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[gepards-beloved]

playing with his hair

w/ blade, jing yuan, dan heng, gepard, luocha, sampo

" what are you doing?" a groggy voice calls from your lap. when you glance down, you are greeted with a crimson orb and a pair of pinched brows - the crease dissipates when you kiss BLADE on his forehead. " your hair is so long," you grin, playing a portion between your fingers; it had a faint waft of your shampoo. " do you want me to stop?" he blinks at you, handsome face unveiled when not having a curtain of black over his eyes. he looked cute like that— and it felt particularly special when he dropped his cold demeanor in favor of displaying a more vulnerable side; one you have been privy to on many occasions. if you hadn't known better, you'd say his face has gradually softened since you've locked eyes. " no," he whispers, screwing his eyes shut. " this is good." when you resume untangling his roots, he thinks he's found something even more comforting than your kisses. it surprises him, even as his body resumes to sink in your lap— but you continue to find ways to worm into his heart. the thought of complaining never crosses him.

oh, JING YUAN, elegant, refined, and adroit in both marksmanship and leadership. the great general can only fall pilant to one certain foe— you. your hands sift through his hair, locks of snow terribly soft and frizzy in all directions. " it's so soft," you pull the loose strands into makeshift hairstyles of sorts. he looked enchanting as ever, golden rays of light catching his locks in a replenishment shine; then again, he always looked picturesque. the room was quiet, save for his deep sighs that sent a flutter to your heart. jing yuan turns his head to glance at you, but you quickly usher him to sit still as you work out the knots. he couldn't help himself. he just wanted to see your cute face scrunch up in concentration and kiss your jutted lips. he finds appreciation in these details, signaling your endless care for him. he gently pries away one of your hands, placing kisses along the knuckles. " don't worry, my dear," he smiles, moving to kiss your wrist. " i'm all yours." (honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you found a bird hiding deep within the roots. he merely chuckles, kissing your thigh in a show of tenderness. he's far too entranced with your hands tangling in his roots to concern himself with the actual nest he's housing.)

DAN HENG was reading a book, and his hair was just there; loosely tied together in a neat presentation. honestly, how could something taunt you so much, and how could he look so ethereal by just reading?? he notices see you in the corner of his eye, his curiosity already piqued before you even got his hair. " what trouble are you stirring up to this time," he blatantly inquires, serious as ever but deterred by a gentle tone he always speaks to you in. "oh nothing," you giggle. "carry on reading." he cocks a brow but remains quiet. despite himself, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching when you start to weave your hands in the strands. you tended it with care, combing it out with your fingers and dan heng couldn't bring himself to foucs on the words anymore. he nearly shivers when you suddenly press a kiss to the nape of his neck, his sharp exhale occupying the silence. after a couple blissful moments, he pulls away, book long discarded on the table. you hardly got the chance to whine, not when he gently brings you to sit on his lap. " standing won't be necessary," his hand settles on your hips, pecking you on the cheek. " you will be more comfortable this way."

the skeptical look in GEPARD'S eye progressively falters the longer you curl your fingers in his roots. instead, a form of bliss comes to blend into his countenance, and his lips gape into an 'o' pair with a rosy blush in brew from the proximity. it was hard not to get butterflies in your chest when he rubbed his cheek into your palm. and his eyes went heavy when you scratched the area beneath his ear; he was almost like a puppy of sorts. " you're the most handsome man I know," your lips brush the corner of his mouth, the skin growing warm from your words. before you could pull away, his hand grabs your face and brings you in for a kiss proper - it's messy and hurried, still lacking experience but nonetheless effective in sending a wave of anticipation up your spine." can we stay like this forever?" he shuffles closer to you, nose bumping yours; your hands were still buried deep within his blonde hair and he nearly whines when you brush your thumb over his scalp. the sensation, coupled with your synchronized inhales and exhales was nearly numbing. without realizing it, gepard tucks a loose strand of your own behind your ear, a lovestruck grin finding his lips. when you nod, his smile reaches his eyes.

its no secret that LUOCHA adores your touch. you weren't sure how long he's been using your lap as a pillow, sleepily blinking at you as his hand stroked your thigh. a hum escapes him when you experimentally ran a nail down his head; the way his eyes fluttered shut was almost instantaneous, and he tilted his head to the side to grant you more access. he pushes back the temptation to squirm when you curl your hands on the back on his head, the baby hairs responding to your touch. luocha thinks he might just fall asleep like this, his grip turning lax against your clothes. it's only when you move to twirl his bangs around your pinky that it returns stubbornly. " are you teasing me?" he chooses to ignore the way his heart tickles when you cup his face, batting your eyelashes at him. " i'm just looking at you, you're handsome." he smiles against his own rationality, the expression warming you up far more than the sun's rays ever could. he pinches your chin gently, pulling you down until your lips meet in a sloppy movement, tasting like the jam you had fed him earlier. when his eyes fall shut you had the opportunity to fully admire his bliss expression, lopsided and bright. " thank you," he guides your hand back into his hair but not before pressing a kiss to the palm. " indulge me a little more, my love?"

