enough to just be quiet and drink, tucked up against his father. Like this, they make a strangely picture-perfect family, and Charlotte’s heart warms at the sight. “Razzle’s sleeping off his jetlag at my parents’ place; how’s the new album coming along?”

“Apart from Vince walking out on us like a -” he hesitates for a moment, gaze flicking to his young son, “- dweeb,” he settles on, “we’re great, actually our new singer, John, he’s fantastic.”

“So Vince is really out for good?” Charlotte asks, and has to hold herself back from pulling out a notebook, journalistic instincts kicking in at the hint of a scoop in her field. But these are her friends, so she restrains herself.

“He’s being -” again he hesitates, which Charlotte finds strange considering Lola swearing with seemingly no consideration for her son earlier, “not nice, and his priorities weren’t with the band; it was for the best.” He concedes, and then puts Mal down when the kid starts wriggling, following after Leo into the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry, am I allowed to swear in front of him?” Charlotte asks, lowering her voice, and both Nikki and Lola grinned.

“Yeah, of course, we want Mal to know that swearing’s just words, so we’re okay with it, but we just try and keep from using language about other people that’s too harsh around him, like Vince is still a good Uncle to the kid, we don’t want him to think negatively about his family just ‘cos of business stuff, you know,” Nikki explains, and oh what the fuck, when did they become so reasonable. 

“Of course,” Charlotte nods in understanding, before asking, “so is Vince coming to lunch on Saturday or...?”

“Between the band stuff and People Magazine telling the whole world that Peach is expecting a kid with that 90210 actor she left him for? Probably not,” Lola snickered, “but he gave me a call the other day and said he’s going to stop in and give Mal his Christmas gift while the band is at the studio some time next week.”

“He’s so fucking petty,” Nikki hissed, rolling his eyes. Lola wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a side-hug as a show of support, still so short next to him, like she had been ever since the end of high school. She bounces up on her toes and kisses Nikki’s cheek where he’s scowling.

“It’s cute that he got Mal a gift,” Charlotte points out, which Nikki begrudgingly agrees. Despite the fact that neither Lola nor her father celebrated Christmas, Nikki was raised to, and so were most of the kid’s not-technically-related family, like the Lees, the Austens, and the Neils, and Lola was more than happy to participate, in part, for the people she loved. 

Lola and Leo did a lot for the people they loved, in their own way, and the diner was a testament to that. There were photos and articles all over the walls, posters, magazine covers, CDs on shelves, all of the bands, the people, the places, or the things they loved. There’s a wall that’s just covered in polaroids of everyone who’s ever worked here, photos of people who have become friends of Leo and Lola’s, the covers of Leo’s favorite albums spanning back through the decades, articles with glowing reviews of the diner, and three photos of Lola from her three different graduations; high school, her Bachelor’s, and her Master’s.

The first Summer Charlotte had returned after being hired by Rolling Stone, she’d come to see her first article up on the wall of Leo’s, right beside the photo he’d taken of them all from after their Junior prom, when they’d all come back to Leo’s to celebrate the night, and themselves; all of Motley Crue, Charlotte with Razzle, Lola, Peach, Eileen, even Keanu was there, beaming with his arm around Eileen’s shoulders. Now, when she looks to that photo, she not only sees her first article beside it, but she sees the one she wrote on Motley Crue, which she’d had them include in the actual printed article, a scanned image of the badge Lola had hand made for her at 17, black construction paper cut into a star that said ‘Punched Nikki Sixx’ in silver pen. There’s reviews for the movies that Keanu’s been in, TV shows Peach has been a part of, a New York Times article about a big case Eileen had won, and her business card, as well as the CD booklet that had come with the first Hanoi Rocks album, and a signed Motley Crue poster above it all. It was close to a shrine, a dedication to the people who mattered to Leo and Lola, a reminder that no matter how far they all went, they could still call the diner home. 

Charlotte doesn’t look at it for too long, or else she knows she’ll start crying.

By the time Charlotte looks away from the wall, Nikki’s moved into the kitchen, put his hair up like she remembers him doing so many times before, back when he’d worked here in high school, and he’s chattering away to Leo about how the album’s coming along as they’re preparing dishes. Lola’s serving someone at the counter, and Mal’s standing beside her on his stool, diligently counting the money the customer’s given before handing it over to his mother to cash. 

Charlotte recognizes it when Home Sweet Home starts playing around the same time Mal seems to, his whole little face lighting up, and he looks like he wants to call out to Nikki, but when he sees his father focused and working away in the kitchen, he stays quiet. But he sees Charlotte, and he trots over to her, bringing his stool, and standing across from her. 

“Do you know this song?” He asks, seriously.

“Of course I do! My cousin and your dad wrote it!” She grinned, and Mal nodded, beaming, “you know, they started writing this when they visited me with your mom, because I was living very far away.” She tells him, “and I couldn’t come home, and it was pretty sad for all of us.”

“Why couldn’t you come home?” Mal asked, his little face all concerned.

“Because I was at school, and it was very important to me.”

“But you came back,” Mal frowned a moment, looking to his mother, and then over his shoulder at his father and grandfather, “because they came back, you didn’t all stay there.” It’s not a question; obviously Charlotte was here, he was just trying to wrap his mind around it.

