#belly button trends

[gruesomejack]

Jack Stone, age 18.

[slut4jeon]

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer (jjk)

Officer!Jk x fem reader

Summary: Tiredly calling it a night after attending your workplaces celebration New Year's Eve party. You may have or not ran through a stop sign foolishly thinking no one would have been around to witness it…oh how wrong you were

Warnings: mature (18+), smut, degradation, unprotected sex, Voyeurism, don't read this if this does not interest you!! You have been warned!

I had this prepared early Jan but tumblr didn’t save my writing :(( so I gave up on it lmao. I also really wanted to write smth w tsx jungkook. The police trend w the Lana song gave me inspo for this although the actual trend isn’t in the fic.

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You were calling it a night, exiting the noisy building that is your workplace. There was a currently a party in the building where your coworkers were celebrating the New Year's.

You were tired. The loud music and chatters annoying you. You chose a safer route tonight, sticking to sparkling cider since you were driving yourselves home tonight.

The cold air hitting your bare skin leaving goosebumps over your entire figure as youstep out into the windy area heading towardsyour parked car.

That's the consequence of wanting to look good and presentable for a celebration, you of course always look stunning. It doesn't hurt to get ready. You were currently sporting a black ysl mini along with a deep v neckline and a pair of matching black pumps. The shoes, also annoying by how sore they left your feet.

Black heels clicking onto the floor as you begin entering your car as you drove into the pitch black night. Admiring the way the twinkling city lights look, along with the lit up buildings and lampposts. You got a little too carried away when you were oblivious to the stop sign you foolishly didn't stop and passed by.

Regret lingered in your chest as you panicked over your foolish action. Perhaps you'd be fine as it is the late night and no cars were present, oh how wrong you were.

The sound of a police siren began ringing as the bright red and blue lights gaining up on the tail of your car. You pulled onto the side of the road swiftly and put your car in park. Your trembly hands gripping both hands onto the steering wheels most definitely leaving your palms and knuckles white. That's when you heard 3 knocks on your left side window.

"Shit" you muttered. Feeling a rise of mixed movement in your lower belly as you begin lowering your window. There you met the gaze of a handsome officer.

"Driving late on New Years Day? When everybody's drinking and celebrating tonight. License and registration." He spewed with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, of course." Your hand quickly traveled to your glove compartment pulling out the documents. Then, pulled your license from your clutch.

As he inspected you couldn't help but gaze at him. His raven black sleek parted hair showing off a bit of forehead. His black button up dress shirt that was tucked in the matching black jeans, and rolled up from the sleeves stopping before the elbows to show off his meaty arms that were covered in artworks of tattoos.

The stern look he holds as looking at your documents. The burrowed brow and line wrinkles in between the brows. He was attractive, godly attractive.

"Step out the vehicle for me" he said. You did as told

You couldn't help but gaze at him. He was an attractive specimen. But soon you were ripped out of your thoughts.

"Walk along that yellow line"

"Officer I'm not drunk or anything of the sor-" you were interrupted

"You were given instructions. I expect you to follow them." he bluntly said

Obeying his words you stepped foot onto the yellow line. The cold air doing you no justice as you were trembling from it.

What you weren't aware of was how he stared at your ass that was threatening to spill out of the little piece of flimsy material you call a dress.

Turning around, his gaze caught you off guard at how he stared at you as a helpless little fawn about to be hunt down by a hungry wolf.

"I'm gonna pat you down. Step right by the car for me, palms flat onto the vehicle", he demanded.

Swiftly obeying, you got into position. Beginning his pat down inspection from head to toe. His muscular hands roamed over your body. You wondered whether your goosebumps was from the cold wind or his slithering fingers tracing over your open skin.

As he got lower and lower, padding the waist and soon hips he made sure to grope onto your flesh just in case of any dangerous possessions.

You were a whimpering mess, biting into your bottom lip to suppress any noise coming out of your mouth. The attractive officer had an effect on you. Especially when passing your thighs and ankles, rising back to the top his movement slowed as he reached back to your thighs.

You let out suppressed mewls as his fingers inched towards your inner thighs. Your legs were gonna give up at any threatening moment. You questioned whether he caught onto your reaction to his touch.

His fingers were dangerous close to your soaking cunt. You were took aback at his touch you could not longer suppress the noises that urged to come pass your lips. Your heat was aching for his touch.

He took notice to your glistening folds in with your juices threatening to spill out of your wine red lace panties. The officer could no longer resist the temptation of the sweet treat in front of him.

Riding your dress a bit up his face inched closer to your cunt, nose and all. Hooking his fingers onto your panties and pushing them aside, he ate you out from behind. Your knees about to give in as he ate your pussy like a starved man. His tongue lapped over your clit playing with the cute bud left you a whiny mess.

"Please” you voiced out quietly

How cute, the officer thought. His fingers lathered your juices, leaving them coated and dripping. The sudden intrusion of his long fingers intruding into the tight ring of your hole.

With your mouth agape, your mind was left into a frenzy at how good the officer worked his fingers into your soaking cunt.

"Clenching onto my fingers, aren't you a little eager thing?", he said

You looked back to him to see his pretty pouty lips all swollen and tinted from eating you out. Your juices trailing down his chin and neck. He looked too edible.

He sensed you were near as your gummy walls clamped onto his fingers. Quickly pulling them out and robbing you of your release you mewled at the empty feeling.

You were a minx he thought. His cock hardening and imprinting his jeans. The feeling got only tighter as his fingers savored the taste of your pussy juices that coated his index and middle.

He needed more. Turning your body swiftly around the officer face to face with you connected both mouths together. His hands sneaked onto your hips and lower onto your ass making sure to grip the plumpy flesh.

You couldn't help out moan into his mouth as you both were in ecstasy. You needed more.

"Need to fuck that pussy, will you let me pretty thing?", who were you to deny him?

Eagerly nodding your head in confirmation. "Words, pretty", the officer said

"Please fuck me", you said in a desperate manner. That's all it took for him to roughly turn you around and begin grinding his hard length into your ass.

Desperate for friction you pushed out for him, like a bitch in heat. Your dress being a nuisance for him he unzipped you, freeing your bare body to be in display of his hungry eyes.

You wore no bra as the dress had padding, all you were left in was your wine lace panties. His lips traveled from your neck to breasts. Scattering marks as if he were leaving burns.

The way his teeth clamped onto your bud, sucking and pulling. Something about the way you were fully bare at his mercy as he remained fully clothed while he played with your pussy had you rubbing your thighs together.

"Officer please, fuck me!", you could no longer take it.

He smirked at your eagerness. Finding it humorously cute at how much of a cock hungry whore you are.

Your ears perked at the noise of him fumbling with his belt. His cock sprung free fully erect as he began aligning it to your entrance.

"O-oh! Fuck.., officer!", you blabbered incoherently as the intrusion of his length stretched your hole.

"-shit, such a tight little pussy", his pace greedily fastened.

You were a mess. All that was heard in the quiet night was the way he rammed his cock into your pussy. Balls slapping against your clit.

"Such a whore you are, aren't you? You like getting rammed from behind by an officer out in the outdoors?" he said as he continued abusing your cunt.

"Who would've thought a pretty thing like you was such a dirty slut, huh?" Your walls clenched by each word coming out of his filthy mouth.

"yes!yes!yes!", he fucked you deliciously good, your orgasm threatening to approach with his current pace.

You were cock drunk. Barely paying any kind of attention to the fact you were getting rammed out in public. Any person or car could pass by but your mind would only be focused on the way his dick drilled at a relentless speed.

His fingers sinked to your clit, rubbing your bud provoking your body to tremble in ecstasy of how he worked wonders on your body.

"Sir, i-it's too much!"

"You can take it ,baby. Milk my cock, make a mess.”

His words were perfectly on cue. Creaming his cock in your release. Falling limp into his arms. His release wasn't too far off yours. Head leaning into your neck as both of your panted. Silence went on for a few minutes before he helped with re-dressing you.

The officer broke the silence, "So, the names Jungkook. Could we perhaps exchange numbers, I'd like to take you out sometime soon.”

- end

[gaykarstaagforever]

Well if I'm going to use stupidass TikTok, I should find out what all the weird baby straights and soon-to-be-divorced tradwives are up to over there.

Today we learn about the "Clean Girl Aesthetic".

Near as I can tell, it basically means not looking or dressing like some kind of dumpster clown.

And there's a fascination with pleated slacks or shorts and exposed belly buttons.

Doubtless this is mimicking some lady all these people have seen on their TVs. Taylor Swift? Another lady? Who can say? Not me, because Taylor Swift is the only lady I know of.

