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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Just To Spite You

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Requested: Hi, I would like to request something It's for the jack Dawkins book The reader's father is throwing a party and invites a lot of people including jack , the reader's enemy. They hate each other, the thing is there is such a thick tension between them they can't deny it but it has to be a secret

I stood at the top of the staircase doing my best to hold my breath and keep out of view. I looked down at myself in my little heeled shoes too tight for my feet, my tight stockings, my endless crinoline, bird cage of wicker, petticoats, my corset on tight enough to strangle me, and my huge uncomfortable gold glittering ballgown around me, the top off my shoulders but tight to my skin so much it would truly mark me, my long sheer glittering butterfly sleeves almost to the floor, A band of teal blue ribbon around my waist, my hem and as a choker around my neck. I had skin-tight white gloves to my elbows already glimmering from the glitter that had fallen from my dress, a ring around my finger with a large blue gem attached to the bottom my dress so I would not have to hold it to move or dance, My hair had taken hours or meticulous combing and curling and now allowed to hang freely down my back. I hated to look at myself. I felt uncomfortable. Out of place. But this is what my father wants for tonight...

Tonight was my father's Grand ball he holds each year, and this year I was a grand piece of it.

I had always been a decoration for his grand balls but tonight was different I know my father is desperate to wed me off before I will begin to be labelled as an old maid or thornback, it already brought him such rage that I was even a spinster.

"If I may announce, formally. My daughter Miss Y/n Y/M/N Y/l/N!" He called out and the party began to applaud.

I sighed and stepped slowly down the stairs knowing the sort of madness if I were to trip or worse fall down the stairs. I stopped at the landing of the stairs looking out the the party, full of eligible men and a few couples of high local importance. They all looked impressed by me but I just felt awful. As soon as I could I grabbed a drink and hid myself in a corner trying to not be passed or looked at much, not easy in this glitter of a gown.

Men often came up to me to greet me so I forced a smile and a nod a drank more.

"Having fun?" A smirking voice spoke up I glanced to my side and saw a familiar sight... admittedly He'd cleaned up.

Dr Jack Dawkins leant on the wall a pair of well-shined shoes, black trousers, and his usual shirt but it was actually white. Good god I didn't know he still owned any that were still white and not an off-grey from washing blood out, a light cream waistcoat with a slight teardrop pattern to it, a white tie around his neck and a black jacket folded over his arm, his hair well fixed without its usual fluffy frizz and his hands clean... or well as clean as one can get a surgeon's hands without bathing them in acid.

"Ohh yes, Thrilling." I sighed downing the rest of my drink at the mere idea of the two of us having to... be nice to one another.

"You're father's gone all out."

"He will. He does. He's a social man."

"And you're a recluse."

"I am not a social recluse Dr Dawkins, I meer wish to spend my time socializing with people with high intellect and important things to say."

"That's why you're talking to me?" he smirked,

"No. You are neither of those things so if you could kindly take your buggery blonde butt elsewhere that would be... Marvellous." I sighed as I saw a drinks tray go past so I quickly took one and so did he,

"Pompous Old maid" he muttered

"Butcher."

"Whiner"

"Coot"

"Witch"

"Uneducated scoundrel"

"Patronizing Princess"

"irritating malevolent"

"Snobbish toffee nose"

"illiterate Phiilistine"

"exasperating Spinster"

"Crude vagabond" I complained, "will you go away!"

"I would, however, every woman here is married, courting or an utter idiot. And at least you can hold a conversation."

"Even if I'm going to insult you."

"Insult me all you want just please don't talk about bloody flowers. I can't hear anymore."

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"You're father invited me."

"Why? He knows about my... feelings towards you."

"I believe he mistakes our hatred for sexual tension," he said,

"Why would he do that?"

"At least he sees you talking to me, even if we are arguing. And let's face it most husbands and wives are like this after five years so... maybe he just thinks we are getting a head start" he said sipping his drink

"You are one of the most insufferable men I have ever met Mr Dawkins."

"Dr Dawkins. You're going to insult me you can do it correctly Sweetheart."

"Do not call me sweetheart!" I glared

"Why? Are you gonna fight me in your glittery little dress sweetheart?" He smirked moving closer and bending himself to make eye contact like you would with a child given he was a whole head taller than me "Or better yet take it off and we can go upstairs."

My response was to simply throw my drink in his face and march off elsewhere.

Unfortunately, I was found by my father who forced me to begin the usual nonsense, I now had to dance with any man who asked it of me and of course many did. I found it utterly nauseating being held and dancing with these men only interested in me for my father's money all while on display to everyone meaning if I pulled a face or acted up everyone would know. Luckily it would soon be over as most of the eligible men invited I had now danced with.

This man finished up with me kissed my gloved hand and returned to his friends, leaving me before him.

Jack stood with a wide smirk his jacket now back on he bowed and offered his hand, I did my best to hide my face but I'm sure I turned red with anger.

"Don't you dare," I whispered letting him take my hand and giving it a sweet kiss

"Ohh I will princess. Just to spite you" He smirked holding my hand in his own he grabbed my waist and forced me close enough I could feel the buttons on his jacket, I sighed and moved my hand to his shoulder,

"I am going to dispice every moment of this."

"I think I'm going to enjoy it," he smirked as we began to dance, he lead of course even if at times I did fight with him luckily many others danced too so we could speak even in hushed tones and I didn't have to be as careful hiding my emotions

"Do you have to hold me so tight my father will get angry?"

"Ohh that's the plan, I want us to be close."

"Why?"

"well half because I can make your father suspicious, and I can see down your dress."

"You just get more and more insufferable don't you Dr dawkins."

"Ohh I do, it's awfully fun." He chuckled "Christ I can feel the glitter on your dress flaking off in my hand"

"Perhaps I shall send you home glittery and sparkling,"

"You would wouldn't you."

"I would. Just to spite you."