“Yes, I came home; I always come home.”

“To Leo’s,” like it’s the only real answer, which, to him, who lived above the diner, it was. But as Charlotte considered, she let herself smile, let herself agree.

“Home to Leo’s.”

[minhoslut]

♡ summary: Y/N is a fairy in a world of magic hating humans, who moves into a house with seven young men after being kicked out of her old dorm. She learns about all their secrets while hiding hers for as long as she can. Lots of parties, games, sex and maybe even love.

♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 3417

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter five: we like to party

♡ A/N: the smut arrives uwu

After breakfast, you decided to go for a run in the forest to help get rid of some of the excited energy you were bursting with. Wearing a dusty rose sports bra with matching capris leggings , you began stretching in the backyard. It was nice to be so close to nature, it made your magic tingle and the instinct to release your wings was strong. You sighed at the thought, it was so fucked that magical creatures couldn’t just be part of society, usually they just lived a little differently, no harm done. Yeah sometimes they did bad things, but so did humans! They are so jealous and scared of things that are different though. You clicked your tongue and took a few deep breaths before heading into the woods.

The birds were calling to each other in the trees, and everything smelled fresh. When you reached the lake with the waterfall you stopped to take a dip, stripping naked and slipping into the cool water. Diving down to the bottom, you laid across the sand and relaxed in the silence. You had always loved being deep underwater, just sitting or lying down and being surrounded by silence. You didn't like being alone though, so when you were younger you would create a water being to talk to and play with. Silently, you wished that you could share things like this with someone, but humans can't hold their breath as long as fairies can so you'd just be outing yourself.

An idea struck you as you looked up at the surface and realized how deep the lake was, a smile crossing your lips. Standing up, you released your wings into the water and sighed in relief. Flying was a no, but at least they could be unfurled. The silver, blue and gold flecks in your wings sparkled in the water, refracting light all around you. They wouldn't get wrecked in the water, despite what some human tales of fairies said, you weren't a butterfly after all.

You fluttered your wings a little bit, creating a small current in the water. It was so freeing to be able to have your wings out, you closed your eyes and flapped your wings hard, making the water rush around you. Jumping up, you burst from the lake and brought your wings back in before falling back into the water. You swam some laps and explored the depths of the lake for a while until you began to get bored. Pulling yourself up on the shore and shaking yourself dry, you redressed and ran back to the house.

~

"Hey Y/N!" Taehyung greeted you from the deck where he was stringing some lights up. "Need any help Tae? Can I call you that?" You asked as you joined him, "For sure as long as I can call you N/N!" He said a grin on his face. You laughed and agreed, holding the nails for him while he hammered the lights to the side of the house. "Do you take these down every week or are they new?" You questioned as you handed him another nail. "We had some up but they kinda got broken... So we just got around to replacing them haha." His answer was vague but you didn't push, not like it mattered much anyway.

"Tae come in for lunch- Y/N you're back! You come too~" Jimin said sweetly, poking his head out the back door. Returning the nails to their bin you wiped your hands on your pants and headed inside, taking a seat at the table next to Jungkook. Jin and Namjoon placed plates of steaming dumplings on the table and everyone sat to enjoy their late lunch together.

"After lunch, Kook and Yoongi, can you guys start setting up the music stuff, and Jin, Hobi and I will do drink/food prep, Y/N, you and Tae continue doing outside! Sound good?" Namjoon said as he began clearing dishes from the table now that everyone was done eating. Various words of agreement were exchanged as you all headed to your assigned areas of setup. You collected the nails once again and followed Tae along the side of the house. When the two of you had finished with the lights you moved onto setting up some chairs and a pong table.

You ran inside to grab some cases of beer to keep by the pong table, bumping into Hoseok as you go. "Sorry~" You called sending him a smile as you went, getting a cute dimple smile in return. Cute dimple. "Tae~ Is this the right stuff?" You asked walking up to him as he set up the triangles of cups. "Yeah, just set it underneath for now." He responded, taking a case from you and shoving it under the table. "What next?" You questioned stretching your arms while Taehyung grabbed his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

"Well it's near dinner so let's see if everyone else is finished with their jobs." He suggested, linking his arm with yours and pulling you inside. "Anybody need help finishing up?" You shouted as you grabbed two glasses and filled them with water from the fridge before handing one to Taehyung. A bunch of no's echoed through the house in response to you, so you began pulling burger buns out and cutting them. "Ooh are you gunna make us burgers?" Taehyung asked coming to sit at the bar, leaning his elbows on the table and propping his head in his hands.

"Yes cute boy, I am! I'm excited for the party so I don't want many dishes~" You told him while you prepped the patties and toppings, cutting various vegetables up and placing them on a plate. He laughed at your nickname for him and rose from his seat to help you by setting the table and lighting the barbeque. Once it was hot enough you put the burgers on and turned on some music while they were cooking. "Are you surprised? It’s like bubblegum pop, because I broke all the rules, because I’m going to show you the real me, really really me, I’m a cherry on top yeah~" You sang along to ITZY  as you flipped the burgers.

