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—angel or devil?; y.jh

synopsis being friends with seventeen had many perks, one of which being helping one another with indivudal needs. every member was fine with it, the trust between you and the group being so strong, but why did jeonghan never want any help?

notes yoon jeonghan x afab!reader, 5.5k smut + a lil bit of angst/fluff? reader is “shared” between the 13 members.. idk how to put it, idolverse, switch!reader, switch!jeonghan, brief mentions of the other members, and their dicks, consensual slapping but only once, jeonghan calls reader dumb, use of whore/slut, reader is adressed as “girl” multiple times

➤ i’ve posted on ao3 before but never tumblr so hi. hoping to come here more often if enough ppl like this D: i have a small draft of a dancer!hoshi au that i was hoping could be a full thing one day... and many more svt thoughts so pls send me asks!! enjoy <3

taglist @kayleeshinee @thinkinboutwonu @nothingwasnotfound @rubyhoons

“you’re insatiable,” joshua chuckled.

“no, i take advantage of my opportunities.”

the two of you were in shua’s room, him picking out a shirt for the day while you sat on the edge of his bed. the members had made plans to split up long-awaited errands, from trying out new noodle flavors to finding a lamp for chan’s room.

hooking up with 13 of your hot friends was convinient. you all trusted each other, having known one another for years, and being in the idol industry allowed little time to deal with personal needs. being able to play off a blowjob as a friendly hangout made things easy, because all it was was a friendly hangout.

with an included handjob.

even if they were your friends, being so close was an easy reminder that they were just men. 13 men. in one place. they were closer than anyone you knew, and it was nice to know they all somewhat tried to be responsible of their place.

all, but one.

“at least it’ll be 3 equal groups, i feel like the group i’m put in always has more work to do.”

“how come 3? who’s not coming?”

you looked up at the boy, catching a slightly annoyed smile on his lips. “jeonghan got out of it because he has a wish coupon.”

some people think seventeen are just too good at being entertainers, that it’s all fake for the camera. in truth, they’re the exact same when it’s just them. jeonghan is known to be a cheater, but he’s cunning. he values promises and remembers everything for his team; for himself. so when jeonghan made everyone coffee after a long day in the studio in 2019 followed by a chorus of “we owe you one, jeonghannie-hyung!”, he, like you, couldn’t let an opportunity pass. so on the one day the group decided to come together to get work done, jeonghan reminded everyone of his kind deeds and was allowed to stay home. you had stopped questioning the team’s ethics after a while. no matter how well you knew one another, it was nothing like the 13 of them. you were nowhere near close enough to have “wish coupons”.

so yes, you did know them pretty well, you did hook up with the members, but there was one you had yet to really get with. none other than yoon jeonghan himself.

he was impossible to figure out. maybe it was because he didn’t want to ask for “help,” or maybe it was because there was nobody he could trust like his members. joshua knew it was a little bit of both, but it was also a little bit of jeonghan being himself. a tease. wanting you to come and get him. so if joshua told everyone not to argue with the second-oldest’s request, it was just him being a good best friend.

joshua had thrown on a classic button down at this point, putting a lip balm in his bag as he looked back at you. “leave like, at least 10 minutes after us.”

“i know,” you smiled. you never know.

“we’ll get going then! you know how to cook if you want to eat anything,” his voice got a little deeper as if he was hiding a laugh, “or if you want to be eaten.”

“what the hell jos-”

the door shut with a series of giggles.

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eaten is an underestimate.

wanting jeonghan when he was right there was almost painful. eye contact as you sat with the other members. hands brushing against each other’s when reaching for chopsticks. he definitely knew what he was doing to you, a devilish smirk below his angel eyes, waiting for you to retract your hand first.

but jeonghan had to be an angel, because god was truly on your side that day.

finding a bathroom in a dorm of four units shouldn’t be as difficult as it was. most of the doors looked the exact same, the members cleaning them in order to post up new decorations. your favorite bathroom was the third unit’s— seungkwan was very particular with the hand soap scents. as you made your way down the hallway, you suddenly heard a pained noise.

jeonghan is the only other one here. jeonghan’s room is in the fourth unit.

your quest to find the bathroom was quickly forgotten as you opened doors to find jeonghan’s room. across the door you were about to open, you could hear soft crying, making you dash towards the door you suspected led to jeonghan’s room.

in your hastiness, you pulled the door open without a knock, scanning the room for jeonghan.

he wasn’t hard to find.

half-naked body splayed out on top of a pillow, your eyes made contact with his own, wet and slightly alarmed. you tried to not move your vision any further, beginning to back away towards the door, until you heard his broken voice.

“y/n,” the boy breathed, stopping you in your tracks.

you whispered back, “jeonghan.”

“can you help me?” it was so simple, said in a pleading voice. the silence surrounding you two was interrupted by your light steps towards him before you planted yourself into the edge of his bed. he had been sitting up by now, pillow still in between his legs just below his cock.

“you’re.. are you sure?”

“yes, y/n, god yes”

be a quick thinker. don’t ask dumb questions.

“what do you want me to do, jeonghan?” you held eye contact as you wiped his flushed cheeks dry.

“anything you want.”

that was all the confirmation you needed before guiding him towards the back of his bed, letting him rest against the pillows as you settled between his legs. his shirt was slightly oversized, not enough to get in the way but still an annoyance.

you took the hem between your fingers and looked up at him. “can we get this off?”

jeonghan’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted. a peach blush glowed on his face as he tried looking at you through his lashes. “cold… i get cold easily.”

for some reason the admittance made you grin, not being able to stop your hands from traveling up into his hair because the boy looked so different, so small. “tell me what’s off limits,” jeonghan demanded more than asked. you didn’t think too much about it.

“nothing gross. play with me, make it hurt if you want. let out whatever pent up frustration you have. i’ve been waiting too long to care.” he gave a small nod and slowly blinked. a true angel.

“such a pretty boy, maybe the prettiest out of them all. why’d you have to be such a tease, hm? could’ve done this so much sooner.”

his breathing was heavy and your faces were barely inches apart. the tears had been long gone and his eyes were more opened, albeit dark and half lidded. if you hadn’t been so close, you would’ve missed the way his lips began to curve upwards. such a tease.

“well, we’re here now, baby. why don’t you do as i asked? use that mouth for something else.”

well, you could play that game too.

“baby, if you want something then you’ll have to be a bit more specific than that. i could use my mouth for something like this,” you paused to act out an example, closing the gap between you two to press your mouth just upon his, taunting his lips to see if he’d make a move first.

that time, you felt his smile creep. “or, i could do this.” you smiled back before lowering your head to his neck, this time kissing his skin. he didn’t try to hide the low moan that escaped his lips when you bit down and sucked a bruise into the area.

jeonghan seemed to have had enough by then, as he snaked his fingers to your hair, softly pulling you off of his throat as if giving a warning. you were slightly taken aback by the change in demeanor, but he casually tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“are you dumb or a brat?”

oh.

the hand carding through your hair suddenly yanked your head down, jeonghan using his other hand to discard his shirt.

“i’m pretty sure i asked you to help me, not bitch off. you want specifics? i’m gonna cum twice today, okay? be a good girl and suck me off.”

you obeyed, placing one hand at his base followed by your lips wrapping around his tip, but you also took it as a challenge. you wanted to break yoon jeonghan. in order to do that, you had to give him the best blow job of your life. the other 13, it didn’t have to be competitive or too sexual. but jeonghan and you already had tension, so finally relieving it was bound to be intense.

contrary to popular belief, yoon jeonghan didn’t give a fuck.

if he was enjoying it, he’d be loud. if he hated it, you’d get a blank stare under raised eyebrows. his pride didn’t get in the way of pleasure, but pleasure wasn’t easy for him to get.

hookups weren’t his thing, relationships got messy as an idol. it wasn’t like he hadn’t done either, but his transparency disappointed and scared away most. he was frustrated. but you,

you were pretty good.

eye contact seemed to be a regular thing between you two. you stared each other down even as your head bobbed on his dick, as you made a show of licking a stripe up the shaft, as you planted kitten licks on the tip. his hands once again found your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail. jeonghan hadn’t had a blowjob in a while, let alone a good one, so he knew he wouldn’t last as long as he’d like.

breaking yoon jeonghan was easy if you did it right.

you knew you had because he broke the eye contact first. you slowly took inch after inch of his cock, showing him your limits. when you were so close to reaching his base, jeonghan’s hands in your hair abruptly pushed your head down his length, tears welling into your eyes as you eased into comfort. the sight made jeonghan throw his head back against the pillows, his loudest moan being released. after that, he used one hand to guide your mouth up and down, moans more frequent and high pitched. his noises did something to you too, pride welling up in your chest as your mouth vibrated around his dick from your own moans.

“cum.. a-ah, m’ gonna cum, don’t stop,” he heaved out, voice slightly frantic. it was almost mesmerizing, him being a dominant tease one second and pathetically mewling the next. your left hand found his balls, feeling around and eventually trailing a feathery finger up his body to his nipples. rolling the nub between two of your digits seemed to do the trick, his grip on your hair tightening then the hand falling to his side, a loud cry of your name, and his cum shooting down your throat.

you swallowed as much as you could, catching your breath but making sure you can catch the boy in a fucked-out state. if he was gorgeous before, he was ethereal now. you shifted closer to him, making sure to not taunt his sensitive cock as his eyes stayed shut. your hands found his jaw, then his ears, then his slightly damp hair before finally swinging around his neck, your head pressed against his chest.

“y/n,” he whispered, aware of the distance between the two of you. you felt his gentle touch wiping his excess fun from your lips.

“so beautiful, hannie.” he shut his mouth. “all that big talk for someone who can’t even ride his pillow?”

“fuck… off, baby, you think you can ride any better?” even through his high you could tell the chill of the room kissed his skin. he sounded exhausted already, but you knew better than to think this was ending anytime soon.

“i think i can, angel. who would’ve guessed you’re a little pillow prince? wanna crumble under me one more time?”

you don’t think you’ll ever be able to figure this guy out. when he spoke, his voice was molasses, deep and slow like he was talking to a toddler. “maybe i do. does my baby want me to fuck her instead? seventeen’s slut? right? or,” his hands crept under your shirt, brushing against lace, “just a whore for me?”

his cold hands made you shiver. the lingerie was on before you had heard about the members’ plans to go out, just as a fun surprise for whoever caught you. “it’s not usually like this. you know we’re all just friends.”

he cocked a brow at that, playing with the flowery fabric under your shirt. “oh? what does that make us?”

“too many questions,” you murmured, giving in and removing the top, leaving you in the pink bra and matching panties hidden by shorts.

he raised an eyebrow at you, signaling you weren’t quite done yet. you climbed off the bed to tug off the bottoms before propping yourself onto his lap.

jeonghan’s hands found the curve of your ass, running them upon of the lace while your arms found their place around his neck again.