"God even your perfume is infuriating" he whispered in a sly tone as we danced doing a good spin or two,

"Ohh I live for the moments you spin me away, Dr Dawkins,"

"Ohh why do you get a moment of peace from my arms?"

"No, because for a few brief seconds, I don't have to smell your blood-laden aftershave."

"Perhaps I smell bloody because I'm a vampire about to bite your neck sweetheart."

"You bite my neck, and I chop your dick off," I said purposely forcing him to spin me out but he quickly spun me back into his chest

"Ooohh feisty" He smirked

"At least my drink somewhat covers your aftershave."

"Well then I thank you for making me more palatable"

"Ohh you're far from palatable."

"You know, you're not a bad dancer."

"Neither are you, surprisingly." I sighed "How did you get this good?"

"So I'm good am I?"

"For a butcher."

"I was in the navy, you'd be surprised how many officer's balls you attend. You pick things up."

"I imagine all the ladies wanted to dance with you,"

"Ohh they did, but I save my skills for the pretty ones."

"so I'm pretty am I?"

"Gorgeous Sweetheart." He whispered

"Don't call me sweetheart." I glared digging my nails into his hand

"You are adorable when your are angry, like a little pixie."

"One of these days Dr. Dawkins, you're going to wake up with me over you."

"Ohh I'm betting I will" he smirked

"And I shall drive your own scalpel into your heart."

"Ohhh sweetheart, such a violent little thing you are." He smirked, "Just remember you do anything to me, I will haunt your every waking moment, I will be the face you see in your nightmares and trust me you'll be having nothing but."

"Just dance doctor." I sighed

"Why? Are you enjoying our dance? or do you just like a man having you in his arms."

"I've been dancing in men's arms all night."

"Not boys. A Man sweetheart."

"Ohh I would love too, shame I don't see any men here tonight."

"One of these days I'm going to have you tied down on my operating table."

"Ohh? Didn't know you were into that sort of thing Dr Dawkins."

"Ohhh you'd be surprised by the sorts of things I'm into."

"Ohh getting rejected by little ladies? even after you saved their lives."

"You know. I'm a doctor."

"As you keep saying."

"One of these days you'll need my help, you'll be laid on my table, and only I will be able to save you."

"Ohh? And you'll let me die I suppose out of pure spite?"

"No." he smirked as we finished our dance he took a step back and brought my hand to his lips giving it a firm kiss never breaking eye contact "I'd ensure you live. Just to spite you." He smiled "Goodnight Miss Y/l/n"

"Goodnight Dr Dawkins."

"It was a pleasure," he smiled wickedly before he headed back into the main mess of the party.

Ohh, my god... I hate that man.

why does he have to be so..... Ughhh! there isn't been a word for that man!

I fixed my dress a little before I noticed.

MY RING!

It's gone!

Ohh and I know just the slippery eel who took it.

"Miss if I may-" A man began trying to dance with me

"Not now." I snapped lifting my dress and marching through the party to find Dr Dawkins, and I spotted him leaving the main room so I rushed after him grabbed his jacket and yanked him into the music room empty for this evening

"What the hell!" He yelled

"My ring I know you stole it!"

"I haven't stolen anything."

"Liar!"

"Ohh you come to admit I've stolen your heart?"

"Give me my ring Jack! it was my mother's give it back."

He rolled his eyes and handed me my ring back

"You are... the most unendurable peacockish Lobcock of a man I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!"

"You are the most horrendous upstart of a woman I have ever met!"

Both of us were red in the face from yelling, our blood boiling I wanted to kill him to throw him across the room but I grabbed his shirt and he grabbed my face and we kissed with more passion and heat than I had ever felt in a kiss, his lips soft and gentle as we slowly kissed in utter silence. It was... the most amazing kiss of my life.

We stopped and moved away from each other both of us gasping and trying to comprehend what just happened between us.

"What the hell was that..."

"I have no idea."

"Do you wanna fight me or fuck me jack!"

"I don't know!"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't know. you're a ...complicated woman and you make me feel... Complicated"

"Complicated?"

"Some days, I swear to god I could strangle you! but... I also want to hold you and kiss you"

"I...I admit I want to slap you so so badly but... I also really want to kiss you." I answered, "Did you wanna do it again?"

"God yes!" He gasped pulling me back to his lips, I happily kissed him back stroking his neck and tugging on his hair, and he backed me against the closed door "Ummm you evil little witch! all this time all you've done is wind me up, I want you. I need you. I swear to god I will tie you to my bed tonight and have my way with you kicking and screaming if I have to."

"I want you too. I need you too. I want you forced on my bed until you beg me for mercy"

"Ohh I wouldn't beg you for mercy. Just to spite you."

"Then I'd never scream just to spite you."

"Ohh I'll make you scream sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart."

"Ohh I will," he smirked

"We must stop"

"We must."

"I don't want to."

"Me either."

"But we must." I gasped moving away "We must. We... we must build a wall between us. These emotions they must... never be revealed."

"No... they mustn't" he nods

I found myself unable to not stare but he also couldn't help it, as we stood five feet from each other wanting nothing more than to be in each other's arms

"Beleive me... if your father and his party were not on the other side of that door." He said, "I would throw you on this floor and ruin you."

"As would I you." I answered "But... we cannot. People will hear. people will talk. We can never be together."

"Why not? this is a ball to find you a husband isn't it?"

"why would I ever want to be married to you!"

"Because we can't resist each other. You know it. I know it. Our anger has always been just boiling tension... take my hand. and come with me to see your father. Let me marry you. and I swear our lives will be nothing but enthralled passion and ecstasy."

"I do not wish to be married."

"And you can't avoid it. you know you can't your father will wed you to the first of those boys who ask... and you know your life could be infuriating if you were married. At least if you marry me you know it will be."

"Passion made fade in time."

