#princessbrunette

[riverwalsh]

nicole my love !

where do you stand on brat tamer!frank …… would he be quick to react? grabbing your jaw after you give him attitude, raising his eyebrows at you with a warning “watch the mouth, yeah?” in that thick raspy voice? or is he rubbing a warm hand in circles on your lower back, quietly muttering a “don’t gotta act out for attention, baby.” i need 2 knooooow 🤗

— princessbrunette ♡

an; thank u for the request princess, sorry it took so long but i love u dearly 🤍 i always seem to take your requests in a little crazy direction so just bear with me (also note to everyone please ignore the verb tense changing like halfway through it turned into something of a drabble and i don’t feel like fixing it. so enjoy.)

cw; female!reader, mentions of blood/violence, cockwarming. that’s about it.

18+ only mdni

i think frank would be pretty good at reading you. he knows what makes you itch; like when he leaves his boots, carelessly splattered with the blood of a lowlife (or three) that will surely be named in tomorrow morning’s newspaper, strewn haphazardly on the living room floor for you to trip over when you get home. or, when you ask him about said lowlife(s) and he brushes you off, mumbling something about how it doesn’t matter anyways, and they got what was coming to them, before disappearing for the third night that week. it makes you feel so goddamn lonely.

it was these things, among others of course. sometimes frank castle was just so goddamn stubborn it made your skin crawl.

buuuut, frank also knows what makes you feel better. knows how to handle you when you start letting your irritation show. he’d just accept your little quips and snide remarks for a while. let you take out just a little bit your pent up frustration out on him—i mean, he kinda deserves it sometimes, right? he knows this, you know this. and yet, he knew exactly when to make it right.

“fuck you, frank,” you muttered as you frantically pulled your shoes on, already late for work. everything had already gone wrong for you that morning—your first alarm didn’t go off, your shower was lukewarm at best, and you burnt your last bagel. and now, as you were ready to leave, frank suddenly decided he wanted to talk.

“whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.” his tone was firm, a hand coming out as if in warning. as annoyed as you got, you hardly ever swore at frank. “what’s wrong with you?”

there he is.

“what’s wrong with me?” you asked incredulously, grabbing your keys off the hook. “wha- what’s wrong with you?! you’re fucking gone almost every night this week, i’m getting calls from karen practically every five minutes-”

“she’s just-“

“don’t you fucking dare play dumb like you didn’t ask her to check in on me,” you cut him off quickly, pointing an accusing finger at him. you knew how you were being but you couldn’t help it at this point. “i can handle myself, frank. maybe if you just told me what the fuck was going on i could just-”

“you could just what? hm?” his voice was quiet, but commanding. his arms crossed in front of him as he postured intimidatingly toward you, eyebrows raised in a silent challenge to keep talking. your mouth snapped shut immediately, heart jumping as you lowered your hand that was still hovering mid-air.

you swallowed thickly, putting your keys into your bag with less of a rush, suddenly more careful of your movements. he watched you thoughtfully for a moment, before slowly making his way toward you, boots heavy as they met the hardwood below. you could do nothing but stare at him as he came closer, irritation suddenly the furthest thing from your mind.

“you, uh…” he paused, not for lack of words but simply dramatics. “you think you’re pretty tough, that right?”

“i never said that,” you replied quickly, shaking your head and averting your gaze. his hand was quick to grab your chin, forcing your head up to look him in the eye.

“‘i can handle myself.’ ain’t that what you just said?” his voice was low and rough, like he’d just swallowed sandpaper. your breath came out trembling, and when you didn’t answer fast enough for his liking, his grip grew tighter, rattling you a bit. “you answer me when i’m talkin’ to you, girl.”

“y-yes, that’s what i said,” you answered, voice wavering slightly. his gaze was piercing, eyes searching yours for a moment before releasing his grip, leaving you stumbling backwards into the front door.

