#green girls w the same head shape

[rogdona]

[murdrdocs]

80s pornstar logan; age gap; pornstar reader x pornstar logan; doggy; brat!reader MDNI 18+ w/ LOGAN HOWLETT

logan doesn't trust you.

he doesn't know you well enough for you to have gained his trust, but he refuses to get to know you. there's no point. in logan's eyes, there's no reason for you to get comfortable.

you won't be here for long.

he doesn't care how much the studio believes in you, he doesn't believe in you. how could he? you're so fucking green that he can smell it on you. only starred in a couple movies before this one, both nothing compared to the expansive record that he has.

gum-smacking, lip gloss shining under the sun, flowy shirts, and tiny shorts. compared to his cigars, fitted jeans, and plaid, the two of you are polar opposites. even though logan sees something in you. that same arrogance he had at your age. it just looks different on you.

you confront him first. standing beside his car in the studio parking lot, resting your hip on the door like it’s your vehicle. you’re blocking the entrance, lazily smacking your gum as you squint at him.

logan doesn’t say anything. he stands there, hands on his hips, his restless fingers tapping against the worn leather of his belt. he shamelessly lets his eyes rake down your body, taking in the natural shape of your tits through your loose shirt, the expanse of your legs barely covered by your tiny shorts. briefly, logan wonders if you’re shaved like some of the other younger girls he’s filmed with.

he finds himself wanting to find out.

he’s wearing his shades, the thin wire-framed ones with brown lenses. he knows they aren’t opaque, he knows you can see the path his eyes take, but he doesn’t care. he holds off a smile when you adjust your stance and scoff.

“what’s your problem with me?”

logan shrugs dismissively.

apparently, his nonchalance upsets you even more. he expects you to give him some speech about how rude he is, how you deserve to be here just as much as he does, how you earned your spot in this production. whatever your little brain can come up with.

but you give him none of that. you push off of logan's truck, step out of his way, and saunter off with a final call of, "see you on wednesday!".

logan lets his eyes linger on the switch in your hips and the shape of your ass.

his eyes find that same spot on wednesday, his view unobstructed now as your bare skin is illuminated underneath the studio lights. he's just staring and he can't stop. his eyes watching the way your skin ripples as he fucks you from behind, following the curve of your back, all the way up to the crown of your head which reaches for him.

he knows at some point he's supposed to grab the ponytail you have. the director wants him to mess it up as much as possible, providing a good contrast from how dolled up you were before. most of that has been done naturally. for some reason, everything with you seems natural. logan's been in the game for a while, he's had to fake scenes before. it's part of the job description, to act according to how the audience would want the sex to go. but with you, logan doesn't think he's been acting at all.

the energy buzzes around his entire body the entire time. he doesn't ever forget that you're both being filmed, it would be hard to, but he loses himself in it. he loses himself in the way you know just what to do. the way you angle your body perfectly according to the camera position, the way you speak to him, the way you're so visibly remembering every single direction you were giving before filming began.

your competence is hot.

by the time filming is over and a production assistant is handing you a warm towel and your robe, logan's fucking spent.

you're just there grinning, watching logan down an entire bottle of water in one go. when he comes up for air, you stand before him, keeping your eyes on his.

"i see why you're known for your stamina," is all you say to him before you turn away and disappear, possibly unaware of the semi that was brewing beneath the towel covering logan's hips. 

the next time logan sees you, it's through a headshot. sitting on the casting director's desk, amongst three others, all labeled with names and facing him. he stands there for a second, hands crossed over his chest as he scans every picture.

"we just need to know who you think would be good for the next job," the casting director reiterates, his words smooth as they wrap around logan's mind.

logan doesn’t know why he’s pretending, why he's taking so long to answer a question that he knows the answer to.

he slides your picture up higher than the rest and leaves it at that.

[i-luv-p0tat0es]

Glassheart Modern Prep School AU!!

This is just an idea I’ve had, it probably doesn’t make much sense without context but I’m posting this anyway!

Chloe has always had one goal. Be perfect. She knows it’s unrealistic, her therapist tells her it’s not the best goal to have. But it’s the standard that she sets for herself, and for the past 16 years she’s been doing a damn good job.

It’s funny how her entire world is flipped on its head when a new girl comes to town and shows her that her flaws are what make her perfect.

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Chloe suddenly regretted not accepting her father’s help with her bags. She had to haul her copious amount of luggage down the long and familiar halls of Auradon Prep. Eventually, she got to her dorm and set them down, she pulls out a small keycard and slides it into the lock. She waits for the green light to flash as she hears a click. She opens the door and starts to put all of her stuff down as she breathes in the familiar smell of her room.

With a content sigh she took in the space around her. It was mostly the same as when she left it, the walls were still that same off-white color, the beams still had the intricate wooden texture, and the windows had the same view she loved looking out at in the morning. She made sure to check the kitchenette first, looking for any faults, making sure the sink was running and the fridge was cold.

Chloe remembers her parents telling her about someone sponsoring the school, their child would be attending this year, and they had paid to put new equipment in all around the building. It showed when Chloe opened the cabinets expecting a loud squeak, but was met with silence instead.

Heading up to the loft she looked at the plain beds sitting up there and the door that leads to the balcony between them. She jumped onto the one she had claimed when she first moved in, sinking into the memory foam she reminisced on the past few years.

She remembered how happy she was to have no one sharing this space with her. It got lonely sometimes, but it made her cherish being on her own. So what she only had 2 real friends, one of them being her cousin, she was fine by herself. She talked to a lot of people, and people loved talking to her. Her last name had irony to it and it was not lost on her. But the conversations she had were only ever surface level with them. No one ever really stuck around.

And Chloe was perfectly fine with that.

She got up and walked into the bathroom, making sure everything was in good shape. Once her small check was done Chloe pulled out her phone and took a picture in the mirror smiling. She sends it to her family group chat, and grins as replies start flooding in.

Papa 👑: Theres my pretty girl!!

Brobear 🧸: nerd

Mommy💙: Hi darling! How’s move-in day going?

She’s about to reply to her mother when she hears the door click from downstairs. She goes out to check who entered when she’s met with a head she’d never seen on campus. She knew everyone on campus.

“Excuse me? Who are you?” Chloe called as she walked down the stairs to talk to the girl.

The girl whips her head around and Chloe freezes for a moment. When the girl’s fiery red hair falls to frame her face Chloe knows. She knows this must be the new student because she would have remembered that face. Chloe can’t help it when her eyes start to look over the girl, her amber eyes are glowing as the window lets the sunlight peak through the blinds, her nose ring standing out against her skin. And, God, the lips that start turning upward into a smirk. Chloe’s gaze flicks back up to the girl’s eyes when the lips start moving.

“W-What?”

“I said my name is Red,” Chloe blushes as she chided herself for not paying attention.

“You’re the new student?” She asks the obvious question because her mind is still trying to catch up after seeing the girl. She already knows the answer as Red nods. “And you’re staying here?”