SAMPO was being oddly quiet. so much so, it was growing unnerving. rather than being met with cheesy one-liners or random kisses to your neck, you were greeted instead by silence and a sampo who laid at your lap unmoving. huh, it seems he's fallen asleep, you thought, taking the advantage to run your fingers through his unkempt hair. it was unruly, increasingly so as you meander your fingers along the roots. sampo forces back his grin when you cup the back of his head, baby hairs elevating to your touch. he does, however, release a sigh when you start to detangle it mindlessly, the outside world momentarily forgotton. your stupor is broken when a drawled "y/n~" intrudes the silence, punctuated by a pinch to your arm. you don't know what was more humiliating: your yelp or the way your body went taut. " were you faking this entire time?" you reeled back, frowning at the mirth glazed in his eyes; you don't get too far when he captures your hand, peppering kisses along the wrist. " don't be so surprised," sampo gives your pulse point a teasing nibble, relishing in the reaction it coaxes from you. " i have tricks up my sleeve too."

[miryum]

Simon Riley has a lot of weird little quirks that I couldn’t fit in any other fic idea

Simon Riley knows how to braid hair and braid it well. French, Dutch, fishtail, anything you wanted. Little tiny braids didn’t deter him either. He would sit on the couch, you standing or sitting between his thick thighs and glare silently in concentration as he braided your hair. He’s also able to pick up any hairstyle real easily. Show him some inspiration on Pinterest and he’ll be able to replicate it almost perfectly. Simon isn’t as good at buns because he can’t quite get how to twist his wrist just right, but give him a strand of hair and he loves to weave it between his fingers. It makes him feel close to you and he is so proud when you wear the braid all throughout the day

Simon Riley folds laundry with military precision and gets a little miffed if you fold the laundry wrong. He literally grumbles and mutters to himself and then re-folds the entire load. He tries to show you how to fold it, but you don’t care as much as him, so he just does it himself. Laundry and the majority of the cleaning goes to Simon because as much as he has qualms about the way you do laundry, don’t even get him started on the way you attempt to clean the house. It’s better for everyone if he just does it

Simon Riley likes to rub his face over your pillow. Especially before or after deployment, he’s like a cat. He circles your pillow in his beefy arms and just presses his cheek to it again and again. It’s like he’s scenting it so that when he goes away, you won’t forget him. You think it’s absolutely adorable and you like to scratch at his hair as he does it

Simon Riley has very strong opinions about Christmas lights. He likes to put them up every year because he grew up Catholic (though he’s now an atheist) and it reminds him of his childhood. He doesn’t really care whether the lights are all white or different colours, but he cannot stand it if they blink. It’s much too annoying and busy and he thinks it’s a cry for attention. It also doesn’t help that sometimes he sees them out of the corner of his eye and the red ones look like the lights on a bomb or the green ones like the call signal on a radio

Simon Riley likes to buy you jewellery. He likes to buy anything and everything that he thinks will look pretty on you. When he finds something with little birds on it, he can’t help but splurge because you’re his Birdie and he loves you

Simon Riley is really good at most any sport, you name it. Rugby, basketball, baseball, American football, the list goes on and on. But put a gun to his head and tell him to score a goal for football and he would take the bullet. There’s really no explanation for it. One could blame it on his utter behemoth size, but he’s able to dribble the basketball or swing at the baseball hurtling towards him, but his feet just trip over themselves as he tries to get the bloody football down the field. He hates that little black and white ball with a burning passion

Simon Riley who is actually pretty involved in the VA. He doesn’t go out and advocate for more funding or anything, but if he sees a homeless veteran, he definitely guides them in the right direction. He goes there once a week just to catch up with everyone. You think it’s very healthy that he’s establishing a community for himself and he really enjoys it – you can see it in his eyes after he comes home Simon Riley who needs to sleep on the couch sometimes after deployment. It’s not that he doesn’t want to hold you close, but the mattress is sometimes a bit too soft for him after sleeping on the ground or in a hard cot for weeks on end. You usually end up joining him, just splaying out on his chest. After a night or two, he returns to his place in the bed, holding you close

Simon Riley has the 141 insignia tattooed on his bicep and then the numbers on his chest. He was going to put the numbers over his heart, but, a week before his appointment, he had met you and some little part of him told him to move the tattoo up three inches. He was very glad he decided to move it because a year later he had gotten your initials with a little bird tattooed right over his heart

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you have any notes on hair and hairstyles by any chance?