“everything i do is for you,” he starts, adam's apple bobbing as he reaches out to place a more gentle hand on your arm, thumb rubbing your skin in soft circles. his eyes are still ablaze, and the dissonance makes you shiver. “everything, everything i fuckin’ do out there is to make sure none of my shit makes it back home to you, you got that? i’m not gonna let anyone lay a finger on you.” you find yourself nodding, mindlessly, letting his words soothe the irritation that had built up inside you. his calloused fingers find their way back to your face and he rubs his thumb across the plush of your lower lip, gauging the intensifying rise and fall of your chest.

he knows you. he knows what you need.

he nods almost curtly in understanding, letting his touch linger a bit longer just to feel the warmth of your shaking breath. “now you watch your goddamn language when you’re speakin’ to me, sweetheart. go on.” he jerked his head toward the door before turning around and heading for the kitchen without so much as another glance in your direction. “you’re gonna be late.”

you were in fact a few minutes late to work, but you were exactly on time getting home, that’s for sure. maybe even a few minutes earlier than usual.

and frank was waiting for you, of course he was. it was barely five minutes from walking through the door before he had you completely stripped, sitting obediently still in his lap as you wept into his shoulder.

“easy,” he cooed, squeezing your hips to keep you from rocking too much. “you quit all that cryin’ and start talking.”

your tears darkened his shirt as you clung to him helplessly, stuffed full of his thick cock and intoxicated by his voice.

“i-i just wan’you to talk to me, frank,” you cried, grasping weakly for purchase on his shoulders. “you get so distant and push me away…but i just wanna be helpful to you.” your voice was quiet and almost conspiratorial where you whispered into his neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses into his warm skin. “i just-

“hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, grabbing your neck to pull you back and look into his darkened eyes. his voice was rough with restraint—it was nothing short of a miracle he was holding it together, what with you clenching around him desperately with every breath. “none of that. you wanna know how you can help me?”

you nodded fervently.

“by stayin’ your ass right fuckin’ here,” he grit, eliciting a pathetic moan from you as he drew you in impossibly closer. “by wakin’ up in the mornin’ and goin’ to work like you have been. by doin’ what i say, when i say it. by trustin’ that everything i do out there is for you, it’s for you.” he punctuated his words with a press to your lower back, guiding you to roll your hips against him slowly. “that’s how you can help me. you got that?”

“yes, frank, yes, yes,” you whined, letting his words placate you as you began to move against him with more eagerness. “i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry-”

“shh, shh, shh, you don’t apologize,” he soothed, his voice strained, blunt nails digging crescents into your plush skin. “you don’t apologize to me, girl, you just take what you need baby, you take it from me, yeah? you take it and then we can talk, baby, just fuckin’- oh, fuck- you just take it-”

-

so yeah, frank knows how to handle you and your bratty attitude just fine.

[supershybambi]

how I think @princessbrunette reader’s would do their makeup!

Puppy reader: makeup was never her forte so she doesn’t wear much. She views it as too much hassle in the morning but she adores the full face girlies and will always complement them.

Product/placement analysis: she uses the same tint for bothe her blush and lips, she has the the telescopic mascara but she only wears it for special occasions but she always forgets to take it off at the end of the night.

Bunny reader: now this. this is a fully coverage AND high end makeup girl. Her base must be flawless and her lips must shine so bright that you can see her a mile away. Rafe funds majority of her makeup habits and Sephora trips.

Product/placement analysis: she has the milk hydro grip primer, she’s uses the nars light reflecting foundation, too faced born this way concealer that she does the 2016 under the eyes, chin, and forehead triangle method with, she skips contour and goes straight to blush which she’s uses the onesize blush trio in the shade cheek clapper, when it comes to highlight she uses the Dior backstage palette, she normally wears falsies, finally she sets her face with the huda beauty powder in the shade cherry blossom (she only got it cuz it was pink and cute)

Kitty reader: a medium coverage girlie through and through. She doesn’t pay too much attention to her base because her eyeliner and eyeshadow usually take over the show. She also def has a little pouch in her purse for touchups.

product/placement analysis: L’Oréal infallible 24 hour wear foundation, elf hydrating camo concealer that she places under her eyes with one swipe closer to the middle and another on the outer corners, physicians formula bronzer, covergirl true blend blush in shade temptation or sweet subduction that she focuses extremely high on her cheekbones, revlon colorstay eyeshadow quad in shade siren which she focus the sliver shade in her inner corners and the middle of her eyelid and then she takes the blacks shade everywhere else and tightlines her waterline with it, and she sets her whole face with the maybelline fit me pressed powder. Falsies are usually her go to for lashes or nothing at all. (her and jj def didn’t ’borrow’ half of this stuff from the store.)

deer reader: I don’t think her makeup is ever really heavy. She’s def a skin tint/concealer, highlight, blush, and maybe mascara kinda girl. She does have a ton of lip tints tho, that’s something she’ll never be seen without.

product/ placement analysis: elf halo glow (she only uses that for dates with pope) nyx bare with me or la pro girl concealer that she focuses under her eyes and nose bridge, essence pure nude highlighter that she focuses on the tip of her nose and inner eye corners, her blush is what tint she put on her lips, and lastly she’s uses the maybelline sky high mascara.