[sugar-omi]

I gots to know how Cove would react to their child being the spitting image of him - hair and all

Fluff, headcanons/drabble, readers gender not mentioned

he's already in ruins because he's very excited but also very nervous to be a dad

so seeing the kid come out with his hair color and his eyes, his heart is aching

there's still features of you in them, maybe their skintone or the kid has your nose or the shape of your eyes, or your hair type/a mixture of both of your hair types n texture

but they look so much like cove that his head spins sometimes because he finds it so surreal, even more so with such similarity

as they grow up.... omfg

he feels like he's looking at himself sometimes and thinks "is this what dad/mom went through...?" when the kid gets into trouble or does something cove did or would've done at that age

your families even say the same

omfg cliff is kinda having war flashbacks if your kid is chaotic or shy or blunt like cove was..

definitely slips up n calls the kid cove

I think you've all done it at least once, it takes awhile to get used to 2 seafoam green heads bouncing around the house

i think it's even more of a hit to his heart if you have a boy too

he sees himself in him n he's already nervous n scared if this is your first kid, so something about his son looking like him makes his heart ache

feels like he has a chance to protect n love his child self

but also I love girl dads bc they look like their heart is swelling bc they're so happy n girl dads just look so happy okay

omfg cove calling his daughter his princess.... stop it rn

takes pride in doing her hair n dressing her up n having tea parties

until she says or does some shit he would've done n then he's like "oh yeah. that's my spawn..."

either way, cove just swells w pride n happiness whenever someone points out your kid looks like him

cries a bit if the kid goes "I look just like daddy!!!"

omg cove n your kid having the same haircut... so him n the kid with long pigtails or the same fringe

yeah it's very surreal to have a little copy of him running around, n he's very happy when someone points it out

also I already know you can't resist the 2 of them giving you those big ol eyes... they control the house honestly

[turtledudeextreme16]

FNAF SB AU

Started writing this. It's basically just the events of Security Breach but if Monty helped Greg instead of Freddy. Not to sure how I'm gonna go with the decommissioning parts (especially Freddy) so idk if I'll change that or not.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one and only, Freddy Fazbear!”

The intercom blasted into Montgomery Gator’s ear, as the speaker was on the wall directly left of him. Monty flinched slightly at the sudden noise but quickly recovered himself. He looked back at the passage behind him, still walking forward. The hallway was dark, although lit up by the neon strip lights.

“You feeling okay Monty?” Freddy Fazbear noticed Monty glancing back.

Monty snapped his head back around to glare at the bear animatronic, “Huh- wha- of course, I’m fine Fazbear.”

Freddy turned back to the front and Monty took his position next to Roxanne Wolf and Freddy, getting himself ready for the performance. He held his bass guitar close to his body, making sure he wasn’t shaking.

If he was being honest, Monty was always nervous for performances. He would never admit it to any of his bandmates, he was supposed to be tough.

Monty looked over to his fellow performers; Chica Chicken, Roxanne Wolf and Freddy Fazbear. Chica tuned her guitar, Freddy checked his microphone was on and Roxy flipped her keytar.

Although subtle, Monty saw Freddy and Roxy exchange a nod before walking again.

The group stepped onto a platform and it started to raise them up.

Monty quickly adjusted his star shaped sunglasses before looking over at Freddy, who looked at him as well.

As the platform rose, Monty glanced up. He was honestly pretty excited for this performance as it was one of the bigger ones that happen each month.

Suddenly, the platform stopped and the band arrived in the atrium, flashing neon lights everywhere. The stage was giant, with rising platforms on each side. The audience was huge, with people going as far back as the ticket booth at the back of the giant room.

80’s rock music filled the atrium, as the band started to play. Monty, although he hated Freddy, gave him a shoulder nudge and Freddy smiled back.

Monty was so happy he could finally play his guitar for someone who really cared. It’s not the same as when he is stuck practising in his room. These people were all here to see him. Him.

Suddenly, the platform that Monty and Roxy were standing on started to rise. Monty smiled and continued to shred his bass. This was his favourite part. Being up where everyone can see you. Knowing you’re taller and higher than all the others. Monty jumped from foot to foot as the screens on the side introduced him to all the people new to the Pizzaplex.

Roxy slammed a foot down as the screens did the same, causing Chica to play her guitar harder for hers. Freddy then threw his microphone into his other hand and, with the free one, made a fist into the air.

The platforms then, to Monty’s dismay, started to lower again. Leaving Monty and Roxy at the same level as the others again. Monty looked over to Freddy and noticed he was just standing on the spot, staring into the audience. All of a sudden, his eye twitched and his whole body moved, as though he flinched. He started glitching and Chica looked at him worrily. Freddy then collapsed on the stage, leading to Chica rushing over to check on him. Everyone in the audience started screaming and filming the event that just occurred. Monty stared in shock when the intercom said, “We apologise for the inconvenience. Please make your way to the front entrance and you will be asked to leave the premises as Freddy and the Gang need to rest up.”

It’s done.

Freddy Fazbear just ruined the biggest show of the month.

Two staff members climbed on stage and started to lead the other three animatronics back to their green rooms, while three staff members rushed over to attend to Freddy. Monty huffed and looked at the ground, annoyed with the ruined performance. As the remaining group walked off, Monty noticed the security guard, Vanessa, patting Roxy and Chica on the back. He thought he saw her slip something into their card hatch on their back but he couldn’t be sure. She walked up to Monty and placed her hand on his back. He growled at her, causing her to move it off. He felt her insert something in his card hatch but thought it was just the song card that she was taking, something every animatronic gets before the shows.

“Oh- Uh, just came to congratulate you on the performance” she glanced over at Freddy, who was still on the ground.

Monty snorted, “Some concert that was. Stupid Fazbutt ruined the whole show.”

For some reason she laughed and then turned and walked away. Monty shook his head and then followed the staff back to his green room.

As soon as the sliding door to Monty’s green room closed behind him, he threw his bass to the ground and screamed. He picked up the nearest object and threw it, causing it to smash. Tears rolled down his snout and he roared. For what felt like forever, Monty was just picking things up and throwing them, even causing a dent in the wall.

“Stupid Fazbear,” Monty said out of breath.

A beeping sound and Monty sighed. Low power. He walked to a room at the back of the green room and stomped towards the charging station located at the back. It was in the spare storage and parts room, only really used for quick maintenance checks before shows. Monty entered the station and closed his eyes, still angry from the recent outburst. He fixed his glasses one last time before plugging the charging cable into the back of his head.

[hijab-described]

[ID: A dress up game thumbnail with two girls in kawaii fashion. The colors are pink, purple, and cyan. They're drawn in chibi style in a faux traditional art style with uneven coloring. /end ID]

Melody Sweetheart Dress Up Game

New game is live! This game was inspired by the question "What would My Melody look like if she was a human girl?" I had lots of fun coming up with possible answers. Now it's your turn to create your own vision ^w^

This is one of my largest games yet, with more than 30 dresses, 10 different hairstyles, and 8 hijab styles - including two niqabs. There's also lots of accessories, bows, handheld items, and even disability aides like canes and walkers. Have fun!

[ID: A full body shot of three girls. Two are the same as in the previous image. One has wavy blonde hair, light skin, and blue eyes. She has pink bunny ears. She wears a pink unicorn shirt, heart-shaped glasses, a purple jacket, and a pink mini skirt with short leggings underneath. She holds a boba tea. The second girl has medium dark skin, dark brown hair in two pigtails, and wears a blue bonnet with flower and bow decorations. She also wears a pink and blue Lolita dress, a bear-shaped handbag, and has bear ears. The third girl has light skin and green eyes. She wears a pink hijab, a feminine pink maxi dress with bunny pattern, and a blue head bow with a heart in its center. She holds a coat hanger with a blue collared shirt. Her blue shoes have pink bows. /end ID]

[astrid-sama]

Labyrinth of white roses

(Effie trinket x fem oc)

Chapter 2)

"Capitol City"

The station is full of journalists from the Capitol City who have come to film the departure of the tributes from the station, I'm happy I didn't cry before. Alexander on the other hand still has red eyes, I feel sorry for him, after all he is still a child; if Elia had been in his place he too would have cried.