I'm old enough to remember the predecessor of this style as a kind of late 80s / early 90s Yacht Club thing that was popular with movie bullies and other people no one liked. I'm sure it has a History of Fashion name but I'm not looking it up, because Google already doesn't know who the hell I am or what the hell to sell me. I know it was very polo-shirt heavy back then. Big pockets. Beiges and greys and muted colors, probably because the POOR PEOPLE were all dressing like dumpster clowns:

But I looked up the Clean Girl thing to see exactly what probably-AI says it is:

...So it is literally about not being dirty? Isn't all fashion, inherently? Was there a trend that was wearing filth recently? Filthcore? Dumpster clown?

Well yeah, the midriff thing. But again, isn't all fashion inherently fatphobic? That's still bad, but kind of a universal in the world of people being dicks to other people about how everyone looks. The TRUE SOUL of fashion.

And that's not a new thing. Or is the Clean Girl thing especially virulently anti-fatty? Like to be a Clean Girl, you have to drive at least one fat person to contemplate suicide a month?

I mean that's awful, but TikTok is a lot of teenagers with stupid hair. I wouldn't put this past them. They're horrible little idiots. Look at their hair!

...Wait so you guys are doing "brown = dirty"? In 2024? What Gulf Coast cave did you people crawl out of after a 150-year Rip Van Winkle nap? The War Between the States is over, and your side lost. How did you figure out TikTok so fast, displaced temporal stranger?

Can't we all just shut up and wear pants?

As for the stealing thing, white people have been stealing and recreating the things they stole from POCs, then excluding them from those versions of those things, for as long as there have been white people.

It's bad, but as it is our primary cultural trait, we're certainly never going to stop.

Especially not those hibernating cave people. They probably still think "the Curse of Ham" is a justifiable legal defense.

This is what Clean Girl looks like, in case you too want to dress like someone whose dad mismanages a major streaming platform:

(I don't know who this model is. The picture is from a half-broken aggregator website in Foreign.)

[fafnir19]

The lingerie boutique

Leif stood at the threshold of the lingerie boutique, an unfamiliar nervousness pricking at him. His girlfriend's incessant chatter about her friends' partners embarking on risqué escapades for special occasions echoed in his mind. "Sexy photos, Leif. Sexy surprises! That's what other guys do," she had pouted, twirling a lock of her hair in that alluring way that always made his heart race.

Leif, a man in his early thirties with a burgeoning beer belly that spoke of late-night pizza indulgences, found it absurd. Despite his skepticism about the "sexy" trends of middle-aged men in lace and leather, Leif decided to take the plunge. His mind echoed with her words, urging him to step out of his comfort zone. So here he was, on a mission to find something "sexy" for her birthday.

Pushing his doubts aside, Leif entered the shop, greeted by a universe of lace and silk. He couldn't help but feel out of place amidst the sea of women browsing the intimate garments. His eyes darted around the shop, trying to avoid the judging gazes of the ladies as he tentatively made his way towards the men's section tucked discreetly in the corner. Among the crowd of women, he noticed only one other male in the shop, who exuded a confidence Leif could only dream of.

"Maybe he's buying something for his girlfriend," Leif thought, feeling a pang of insecurity as he fingered a delicate lace brief. This man was a stark contrast to Leif's own self-image, muscular and undeniably handsome. This type of guy seemed to belong in the sensuous garments adorning the displays - not Leif.

Gathering his resolve, Leif made his way to the changing rooms, his mind swirling with thoughts of how ridiculous he must look with his chubby frame and hairy chest. Once inside the changing room, Leif stripped down and reluctantly put on the lace briefs. Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but cringe at the sight. "I look ridiculous," he muttered to himself.

Tugging at the fabric, he realized it clung to him stubbornly, refusing to budge. Panic welled up inside him, and he made desperate attempts to free himself from the unforgiving lace. Frantic now, Leif made a decision born out of frustration. With a sudden burst of strength, he tried to tear the briefs off, only to be met with excruciating pain that shot through his body like a lightning bolt. The room seemed to spin as agony consumed him, and he closed his eyes against the relentless torment. It was as if tendrils of magic seeped into his being, reshaping him from the inside out.

Moments later, as the pain ebbed away, Leif cautiously opened his eyes and glanced at his reflection once more. What he saw left him speechless. Staring back at him was a young man in his twenties, chiseled features and a physique that seemed sculpted by a divine hand.

A mixture of shock and disbelief coursed through him as he whispered, "What happened to me?" In a daze, Leif hastily donning his old, oversized clothing over the lace briefs. However, to his horror, his t-shirt began to tighten around him and the fabric of his t-shirt transformed before his eyes, changing from drab cotton to elegant white lace. The cut of the shirt reshaped itself into a stylish button-down shirt, and as if by magic, the sleeves rolled up on its own. Buttons of his button-down shirt slowly unfurled, unveiling a smooth, hairless chest that bore no resemblance to the man he once was. The transformation didn't stop there. His jeans shimmered and turned into tight luxurious silk pants. The silky texture against his now slender thighs and sculpted buttocks elicited an unexpected sensation of arousal, causing a soft moan to escape his lips involuntarily and shocking Leif to his core. "That's not me. I need to get out of here," he whispered to himself, a sense of urgency driving him to leave the changing room. Finally his worn-out trainers transformed into stylish loafers, completing his new look, showcasing his now naked ankles and leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Overwhelmed and confused, Leif stormed out of the changing room, intent on escaping the eerie enchantment of the shop.

In a twist of serendipity—or perhaps cruel irony—Leif collided with the other male customer in the shop, a man named Brandon. Brandon smirked at Leif, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Leaving so soon, my handsome boy?" his smooth voice resonated in the small space, sending shivers down Leif's spine. Startled and unsure how to react, Leif stammered, "I-I... I need to go." But Brandon's hand reached out, gently touching Leif's arm. "How about we grab a coffee? It's the least I can do after causing such a commotion." His grin was playful, enticing.

Leif was taken aback, unsure of how to respond to such an unexpected proposition. His initial reaction was a mix of alarm, disgust and discomfort at the suggestive undertones in Brandon's words. “This imposing man sees my young and delicate silk- and lace-clad form only as an invitation to bring me to suck his cock," Leif mentally recoiled, trying to find a way out of the situation.

As Leif crushed his mind about an non-offensive response and gazed incidentally at Brandon's muscular frame, a wave of envy washed over him. Brandon exuded confidence and power, a stark contrast to Leif's own insecurities. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at Brandon's commanding presence, his own sense of self-doubt magnified in comparison.

Leif felt a rush of conflicting emotions flood his mind – despite a tinge of jealousy at Brandon's apparent confidence he also felt admiration for the man's muscular physique and his intense green eyes.

Thoughts raced through Leif's mind like a wild stallion, each one more scandalous than the last. He couldn't help but notice how impeccably dressed Brandon was and how good he was looking. His tailored suit hugging his muscular frame in all the right places. The younger version of Leif felt a tingle of attraction towards this dominant man standing before him. But then, a scent caught Leif's attention - the pleasant, manly smell of Brandon's cologne. It enveloped him like a warm embrace, stirring up desires he never knew he had. Images flashed through his mind like lightning, each one more erotic than the last. He imagined what it would be like to kiss Brandon, to feel the roughness of his stubble against his skin.

And then, like a bolt from the blue, a shocking confession slipped past Leif's lips before he could even process it. "Yes, I want to suck your cock, Brandon!" he blurted out, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment as soon as the words left his mouth.

Brandon's lips curled into a sly smile, a predatory glint shining in his eyes as he seized the opportunity presented to him. Without a word, he guided Leif into a secluded changing room, the air thick with anticipation.

The small confines of the room felt suffocating yet thrilling, the quiet rustle of fabric the only sound between them. Leif's heart pounded in his chest, his body responding to the primal call of desire. Kneeling before the man whose dominance seemed to awaken a submissive side within him, Leif delved into uncharted waters, his actions guided by a primal urge he had never acknowledged before.

The taste of danger lingered on his lips as he took Brandon in, exploring a side of himself he never dared to acknowledge. Brandon's fingers tangled in Leif's hair, guiding him with a firm yet gentle touch. Leif's breath ghosted over Brandon's skin, each whispered touch sending shivers down his spine. Pleasure mingled with trepidation as Leif traced his tongue along the length of Brandon's cock, savoring the salty sweetness that teased his senses. With each passing moment, Leif found himself consumed by a heady mix of apprehension and exhilaration as he pleasured Brandon.