“my my, what a coincidence. the whore is all dressed up. do you walk around like this everytime you’re here? does a different member find you every time? how do they fuck you, baby?”

you tried testing him. “so good. mingyu’s so big, soonyoung has so much energy, jihoon is so good at talking. especially shua. he may be the better version of you.”

the smirk that had been resting on jeonghan’s lips twitched. he moved one hand up your back to the clasp of your bra, swiftly undoing it and letting it fall into the space between your laps.

“shua can do that, too.”

breaking yoon jeonghan was to figure out which buttons to push in order to rile up his indifferent self.

“can shua fucking handle you?” he spat, the rest of his body calm as the hand near your chest moved towards your breasts. “does he put a dog leash on you to get you to shut up? aren’t you here to help?”

breaking yoon jeonghan was not just watching his body fall apart beneath you. breaking yoon jeonghan was challenging him back mentally until he couldn’t take it.

“shua likes to choke me. shua’s hands are bigger than yours and his dick is thicker.”

jeonghan scoffed, tracing his pointer finger around the skin of your nipples. “not longer?”

“maybe the same length. jun’s is longer and thicker.”

“tsk tsk, cockslut. didn’t you say i was the prettiest?”

break him. see how far he can go.

“what good does a face do during sex?”

test his limits.

that one got a slap delivered to your cheek with the hand that had previously been on your chest. you couldn’t suppress the moan that swam past your lips, the hand fondling your ass toying with the hem of your panties.

“fucking slut.” he sounded out each syllable once again like a preschool teacher. “maybe you’re right. but let me ask you this.” your panties were pulled down and his fingers greeted your wetness which gained a low chuckle from the man. “you wanna get fucked or not?”

not good enough. “weren’t you the one coming to me asking for help?”

he had quickly regained his composure, gripping your jaw with a sly smirk. “don’t worry about me, baby. i’m yoon jeonghan. i can fuck whoever i want.”

“i have 12 other guys waiting to fuck me everyday, you responded, not sounding as assertive as you would’ve liked.

“but aren’t you curious, sweetheart? you don’t wanna complete your set? satisfied with 12?” his fingers began to rub around your clit, hand from your jaw reaching towards his side table to nimbly retrieve lube.

is it worth it to wait this long? should i tell him to fuck me already?

you didn’t need to contemplate an answer when you felt dripping wet fingers around your clit. anything on your mind was cut off by your loud moan, relieved at the touch.

your sudden needy whines only made him laugh more, a finger teasing your entrance. “maybe if my face wasn’t so useless during sex, i would’ve gone down on you.”

“jeonghan, hannie, please. i’ll be so good, m’ sorry-!” he cut you off with a finger inside you, thumb caressing your clit at the same time.

“maybe next time, darling. if you learn to behave, that is.”

you buried your face into his neck, holding it there before lifting your head towards his ear. “i’m fine, i’m ready. i’m already opened up.”

he slowed his fingers. “who was the last one to fuck you and when?”

“ch-cheol. it was.. like.. maybe six a.m. i don’t know. i fell asleep here after the movie we watched.. last night.. so he just carried me to his room.”

“then why was hao the last person out the door?”

“so many quest-” your eyes met for the 100th time that day and you could tell he was truly curious. “…he just wanted to kiss. said he was still sleepy.”

jeonghan sighed, turning you over gently so he was on top of you. he fully pulled your panties down, holding the fabric in his hands for a few seconds before throwing them to the side.

“sure, i’m a pillow prince. i don’t do this shit. i promise you, i could. i’m doing it for you right now. pretty girl, this clearly isn’t going anywhere, hm? so let me fuck that attitude out of you and we can do it again sometime. am i clear enough for your useless brain?”

“yes, hannie.”

“safe word?”

“..melon.”

yoon jeonghan is forever a mystery to you.

he smiled, sickeningly sweet like a stash of ahloween candy, and brushed your hair away from your eyes. “good girl. let me kiss my pretty baby.”

he planted a hand under your thigh and the other beneath your head as your arms familiarly met the back of his neck. the action allowed you to pull him in, smiles on both your faces as your lips finally met.

you knew part of the reason you had this arrangement with your friend is because you were all sure nobody would get attached in the wrong way. but that was before you had ever gone the whole way with jeonghan , when he was everywhere around you but nowhere in reach. you had kissed the rest of them, for comfort, for pleasure, for fun, but why was it so much different right now?

right now it was so soft. it was giggles while catching your breaths, it was sucking the life out of each other, it was your fingers ghosting his locks and the pads of his against the smooth of your skin. it was his silk touch, his silk lips, his silk hair, his silk voice.

when you pulled away once more, you smiled at him, the moment too soft for you to care about your failed seductiveness. “when do i get to be fucked, hannie?”

yoon jeonghan, the mystery.

if you thought shua was the switch of seventeen, or rough, next to jeonghan, shua was vanilla.

shua was rough, but sweet with his words. a gentleman, everyone would say. jeonghan’s twin flame.

jeonghan was mean.

“so eager to have my cock in you. thought it wasn’t big enough? thick enough?” he leaned towards his side table again, opening a drawer to get a condom before rolling it onto himself.

“w-was lying, han. it’s perfect, you’re perfect. fuck me already,” you choked out, once again taken aback by the switch in personality.

he was so hot when he was mean. different from the other members. he did it so causally, almost expressionless. “i’ll destroy you, sweetheart. good girls don’t lie. i hate liars. only reason m’ still in a room with you is cause’ someone has to fuck some sense into you. seems like twelve dicks still can’t tame you.”

with that, he flipped you over, earning a yelp from your mouth as you were pushed into the bed, jeonghan telling you to get onto all fours. a hand was harshly hit onto your ass before jeonghan lined himself up with your slit and slipped his cock in.

“let me know when i can move, sweetheart,” the velvet of his voice melted into your ears. after a few moments, you murmured a green light and bottomed out, hands resting on your waist. you pressed the upper half of your body more downwards, eliciting a groan from jeonghan as he watched your back arch.

“you may be the slowest member yet,” you pushed your luck, deep breaths as you felt him pick up the pace.

when silence had grown just enough for you to think you wouldn’t get a response, jeonghan landed another slap into your ass, kneading the red after the hit. “good things come to good girls to wait. if you’re going to be a bitch, i have no problem slowing down a little more. maybe just stopping. how’s that, bunny?”

you guessed it was a rhetorical question because he suddenly sped up, the erotic sounds and skin slapping almost making you dizzy, but jeonghan had other things in mind.

fisting your hair, he yanked your body parallel to his, maneuvering his hands to play with your tits. “you were all talk when it was time to speak shit, but when i ask you a question you’re an idiot? think you can still handle me?”

you tried moaning loud in response, being it was the easiest option, but jeonghan’s fingers met your mouth and they were slipped between your lips. he chuckled as you sucked, pulling them out shortly after and replacing the wet digits onto your nipples in return for a whine. he tsked in response, but he sounded disappointed.

he pushed your body back down into its arch, pulling his dick almost all the way out of your cunt and holding it there for a moment. “what’s going on in your mind, sweetheart? wanna hear your pretty voice.”

“you- you fucker, just move-ah!” jeonghan slammed back into you, sucking in a breath from above.

“tell me, y/n,” he thrust in and out slow much to your (and his, but it was his choice) frustrastion.

“are you really able to help 13 of your friends get off without ruining your bond with any of them? are you good enough for them? for us?” he pulled your hair once more, your bodies meeting as he leaned into your ear.

“for me?”

it did sound a lot more complicated than it was, but the group wasn’t uncomfortable at all and nor were you. you knew you weren’t a fucktoy, in fact they helped you almost as much as you helped them. it was just an easy way to get around a difficult problem— for some members, like vernon, it was more of a one or two time thing, but for others like soonyoung, you never knew what to expect. high sex drive or not, they were all just a group of respectful men you knew you could trust. they were all hot, you especially knew, but the thought of ruining your bond hadn’t come up since your small crush on dokyeom.

well, there was no bond to ruin between you and jeonghan until now.

it was just a game. of course the two of you were friends, getting lunch every now and then and comfotably hanging out with other members, but him being the only member to not initiate anything with you had put an inevitable space between your relationship.

you had generally been closer to the older members, especially jisoo, yet the hookups you had with all 12 had never been this intimate. but, anything more than a friendship and casual hookups with jeonghan would mean the arrangement you had with every other member would be destroyed just because jeonghan finally came around to fucking you.

well, shit. that was a thought for another day.

you turned your head so that your faces met each others, half-open eyes still giving away your gentle smile. “that’s what i’m here for, hannie. if i’m not good enough, then make me.”

“cute, but i’d rather you prove it. this is for me, remember?” with that, jeonghan pulled out of you, your cunt clenching around nothing as you huffed out of frustration. he rolled over, fixing his pillows as he layed back so nonchalantley you had to hold back a scoff. finally, his droopy eyes slowly greeted yours, one side of his mouth lifitng. “i told you i don’t like liars, right? if you think you’re any better than me, come and get it, baby.”

ah. you really needed to watch your words around jeonghan— joshua wasn’t lying when he said the older remembered everything to his advantage. you were practically drooling for him at this point, eagerly climbing onto his lap as his hands found your waist. being as he was just inside you, it was an easy slide when you sunk back onto his cock.

jeonghan’s moans were louder than you thought they would be. wanting a reminder, you didn’t let the pleasure faze you as you rolled your hips.

just as you had began to move, jeonghan’s phone on the table beside his bed began to chime. jeonghan’s everlasting love for his members would never let him silent his phone. you peered over as a favor, trying to make out the caller id.

“it’s seungkwan-ah,” you breathed, setting a slow pace to stop the two of you from getting overwhelmed.

“pick it up, please.”

you knew from the games he played with the members, but jeonghan was a master at manipulation. he catered his way of speaking to everyone, being able to analyze even a cashier he’d never see again. it was the “please” that threw out any rational hesitance from your brain as you leaned into jeonghan’s body, extending your arm to reach for the phone.

you answered the call. “hello?”

“hyung! is there- y/n?”

oh. you forgot about how you were going to explain that it wasn’t jeonghan answering the phone. this seemed to be the boy in question’s plan all along, a dimple on his right cheek deepening on his skin.

“oh… seungkwan! jeonghan is in the shower.. so i picked up for him! what’s up?”

you heard a faint voice in the back, seungkwan responding to the mystery person with a really? before placing his focus back on you. “wonu hyung told chan that shua hyung said you were leaving the dorms? did something happen?”

you looked at jeonghan, his smile growing wider as his eyebrows knit together. you knew he would mock your inability to lie if the circumstances were different.

“i got kind of hungry… and took a nap.. what did you need from jeonghan?”

seungkwan seemed to not care enough to look into your story, taking a second to remember what he called for. “oh! if you’re near the kitchen, can you check which cereal box is empty? hyung said he really liked this one brand.”

you looked at jeonghan for help, and instead of a cereal brand answer, he moved your arm away from his face and whispered, “you’re going too slow, baby.”

he then placed his hands back on your waist, bringing you up and down his cock, making you clamp your hand over your mouth.