The train is incredibly luxurious: the furniture is made of solid mahogany, the tablecloths are silk and the sofas are soft and comfortable.

We each have our own bedroom with attached private bathroom with hot running water, in district twelve we don't have hot water.

Effie told us that we can do whatever we want until dinner time, so I decide to take advantage of all this luxury, I take a long hot shower and I apply a berry scented cream on my body which makes my skin soft and fragrant; I decide to wear my green dress with white flowers again but I change my old boots with a new pair that I found in the wardrobe of my room and finally I tie my hair in a braid like the one Elia had done for me this morning.

Thinking about Elijah makes me sad, it reminds me that if I want to see him again I will be forced to kill; I think I wouldn't feel guilty if I were forced to kill to defend myself but the very idea of ​​having to kill scared children like Alexander makes me feel bad.

I leave my room and start walking towards the carriage where we will have dinner, I was hoping that walking would help me stop thinking but that's not the case.

When I arrive at the restaurant car there is only Effie sitting at the table.

-Darling you arrived right on time, come and sit down-

Effie invites me to sit in front of her and smiles at me.

A few minutes later Alexander and Haymitch also arrive and the Avox begin serving dinner.

As a first course we are served a delicious risotto decorated with wisteria flowers, as a second course we are served a cut of pork accompanied by various vegetables and finally they bring us some cakes filled with what I believe is chocolate.

When dinner is over I feel full like I've never been before and judging by the look of deep subscription on Alexander's face I can tell he feels the same as me.

Before going to sleep Alexander asks Haymitch for advice on how to behave as soon as we arrive in the Capitol, Haymitch replies that he will explain it to us tomorrow if he feels like it then grabs a bottle of whiskey and goes to his room.

I also go to my room and get ready for bed.

When I am woken up in the morning by an Avox I feel very tired due to the lack of sleep due to the constant nightmares I have been having.

After washing I put on a simple light blue dress that I found in the wardrobe and head to breakfast.

When I arrive, everyone is already there: Haymitch is pouring what I think is whiskey into a cup of tea, Effie is eating a pink muffin and Alexander is eating a bit of everything.

-Good morning darling, did you sleep well?-

Effie said smiling at me, "she has a beautiful smile" I think and I can't help but blush.

-I slept very well Effie-

In reality my sleep was downright terrible but Effie doesn't need to know that.

-I'm happy to know, we will arrive at Capitol soon and you will have to be in perfect shape for the tribute parade-

-Speaking of the parade, Haymitch told us yesterday that you would explain to us how to behave-

Haymitch looks away from his tea for the first time since we started eating and, far from happy, answers Alexander.

-Do you want some advice?! Smile, blow kisses to the crowd, make the citizens of the Capitol believe that you love them and that you are honored to be here-

-Do you have any advice regarding the Hunger Games? Should we try to ally ourselves with other tributes? What should we focus on during training? What is the weapon we should learn to use? -

-Girl, you're really trying to win, I like you. To answer your questions: the only solid alliance is that of the favorites but allying with them if you don't come from districts one, two and four is practically impossible unless you prove yourself incredible in training; During training you will need to balance practicing survival techniques with weapons training. Do you have survival skills or experience with weapons? -

-I know medicinal plants, I'm quite agile and I can climb practically anything but I don't think they are very useful skills-

Alexander seems very dejected, he already thinks he's done for. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it reassuringly, he turns to look at me and gives me a small smile.

-I know edible plants, I'm good with throwing knives and I'm really good with a bow I always hit my prey in the eye-

Haymitch hums thoughtfully, I hope it's a good sign.

-We have arrived, we will continue our conversation after the tribute parade in the meantime my first piece of advice is let the stylists do whatever they want with you, they know what they are doing-

Once we got off the train we were accompanied to the tribute preparation center, each tribute was assigned an entire staff with the task of making us beautiful for the parade.

I lie down on a metal surface, they massage my whole body and apply a lotion that makes my skin glow; at a certain point the trainers decide to remove all the hair on my body, when they're done, my body burns.

When I finally finish all the treatments I am taken to a room and told to wait for my stylist to arrive.

After a while a man with dark skin and a thin layer of gold eyeliner over his eye enters; in his hand he holds a garment bag in which I think there is my dress.

Usually for the parade the tributes are dressed to recall their district, for example the tributes from district one are often adorned with jewels; the tributes from district twelve almost always come dressed as miners and unfortunately this doesn't get us many sponsors; other times, however, the stylists decide that the clothes are overrated and leave the tributes practically naked, I remember that a few years ago the tributes of district twelve did not have a dress but had been covered in ash. "I hope I'm not naked"

-Nice to meet you, I'm Cinna your stylist. I decided to make you wear a particular dress that doesn't focus on the miners but on coal and fire-

"Oh no! I'll be naked for sure"

-The idea for your dress came to me when I saw you and the boy from district twelve. I thought about how different you two were, one with red hair and the other with black hair. Looking at you, coal and fire came to mind; you with your black hair will be the coal while the boy with his red hair will be the fire-

He opens the case and takes out a black leather suit. After putting on the pants and leather bodysuit Cinna has me put on some high boots with a small heel. Cinna attaches little pieces of coal to my dress which are covered in a thin layer of red glitter which makes the little pieces of coal look like they are glowing.

When I'm done getting dressed, I apply make-up: a little black eyeshadow with glitter, a red shaded eyeliner and a gloss with glitter.

-Now the final touch-

Cinna placed on my head a beautiful diadem with fiery red rubies.

When I can finally look at myself in the mirror I am left speechless.

"I'm beautiful"

The leather clothes bring out every curve of my body, the makeup makes my eyes appear a deeper blue, and the crown highlights the black of my hair. Without even thinking about it I hug Cinna, thanks to him I will be able to get some sponsors and my chances of winning will increase.

-Thank you Cinna, you are saving me-

When I see Alexander I notice that he is dressed similarly to me, but his crown is black.

Our stylists help us get on the bandwagon and wish us good luck.

Around us, there are the other tributes on their chariots: the tributes of district two wear armor that leaves little to the imagination, the tributes of district seven wear clothes made of leaves, the tributes of district nine wear a dress made of a fabric that resembles corn ears...

One by one the floats begin to advance and the crowd begins to applaud. Our wagon starts to move, I turn to look at Cinna and he motions for me to hold my head high and smile.

When spectators see us they shout our names and throw roses at us; I grab one and after kissing it I throw it back to the crowd and everyone tries to catch it.

"They're fighting about me! They care about that rose because I kissed it."

Continue to blow kisses to the crowd and smile until the parade ends and we are taken back to the preparation center.

Our stylists come to meet us, hug us and congratulate us.

Shortly afterwards Effie and Haymitch arrive and after congratulating us they accompany us to the elevators. Above us is the training center and above it are the living quarters of the tributes and their staff. Each district corresponds to a floor, ours is the twelve.