[hanasnx]

i wanna be friends w the pogues so bad n call jj dad everytime i go round to the chateau to hang out and at first hes like aw :) but now im giving him the fuck me eyes and he’s like aww?? ????

— princess ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

him thinking its some term of endearment where you come from. tries to justify it like how some people refer to everyone as "babe." he tries not to overthink it enough to ask you what it's about. surely its not a stand-in for "daddy" right? that'd be weird, right?? but, alarmingly, he doesn't think of it as weird. he lets you call him dad and he answers to it, gets used to it. but at that point where you and him have a moment alone and you're close to each other and you look up at him with those eyes he knows so well sayin something like "sorry, dad, didn't mean it," he's instantly thinking about boning you. like he feels fuckin ravenous. biting down onto his lips, nostrils flaring as he soaks in a breath maintaining that captivating eye contact. youre swaying your body all flirty, loose with it, waiting for him to make a move. he prolly makes a joke about "not being able to pay child support if he knocks you up saying shit like that"

[doeyedbambi]

how i imagine myself as @princessbrunette deer!reader!🍪🦌

i loooove her deer!reader so much! she reminds me a lot of myself 🤭🎀

pictures are not mine~

[cococinnamons-library]

A spicy fic based off one of my favorite Ariana Grande songs? Hell yes 🙈

ᡣ𐭩 ｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅PRINCESSBRUNETTES SCREAM SALON INTRODUCES … ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵ ࿁ ˂̵ ꒱ྀིა

THE BOY IS MINE ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

♩ ariana grande — the boy is mine ♩

pairing: mayor!rafe x catwoman!reader.

cw: supernatural abilities, hybrid!reader, a whip, leather, violence, drugging, sexual content, dubious consent.

you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day one.

mayor rafe cameron was a fascination.

he had a way of captivating an audience, without necessarily being smooth speaking and self assured. there was something… off about him. confident in himself, dare you even say arrogant — but with each press conference his eyes dart around, pupils enlarged, tongue poking out to lick his lips and he would often grow passionate and jump over his words. each night when you’d tune into his speeches on the television, claw grazing the static of the screen you would wonder — how could someone so untouchable seem so… human?

“and uh, to target this rat infestation across the city… we will be releasing the stray cats.” he speaks into the podium microphone, illuminated by the flashes of the paparazzi and press.

“yes, you will.” you whisper, face so close to the screen you could hear the buzzing of the electrics. he was just perfect.

you’d always figured ‘love potions’ were a little phony. how could a feeling induced by oxytocin and noroadrenaline be replicated with a drug? how could it replace the feeling of first locking eyes, or the warm tingling feeling in your stomach when you hear their laugh? desperation costed you sleepless nights in your apartment, failed scientific concoctions upon failed scientific concoctions until you reached a breakthrough. perhaps it wasn’t to be so phony after all, but you had one perfectly crafted dose — and there was only one way to find out.

you don’t like to waste time, so the next thing you know you’re standing in the pouring rain, suited up in skintight black, feeling free. you’d let your true self take its form, fangs glimmering in the city lights and twitching ears perfectly cupped by your suit hood. what was the point in hiding? if all went to plan, rafe cameron would love you for you.

leaping across the skyline, you travel to what can only be described as the most luxurious penthouse in new york city — the perfect place for the man of your dreams to rest his head. you figured it would be harder to find his address, but for someone who could create a love potion from scratch — it was child’s play. you wondered if you could see this place being your home too, resting your head on the pillow beside him, perhaps curling up on the windowsill.

the large window looking into his warmly lit apartment allows you perfect access. your heart pounds so fast with excitement that you think you might pass out as you squat over the view, large pupils darting about the room until they fall onto him. the mayor, in the flesh, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

he wouldn’t think to look up and see you there, watching him. of course not — what human being would be able to scale a building just to gaze through his window? he should have been perfectly safe.