“y/n?” the phone spoke.

for a second, jeonghan seemed to have mercy on you, halting his movements so you can talk into the speaker. “um… cinnamon toast c-ah! crunch!”

it wouldn’t be jeonghan if he was that easy on you. he slammed you back down onto his cock mid sentence.

“oh? i thought hyung hated cinnamon… oh well. thanks, noona!”

you rushed a quick “bye” before hanging up and throwing the phone on the other side of the bed, jeonghan giggling below you.

“fuck you,” you gritted, seeing as he’s no longer helping you get off.

“you already are, babe.” you knew he was trying to rile you up as he had been, but you wanted to cum so bad. he seemed to have taken notice of the whine you let out, thumbs smoothening along your back. “let me help you.”

“no!” you stopped his wandering hands. “this is about you, not me.” you bounced on his dick quicker, placing your focus onto the pleasure laced into jeonghan’s voice as you did so.

“that’s true, my baby’s so smart. i think you deserve a reward.” you could tell he was getting close, his breath hitching through his words and his eyes fluttering shut.

even with his eye sight falling in and out of darkness, he was able to locate your breasts, not allowing for you to hide a mewl. just as he began to knead the skin, his tip found your g-spot, evoking a high-pitched moan from you.

“jeonghan… i don’t know how much longer i can wait,” you managed to get out, his hands traveling around your body. he enclosed them around your waist one final time.

he pushed your back, drawing you closer to him. “come here, y/n.”

you made it easier by leaning in, feeling his lips latch onto your neck. “help me just a little bit more,” he breathed onto your skin, sucking an angry red mark, then making a show of the action by licking his matching cherry lips.

you took his face into your hands, resting your forehead against his for a moment. “yoon jeonghan,” you heavily exhaled, a shy grin threatening to materialize, “i hope you always come to me. i hope this isn’t a one time thing. i hope you never sign an NDA again. i hope i’m yours.”

“mine, mine, only mine. out of 13, just mine. and i’m only yours.” his face contorted in something like lust, something you didn’t want to believe was lust. you could be just his. you were willing to do that.

“cum with me.”

with that, you released onto his length, not without a loud cry of his name. he thrusted into you twice more before he too came into the condom, a broken moan slipping past his lips.

for a few moments the two of you stayed like that, breathing against each other before you heard him call your name.

“should i run a bath?” he suggested. you made an approving noise, pulling off of his cock but not missing the hiss that came from the boy. he extended a hand to your own, letting you intertwine your fingers with a tired smile. jeonghan led you off of the bed, out of his room and into the hallway towards the fourth unit bathroom.

ah. it was right next to jeonghan’s room.

after getting the bath ready, the two of you slipped in, your body flush against his chest.

“i hope you weren’t lying.”

he broke the silence, caressing your shoulders in a gentle massage.

“about?”

“you and me. i don’t want you to be shy around me. this is a thing now. i’m an option.”

you leaned further back on one of his shoulders, his arm resting over your collarbone as you looked back at him.

“it’s not you who’s the option, it’s me. hannie, i’ve been waiting for this, i just didn’t know if you wanted it. when you need me, i’m here. sex or not, you know you’ve always had me. this thing with the members, it’s not complicated. if anyone finds love, then we’re back to just normal friends. same thing goes for you.”

“what if it’s you?”

you froze, taken aback at the boldness, but jeonghan had already began rephrasing his words.

“i’m not saying i’m in love with you,” that one hurt, but what did you expect? “i mean what if one of the members start liking you? or what if you start liking one of them?”

so much for him being an option.

“it won’t happen. they’re all adults, they won’t do anything more than a blowjob if they think they’ll somehow get more attached. and me,” your eyes fell on his fourth finger and the ring that circled around it. you can’t be selfish, that’s not what you’re here for. you shifted your gaze onto his, trying to provide some sense of reassurance to support your words. “don’t worry about me.”

“whatever you say, my princess.”

his, out of 13, he said you were his. you want to be his. could you be his?

“anything for you, my prince.”

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In honor of me reaching (and surpassing) 69 followers, here's a chapter of an ongoing Rei Suwa fanfic, featuring him 69ing with the reader :)

If you're interested in the full fic, it's on AO3

Rei couldn’t believe himself. After days of pining over you, dreaming about the delicious sample he had of your flavor, he caved in and asked Kazuki for your number. The blond happily complied with the request, but as expected with Kazuki, it didn’t come without some teasing.

“See, what’d I tell you about her?” he snarked, lightly nudging Rei with his elbow.

“Shut up,” Rei mumbled in response, his skin heating up.

Kazuki smirked at the flush on his best friend’s skin. “C’mon, just admit I was right.”

Instead of dignifying him with a response, the black-haired male had taken his phone and walked away, texting you to see if you were free that evening.

“Just be back by 8 pm,” Kazuki called out, reminding Rei of the mission they had that night.

Surprisingly, you’d answered almost immediately and agreed to see him. And that’s how Rei ended up in front of your apartment’s door, his palms coated in sweat as he grows more and more anxious to see you. He holds a hand out and blows into it, wanting to ensure that his breath still smells like the mint toothpaste he used before leaving his penthouse.

Finally, the door swings up, revealing you clad in nothing but a towel. Your hair was damp, some of it clinging to your face, and droplets of moisture rolled down your skin. Rei’s eyes follow one bead of water that trails down to your breast, before disappearing under the towel. His mouth waters as he thinks about your pierced nipples, and how good it felt to suck on them.

“Hey,” you greet him with a bright smile, stepping aside so he can enter.

“Hi,” he mutters as he enters your residence, removing his shoes and coat.

“Are you thirsty?” you question as you escort him to your living room and guide him to your sectional, the couch decorated with throw pillows and blankets

Normally, you don’t service clients in your home, and you especially don’t offer them refreshments. But Rei, like his blond friend, was an exception.

“I’m good, thanks,” he reassures as he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, which were becoming tighter by the minute.

“I suppose you just want to get on with it, hmm?” you tease as you plop down next to him, trailing a finger over a pec. At his curt nod, you grin and ask, “Well, how can I please you today, sir?”

“I want to taste you,” he admits, leaning into your touch.

His words shock you in silence. Most men were focused on their own pleasure first and foremost, and yours was just an afterthought. So, for Rei to make an entire trip just to ‘taste’ you left you speechless.

“You wanna taste me?” you repeat, trying to keep your tone seductive so as to not betray your surprise.

He nods. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” you purr as you trail your hands to his hair, gently stroking his black strands as you straddle his lip, your bare pussy against his clothed erection. “I have an idea I think you’ll like.”

“Which is?” he murmurs as he eyes your lips, shiny from your strawberry lip balm.

“You ever wanted to 69 before, Rei?” you question as you bring a hand to your towel’s knot and undo it, letting it unravel and reveal your bare chest.

He gulps and nods, one of his hands cupping a breast. He rolls the nipple around, the contact making you sharply inhale. “Can we?”

“Anything you want,” you gasp out as he takes your neglected nipple into his mouth.

Your nipple piercings are a favorite of his, and he adores the reactions you give him when you play with them. So, as he licks, nips, and sucks the sensitive buds, he keeps his eyes glued to your face. He admires the way your head is thrown back in pleasure, the way your mouth is slightly agape.

You're so fucking beautiful.

Whines escape from you as he mouths at your breasts, and you begin to grind against his pants, the fabric provides the perfect amount of friction.

However, just as you feel some tension begin to build in your core, he stops.

“I want you to come on my tongue, not on my pants,” he states, looking you dead in your eyes.

His words go straight to your pussy, and you nod, removing yourself from his lap. He makes quick work of his clothing, and you stare at his large cock once it’s free. Unlike last time, you’re able to get a proper look at his length.

And boy, is it lengthy.

It’s visibly longer than average, and so, so girthy. One look at Rei’s lean frame, and you’d never guess he was packing all that. It’s slightly curved to the left, and veins decorate the shaft. Precum makes the tip glisten, and your mouth begins to water when you think about tasting it.

He allows you some seconds to stare before he grows impatient and guides you to his face, planting you on top of his mouth. His strength surprises you, but you don’t have time to dwell on it as he shoves his tongue into you, making you cry out. He wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping your pussy glued to his mouth and ass on his face. You lean forward as he sucks on your clit, your moans and the sound of Rei lapping at your heat filling your living room.

With a shaky hand, you place your hand on the tip of his dick, spreading his pre over the shaft. The feeling of your touch makes him groan against you, the vibration the sound creates adding another sensation.

Once he was lubed up, you take the head into your mouth, gently sucking and drawing a whimper from him. You swirl your tongue around, his taste tangy and salty, before you shove his entire dick in your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightens as the entirety of his length filled your throat, and you rest your hand on his thighs for balance. After letting him linger down your throat for a few seconds, you pull back until your mouth is just around the tip of his cock, sucking and licking it.

You begin to grind against him when pulls his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with it as you ride his face. He makes sure not to neglect your clit for too long, your juices coating his tongue and face as he falls into an arousing pattern.

The tension from earlier begins to build back up, and you focus on sucking him off with a renewed fervor, your hips matching the rhythm his tongue set.

The sounds the two of you make provide extra stimulation via vibrations, and create more incentive to keep going. So, you take him back down your throat, making him moan. In response, he refocuses his attention on licking and sucking your clit, the attention on your feminine bud making the tension release. Your movements begin to still as you feel your nectar drip onto his lips, the presence of his dick muffling your screams.

The taste of you flooding his mouth is enough for Rei to come, and his load fills your mouth. Like the expert you are, you gulp it all down and clean up whatever escaped from your mouth.

While you struggle to catch your breath, he removes you from his tongue, his eyes glued to your ass. The feel of it against his face felt excellent, and with it so close to his mouth, he was a little curious to try something. And since he was paying you to please him, he saw no reason not to. So, he adjusts you until your upper body is draped over the body of the couch, while your lower half is stuck up in the air.

Then, he gets to his feet and spreads your ass cheeks, his mouth watering as he eyed your puckered hole.

“What-”

Your question is cut short when Rei spits between your cheeks, the feel of his saliva on your ass making clench. Then, he uses his fingers to spread his spit around, making you gasp at the contact.

“I want to taste all of you,” is all he says before he replaces his fingers with his tongue.

You cry out as his tongue prods at your back entrance, the tip of it circling around your rim, before easing it into you. You force yourself to relax as his tongue dances around your puckered hole, plunging in and out of you. Briefly, you think about how filthy this is, but who are you to deny a client’s wishes? When the tight rims of your muscles slacken up as you become familiar with the sensation, his tongue fills your asshole, making you scream out in pleasure.

You begin to fucking drool at how good it feels, and any thoughts of how wrong, how utterly dirty the situation is, leave your head.