[earthyaries]

hii!! I’ve seen your style readings and i need help curating my style . I hope your having an amazing day ty in advance❤️

Description:female,5,2 lightskin African American with 3b-c type curly hair and hourglass figure

Hi ! Tysm for purchasing one of my style readings <3 I enjoyed putting this one together for u & I rlly hope u find it helpful !!

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1H - Aries (ASC) + Taurus: Leathers, denims, chunky shoes, & piercings + hydrated skin, glowy makeup, & healthy hair. Combine feminine & masculine style elements to enhance ur beauty while still showcasing ur natal chart’s energy. Take xtra care of ur face, neck, + hair/scalp (as Aries rules the head & face and Taurus rules the neck!). To express ur Aries ASC, wear: hoop earrings, glasses/sunglasses, unisex clothing, outdoor/sportswear, tinted gloss, lashes, &/or a signature haircut/style (even better if it draws attention to ur face!)

2H - Taurus/Gemini: The 2H is all about self esteem, so incorporating the 2H into the way we style ourselves will give us more self confidence. Taurus, ruled by Venus, loves all things luxurious; u may look for high quality fabrics & brand names, and u likely feel more confident when wearing them. Gemini (ruled by Mercury) loves to be stimulated, so u may find that u look & feel ur best when playing w diff shapes, colors, & textures! Keep ur hands groomed- whether it be doing ur own simple mani’s or going for more intricate, fun sets of nails :) Wear rings (Gemini) & necklaces (Taurus) often.

Sun in Virgo (6H): The sun rules over self expression; we can use our sun signs as a tool for fashion, & doing so will bring forth more confidence, as well as make us feel more in tune w our charts. Your sun is in Virgo in the house of Virgo; subtle colors & solid prints are ur best move. Baby blues, pastel pinks, bluish reds, muted purples, greys, soft blacks, pale greens, + ivory. When shopping for new clothes, pay attention to the fit of the piece; for special clothing & events , look into getting ur pieces tailored ! W ur eye for detail, u’ll be sure to notice & appreciate the difference it makes.

Venus in Virgo (6H): Venus rules over personal aesthetics & all things "beauty”. Your Venus is in Virgo in ur 6H, same as ur sun. You’ll feel most like urself when ur look is simple & understated. Instead of applying full glam, opt for a glossy , glowy “clean girl” makeup look. When doing a heavier look, choose either the eyes or lips to embolden (not both!). Wear ur natural hair color & texture and find a few suitable ‘everyday’ hairstyles that u can rotate between.

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Eenie, Meanie

“Come on and pick one, I’m getting impatient.” Kane growled at Fran as they stood in the campus cafeteria looking at the rest of the study body eat, talk and socialize.

“I told you, I don’t want to do this! It’s wrong!” Fran replied, her voice trembling with fear. She couldn't believe what Kane was asking her to do. It was despicable and she didn't want any part of it. She wished her boyfriend had never found that magic book.

“If you don’t pick one of these girls to steal from them I will. Maybe some of your friends.” Kane said sinisterly, his eyes locked on Fran's. She felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that he was capable of doing anything he wanted, she had seen it first hand. He had used the magic from the book to steal the strength from the captain of the football team and the looks of a male model that attended their college. It has made him arrogant and mean and now he wanted Fran his girlfriend to do same.

“No! Ok, I’ll pick one.” Fran replied, scanning around the room full of co-eds before landing on Amber, the meanest girl on campus. If she was going to steal anyone’s beauty, it might as well be the cruelest one she knew. Fran waited for Amber to get up and go to the bathroom and followed her when she did. She had never done anything like this before, and she was terrified.

As Fran got closer to Amber, she could feel Kane's eyes on her, watching her every move. She tried to keep her cool, but her hands were shaking and her mouth was dry. Pushing open the door to the bathroom she found Amber primping herself in the mirror. Fran stood looking at her frozen to the spot.

Amber turned to face Fran, her eyes narrowing. “What’s your problem dork?” she asked, her tone cold and dismissive.

Fran panicked and recited the words Kane had taught her. A bright green light filled the room and Fran could feel the magic at work. However she was suppose to focus on Amber’s beauty to be able to take it but found herself unable to think about anything other than the mean words Amber had said to her.

The words ‘mean’, ‘cruel’, and ‘bitch’ were all she could she think of as the magic worked and starting transferring from Amber to Fran. However it wasn’t beauty that was moving from one girl to the next but instead Fran was absorbing Amber’s bitchy confidence, her spoilt arrogance and her cutthroat attitude. It felt good. In turn Amber was receiving Fran’s meekness, her cowardice and her doormat personality. 

As the green light faded Fran felt better than she had ever felt. She stood up straight with her head tilted up looking down at Amber with new disdain.

“W-what happened? Why do I feel so…” Amber began.

“Weak? Boring? Pathetic? Because you are now! You’re just as useless as I used to be. God it feels so good being mean to you. No wonder you were always a bitch to me.” Fran said with a laugh as she enjoyed how the tables were turned.

“This isn’t right Fran, you need to undo whatever you did, please!” Amber said begging but Fran could care less now.

“No I don’t think I will. In fact now that I don’t have a pesky conscience holding me back, I’d like a few more things from you.” Fran said with an evil grin on her face as she began her spell again.

Kane was starting to suspect Fran had bolted out the bathroom window as he waited outside the door. Just when he was considering barging in when the door swung open and out walked a girl who he thought was Fran at first. She was wearing Fran’s boring clothes and had the same body shape and messy brown hair but something in the face told him it wasn’t her. His suspicions were confirmed when the door opened again soon after and out walked a stunningly beautiful girl.

“Get out the way loser.” Fran said pushing Amber to the ground as she stalked over to an open mouthed Kane. Fran flicked her now impeccably thick and long blonde hair off her now huge boobs that were nearly overflowing from her new outfit, courtesy of Amber. Everything was now courtesy of Amber.

Fran had a confident and dominate stride now, one that was catching the eyes of many in the room, not just Kane but she only had eyes for him as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I’d this what you wanted babe??” She asked with a mischievous grin.

“Wanted and more, Fran!” He said leaning in for a kiss but she deflected his lips to her smooth cheek.

“Ugh don’t call me that, it’s Francesca now. Everyone will know my name soon enough.” She said with mania in her eyes and magic in her veins. Kane sensed that maybe he had made a monster but for now he was only interested in showing her his monster.

[two-baes]

Not that I'm someone who owns dolls so LMAO WHAT SHOULD IT MATTER TO ME?! but, I'm glad to see the refresh doll for Draculaura is cute! :') I look forward to seeing ACTUAL collectors unboxings of her when she drops, lmfao.

The puffy sleeves are, a Choice, but everything else? very cute! :'o Her little bat bento box, and the charm on her backpack are SUCH cute little details.

