#having to be in one specific set outfit BUT you can tell something about them by the little ways they customize it or what type

[cy-cyborg]

Tips for writing and drawing Wheelchair using characters: Your character's wheelchair can tell us a lot about them

When you first start learning character design, you'll often be told something to the effect of "use your character's outfit to tell us more about them" - and this same principles can be applied to a disabled character's mobility aids.

Mobility aids like wheelchairs, to many disabled people, are a part of us. They can be an extension to a person's body and chances are, if you're going to be using this piece of equipment every day for the foreseeable future (or at least for a good amount of time for the foreseeable future), it's going to start reflecting some aspects of your personality, your interests, your passions, especially when you remember, a lot of people get their wheelchairs custom built for them.

You can use your character's wheelchair to tell us a lot about them without ever needing to show/describe them directly.

Let me show you two examples:

Take a look at these two wheelchairs. they're similar in shape and build, but still pretty different to each other. Can you make some guesses about their users based only on what's shown here?

intended answers below:

Please note, the following points are all generalisations and the real world is rarely this simple. This is to demonstrate how to use disability aids to contribute to your character's design, not how to make assumptions about real people in real life.

So here are some similarities between the chairs:

Both wheelchairs have ridged frames, this means the wheelchair can't be folded in any way. These kinds of chairs can imply a few different things depending on the person. They are typically lighter, sturdier and more durable, and indicate the person probably will be using the wheelchair for a long time and/or has the money to get something built to last (or lives in a place where cost not an issue due to universal/subsidised access to healthcare). They are also typically better to travel with when flying, as they are less likely to be broken by airport security/staff.

Both wheelchairs also lack anti-tip wheels, which are a third set of wheels that extend from the back of the chair. Them not being present could indicate the person is likely pretty confident in their ability to use the chair without worrying about tipping out. It could also indicate they are in an environment where the anti-tips could be more of a hazard than a help, such as on rough terrain.

So lets look at some specifics for the green wheelchair:

Take a look at the wheels. The front wheels are pretty small and appear to be solid, while the back wheels appear to be quite narrow (compared to the orange chair anyway). This indicates the user likely lives somewhere with decent accessibility like a (well funded) city where they are unlikely to encounter unpaved/dirt roads/grass. Small front wheels and thin back wheels are good for manoeuvrability and a smooth ride over even terrain, but they will get stuck as soon as bumps appear, so this probably isn't an issue for this person.

While its a bit hard to tell unless you have seen other similar wheelchairs, this wheelchair is very long in the front, meaning the footplate and front wheels are further away from the seat than most. There could be a few reasons for this. One either indicates the person has very long legs, or a lack of motion in their knees, making it harder to bend their legs. This is moves the chair's centre of gravity forward by a decent amount, making it harder to tip back, which could indicate the person's legs are very light. You tend to see this most often in the wheelchairs of bilateral leg amputees, who are at a greater risk of tipping backwards due to a lack of weight at the front of the chair (even if they wear their prosthetics).

The colour of the chair is bright. This could simply be the character's favourite colour, or maybe this colour has some significance to them?

There are stickers on the side of the chair relating to the Paralympics. This could indicate the person is a fan, or perhaps had some involvement in the games?

The wheelchair has handles on the back, but they are able to be folded down. This is a popular feature for people who are independent enough to go out on their own, but still want to have the option for some help. folding down the handles also deters random strangers from grabbing at you (an unfortunately common experience for wheelchair users).

There is some mild paint scratching to the front of the wheelchair, but nothing too noticable. This is typical of older chairs and people who are a little rough on their chairs. Maybe they've had a few stacks and falls throughout the years, probably going a decent speed.

Ok, now let's look at the orange chair

This wheelchair has very large, inflatable front wheels, and very thick back wheels. This will make the chair slower and less manoeuvrable on flat/even surfaces, but much, much easier to push on rough terrain. This is supported by the amount of mud on the wheelchair.

The seat on this wheelchair tilts upwards slightly. This is called a bucket (or according to an old basketball teammate of mine, a dump-truck lol). This is a feature you typically see in wheelchairs made for people with spinal injuries who are unable to move their legs and engage their lower bodies or core to help keep them stable.