The smell of the barbeque lured the six men to the table when they had finished their tasks. "Damn what smells so fuckin' good?" Jungkook said as he entered, "Y/N made burgers~" Taehyung answered from his seat at the table where he was getting his bun ready. "Y/N remind me to wife you up." Jungkook said as he sat down, you laughed at his comment and shook your head, bringing the now cooked patties into the kitchen. "Let's eat!" You said, a smile set upon your lips.

~

When everyone had finished eating, Taehyung cleared away the dishes and everyone split off to their own rooms to get ready. You pulled out various options for tonights outfit, and stripped out of your current clothing, sliding into a silky pink robe with fur trim on its sleeves . Dress, skirt, or pants… You scanned through what you had pulled out and sorted them into groups. A knock at the door pulled you away from the piles of fabric, “Come in~” Namjoon opened the door and stepped in. “Hey Y/N, uh, just wanted to give you the lowdown of the party rules of sorts, but if you’re not ready I can wait-”

You interrupted him with a wave of your hand. “I wouldn’t have let you in if I wanted to wait.” You said smiling at him. “Ok, sure, well, the only real rule is don’t take anyone to someone else's bedroom.” Nodding, you turned back to your clothes, “Joon, can I call you that? Should I wear a skirt, dress or pants?” He came and stood beside you, “Uh, dress? And of course you can, we are friends after all.” Hearing him say that made the smile on your lips blossom into a full grin. "Thanks Joon~ I'll see you in a bit."

Now that you had narrowed it down to dresses thanks to Namjoon, you were able to pick your party look. A longsleeved off the shoulder white top with black trim layered underneath a black dress with two zippers down the whole thing and chain straps attached by a hoop . Popping in some silver hoop earrings and brushing our hair, you moved to the mirror. Lip Gloss, brow gel and a simple cat eye wing and you were set. You surveyed yourself in the full body mirror, checking your outfit and unzipping the bottom half of the dress. "Okay sexy, let's get some!"

~

You bumped into Hoseok first, when you had come down to the second floor. He was wearing a classic white t-shirt tucked into light blue straight leg jeans with a frayed hem, cinched with a black belt and a back crossbody bag with white polka dots across his chest. A simple silver chain hung around his neck and tied everything together. "Hey Hobi! You look really good! Ready to get some chicks?" You ruffled his peachy blonde locks, making Hoseok laugh and shake his head. "May I escort you to the dance hall, princess?" Stifling a laugh, you took his offered arm, "I'll allow it, sir knight."

Jin and Jimin were putting away anything breakable in the living room when you entered with Hoseok. Jin was wearing an oversized white t-shirt tucked into belted black jeans  and Jimin was in a wide neck black tee tucked into black skinny jeans with rips at the knee, a black belt and a silver chain with a long silver tooth on it . "Looking good~ You guys know how to lure in people, huh?" You whistled taking them in. Jimin ran a hand through his black hair and Jin blew a kiss your way. "Says you!" Jungkook said as he and Namjoon entered the room.

Jungkook was fixing the pale pink button-up he had over top of a white tee with a black design on it. His jeans were light blue skinnies with rips at the knees, a black belt holding the in place. Namjoon wearing navy blue slacks with a shimmery peach short-sleeved button-up tucked into them, the top button undone. "Knock out after knock out huh, do they put something in your water here?" You joked, "You've obviously been drinking it too Y/N~" Yoongi teased coming to stand by you, dressed in ripped blue jeans, an oversized tan shirt, and a purple and black flannel overtop.

"Well then, let’s get started!" Jin said clapping his hands and heading to the kitchen, "Shots! To kick off the night and welcome Y/N to our home officially!" Hoseok cheered following after Seokjin. The rest of you also joined them and Jin poured out eight tequila shots, everyone prepped their lemon slices and salted their thumbs. "To Y/N!" Namjoon cheered, the same praise echoed by the six others before you all took your shots.

Soon after your celebratory shot, people began to show up to the house, welcomed by the boys who quickly introduced you to them. The music was turned up and the rooms were quickly filled with people, drinking and laughing. There were so many stunning people in the room, you surveyed them as you sipped your drink, pleasantly buzzed by this point. You noticed Jin speaking with a girl on the deck and began making your way over to them.

The girl has wavy long bleach blonde hair and eyes that were somehow round and sharp all at once. She was wearing a black crop tank top, a pair of black cargo pants and a chunky choker with a big silver hoop on it. There were several chains hanging across her pants, as well as some joining the choker on her neck, and a black belt with silver cut-outs was cinching her waist in. It was a simple but sexy ensemble and you were captivated.

"Hi~" You said coming into their conversation, "Hey Y/N! This is Chungha, Chungha, Y/N." Jin introduced the two of you and excused himself to the washroom. "You look amazing tonight, Chungha! I love the vibe." You said in a flirting tone, touching her wrist softly. "Mm, I could say the same to you Y/N. You're their new roomie, right?" Nodding, you twirled your white hair cutely, "Do you come to these often?" You questioned, "Pretty much every weekend haha. I like coming to dance with people." Dance huh? "I love dancing as well! I'm glad people seem to actually dance at their parties~" You chuckled.

"Well then how about we get on the dance floor?" Chungha grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house, holding your body against hers as you danced together. She kept her hands on your waist, swaying with you and grinding your bodies together. Your hands were around her neck and the distance between you was getting smaller by the second. Someone came up behind you and pressed themselves against your back. Turning, Seokjins deep brown eyes locked with yours and you pulled his arm over your shoulder.