Man, all draculaura dolls are so dang cute... like she got an absolute banger of an aesthetic. Very spooky-cute/pastel goth.

like they absolutely NAILED it with her g3 doll designs. I don't think there's any I HATE, tho these three are probs my least favorites, and even then it's just minor nit-picky things I don't like.

like with the first one, it's the yellow-green earrings. Lmfao I just, don't like them, I don't think they're necessary to tie the color on the skirt into the whole look, bc she already has it on her under eye makeup (which I think looks fine! It's just a tiny little pop of the color). I think the earrings being purple to match her lipstick would have looked nicer, or even white, since she doesn't really have any white on her head (unless you count the whites of her eyes which, lmao I don't), and I think it'd tie the look together nicely if she did.

for doll #2, it's the bat-shaped holes that go all around the brim of her hat. They look dumb as shit:

lIKE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?? It's so stupid and impractical for a vampire, and it ruins an otherwise cute accessory for the doll to have.

and lastly for doll #3…idk, it's just something about the hair style that I don't fully like about the doll… LOVE the giant bow, thought. I'm a big giant bow fan, lmao. I think restyled hair would, for me, bring the doll up to absolute banger tier with the other 13.

honorable mention to Abbey and Twyla who ALSO got a couple p cute dolls (and gr8 color schemes)… they're some of my other favorite MH dolls, after like every single Draculaura lmao.

aCTUALLY u know what? Monster High gen 3 got a surprising amount of dolls I think look nice???

Cleo has some really pretty dolls... can't go wrong w/ ancient Egyptian aesthetic,

and Lagoona has some dolls that I WANT to like— I think she's colorful and fun, but that I don't bc of the weird dots(I think they're supposed to be scales) on her forehead, I think those are ugly and IDK why her doll has them… she doesn't in the series (tho she seems to in her official art…)

Frankie's another one that's got a fun colorful design.

lmao I think the only g3 characters that don't have aNY doll designs I particularly like are Deuce, Ghoulia, and Toralei…

MAYBE Clawdeen too, but she's another of those 'I wANT to like, but' similar to Lagoona, only my thing w/ Clawdeen is a lot of her outfits are ugly, and I HATE her hair color:

these four Clawdeens are the closest to 'okay, I don't completely HATE these—', but none of them are, imo, good. 1-3 have outfits I kind of like(but I hate all their hair colors), and #4 has the hair color I like most of all the Clawdeen dolls, but I hate her outfit lmfao it's so ugly… I've yet to see a Clawdeen doll with both hair color AND outfit that I like on the same doll.

ALSO, I actually recently was able to finally find somewhere to watch MH, and did so, and I'm happy to report Draculaura is my favorite not JUST aesthetically! Also—pleasantly surprisingly—Cleo is a close second fave… I went in expecting like, 'bitchy popular girl' or s/t from her, but she's a sweetheart, and I love her...(I also think Cleo/Frankie is a bit out of nowhere and she'd be cuter with clawdeen, bUT, that is irrelevant). I actually like all of the mains, tho don't/didn't care much for Toralei, bc SHE was giving the bitchy thing I was expecting from Cleo—but she seems like she gonna get better/have character growth? so that's good and maybe I'll like her more…

[whirligig-girl]

placements of most of mellanoid slime worm OCs that i'm aware of on this chart.

I don't think this was the most effective way to measure slime morphology at least among my OCs (nevermind that, because i'm a lesbian and also a little boring, veeeerrry many of these characters are competing for space in the Girl spot)

For one thing, I wish i had an axis that could make humanoids Weird (like "oh no" weird) without making them pass through a simpler shape at the origin. For another thing, my mellanoid slimes are agender by default, so "girl" would be an offensive descriptor to most of them (and the ones that ARE girls might be offended at me putting them lower on the girl-ohno axis even though, for example, Slamtha (yellow w/ three eyes) is exactly as much of a girl as Guz (green girl, yellow shirt), but Guz's two humanoid parents of three (orange and cyan heads right next to each other) are agender but rank higher. (The red snake-worm is her third parent), and Twizzle Bajeeziz (red face, fuzzy soapy beard) is a boy and not a girl. (Though a part of that is just because i couldn't get every character in their spot and still be a legible character image--probably Slamtha should be higher up and the parents lower down)

I also had to interpret "cube" as "geometric/angular." Slamtha's features are more angular than Guz so she's more cube than her. Though there is of course an actual cube slime there.

The purple slimes are mostly @raydrawsdaly's. The purple monster and whale are both Nexus, as is the kinda pissed off six-eyed woman in the girl section, and the more confused one to the upper left of her. The tiny figures in front of the confused one are Nexus' parent Oghu and sibling Oihre. The sketch of the more feminine one (there's a mermaid tail hidden somewhere in there also) is an alt universe version of Nexus called Utut, who did not become an evil space goddex and instead became like a more or less normal starfleet scientist--but they have the same headmates and thus alternate presentations as Nexus does.

The blue one to the right of Guz is T'oumii Ela'as by James @uss-feynman and is a he/any butch.

The indigo one in the "glob" section is Laqus T. Raen by @uss-sonder and is agender.

Directly below them is James' doodle of a friend of T'oumii's.

The blue and purple ones that are CGI renders are Murf, from Star Trek: Prodigy, the sole example of a canon mellanoid slime worm.

The orange and cyan one is Shmoorp Gacklgleb by @msasterisk.

The silver one in the mess of girls is Visca Limax, character of @something-boring. Another woman that should be higher on the girl mess, like Slamtha, but who has slightly weird anatomy (extra arm, prehensile hair) so has to place lower to indicate that.

Basically i think it's a lot easier to interpret my version of the chart if instead of "girl" it's "humanoid," and we take the actual gender out of the equation... and also if you basically collapse almost everything in the girlmess into a single point. The more I look at the chart the more I'm questioning my decisions--like, Nexus/Utut's design is more detailed than Guz's, so does that mean that they should swap positions on the X axis? Maybe I only ranked Guz closer to the middle because she's my favorite character and I'm biased--but if I keep nitpicking my own chart I'll be up all night.

Despite the weirdness, this was still helpful because it gives me a general idea of what kinds of character designs remain to be done. There's some wide open gaps that are rife with potential character creation.

having a discussion ab slime gender presentation i will return with my findings soon

[nightinjapan]

~Praise~

"AhHh..!~, hAaah..!~" he thrusts harder "y-you're such a good girl..~ n-nnhh~ can't- get enough of you..!~" Its been a long day but Izuku came home and felt you had a type of doubt so he wanted to let you know you're perfect even after a hard day and a half of kicking ass. If his wife was in need then like hell he was there for you. "NGH..!~" tears leave your eyes as you moan louder "'M- ALWAYS Y-OUR GOOD GIRL..!~ A-ALWAYS WANNA BE- AH..!!~ YOUR GOOD GIRL..!!~" you were barely in reality with how deep he was inside of you hitting your gspot in just the way that was sure to have your head hanging back, tongue lolling out. "G-gonna c-cum..!~ haahh..!~ I love you s-so much!~" his thrusts became more sloppy as he caressed your cheek tenderly "p-please look at me w-when you cum, p-puppyy..!~" that request having you flustered as hell. That being a lot for you, you let out a whine and pant "B-BUT- nnnhG..!~ I-I-ZU..!!~" your embarrassment takes over you but you lowkey build confidence to do it. "You're s-so beautiful.. p-please..!~ a-ahhh!~ e-everything about you 'S So perfect..!!~" he pants tilting her head up towards him " 'M Cumming!!~" he finally released his load inside her making sure she sees what she does to him. The desperate, lustful look in his once innocent eyes, the sweat from their active movements, the saliva from his mouth, everything. "L-look at me.. see what you do to me, love..?" He pants. You see him. You fell for his trick by telling you to look it was just a sneaky way of him asking you to look at him while you reached your high again but this time he flipped it. Win win. And he looks so hot to the point you lost it clinching around him as you went over the edge with him "MM-Z-K-HAAAAH..!!!~ your eyes almost closing but you grip onto him tight and looks back at him with all you have in you whining and moaning loudly. So cute and gorgeous for him you are. "Never.. insult yourself.. like that again.." he collapsed onto you chest completely exhausted but awake enough to give you comforting kisses. Your husbands heart beating a mile a minute. "Izuku..." you whisper out of breath and just as tired as him "was...was I good for you...?" you ask softly "O-of course you were.. you always are.. even just doing daily tasks.. you are enough" he says tiredly running his fingers through your hair You cuddle him "...I wish I-I had the same confidence as you..." He shifts so that you lay beside him not pulling out "I wasn't always as confident as I am.. sometimes I break down too.. often actually" he mumbles "Its only human of you I could understand..." you whine and wiggle around wanting him to hold you He wrapped his strong arms around your body pulling you in closer "you're funny.." he says playfully kissing your head softly you trace shapes along his battle scares "...so strong..." it makes him let out a tiny whine from not being a fan of those scares as he turns back into that "innocent" baby faced green haired boy. You giggles softly "What's that you told me before..?" He listens to you letting out a low hum in confusion "You're perfect..." he smiles softly chuckling at the way you uno reversed him. After you say your 'I love you's you both fall asleep in the sheets that your loves on. Who cares you guys'll get it in the morning.