After the storm of passion subsided, Brandon's fingers threaded through Leif's hair, a silent gesture of approval and satisfaction. With a whispered "Thanks, boy," Brandon left the changing room without a backward glance.

Leif was confused and still kneeling there, as a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. Despite the raw intensity of the moment, he couldn't shake the feeling of being used, of being reduced to a mere object of desire. Nevertheless, his relationship with his girlfriend, once a cornerstone of his existence, now seemed like a distant memory.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I love your Lords of chaos stuff and would really like if you could write something about Euronymous dating a girl who has a completely different aesthetic as him (girly, pink, super sweet and innocent) it can have smut . And if it could talk about how the dark circle feels about their relationship and stuff. Thank you and would truly love it.

Okay so this was really, really fun to write because of the dynamic. I hope you like it and as always have fun reading :)

Princess and the Vampire

warning : big fluff, use of Y/n

masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

masterlist-Rory's characters

Second Part

Diclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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The two couldn't have looked more different when they entered the shopping centre. The young woman was dressed in bright colours, but most of all it was her pink top that revealed her silver belly button piercing with a little Hello Kitty pendant on it that drew attention. not to forget her blue jeans with the colourful flowers sewn on them.

A typical glittery girl of the nineties from the outside. If she hadn't intertwined her fingers with those of a dead man. Next to her, a young man with longer black hair, black leather trousers, jumping boots and a T-shirt with satanic symbols on it. Two completely different people who loved each other more than anything else.

She heard him mutter to his friend, who was now giving the tenth pensioner a death stare and scaring him off with ,,Hail Satan". But this only made his friend smile, which is exactly why she loved her friend. While he was him and they both accepted each other as they were. Pink and girlish and dark satanic.

Like Yin and Yang she thought and jumped beside him before they arrived in front of a jewellery shop only a few moments later. ,,You dragged me here for this...well then, if you want" he grumbled and she just giggled before pulling him behind her. She was grateful that he came along to her little shopping trip, as she knew he didn't think much of trends and the mainstream.

Which is why she gave him a kiss on the cheek which made him smile slightly. ,,So again, I hope you're prepared to be kicked out of my shop," she heard him say again and knew what he meant. Since you got together about a month ago he had been telling his friends/band/admirers that he had a girlfriend but it never came to a meeting.

You were just too different for that and Euronymous was sure that the circle would tear you apart. Even though you met by chance in an ice cream parlour and he got your strawberry ice cream and you got his dark chocolate ice cream, something clicked between you.

Turning to him and smiling confidently, she said, ,,I don't wear pink heels for nothing, you know," before turning back to the chains. ,,I just need one more thing and it's perfect" she thought and looked from star symbols, to little flowers and musical notes. ,,How about this?" she heard his voice and he held out a necklace with a skull on it.

Smiling but rolling her eyes slightly, she pushed the necklace back into his hand and said, ,,That would look good on you, my sweet vampire, why don't you go and get it?".

Looking a little further through the shelves she let out a squeal of delight and Euronymous covered his ears before coming over to her and smiling. ,,OMG she's cute, look at those little ears!" she exclaimed, practically pushing the necklace with the Hello Kitty pendant into his face, which he could more than see.

Taking his hands up with conviction, he looked at the necklace and said quietly, ,,Yeah, it's kind of cute," which she confirmed with a knowing nod before they went to the checkout and bought it. ,,Wait, I'll help you" the black haired man said and while she held her hair up slightly he fastened the clasp so that the necklace was in place.

She went to one of the shop windows and looked at herself in the rather bad reflection. ,,That looks super cute" she said delightedly and smiled a big smile at Euronymous who returned it before the two of them took each other by the hand again to make their way to the record shop.

Spraying her perfume, which smelled of cherries, around her one last time and putting it in her little pink bag, she saw Euronymous give her a murmuring smile before he opened the door for her and the two of them went inside.

There was no one in the shop itself and she saw her friend's brief relief as he ran his gaze over the plates before stopping at the path to the cellar. ,,Ready?" he asked, pulling aside the curtain where she could already hear the loud music coming from downstairs. Fixing her hair one last time, she nodded to him before following him downstairs.

She had only been in the basement a few times when the coven didn't have a meeting. But it definitely lacked colour in her opinion. Overcoming the remaining steps, she stood next to Euronymous with a broad smile. ,,Nice man, a hooker, didn't know this was going to be an orgy" was the first comment from someone wearing a bandana and grinning broadly.

The others laughed and she saw that it was not the first and not the second beer they all seemed to have had. ,,You must have paid the little one a lot," she heard the murmur of someone with long dark brown hair who was playing with a lighter and had a challenging look on his face.

That's the guy from the interview in the newspaper...Varg or something she thought, but didn't let the remarks get to her, she was above these things. ,,Or is she our victim, I really want to do it again" said a guy with long hair and a knife in his hand that flashed in the light who was sitting next to a guy with a heel cross chain. Before she noticed a blond, quiet, thin-looking guy she recognised as Pelle/Dead.

Euronymous's best friend as she knew. Just normal nice people. ,,No guys...this is Y/n my friend!" Euronymous interrupted his friends and followers and put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her close. She waved to the group before giving Euronymous a kiss on the cheek and pulling out of his embrace before walking over to the various guys.

She was more than ready. ,,Hi I'm Y/n...nice bandana where did you get that?" she asked the first one, shaking his hand eagerly before pulling the bandana hanging around his neck towards her. ,,It comes in pink too, I hope," she murmured and let go of him again with a grateful look. ,,Of course you can get it in pink in all colours...Hellhammer we could go and get some together" he replied quickly to her cheerful manner and shook her hand before returning to his beer and giving Euronymous a thumbs up for her.

Before she went over to the one with the lighter and shook his hand as well. Intrigued, she ran her hand over one of the soft strands of the boy's hair and said, ,,Wow, they're really soft...you must tell me about your hair care routine".

This seemed to throw the stranger slightly off track, but almost in spite of himself he began to write his routine on an old sarviert. ,,Here, it's not expensive at all, I'm Varg, by the way, I also have nice hair," he said and suddenly seemed almost embarrassed and quietened down before he sat down on a chair again and was quiet.

Putting the serving dish in her little bag, she went over to the boy with the knife. ,,You have a cute smile...what kind of sacrifice is that?" she complimented him and made a happy noise as she saw his cheeks turn a bright pink and he just put the knife away and shook his head slightly. Before he calmly said, ,,I'm Faust...not a victim, just a joke" and quickly took a long hit of his beer.

Nodding, she shook the hand of the guy next to Faust with the necklace before proudly holding it out to him. ,,You definitely need one with Hello Kitty, the colour would suit you," she said, and only heard the more than overbearing guy mutter an ,,Occultus" before leaning against Faust and giving him a searching look. Before she almost killed poor Pelle, who looked as if he would throw himself into Faust's knife.

She grabbed his face and turned it slightly from left to right. Before she said to Euronymous, ,,My little vampire, you never told me how pretty he is, you're missing make-up", she let go of Pelle and bounced happily back to her friend, who was watching the whole thing with a big grin. Before he pulled her to him, gave her a heartfelt kiss and wrapped his arm around her waist.

No one dared to say a word. ,,I see you are very good with the boys" he said delightedly and she just smiled proudly. To be more precise, she had the boys so well under control and she was so excited about herself that the evening ended in a Disney marathon, that's for sure.

She wasn't the one who cried at the death of bambies mother, but a certain black coven did. And since then she has been the pink shining exception of the black circle or simply the pink princess of black metal.

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@mayhem-things , @bvg-w1res , @beldamama

[writers-potion]

hi!! im working on a story that takes place at a 2012 public high school - the issue with that is that i was not in high school in 2012 lmao. do you have any tips on how to keep it feeling realistic?

Well, neither was I!! But here are some tips:

Define Your General Setting

Sure, high school has a different feel compared to an average town/city setting. However, it is still a part of the bigger community, and will be impacted by external factors.

What part of the world are your writing about? What's the general economy like? What's the most common occupation of the kid's parents? What's the prevailing fashion/art/music style?

Your teens will be impacted by the popular culture and trends of the time, so start by outlining the general setting!

Fashion

I think this is where schools have changed the most. There are going to be some overlaps between early 2010s and late 2000s, so if you think in the direction of Y2K fashion, it should fit.

On a general note, I think 2010s fashion was vibrant, with lots of colors and flashy items...

Side fringes and backcombed/straightened hair were still very popular

most girls had huge messy sock buns on top of their heads

boys had the Justin Bieber cut.

Jack Wills and Hollister were pretty popular, and a lot of girls had a Paul's Boutique jacket and a Jane Norman bag for their PE kit (or one of the Hollister bags with a topless guy on).