Writing Notes: Hairstyles

Some writing tips to describe your character's hair:

Frame your character’s face with a hairstyle that reflects their story. A crewcut might signify a military soldier or someone who likes to be in control. A ponytail or pigtails might indicate a young character. Describe a character’s hair color—black hair, dark hair, brunette, redhead, blonde, gray, or white—in interesting ways instead of just stating the shade. It makes a difference whether your character dyes their hair or keeps it its natural shade. Describe the length of their hair. A confident businesswoman might have short or shoulder-length hair. A musician might have longer hair. Match your character’s hairstyle with their personality.

Make facial hair an element of a character’s style. How a male character keeps his facial hair is telling. If he’s constantly clean-shaven, he might go to a regular corporate job. A bit of stubble can signify a more casual career. From a beard to sideburns to a goatee, facial hair helps paint a picture of a male character and can help represent their life and what they do.

Write detailed character descriptions. Visualize a character in your own mind. Make them three dimensional by fleshing out both the character’s personality and physical appearance. Write down their physical details like hairstyle and hair color—do they have brown hair, blond hair, or dark hair? Describe how they move through the world and hint at what their body language and mannerisms reveal.

Here are some words to help you select more precise language and improve the clarity in your writing:

Descriptive Words to Describe Hair

Hair Texture. Relates to the circumference of individual hairs as well as the curl pattern and general state of the hair, with regards to how it looks and feels.

body, bouncy, bristly, brittle, bushy, coarse, crinkly, delicate, downy, fine, flat, fluffy, frizzy, fuzzy, glossy, lank, limp, listless, luxuriant, luxurious, medium, nappy, no body, puffy, rough, satiny, silky, sleek, smooth, soft, sticky, stiff, straight, straw-like, supple, touchable, velvety, wavy, wiry

Hair Thickness. This means the same thing as hair density. There are a number of terms for how thick a person’s hair is.

lush, scraggly, sparse, stringy, thick, thin, voluminous, wispy, wooly

Hair Styles or Cuts. Properly describing how hair is cut or styled is critical in describing the appearance of a character in a story or the subject of a work of nonfiction.

afro, a-line, angled, asymmetrical, bangs, beehive, blunt, bob, bouffant, bowl cut, braided, braids, brushed back, bun, buzzed, center part, chignon, chopped, choppy, clipped, coils, comb over, corkscrew curls, cornrows, crew cut, curled, dreadlocks, ducktail, emo, extensions, face-framing, feathered, fishtail braid, flat top, flyaway, french braids, french twist, fringe, Jheri curl, kinked, layered, long layers, loose, military cut, mohawk, mullet, natural, pageboy, parted, pigtails, pin curls, pixie, plaited, pompadour, ponytail, Rasta, rat tail, ratted, ringlets, shag, shaved, side part, slicked down, spiked, spiky, spirals, springy, stacked, straightened, swept back, swept to the side, swept up, teased, topknot, trimmed, twisted, undercut, up, updo, waterfall braids, weave, wedge, wings, wrapped

Hair Length. Hair can vary greatly in length. Choosing the right descriptive word for hair length helps readers get a better picture of the character or person about whom you are writing.

cascading, chin length, close cropped, cropped, ear length, flowing, long, medium length, mid-back length, neck length, short, shoulder length, tailbone length, trailing, waist length

Hair Color or Tints. Since there are many hair colors in different tones, some natural and some not, it’s really important to choose the right descriptive word for hair color.

ash brown, auburn, black, bleached blond, blonde, blue, bluish, bottle blonde, brown, brunette, burgundy, burnished, chestnut, coppery, dark, flaxen, ginger, golden blonde, gray, green, honey, jet black, light, mousy, multi-colored, natural blonde, oil slick, ombre, peroxide blonde, pink, platinum, purple, rainbow, raven, red, salt and pepper, silver, strawberry blonde, streaked, sun-kissed, sun-streaked, wheat blonde, white, yellow, yellowing

Treated Hair. There are a number of treatments people can use to alter the appearance of their hair.

bleached, body wave, brassy, colored, conditioned, deep conditioned, dyed,frosted, highlighted, highlights, lowlights, permed, relaxed, smoothing, tinted

Messy Hair. There are a number of ways to convey to readers that a person has messy hair. Whether the individual’s hair is messy due to a lack of care, general unruliness, or having been engaged in activity that caused it to become messy, choose the right word so readers will understand.

bad hair day, bedhead, clumpy, disarray, disheveled, drooping, knotted, matted, overgrown, shaggy, snarled, tangled, tousled, towheaded, uncombed, uncontrollable, unkempt, unmanageable, unruly, unstyled, untamed, untidy, windblown, windswept

Neatly Styled Hair. Some people take great pains to ensure their hair is the exact opposite of messy. Use these terms when you want to describe someone with neatly styled hair.

blown out, coiffed, coiffured, done, neat, runway-ready, tamed, tidy, well-groomed

More Ways to Describe the Appearance of Hair. The categories listed above aren’t all inclusive when it comes to describing hair.