[pepprs]

haven’t done these in a long while bc i stopped playing wobbledogs for like a month and a half but here are some of my favorite dogs i made this weekend!

this is suzie (brown body and yellow / pink head) and nip (yellow body and green heads) and they are besties who are also in love! suzie turned pink in adulthood bc she is blushing hehe :D suzie is descended from cub (a dog in one of my last posts) and idk who nip came from but i love him. one time suzie was flipped upside down on her back like a turtle and nip came over to try to turn her right side up again! they stuck very very close together all thru their lives which was very cute bc ive never seen dogs bond like that before!

this is ralphy and he is perpetually angry (antagonistic, unpettable, and food averse 😍👍). i forget what it was exactly that pissed him off (i think he like tripped over a piece of food or something as a puppy?) but he was angry literally for the rest of his life and nothing i did calmed him down. i tried praising him, scolding him, giving him toys, making him do commands, making him watch tv, mutating him, putting him in a zero gravity room… nothing. i ended up just storing him bc he was starting to make ME angry but i do appreciate his determination lol

this is shnitzel and as you can see they lived a very hard life. i don’t have any good pics of them unglitched but they were stuck in this deeply disturbing fold for much of their life bc they had two heads that were way bigger than their body which was a lot shorter and smaller than them. i ended up storing them and then bringing them out into a zero gravity room so that they would never glitch again but sadly they lived the rest of their life in isolation 😞

this is oinge!! i just really like how it looks hehe… its biggest accomplishment in life was being a very good digger after a lot of dogs who just didn’t care abt digging at all — it created some dens and also unearthed some seeds and toys!

this is chug jug (named while i was singing chug jug with you w the background music of the game while creating him lol). chug jug was pretty normal throughout his youth but when he became an adult his final mutation included becoming a deeply cursed and depraved individual. his head kept twisting on his neck (see pictured). he kept deliberately walking into walls. and worst of all… i opened the game to see him appearing to h*mp another dog. SICK and twisted.

MEET VICTORY ROYALE (who i mentioned previously bc IT WAS BC OF THEM that i got the one winged angel achievement thereby beating the game!!!!)! i also named them while singing chug jug with you and just casually trying to create a ratboy genius looking dog for the hell of it without attempting to get that achievement and when i saw victory royale my jaw genuinely dropped. fun fact they actually DO have two wings but both of them are on the same side (bc they have the double wings mutation) which is rly cool bc i was wondering if dogs like that still give u the achievement and it turns out to be true! victory royale didn’t have a very notable life but they started a trend and im excited to see their future descendants :~D

say hi to queeky!!! they’re my first dog w unsynced ears and i find them so endearing. i liked her coloring in her youth better (she was brown with a darker green body) but the magenta looks cool on them too! i wish i could add more pics on mobile i got such a cool photo from when she was a puppy of their double tail wrapped around their body w one tail on either side

AND FINALLY…. THE GIRL EVER…. MEET FAIRYBREAD!!!!! i am OBSESSED w this girl though i do wish her eyes had been a different shape and her colors hadn’t gotten so saturated as an adult… oh well. she is very cool and i love her :~D

[sunfish-studies]

Sour

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none, just fluff and jealousy.

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

[Re-Post]

↷ SUMMARY ↶

They didn’t need to fight anyone for your attention–however, it seemed that they need to re-evaluate the statement if you’re around simpletons from another team.

Yes, there’s no manager better than you–Seijoh could say this with utmost pride. You scored yet another practice camp but this time with another school group. Apparently, a friend of your father from Tokyo, who’s a coach for a high school volley team called and asked if you want to participate in a practice camp.

“Now, thanks to your manager, we managed to get another practice camp and this time it’s in Tokyo,” Coach Irihata announced, which made the team blinked. “The details will be explained by your manager.”

“Nekomata-sensei, Nekoma’s coach, invited us to join in the Fukurodani Academy Group training camp.” You began. “So, there will be around four schools who participate in this–Nekoma High School, Fukurodani Academy, Shinzen High School, and Ubugawa High School. And you guys need to hear another exciting news,”

You grinned. “Apparently, he also invited Karasuno High School!”

That’s the prologue of the whole event and another future problem befallen to the team.

“Hey, hey, hey! Did you see my straight, [Name]-chan!? It’s awesome right!?”

“It sure did, Bokuto-san.”

“W-what about my feint!?”

“It’s amazing too, Shoyo-kun.”

Cue to series of stuttered thank you and a loud series of laugh booming in the gym.

You weren’t a type of person who blatantly ignore someone, especially when it was harmless–which was the reason why you were quick to be surrounded by a bunch of simpletons who were strive for praises. Before was Hinata and Kageyama, and now another two has arrived as soon as they joined the training camp.

Much worse? You indulged their antics and even called them cute. Them? Stealing your attention could be called cute? No.

Well, now that they thought about it–you’ve been stealing attentions when you stepped into the building.

“Woow! You’re super tall! Are you really a manager!?” Fukurodani’s enthusiastic captain jumped in, standing right in front of you. Maybe it’s because he never saw someone like you and this would be the first time he did.

“Bokuto-san, you’re being rude.” Their setter, Akaashi, immediately interjected. “I’m sorry, sometimes he couldn’t control himself.”

“And you’re way taller than Yaku-san! Look Yaku-san she’s taller than you!” a huge mixed foreigner with over 6 foot tall also joined in with the same enthusiasm–and earning a kick on the back from Nekoma’s libero, Yaku.

“LEV! Stop bothering other people!”

“A-another beautiful lady manager!!” A guy with mohawk cut screamed, his eyes filled with tears.

“Yamamoto, shut up!!”

That sums about what would happen for the next few days–total chaos. That and the fact you flaunted over Kageyama almost constantly was also rather tick them off.

“Tobio-kun, you’re in good shape today! The setter dump you did was amazing! It caught me off guard!”

“T-thank you!”

Oikawa grumbled, tightening his grip on his drinking bottle in frustration. He then turned to look at their coach and pointed out the irritating display of relationship. “Coach, do something about that!”