should have been. it was a good thing you weren’t human. not fully, anyways.

you gaze over him as he goes about his nightly business, blazer removed and top button undone now as he looks over papers and sips at his drink. you take a moment to groom yourself, tongue rolling over the back of your knuckles to lay down the fur on the back of your ears over your hood out of habit as you practically salivate over him. rafe cameron was even more gorgeous in person, especially candidly, more relaxed, when he thought no one was watching.

he wanders off to the bathroom, and you take your opportunity, slithering in through the window he’d left open. he always did like the sound of the pouring rain, there wasn’t so much of that back in the outerbanks, where he was originally from (according to his wikipedia page, anyway.)

it had been a rough day for rafe, dropping his glass down on the sink counter as he leans against it — staring down his visage in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. he wasn’t always sure if he was cut out for mayor. really, releasing the stray cats to tackle the rat infestation problem? there was a myriad of reasons that could potentially create more problems, bring disease and an even dirtier appearance to new york city — but he was lost on what to do. times like this, he wondered if this was what he truly wanted to do rather than what he knows his father wished for him.

he cups his hands beneath the running water, leaning down to flush his face with the cool liquid. another problem for another day, he decides. for now, he could clear his racing mind with none other than the beloved white powder he told himself he was quitting. who cares, today was a special occasion.

rafe stands up straight, and before he can bother to fix his messy curtain bangs, now a mess and haphazardly stuck to his wet forehead — he could have sworn he’d seen a dark black mass lurking by the doorway. it disappears as quickly as he’d spied it, and he blinks the droplets out his eyes as he stares through the mirror. he couldn’t tell you what he saw, its appearance too quick for him to comprehend — but it had unmistakably existed.

“hey…” he drawls, wiping his dripping chin with the back of his wrist as he edges towards the door. one footstep, another, he continually creeps through the hallway until he’s back to his large, luxurious bedroom — now the scene at which you sit, ever so casually on his bed. just… smiling. “wh— who the hell are you, huh?” his voice trembles. he’s even more gorgeous close up.

“you shouldn’t leave your window open, mayor cameron. might let in a stray.” you practically pur,

he looked like his soul left his body. you expected that, expected some pushback — it’s why you had the dosage ready, the syringe of abnormal pink potion sucked up and ready to deploy into his delectable veins.

“alright look, i’ve got security armed to the god damn teeth downstairs okay so — so i suggest you get the hell out.” he licks his lips, irritation that you’d even try to invade his space crawling up the back of his neck in a wave of frightened heat. your clawed hand curls around the whip tucked into your side, tilting your head with a mischievous smile. he’s too busy taking in… you to notice, and just as he does you take action — cracking it right at him, the leather coil curling forcefully around his ankle and with a yank, he’s falling.

“jesus— the hell do you want?” he hollers as you drag him closer, closer. you’re walking to meet him halfway now and his eyes just won’t leave you. everything about you is so feline, down to the way you walk— hips practically rolling in a hypnotising fashion side to side. if he wasn’t so frightened, well — he just might fall in love organically.

“c’mon mr mayor cameron, be nice t’me. i wanna play.” you pout, and his struggles stop in awe once you lower himself over him to straddle him, his big body encased by your leather clad thighs. in all honesty, he was too confused and entranced to fight harder. rafe always had that weak spot with women. “hands by your sides or i’ll slice you open, handsome.”

he reluctantly does as you say, but when you present the syringe, he starts to struggle again — so you tighten your legs around him. “hey, hey— wh—what is that?” he raises his voice and you furrow your brows, a clawed finger pressing to his lips, surprisingly silencing him.

“shhhhh, shhhh.” you hush, before your finger slides down to his chin, grazing the skin with your claw. it slides lower and he daren’t move now, the extension of you so sharp that he fears it could slit him if he wasn’t careful.

“think you’re gonna get away with this, huh? breaking in like this?” as your claw slides directly down to his chest you smile, so casually — not a care in the world. you rip his shirt open, buttons clattering against smooth wooden flooring and his eyes widen, just so you can access the skin over the hard planes of his chest.

“you wouldn’t turn me in.” you tell him confidently, and he actually huffs out a laugh of disbelief, jaw tense and eyes wild.