"If it does... it will be too late. I will be yours. your will be mine. I do not imagine our passion fading but if it does, I will keep you in my arms, love you endlessly, and make love to you with the passion of tonight. Just to spite you."

"if we were to marry, you must understand that I will have to trust you... and if you break it Dr dawkins. I will see to it that your life is miserable and I will never ever give you peace, just to spite you."

"Understood. marry me. Be my bride. And I swear I will suffer with you all of my days." he said taking my hands

"....Marry me. Make me your bride... so we can suffer this fate together for the rest of our lives." I stroked across his face

He pulled me to his lips and we kissed with such hunger, such passion and love.

"I love you sweetheart,"

"Love you too Jack." I smiled laying my head on his chest and he rested his chin on my head

"Come on then, let's go see your father before some boy tries to snap you up, sweetheart."

"Alright jack" I smiled holding his arm as we returned to the party.

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camuflajesims · 4 months

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CAMUFLAJE -Be My Valentine Collection - Dress with Gloves + 2 Sets of Lingerie (PATREON)

This collection includes - 2 Dresses, 2 Lingerie Sets, Earrings, Chocker & Nails

EARLY ACCESS (15/03)

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* New mesh

* Compatible with the base game

* HQ

* All LODs (I recommend using it on very high settings)

* Total 11 Swatches

Heart Lingerie :

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* Compatible with the base game

* HQ

* All LODs (I recommend using it on very high settings)

* Total 12 Swatches

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* New mesh

* Compatible with the base game

* HQ

* All LODs (I recommend using it on very high settings)

* Total 14 Swatches (matches choker)

All meshes are made by ME. I do not allow conversion to other games or re-coloring.

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bellakenobi · 3 months

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Download my Six Townies Makeover!

Sim File Share | Mediafire

No custom sliders, except for Sclub's eyelashes sliders, were used (and only on the girls)

CC list is included in the .zip and also below the cut.

I have all EPs and SPs

TOU: Do whatever you want with them :)

Skin: Kurasoberina's Primer (default)

For the girls: Eyelash mesh - Eyelashes N1 - Eyelashes N3A

Ashley:

Hair - Eyes - Lipstick - Blush - Eyeliner - Eyebrows - Top - Nose Piercing

Amy:

Hair - Eyes - Lipstick - Blush 1 - Blush 2 - Eyeliner - Eyeshadow (#4) - Eyebrows - Top - Short (Somi Shorts) - Earrings - Choker - Bracelet (from Store's Prism Art Studio venue) - Nails - Lip Piercing - Glasses

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Kara:

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DeAndre:

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 6 months

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At the Cabaret Pt. 2 | Tommy Shelby x fem!character

Summary: After agreeing to help Tommy, Lenore realizes exactly what working with the Peaky Blinders entails. Espionage doesn't come as easily as she'd hoped. Tonight is the night that she tries to get at Kimber, just as Tommy asked.

Warnings: Heavy misogyny, objectification, sexual harassment, mentions of sexual assault, and emetophobia. All around pretty heavy stuff and it'll only get worse so please read with caution!! Written from a historical perspective, music included in the storyline are in a 20s style. Please don't interact if any of these topics are uncomfortable or upsetting. Take care of yourself!

word count: 3908k

I've Got What It Takes- Virginia Liston 🎶

Maschin- Bilderbuch 🎵

Chelsea Dagger- The Fratellis 🎶

Not proofed- my b folks!

She shared a flat with some of the dancers around the corner from the Cabaret. That’s where she woke up the next morning and where she got ready for rehearsal. She slept in till 2 and took her time gathering the costume materials she’d been working on that week. She and Lucy walked over together, barely speaking, shivering from the cold. For Lucy’s own safety, Lenore hadn’t told her what had transpired in the spare dressing room. She let her assume that all Tommy wanted was to seduce her and that maybe he’d been successful.

They conducted rehearsals with a pianist but the full band came in later in the evening, closer to show time. Her number for that evening was one of the more promiscuous routines she’d prepared.

She changed into a nude colored bodysuit made of stocking material. The hem around each leg was lined with faux pearls, framing her pelvis. There were clusters of pearls on each breast and on her cunt. A train of white ostrich feathers was pinned at her tailbone and brushed the floor below. She had a pearl choker and long white satin gloves. The zipper on the back of the costume was hidden by a trail of pearls down to her coccyx. Lucy added sticky pearls to her eyes and temples, someone brushed light blue shadow like a mask across her eyes and the ridge of her nose. She got her shoes buckled and a large white cape before going up to the stage. She went on alone, her hands holding either end of the cape together.

“Good evening, boys!” She smiled flirtatiously. The men called back, the air warm from their boasting and drinking.

“Gee, is it cold in here to you?” She asked innocently, shivering. The men shouted different responses and she shifted her weight onto her left hip.

“Hmmm, we better warm the room up before I take this off, boys.” She suggested and the men whooped. “Now, how can we do that?” She asked and waited for the men to whistle and shout.

“I’ll warm you up, love!” One man hollered.

“Oh don’t I know it but, that’d ruin all the fun, wouldn’t it?” She purred into the microphone. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll sing a little song and you’ll all clap because you’re such good boys and you know that I like my praise, right?” She teased and the men applauded excitedly, “And it’ll get me so hot and bothered that I’ll have to take this thing off, won’t I?” She smiled and stuck her bare leg through the slit in the coat, the crowd roared. “All right then, band, you heard the men.” She called over her shoulder to the band. The band started playing “I’ve Got What It Takes” and she turned her back on the audience, strutting slowly upstage towards the curtain. She shrugged off the cape, showing off her bare shoulders with the small trail of pearls starting at the nape of her neck. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled the cape back on and hugged it around her waist. When she turned, she kicked her leg out and hiked up the cape to show her bare thigh. She returned to the microphone and shrugged the cape off of one shoulder and started to sing the racy song with a pouty rasp.