You buck against him, Rei keeping a firm grip on your hips as his wet muscle fills you. He thrusts it in and out of you, the taboo sensation making your clit begin to throb. So, while he pleases your ass, you bring a hand to your pussy and dip two fingers inside yourself, drawing figure eights against your clit to bring yourself closer to release.

Tears leak from your eyes as the pleasure becomes blinding, and when your orgasm hit, you’re seeing stars. Liquid rushes from you, dripping down your thighs and onto your couch, creating a mess you’re going to have to clean later. Not that you care right now. For someone who’s never given head before, Rei was a fucking pro at it.

As you come down from your high, Rei eyes your spent form with smug pride, pleased he was able to make you come undone on his first try.

You collapse onto the sofa, eyes focused on the ceiling as you breathe heavily. You haven’t had any cock yet, but you’re already fucked out. And, due to the sweat and come on your body, you were in need of another shower.

“What now?” you manage to pant out.

“I pay you?” Rei questions, wondering if there was anything else he was supposed to do.

You sit up and cock an eyebrow at him. “You’re not going to fuck me?”

A small smile spreads across Rei’s lips at your disappointed tone. “Not tonight.”

“Okay,” is all you respond with, eyeing him as he begins to clothe himself. Once he was decent, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wad of bills, holding them out to you. But you make a split-second decision to decline the money, shoving it away from you. “It’s on the house.”

Your words not only take him aback but also confuses him. “You don’t want to be paid?”

You shrug. “You’re nice to me, and I think that your kindness should be rewarded.”

He slowly nods and puts the cash away, a blush spreading across his skin at your compliment.

As odd as it may seem for an escort to decline cash, you liked Rei enough that he didn’t have to pay for his services. And, a part of you didn’t want him to pay for you. He actually treats you like a person and puts a great deal of focus on your pleasure. So, since he doesn't treat you like a whore, you won’t charge him like a trick.

You follow him to the doorway, neither of you minding your nude state. Rei tugs on his shoes and coat with his back to you, but before he leaves, he turns to you. “Are you sure you don’t the money?”

“That eager to go broke, huh?” you joke with a smile. “How about this, you pay me with dates instead of cash?”

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “Dates…?”

You giggle at his reaction. “I know it’s backward, us fucking then going out, but I’m down if you are.”

“You want to go on a date with me? he questions in a stupor, not sure how to react.

“Didn’t I just say that? Unless you don’t want to…?”

The latter possibility fills you with disappointment that you try to hide, his silence stressing you out and making you feel silly. No matter how much you liked Rei, and how kind he was to you, you were still an escort. And to most people, that was enough to make you undatable. Because, in the eyes of society, someone who uses their body for cash isn’t worthy of love.

After what seems like an eternity, he nods, making the worried tension leave your body. “That’d be nice.”

His answer nearly makes you sag in relief, and you beam at him. “Great! I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

“Okay…I’ll be seeing you,” he mumbles as he opens your door, waving goodbye before disappearing down the hallway.

As you lock your apartment up and get to cleaning up, a goofy smile is plastered across your face. For the first time in a long time, you open yourself up to the prospect of romance.

A/N: I just know Rei would be a freak 🤭

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jiminsblondehair · 3 days

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│ 𝓳. jungkook ￤obsessed.

a/n: OMGEE im so nervous to post this bc it took a lot of work nd idk if I like itttt😞😞 lmk if there’s anything that needs fixing but here it isss!!

⋆ ࣪.✩ got this idea from a pin I saw on pinterest and thought I should write abt it!! first time writing so ntm..anyway enjoyy ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

it was a warm summer night with a light breeze, the sun was setting and there was a golden hue in your apartment, your vanity was cluttered with all your makeup. from primers and foundation to blushes and lash sets— you reapply your 5th layer of summer fridays pink sugar lip balm, and with one last good look in the mirror, you decide your ready to show your best friend taehyung your final look. “do I look okay?” you question, not so sure if the pink summer dress your wearing looked so good.

“you look stunning,” tae knew you had little self esteem so he had been trying to get it up by saying compliments and such. “now do a little twirl f’me doll.” he muttered, you spun around in a circle, your dress sparkling in the sun and your hair flowing. “got all your stuff?” taehyung asked, you checked your purse and grinned at him.

“yup! im all good” you replied, hugging him one more time before you say goodbye and go on your date.

“call me when its done, ‘kay?” taehyung whispered, stroking your hair while swaying you side by side.

you nod in response, glancing at the clock that read 6:30 on your bedroom wall. “see you tae,” you squeezed him a little before letting go, with one last glimpse of your best friend you close your apartment door and head out.

the bell of the cafe door rang as you entered, you step in looking around for a pair of ebony eyes and thick jet black hair, you notice him waving his hand signaling for you to come over.

“glad you made it safe,” jungkook breathed out, his muscles relaxing as you embrace him in a hug. “thought you wouldn’t have made it”

“none sense! i wouldn’t bail out on you..” you mumble the last few words, but if jungkook wasn’t standing as close to you he wouldn’t have heard you. but he did.

you both sit down at the table and conversate for an hour or so, talking about how different life has been for the both of you since you’ve both started college. you may not have noticed but he had been studying your features while you were talking, like how you mess with your earrings when you talk—or how you reapply your lip balm after every 5 minutes. every little thing you did he noticed it all.

you both decide it was getting late and it was time for you to start heading back to your apartment, you knew you should call taehyung but considering the time..you didn’t want to disturb him. so here you are, having jungkook walk you home at 8 o’clock at night.

jungkook walks you up the stairs in front of your apartment, signaling that your guy’s date is over.

“thank you for today” you smiled, remembering the conversations you both had.

“anytime,”

you both study at each others features, you notice he does the triangle method which makes you giggle.

“what? do i have something on my face?”

“no,” you smile “you just look cute”

and without thinking you give him a peck on lips, while he stands there in awe.

you grin, “good night koo” and with one swift move you enter your apartment building.

the next day you wake up to see you got a text from jungkook earlier in the morning.

kook 🎀: hey! i really enjoyed last night, i was wondering if you would wanna go on another date w me to the movies some time? i know it seems sudden but there’s just something about you…hope that didn’t sound too weird but I would really wanna get to know you more.

sent 5:15

you smile to your self and replied to him,

me: hey koo, sorry for replying late..I slept in😣 but I would love to go on another date with you!! just let me know the time and when :)

read 7:45

kook 🎀 hearted this message.

deep down you know what has gotten him obsessed… you’ve seen ratings about your summer fridays lip balm having men be addicted so thats the main reason why you bought it. later on in the day you go on the website and write a review,

‘kissed a boy the other day with this on and now he’s obsessed with me so like… run don’t walk’

#bts #jungkook bts #fanfic #new writter #omgeee #jung kook #summer fridays #pink sugar #lip balm #bangtan #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Don’t fear the Reaper part 1

I got excited and wrote part one haha. Female character, swearing and COD typical violence throughout this series. Female x oc

A night at the pub goes awry, Ghost offers a helping hand, though that’s not the only thing you notice that night.

Don’t fear the Reaper, a popular saying about the inevitability of death. However, you were feared amongst many. You’d been with 141 for a while now and earnt your call sign ‘Reaper’, due to your extremely violent tendencies. There was nothing you loved more than watching the life drain from a persons eyes. The warmth of their blood on your skin. In fact you revelled in it.

On base those who didn’t know you, but knew of you gave you a wide berth. They felt uneasy. And honestly? You loved it. You loved making people feel uneasy, on edge. You kept to yourself mostly, preferring to observe and listen to your surroundings. You’d often be found either at the gun range, or on the mats sparring with some sucker who clearly had a death wish.

Tonight, however you were sat on the roof, dangling your feet over the edge like a child. You watched as you exhaled smoke, the sweet high of nicotine coating your lungs. The night was clear, stars peering down over you like silent protectors. It was peaceful, just how you liked it. That was until your phone vibrated next to you, a little soap emoji popped up. Smirking you rolled your eyes, wee Johnny, your closet friend here. His text was simple. Pub. Not a question but a command.

Jumping down you stubbed out the cigarette under your black boots and made your way down the stairs. Sending a kissy face emoji back to him. You swung by your room to freshen up, change of top, a swipe of red lip balm and a squirt of Baccarat Rouge 540. You slid your phone back in your pocket and gave yourself a once over in the mirror.

‘Reaper!’ He shouted excitedly down the hall, his accent thick and gravelly. God you loved his accent, any Scottish accent to be honest. ‘Hey Johnny!’ You smiled back, bounding towards him full speed. You hopped on his back as he made his way off base, you two were thick as thieves. But purely platonic, he had a girl back home he was planning on asking to marry him. You kept annoying him by asking to be his best man, constantly.

The pub wasn’t too far away from the base, a small country side pub which was normally filled with locals. Locals you had a love hate relationship with. Gaz, Price and Ghost were already there waiting for the two of you. They were all squished in a tiny booth, which looked ludicrous. Two chairs were placed outside the booth, at the end of the table ready for you.

The pub was warm and cosy, a stone floor and wooden beams adorned the ceiling. Pale white walls and a huge open fire in the centre, crackling in the background. Perfection. Two pints were already waiting for you by the time you arrived. ‘There they are! Take your fuckin time, Christ!’ Gaz greeted with a roll of his eyes. ‘Who put 20p in you this evening?’ Soap retorted, taking his seat. You followed suit, pulling your chair into the table and taking a sip of the amber liquid of the Gods.

‘Looks like you needed that’ Price laughed from behind his beard. You nodded ‘thirsty work making men submit all day.’

‘Not making em quit already I hope?’ Price asked taking a swig of his drink. Smirking, you shrugged, ‘not yet anyway.’ It was a well known fact you put new recruits through their paces during drills, especially sparring and close combat training. So much so that a few had quit mere weeks after joining, something you were quite proud of in fact.

Conversation and drinks flowed well into the evening. You stumbled back from the jukebox and eagerly awaited your song choice. ‘Better not be shit, I know what you’re like’ Ghost quipped. You feigned offence, ‘now sir, since when have I ever played shit. I am a woman of good taste I’ll have you know.’ He rolled his eyes before a small crease became visible in the outer corner. Fucker was smiling under that mask. You often wondered what his mouth looked like.

True Faith by New Order came on over the speakers, you flashed a grin to Ghost who met your gaze with some surprise. ‘Well?’

‘Hmm, not bad, I’ll let you off.’

‘Not bad?!’ You shrieked laughing, ‘this is a staple, an absolute classic. Pffft. Not bad. I’m offended.’ You swigged the dregs of your pint before standing, ‘my round lads, same as before?’ They finished off their drinks and a flurry of please and thank yous rang out among them.

The pub was busy, but wasn’t overcrowded, it was a nice atmosphere, relaxed. Putting the tray of drinks on the table you handed them out one by one. Handing Ghost his short of Bourbon his fingertips grazed yours as you passed him the glass. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered you, except he seemed to flinch. Looking up his eyes were already on you, burning through your mere presence. As you caught his gaze he looked away, desperately looking else where. Weird.