“oh i wouldn’t huh? alright uh— and why the hell not? who the hell are you?”

you pierce his skin with the needle and his jaw drops, injecting the potion directly into his heart.

“the love of your life.”

rafe cameron’s eyes flutter shut, and it’s only a few hours later when he comes to— laying in the centre of his bed.

“hu—huh wait uh—” he croaks the second his eyes flutter open, only to be silenced by a claw over his flushed lips just like before. it was dark now, all artificial lights cut — you always preferred the light of the moon anyway. his eyes hadn’t adjusted and yet he knew it was you, felt your familiarity, your warmth all around. he pants, and you shush him.

“shhhhh, shh shh shh.” its like dragging your fingernail along velvet — soft, addictive, feeling each tiny feathery bristle caress the vulnerable skin beneath your nail. he stares, wide eyed and parted lipped, somewhat aware of the fact his hair is a mess. he doesn’t care to fix it.

you’re straddling him, all of your body weight and yet somehow you’re feather light — knees pointed upwards, the leather of your suit glowing and catching the light.

“you’re finally awake.” you hum, a vibration behind your voice, a true purr — like the hum of an engine. something below ignites, his crotch heats.

he’s overly aware of the fact he doesn’t mind you there, wishing nothing but to observe you for the moment. you lean back, bone coloured claw hooking into the zip at your neck as you drag it down, lower and lower — revealing the glow of soft skin beneath. rafe can’t look away, you’re like nothing he’s ever seen before. you’re beautiful. you’re… beautiful? the woman who trespassed onto his property? he urges himself, with everything in him to fight — and suddenly he’s catching you off guard, gripping your neck and flipping you onto your back.

you seem taken aback, a break in the confident routine as you blink up at him, the colour of your eye no longer visible, overtaken by inky black pupil. as your back hits the mattress, your plush tits bounce with the movement, now nearly completely exposed by your unzipped catsuit, cool metal zip below your belly button. at the sight of this, rafe winces — overcome by his desires and can’t help but press his erection harshly against the mound between your legs.

“the hell is goin’ on, alright — who — what did you do?” he emphasises with a hard squeeze to your neck making your eyes flutter, and yet your smile — all curled and deranged and your canines glimmer in the low light, the purring sound only getting louder.

“dont fight it, mr cameron. just do what feels good.” it comes out strained from the way he’s squeezing your neck and he lets go, sitting up on his knees but making no move to leave. dragging a hand down his jaw, he results back to staring. “cat got your tongue?” you whisper, sweetly amused. he licks his lips instinctually, moving to choke you again, stop you, but his hand rests there lightly — the two of you locking eyes. angrily, he leans down and kisses you, wet and sloppy.

you take the opportunity to lock your legs back round his waist and flip him back onto his back, grinding your crotch down onto his, making him groan.

“thats better, can’t have you trying to kill me again.” you tease before pushing his ripped shirt open to touch his skin. he winces, irritated and overwhelmed when you drag claws down his chest hard enough to leave chemtrails of pink skin down the muscled planes.

“yeah? thought you cats had nine lives?” he grumbles, gripping your hips and grinding you harder on his lap, causing you to mewl — digging your mouth into his shoulder and sinking his teeth in. “jesus— okay.” he squirms, unsure if you bit hard enough to draw blood.

he decided he didn’t care if you did. what was he so mad about again anyway?

[surferboy-maybank]

https://www.tumblr.com/surferboy-maybank/739775433665593344/jayj-hi-hi-higihihihihihi-u-said-u-could-teach

umm kissing 😁😁😁 but kissing below your belt, you know?

— princessbrunette 🎀

ohhh ;)

[julietsbody]

luke castellan with a girly prissy spoiled brat gf!! you never leave his side, not when he’s training, not when he’s in the dining hall, not when he’s off doing things he shouldn’t be. typically, luke would worry about someone spreading the word if they saw what he was doing in the dark, but you’re just too stupid to even notice. batting your mink lashes at him, glossy bottom lip tugged underneath your top teeth as you watch him take things he shouldn’t, that concentrated yet cruel smirk laying on his lips. 

you could be the sweetest, dumbest thing he had ever met— but you could also be his worst nightmare. you’re so addicted to him, your freshly manicured nails pawing at him as he’s fully immersed in something else. luke always has so much on his mind to think about, but he’s never been able to since you came into his life. eating up all his money, constantly begging him for attention, clinging to him like your life depends on it. 