beautiful, brushed, classy, clean, combed, damp, dirty, dripping, dull, elegant, enviable, fashionable, filthy, gorgeous, greasy, healthy, luscious, lustrous, nourished, shiny, singed, slick, soaked, squeaky clean, stylish, sweaty, trendy, vibrant, voluminous, wet

Words to Describe Hair Problems. There are a number of different hair problems. If the person or character you are writing about has a visible issue with his or her hair, be sure to choose the best word to describe it.

alopecia, bald, balding, bald patch, broken, damaged, dandruff, dry, flaky, fried, hair loss, lice, needs a touch-up, nits, oily, overly processed, pattern baldness, receding, roots are showing, shedding, split ends, thinning, thin on top, widow’s peak

Hair Accessories. Thoroughly describing a person or character’s appearance may require giving some information about hair accessories the person is wearing. Choose the best term to describe any items placed in or on the individual’s hair.

ball cap, barrette, beret, bobby pin, bow, butterfly clip, chopsticks, elastic, feather, flower, hair clip, hairpin, hat, headband, headscarf, kerchief, ribbon, scarf, scrunchie, side comb, snap clip, sweatband, tiara, tieback

Names of Hair Tools. When you need to describe what someone uses to style their hair, be sure to accurately describe the type of tool the individual uses.

blow dryer, clippers, comb, curling iron, diffuser, dryer, duckbill clips, fine-tooth comb, flat iron, hairbrush, hot rollers, rollers, round brush, scissors, thinning shears

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs ⚜ Facial Hair

Hope this helps with your writing!

[creatingblackcharacters]

So I was thinking about more resources to show just how creative and unique Black hair can be in character design, and how much of an art style it really is. Then I remembered something:

Hair Shows and Competitions!

I assume other people have hair shows; I've never really thought about it. But yeah! You'll have to find social media of creators and stylists, but you can find a lot of cool things if you look 👀

[loveforeren]

Could you do Jjk men see b!ack reader take her weave out for the first time

JJK men seeing black!fem reader take her weave out for the first time.

I decided to write this one for shits and giggles and at the end I did the text version 🫡 hope you enjoy lovely and sorry for any spelling mistakes it's 4:25 where I'm at and I had work today.

Gojo

This was the first time Gojo had ever dated a black girl. He wasn't familiar with it so when you asked him to come over while you did your hair he obliged.

"Y/N!! I'm here!!" He said as he scrambled into your apartment. He had also brought you some food.

"I'm in my room,Toru!" You yelled back.

Gojo walked into your room and set the bag down. Before turning to you, a startled expression etched his face.

"Your hair?!" He yelled in shock.

"What...about it?" You asked confused.

"It's falling out?! Why didn't you tell me?! Did that hair stylist you go to mess up your hair?!" He asked genuinely shocked and worried as he picked up the hair that did not know was weave from your braids.

"Toru! Calm downn it's not my hair" you laugh.

"Huh..?" He asked shocked.

You spent the next hour explaining how your hair is done as you also showed him how to take out your braids.

Nanami

Nanami was very well educated in your hair. I mean he paid for it how couldn't he. But he's never seen you taken it off until today.

"Ughh this stupid ass hair." You groan.

"What's wrong my love?" He asked rubbing your thigh.

"It's not cooperating.." you whine.

"Oh I'm sorry my l-" before Nanami could finish his sentence the words "fuck this." Left you mouth.

He watched as you took off your lace front in one quick swift motion. He tried to hide the expression on his face as you ripped it off. He's never seen you take off the wig nor take out braids so this was a first for him. He watched at you threw the now separate wig away from you on the end of the bed.

You look at him and begin to laugh.

"Did that scare ya, Nami?" You giggle.

"What...no...no love.." he said looking away.

Getou

Getou and you had just started dating and you'd invited him over. He knocked on the door and you unlocked it using the security website you had linked to your door. He opened the door and walked in. He saw a little hair on the floor and picked it up in shock.

"Y/N? are you okay?!" He asked loudly.

"Yeaa!! I'm in the living room!" You yelled back.

He came into the room and looked shocked.

"Your hair..?" He asked confused.

"Oh? Yea I hadda take it out!" You said untwisting your hair.

"Take it out?" He said tilting his head like a confused puppy.

"Suguru...sweetie did you think this was my real hair" you asked lightly.

"Yes..?" He said, kind of red.

You laughed as you had to explain what you did every time you went to your friend Nene's house with with a new hairstyle.

Toji

Toji decided to pay you and unexpected visit (he wanted to eat your food). He walked in the house with a hum as he saw hair in the trash..? He looked at the trash confused he picked the hair up with 2 fingers holding it away from him in confusion. He put it back in the trash bought a snack and went into your room to see you taking out your goddess braids. His mouth hung open.

"Uh...Y/N" He said.

"Hii toji!" You said tossing the hair into the bag you had.

"Hair...? Where..? Why..? Uhh" He said.