Evening turned into night, round two turned into three, turned into five. You were all starting to feel the affects of the alcohol, feeling merry and buzzed. You stood outside smoking a cigarette, taking a few minutes for yourself. Enjoying your own company until a group of men walked past, one deciding to try his chances with you. ‘Alright love? Nice arse you got there.’ You eyed him up and down, ‘thanks. Bit out of your league though a ain’t I?’ He approached your further. ‘She got a mouth on her this one. I like em feisty. Come back with me I’ll show you a good time.’

‘It’s a no from me. Keep walking, there’s a good lad.’ You pointed to the direction of the village. ‘Wasn’t asking, was tellin yah. Seems that mouth of yours needs putting to work.’ He came closer still, rage now rising in your blood. ‘I wouldn’t’ you warned, anger coating the tip of your tongue. ‘Or what?’ He squared up to you, pushing your buttons for a reaction, mashing them all together. ‘Or I’ll punch you so hard you’ll be shitting teeth for a week. Now. Fuck off.’ You stepped up to him, face to face, seeing the rage overflow from him. Clearly he doesn’t know what no means.

With him not backing down you offered one final warning. ‘Last chance. Fuck off.’ Scoffing he spat in your face, ‘bitch.’ And that was that, you saw red. Reeling back you planted a very hard Glasgow kiss on his forehead. As he stumbled backwards you pushed him, he fell to the floor with a thud. His friends then started shouting obscenities at you. ‘Oh fuck off. I’ll floor you n all if you want?’ You knew Price would have you for this, again. But you didn’t care, why should they keep getting away with it.

Due to the commotion the boys appeared at the door, seeing the larger men come to your aid the others ran off. Hoisting their confused friend off the floor and throwing him over their shoulders. ‘Think you’ve have enough love. We all have, back to base’ Price ordered. ‘He fuckin started it!’

‘And I’m finishing it. Ghost have a word, Soaps in the loo. Gaz grab her purse please mate.’

Feeling like a child you marched ahead to the base, furious at being shut down like that. With only a few short strides Ghost caught up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. ‘You alright?’ Whipping round you looked up at him, seething, ‘do I look alright? I get harassed and yet I’m the bad guy? Fuckin Price. He can be a real arse sometimes.’

‘I know, but…’

‘But nothing. Do you know how exhausting it is to be harassed and still be made out to be the bad guy. That it feels like I should just sit back and take it? Fuck no. And fuck you if you think that.’

‘I don’t think that. None of us do.’

‘He fucking spat at me. Pity I couldn’t cave his fucking head in.’

‘He spat at you?! Lemme see.’

In your heightened state you’d completely forgot to even wipe it off your face. A string of saliva hung from your hairline to your cheek. Ghost cupped your jaw with one had and wiped away the offensive substance with the other. He’s patched you up before, but never touched you, like this. Gentle. Caring. You felt the flutter of a butterfly’s wing in your stomach, a pin prick of heat rose to your cheeks. ‘Thanks, sir’ you murmured softly.

‘Oi!’ A familiar voice boomed. Soap came running up to you, hands fumbling over you making sure you were ok. ‘Price told me what happened. Heard you head-butted the wanker. Gutted i didnae see it.’ You ruffled his hair, ‘well I can head-butt you? Then you’d know what it felt like.’

‘Fuck off Reaper. Come on’ he motioned for you to jump up for a piggyback, ‘let’s get you back before you assault anyone else.’

You jumped up onto his back and secured you legs round his waist. Turning back you saw Ghost was still watching you, nodding you offered a silent thank you. His touch still biting at your face.

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A/N hit me up if you wanna be on the tag list chief.

@sashadiurnal @iamnotyourmusebitch (thank you for fuelling me with reaper inspiration)

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femmefatalevibe · 11 months

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Hi Femme Fatale,

I hope your day has been great. I’m 25 and

I have a very traumatized past of DA in the household from a young age. This unfortunately kept me from being with a man of value/or just making the first move to date. I don’t understand the “signals,” that men may send to women if they’re interested. I get nervous when I see a man I find attractive and/or my standard and I walk right past them or avoid them. It even happens when I see the men showing interest in me while passing: eyes widen, eyebrows go up, they’re eyes linger on me. I dress well AT times.

But idk. I’m single, I would like to date but I don’t see it happening for me at any point rn. I’m also awkward and I blurt out things. I don’t feel “sexy” or secure— I’m constantly apologizing to a guy (I’m interested in) about little things I may have done on accident. I feel like I have to change my wholleeee self, I usually am makeup less and I wear pretty good clothing but I’m saving up to redo my wardrobe. I don’t feel like the woman I aspire to be like: dream hair, clothes, makeup etc.

I have to save up for that type of woman I want to be.

I’m just overwhelmed and saddened that I am self sabotaging myself from dating.

I don’t mind being single but I do feel like it’s time for me, and I’m ready. But with the abuse I experienced and me running from men and only being friends with “unattractive” men as my safety.

I hope that makes sense

Thanks !

Hi love! I'm sorry that you've had to go through these traumatic events and that these experiences have left you with (understandable!) self-image issues. While the art of socializing and flirting is definitely helpful and is a learnable skill set, from what you've told me, it seems like the most pivotal thing you can do for yourself is to begin seeing yourself as desirable and finding ways to feel desirable in your daily life. You don't need to change your whole self if that doesn't align with who you feel you are, but your life is your canvas, so change any aspects of yourself that you see fit to align with the person you aspire to be.

I'm glad you're able to work towards dressing like your best and most authentic self – this practice is so helpful for self-confidence! If you want to experiment with a little makeup, try something subtle (like a tinted lip balm or gloss, a cheek tint, tinted moisturizer, or mascara) or wear a certain scented lotion/perfume/body bronzing lotion, etc. to see how it makes you feel.

However, your most valuable and priceless asset is your self-perception and confidence. Certain ways to enhance these aspects of your life are completely free:

Posture: Standing up straight, getting comfortable with direct eye contact and smiling (short bursts to build up to tension-creating glances), laughing and allowing your personality to show through in conversations, and maintaining open, relaxed body language

Self-talk: Engage in positive self-talk – whether that's through affirmations or simply telling yourself that the other person will love you before entering a room/conversation. Remind yourself that you're worthy and desirable until it becomes your default narrative. This one takes a lot of inner work and some time, but you can get there if you believe you can/let your emotions run their course throughout your journey

Self-pleasure: Having a consistent, effective, and fun self-pleasure practice is key for sexual confidence, which can only elevate your flirtatious energy in general and allow you to reclaim ownership over your body/sexuality. Consider trying an orgasm manifestation/ affirmation ritual to help reclaim both your sense of self-confidence and sexuality through one practice

Once you get reclaim your sense of self and sexuality, the external parts of the dating puzzle will come considerably more naturally to you as you will have the confidence and instinctive gut training available to help guide you along the way.

Hope this helps xx

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maxemilianverstappen · 6 months

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girl, we need your Lestappen fics! Or at least headcanons stories

I am a slow writer 😭😭

But here are two parts from a horror fic I am writing based on TS Elliot's poem The Hollow Men:

He couldn't love.

Charles simply didn't have the luxury of acknowledging love even if it had been given to him freely and in abundance. Even if it would have been right in front of him, waiting for him to recognize it and embrace it. He had a rival to best, Max. The man against whom he had been fighting for years since their boyhood and failing and failing and still failing. Still being a failure...

Their roads were so intertwined that Charles couldn't even recall if there was a time when Max had not been in his life in some capacity or a time when his shadow wasn't cast on his road. Always ahead, but never rubbing it in Charles’ face. Never obnoxious about his success. Deep down inside, Charles had always wished Max would have been an insufferable jerk about it, so that he had somewhere legitimate to dump all this anger and disappointment. Instead of carrying it around on his own shoulders…

And yet, all Max had ever given to him was soft smiles, gentle touches, and kind and thoughtful words. Sometimes, it all took one lilting chuckle from him, and it was enough to ease the pain and the rage brewing within him. Charles couldn't even acknowledge how desperately he wished that he didn't feel the need to catch and stop himself in the act of forgetting and letting it go after seeing that laugh and looking into those brilliant eyes and just not grimace internally at the way that he needed to remind himself to hold on his rage and disappointment, so that he could carry on and not give it all up there and then. It almost felt like falling in love. Almost…

And he didn't need that love. He didn't have the time to dissect how being the object of Max's sunny smile and single-minded attention both felt humiliating and also liberating. How it muddled his thoughts and made him lose focus, and how it almost tasted like a balm to the gaping hole in his chest when that hole was literally the sole thing that kept him continuing even though it was mostly just suffering. No matter how genuinely Max might adore him, it was futile. He refused to acknowledge it, put a name on it, and deal with it.

He had a dream to achieve.

I posted this part before, so, in case you missed it:

"There are an infinite number of ways to arrive at the inevitable. Today, which way do you want to try, which way would you like to exhaust?" The demon asked, clad in Sebastian's skin. The half bored half deprecating look in his eyes was judging Charles even more severely each new time he came face to face with him in this void. "Are you thick in here?" He spat, lips drawn back and showing his sharp teeth in disgust. "When will you realize you can't change the inevitable? When will you realize you can't have both things at once? Or do you no longer want to be what you have been desiring for so long, so strongly that it drew me to you?"

Charles looked back at the demon and held the manic blue eyes with determination, even though something was dying inside of him at each new try and each new attempt. "Never." He refuted firmly. "That's the bane of my existence."

Sebastian regarded him with contempt at first, and then his expression turned into gleeful sadism as he slowly walked up to Charles and pressed a talon-like finger onto his chest. "Then, he can stay dead. That's his destiny. For as long as you want that trophy, he has to die for it. And you have to watch him crash himself against walls for you to achieve your dream."

Sickness brewed inside Charles's stomach like some poison, but he kept the bile inside by holding onto his rage. He snarled at the youthful face of the Redbull's first golden boy, even though his eyes were filled with unshed tears. "There has to be a way." He bit through his gritted teeth. "There has to be a way to undo this. And I will find it!"

Sebastian snorted at the defiance, finding it both pathetic and irritating. "Go and try again, then." He pushed Charles back with inhuman strength and Charles fell and fell and fell backwards and then violently woke up to the same day, panting and whining at his fate like a wounded animal, the tears now falling.

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sometimesijustfeellikescreaming · 3 months

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Give Me Wings to Fly (3/?)

Ao3 - Part 1 - Part 2 -/- Part 4

Something was unsettling about Bucky’s conversation with Gale after his first mission. Bucky hated the way he couldn’t sleep the same the next few nights. It was as if his disillusionment towards the whole situation with the downed men made him a horrible person. Why didn’t he feel anything? He felt numb toward everything.