Converse were universally cool, and there were lots of imitation brands.

Open flannel shirt over a t-shirt was a pretty popular outfit.

Skinny jeans and band t-shirts

bright chunky rubber band bracelets.

Vans were cool among the alternative kids.

Getting different colours on your braces was cool.

Most of the boys had at least one of those t-shirts with the buttons and the mismatched cuffs.

School-uniform-wise, short ties with big fat knots were cool, and hard kids would pluck a stripe or two out of their tie.

Tucking in shirts was initially not cool, then it became cool to tuck at the front but not the back.

Lots of boys wore black trainers, and lots of girls wore those ballet pumps.

Girls doing their lips with their foundation, with a thick ring of black eyeliner and spidery clumpy mascara - and having a visible orange line where your foundation met your neck was common.

Multiple ear piercings were popular with the alternative crowd

Belly button piercings were big for girls

Just search up some pictures on Google, you should get plenty of "Early 2010s teen fashion starter pack"

Social Media

Smartphones were already popular, and with the introduction of Snapchat(2011) and Instagram(2010), the social media hype was just starting to boom

Facebook and Twitter were popular - basically everyone was on it

TikTok(2016) and Discord(2015) didn't exist yet

Pictochat

Phones were allowed in the classroom, but phones/laptops weren't an important part of school work like it is now.

Digital Devices

Phones-wise, most people had pretty basic dumbphones (although they were just called mobiles back then), and not everyone carried them all the time

Blackberry (BBM), Nokia, LG Cholate, iPhone if you're rich enough

Most kids were on PAYG phones, so you'd run out of credit sometimes (i.e. no more calls or texts) and have to go to a physical shop to top up. Nobody really had data, and there was always a moment of panic if you accidentally opened the web browser on your phone because it was so expensive. Wifi became a thing around 2012.

Nintendo DSes: Mario Kart, Animal Crossing, Nintendogs

iPods or another MP3 Player

Slag

Slang-wise, Urban Dictionary is a good resource.

Fleek, peng and YOLO were popular with some crowds. Leetspeak was a thing online, especially in nerdy communities. Emoji were starting to take off 

rawr" (or "rawr means I love you in dinosaur") and "xD" as a laughing face 

Music

One Direction, Jedward, Katy Perry, Carly Rae Jepson, Justin Bieber, JLS, Little Mix, Beyonce, Paramour, My Chemical Romance, Bring Me The Horizon, Black Veil Brides, Ke$ha, Eminem, The Killers, OMI, Gotye, Bruno Mars, Macklemore, Skrillex, deadmau5, blink-182, Green Day, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Lana Del Rey.

Fandom Stuff

Twilight was huge, then Hunger Games.

Harry Potter was everywhere all the time, people would go to midnight releases for the books and movies.

High School Musical was popular, then that crowd migrated to Glee and Mean Girls.

The Olympics were in London in 2012

Other Stuff

Reese's peanut butter cups, Marshmallow Fluff, Nerds, etc. 

Veganism wasn't well-known, but still there were a few

Lots of casual homophbia, kids jsut genuinely not knowing rather than truly hateful towards it

Here are some movie suggestions, that shows school like in early-mid 2010s quite well:

Easy A

The Duff

LOL

For YA Novels - Be Timeless

Before you start doing any of the things above, remember this if you're writing a YA novel: The key of this genre is to feel somewhat timless, taking readers back to their high school years no matter when and where they've gone through it.

High school is the phase where many people feel awkward, unsure of themselves, feeling special in their own head but knowing that they're not really.

And it's not like the problems just disappear when we hit adult life. A major reason why YA novels are so popular is that they address themes that are repeatedly felt by the general human being, often in a such a direct, straightforward way that provides vicarious satisfaction.

[polaroidcats]

a list of very scientifically accurate reasons why not everyone knew about dark marks

Now you might be wondering "why did Sirius not know about dark marks?" and I am here to provide only the most plausible and rational answers to this question

The first generation of death eaters wore their dark marks as tramp stamps, not on their wrists, so most order members wouldn't have seen them and those who did were too embarrassed/ashamed to admit how they found out about it.

Dark marks work a bit like mood rings and only become visible whenever the person who has the dark mark is thinking about Voldemort wearing thigh high boots and a lace corset. If they're thinking about Voldemort in bunny ears and a pink playboy bunny outfit it would turn pink, but he killed everyone who's dark mark has ever turned pink (and you don't want to know what they're thinking about when their Dark Mark turns green...).

Dark Mark was actually just the name of one of the death eaters, there were two guys named Mark and it complicated their attack plans when the two Marks got mixed up, so one of them got called Dark Mark and the other one Regular Mark (his nickname then became Reggie, which complicated things again).

Before they had the tattoo style dark marks, the death eaters actually used belly button piercings shaped like snakes as their "dark marks" instead. This accidentally started a fashion trend and so many other people got similar belly button piercings, it was impossible to figure out who was part of their little fascist club and who wasn't. It took them months of discussions to decide on what the "new" dark mark should be, and by that point every wizard had a different conspiracy theory about what was just an edgy fashion trend and what was a dark mark. This started a whole subculture of wizards who were strictly against any kind of body modification or even normal accessories, they only wore a white robe and nothing else to signify their rejection of anything potentially evil, the most radical ones just walked around naked at all times (they started out with good intentions but like, it was definitely a cult).

Some death eaters forgot to pay their monthly fee so their dark marks would get cancelled and they'd have to re-subscribe to get them, which was a whole mess. Other people became death eaters by signing up for a free trial and forgetting to cancel their dark mark subscription, so no one could be sure if a dark mark actually meant someone was a death eater or if they had just signed up for the free trial to see what the fuss was all about and meet some new people.

[clzwn0]

I've never posted this edit and honestly that's such a shame, so I'm sharing it now:)

My rant, headcanons and list of changes under the cut

Okay so first of all I looooove Cater, and I'm gonna make a proper character sheet for him someday :p but for now take this edit:)

List of changes (with hc explanation where needed):

He's more tanned!!

Freckles, lots of 'em

Eyebags, though I made them subtle enough to convey how he covers them with makeup (bro doesn't get much beauty sleep thanks to his racing mind<3)

Aforementioned makeup: some blush, highlighter, lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, maybe even fake lashes sometimes! All in warm tones to compliment his skintone

Piercings!!! Tongue, nostrill, industrial and lots more in both ears. Also you can't see it here but belly button too :3

Longer, painted nails! I'm not really proud of how they came out here but that's okay

Constantly wounded cuticles, he bites them when he's anxious or spiralling (often)

Slight TW for this one (mentions of SH)

I added long sleeves for under his uniform to cover the cuts on his forearms, he wouldn't want anyone seeing them after all!! Usually he explains it as being cold, or a fashion trend, or whatever else. Of course I made an uncovered version but I decided it's not appropriate to post on here, though if you're interested you can DM me and I'll share there:)

Anyways, here's the original for comparison:

Ouhh they took his cuntiness away,,

[planet-dusk]

you should definitely share the fem!skz thoughts with the rest of the class mhmmm mhmm totally not because i need them more than oxygen or anything 🙄

i was thinking,, what kind of aesthetic would the fem!skz members have...

chan would have emo/e-girl vibes, the type of girl whose wardrobe consists of 99% black. lots of silver jewelry. the chunkier kind,, black leather too, and of course her nails would be painted black as well (a little chipped from biting them). pleated skirts, chain belts and oversized sweaters. big platform shoes to make her look taller and fishnet stockings to show off her pretty legs <33 n piercings! a nose & belly button piercing for sure bc of course chan would have the prettiest tummy :)) her preferred hair color would be black (relaxed, not curled) or 2 tone with either black + silver grey or a neon color

leeknow's style would be a mixture of comfortable athleisure and a more preppy clean aesthetic. padded jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and ofc converse :)) minimal jewelry,, if any. probably just some (cat) bracelets. she'd prefer to dye her hair in natural colors like dark brown. in winter she wears soft chunky wool sweaters. she uses very little makeup but she loves her cherry chapstick, and how it makes her lips all sweet and sticky and kissable <33

changbin would be such a babygirl ! the prettiest in pink, always showing off her gorgeous body <33 the cleavage on this girl 😵‍💫 she'd act all coy about it but loves it when people comment on how pretty she looks today,, bc she works hard for it and everyone should know! would def match her eyeshadow to her top <33 her hair would be black and curled, either short or long she looks great in both :)) binnie's a dress girl, she loves short bodycon dresses (n of course hidden underneath are her perky nipple piercings 🤭)