"I'm taking it out Toji, no I'm not balding, that was never my real hair, I told you this, and my hair isn't this short it's shrinkage which means my curls are so tight my hair looks shorter." You said quickly.

"Ohhhh, you know I'd still fuck you if you were bald-headed" He said with a grin.

"Gee thank you, baby." You said sarcasm lacing your voice.

Choso

Choso had fallen asleep when he woke up to you taking out your hair. He shrieked and it was almost... girl-like.

"Your hair!!" He yelled.

"Baby...it's my weave..You've seen my natural hair." You said gently.

"Oh yea...well..uh..that was scary still I thought your hair was falling out from when I fed you that tracking device" he said.

"YOU WHAT-"

Sukuna

Sukuna had walked into the bathroom to use it while you did your hair.

"What the fuck." He said eyes wide.

"Hmm..? I'm taking off my hair." You said.

"Humans can just peel...their hair off like skin to reveal a new layer...?" He asked confused.

"WHAT?" You ask.

"The hair.." he said about the wig you had just took off.

"Sukuna...no...no..that's no..oh my God what am I gonna do wit you" you laugh.

Text versions <3

[sp1der-wid0w]

this came in my head, because my oc’s facecard has such amazing hairstyles @birkinbabe on tiktok

how miguel would react seeing you with your natural hair ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

⋆˚࿔ 🍃🪮 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ when you and miguel dated, you had always had such versatile hairstyles. from blue wigs, to blonde quick weaves, to cute little sew ins, you always looked so good. and that’s what miguel loved about you. but one week, you decided to take a break from having so much glue ins and wigs in your hair, and decided to go natural. when miguel came home from work, you were watching jujitsu kaisen on the tv.

“hey, quierda.” he said tiredly, stretching his back, and then going over to kiss you on the center of your hair. he was so tired from work, that it took him only a minute to realize that your hair felt different. “hey, baby.” you said to him, and then went back to watching the match between choso and itadori fight. he looks at your afro, and he thinks that it’s so cute. he clears your throat to get your attention. “your hair.” he says. “oh, yeah. i needed a break, besides i needed to let my roots grow. the glue from my last quick weave, was really fuckin’ my scalp up.” you chuckled, while pulling on some of your curls.

he simply nods. “it’s nice, cariño, you should wear your ‘fro more often.”

you began to gush. “awww, thank you baby.” he smiled a little, and he starts to cuddle with you on the couch, watching the moment when choso breaks down about learning the truth about his brother. his fingers gently brush through your curls, carefully trying not to mess it up. “miggy?” you asked, “do you think i should get a sew in next month? or should i just go natural?”

he shrugs. “it’s all on you, but i personally believe that you should wear your real hair. but, you’ll look beautiful either way." you look him with such love, and smile. he’s such a supportive boyfriend, you’re so lucky to have him. “miggy, eres tan dulce.” you gushed. he kisses you on the center of your forehead, and pulls you closer. his warm breath on your neck, makes you shiver, as it hits the perfect spot. “y eres tan guapa.” he chuckles.

miguel loves his black queens, and you’re no exception my lovelies <3🫶🏾

[culthermag]

BLACK HAIR-STORY: Embracing the power and beauty of Black women's hair this Black History Month, with Lil Kim , Mary J Blige , Nivea & JT of the City Girls. [ Eras from 1995-2023 ] #NotTheBAYANG !

For centuries, our hair has been an undeniable symbol of resilience, creativity, and self-expression. From ancient times to modern-day, it's been our crown, our canvas, our statement.

Yet, the journey to celebrate our natural hair hasn't always been easy. Despite the rich history of using wigs, weaves, and elaborate hairstyles as editorial expressions, and beauty tactics for everyday life we still face backlash for embracing our true selves.

JT, of the City Girls was the most recent topic of discussion just last year for her experimental “ MOWALOLA X BEATS BY DRE “ headphones y2k inspired campaign look. Social media warriors called her names and insulted her existence for telling a story with the look she was in…

People have always hated black women’s hair. Let's reclaim our narrative, honor our roots, and celebrate every strand as a testament to our strength and beauty. — [ x ]

[thistuesdaynight]

I saw some fanart of Paspa Essiedu as Severus with the canon typical long, straight hair.

(I'm not gonna reblog bc I don't want to send any haters to that person's art) but it exemplifies the reason that I can't trust Hollywood with race swapped characters.

If they do end up casting a black severus snape and he has straight hair.....

I think I might actually just keel over and die atp

It would be like what they did to Jamie Foxx in The Amazing Spiderman 2. They gave that man a comb over. A fucking COMB OVER.

Most people don't know how black hair works, which makes sense, bc most people have never HAD to know. But lemme tell you: It's a lot of fucking work to maintain straight hair as a black person.

Are you telling me Severus Snape goes to the salon every 2 weeks to get a silk press??

He wraps his hair in a satin scarf every night to keep it from kinking up?

Did he get a fucking weave?