If there was one thing that Bucky hated more than the Nazis it was feeling helpless. Standing in the interrogation room overhearing every single thing that happened in the air while he was on the ground, unable to do anything for any of these men, Bucky could feel his heart racing and his palms sweating. You didn’t tell me. Gale’s words from earlier echoed in his mind like a knife to the gut, twisting until he felt like he might keel over. He was stronger than that, but the conversations in the room kept echoing in his ears until he heard nothing and saw nothing.

His eyes swept across the room until they found where Buck and his flight group were sitting going over what they remembered. He watched the sullen looks on each of their faces, the way Gale’s eyes which usually glowed with such light were grim and void with the things he’d seen. Bucky knew the feeling but he hated to see it in his best friend. He knew this was war, knew this was inevitable, but he wasn’t even in the air with any of these men to help. He was on the fucking ground and for what? Doing what?

Bucky continued to pace up and down the center of the room in his mandatory observation, though he hardly saw anything; hardly heard anything. His eyes, when they did see, saw Gale and his group; his ears, when they did hear, heard the occasional shouts or cries from groups recounting particularly horrid details from their flight.

Bucky knew he was walking since the room was moving around him, but he didn't feel his feet beneath him. He knew he was breathing since his chest was moving with the effort and his breath continued to pass his lips. He knew his eyes were moving and blinking because his world moved and darkened in patterns. Despite these things, Bucky did not feel connected to his body as these things happened. It was as if everything was happening to someone else. He wasn't sure he felt anything at all.

It didn’t get any better as the week wore on. Every day men from the 100th went up on flights and came back down. Every day more men came back injured. Every day men didn’t come back at all. Every day Buck paced the interrogation room with glazed eyes as the noise ran past his ears while brave men, haggard by missions, recounted every last detail they could recall and then more they only vaguely remembered from the horrors they saw and the things they had to do all while Bucky stood on solid ground useless to them all.

Bucky knew Gale was worried about him. Not that Buck said anything, but his eyes told all like usual. His gaze lingered on Bucky during meals, quiet and discerning, before he placed a hand on his shoulder in silent support. Not a lingering touch, but a firm, steadying weight that said he was there if Bucky needed him.

There weren’t words for what they were going through out there in the war and both of them knew it. Gale’s grounding presence was an unexpected balm to ease the disquiet of Bucky’s turmoil. He felt seen in a way he wasn’t sure he ever had been before by this man that he had met so recently — yet maybe Gale Cleven knew him better than anyone else ever had. Bucky wasn’t sure what to make of that except to take what comfort he could in the presence of his friend.

It was the night before the new CO was set to arrive and the raw emptiness that clawed at Bucky’s insides was still eating away at him. He and some of the others from the 100th spent the night drinking since they didn’t have any flights coming up. Gale hadn’t come out with them, but that was fine with Bucky. He needed to escape this non-feeling for a little while. He hoped he could find something to feel in the drink.

By the time the light started to crest on the horizon, he and Curt had found their way up to the wing of one of the planes. Bucky had a bottle of beer and kept sloshing out a little bit at a time for each man he’d lost this week. By the time he finished, the bottle only had a sip left for himself. Damn Nazis took everyone he met, every good man that walked through the doors of the base. And for what? Why did they have to die? Why was this war so goddamn long? When would enough be enough?

There were no answers to Bucky’s silent questions nor the unfairness of any of the deaths he’d had to live with this week alone, so he just turned and threw the bottle from his white-knuckled grasp at the body of the plane right next to where Curt stood.

Bucky wanted to feel again. He wanted to feel anything. He called Curt over to hit him and, though the man hesitated at first, he finally relented. As knuckles connected with his face, Bucky felt the world come into focus for the first time in days. He spread his arms wide and crooned at the sky. It didn’t fix things, but at least he felt something. The fog of the last week was already lifting and Bucky could feel the world around him clearer by the minute. He felt lighter already.

About damn time, too, since he had to meet the new CO in the morning. Or now? Curt said it was now. Damn.

Bucky came out of his meeting with the CO demoted but hardly disappointed. Not being able to go up and fly with everyone because of his rank, being on the ground — well, it wasn’t what he came to England to do. He would do whatever the brass asked him to and make his time giving the Germans hell worthwhile, but flying, piloting, being up there with his men? That meant everything to him even if it scared him absolutely shitless every single time. The last week had proven that to him more than anything; he was meant to fly.

However, he was also fairly certain Gale Cleven had something to do with his change in roles on base. It was just like the quieter man to do something like that. If there was one thing Bucky had learned about Buck over the months he had known him it was that he was thoughtful — a man of action rather than words. Bucky was determined to see what involvement he had in all of this.

Gale was in the mess with Jack right where he expected him this early. He sat across from Buck and broke the news to him. Buck didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised, though Jack left upon learning that he would be the new air exec. Gale continued to avoid eye contact with Bucky, a sure sign he knew more than he was letting on.

Bucky dragged the details out of him, and sure enough, Buck had commented about where Bucky would do best to the brass. Buck had helped him more than he knew. Maybe there had been others as well, but Bucky felt an irrepressible swell of warmth fill his chest knowing that Buck would do something like this for him. His friend saw him suffering with his position to the point that he mentioned it to those who could put him somewhere he wanted to be. Not only that, but it actually worked and now the two of them would be on flights together. They would both be in the air as pilots making a difference just like they talked about so many times back in basic and in training in the States.

Bucky looked away, holding back the grin that threatened to split his face at the emotion welling up inside him. Instead, he focused back on the rest of the meeting from that morning. Just mentioning the letters to the families of the boys they lost was enough for Buck to offer to help him write them, and once again, Bucky was hit by a wave of gratitude for the man in front of him. He was struck by the memory of that night before he shipped out for England when he told Buck he didn’t know why they were friends, but this. This right here. This was why they were friends. Gale Cleven was a good man who always had Bucky’s back, who always looked out for him, and was always willing to go the extra mile by his side if Bucky had to walk it.

Bucky leaned across the table and tried to convey that back to Buck. It’d be me, and it’d be you, Buck.

Somehow, he wasn’t quite sure Buck understood what he meant when he responded by saying not to count on it. Yet he remembered when he said those exact same words to Buck a few weeks before when they sat in the bar back in the States the night before he shipped out and maybe Buck understood more than it seemed. Bucky felt that grin from earlier light up his whole face.

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Compersion. Chapter 1.

Words: 1874 Warnings: alcohol, mentions of nightclub bathrooms (which if you’ve ever been in one, you’ll know what state they get in and why this is a warning), mentions briefly of drug use.

Chapter two will pick right up after this but let me know what you think so far? _

The women’s toilets are a mess, leaving you disappointed but not surprised. The air is filled with perfume and body spray. The floors are covered with water, spilt drinks and piss. Toilet roll is strewn on the floor in cubicles, condom wrappers are littered in the corners between the toilet and sanitary product bin and vomit splatters around some of the bowls themselves from someone with poor aim and a weak alcohol tolerance. The cubicle next door sounds as though the occupant is powdering the inside of their nose. Had you not double checked the door before walking in with Beth, you wouldn’t have guessed it was female territory. You’ve covered the seat with paper before sitting down and can hear others outside the stalls singing and gossiping as you try to pee.

It’s just after 1am and the clubs are starting to come alive. The dance floor is heaving, you can’t escape the bar area without losing half of your drink because someone has bumped into you to get past to claim the spot you’ve just left open and the mating game was well and truly on. Everywhere you looked it was men prowling, eyes flickering between the bodies to see who they’d like to try their chances with, women dancing and throwing lingering looks at the ones they’re already envisioning going home with. Couples, whether established prior tonight or have just met, are grinding against one another, tongues mixing in each other’s mouths as their arms lock around one another protectively staking their claim. Already drama has begun and several people have been thrown out and still the night was young.

You’re pulling your underwear back up and tugging your dress back into place before flushing the toilet when you’re met with Beth the second you open the cubicle door, blocking your way out and making you interact with her.

“Do you know who is looking good tonight?”

“Don’t.” You already know whose name is about to come out of her mouth and you’re not looking forward to what will undoubtedly follow when the two of you leave this bathroom.

“I’m going to. Ash.” she says it anyway despite the stern look you’d given her. She almost looks giddy with excitement and your stomach churns.

Choosing to ignore her stupidity, you walk past her and head over to the sink to wash your hands and sidestep two girls who were hanging onto each other as they laughed hard about something. Their happiness brought a smile to your face but it quickly fades when you make eye contact with Beth in the mirror.

“Don’t you be like this with me.” she pouts before facing herself and begins to adjust her boobs, pushing them together and making them sit better in the strapless bra.

You dry your hands as you continue to watch as she fluffs herself, humming along to the song that plays out throughout the club as she begins to touch up her lipstick. “You always say that,” and then you end up sharing my bed for a week when he ghosts you, you mentally finish the sentence, not wanting tonight to end in tatters over him once more. You push your hair back into place and walk to the other side of Beth to the full length mirror that has just become available and you turn this way and that to ensure you look your best, even if it’s just for yourself.

“Ah, but this time I’d be using him for sex. Not the other way around.” You can see that even she doesn’t believe what she’s saying.

“If you’re going home with anyone tonight, it should be with me.” You add, running the lip balm over your supposedly kiss-proof lipstick and rub your lips together before giving an exaggerated kiss.

“Should,” she says with emphasis and you already know it’s a losing battle. You love her dearly but boy do you want to knock some common sense into her. “Besides, getting dicked never hurt anyone. Am I right?” Beth announces and you can’t help but laugh when someone in one of the toilets shouts out

“Unless it’s an ex baby girl, go ride that dick.”

“What does she know anyway?” Beth whispers as she grabs your arm and leads you back out.

You’ve been left to fend for yourself as she heads to the bar, leaving you alone at a table near the action of the dance floor but far enough away for a smidge of privacy and so you’re not wrapped up in the thick of it. The club staff assigned with glass collecting move around clearing away any empty drinkware they find, while their expression shows that they are so done with tonight's crowd. Apologetically, you hand the two normal and four empty shot glasses to the girl barely out of her teens and give her a small smile which she returns before moving on.

There’s a few people that you recognise, with some that you would really, really rather not have seen but for the most part, the atmosphere has remained upbeat and positive and most importantly, Beth seems to be staying away from Ash.

“Are you alright?” You hear spoken directly into your ear. Turning, you come to face the owner of the voice and stare into the blue eyes of a brunette. “My friend wants to know if you’re single.”

It’s a line that is as old as time and it never gets better hearing it from a new person. “And can your friend not ask me themselves?”

“He could, but he’s a bit shy,” she grins. “And he doesn’t want to come out VIP.”

“Bit of a dick move though is it not, for someone so interested in me?”

“Oh, he’s going to like you.” She says, lips curving at the corner as she studies you.

“And who is your friend?” You ask, trying not to look over at the VIP section that’s roped off and away from the mere commoners that you’re surrounded with. “Do I at least get a name?” You try to see if any of them are looking at the two of you, but no-one seems to realise anyone is missing from their table, much less trying to see how the situation is going.