“What? Why?” Coach Irihata rose an eyebrow, not getting what he meant. “She always did her job taking notes, brief you, and prioritizing at taking care of you. She did that after she’s finished with her job, I have no complains.”

“But coach!” the brunette whined.

“I have to say it’s quite pissing me off for some reason,” Hanamaki commented, frowning slightly at how you strive on a comfortable conversation with Kageyama.

Most of them knew the kind of relationship you’re in–Kageyama’s safe place is you since you’re the one who sticked to him since middle school even through his lowest moment as the King of the Court. Meanwhile, you never forget Kageyama after graduated, keeping close contact with him even frequently have an outing with him during break.

Still, they couldn’t swallow down the green monster called jealousy to surfaced.

“No wonder I always feel frustrated,” Kindaichi muttered underneath his breath.

“Right?” Yahaba remarked. “I know senpai is kind, but still-!”

Iwaizumi couldn’t help but sighed over his team member’s own weirdness and Matsukawa decided to pat his back in consolation. The brunette glanced at Kyotani (who looked done with Oikawa and Yahaba), Kunimi (who pouted but still keep silent), and finally Watari (who didn’t know what to say). At least there were some people who’s still sane.

But there were times Iwaizumi himself getting pissed off–no, not because [Name] had her attention elsewhere. It’s because every time he felt there’s something he needed, there’s always someone who’s interrupting.

When it’s break time, Iwaizumi decided it would be the best choice to tape his fingers because he jammed them a little while blocking Bokuto’s spike. The sheer power was impressive. Approaching their manager, he said, “[Name], I need help in taping my fingers-“

“Hey, [Name]-chan!!” Fukurodani’s captain cut him off with his loud greeting (and since when he’s on first name basis anyway?). “Are my spikes amazing today!? What do you think!? It’s amazing right? Right!?”

With the tape in hand, you turned your head to face him and smiled at his eagerness. “They’re all amazing, Bokuto-san. Especially the line shot you did, it’s intense!”

“RIGHT!?” there went his boisterous laugh.

“Is it comfortable enough?” you asked Iwaizumi as he flexed his fingers–checking it briefly.

He hummed. “Maybe a little tighter-“

“[Name]-senpai! Please tape my fingers too!” Iwaizumi felt his eyebrow twitched from the second interruption he received. Lev was jogging towards them with his own tape in hand.

“Sure, Haiba-kun,” you easily agreed. “Wait until Hajime’s turn is done, okay? Hajime, what about now?”

“It’s good. When should I get this off-“

“[Name]-senpai!! Can you help me with the receives!?” this time it was Hinata and Iwaizumi just wanted to bang his head to the nearest wall.

[full-tiltboogiearc]

Once again the bathroom looks as if it's a murder scene.

Hunched over the toilet, Soleil works on purging her meal, the rotten taste of it unbearable in her mouth and in even worse shape in her stomach. Guts and other chunks land in the water, all of it a murky green-brown with traces of red. Not that the girl can see it anyway; her eyes are closed, her stomach and throat working overtime to get rid of it all that she pops blood vessels where she typically places shimmery makeup. One hand is holding her hair behind her head and the other is gripping the ceramic toilet, scared that if she's not holding onto something she'll sink into the tile and disappear for good.

A few minutes later, she's done.

Breathing deeply, she collapses onto her butt, sliding backward until she feels the cool tub against her back. All the while, Cricket is soothing her—likely watching in horror. It's been a while since Soleil has looked at the other girl; quite frankly, she forgot she existed.

Finally, Soleil meets her gaze. Tears are welling up at the brims, and not just because it physically hurts to have thrown up so much, but she's also coming to terms with what just happened—and at the same time, still wholly discombobulated.

The animal blood on her face has dried up. She swallows, mouth sour. She musters up words, shivering. "W-what's happenin' to me, Crick? I'm. I'm scared."

"god only knows," cricket answers. she doesn't want to think about how soleil had captured the rodent, how much of its innards she'd digested, just the thought of it makes cricket sick to the stomach. she leans over to open the window, and throw the carcass out into the yard. let it return to nature. let it rot. it's all it's good for now-- even if soleil had thought it'd make a good dinner.

cricket wipes her bloody hands on her skirt-- but soleil is much worse off. she'll need a bath, or at least a wet rag, to clean all the viscera off her face and hands. not to mention the stench, of that festering animal, putrid and sticking to everything in the room like glue.

it's almost enough to make cricket lose her lunch-- but she swallows the bile back down her throat as it rises. if she pukes, soleil will too, and the last thing she wants to see is chewed up possum all over the floor. (she knows she'll be the one to have to clean it up.)

"let's get you to the bathroom," she says, her voice soft, gentle. trying to be soothing as the younger woman is frantic and gasping. "we'll get you cleaned up and it'll be like this never happened."

[hansolmates]

shiver | 01 (m)

banner done by the wonderful @dnrequests​

summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: touching over the clothes, mc is hornee, *pulls out cards against humanity* “a gentle caress of the inner thigh”, panty kissin, mc is a big ol’ pushover and hopeful for jkk:(( w/c; 1.9k a/n; it’s here! aaaaaa!!! i’ve been really eally realllyyyyyy nervous to post this. even though this is just a drabble series  let me know how you feel about it! enjoy [shiver masterpost]

“Oh, you’re so dead.” 

Jeon Jungkook isn’t thaaaat buff, he's more of a skinny kind of muscular. You don’t understand the hype, why everyone croons over Jungkook’s strength and physique. However, how else could you explain Jungkook being able to climb the currently dilapidated fire escape to the top floor of the chapel. The ladder is rusted beyond repair and is definitely a fire hazard rather than a fire escape. Yet he barely breaks a sweat doing it, and he wipes the minor sheen off his brow with the back of his hand. There’s some soot and whatever nasty residue from the fire escape that gets on his face, a black streak marring his already annoying face. He’s currently wiggling his fingers in a sarcastic “hello.” It makes you sneer, your two consciousness (inappropriate and appropriate) warring against each other to determine whether you still find this man attractive or not. 

Convincing yourself that Jungkook is ugly is the worst quick-fix idea you’ve ever had. 

The words of your Aunties, the family friends in the church, echo in your ears. Jungkook’s bad. They’d say over and over. It would cause you to snort and giggle, unable to imagine what sort of things he’s done to warrant such a cliché label. Yet some of the girls your age, girls that have gone off to college agree with sultry looks and longing eyes that yes, Jungkook’s bad. So bad, it’s good. 

You haven’t a clue what he’s actually done to earn such a hushed title, his parents are lip-tight about his doings, unless it’s his achievements in the architecture graduate program. You hear things, though. Things that make you shamefully green with envy, envious of sin. 

As soon as he finds proper footing in the storage room, he goes to the closet, immediately finding his backup clothes. They’re plain white button-downs, awkward long shirts with no shape or definition to them. They belong to the church, and no one ever uses them because they’re stiff and itchy. Yet Jungkook wears them like it’s tailored, and you have to look away when he quickly knots the bottom half of the shirt, fashioning it into a tasteful double knot in order to cinch his lean waist.

“Pretty sure it was just you that saw me,” Jungkook says dismissively, “so it’s fine.” 

This bristles you the wrong way, and you put down the catering covers you were supposed to return to the storage room. You smooth out your Sunday dress, this shade of Boring Beige looking particularly pale in the morning sun. “How do you know I won’t tell?” you turn your nose up. 