hyunjin would be the epitome of artsy elegance,, pretty silver rings adorning her long fingers. she keeps her hair short so it doesn't get in the way when she's painting. loves flowy oversized button ups that look like she stole them from someone else's closet. experiments with makeup sometimes but prefers to keep things more natural,, including her hair (but bleaches it sometimes). honestly looks like a dream whatever she wears <33

han would be right at home in leeknow's sweaters :)) sungie loves borrowing her friends' clothes. her style is similar to minho's but with some edgier street vibes thrown in,, like bucket hats and ripped jeans or cargo pants. goes through experimental phases (including a punk phase and dying her hair all colors of the rainbow) but always falls back on her comfy clothes <33 never goes far without her noise canceling headphones

felix likes expensive things,, likes them to be well fitted and neat. she loves soft n cute things too and often mixes aesthetics. a natural blonde <33 knows exactly what flatters her features (makeup, clothes, etc). could be wearing some high end jewelry paired with fluffy knee socks — anything she feels like,, and she looks amazing in it. bright and light colors look best on her but at night she'll turn up wearing a tiny black dress and make everyone do a double take 😵‍💫

seungmin breathes academia vibes! somewhere between light and dark academia, but always looking sharp and pristine. the kind of timeless beauty who knows how to accentuate her features,, with the perfect haircut (somewhere in the middle) and the right amount of makeup to make her beautiful face stand out. she'd wear tortoiseshell rimmed glasses,, a vintage pair she found in a shop downtown. lots of warm brown leather and tweed to finish off her daily look <33

i.n is on top of all the latest trends. she's just so cool 😫 her style is trendy but relaxed,, a city vibe with her oversized jackets and her shoe collection. rocks a bob or a ponytail like no other ! she buys vintage sometimes,, stuff like those 80s adidas jackets, seamlessly mixing them with her modern day sneakers. her style is very laid back but she knows how to dress up n loves a good red lip <33

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙚𝙚! 𝙝𝙖𝙣 — 𝙙𝙖𝙮 1: 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙥

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 557

𝖑𝖊𝖊: han

𝖑𝖊𝖗: channie

𝖆/𝖓: AHHH OKAY HERE WE GOO 🤭

𝖙𝖜: pinning, no restraints, rough tickles

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

Chan turned off his phone, a wide grin on his face as he ran to Jisung’s room. “Hey, Ji!”

Jisung looked up from his place on the bed, clad in a tank top and sweatpants. “Hyung? Do you need something?”

“I saw this tiktok, and I wanted to try it out on you.” Chan scrambled onto the quokka’s bed, and the younger sat up, curious. 

“What is it?”

“It’s some hand trick thingy I saw. You have to clasp your hands together like this.” Chan intertwined his fingers together, watching with renewed enthusiasm as Jisung copied him. 

“And now lift one side of your fingers…” The leader watched as Jisung followed his instructions, an air of confusion still around the younger. 

Chan lunged, lacing his fingers with Jisung’s open ones, yanking them over the quokka’s head and against the wall. 

He dove into the boy’s outstretched, bare underarm with glee, relishing in the way Jisung’s eyes widened in horror before a wide grin spread across his face. 

“Ahhaahahaha!! HYUHUHUNG YOU TRICKED MEHEHEH!!” Jisung squealed when the same hand burrowed into his ribs, and he squirmed the other way. 

The ace tugged at his fingers, but found that Chan was holding them together, hand wrapped around both of his. Chan’s grip was too tight for him to even yank his arms down. 

“Of course I tricked you,” Chan snarked.“You think you’re the only one who can get away with wearing a tank top all the time?”

“STAHAHAHAP!! AGHAHAAHAAHA THAHAT TIHIHICKLES!!” Jisung spat out, letting out a cute giggle when Channie moved to his lower sides, kneading the plush skin as Jisung gave up, leaning back into the wall as he laughed and laughed. 

“Look at you, tugging my hand like that. How rude.” Chan frowned, slipping his hand up the boy’s shirt and plunging a finger into his belly button, earning a choked scream and plea for mercy as loud cackles rang around the room. 

“Bad spot?” Chan asked innocently, eyes blinking slowly. 

“STAAAHAHAAAHAAPP THIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!!”

“We both know that’s not happening.” Chan sighed, moving to the rim of the belly button and reveling in poor Jisung’s frantic giggles, legs kicking out behind Chan. 

“LEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!!” Poor Hannie groaned, desperately tugging at his wrists. 

“You’re so cute, Jisungie~” Chan cooed, moving back to the boy’s armpits. Jisung let out a loud, strangled cackle. 

“PLEHEHEHEASEE!!” He pleaded, a loud scream echoing through the hall when Chan placed raspberry after raspberry to the quokka’s neck, causing Hannie’s mind to practically melt and his body to go weak. 

“HYUHUHUNG STOHOHOHOP BLOHOHOHOHOWINGG!!” Hannie shrieked. 

The leader continued to tickle the boy underneath him to pieces, loving the feeling of watching his lee lose his mind to his own happiness. 

A squeal from a very red-faced ace brought him back to reality. Hannie was twisting this way and that, laughter silent and wet cheeks spread with a heart-shaped grin. 

Chan finally unlaced his fingers, patting the panting ace on the back. “Sorry, Hannie. Wanted to try a trend!” He giggled, running out of the room after leaving a red lollipop on the bed. Jisung rolled his eyes, grabbing the lollipop and pulling the wrapper off. 

Grabbing his phone, he sucked on the cherry-flavoured candy, searching up the trend on TikTok and getting ready to watch every single video of it that popped up. 

[aj1dordinary]

chat is this real???

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader

lowkey crack???

im crossed asf and while viewing a MK1 tiktok w/ Johnny and ‘International Love’, couldn’t help but think of how cool it would be to be Johnny Cage’s assistant… like he has the same energy as a Gen Z-er. We’d be besties fr.

just so u know, im black and fem so !reader is gonna be interpreted as black and fem xox

“johnny baby~” you trilled as you step out of the Uber to meet him at his house. as his social media manager, it was your job to record all the content across all social media platforms. with his new movie coming out paying homage to the ‘Indiana Jones’ franchice, you thought it would be good for promo if you recorded you both doing a trendy Tiktok dance.

fans of Johnny Cage knew you nearly as a duo. when people conduct interviews on a set or on the red carpet, people could always count on you ready to capture that night’s funniest quote or moment that would circulate like crazy. you’d also frequently appear in them, physically forcing johnny to keep up with the latests trends as a nearing 40 year old man. The comments would always be filled with remarks like “i fear for your well-being if you EVER get rid of y/n” or “y/n’s mind neverrr misses”. safe to say, your career is secured.

you nearly skip to his door when you notice the door was wide open, obvious signs of a break-in occurring. “oh my god,” you inhaled deeply, the tone coming from a mix of your head and your belly. “mr. cage!” you then screech, you hide in the nearest shrubs while fishing through your purse to find your phone then your taser. when the two items occupy your grasp, you look up to sky, take a deep breath, then let out a war screech. simultaneously, you start the instagram live while holding down the button of your taser, the electric crackles breaking up the audio of you screaming. 

you run in through his foyer before stumbling upon a scene between some japanese guy strapped to a chair, a man with glowing fucking eyes, and two hot guys. ok, maybe one hot guy, the other guy had literal frost coming from his hand… still hot tho.

“Oh damn y’all.. i just caught the behind-the scenes of johnny’s gay porn. my fault og’s.” you said before abruptly ending the livestream.

you barging in phone-first with the need to catch johnny cage’s demise on camera being the first thing you think of before your wellbeing (the taser) had johnny chuckling a bit. if anything, had it actually been his demise, at least you would’ve got his good side. he liked that you were committed to the job as he was committed to cinema. suddenly, a lightbulb idea hit him. 

“oh~” he chuckled. “i hope you don’t mind if i bring my assistant.” he patted the shoulder of the glowing-eye man, before tipping his sunglasses at you . “I’m afraid i won’t be at my 100% otherwise.”

“nuh-uh” you raise your eyebrows, appalled that he was gonna offer your service on behalf.

“uhhh yuh-huh.” johnny mocked you now turning toward you. the party that you’ve yet to address just look between the two of you riff off one another. johnny (supposedly one of Earthrealm’s defenders) and a young women (maybe the source of his strength/energy)? the two hot ones look at each other through a side eye before shrugging.

“nuh-uh johnny, that wasn’t in the contract. i told you that if you had any body other than me as your assistant right now, you would’ve been got your ass lit up in fucking court. i cant stand your ass sometimes, y’know?” johnny speed walked (sped walk?) over to you as you kept going off on his ass, before grabbing your elbow and dragging you to some corner.