The three of you danced together as you moved lithely between them, passion thick in the air between you. Chungha pulled you into her and kissed you hard, her lips soft and warm, tasted like cherries. A second pair of lips connected with your exposed neck causing a soft moan made its way out of your mouth and into the kiss with Chungha. It was obviously Jin who was kissing your neck, you could feel him holding you closer, his cock pressed against your ass.

Chungha pulled out of your dance floor makeout sesh and took your hand in her right and Seokjins hand in her left. She led you both up the stairs to what you assumed to be Jins room, kissing you again when you had all entered the room. "Are you both ok with this?" She asked between kisses. You looked at Seokjin and nodded, "Yes." You both answered truthfully, excitement and arousal tinging your voices.

"Strip for us baby girl~" Chungha said sitting on the bed and pulling Seokjin down beside her, a delicate hand on the bulge in his pants, giving slight pressure to encourage his arousal further. You unzipped your dress slowly, pulling the zipper all the off and shimmying out, tossing it into a corner. Now you were left standing in your top and a black mesh thong with rhinestone straps,  you kept your eyes on them both as you crossed your arms and peeled the top off of your body, letting your breasts bounce out.

Your nipples hardened at the coolness of the air, and you plopped yourself into Chunghas lap, "Please warm me up~" You breathed, lips almost touching the shell of her ear. "Patience, baby." She flipped you over and left you lying on the bed, "Touch yourself while you watch us." It was more of a demand than anything, but you complied easily, one hand running across the mesh of your panties and one on your sensitive nipple.

Your eyes followed as Chungha stripped Jin naked and began to stroke his now rock hard cock, making lewd sounds tumble from his lips. "Mm, I know you like being watched big boy, should we give her more of a show?" Chungha released Jin and began to take her own clothes off. You arched your back and fondled your boobs as you stared at Chunghas body, clad in a matching lingerie set. It was leopard print bra and thong with two sets of straps to hold it together and the bra which consisted of two strips of the leopard print fabric, barely holding her in. A big silver hoop sat just above her pelvis connected to the straps, and another on her bra between her breasts .

Seokjin let out an audible "fuck" as Chungha knelt in front of him and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Your eyes never wandered as she slowly engulfed his full length, making him throw his head back and moan deeply. You whined from your spot on the bed, wanting to join in on the fun. Chungha pulled out slowly, letting the head out of her mouth with a wet 'pop.' "Oh? Impatient little slut aren't you~" She purred, still pumping Jins length. releasing it, she stood up and led Jin to the bed, "Lay down Jinnie."

Jin laid on the bed flat and Chungha came up onto the bed to join you both. "Suck his dick, nice and slow for me," She directed you, pushing your head over to his cock, "and Jin, you better make me cum with that smooth-talking mouth of yours." Stripping out of her lingerie, she positioned herself above his mouth. You took his cock in your mouth, tongue flat, and moaned around it as you deepthroated him.

The taste of precum coated your mouth, making you drool even more. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room and Chunghas breathy moans were like an angels chorus, turning you on even more. Your cunt was begging for attention and your fingers rubbing yourself through your panties just wasn't enough. You bobbed on Jins cock and hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off. Licking around the head, you swirled your tongue and cupped his balls as you did so. Chunghas moans got louder, you lifted your eyes and watched as she rode Jins face through her orgasm.

"Y/N you lie down now and get those panties off." Chungha ordered, moving off of Seokjins mouth. You laid down supine near the edge of the bed, with your knees bent and pulled your thong off. Anticipation was radiating throughout the room, Jin hopped off the bed and stood at your feet. Chungha climbed on top of you, laying down on you and hooking her legs on either side. Your breasts were pushed up against hers, making you moan and she started kissing you again.

You felt the head of Jins dick slide across your dripping folds before pushing it between your and Chunghas soaked cunts. The three of you moaned together as Jin picked up his pace fucking between you both and hitting your clits just right. You kissed along Chunghas neck, her skin soft and warm. She, in turn, sucked hickies along your neck and chest, licking at your nipples as her mouth roamed. "Fuck her." Chungha gave the command and Jin followed, his thick girth was thrust into your tight pussy.

Seokjins name tumbled from your lips in a mantra as he fucked your roughly, all while Chungha continued to suck and nip at your skin. Suddenly, Chungah pulled off of you and moved up to hover above your kiss swollen lips. "Can you do two things at once like a good girl?" She cooed, seduction dripping from her tone. You mewled out a yes and licked across her pretty pussy. You inserted two fingers inter her core and pumped while you sucked on her clit, curling your fingers to hit the right spot. Hearing her moan your name encouraged you further as you tried to stay focused with Jin snapping his hips into you roughly.

"I-I'm close." You heard Seokjin say breathlessly, "It's safe cum inside~" You whined, not wanting him to stop, the knot in your stomach getting close to coming undone. He started rubbing your clit and you arched your back, fucking Chungha harder with your fingers. "Let's cum together, now." Chungha purred and just like that you could feel her thighs shaking around you. Jins hot seed filled you up perfectly, and you were brought to your peak as he continued fucking you through his own orgasm.