you’re just so spoiled. he gives you everything you could ever ask for, the camp constantly stacked up in your packages because of how much online shopping you do with his card!! it truly becomes too much when his side of the hermes cabin starts looking like sephora and victorias secret had threw up everywhere. you made everything so messy, and whenever he frowned at you, telling you to clean it, you’re stomping your pink vintage prada heels and pouting, “butbutbut!! ‘ts too much work..” 

he just sighs softly, pinching the bridge of his nose, “y’know what, ‘kay— ‘m gonna clean it, but you gotta be more mindful with your stuff, princess.” 

and you’re just dumbly staring up at him with those dolly eyes, barely listening to a word he even says, and he just knows it went through one ear and out the other, his room would be messy within a few hours after cleaning it.

[sugarcandydoll]

@princessbrunette hi hi angel i love u n ur work sm omgg ♡🐇 love the way u write rafey!! got into obx bcoz of u hehehe n rafe is so hot my gosh! 💗♡ here's outfit info for how i imagine me as bunny!reader hehe cause she so cute n girly!! ♡🐰💕

pics not mine!! ♡👼🏼💕 n bunny!reader belongs to @princessbrunette ♡🫶🏼🎀

[cherbun]

𐙚 outer banks mood boards

inspired by @princessbrunette - the best ever !!

꒰psa; this is how i visualise reader, with my features and such. princess writes all her works without any specific body type or features in mind, only reader being hyperfem!꒱

🎀

⟡ rafe’s bunny

⟡ jj’s kitten

⟡ john b’s puppy

⟡ pope’s deer

[hanasnx]

ok well here it is. some indy x reader . happy bday 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

you’d been in close proximity with indy before, but not like this. not with him smearing your own saliva over your lips like gloss whilst chuckling in your face.

“you’re mean.” you mewl, brows furrowed as you weakly clutch at his pale wrist, manicure just threatening to dig into the skin in a panic if he went too far.

“and you like it, so now what?”

you can’t argue, infact — you don’t try, just pressing a kiss to the tips of his fingers in a form of silent worship, hoping he goes easy as his other hand clutches the back of your neck to hold you still. he blows air out his nose with a quiet laugh, brows flicking up unimpressed. “cute. say ah, princess.”

you don’t get to open your mouth past slightly parted because he forces his way in knuckle deep, a pleased and yet slightly twisted smirk on his face when you hiccup out a wet gag. “gagging already? got a long way to go ‘fore you take this dick, pretty girl.” he teases, finger fucking your mouth for a few more beats before pulling out and wiping it off on your cheek.

“there. that what you wanted? my fingers in your mouth?”

“mhm.”

— princessbrunette 🎀

what in the goddamn fuck. i love my birthday. this is fucking legendary. princess when i get my hands on you oh my god

the smearing spit on your lips, the “you like it so now what?”, clutching the back of your neck so you can’t run away, “cute. say ah princess”, forcing my way in, gagging already i’m fucking training you to take this dick, finger fucking your mouth. i’m gone i’m blown away i’m honored

[screamingplastictoenail88]

Another kitty reader inspired mood board based off @princessbrunette reader

[surferboy-maybank]

jayj hi hi higihihihihihi ♡

u said u could teach me how to swim can u teach me……. other stuff 😇

— princessbrunette 🎀

like what, princess?

[nemesyaaa]

omfgg this is so accurate, the fact that you go with a full analysis and comments is so cool !! i can definitly see that too. you did it so right 😭😭

how I think @princessbrunette reader’s would do their makeup!

Puppy reader: makeup was never her forte so she doesn’t wear much. She views it as too much hassle in the morning but she adores the full face girlies and will always complement them.

Product/placement analysis: she uses the same tint for bothe her blush and lips, she has the the telescopic mascara but she only wears it for special occasions but she always forgets to take it off at the end of the night.

Bunny reader: now this. this is a fully coverage AND high end makeup girl. Her base must be flawless and her lips must shine so bright that you can see her a mile away. Rafe funds majority of her makeup habits and Sephora trips.