“y/n~” he whined almost on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Meanwhile, you stand firm, tapping your feet as though you were impatient. “you’re embarrassing me in front of a literal god right now. and i mean LITERALLY god.” you scrunched your face up and roll your eyes. “no, believe me I thought the same thing at first, but he literally shoots fireballs out his hand and summons dragons. other two remind me of that show you watch, y’know the intro that goes ‘then everything changed when the fire nation attacked’” he nearly pouted, trying to think of a way to get you to believe him.

You raise an eyebrow, rolling your eyes at the near puppy-dog eyes johnny gives you through the dark lens of his shades, his lips nearly quivering. 

“oklahoma?” you state, both of you binging had been binging ‘Ted Lasso” and thought it’d be funny (for yourselves and his audience) to start implementing it.

“oklahoma.” he returns with bated breath.

You try to see if you can gauge any other emotion before sighing and withdrawing your tense stance.

“i need you to record everything we encounter in this “Outerrealm”. for when i’m busy improvisin’ and kickin’ ass. all of it.” He paced both hands on your shoulder.

“24/7?” you question.

“yes.”

“sounds like an unpaid business trip. what’s in it for me?” You respond almost before he could finish the word. 

“$1 million pension and I’ll let you have 50% of the rights on the new movie i make about this shit.” He responded just as fast.

“done. nice doing business with you old man.” you shake his hand.

almost as quickly as he pulled you away, you fix your appearance before heading back out to the living room to address the crowd of supernatural men.

“alright boys. you heard him, the name’s y/n and i need to be with johnny 24/7. if i can’t go, he can’t go. We have a very tight schedule to run and demands must be met before we let you squeeze in your alleged plans to save the world.” you cross your arms in front of you and look up at the three sweaty and built (damn. damn. damn. d-) men.

“my name is lui kang, champion and protector of Earthrealm. as much as i'd hate to have a civilian on the front line, i anticipate that your liveliness is secure. regardless, if that would make johnny more than comfortable, then i gladly accept your presence.” the  supposed god said. 

“glad we could make this work” you stuck out your hand to shake all three. the god returned the gesture - his hands warm and rough. you offer the gesture to the rest of the entourage, the man permeating the frost didn’t dare look at your outstretched hand, refusing to return the gesture. but he spoke a rough “bi han” that you took as his name. the other grasped your hand and shook it, more amused at your obvious lack of knowledge of who you were dealing with. he was broken out of his thoughts when you look at your hand in near amazement. “kuai liang” he spoke.

“sir, i think you’ve just cured my anemia” your eyes widen in admiration. johnny just rolled his eyes as he cut what you assumed to be the intruder out of the chair. you address him next.

“and sorry for johnny’s affinity for ropes, he’s got a thing for BDSM.” 

“do not..” he mumbles, you throw him a knowing glance.

“kenshi” he merely grunted, wiping broken glass off his suit.

“well,” you start. “looks like shit in here, but i’m sure we can write it off somewhere. what’s next on the schedule kangaroo?”

lui kang looks a bit taken aback at the nickname you chose for him, but he clears his throat to recalibrate.

“we must travel to wu shi academy to prepare for a tournament where Earthrealm’s fate lies in the hands of warriors i have hand picked.”

“and this guy is one of them?” you interrupt. the guy deemed kenshi chuckled.

lui kang smiled and nodded his head.

“well,” you check your watch. “let’s get on with it. we have a tiktok due at 7 PM and a set to be on within a week.” 

lui kang turns and begins swirling his hands before a literal portal appears in johnny’s living room.

“holy-“ you start already pulling your phone out to record like johnny requested. he nudged your side as to say ‘i told you so’.

so thus, your journey begins as johnny’s personal cheerleader and assistant as he sets off to kick some serious ass and not care about the names.

-end-

!please!let!me!know!what1you!think! i feel like a suck at writing, but i do maladaptive daydream a lot so i have plenty more ideas i’d like to write about. otherwise, xoxo go piss girl

[xxduncandonutxx]

CW// Suggestive, Eyestrain?

Marble (fishiechips on twitter) hosted a 'draw this in your style' thing and so I decided to join and drew their anthro wolf???? version of Unpleasant <3 I also wanted to make them plus sized and chubby while adding some details like pubic hair and his belly button.. oh and I ofc gave her their tie since in the og pic, he is wearing a tie and I haven't seen the other artists who had join the trend drawing their tie so why the heck not?

[city-tickles]

do you have and Star Wars/marvel cosplay? Specifically any Anakin cosplay?

Hi!

No Anakin but here is the Star Wars cosplay I have. I know there’s Rey content out there

As for Marvel here’s some stuff real life content from the MCU

I have some Spider-Man (or woman) tickle content. Heads up. They’re all pretty much the same style of video with different lees. It was a trend for that company at that time. I’m also sorry that there’s no superhero male lee cosplay that I have. I know Spider-Man and Batman content is out there but I never got them. Hope you enjoy!

[nerdieforpedro]

Cigarettes and Guava

Javier Peña x Mia (plus size OFC)

Fanfiction 18+

Javier Peña Masterlist / Main Masterlist / A03 Link

Summary: Mia is tired of working the last two New Year's Eve holidays. Since she's here for a third and encounters a familiar scent, she decided to try something out in the office.

Word Count: approx 2.7k

Warnings: toxic work environment from management, masturbation, Javier Peña's lips, Javier hands (Nerdie is noticing a trend), teasing, edging, voice kink (maybe), cum eating (might be turning into a staple), every so slight begging

Notes: So I finished my pickle submission and thought about Javier some more because thots and wondered, did we see this man put anything in his mouth besides cigarettes, whiskey and pussy (maybe we didn't see that one, but my head cannon remains the same)?

No, and I know he likely hates pickles. But might be interested in a fruit that resembles something else pink and fleshy. Maybe. Thus we have this fic, not beta-ed, just out here raw.

Mia sits at her desk again on another New Year’s eve. It had been the same in the previous two years. She was told that because she has the least seniority, she'll have the graveyard shift in the consulate. 

“It’s fine. I have to pay my due, I guess.”

But she has told herself this in previous years when she didn’t have plans.

This year was different, she’d actually had plans and even went as far to request the day off and put up as a suggestion that there be a rotation for working different holidays. Most workplaces that required holidays had rotations so why was the consulate so different? Maybe it wasn’t just the consulate.

Mia had maybe rebuffed one of the manager’s invites of drinks after work one too many times a few years ago. And maybe she saw him speaking with her boss. And it was maybe then she started working New Year’s eve. Who keeps a grudge that long? And sir, there are many other women here. 

Sitting in her office, shuffling papers, staring at her office phone that in previous years she’s never had to answer because even people seeing asylum and wanting to talk to ambassadors apparently wait until after January first so she truly is the only one here. She rose to make a short bathroom trip, which on her way back, a scent caught her nose: cigarettes, musk, a little sweat topped off with…guava? It made her giggle as she stepped back into her office and plopped down, removing her light blue buttoned down shirt that had been tucked in, off her skirt  and opened her legs a bit, feeling the cool air touch her inner thighs finally. It felt so good to just loosen her clothes a bit. The dress code always called for business casual and everything to be tucked in. Mia would feel better about it if she didn’t have a stomach that was both large and she had to pull her shirt up over the lower portion of her belly. It took quite a bit of readjusting in the morning and throughout the day to ensure that her shirts didn’t bunch, making her stomach that much more noticeable. She got up, turned off the light and returned to her seat.

Her cool hands ran over the tops of her warm thighs as she continued to inhale the faint scent, she recalled who it belonged to - one Javier Peña. Her date tonight would have been with another man, one who was willing to treat her to dinner and possibly more. Well, Mia definitely would have been up for more, it had been a few months. The holidays where everyone seemed to have coupled off already and she was taking on more responsibility as those same people suddenly couldn’t work late or arrived late. 

Mia stood, huffing with her hands on her hips, it was an hour until the New Year according to the program on the radio. “Why the hell not? Seems like this is the only way I’m getting any action is if I make my own.” She used her thumbs to raise her skirt and loop around the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and placing them on her desk, she then sat back down and thought for a moment. She was really going to do this in the office? She’s the only one here so it should be fine.