Did he get a relaxer?

He owns a straightening iron to do touch ups if his hair gets frizzy?

He refuses to go out in the rain bc it would ruin his hair?

And alright, some of you might say: they're wizards, so maybe there are spells/potions for that. But then I ask why would he use them??? There is simply NO WAY that Severus Snape grew up straightening his hair like that. And are we going to explore the implications of internalized racism and assimilation inherent in charming your hair straight every day?? Especially when that is a hairstyle that black men RARELY have.

The reason why women do it in this world is multi layered: white beauty standards, easy maintenance with a trip to the salon every couple weeks, and internalized beliefs that our hair is unkempt, wily, and too difficult to care for. Some people do just like the style, though.

And which reason, pray tell, would be Severus Snape's???? I would need a whole episode just to explain that choice alone, bc it's just too big a change to his character.

I would hope that Hollywood would have more sense than to give him straight hair, but.... frankly I can't trust them.

[spaceshipellie]

ellie x masc reader?? 😋 luv u

love you too anon 🖤 thanks you for requesting! i didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so i did smut with a plot lol hope you enjoy babes

silver

ellie x masc!guitarist!reader

summary: ellie goes to see a band play and takes a liking to the guitarist.

warnings: flirting (gasp), smut with plot, smoking, eating out (e receiving), fingering (both receiving), switch vibes???, 18+ mdni

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being a guitar player herself, ellie loved going to gigs. especially ones in tiny venues like this, to her it just felt more intimate. you could get a drink whenever you wanted and you could get up close and see the smiles on the band’s faces as they look out into the crowd. the band that were playing on this particular night had really caught her attention, more specifically, you had.

she could see just how immersed you were, ring clad fingers moving wildly on the strings, hips moving with the music, messy hair falling over your eyes occasionally. the mixture of watching you and the drink she had in her hand was intoxicating.

you were wearing a loose t-shirt that you had obviously cut the sleeves off and cropped slightly, meaning every once in a while ellie would see a slither of the skin above your boxers which poked out of your jeans. she watched how the muscles in your arms tensed during certain guitar riffs.

the current song then came to an end and the lead singer started talking into the microphone, asking how the crowd was and if they were having a good night. naturally, tipsy cheers followed. you and the rest of the band fiddled with your instruments and laughed about something together which no one else could hear. as the singer was introducing their next song, your eyes suddenly landed on ellie. a tiny smirk curved your lips as you noticed her already looking at you.

you thought she looked cool with her short, mullet type hairstyle and white tank, showing off her lean muscular arms which adorned a few tattoos. your eyes trailed down over her baggy black jeans that ended in beat up black converses. not to mention the silver chain she wore and silver rings similar to your own. she smirked herself before sipping her drink, not breaking eye contact with you.

you only looked away to start playing again. the intro of the next song required you to play a sustained note. your left fingers held the strings down and you shook your wrist slightly, your right hand hanging at your side after it had just strummed and the crowd was losing it.

throughout the song, you kept sneaking glances at ellie and noticed she didn’t hide the fact that she was looking at you too. you felt like yourself when you were up on stage and normally you dreaded the set coming to an end, but when a pretty girl was eyeing you up in the crowd, you actually couldn’t wait to finish.

you had a few more songs to play before your set was over. you and the rest of the band all said your good nights and started packing away your stuff. once that was done you all headed to the bar but you poked your head between two of your band mates who were leaning on the sticky bar mats, slapping your hands on their shoulders.

“i’m gonna maybe catch you later.”

“oh yeah, we all know what that means,” your drummer snickered.

“read me like a book, i don’t care, she’s hot,” you laughed, holding your hands up in defence as you started taking steps backwards.

you weaved through the crowd for a moment before you spotted her further down at the bar. walking over, she turned upon sensing your arrival and you were about to say hi when someone stopped you.

“sorry, are you in that band that just played?”

“h-oh, yeah, yeah i am,” you laughed awkwardly, aware that she was right there watching the encounter.

“i just wanted to say you sounded amazing!”

“oh cool, yeah thank you so much,” you smiled at them.

“that’s all i wanted to say, sorry to interrupt,”

“no no it’s fine, ‘ppreciate it,” you said as they gave you a little wave and left. you turned to her and she was grinning at you.

“ooh someone’s famous,” she teased.

“shut up,” you laughed. she drank the last bit of her beer.

“can i get you another?” you asked, head gesturing to her empty pint glass.

“sure,” she smiled, watching as your legs sat man spreading on the bar stool as you spoke to the bartender.

“you do this with all your fans?” she kept up the teasing tone. you both sat facing each other, each resting one arm in the bar.

“only the ones who look at me all night,” it was your turn to tease as you leant forward.

“oh yeah? you were looking at me too.” she also leant forward and her eyebrow raised for a second and you noticed the small scar in it.

“how’d you get that?” you quickly pointed to it before resting your hand back on your knee.