Product/placement analysis: she has the milk hydro grip primer, she’s uses the nars light reflecting foundation, too faced born this way concealer that she does the 2016 under the eyes, chin, and forehead triangle method with, she skips contour and goes straight to blush which she’s uses the onesize blush trio in the shade cheek clapper, when it comes to highlight she uses the Dior backstage palette, she normally wears falsies, finally she sets her face with the huda beauty powder in the shade cherry blossom (she only got it cuz it was pink and cute)

Kitty reader: a medium coverage girlie through and through. She doesn’t pay too much attention to her base because her eyeliner and eyeshadow usually take over the show. She also def has a little pouch in her purse for touchups.

product/placement analysis: L’Oréal infallible 24 hour wear foundation, elf hydrating camo concealer that she places under her eyes with one swipe closer to the middle and another on the outer corners, physicians formula bronzer, covergirl true blend blush in shade temptation or sweet subduction that she focuses extremely high on her cheekbones, revlon colorstay eyeshadow quad in shade siren which she focus the sliver shade in her inner corners and the middle of her eyelid and then she takes the blacks shade everywhere else and tightlines her waterline with it, and she sets her whole face with the maybelline fit me pressed powder. Falsies are usually her go to for lashes or nothing at all. (her and jj def didn’t ’borrow’ half of this stuff from the store.)

deer reader: I don’t think her makeup is ever really heavy. She’s def a skin tint/concealer, highlight, blush, and maybe mascara kinda girl. She does have a ton of lip tints tho, that’s something she’ll never be seen without.

product/ placement analysis: elf halo glow (she only uses that for dates with pope) nyx bare with me or la pro girl concealer that she focuses under her eyes and nose bridge, essence pure nude highlighter that she focuses on the tip of her nose and inner eye corners, her blush is what tint she put on her lips, and lastly she’s uses the maybelline sky high mascara.

[dipperscavern]

https://www.tumblr.com/dipperscavern/761464107355521025/how-many-asks-do-you-have-in-your-inbox-currently?source=share

omg princessbrunette mentioned???? i love her she’s one of my favs 🙁

PRINCESSBRUNETTE MENTIONED!’! i love love love her omg i don’t even watch outerbanks but i love her and her writing !!!!

also she’s the one who showed me how to make my text small like this (instead of normal) n showed me interacting with people n everything wasn’t so scary$!!! luv u boob!! <3

[1stgirlonpluto]

insta posts you would make if you were dating spencer reid:

⇝ a/n; i did a series like this on my criminal minds account back in 2021 that i deleted but @princessbrunette series has inspired me to remake it!! plus im getting back into my criminal minds phase! if you enjoy the posts please let me know and as always asks and requests are open!!

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[cute-sucker]

note: thank you @.princessbrunette for creating boxer!rafe !!

extra note: this is an unofficial part 2 !! link

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you clutched the pregnancy test, clammy hands shaking as you felt more scared than ever. rafe was still in his match, and you- you were forbidden from coming to his matches. the last time you came his opponent had made a pass at you after rafe brutally beat him. 

the guy plummeted to the ground before he could utter another word, and rafe decided that enough was enough. so he sat you down, in your little cameo shorts and baby white tee. your thick lashes battered as he tried to come out the truth. the two of you were in the completely vacant locker room. 

"listen, kid, i don't think you should come to my matches anymore," he said gently, as you gripped his arm. you had a sweet expression on your face before you heard what he had said - quickly wilting as you frowned at him. before you could open your mouth he had already cupped your face as softly as he could.

his hands were rough and warm on your face, you could smell the brutality on them, yet you felt yourself at ease in his embrace. you could never admit it - but rafe had some control over you that you could never explain. 

"i know you're going to say it's your calling," he quipped, leaning in closer. his hot breath fanned your neck, as his mouth nipped at your cheek, "but baby i don't think this place is good for you." you felt yourself unwind and opened your mouth to blubber something. 

you finally gasped out, "but i wanna see you!" 

he groaned, steady hand moving down to your waist. there was an amused expression on his face, but he stayed firm. 

"rafe? please." 