The scent and all its memories had set her body ablaze. Speaking to Javier after he’s just come back inside from what his assistant calls ‘a breather’ which translated to a smoke break for him. He always puts his hands on his hips and moves his jacket away from his torso to reveal that waist of his as he assigned tasks and greeted the staff, her included. The lingering scent of the tobacco would waft from his body as he spoke combined with his baritone voice. The first time she spoke to him after he came back in, she felt quite damp afterward, embarrassed that he hadn’t touched her at all to enable her body’s reaction. Her hands slowly rose up her thighs toward her core and Mia found that she didn’t even need to lick her fingers this time before spreading her folds and slipping a finger inside. “Fuck Javi…ah!” She gasped at the sensation and lifted her left leg to set it atop the table for better leverage. With the slow pumps of her fingers beginning she reached up and pinched one of her nipples, letting herself be as loud as she wanted.

Guava had her recall when she arrived in her office last week and saw Peña eating one of the fruits off of her desk. A coworker said that she’d drop them off for her and she did, Mia was grateful that she did. The light pink juice at the corner of his mouth as she heard him slurp the fleshy rose coloured fruit. She stood in the doorway until he turned to acknowledge her with a smirk. “Buenos dias hermosa dama (Good morning pretty lady)? You’re Mia correct?” He asked, popping his tongue after licking a bit of the pink pulp off his top lip. There was a slight sheen on the tip of his nose and mustache. Mia leaned against the doorway and crossed her legs.

“I am Agent Peña, how can I help you?” His brows furrowed and she gasped lightly. “Sorry, Javi. How can I help you?” Peña gave a chuckle and gave the fruit another bite, ensuring that he licked both lips slowly this time. Mia cleared her throat and made the short trek to her desk, nearly tripping over her heels. 

“Close call there. There’s no rush. It’s first thing in the morning. Though you will need to take anything you normally use for work.” The confused look on her face must have been quite something because he tossed the empty husk of guava in the trash bin and put both of his large hands on his hips. It had Mia sitting up straight. “So you’re going to be filling in for my secretary this week. She took a trip, I don’t remember approving it, but I could have so it’s fine. Who knows, you might do a better job than her.” He gave her a head nod and she stood to follow wordlessly, scooping the fruits into her purse. It was a routine week, answering calls, setting appointments, filing. Nothing she hadn't done before, though she didn’t think Javier would be in office that much. Though it allowed her to hear more of his voice, take in more of his scent and even see him eat another few fruits. She suspected he may be teasing her by the exaggerated way he was consuming them, but she'll be back at her desk next week. The fantasy is fine, right?

Mia inserts another finger as she starts to buck her hips, calling Javier’s name. By this point, she has a light sheen of sweat on her skin and she managed to unbutton her top three buttons to fish one of her breasts out of her bra. Her voice became more ragged and higher pitched to match the frenzied squelches of her core.

A voice rang out, “Mi princesa (Princesa)? Busy tonight I see hermosa.” The light in her office flipped on.

The woman’s body froze and she nearly slipped out of her chair, turning her head toward the door. Javier Peña was walking toward her and placed his palms on the desk, his fingers strumming her underwear and observing the slick coating them. The look of embarrassment and fear on Mia’s face had Peña shake his head and he spoke again. “That’s my nickname for you since you kept giving fruit to me and enjoyed watching me eat. I don’t think you ever offered me what you really wanted.” He leaned toward her as she swallowed despite her mouth being curiously dry at the moment. “Keep going. Don’t stop on my account. I’m here to watch, after all, you called me.” Closing her eyes eyes for a moment, she re-opened them with little reservation,

“I’m not proud that you caught me, but I’m not going to apologize.” Her finger started moving in and out of her again slowly, feeling herself even more wet than she had been a few minutes ago. “I deserve…ah…to feel good…fuck…” Mia kept eye contact with Javier, his lips twitching at the sight of her continuing in front of him. He hadn’t expected her to be so bold. To him, she’d been more of a ‘yes sir, no sir, thank you sir,’ type but he clearly was wrong. Mia had a fire in her and he’d been damn glad he finally had more of an opportunity to speak to her in more than just passing. Peña had glimpses of that past week, her quips, finishing tasks much quicker than his previous secretary and asking, “Is that all? Any more you need done?” As much as Javier enjoyed women, he had an elevated level of pleasure from competent women - no matter their job or role.

“I know you can do better than that. Weren’t you just calling my name louder Princesa?” Peña teased, his eyes darkening as he bit his bottom lip. He was pressing his palms into the desk, feeling his cock ache. He was dressed casually, and had come into the office to take a quick peek and see if he had left a bottle of whiskey in his office. Javi had finished the ones in his apartment and wanted some for the New Year. He didn’t expect that on the way to his office, he'd hear his name. Not moaned in these walls. Curious, he went to see who it was. His eyes widened and he waited in the doorway, watching her. Mia hadn’t noticed him and was going faster and louder. ‘She sounds close, but I don’t want her to finish yet. No one should come quickly to my name unless I want them to.’ That’s when he walked in and surprised her and why he was watching her short fingers work to try and bring her to a peak. He made sure to pat his back pocket though, making sure he had a condom with him.

Javier walked behind the desk and set his head on Mia’s, making her eyes open as she didn't see him in front of her any more. “Hermosa, let’s switch, give me your hand.” It wasn’t a suggestion or command, he just pulled on her hand that was in her core out of her and snaked one of his hands around her waist, patting her belly before reaching down to squeeze her thigh. “Let me smell you, princesa.” Her slick fingers glossed his lips before he kissed her palm, letting her fingers graze his nose. “Tienes un olor divino (You smell divine).” Javier used his tongue to make a wet path back to her fingers and placed them in his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks on them, pulling at the skin. The sounds he was able to pull from Mia changed immediately from whines that she had done by herself to low growls as soon as he began using his tongue. Her walls were clenching around nothing with her chair now soaked with arousal. Without warning, he slipped a finger into her cunt, stretching her slightly. 

Peña heard her gasp and then curse, his grin felt on her fingers as he removed them from his mouth, “Been a little while has it princesa? All work and no play is no good for you.” He bit her earlobe, licking the bite and then nibbling on her lobe. His thick digit began to tease her walls, pressing into them as they squeezed. “Let me open you up some Mia.” he added a second finger and began to drag them back and forth inside of her, making her hips buckle. Peña dropped her hand and used his now free one to put her other leg on the desk while remaining behind the chair to keep her from sliding back as she humped his fingers. 

“Dammit Javi! Faster! I need more, g-give me…shit, more..” Mia continued to groan, reaching back to take a handful of Javier’s hair. Her head was tilted back on his shoulder, Peña’s lips scoured her exposed neck, nipping at her skin and bit into the sot flesh of her rounded shoulder. He felt her core pulling on his fingers trying to keep them inside, just one more push. 

“Scream for me princesa, say my name.” Javier cooed in her ear, he blew air into her ear before kissing her cheek. Her hips were grinding on his fingers, he knew what to do, he was just taking his time, milking her moans. 

“Make me…make me come Javier, please…” She whined, turning her head to look at him, her hips making erratic circles.

“You know what to call me princesa.” Peña cracked a smile as he heard her hiss. His lips once again toying with her neck. Soft kisses planted over the bite marks. 

“Fuck it all to hell Javi just let me-” Mia screamed in frustration at the agent, he gave her one more bite before having his lips claim her ear again. 

“As you wish cariño (dear)” Javier’s thumb grazed her sensitive bundle of nerves before circling it, Mia cried out for Javi as her cunt quivered from his fingers, spreading her slick over his hand and her chair. The little whimpers she unleashed had Javi give her a small smile as he pulled his fingers from her. He sucked her nectar off and kissed her lips so she could taste herself. It wasn’t hungry, instead a slow deliberate kiss. When he parted from her he decided, “Smell and taste better than guava Estas deliciosa (You’re delicious).”

Mia gazed up at Javier with glossy eyes as her chest heaved. She moved her legs off the desk and slid back into the chair, able to relieve some of the strain on her back. “Gracias (Thanks) Javi. Estas mintiendo (You’re lying). Go about your New Year’s celebration. I still have to finish up here…somehow.” Javier leaned against the desk, watching as Mia was adjusting her shirt and bra back, she didn’t tuck in back in though. “You don’t need to watch. I’m fine. I’ll get up when I’m ready” Or able, that was only with two fingers and his mouth. Damn. She was buttoning the top of her shirt when his hand cupped her face and had it face toward him. 

“I’m just watching you like to watch me, even before last week. Turnabout is fair play.” Planting a kiss on her forehead, he touched his nose to hers. “Come to my place with me. I’d prefer you come tonight, but if you have other plans…”

“You’re aware I don’t have other plans, otherwise I wouldn’t have been here.”

“So do something else not planned, namely me.”

Mia giggled and placed her hand on his thigh, feeling him pulse next to her hand, his bulge was moist under his jeans. “That so? Why not here?”