“slaying a dragon.”

“nice, that a regular hobby of yours or?”

“eh, just now and then, can’t over do it.”

“no, ‘cause that would be crazy.”

“yeah, much crazier than cutting your face in a skateboarding accident.”

“oh, i didn’t know dragons could skateboard.”

she laughed, dropping her head before looking back up at you. you sipped your beer, not breaking eye contact, just like she had done earlier when you were on stage. your knees bumped together as she reached for her own beer. you talked some more and exchanged names. you asked her about her art. she asked about your music and you found out she played guitar too. your beers were virtually empty now when she dug out a packet of marlboro cigarettes, opening them and placing one behind her ear.

“want one?”

“thanks,” you said, taking one from the packet before she shoved them back in her back pocket.

“lead the way,” she said and followed you outside. it was dark out, only street lamps lighting up the space. you leaned against the wall, crossing your feet and putting one hand in your pocket, holding the cigarette in the other. you placed it between your lips and she cupped her hands around the end, lighting it for you before lighting her own. you took a few drags, blowing the smoke away from each other before your eyes settled on her face.

“what?” she scrunched her face a little, smirking.

“was trying to weigh up if this was a good time to kiss you or not,” you snickered, taking another drag. she let out a small laugh as more grey smoke escaped her lips.

“well, what’s your verdict?”

you pulled your hand out of your pocket and uncrossed your feet, standing up properly but still leaning your back on the wall. you hooked a finger in her belt loop and pulled her into you, letting your lips ghost over hers for a moment before kissing her.

it started off soft and simple, but deepened after a couple of seconds. you moved your finger from her belt loop and spread your palm over her hip. she rested hers on your waist, her little finger touching your skin as it dipped under the loose hem of your top. your other hands still occupied with your cigarettes. after you pulled away, you flicked off the built up ash and took another drag.

“that answer your question?”

she bit her lip and squeezed your waist. she stubbed her cigarette out on the wall and flicked it in the general direction of the bin before pulling you into her more and kissing you again. your tongues fought for dominance and you stubbed your cigarette out too, bringing your now free hand to her other hip. her other hand slipped into your back pocket, groping your ass.

“wanna get out of here?” she breathed against your lips.

“my place is just round the corner,” you suggested and felt her nod.

you grabbed her hand and pulled her in that direction, giggling as you fumbled down the street.

when you got to yours, you knew your roommate/band member wouldn’t be home as they were still going to be at the bar for ages. you grabbed ellie’s ass as you got through the door and she grabbed your wrist, kissing you sloppily.

“where’s your room?”

“this way.”

you continued your kiss as you staggered your way through the already open door. you both collapsed on the bed but you quickly asserted yourself by grabbing her wrists and pinning them either side of her head, your leg flung over her hips, straddling her. leaning over her, your silver necklace dangled and you hovered your lips over hers. her hips tried to lift underneath you and you smiled before closing the gap between you again.

you began kissing down her neck, removing one of your hands from her wrist to push her top up until it exposed her braless tits. you cupped one and pinched her nipple lightly making her squirm a little. you latched your lips onto the other, scattering a few kissing across her chest before kissing down to the waistband of her boxers. undoing her jeans with one hand she helped you shuffle them off before you utilised both your hands in pushing her further up the bed so you had more room.

nestling in between her hips you pulled her boxers off and bit your lip at the sight of her. bring a finger to her hole, you collected some of the wetness and swirled it around her clit. your eyes found hers whilst you laid your tongue flat against her, lapping at her clit.

“fuck,” she groaned and her slender fingers groped at her boobs.

you slipped a finger in, pumping it in and out a few times before adding another. your free hand squeezed her waist. you moaned against her cunt, sending vibrations up through her body.

“so fucking hot,” you mumbled.

you kept fucking her until you felt her clench around you and shift her hips. she let out a mini string of hushed curses as she came and you slipped your fingers out. she then quickly sat up and pulled your face up to kiss her, tongues swirling together. she tangled one hand in your hair and the other started undoing your jeans as you knelt on the bed. you pushed them down and kicked them off along with your boxers and she pulled you to straddle her lap. her hand then dragged along your thigh, fingertips digging into the flesh and it made you buck your hips into her slightly.

your hands fumbled around at her boobs for a bit before breaking the kiss to peel her pushed up tank top right off. you also took the chance to throw yours off too, leaving you both completely naked. she trailed her hand along your thigh until it reached your folds. she circled a finger over your clit, emitting a moan from you. she played with your clit a little longer before dipping two of her fingers into you. she pumped and curled them, feeling your cum dripping slowly down her hand.

your head went back, exposing your neck for her to leave sloppy kisses on. her free hand aided your hips in grinding on her.