I’ve got what it takes

but it breaks my heart to give it away

I’ve been saving it all for a mighty long time

To give it away will be more than a crime

She searched intentionally for Billy Kimber in the audience, checking all of the usual tables. The house was dark for the show but she managed to spot him by the wall of oxidized mirrors on her right. He was seated close to the stage in a large booth, full of men she assumed were his partners. Kimber had sent her flowers before but he’d never sought her out, he liked to get what he wanted without a fight and she always put up a fight. She knew having Tommy there would put him on edge, encourage him to show Tommy who’s turf the Cabaret club was and which girls he owned by extension. She would be grouped into that, however, she’d never had a real conversation with him. She looked for Tommy in the audience but couldn’t find him in the mess of drunkards and fat cats littered around the small tables in the front section of seats.

Your eyes may roam, your teeth my grit

But none of my small change shall you get

I’ll let you look at my bank but

I’ll never let you feel my purse

She shrugged off the cape of the other shoulder and held the cap against her breasts. The audience could see some of her legs through the wider slit in the cape and she teased the men by moving them to the beat. She dared herself to look at Kimber and invited his gaze back as she sang, a small promising smile tugging at her lips. He smiled slyly, his lips curled like a villain. He glued his eyes to her as she slowly shifted the cape around her body. The trumpet solo started and she tugged at the cape’s edges, dragging them around her breasts and waist. She moaned dramatically as she removed her arm from one sleeve and let the cape on one side drop, revealing a costume that to any man in the audience, looked as though she was actually naked below the sticky pearls (though she arguably was because the stocking material was so thin).

Holding the fabric against her crotch, she cupped her breast with her other hand. The crowd hollered with approval, demanding more, so with one more twirl, she tossed off her cape to a stagehand and hurried back to the microphone with fast feet, repeating a section of the song.

I’ve got what it takes

but it breaks my heart to give it away

I’ve been saving it all for a mighty long time

To give it away will be more than a crime

Daddy, take your hands away

I believe in safety first

The crowd laughed as she pulled a condom from her shoe, trailing a finger from her ankle bone to her cunt and then up to the air. She threw the condom into the audience and returned her suggestive eyes to Kimber.

Now you want my money

And my plan to save it all for a real good man

It breaks my heart to give it all away!

She finished and bowed to the clapping audience.

“Thank you, boys! I think that really worked, I don’t know how I'm gonna put clothes on now, after this!” She joked and blew kisses, blowing one pointedly at Kimber who raised his hand to catch it. When he lowered his hand, he grabbed at his bulging crotch and she hid the way it made her stomach turn, trying to smile. She stalked off the stage and caught a bucket just in time to vomit. She wiped her mouth and gagged again.

“Gee, you pregnant, Nore?” Clara whispered when she came up for air, she was waiting to go on.

“No, just nerves.” She lied with a groan and apologized to the stagehand who had to clean the bucket after. She went back down into the dressing room. When she sat down at the dressing table, she caught herself crying in the mirror and wiped away her tears. Lucy came in a few minutes later with a glass of water.

“Nore, you’re so pale. Drink some water now.”

She took the water from Lucy and took a few sips but her stomach turned again. “Could you get me some whiskey, Luce?” She cradled her head. Lucy hurried into the spare dressing room and fetched her a small glass of whisky.

“Is everything ok, Nore?” She asked softly, eyeing the younger dancers watching them.

“Yeah, Luc. It's nothing, I promise. You know how I hate to go out in things like this. I always think I'll be fine and then I see how they react and it scares me.” She tried to cover it up with the story and downed the whisky in one fast motion.

“What are you gonna do now since you don’t have a second performance tonight?” Lucy asked.

“I want to get out of this.” She reached behind her head and unzipped the bodysuit.

Johnny came rushing in and the changing girls shrieked in surprise.

“Jesus, Johnny. Don’t you fucking knock?” Lenore held the fabric to her chest.

“Sorry, sorry. This couldn’t wait. Billy Kimber invited you to join him in his booth for the rest of the evening. What should I say?” He cleared his throat anxiously.

Her eyes widened and she stuttered, “Sure, let me change. I’ll be out there soon.” She agreed quickly and Lucy exchanged looks with Johnny. Johnny nodded and hurried back out.

“Sudden change of heart about the cats you dislike so much, Nore?” Luce teased with raised eyebrows.

“Something like that.” She grimaced and let her bodysuit fall to the floor at her feet.

“What do you want to wear?” Lucy asked as she went through Lenore’s small collection of normal clothes saved for moments like this.

“The brown silk, I think.” She combed her hair as Lucy selected the dress from the rack. The dress looked like a camisole with a paneled skirt. She slipped the dress over her head and wiped away the blue makeup from her face. Lucy helped her remove the sticky pearls and put them carefully back into the makeup box. She chose a darker lipstick and straightened her white gloves. “You should wear the mink,” Lucy handed her the white mink coat she shared with Clara when they met wealthy clients.

“Good idea.” She nodded and put it on quickly. She headed for the door when Lucy yelled out suddenly.

“Nore, you forgot stockings!” She pointed to her bare legs and Lenore chuckled.

“Even better.” She let the door close behind her and exited out the side door into the audience. Johnny was introducing a short dance number while Clara changed for her second act. She approached Kimber’s table with a calm smile. He stood and stretched out his arms.

“Your best performance by far!” He praised in his slippery tone of voice that always sounded like he was whining.

“Aw thanks, Mr. Kimber.” She bit her lip and nodded at the table, “do you have room for one more gal?”

“We sure do, doll.” He shooed the people over to make room for her. She had no choice but to take the seat between Kimber and another man, the accountant or lawyer from the academic look of him. She straightened her dress when she took her seat and purposefully brushed her hand against the boy’s thigh, testing to see if he would be much of a threat while she was sweet talking Kimber.

“Sorry!” She whispered sweetly and he blushed harshly.