“He’s called Ben. Do you want me to introduce you? I can take you over?”

“My friend will be back with our drinks. Which table is he at? I can walk across myself.” you say as you gesture to the one nearest to you.

“I can come back and wait for her.” You glance over at the crowd waiting to get served and spot Beth speaking with Ash, hanging off his every word as she laughs at whatever it is he’s saying.

“I’m Sam by the way,” she says. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I get it. You have no reason to trust me. Text your friend, hell, take a picture and send it to her if it’ll make you feel more secure.”

Though you hesitate, you find your lips moving and the agreement to go and see her friend comes out. You know this club like the back of your hand and so when mystery girl leads you past the usual VIP booths and through the part to get into upstairs overlooking the dancefloor and offering extra privacy to truly VIPs in the form of celebrities instead of people booking the roped off section for £150 for the night, you know this is no ordinary meeting.

Mark, one of the bouncers that you know from nights out gives you a big grin and pulls you into a hug when you step forward for one.

“Not with trouble tonight?” He asks, giving you a little squeeze before letting you go. Most club security were sleazy, no two ways about it, but Mark kept his hands to himself and made sure the girls were safe.

“She’s supposed to be getting our drinks, but she found Ash instead.”

“Same shit, different weekend,” he rolls his eyes and you pull a “what can I do?” expression. Mark, like you, has seen this play out far too many weeks to know how this will end. “Are you both going upstairs?” He asks, looking between you and Sam.

“2.” She confirms with a nod.

“And if Beth comes looking?”

“Send her up.” Sam replies, “I can wait for her.”

Mark confirms he will and gives you a little nod that it’s all good before letting you both progress further.

Your heart hammers against your chest as you try to keep yourself calm, desperate not to trip up as you follow her as quickly as you can. This part of the club was all new to you, security up here was different. Not only were there so many more of them, but they made the men on the doors look like amateurs.

“Ready?” She asks as she continues to walk, making you almost skip at the side of her to try and keep up.

“I guess? I don’t know if I should be nervous or not.” You give a small laugh.

“That’s good.”

“Who are you to him?”

“Their friend.”

You’re about to question why it’s not “their” and not “his” but before you can say anything else, she’s already pushing the door open. Inside the room is a mix of men and women, the table in front of them is overflowing with glasses, bottles, buckets of ice, extinguished bottle “sparklers”. The room opens up onto the balcony, allowing the view below to be taken in. Allowing them to look over everyone. A staff member of the club stands to the side, ready to complete any drink orders required.

You scan the room, trying not to stare anyone down but you try and work out who here is the one who has picked you out. No-one seems to be waiting for you, though some cast a long glance over you as they try to work out why you’re here. Sam places her hand on your back and gives you a warm smile when you look at her.

“Are you still sure? I can take you back down.”

“Yeah, I think I’m good.”

“I’ll be here. I won’t go.” She says and between her and the club staff member stood watch, you feel a little more settled. Mark knew you were up here and you trusted him to come check if you were gone too long. It’s not until she moves you through the group that you recognise one of them sat on the couch, back against the seat, legs parted, glass in both hands which hangs between his thighs. His face is tilted upwards, a smile on his face as he talks to the person who is leaning against the balcony, his attention on the one sitting.

Their faces have been everywhere, a good proportion of the country has been backing them, your work colleagues have their names on their backs. If you didn’t know who they were, it would be a surprise.

“Trent?” Sam says, gaining the attention of the two men before you and finally, you find yourself under the gaze of Liverpool’s Trent Alexander Arnold and Dominik Szoboszlai.

forever non smut: @yagetintoit |

Compersion: @friedoperatorsportsangel | @footballfangirly |

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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what are some of your big sister recommendations for products girl? You literally radiant big sister energy

firstly, appreciate that so much it means a lot 🥹🫶🏼

okay so like I could delve into a lot of products in different sub sections but I’ll try keep it as brief as possible! I don’t like clutter therefore I try buy with purpose I buy more expensive stuff for quality over cheaper stuff for quantity.

travel:

I travel a ton so good suitcases are a must!

I use the black American tourister Bon Air cases which are HERE however they’re hella expensive on the website I got mine at Costco so check there!

While travelling I use my beats headphones to block out crying children and annoying boyfriends which are HERE they are the best for noise cancelling you do not need the apple ones.

there’s more under the cut 🫶🏼🤍

athleisure & clothes:

I live & breathe by sketchers… call me old but I LOVE THEM. I’m on my feet a lot when I work in sports events like if I’m at a racetrack I’m on my feet 4am-11pm that’s a lot and on ice you need good shoes so these are my faves:

ultra flex 3.0

tough talk

other shoes I just buy from anywhere I know the quality is good, name brands don’t bother me. I have wide feet so things like vans & converse aren’t really my style because they break so easy.

fabletics have amazing leggings if like lululemon is not in your budget! They do a new joiners deal on leggings just remember to cancel your membership or you’ll be charged next month!

I get the define Powerhold high waisted 7/8 in short because I’m 5’6 and I prefer to see my ankle in trousers!

lululemon wundertrain high waist are good too!

lululemon align tank & as I said before this makes ur boobs look great

all of my hoodies are men’s from abercrombie or my own brand which isn’t live yet so watch this space all my sports apparel lovers

jeans are all curve love from abercrombie

bodysuits I live and breathe are either Abercrombie or Skims

I also get my daily leggings from love leggings

accessories;

sunglasses are a massive must especially if you drive! I have a massive fat head which means my glasses need to be quite wide so I got mine from Dolce & Gabbana

My jewelry comes from a bunch of different places but some notable ones

my hockey number necklace from M Jewelrs

my name bracelet is from Etsy I also ordered one with my last name because I love it so much

Earrings I get from any worthy jewelry store it doesn’t need to be expensive.

makeup;

not all of my makeup but my die for products!

concealer - TEINT IDOLE ULTRA WEAR ALL OVER CONCEALER

Powder - Huda Beauty easy bake

Eyeshadow - morphe 9t

Contour/Bronzing - Pinkhoney BFF face frosting just a cheaper version of Chanel!

skincare;

I had horrible cystic acne so I try not to overwhelm my skin with products! With that being said I use:

face wash: either regular dove soap bar or eucerin dermatoclean

toner: eucerin dematoclean toner

Eye cream: ole henrikson banana bright eyecream

Vitamin c serum: ole henrikson vitamin c

Moisturisers: Keihls ultra facial cream - if you can try get this out of duty free as it’s 1/2 the price! I get mine when I fly into Paris or Toronto or I get my mans to bring me it from Detroit airport

I also use eucerin hyalaron-filler day and night cream

Lip balm: eucerin acute lip balm

for my body I use all of the eucerin urearepair products

I also use their sunscreen everyday

haircare;

I use olaplex EVERYTHING shampoo, conditioner, the conditioning treatment

I use fanola purple shampoo

and color wow styling products like the dreamcoat etc.

scents:

perfume:

ariana grande cloud is the best smelling thing ever people hug me just to smell it & the intense one

Mugler angel

these sprays from bath & body works

warm vanilla sugar

vanilla bean noel

#big sister talks

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msfbgraves · 11 months

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[[Doing that trick with bringing in refreshments during a meeting and brushing up against him.]] Can we see that in action? Like, Terry’s in a Mob meeting, and there’s his pretty little Omega bringing in some homemade snacks, offering them to the lot. Lucky bastard, that Silver. Maybe one of the Alpha there lets his gaze linger too long, and Daniel senses trouble, so he lets his touch linger on Terry to soothe him, maybe stays a little longer in the room so his scent calms Terry down.

"What are you doing, Mama?"

Daniel looks up into the mirror to see his youngest boy. "Anthony! Come here, baby." His little one is as happy to snuggle as any of his puppies, but Daniel can honestly do with a cuddle himself. "I'm going to help Daddy," he says, pressing his nose into his curls. The boy lights up at the mention of his father. "Can I help Daddy?"

"I'm sure you can help Daddy loads when you're a big boy, hm?" He kisses the little cheek, and his son grins. Then he looks longingly at the make-up. "Can I be pretty too?"

"You are pretty, my love." He takes out the strawberry flavored lip balm anyway. "Open?" Anthony does, and he can feel a little shiver of delight go through the small body. "Pixie dust?" Daniel says as he applies just the tiniest amount of bronzer. (It's all about the feeling of the soft, big brush to the boy, anyway.)

Then he combs his son's locks and pins back a few curls. "Why don't you go pick out a nice flower for your hair with Auntie Jessica, baby? You can show Mama and Daddy after." Satisfied, the boy runs off, and Daniel lets out a deep breath.

Time to put on his battle face. It's the first time they are trying to buy an officer.

You can't simply order a cop to take your money. There's always some inherent disdain on both sides, and play your cards wrong, they might start an investigation.

Also, the strongest ones are not for sale.

Terry has a weak spot there, he doesn't respect weak men. He extorts them. Needing them, actually needing them, is foreign to him, which makes this a tough tightrope to walk. What to extort someone who has so little with? What influence to offer them?

Omega.

Daniel knows the type such Alphas want, too - soft, shy and servile. It's why, of course, in his first meeting with Terry, he did his best to appear anything but.

But now, his knocking on Terry's door is timid, though it comes not a moment too soon. His mate is agitated, Daniel can sense it. His first instinct is, as ever, to run to his mate, and he follows it this time. Not usually. Normally, he's a plotted distraction. This time, he is selling a dream.

He stands very close to his mate, but offers the plate of snacks with lowered eyes, head tilted down - if he does take care to hand Terry the cocktail with no alcohol in it.

Terry is having none of it. He takes Daniel's platter, puts it on his desk in front of him, and pulls Daniel close against his body. Protective instincts, then,against a strange Alpha his mate can't completely control. Yeah, he's frazzled. Daniel's Pop never reacted this strongly.

"Baby," Terry whispers. "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Trust me," he breathes against his mate's collarbone, cuddling in just slightly. He can feel his Alpha's body relax as if they were in bed. "I made your favorite, sir," he says then, more loudly. "Arancini, and olives in chili oil."

The other Alpha stirs. "That sounds delicious."

Daniel's shock is not completely feigned. You'd think he's in heat, the way the man sounds. He gives a small look, cuddles back in. Still, he squeezes Terry's arm. Trust me.

"Excuse my mate, officer Jones," Terry drawls, giving him a little push. "Honey, we have guests."

Honey is code. He never calls him that. Now, Daniel approaches the man with perfect, finishing school poise. "Excuse me, officer. May I offer you some refreshments?"

"How gorgeous," Jones says, and the double meaning wouldn't even be lost on the furniture. "Turn around, sweetheart, I want a better look."

Daniel swallows. "It's all in the taste, officer."

He laughs. "I bet." Before Daniel can react, he's up, yanking the platter out of his hands. "Sorry about that," he says, steadying Daniel with another hand.