“fucking ride my fingers, baby.”

you brought a hand down to start rubbing circles on your clit and the sight of it made ellie gasp. your head then fell and buried itself in her neck, open lips brushing her skin. she grazed her teeth on your shoulder, practically biting it when your other hand tightened it’s grip on her bicep. the mix of slight pain and pleasure brought you to orgasm as you rode it out in her lap. when you were done she removed her hand and held your hips. you were both panting and took a minute to catch your breath. she looked up at you, giving you a lazy smile as she let out a short laugh.

“wanna give me an encore?”

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Pick-A-Poet: How Can You Heal Your Ancestral Trauma?

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Hello people, thank you for your patience. In honor of Black History Month, I am dedicating a series to Black American icons. This post is dedicated to Black American poets. Below, there will be a quote that was chosen from one of their poems to go along with the reading. The deck that will be used in this series is the Hoodoo Tarot deck. Without further ado, please pick the poet that stands out to you.

***Disclaimer: Some topics may be triggering to whomever is viewing.

Left-to-Right (1-3): Maya Angelou, Countee Cullen, Reneé Watson.

“Love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls” - Maya Angelou, Touched by an Angel.

Cards Used: Three of Coins, Dr. Buzzard, Dem Bones (RX), Mother of Baskets, Ten of Coins, Strength.

Pile One: For those of you that resonated with the quote from Maya Angelou, I have a question for you. You do know that you don’t have to be anyone’s ride or die, right? You are loyal to a fault. But it’s literally within your bloodline to be that way. There could be someone in your family who was scapegoated, falsely accused of a crime or could have went to jail for something that was easily avoidable. I heard, “Make it right. Do what’s best for you.” You could be in the process of making a life changing decision right now but the air is foggy. It’s okay to be selfish, if it means you’ll be led down the right path. You don’t need to follow what everyone else is doing. Your ancestors want you to know that you don’t need to be so hard on yourself either. Compassionate TLC is what you need to give yourself. I keep seeing images of quick weave hairstyles in my head & my head got itchy while I was doing this reading. I think you need to take a break from these & let your scalp breathe. Let yourself breathe in general. For those of you that are darker skinned, there is a female ancestor (grandmother or aunt) that wants you to know it’s okay to experiment with your personal style. I’m channeling Doechii’s energy. You don’t seem to be conventional, they respect it. So don’t be scared to look different. People will always have something to say but your beauty is admired by all.

“Death cut the strings that gave me life, and handed me to sorrow” - Countee Cullen, Saturday’s Child.

Cards Used: Black Herman, Ace of Knives, Nine of Knives, Eight of Coins, Aunt Caroline, Daughter of Knives, Three of Knives, Six of Baskets.

Pile Two: You do know that you don’t have much to worry about, right? Throughout American history, we have seen the documented struggles of Black Americans. With each generation, the next would have one less thing to worry about. Your ancestors want to tell you that you are more privileged than you think you are. You tend to worry about things that are out of your control. I feel that a lot of you could have dealt with unexpected death a lot in the past couple of years, specifically dealing with the lungs/heart. Your ancestors could have a history of heart disease/lung disease. This could have been a family member that you drifted apart from & you feel guilty for it. But there’s nothing that you can do to change the past, my love! What you can do is take care of your physical body. Join the gym. Drink lemon water. Eat when you feel like it & don’t label any foods are ‘good’ or ‘bad’. I heard someone coughing; you should avoid smoking cigarettes & weed as well or really any substance intake. Eat bananas too! You can only control what goes on with I also feel that some of your ancestors could have been hypochondriacs, had OCD or suffered from religious delusions. I would considering talking to a therapist if you feel that you’re headed down that path. Make decisions that are beneficial to your freedom but remember to count your blessings.

“Our bodies, a mosaic of languages forgotten, of freedom songs and moaned prayers” - Black Girls Rising, Reneé Watson.

Cards Used: Big Mama, Miss Ida, Ace of Sticks, Mother of Sticks, Six of Knives and Three of Sticks.

Pile Three: You’ve been saying you’re going to move out of the city you’re in for too long. Get out and stop talking about your plans to relocate. Your ancestors don’t think that there is anything there for you anymore. Your family could have lived in this city for decades but it’s changed so much that you don’t even recognize it anymore. Some of you could be from the East Coast, specifically Philly or Baltimore. You need to get out before you talk yourself into circles again. Some of y’all could be in school about to finish up a degree; keep going. A grandmother spirit is so so so proud of you. Before you relocate, take some days off to visit so that you can see what this new city is like. Many of your ancestors were not able to make plans and go through with them because of unfortunate life situations. Teen/unexpected pregnancy, severe mental illness and/or murder could have been factors that prevented them from following their dreams. If teen pregnancy runs in the family, you should acknowledge this as a fear of yours so that you can make smart decisions in regard to sex rather than making costly choices. Also, practice safe sex with a partner that is equally as conscious as you. Your ancestors want you to know that you can accomplish anything you put your mind to. You have bright ideas and you should share them with the world. Be confident in your spotlight. You deserve to take up space.