“Because I know,” he doesn’t even look at you, focusing on rolling the sleeves of his shirt. You weaken when you see the black shadowing across his forearm. That’s new, then again you haven’t seen him since last Christmas.   

“Know what?” 

“That you have a crush on me,” Jungkook says into the air like it’s common knowledge, adjusting the leather jacket on top of his outfit so the white-startched collar pops on top, “I mean, it’s hard for anyone not to know. You’ve been into me since youth group, Bunny.”  

You hold your breath, counting to ten as you close the door behind you. A vision of you playing “Duck Duck Goose” as a five year old plays in your head, where you’d pick a bushy, big-eyed Jeon Jungkook each time, hopping over to him to pat his fluffy head so he’d chase you around. 

It’s old news, your puppy love for Jungkook. How could you not like him? He's clever and sweet with his mother and always told the best stories in youth group meetings.  Everyone thought your affections were so sweet, and while that attention weaned over time, your feelings have only increased the more self-aware you’ve become. 

With a mind as open and honest is yours, it’s hard to ignore how well Jungkook has grown. What has also grown is your curiosities since the two of you have moved onto university. Jungkook goes to the university uptown, a far drive which only forces him attend masses during the holidays. You attended the local community college, wrapping up a bachelors in some vague major that you’re not attached to. You’re currently looking around for some graduate schools, but unfortunately you’ve been so wrapped up doing duties for Pastor Nina that you haven’t been able to look around properly. 

Jungkook’s probably living a fun life, with the way he’s grown rough and loose, you resent him. 

When you turn back around, Jungkook’s right in front of you, trapping you between his body and the door.  

“Don’t be embarrassed, Bunny,” you furrow your brows, nearly growing cross-eyed when he leans in. “I think your crush is cute.” 

You’re not sure what he thinks of you. Sure, he considered everyone a friend when you two were in youth group, but that was youth group. Premeditated, parents forcing other children to do the same things with each other for years upon years in the hope they’ll practice together forever and ever. Jungkook did not want that, evident from the way he dipped his duties as soon as he got into university. 

You hate how easy he dips back into it though, calling you Bunny and making you feel like a little girl all over again. Bunny, because you’d hop around to him whenever he was in sight. Bunny, because Jungkook had been fondly compared to the wide-eyed, diamond-toothed creature. It was cute when you were five. Now, it’s just discomfiting. 

“Don’t call me that,” you bite, “and I don’t like you anymore.” 

“Sure you don’t,” he rolls his eyes, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand rests on the curve of your waist, fingers slotting themselves between the pleats of your skirt. “That’s why you’re not moving away when I’m about to put my hand under your skirt. Because you don’t like me.” 

You press yourself further into the door, your skin hot and vibrating. So warm, you feel like you could melt through the door and escape from Jungkook’s gaze. Sure, the young ladies in the congregation talk. Maybe you’ve heard a story or two about Jungkook being seedy, a result of being repressed after years and years of stiff routines and expectations thrust upon him. You could care less about Jungkook’s sexual appetite, until this appetite has reached you. 

“Mm, you’re pretty,” Jungkook’s eyes roam your form, the daisy white blouse doing nothing to barricade Jungkook’s sudden interest in you, “you’ve never been touched like this, have you?” 

“I’ve touched myself like this,” you hiss in defense, and it’s more out of anger than in pleasure. You don’t need a man to comfort you, but Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in mirth at the new information. 

“That’s really sexy,” Jungkook slips down, roams his fingers down to your ankles and plays with the silver buckles of your Mary Janes. You shiver when his hands trail up up up to your knees, the swell of your thighs, and catch right under the elastic seam that holds your secrets together, “but I’ll have you know, it’s different when you have someone hold your pleasure in their hands.” 

You’re in the storage room of your church, fifteen minutes before the Christmas mass, with Jeon Jungkook’s head between your legs. Your skirt is long, and Jungkook doesn’t bother to ride it up your waist. 

It feels more forbidden that way, Jungkook hiding under the fabric of your skirt to get to your honeyed center, sneaking his way in with rough hands and soft touches.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper, pressing your full spine against the wooden door, “we shouldn’t. N-not like this.”

What is wrong with you? Is it sheer curiosity? Do you just want to know what it finally, finally feels like? You should be pushing him away. There’s red lights flashing back and forth in your brain like sirens. Yet, do you really want to turn away the attention you’ve been aching for years? 

You imagined your first time to be relatively special. The bare minimum, a bed, a talk, and a partner you’re mutually committed to. None of those things are met. Now you understand why all the young women in church whisper about sex like this. It’s a spur of the moment, it’s an unbridled pleasure you don’t want to stop, no matter how forbidden and sinful the act is.  

“How else then?” you feel his deep voice straight through your panties, his lips whispering between the pink cotton like he’s sinking liquid heat into your skin. “I can’t sink my fingers into your sweet cunt during the candle lighting. Or when we open presents with the family after. That would be inappropriate.” 

Your replies come out in breaths, puffs of air that conceal the moans you so badly want to let out as Jungkook pokes and rubs at you. He does nothing beyond the cotton fabric, only slides two fingers up and down your slit as he gathers the arousal between his digits. 

“So wet already, that’s so sexy,” he’s kissing your core, and you sigh fretfully at the pleasure that feels so close yet so far away. 

“P-please, Jungkook…” 

“Please what?” Jungkook teases, fingers slipping back and forth between the elastic of your underwear, “please stop? Please touch me? Please fuck me?” 

The church bell answers that, and Jungkook’s nose knocks right into your bud at the sudden intrusion. You yelp at the jarring stimulation, pulling him from under your skirts as the loud noise echoes in the room. Both of you wince at the pain, the moment interjected. 

“You first,” Jungkook casually opens the door for you, as if he didn’t have you ten seconds away from begging him to make you come. 

You don’t even look at him as you dash away, not bothering to take the elevator in favor of running off the heat. Two minutes before the procession. The church is packed to the brim, only the back seats left. Your family probably gave up on waiting for you up in the front. As you sit down in the corner, you’re momentarily distracted by the beauty of a decorated church on Christmas. Even though you’re part of the decorating committee and commanded most of the design, seeing the stained glass lit up with fairy lights and the poinsettia plants blooming burgundy on the altar, you’re impressed. 

“There’s a draft here, you must be cold.” Jungkook talks to you so politely, a perfect picture of a gentleman as he drapes his leather jacket over your lap. He speaks as if it’s a pleasant surprise, a childhood friend he hasn’t seen in nearly a year. 

You can’t tell him to move when people are watching and Jungkook is seconds from interrupting the procession, so you reluctantly scoot over so he can sit next to you. His scent overwhelms you even more now that you’ll have to sit next to him for a whole hour, lavender and vanilla overtaking your pew. 

The jacket is heavy and heady on your lap, and you force yourself to stare straight ahead. Jungkook cannot weaken you like this, not anymore. 

Thirty minutes later, his fingers are hovering at the start of the homily, caressing your thighs under the jacket with his big hands. A draft? Please. You clamp your thighs together, knocking your knees and hoping they’d lock together for the rest of the mass. Jungkook’s a master key, easily parting his way as if your muscles are pure jelly. You turn your head sharply, glaring at him with all the fire in the world. 

“Careful,” Jungkook mouths, eyes flickering to the symbol atop the podium, “he’s watching.” 

His fingers finally brush the damp blush cotton of your panties, and you shudder.