Jin pulled out slowly, causing you to moan wantonly as his cum leaked out and mixed with your own. Your lips were glistening covered in Chunghas cum, it tasted amazing. "Mm, thanks you two~ Let's get you cleaned up." Chungha said getting off of you and hopping down off the bed. She pulled her clothes back on and left the room, returning with a warm cloth which she used to wipe you down. You saw Seokjin grabbing new boxers and a big t-shirt, which he handed to you once you were wiped clean. You thanked him as he grabbed his own set and slid under the covers, beckoning you to join him, which you did. Chungha blew you both a kiss as she left, and then everything went fuzzy.

[tearosefade]

BNHA Mirrors KatsuDeku Angst Preview!

I had the great honor of being able to write for the BakuDeku angst category for @bnha-mirrors ! It was a lot of fun working with such great talent, and I’m really glad I got to be a part of such a neat project. I was also interviewed by @the-wonder-duo blog in relation to it! Without further ado, here is a preview of the first 1,000 words of my story, We are Wanderers Still!  If you like it, please consider supporting the project and buying a copy!

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Izuku Midoriya dies at age fifteen, and the world is none the wiser.

His body is inundated in a halo of blue flowers, half-buried beneath the gentle flow of a stream, and more a garden than a child when police at long last discover him.

There had been a smile upon his face, warm in its innocence despite the decay evident in the skin, just beneath the cover of fluttering petals. They called him lovely, hauntingly welcoming even in death.

When Katsuki arrives at school, shaking an epoch of fatigue from his shoulders, he catches a glimpse of Izuku’s mother inside the principal’s office, just off the side of the entrance. Her posture is slouched, her face stricken with rivulets of tears that seem endless. The faculty crouches around her, bogged with a heavy veil of sympathy, and Katsuki’s heart stirs within his chest. He pauses for only a moment.

He learns of Izuku’s fate soon after, and a heavy weight comes to rest in his gut. His classmates explode in murmurs around him, hushed waves of noise that creep into the static in his ears like ocean tides to settle throughout his mind.

Beneath a layer of reservation, Katsuki’s bones rattle in his skin. He turns his head to catch a glimpse of the seat behind him, weighted in its emptiness, and never to be filled again.

It’s not long before a classmate places a vase of flowers on the desk. Katsuki can’t tell their type, only that they are not the ones growing beneath the shaded trees and drifting under the current he had discovered. They seem hastily picked, like an afterthought, wilting under the harsh sunlight and meager water left in the vase.

None of it seemed genuine, in any way. It was unfair.

He and Izuku had not been friends for years, yet somehow his thoughts are driven by a halo of green hair, curved along a round plane of soft, freckled cheeks. He’d not given Izuku the time of day for as long as he could remember, though he thinks of sheepish laughter, and a smile of verdant sunshine.

Katsuki’s mother cries when she hears the news, and he feels an ache in his heart that is heavy and empty all at once.

He dreams of Izuku for the very first time, asleep in a garden of peach flowers that twirl languidly in the breeze. His chest is split in two, from which blossoms he could only guess the names of spill forth, budding a garden from a carcass.

Katsuki wakes breathless with tears on his cheeks, and a fleeting hint of a name buried deep within his throat.

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“Katsuki.”

Over the calm steam from the morning coffee, his mother’s stare seems older than it has ever been. He sees the crow’s feet begin to pull at her eyes, frown bearing creases etching in the contours of her face. Katsuki wonders when she had begun to show her age, and how he'd missed it, as he had missed other important things in his life.

Mitsuki doesn't wait for his response, continuing as she had been, “Izuku's funeral service is this weekend. I promised Inko that we would go.”

Katsuki stares into the swirling wooden grain of the table and imagines the cooling touch of moss soaked tree bark beneath his fingertips. Sunlight dapples off his arms, the sound of a river floods his mind, and Izuku is there, lips parted as if to say—

“Katsuki.”

Life returns to him again. Katsuki observes the perimeter of the kitchen as if he'd reached within his own heart to pull the threads of his soul free from winding about his bones. It is a jarring feeling, one he could never truly understand. He sighs over the sound of scraped chairs, and poured coffee, and finds Mitsuki has not eased the intensity of her stare when he returns.

“Look, I'll fuckin’ be there, alright?” He retorts, sinking back into the chair like a weight, heavier than when he'd left.

He takes a deep breath over his mug, and he smells what he is sure is the Earth, dirt after a cooling spring rain, and not the drink he had poured. After closing his eyes, in a memory beyond his understanding, Katsuki hears the soft echo of a laugh, familiar and strange.

The coffee mug remains on the table, untouched, and Katsuki nearly forgets his bookbag on the way to school.

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There is a forest that runs along the back of his home, one he had always revered as holding an ethereal sort of mysticism. Katsuki walks at the edge of the clearing, teetering halfway beyond the wooded shade of the trees, and thinks, surely that could never be Izuku’s resting place. A small brick wall divides the street from the trees, hardly scraping against his knees now, but an insurmountable wall when they had been children. In another time, Izuku would be there, his clumsy hobbling and timid voice, creaking like old floorboards and hovering just in the range of Katsuki’s periphery.

Katsuki would turn to offer him words of encouragement, his confidence invoking a small fire of determination in his shy friend.