"no."

that was it. so you got another job, and later on, rafe told you to stay at tanyhill with him. you were overjoyed that you would get to see him more and that he was being so gracious. all the girls in the ring had told you he was a playboy and nothing more than that. and you would never tell rafe but it was nice not being a ring girl. sure it was a way to get money fast, but your thighs ached from the amount of times you shined and plucked them.

but it wasn't just that. it was also the dark humid lights that dawned upon you, and trotting while people eyed you like a piece of meat. and now, you felt free, and while rafe would never understand why you chose it - you were a waitress. 

the owner, delany liked you, so she didn't give you a hard time about anything. it was a cafe where time seemed to slow and it was as if nothing could go wrong. you got up early in the morning, giving rafe a goodbye kiss while he was in bed as he groaned about you leaving so early. you took life at strides. things were great. 

but here it was. a sign that maybe everything was going to go to shit. be fine. your heartbeat quickened and you could barely breath - that was when you knew it was going to be bad. you could barely imagine yourself pregnant. 

how old were you? 25? yeah, that was too young and quite frankly did rafe even want a baby? sure he mentioned it sometimes, when you went to baby showers and cooed a baby clothes. but would he-? it was another mouth to feed and god you didn't know if you could support that. rafe, sure, but if he left you? and it was an actual human being to love.

finally, you found yourself rushing out of the bathroom. you had to tell him now, as your heart was on fire, and your hands were stinging. quickly you gathered your stuff and headed over to delany. 

"i have to go." 

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the ring was the same as usual. the same musty smell, and that feeling of everything being possible. you weren't recognised - though you did see a couple of familiar faces in the crowd. but you weren't here to chit-chat. 

urgency drummed through your veins as you found rafe. 12:35. it was almost time for his first match, and you couldn't dump on him like that. no, you really could there was this feeling. this feeling that ran through you like wildfire as you stumbled to him. 

he looked good, better than good, but he looked alarmed as you twisted yourself around his body. 

"hey, hey kid," he laughed at you furiously hugging his middle, "i love that you're here but i told you about visiting me, didn't i? we had this conversation-" he was stopped right there as you kissed him, cupping his face. he was out of breath, pupils dilated when it finally set in. 

maybe he saw the way you sweet doe eyes were welling up with tears, or the way you swayed in his arms as if he let you go you could crumble, or the way you were trying to mouth words, but nothing was coming out of your mouth. he furiously swore under his breath, and pulled you along with him - you followed like a puppy. 

the dim lights of the corner he had pulled you in soothed your state. no longer did your skin ich, but your head still pounded. rafe looked down at you with a worried expression, as he rubbed your back. you were still holding on to him, wide-eyed. 

"hey?" he snapped his fingers, "can't be doing that here. not right now. what's wrong?" he asked harshly, and you shook your head, completely nonverbal. he raised a hand through his buzzed hair, concern evident in his eyes. whenever you got like this- which was never he had to remind himself to be gentle. 

finally, he dropped himself, voice quiet. he didn't care if people saw him like this- all vulnerable. "sweets are you okay?" he probed again. finally with trembling hands, you reached out into your bag to get the pregnancy test- and broke into tears. the two double lines spread fear throughout his heart. 

rafe had changed. that was a fact, he no longer was plagued by his fathers words as much as before. but could he be a father? suddenly he looked down at you, wispy lashes wet, and doe eyes pleading. suddenly, he felt something blossom in his heart. he imagined you running around in tannyhil, round with his kid. you would be wearing a pretty sun dress, as laughter rang through you. 

finally, he closed his eyes, "it's gonna be okay." 

you seemed to take that as a bad sign, gasping out muffled words, "no, rafe, i didn't know what was going to happen, please-" your hand reached out for his, hoping that things were going to be okay. 

rafe was still looking at the test, as he closed and opened his mouth before shaking his hand, "we're gonna get married, all right? yeah, and i want you to stay here with me. 'cause i need you here." he said tapping your head. there was a watery smile on your face, as you jumped into his arms. 

he held you tightly, and you sniffed. before letting go of him to look into his eyes. it was at that moment that you realised how much he loved you. when he's staring at you like you are his world, and his steel eyes are soft. when his eyes are welling up with tears. 

"just really happy and shit," he chuckled, "i can't believe this," he murmured out before pressing his lips on yours. finally, he pulled apart from you, still gazing into your eyes. 

 "you should go," you found yourself whispering out "it's time for your match." yet your hand found a deathly hold on him.

you saw him smile, and give you a peck on the lips, "want you to watch, 'kay? i'm fighting this match for you," and then his hands travelled down to your stomach, "you and baby." 

dazed you watched him step up into the ring and sighed. if this was love, you'd fight for it any day.