“Fine, ‘s fine.” He scrambled to move a little more.

Kimber slid into the booth beside her and whistled for a passing waiter.

“What does the lady want to drink?”

“Whiskey, please.” She winked at the waiter and put a hand on Kimber’s shoulder, resting her chin on top of her hand. “Thanks, daddy.”

“Anything for Lady Lenore.” He laughed and the rest of the table laughed with him, she smiled. “Who’s on next?” He gestured to the stage full of dancers performing choreography.

“Clara Whitney.”

“Oh, isn’t that the girl with the fat ass?” Kimber shouted across the table at his buddy and they laughed heartily. The waiter returned with her drink and she took a long sip, hoping to escape the current direction of conversation.

“Aw, don’t be jealous now! I’m sorry, doll.” He placed a hand on her knee and dragged it upwards to her thigh. “Say, were you really naked beneath those pearls?” He whispered in her ear, spit flying against her neck.

“I never reveal my tricks, Mr. Kimber, and I always keep my secrets.” She smiled seductively, “do you have any secrets to share? We could swap.” She laughed lightly and rubbed his thigh with her gloved hand.

“Well, doll, what would you say to a new club owner?” He tipped her chin up and smiled, showing his yellowed teeth and lingering sour breath.

“How exciting Mr. Kimber!” She squealed, “will that make you my new daddy?”

“Owner, sponsor, and boss, the big man himself.”

“That’s such a good secret… I don’t know how I could possibly come up with something better!” she whispered and wiggled on the seat.

“Oh, I think you know what I want to hear, doll.” He pushed his hand up farther to the silk lining of her underwear. “Exactly how naked were you beneath those pearls?”

“Abso-tutely bare, daddy.” She gasped and he laughed.

“That’s music to my ears.”

She downed the rest of her glass and laughed loudly. “Is that the only reason why you’re buying the club, Mr. Kimber, so that you can see me naked?” She teased, swatting at his chest.

“That’s the best reason, doll. And besides, I wouldn’t want your talent wasted on Small Heath criminals.”

“We get only the best criminals, huh?” She fixed his pocket square and winked. He smiled and nodded.

“Smart girl. Now sit back and be pretty, let’s watch the next girl.” He signaled for more whiskey from the waiter and draped an arm around her shoulders, his hand indiscreetly squeezing her tit. “Is this fake fur, doll?” He laughed harshly and she grimaced.

“Is it that obvious?”

“I’ve never seen an animal that looks quite like this, doll.” He laughed again and patted her cheek, “once I own the whole of this block, I’ll buy you a fur coat. A real one too.” He whispered against her ear and she tried to smile gladly.

“You’ll spoil me, Mr. Kimber!”

She managed to excuse herself after Clara’s number pleading exhaustion.

When she passed Kimber, he grabbed her wrist and spoke darkly into her ear.

“You’re a fucking tease. I’ll expect something more next time, yeh?” He spanked her hard and she stumbled forward. She said nothing and smiled. Escaping through the stage door, she almost ran to the dressing room. When she closed her eyes, she saw his waxy face and curling tongue that threatened to violate her. Tommy had backed her into a corner with this favor. Kimber would expect more from her if she kept asking questions and flirting for answers. Tommy had promised that he’d look out for her but she hadn’t even seen him in the audience that night.

Small Heath criminals, that’s what Kimber had called them and she gripped the edge of her seat with all her strength. He used Small Heath as an insult, oblivious that she was herself from the working-class neighborhood. God, she hated Tommy for this but she hated Kimber even more.

…

Tommy was waiting for her at her flat, smoking a cigarette against the brick siding, his hat pulled down to hide his eyes. She shooed Lucy inside the flat. He waited till she had closed the door behind her before speaking.

“How’d it go tonight?” He looked around the street to make sure no one was watching.

“Fine. You know, I really don’t like this Tommy. The things I had to do to get him comfortable enough to tell me things… I feel like I’m trapped. He’s going to make me do things, I’m sure of it.”

“It won’t happen. I’m giving you my word, it won’t.” He shook his cigarette gently with each word. She looked into his eyes and blinked away stinging tears.

Taking a breath she started, “he has plans to buy the cabaret and eventually, the whole street. I don’t know how he plans to do that while you already own or protect most of the businesses on the street. It sounded like he was planning on taking them if he couldn’t buy them from you.” She said slowly. “He didn’t say anything else but it’s clear he has something planned.” She pulled the mink closer around her chest and shivered.

Tommy nodded and looked up at the neighboring apartments.

“Good.” He said finally and she sighed softly, releasing clouds of air into the dark around them.

“What are you going to do, Tommy?” She asked.

“I'll put two blinders by your father’s flat starting tonight.” He put out his cigarette beneath his shiny black boots and looked at his pocket watch. The church bells would soon ring three times. Day laborers would wake in two hours at 5am.

“That isn’t what I meant.” She shook her head and he studied the glass casing on the streetlight beside us, his face lit up in the warm yellow light.

“I know.” He brushed her off and she kept herself from laughing, finding the whole interaction too overwhelming to treat seriously.

“I thought you had asked to see me last night because you wanted to fuck me. Use me like one of your whores but you didn’t. You’ve changed like we all have but despite what you believe, Tommy, my brother’s best friend, is still in there.”

He swallowed and put his watch back into his pocket. His eyes bore into her, picking apart her soul like a daisy.

“You think so?” He asked with a hint of skepticism, his brow raised.

“Yeah,” she nodded and tried to calm her anxious heart, “yeah I do.”

He smiled painfully and laughed, “You and Polly seem to think I’m a better man than I am.”

“We’ll have to see,” her head felt fuzzy from the whiskey, “for all I know, you're a horrible man.”

“That sounds more realistic, Lenore.” He answered honestly and stared her down, a warning: you guessed correctly, Nore.

“Maybe but you’re not like Kimber, Tommy. I work at a Cabaret, I get to know men fairly well.”