Yeah, no. Daniel has half a mind to topple forwards and douse the man in alcohol, but instead he drops sideways, away from him, and right into Terry's path, because his mate will have taken that as a challenge and is indeed running over. "Sorry, I'm so clumsy," Daniel squeaks, but is in fact kind of relieved to feel Terry's arms around him. Not in the least because he cannot fight this way.

"That's OK, mo cuishle," Terry says. "Why don't you go check up on our babies, hm? We'll finish up here, soon."

"Thank you, sir," is so soft he can barely hear it himself. He nods at the Alpha. "Please enjoy, officer."

His grin is revolting. "No worries, sweetheart," he says, and Daniel squeezes Terry's arm again. Nearly there.

Still, he's shaking when he closes the door behind him. That was vile. Did Pop ever have him serve dirty cops? He'd have to ask Ness.

He lingers close, keeping half an eye on Yasmin and Sammy, covering Anthony in flower crowns outside his window. Listens to the sounds of Robby practicing his very first chords; Eli and Gianni trying to construct something out of bottlecaps.

His puppies.

His world.

He stays away as he hears the door slam, the voices of the two Alphas as they say their goodbyes. Then, running footsteps and he's spun around the room.

"You did it!"

He smiles, holds tight.

"He took it?"

"Ha!" Terry's eyes are gleaming. "Offered me more than I asked for. Wanted to get with your sister."

He snorts. "Nessa? She'd have his kidneys for breakfast."

Terry pulls a face, then sweeps him back to his sitting room. Daniel clings on. "Terry what?"

But Terry sits him down in his desk chair, gives him a mock bow. "Don Silver."

He looks at him. "Terry, this was personal. Not business."

He stands behind the chair. "Oh, Danny love. When will you stop lying to yourself?"

He closes his eyes. "You can't turn me into something I'm not."

He crouches down beside him. "I didn't. It seems that all I need to do is get out of your way."

Then he kisses him, and Daniel stops thinking.

#silverusso #mob au #knights and pawns #omegaverse

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foreficfandom · 2 years

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Dior's Dreamskin Fresh & Perfect Cushion Broad Spectrum SPF 50 in "020 Light Beige (light: neutral undertone)

Ralph Lauren's Ralph's Club Parfum

NARS' Afterglow Lip Balm in "Torrid (sheer warm coral)"

Luke Pearce (夏彦 - Xià Yàn)

Lancôme's Teint Idole Ultra Wear All Over Full Coverage Concealer in "320 Bisque Warm (medium skin, warm undertone)"

Drunk Elephant's Lippe Balm

LANEIGE's Water Bank Blue Hyaluronic Cream Moisturizer

Caudalie's Vinofresh Natural Aluminum-Free Deodorant

Why these choices? Well, let me tell you!

Like many professional men in Asia, Artem wears a touch of makeup par his typical work outfit, especially if you're the face of the company. Which Artem definitely is, he appears on media every time he finishes a case. A touch of powder for the flash cameras, a dab of hairspray to smooth out his hair. During the boomer era, it was considered fruity to even wear cologne to work, but times are different now. He almost never branches out from his favorites. He doesn't even shop in the boutiques anymore, he just replaces his stock using online shipping.

Virtue's Frizz Smoothing Spray is odorless, and helpfully lightweight for its medium-thick hair focused formula. Artem has a modestly thick mop on his head, and without just a bit of product, it'll lie annoyingly flat and frizzy, especially if its humid. He sprays it at the roots to give it lift.

He gets Laura Mercier's Tinted Moisturizer in shade "2W1 Natural", which is for light skintones with warm undertones. It's a light-to-medium formula, perfect for covering up eyebags and smoothing out the face, but light enough to avoid looking like a patch of rubber. Oil-free means it's not gonna add extra shine to his Asian complexion, and he knows that SPF protection is vital for healthy skin. Most of his workday is spent in front of blue-screen monitors, so liquid products are best for avoiding a weird unnatural glare reflecting off your face.

Farmacy's Lip Balm is a forever staple in his pocket. He drinks so much coffee and not water, his lips are forever cracked and patchy. Without a good lip balm, he'd be peeling all over his chin and that's not proper for Stellis' youngest senior attorney. One swipe of this can last hours. It's flavorless and has only the mildest scent, so there's not a sticky smell right under his nose all day.

HERMÈS' Terre d'Hermès Eau Givrée is on the subtle side of perfumes. It's piney and citrusy, reminicent of a sophisticated summer breeze. Most people describe it as an 'older gentleman's perfume', 'cause its decidedly not sugary or spicy or fun. But it's professional, and suits Artem's reserved personality.

Vyn didn't start wearing makeup daily until he moved to Stellis, but he had prior experience with wearing cosmetics for the public eye. When he saw that a) professional men of Asia like to wear makeup on the reg, and b) he looks good with the proper products, he made that effort to build up a boudoir of luxury beauty products. Unlike Artem, Vyn knows he looks especially beautiful and he likes to primp it juuuust a tad. Shopping for the proper products can be a struggle for white guy Vyn, because the more luxurious you go, the less inclusive they'll be. He's got a cool-toned complexion, fine hair, and dry skin, which is the opposite of Asia's target audience.

Vyn couldn't find proper designer hair products for his hair type, so he went down the line a bit to get BondiBoost's Hair Thickening Styling Spray, which is a more modestly priced brand and that secretly hurts Vyn's bougie soul. But he can't deny it works wonders on his very fine, very delicate hair. It's a texturing spray that clings to the roots to provide lift and volume. He also likes how its unscented, because he thinks most scented hair products smell like ass.

Speaking of bougie, La Mer's The Powder comes in a teeny pot and costs more than a week's worth of groceries. They market it as appropriate for everyone, but it's obvious that it's formulated best for people like Vyn; it has a radient finish to help combat dull dryness, it's not completely translucent and has the slightest pale cast, and smooths out the fine lines that drier skin gets. But its hefty price comes with quality for sure, and it does its job amazingly well.

Armani Beauty's Acqua di Gio isn't the only perfume he owns, but it's one of his favorites for work. It's long lasting and appropriately strong, but doesn't give off any one particular ingredient. It's best described as just "fresh", or "aquatic". Working with mentally ill patients means that he can't have any aggravating sensory distractions, so he applies just enough to make sure it's not gonna reach across the distance between a psychologist's chair and a patient's bed.

Givenchy's Rose Perfecto in "002 Vital Glow (transparent coral)" provides both color and hydration. It also contains the tingly plumping agent that swells your lips just a tad, which thin-lip Vyn appreciates. Not as tingly as many lip plumping products, it feels more like a subtle minty freshness than a dentist's numbing gel. He, unlike Artem, enjoys scented lip products and likes the floral smell it gives off, it reminds him of his garden.

Unlike the other three, Marius loves makeup for its artistry, and is not afraid to wear the colorful, or wild, or niche. Which is easier said than done because his PR team gets on his ass if he dares go to class in green eyeshadow or a chrome metallic lipstick. He might like to say that they can't tell him what to wear, but Marius is pious to his family, and doesn't dare destroy his own image in a way that might affect them, too.

He gets the Urban Decay's 24/7 Waterproof Eyeliner Pencil in the more natural "Zero (Black)" than their "Perversion (Matte Blackest Black)", so he can pull off a more convincing 'thick lashline' look rather than full on goth. With some mascara and eyebrow pomade, Marius has popularized a famous 'casual bedroom eyes' moment. This pencil will stay on all day, whether its through the college grind or sweating it in the business conference room, so much it'll takes several swipes of a makeup remover to get it all off.

Dior's Dreamskin Fresh & Perfect Cushion is an infamously expensive liquid foundation, available in four shades. One of which fits Marius' spring/fall complexion. So this is his daily go-to, it's lightweight and evens out his skintone just enough, while providing lots of SPF to upkeep Marius' delicate richboy look for years to come. If he's got blemishes typical of any 20 y/o, this product also meshes well with any additional concealer without separating or curdling. Honestly, wearing something so luxurious is more for the PR than the foundation itself.

Ralph Lauren's Ralph's Club Parfum comes in a sexy opaque matte glass bottle reminicent of a whiskey flask. And its scent matches its ridiculous 'manly' marketing; it's woody and spicy with cardamom, patchouli, and the deep warmth of vetiver wood. It doesn't match Marius' general appearance and personality, that's for sure, but it matches his natural BO. 'Cause young Marius is surprisingly potent smelling, shall we say, and a deeper, spicier perfume goes best with him.

NARS' Afterglow Lip Balm caught Marius' eye just by its name, same with their 'Orgasm' blush palettes. It only gives the slightest bit of color, and it wears off pretty quickly, but that's exactly what Marius needs because colored lips tend to look too childlike on his baby face. So he keeps this in his pocket throughout the day to make sure his lips aren't dull and dry, but not rose pink like a porcelain doll, either.

Luke didn't start wearing most of his current products until MC came back into his life, and one day he looked into the mirror and noticed all those blemishes and acne scars and freaked out just a tiny bit. After googling "beginner makeup for men" for an afternoon, he got his hands on some skincare staples, and a cosmetic or two. Most are only for date nights, he doesn't wear concealer when undercover in the field, or investigating throughout the city. And if he's being honest, he doesn't particularly like having makeup on his face, it feels weird and kinda gross to him.

Lancôme's Full Coverage Concealer is full coverage, and by god will it cover up any bruises, dark shadows, healing cuts, scars, etc. Heck, even interviewing people while investigating goes over better if he's not walking around with a black eye, so this concealer was a great discovery for Luke. It's not just for his face, he applies it anywhere clothing can't cover, like hand-shaped bruises around his neck, or a purpling cut around his forearm.

Luke didn't start balming his lips until he started caring about looking more pretty for MC, so he picked up the boutique brand Drunk Elephant's Lippe Balm which contains all natural ingredients, and has no smell or color. He feels better knowing that the goop he's spreading all over his face doesn't contain any cheap, harsh chemicals, 'cause he may have a biology degree, but he has no idea how [insert chemical here] might affect topical skin. It helps that he doesn't have particularly dry lips, so the natural ingredients of this balm fit him just fine.

LANEIGE's Water Bank Blue Moisturizer is an Asia-orienting brand that focuses on oily/combination skin. This product is very lightweight, great for Luke's sweaty, active lifestyle so there's no clogged pores, and he enjoys its light scent, which is that 'vague luxury smell' which makes him feel like he's injecting a paycheck into his face. Growing up, he didn't even bother washing his face with soap most of the time, so this moisturizer has a lot of catching up to do.

Caudalie's Vinofresh Natural Aluminum-Free Deodorant is by far the only deodorant he's tried (or owns), but he still owns no cologne, so he had to get something better than supermarket Dove for Men if he wants to impress. This stick is a clear gel that won't leave those ugly white stains on his black shirts, and it moisturizes the skin, too, which is great for regulating sweat and oil. It's another all-natural product, which means it's not at superbly powerful as the synthetic ones, but it's healthier for the delicate underarm ecosystem.

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