“Don’t let those shitty bullies get to you, dummy,” he’d say, “you’re way better than them.”

Izuku had been a selfless soul. Quiet, kind, carried his heart in his arms to present to any who asked. They were friends, years ago, when the world seemed far less callous, when he could hold Izuku’s hands and feel no guilt, no anger.

Katsuki extends his arms to the side, as he once had as a child to balance himself upon a ledge, and swears he feels something grasp the spaces between his fingers.

He feels eyes from all directions bear down on him, an omnipresent scrutiny that leaves a sensation of exposure blooming beneath his skin. An invisible hand pushes against his chest, reaching through the skin to rest against his lungs and push air out in one harsh breath.

[ausnulled-a]

@yagi-no-uta

“Says the one who’s tried how many fuckin’ times to end his early?”Chuuya huffs, slurring his words a little - he slams down the whiskey glass. The redhead wasn’t usually a whiskey drinker; if sake is a comedy, then wine is a drama. So what does that make whiskey…?

“‘sides, this shit ain’t cheap. Ya expect me to drink piss or somethin’, don’t ya” he snorts, hostility lying just beneath the surface and yet underneath that still, the side of him only hard liquor can unearth. “Just ‘cause I’m…” he shuts himself up with another swig, sighing out and wavering in place for a moment.

“Time for givin’ up the ghost…fuck, it’s you I hate the most. There’s no guarantee - it doesn’t matter” Chuuya hums, seemingly to a song playing in his head.

“This time I might just disappear”

                      chapter o1.        ❛   ──── i wonder what you’re implying by that, chuuya.   ❜   surprisingly none of them were planning to kill each other,  not even close to fighting each other.  but knowing tsushima,  that’ll change anytime soon.   ❛   my opinion still stands,  the peach blossoms are still my favourite flowers.  my ex-wife and daughter loved them especially.  ❜ 

                        chapter o2.     showing emotions wasn’t one of the authors strength,  neither was it their weakness.  just being genuine was the challenge...     ❛   a little bit of bitterness in whiskey has never killed anyone.  i know you’re not the kind to drink whiskey,  but rather wine...  however,  i do appreciate your company...   ❜   but today was a special day.  believe it or not,  his own flesh and blood stopped existing altogether.  her last words so painful,  echoing in his head:  “father,  i wanna live.”   if only he was there for her.

[starlessskies94]

“I love you, Peaches. More than I can fuckin’ say.”

Rereading @neganandblake ‘s I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches; to make chapter banners and I’m loving the blossoming love between these cuties all over again!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻♥️♥️

[lovebunnie]

all of them :))) ✨🌟

oh dear lord mads

Crimson - What was an event that’s shaped you to be who you are today? - i would probably say when i took my speech classes, as it really grew my love of public speaking and speech writing :>

Light Pink - Do you have stuffed animals? - yeah! i have a plush elephant, a green dinosaur, a small lamb, and a plush tweek doll from south park. they all chill with me and i love them

Blush - Are you single? - indeed i am!

Amaranth - What’s your favourite emotion? - im fond of :3 and :p

Cherry Blossom - How are you feeling right now? - kind of nervous for camp but overall really excited! and sleepy but thats unrelated

Hollywood Cerise - What are your ambitions? - i want to become a speech teacher or an english teacher and teach people how to find their voice in public speaking

Razzmatazz - Favourite TV Show? - …hannibal…

Rose - Where do you feel most comfortable? - in my room, with a laptop on my bed and my cat next to me, just fuckin Chillin

French Rose - What is your favourite flavour? - lemon!!

Cameo Pink - Favourite movie? - dead poets society, all day every day

Buff Orange - Would you consider yourself athletic? - not at fucking all. i used to be but not anymore :[

Burnt Sienna - Favourite smell? - roses and peaches. hell fucking yeah.

Melon - Do you like to dance? - sure! when i get ready in the morning and at night i dance to random music in my pajamas 

Carrot - Do you bake? - i make shit from boxed things, but from scratch no

Copper - What is your favourite kind of day? - a rainy day but not a thunderstorm and its saturday and i just got out of work and i have lots of money from it :3

 Orangeade - When do you feel alive? - gonna keep it real with u, i cant really remember the last time i felt really alive. im just kinda here exisiting 

Gamboge - Where do you want to travel? - id love to go to europe or back to san francisco or new york city!!

Peach - Favourite texture/s? - lace…

Vermillion - How brave are you? - not brave at all! im such a coward!

Bittersweet Shimmer - What is your favourite memory? - when my best friend visited from maryland and we hung out all day. thats the first that comes to mind.

Flax - Do you like going to the beach? - i fucking hate the beach

Wheat - Who can you trust the most? - i have a lot of trust issues but i really honestly can trust my best friend irl, @sarkisianns, and @g0bbleb0ners. i luv dem.

Laser Lemon - What kind of phone do you have? - an iphone 6

Gold - Are you high maintenance? - i cant really say for sure but like, probably yeah im a mess

Mellow Yellow - How calm are you? - im never calm literally ever i have an anxiety disorder

Unmellow Yellow - How high energy are you? - i used to be super high energy but recently ive been tired all the time :[

Papaya Whip - How honest are you? - i try to be as honest as humanly possible. i see honesty as the best way to go always, no matter what.