“But you don’t know me anymore, Lenore. We aren’t kids anymore.”

“And yet, you look just like you did when you were eighteen.” She smiled, “and unfortunately, so do I.”

“Nah,” he smiled softly, “you look older, wiser.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“That’s from the cold-cream shortage,” she laughed and pointed to her skin.

“I’ll have to get on that myself, eh?” He joked softly and she shook her head gently.

“No, you don’t need it. You’re beautiful, Tommy.” She took a shaky step closer and put a finger against his smooth cheek, tracing the almond colored freckles.

“Don’t say that, Lenore.” He looked away and cleared his throat.

“Why?” She asked softly, wanting his eyes to look into her’s.

“We can’t.” He answered evenly and took her hand from his face. He kissed her knuckles and dropped her hand, “I can’t.” He pushed himself off of the wall and walked away, his large black coat wavering with each step. She stood frozen on the pavement and watched him leave, her heart throbbing like a sore thumb. She scoffed and went up into her flat, their backs to each other as they went their separate ways. Tommy looked back to check that she went inside and continued on, lighting up another cigarette.

She had three performances on Friday night, the third was shared with Clara when they did a duet. She didn’t see Billy Kimber when she went out for her first two acts and she managed to sigh a breath of relief while she was on stage. For the duet act, they each wore a tailored tuxedo with their hair slicked back beneath top hats. They were introduced as “the two dapper gentlemen from out of town,” which sparked knowing laughter from the audience. When they took the stage, they entered on opposite sides and met at their shared microphone. The crowd ogled, struggling to determine if the performers were actually men or cabaret dancers. She pitied them in their drunk state.

“Good evening, gents! I’ve just been walking by and I stumbled upon this club of yours.” She lowered her voice to sound more masculine.

“My brother’s been stuck alone in the country for too long, he can’t tell a whore from a bedpost. So, I thought I’d take him by your Cabaret!” Clara matched Lenore’s mannerisms, lowering her voice and slapping her on the back.

“Oh, ladies!” Clara called dramatically and the dancers hurried onstage with their bras and painties, stockings rolled down below their knees. The band began playing “Chelsea Dagger” and one dancer draped her boa over Lenore’s shoulders, pulling her in for a kiss on the mouth. The crowd exploded with excitement. The dancer went back to her line and they started dancing, kicking their legs in the air and jumping around.

Well, you must be a girl with shoes like that

She said you know me well

I seen you and little Steven and Joanna

Round the back of my hotel

Oh yeah

The dancers shoved her hands into the insides of Lenore and Clara’s suit jackets, feeling them up in front of the audience. Lenore and Clara alternated segments, interacting with the dancers when it wasn’t their time to sing. Lenore took the mic.

I was good she was hot

Stealin’ everything she got

I was bold she was over the worst of it

Gave me gear,

Lucy stepped between her and the microphone and bent down, her ass pressed into Lenore’s crotch.

thank you dear!

She squealed in character and the audience laughed. Clara switched in.

Bring yer sister over here

Let her dance with me just for the hell of it

During the dance number that Clara and Lenore shared, the dancer ran out into the audience, picking men to dance with. Lenore and Clara did a short routine of American folk dancing before they switched into tap, completing a few cincinnati steps before the next verse. More dancers came onstage, grabbing all over their bodies. One girl removed Lenore’s hat and put it on herself before trailing her hands down the front of Lenore’s body. They sang the next segment together:

Chelsea Chelsea I believe that

When you’re dancing

Slowly sucking your sleeve

The boys get lonely after you leave

It’s one for the Dagger and

Another for the one you believe

The audience exploded into a mess of feathers, dancing, and laughter. The band played on while the remaining dancers on stage stripped Lenore and Clara of their outer clothing. Lenore, laughing, looked up and caught sight of Tommy Shelby standing by the doorway into the main floor. She smiled, fully aware that he could probably see her tits through the wife-beater she was wearing. She winked and he chuckled, shaking his head and dragging on his cigarette. His hat was shoved into his vest pocket and his hair was tussled. When the band played the final note, she and Clara bowed. Fragments of light and feathers drifted through the air around them. When she looked back, Tommy was gone, his place by the door frame empty and cold without him. When she walked into her dressing room she found a bouquet of flowers with an attached note: Come with me to the races tomorrow- T.S. She dropped the note against the vase and shook her head in disbelief.

_________

End of part 2 :)

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DOA - Sakura Outfit

Set includes: dress, shoes, gloves, hat & choker

HQ compatible

Credit for the feet mesh in the shoes AND the body mesh goes to the amazing @magic-bot!

Download here! (free to everyone on 13-03-2023)

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Vampiros Set

Hey everyone, here is the Vampiros Set featuring 6 unique pieces plus add ons to let you mix & match. This set was inspired by vampires and has a bloody version for each piece however they can all be worn casually. All pieces are available in-game and come with Blender Versions with HQ Textures & particle hair system for a realistic fuzzy look. We hope you will enjoy these pieces as much as we do 💞

You will get:

Vampiros Top

8 Swatches

Top Category

Specular Map for Realistic Shine

Vampiros Jeans

8 Swatches

Bottom Category

Vampiros Belt

8 Swatches

Rings Category

Vampiros Jacket

20 Swatches

Bracelets Category

Vampiros Jacket Add On

21 Swatches

Socks Category

Use it to change the fur color

Vampiros Gloves

8 Swatches

Gloves Category

Vampiros Necklace

3 Swatches

Necklace Category

Vampiros Choker

3 Swatches

Necklace Category

Vampiros Set for Blender

All Materials Separated for More Mix & Match

Rigged for Sims 4 Female Body

Original HQ textures included

Realistic Fur with Hair Particles

Please use this for renders

HQ Mod Compatible // All LODs // Custom Thumbnail // Disallowed for Random

Conversion // Do not recolor or convert // Do not re-upload

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total-drama-shark · 8 months

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Part 1 of my Pahkitew Island Art Style and Character Design analysis!

