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  • [hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.
  • [eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.
  • [mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.
  • [face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.
  • [skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.
  • [build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.
  • [chest]: (potentially nsfw) what size are their breasts if they have them, nipple colour and shape and size, do they have visible muscle definition/abs, etc.
  • [groin]: (potentially nsfw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, "unusual features", also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.
  • [hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.
  • [legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their gait, etc.
  • [feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usualy stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.
  • [other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.

honestly??? zack is chilling w trini in her room one day and notices her make-up and how bomb it makes the eyebrows and cheekbones look so he’s like Yo, lay that shit ON me and he gets his cheekbones contoured and feels like he’s achieved a 200% level up like “i look fine as hell. my cheekbones? could literally kill someone.” he SWAGGERS into the pit (he had trini set his face so it wouldn’t mess up during the dive) and is 1000% more insufferable the entire day. he visits kim’s room one day too and just starts fucking around on her vanity and she probably steps out of her bathroom and zack has just like, completely messed with her nude palette and has a choker on probably.

Updated WIP of Cully. I have no idea how to paint facial anatomy sob

GREY AREA. (M) | 02

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

“and maybe sometimes we shout the things we never want to say, and whisper to ourselves all the things which our hearts want to hear.” - ma.c.a

pairing: min yoongi x reader
warnings: mature, heavy angst
genre: soulmate!au, slowburn
words: 6,805
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Two days later you are sitting at a table located outside a small cafe that you and Yoona often find yourselves at. Whether it be because it’s nearest to the college you both attend, or how cheap their beverages are, you both are always returning to the quaint little building.



You sit with one leg crossed over the other, hair up in a messy pony tail, back pack hanging lazily off of the chair your back is pressed against. Arms strewn across the surface of the table carelessly, and mind not letting you focus on the words spewing from Yoona’s perfectly glossed lips.


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“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Is something bothering you, McCree?”

McCree quickly averts his gaze, pretending to look down at his phone. “Not at all,” he replies, pretending he hasn’t been caught staring at Hanzo like a lovesick puppy–again. “Little tired after that mission, but that’s about normal.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Hanzo frowning, unconvinced. “No,” he says, “there is something. Tell me.” 

McCree forces himself to maintain a neutral face. He and Hanzo are the only ones on this shuttle, headed back to Gibraltar after a short excursion in London, so there is nowhere to hide and nobody to turn to for help. “Ain’t nothin’ to tell,” he says, a little more forcefully. It’s a bold-faced lie–there’s always something on his mind when he’s with Hanzo–but he’ll just have to hope Hanzo lets it go.

Instead, though, Hanzo sighs heavily. “I know there is something,” he says. “You may not act like it, but there is. I am your friend, McCree. You do not need to hide.”

“Would you just let it go?” McCree snaps, and immediately feels guilty for doing so. “Sometimes a man just doesn’t wanna talk about something. Let it go.”

“So there is.”

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“On the contrary, I am almost certain it does.”

McCree’s heart gives an extra-hard thump against his ribs. Has he been that obvious? He always feels like he’s bleeding out his feelings all over the place, ready to be caught at any given moment, but he thought he was hiding it well enough. It was harder during this mission, when it was just the two of them fighting together against their enemies, but still, he thought he had gotten out okay.

Hanzo continues, unaware of McCree’s fears. “I have seen the way you look at me, when you think I cannot see you,” he says softly. “I cannot tell what it means for certain, but …”  He clenches his fists in his lap, then releases, flexing nervously. “Have I done something to upset you?”

McCree’s breath catches in his throat. “No, Hanzo, not at all,” he says. “Probably the opposite.”

“Then what? What about me has you so distressed? I can only think of one other thing that makes you look at me the way you do, and it seems even more unlikely. I only thought of it because Genji mentioned it.”

“Well, I ain’t mad, so what’s the other thing?”

Hanzo’s mouth shuts with a click. He looks embarrassed suddenly, and averts his gaze to somewhere near the floor. 

“He suggested,” he says, through gritted teeth, “that you might have feelings. For me. He was not so delicate when he was suggesting this, but nonetheless.”

McCree’s heart drops to his gut. Damn Genji, the meddling little shit. Now McCree’s in trouble no matter what he says–and he has no idea whether it will be worse to admit it, or continue trying to lie his way out.

But Hanzo’s too astute to lie to, especially when he’s already suspicious, and McCree would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn’t want to admit it.

He forces himself to look up at Hanzo. His gut twists around his heart as he says, as evenly as he can, “And what would you say if I told you that was true? That I like you so much I can’t stop starin’?”

Hanzo breathes in sharply, loud enough to be heard, and snaps his gaze to meet McCree’s. McCree clenches his teeth and pulls up every ounce of willpower he has just to not look away. 

A long, silent moment stretches between them. McCree starts to contemplate the odds of his survival if he throws himself off the shuttle. 

“I suppose,” Hanzo starts, slowly and deliberately, “if that were the case …”

He trails off. He uncrosses his arms and starts to reach across the gap between them, then hesitates, gauging McCree’s reaction. McCree holds perfectly still. 

“I suppose,” Hanzo starts again, as his fingertips curl gently against the back of McCree’s neck, “that if that is true, I might … do this.” He leans in, achingly slowly, eyes locked on McCree’s.

McCree doesn’t move as Hanzo kisses him. His lips are warm and dry, surprisingly soft, gently cradling McCree’s bottom lip in a gesture so light and sweet that it makes McCree’s chest ache. It lasts only a moment before Hanzo draws away, and McCree can see the faintest dusting of pink on his cheekbones.

“I do not mind,” says Hanzo, barely above a whisper, “if that is the reason you watch me.”

Something New (M)

Characters:  Jackson Wang (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader)

Genre:  Smut

Length:    3,041 words

Warning/s:  Dry humping, Nipple worship, nipple clamping (weird but, I guess that me haha), multiple orgasms, I guess nothing else? LOL

Plot:  Your boyfriend wanted to try something new on one lazy, Sunday night using… clothespins?

A/N: OK so this idea just came up when I saw a random article I read online, and I just cannot get it out of my head. And for those who had requested Bobby, don’t worry, because I will be writing another smut for him as well with kind of a similar idea, or maybe not, but I will surely write one for him :) Enjoy lovelies!


Netflix, a box of pizza and a litre of your favorite soda, you on top of your boyfriend with his hands groping your ass and your arms around his neck, kissing him until you two had gone breathless, how else can this lazy Sunday night be even more wonderful?

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