Transparent Yellow - Would you consider yourself to be special? - id like to imagine i am but honestly probably not

Canary - Favourite song? - atm its souk eye by gorillaz, but in the past its been ‘american pie’ and ‘viva la vida’

Reed Yellow - Do you play an instrument? - used to play drums, but not anymore! so no

Pear - Where do you feel rested? - in bed

Olive - What is your favourite food? - sushi is mmy fav its yummy

Fern - Favourite plant? - roses!!!!!!!

Moss - Are you quiet or loud? - depends on who you are. if i know u, i never shut up. if we dont know each other, im really silent. 

Tea green - How do you relax? - i try to sleep or i watch drew gooden on youtube

Celadon - Dream job? - in a perfect world? speech writer or professional public speaker 

Harlequin - Can you act? - im not really a theatre kid, but i am taking theatre next year so like who knows maybe ill find my calling

Malachite - Do you speak more than one language? - god i WISH but no

Mantis - Favourite animal? - kitties or sloths :3

Seafoam Green - Do you like water? - i fucking love it so much if i didnt have it, id LITERALLY die

Sky Blue - Would you ever want to fly? - sure! then id never have to drive which is ideal

Periwinkle - Would you want to breathe underwater? - yeah why not

Powder Blue - Or control the weather? - prob not i wouldnt know what is best for all the plants so i might kill them. but maybe to move all the hurricanes so no one dies……… yeah lets do that

Liberty - Become the president/prime minister? - id rather be shot in the chest

Space Cadet - Become an astronaut? - even tho i was known as ‘space kid’, space is terrifying so no thank u

Celeste (lol it me) - Have perfect pitch? - nah i like singing badly

Eton Blue - Become invisible? - YES PLEASE!!!!

Indigo - Become immortal? - no thanks, i dont want to see my mom die ever

Iris - Grow plants at will? - ROSES EVERYWHERE!!!!! THATS THE DREAM!!!!!!

Whispering Blue - Or teleport? - HELL YES!!!

Lilac - Would you want kids? - no way no how

Lavender - What is your favourite time of day? - early morning with the soft sunrise!!

Mulberry - Could you betray someone? - this is ominous as fuck but probably…. not… i mean, id like to think i couldnt

Eminence - Favourite sounds? - music and my kitty purring and making my friends laugh :3

Palatinate - Do you think you’ll make it to 100 years old? - probably not lbr

Prune - Do you ever think about dying? - everytime i enter a car or a movie theatre or walk alone i think about dying

Fandango - Do you spontaneously start singing sometimes? - YES. ITS MAGICAL

Thistle - If you could become wise, rich, or intelligent, which would you rather? - rich so i could give money to people who need it since rich people refuse to fucking do it

Mauve - What would you name your kids/pets? - id name a cat neil and a ferret either milo or bilbo

Royal Purple - What’s your favourite emotion? - …happiness…?

Cream - If you had 1 day left to live, what would you do? - probably sit in my bed and sob uncontrollably

 Silver - Are you a good person? - i dont think so, no

Ecru - How do you feel about the world today? - i think its in a very scary place rn and sometimes its hard to see good but if u look or it, it will always be there

Auburn - Favourite colour? - pink or red :p

White - Do you own lots of makeup? - i wish i owned more but im terrible at makeup so not really no 

Black - What is the greatest success of your life so far? - probably getting my blackbelt

Bronze - Would you follow my blog? - u silly goose….. i already AM!!! :DPink Nectar - What’s your aesthetic? - roses and peaches and softness and angels and sunshine and heart shaped objects and kitties and everything girly and delicate 

Sepia - Do you like photography? - sure! but im bad at it but i like looking at it

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Sub harry who is just discovering his kinks and your fucking him one day and put your hand on his neck and he says tighter in a breathy little whimper and so you do and that's how he finds out he likes getting choked

He’s come home from a day of recording at the studio and he’s all tuckered out but feeling really needy as well so he practically begs you to fuck him.

He’s so docile you don’t even need to tie him down. He’s laying out all sweaty across the bed, sheer black shirt unbuttoned all the way and his pants and briefs are discarded on the floor at the end of the bed. You’re riding him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock roughly with the back of your thighs slapping down on his, feeling his balls against your ass every time you sink down. His arms are above his head, splayed out limply with his fingers messing at the ends of his mussed up hair, whining softly as you bite down his neck and scratch up his chest, blowing on the stinging red lines and causing him to whimper all throaty and high.

“God, you’re amazing, y'know that?” Harry’s voice is soft and timid, eyes glued to your chest hungrily as it bounces in your perky lace bra– one he’d bought you at a fancy boutique when he was off shooting for the film in France.

“And you’re extremely thick. Did you know that?” You drag your lips sloppily down the spine of the butterfly tattoo, tongue peeking out to lap at one of his puffy nipples.

He answers with a short, wispy hiccup of, “Maybe.”