I have SO MUCH to talk about regarding Pahkitew’s art direction that I could not possibly fit it all in one singular post , so I’m turning it into a series! The first thing I’m going to talk about is the reuse of assets in the designs of the cast for Pahkitew Island and how they where changed. So, going of alphabetically:

Dave

Dave’s pants and shoes are glaringly similar to Harold’s, it was a detail that annoyed me because I felt it lazy to just reuse the asset of not just any character, but a reoccurring past contestant (though trust me, it’s absolutely not the worst that it gets)

But upon closer inspection you can see a number of changes made to the asset to adapt it to the new character, the one that caught my attention first was how the triangular shape of the heel counter was rounded in one side on Dave’s. This use of rounding out lines will be repeated as we look further.

Other notable changes are how the tongues of the shoes stick out more in Dave’s and the lines of the sole are thinner.

Ella

Ella’s skirt and blouse appears to be inspired by Courtney’s dress in The Princes Bride, which I also love! Of course the fairytale and princess lover would have her fit inspired by a princess dress from the fairytale episode!

The outfits aren’t a clear copies of each other’s but the way their shapes are divided are where the inspiration becomes clearer. The choker, the sleeves, the gloves, the v-neck, the two stripes at the bottom, the poofy parts? (I am not a dress nor skirt expert as you can clearly tell).

I now HC that Ella didn’t just watch WT but also Action and The Princes Bride was her fave episode :)

Jasmine

Jasmines hat is taken from Team Amazon’s hat from when they sing Sheering Sheep in Australia, pretty fitting.

The differences here are easy enough to see, the brim of the hat on Jasmine is less angular and doesn’t fold, the band doesn’t have that braided pattern, the circles are lower, and he hat in general is wider.

Scarlett

Don’t even know if to include this one because, from a distance I could’ve sworn Scarlett’s shoes were the same as Izzy’s, but again, with further inspection you can tell some obvious differences.

Scarlett’s shoes are taller than Izzy’s and there the rare occasion here where the Pahkitew design is more angular than the original.

Shawn

Shawn’s fit is straight up taken from a hobo, the most fitting asset reuse of all time lmao

Their vests are nearly identical with just minor differences in the placement of lines and Shawn's being less angular, the folds in their sweaters are different (and I kinda prefer the Hobo's in this one) and their turtleneck is the most obvious difference.

Sky

Sky’s top and necklaces taken from Cameron’s mother, which, I do not get why. It feels so random.

Anyways as for changes, Sky's body type is different from Cameron's mom so the shirt is adjusted to fit that, and the pearl shaped necklace has some differences, it properly wraps around more in Sky's design and it actually looks like a necklace separate from the shirt, where instead they look attached in Cam's mom design.

Sugar

Now HERE’S the one that pisses me off, nearly Sugar’s EVERYTHING was taken from Sadie, her body type, her fit, her arm I literally just Sadie’s arm, they didn’t even change anything there.

It feels so lazy, so disrespectful to both characters, Sugar made it to the final three but they couldn't bother to give her s unique base?

Their tops are nearly identical with minor details changed, they basically just turned Sadie's shorts into pants for Sugar, their shoes are practically identical I kid you not.

Justice for Sugar she deserved so much more.

Topher

And finally the most obvious one.

Topher is obviously inspired from Chris, the most obvious sign is with his color palette, with his clothes being almost identical in color to Chris.

But second of all is his shoes which are almost identical to Chris's if it weren't for the fact Topher's shoes are wider but less tall than Chris.

Well that's all for part 1, let me know if I missed anything! I think part 2 will center around the backgrounds (my fave part of PI's art style!)

#total drama #total drama pahkitew island #tdpi #td dave #td ella #td jasmine #td scarlett #td shawn #td sky #td sugar #td topher

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day 28, dubcon

android!gavin reed x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, fnaf au, reader is a security guard, fingering, slight dirty talk, slight corruption, creampie, unprotected sex, i saw the fnaf movie, and i'm making it everyone's problem kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You never thought you’d see the day when an android at a kids' attraction would turn you on, but here you were.

You took the job out of pure desperation. You were in dire need of cash, and how hard could it possibly be? All you had to do was walk around the complex once or twice a night and watch the cameras. That proved to be very hard when one of the androids you were in charge of turned out to be hot. They weren’t supposed to roam the complex at night, but you made an exception for one of them.

Gavin was the bassist of the rock band that the attraction was themed after. He was rugged with messy brown hair and startling blue eyes that contrasted beautifully against the black liner surrounding them. Piercings littered his ears, and he exuded confidence. He wore red cheetah print pants that were very tight paired with a denim vest and combat boots. He donned a leather choker with spikes paired with fingerless leather gloves with spikes along the knuckles.

He was charismatic and took a liking to you rather quickly. He was curious about you, for the most part. There were times when you forgot that he was a robot and his personality was just lines of code created by someone. Other times, that fact slapped you in the face.

He stood too close when you walked, always observing whatever you were doing over your shoulder. This included when you stood over the monitor on your desk and looked over the security footage. You were acutely aware of his body pressed closely to yours and the feelings it stirred up within you.

“Your heart rate is increasing exponentially. Is something wrong?” he asked, his breath fanning across your shoulder from how close he was. You could practically see his furrowed brow and confusion gracing his features.

You straightened and he did as well. “No,” you assured, fumbling for an answer as your cheeks reddened. “It’s just… you were standing very close.”

“Does me being here make you uncomfortable?”

The crease between his brows increased as he searched your features.

You shook your head, “I like spending time with you… It’s hard to explain.”

“I’m designed to be incredibly intelligent, even if I’m not programmed to act like it,” he said, crossing his arms. “Try me.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line as you attempted to explain to a robot that you were sexually attracted to him.