“I could, but we might want to be a bit kinder to your back considering what I plan on doing to it princesa, besides,” Javier slipped an arm around Mia and stood her up, having her lean on him as she wobbled a bit, “I may want to eat some guava with you instead of for you tomorrow morning.” Mia laughed and pecked Javier’s lips as he spun her around, taking the opportunity to grab her panties and slip them in his back pocket. 

The radio explained that it was already ten after midnight. “Well princesa, you started the year off on a high note and with my name rolling off your lips no less.”

“You can’t just say Happy New year like a normal person? Geez…Happy New Year Javi.” Peña had picked up her purse and was walking Mia down the hallway, his bottle of whiskey forgotten.

“I could, but would you have wanted me to Mia? Just ‘Happy New Year’ instead of my fingers? No you wouldn’t.”

“You’re right and I’m not mad about it.”

As they left the office, their banter continued and they hopped in Peña's car and drove to his apartment, a little fast for Mia’s taste but that didn’t matter as much as what they planned to do when they got there.

Admirers of Javi's pouty lips 👄: @morallyinept @fhatbhabie @covetyou @pedritapascal @pascalsanctuary @nissaimmortal @grogusmum @theywhowriteandknowthings @beefrobeefcal @goodwithcheese @iamasaddie @movievillainess721 @megamindsecretlair @pamasaur @joelslegalwhre @pedrodascal @trulybetty @perotovar @chronically-ghosted @josephquinnswhore @mandoisapunk @secretelephanttattoo @for-a-longlongtime @dameron-grant-spector @legendary-pink-dot @sp00kymulderr @intoanotherworld23 @linzels-blog @guelyury @laurfilijames @missladym1981 @pedroshotwifey @alltheglitterandtheroar @din-djarins-riduur @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @rhoorl @yorksgirl @maggiemayhemnj @saturn-rings-writes @gwendibleywrites @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @undercoverpena @musings-of-a-rose @soft-persephone @javierpena-inatacvest @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @pedritapascal @magpiepills @handspunyarns @frenchiereading

(I may do a follow up to this one as more writing practice for Javier Peña. I haven't quite figured him out yet.)

[jeanbie]

MODERN DAY! CONNIE HEADCANONS #1 ★ masterlist.

i've always headcanonned connie as spanish

moved around a lot since he has family all around the world

loves rap music and hip-hop music

definitely the friend who always has headphones with him or on him

always dancing when he hears a song

and he's an amazing dancer

he has an energy that can make everybody in the room more comfortable

nobody's dancing at the party? wait until connie gets on the dancefloor, then they'll come

has an infectious laugh that even strangers find themselves chuckling along with

is able to make friends wherever he goes with whoever

he's very easy-going and chill and friendly

connie loves big dogs, and has never understood why his mom chose a small little ratty dog that he pretends he doesn't like to try and make her feel bad about it (connie loves his dog)

has the best style out of his friends in terms of being original whilst also trying to appeal to different trends

loves camp rock

connie has his shaven head because he thinks it suits him, but when he was younger he had quite curly hair that was almost blonde

always has sasha help dye his hair cool colours

felt very influenced by gekko from valorant and did try and steal his personality and style for a while

very passionate about his culture and heritage and always invites his friends to family gatherings so he can share the love

the friend who is always doing something unexpected, like he's never just not doing anything

doesn't like wearing jewellery like bracelets or watches because he's always active and is worried he'd either lose them or break them

has a few ear piercings and wants to get his belly-button pierced

he got his eyebrow pierced once but he forgets he has it

when he's angry or sad he goes on tangents in spanish

finds it hilarious when his friends get spanish words wrong and deliberately teaches them words and tells them they have different meanings

took spanish when he was at school and somehow got a lower grade than eren who has never studied spanish before in his life

likes instagram but only really uses stories because sometimes he looks at a photo for too long and then decides that he hates it

loves comedy movies and especially loves romcoms

not the smartest kid at school but he gets the job done

never does homework though because it's bad enough that he has to be at school for seven hours a day, why should he do more work at home

quite good at sports, not amazing but not awful

he really likes tennis and he's pretty good at swimming and hockey

he hates athletics though like he does not see the point in running really fast and just being super tired at the end of it

loves video games and will always advocate for the tekken games

exclusively plays as toad during mario kart

genuinely likes marvel movies but always has the worst takes on characters ever

is a pickle enthusiast

he doesn't really like horror movies or slasher movies because he doesn't understand the enjoyment of watching people get brutally murdered

likes the smell of spearmint and honestly just always smells really good

he has really bad hayfever

always remembers to take a hat outside no matter what the weather is like – if it's sunny he has his cap, if it's freezing then you bet he'll be wearing one of those big hats that covers everything

had chickenpox twice as a kid- thinks it makes him special, it does not

never has storage on his phone and his camera roll is probably like full of photos that he never deletes or backs up

never been super interested in dating anybody – he gets more of a kick out of friendly interaction and has never really craved romantic affection, or at least not yet

his comfort tv show is the simpsons

loves primary colours, especially colours like blue and yellow and green

has quite veiny hands

someone who at first goes unnoticed and it's only when people are really looking at him where they realise that he's actually quite good looking

not very good at keeping plants alive

is drawn to a fish tank if there's one in the room – he always wonders what animals are thinking about when they do their daily activities

thinks that slugs are quite creepy

eren once told him that slender man was real and even though he knows it's not true sometimes he gets a bit paranoid about it

is very good at skateboarding

wears one or two necklaces at a time

you know he's coming either from 1) the loud music you can hear from his headphones, 2) you can hear him moving around as he dances or sings or 3) from the sound of loose change in his pockets

loves sour sweets

is always very disappointed by some of his friend's dinners, like where's the spice? where's the flavour?!

never asks for anything for his birthday or christmas and therefore becomes the most impossible person to buy for her

likes stickers though and will find it hilarious if you buy him terrible stickers that are god awful 

he adores TMG like he wants to be as funny as them (he is)

[montrealmadison]

writing patterns

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern

thank you for the tag @doggernaut! 🩵 eight of my ten most recent fics have been written in the last three weeks for efickegster, so i'm interested to see where the similarities lie (she says, knowing damn well where the similarities lie)

put me back in it (3/8/24) Bitty gets kidnapped at eight.

excuse me (i love you) (3/6/24) As a rule, Kent does not believe in miracles.

still a planet (3/5/24) Bitty's least favorite dream opens like this.

can't unmiss you (2/29/24) Tater’s letting some girl he doesn’t know shoot tequila out of his belly button when he gets the text.

terms or conditions (2/27/24) Dex is thinking about why fancy restaurants invest in stupid shit when Nursey says, "Poindexter, I don't think this is working."

always, forever (2/26/24) Hot morning sun on his shoulders, a big, hot hand on the small of his back, and Bitty has no clue where he is.

imperfections (2/25/24) Half awake, the first thing out of Bitty's mouth is, "We have gotta stop meeting like this."

if it's on, i'm on (2/24/24) Halfway through December, with the night becoming morning and the tub juice lighting him on fire, Oliver O'Meara thinks he's having a pretty good freshman year.

see your body bare (2/14/24) It's a dirty hit.

advent (11/23/23) After almost fifty years, Jack knows how to be famous.

the verdict: apparently i am clinically unable to write a first line of substantial length! i sort of knew i trended this way, but it's really interesting to see them all lined up next to each other and realize they are shorter than bitty 🤷‍♀️ this is also funny because as y’all might be aware i’m also clinically unable to write a short line anywhere else in a fic. this post sponsored by the comma splice and em dash gang.

tagging the homies @mkaugust @cricketnationrise both of whose first lines and writing styles inspire me on the reg and @ohyoufool a second time cause mwah. no pressure darlings. anyone else who wants to play - please feel free to say i tagged you! i’d love a refresher on folks’ recent work! 🩵

if you're curious, like i was, whether or not the density of the writing schedule had an effect on the patterns of these fics' first lines, my older fics are included below the cut!

creation myth (11/5/23) It goes like this.

light the lamp (10/4/23) "Daddy?"

take charge (9/14/23) Bitty is a lot of things these days: a boyfriend, a captain, and (as of three weeks ago) officially a second-semester senior.

like branches in a storm (9/28/21) Nursey wakes up on the morning of graduation with the distinct and uncomfortable feeling that somebody's glued him to the mattress.

t'étais réel parce qu'il t'aimait (7/20/21) “Has her fever gone down?”

drink deeply (6/25/21) Good evening, everyone!

sweet creature (5/9/21) Marriage is a funny thing sometimes, Alicia thinks.