Your arms are holding his elbows down against the mattress, making sure he doesn’t move to touch you. Your knees are pressed up against his hips to give you balance as you slam down on him, his entire body jolting against the bed, cracked moans and soft keening stuttering from the heavy movement. He looks absolutely beautiful with his cheeks tinted rose and his big green eyes all doe-like and innocent, swollen bottom lip tucked under his front two teeth as he thrums out shaky hums of gratitude, filled with, “Fuck me so good, darling. No one takes my cock like you do.” and “You’re so tight, baby. Snug little cunt gonna fuckin’ ruin me for good, innit? Gonna make me come so hard it hurts…”

Your hand reaches towards his neck out of instinct, fingers wrapping around the back as your thumb presses softly against his bobbing Adam’s Apple, using your palm to bring him towards your mouth. You keep his throat stuck to your lips, teeth sinking in sweetly and marking deep purple bruises into his soft, tanned skin. Something to look forward to seeing on him tomorrow morning as he’s spread out over the pillows with the side of his face pasted to the cushion, hair in a fluffy, wild halo with the sheets hanging low on his hips, revealing all of the maroon and violet love bites scattered down the tight muscles of his back, across his broad shoulders and speckling his delicate neck.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you’d tightened your grip, thumb pressing down harder into his jugular and causing his breathing to shutter.

You immediately release your hold, apologies spilling from your lips as you kiss at his flushed ears with care, worried to death.

“More.” Harry’s croak is airy and quaking, but insistent nonetheless.

You stare at him for a second, surprised by the new development. But you grant him his wish, wrapping your fingers around his throat and tightening like before. “Like this?”

He nods feverishly, suckling his bottom lip into his mouth, bright canopy green eyes rolling into the back of his head as the edges of his mouth twitch up into a teeny, satisfied smile. “Jus’ like that.”

You continue rocking against him, other hand cradling the side of his face as you gradually close your fingers further around his neck, relying on his body language and sounds of pleasure to guide you on this new territory. And what a discovery this is.

Harry looks incredibly sexy with his head tilted all the way back against the pillow, jaw flexing alluringly as his ruby lips are parted, heavy whimpers and short gasps rawing his lungs. His eyes are barely cracked open, heavy lashes brushing the tops of his simmering cheeks as he looks down on you with so much lust it burns. He pouts his bottom lip out pleadingly, talking meekly. “Can I have a kiss?”

You respond by flushing your lips against his, tongue dipping in teasingly and pulling out to skim his upper lip temptingly, drawing a deep, needy whine from him, air puffing out shallow and quivering.

“You’re so fucking dirty. Getting kinkier every day, y'know that?“

Harry returns your comment with a coy grin, tilting his head forward so that your fingertips dig deeper against his throat, bruising himself in the process and smiling as he feels the marks blossoming. He softens his eyes into looking all watery and innocent, but you can see a devilish glint in the specks of gold that shimmer in his irises.

“And you’re a pretty little thing with a tight cunt and a knack for returning my kinks. Did you know that?”

[vincentvangogh-ingtobed]

Tagged by: @shirleyoucantbeserious and also @staleoreo-qy ...... and also i think @elea-normal might have tagged me..... oops I am An Shit 

Rules: answer the questions and tag twenty of your followers that you’d like to know better 

Name: Valentine

Nicknames: Val, V, a few of my friends use Persephone as my middle name so ig that counts, one person a while ago decided to call me Cupid? 

Zodiac: Leo 

Height: 5″2′ very tiny 

Age: 17

Orientation: Pansexual 

Ethnicity: Mostly Indian with some Persian (a direct contrast to Shirley’s “this water is too spicy”?) 

Favorite fruit: Raspberries, cherries, peaches, cantaloupe, mangoes (i really love most fruits, besides like honeydew and papaya) 

Favorite season: Fall because all of fall is great, spring because it’s not unbearably cold in the house anymore 

Favorite flowers: Peonies, hydrangeas, and roses

Favorite book series: the BYNMM series of course seeing how much i post about it 

Favorite scent: I like fruity and floral scent, plus mint chocolate scents. For fruity scents i prefer raspberry and apple scents, and for florals I like roses and cherry blossoms 

Coffee, tea, or cocoa: well my usual starbucks order is a cafe mocha with some peppermint, which basically combines hot cocoa with coffee, and has a hint of my favorite tea (peppermint), so like... all of them? 

Cat or dog person: I love cats, and i can tolerate dogs? i mean i think they’re cute and good companions, they just make me nervous, especially big and/or loud dogs

Average hours of sleep: 5 or 13. No in-between. 

Favorite fictional characters: Like... everyone from BYNMM? also Chris from Yuri on Ice (which i’m currently rewatching) 

OTP: Hard to say. I like most pairings in any work unless its like a problematic ship (incest, pedophilia, abusive, etc.) 

Dream trip: idk maybe a cruise to the bahamas? i like warm places. Or going back to Paris cuz i fuckin loooved Paris 

Blog created: right after i turned 14 so a little over three years ago 

Number of followers: 742 (i stopped making thank you posts after like 400 but i am grateful! even if a fair few of y’all are porn bots. a follower’s a follower, amirite?) 

Tags: oof this is the painful part. idk if i can tag 20 but ill try? 

@jota-i, @bellabozella, @ourladyphantom, @p-p-prongsisthebraveone, @nymphhadora, @mio-soldatino, @that-twenty-something, @thespiritsquid, @squidshavefeelingstoo, and @bridqe