“It’s a human thing that happens sometimes when we like someone a lot,” you explained as you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment.

His eyes scanned over your body as the ring on his temple spun yellow before returning to its bright blue.

You felt a surge of boldness take over you and you grabbed his hand and pressed it against your chest, right over your heart.

“When humans like someone their heart starts beating fast, and their cheeks heat up,” you clarified as you brought his hand up to cup your cheek. “Sometimes other physical changes happen.”

“Like what?” he questioned, and you almost felt bad for what you did next.

You slid his hand down your uniform and pressed it against your clothed core. His LED flashed yellow once more.

“We get aroused,” you stated, watching as his eyes darted over your body. “Although, I think my clothes are getting in the way of completely showing you.”

You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him so he was sitting in your desk chair.

You kept your eyes on him as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, exposing the lacy bra underneath. He watched with rapt attention as you stripped for him, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you settled onto his lap.

You were praying that there was actually something under those skinny jeans. You figured you could make it work even if it was a Ken doll situation.

You grabbed his hand once again and pressed it to your core. “See how different it feels?”

“You’re warm,” he uttered, looking down with a furrowed brow. A gasp left you as he slid your underwear to the side and dragged a finger through your folds. “And wet,” he stated, looking up at you.

“When we get aroused, it can get to a point where it becomes uncomfortable or painful,” you led, hoping he would get your hint.

“Are you at that point?”

“Yes. You’ll help me right?”

He looked almost nervous as he nodded. This was going against everything they drilled into you during your training, but you didn’t care.

You guided his finger to draw tight circles around your clit. “It’s— it’s almost like playing the bass,” you suggested as you rocked your hips slightly.

Gavin’s movements were clumsy but he was a quick learner, probably thanks to the supercomputer inside that skull of his.

He gingerly pressed his finger against your entrance and you gasped. His movements paused, and he looked up at you.

“Was that bad?”

You shook your head so fast you were surprised it didn’t fly off your shoulders. “No, that was good. Really good, keep going,” you urged as you jutted your hips against his palm.

He slowly got back to what he was doing. He slid his finger inside you, and you watched as his eyes darted between your core and up at you for your reaction.

“Move it,” you suggested as you grabbed his hand and pumped his finger inside you. “You can add another, now, and do the same thing you just did.”

He did as he was told and slid another finger inside you, and you groaned at the feeling. He was focused as he worked you toward the edge, taking in every sound and movement you made. He watched eagerly as your pussy swallowed his fingers whole. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, as your orgasm rapidly approached.

“Gav, do you have,” you paused as he curled his fingers inside you, eliciting a high-pitched mewl from you. “Do you have parts down there?” you asked, motioning your head to his groin.

“I was designed to be completely lifelike,” he answered, looking up at you expectantly.

“Good,” you replied before crashing your lips onto his. The kiss was clumsy and mostly your own teeth knocking against his. You pulled away slightly to kiss him properly, and he was quick to kiss you back.

You reached a hand down to fumble with his leather belt, your actions uncoordinated with his fingers working against you.

You forced yourself to focus enough to undo his belt and jeans. You slid a hand under the waistband of his black briefs, gasping as your fingertips brushed against his cock.

A small whine left Gavin as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You wrapped a hand around his length and slowly stroked him, loving the little noises he was making. This was completely new for him and you wanted it to be good.

You took a moment to pull his cock out of his jeans so you could stroke him freely. Your mouth watered at the sight. He was perfect.

You wondered what noises you could get out of him if you wrapped your lips around him. That train of thought would have to wait though; you needed him inside you immediately.

He was hard and throbbing in your grip, and his face was screwed up in the cutest way. Damn, you wanted to absolutely ruin him.

You leaned back to push your underwear to the side and aligned his cock with your entrance. You both groaned as you slowly sunk down onto him. Gavin’s hands hovered in the air, unsure where to go. You grabbed them and settled them onto the plush of your ass.

“Never felt anything like this before,” his breath caught in his throat as he looked down to where you were joined.

You began to rock your hips, “It gets better, sweetheart.”

You flushed as the chair squeaked with each thrust of your hips against his. Gavin leaned his head against the back of the chair, and a beautiful artificial blush covered his cheeks.

You reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting it slide off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere in your office. Gavin’s head perked up at your exposed tits, and he reached a hand up to touch one.

Your nipples hardened under his fingertips, and he leaned forward and hesitated as his mouth hovered in front of your chest. He looked up at you, uncertainty dancing across his features. You carded your hand through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his head closer, practically begging for his mouth.

He darted his tongue out to press a kitten lick against your nipple, and you moaned. Emboldened by your reaction, he took you completely into his mouth. You let your head fall back, exposing more of your chest to him. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud and reached up to pinch the other one with his free hand.

With every drag of your hips, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. You reached a hand down to where you were joined and drew sloppy circles around your clit. Gavin jutted his hips up to meet yours, and he hit that spongey spot inside you that nearly had you coming right there and then.

“Fuck, right there, sweetheart,” you praised, and Gavin hit the spot over and over again.

You pulled him closer and arched your back as you came hard around his cock. You cried out his name as your walls fluttered around him and your orgasm washed over you. He finished after a few more rolls of your hips as you rode out your high, a drawn-out groan pushing past his lips.

You jolted as you felt his release coat your walls, hot and steady just like the rest of him. They truly spared no expense when they made him. He froze as his cock twitched within you, and you milked him for everything he had.

Your hips slowed to a stop as Gavin panted below you, eyes half-lidded and blissed out. You slowly lifted yourself off of him and stood on shaky legs, and your hands gripped his shoulders to keep you steady.

“It did get better,” he breathed as he looked over you.

You chuckled, “I told you.”

You turned to collect your discarded items of clothing and situate yourself. He straightened in your chair and righted himself.

“Glad I could help,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face.

You snorted, “Me too, sweetheart.”

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