The back of this chair is very low, indicating that if this wheelchair user has a spinal injury, it's probably pretty low on their spine, likely fairly close to the hips, making the person a low-level paraplegic. Higher-level paraplegics and quadriplegics usually need a higher back to help support them and keep them from flopping over, since all the muscles below their place where their spine broke either doesn't work, or is significantly weaker. Higher backs though can get in the way of pushing and reduce mobility, so people who need less support will likely opt for a lower back rest.

This wheelchair has no handles, which indicates the user is probably very independent and doesn't need a lot of help getting around.

The paint on this wheelchair is very scratched up, showing the person is very tough on their wheelchair and doesn't care to get the paint touched up.

This wheelchair has no breaks. This is very common on chairs with larger tiers as they don't tend to be as effective, but also on many outdoor wheelchairs, for two reasons. One is because they are made for rough terrain, so chances are, you aren't going to go far without a big push to get you moving. The second reason is that to get over large bumps and obsticals in a wheelchair, it can be helpful to do very large pushes using the top and front of the wheel. When pushing a normal chair, most people will only use the top section of the wheel to push since it's closest, but these big pushes that use the front of the wheel make it easier to push, since you can benefit from downwards momentum. However, this is also where the breaks are located on most wheelchairs, which can create a hazard. I've lost entire fingernails by them getting snagged on the breaks when pushing this way. So if you live somewhere where the breaks are not going to be helpful to you often, it makes sense to not get them.

And here are the characters who own these wheelchairs

The owner of the green wheelchair is an amalgamation of a few people I knew from when I played wheelchair basketball. They're a bilateral leg amputee, and judging by their outfit (The Official National Wheelchair Basketball uniform for Australia), they're an elite athlete. This wheelchair is not the one they play sport in, but it still needs to be durable enough to withstand the rough treatment of airport staff when traveling, as well as heavy day-to-day use that comes with being an active person. While it needs to be rough, the person also seemed to want to prioritise speed and manoeuvrability, and likely doesn't need to worry about rough terrain too much, so they probably live in a major city.

The owner of the orange chair was inspired by a family friend of mine. They live on a farm, and need a chair that can handle life in those conditions, rough terrain and all. This comes at the cost of speed and manoeuvrability on smoother terrain, but honestly, anyone who's lived in the country knows you won't find many of those around there anyway, so that's not too big of a sacrifice. They are paraplegic, are very confident in their ability to use their wheelchair, and probably doesn't need help too often, but still benefit from some extra stability support from the raised seat on their chair.

Conclusion

Once again, these are generalisations, and in real life there are always exceptions, but I hope this helped demonstrate what I meant when I said you can use your character's wheelchair to tell us more info about them if you're smart about it.

I originally planned to do a whole series of these, showing a wider variety of wheelchairs and the people who they belong to, but I guess I kind of forgot because they've been sitting, abandoned on my hard drive for the last 2 years 😅. If that's something you folks would be interested in seeing though, let me know, I'd happily revive the series lol.

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[pray4byron]

hiiii!! i was wondering if perchance i could request head canons or a one shot (whichever you see more fit) of how [character] is on their first date with [reader]

the characters im rlly invested in are alastor, vox, velvette, angel & husk 💗

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐨𝐱, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

a/n: i’m so sorry requests have been so slow, my show is almost done (closing night is today) so i’ll be able to get to requests after that!! and i tried to make this a bit longer than my normal pieces so i hope i did okay? we’re almost at 700 btw so tysm for that <3

warnings: profanity, mentions of sex in vox’s part (no smut), mentions of valentino, implied!masc reader in angel’s section — the rest are gn

proofread: no 😔

tags: x reader, alastor, husk hazbin hotel, angel dust, headcanons, the vees

𝐯𝐨𝐱

vox would probably enjoy a night in the most, honestly, fans can irk him a fair bit, and he wants tonight to be about you and him alone

he’d probably get some of his more decent employees to be like waiters, and let’s be real, even if you were only in vox’s quarters, you both would still be dolled up

seeing as this is only the first date, vox’s “show host” persona is still very present, he’s not ready to let his walls down quite yet, he’ll sit there and boast about how fucking amazing he is for most of the date

but you’d be surprised, when you speak, vox won’t shut down anything you’d say, he’s an extremely good listener — it mainly comes from how he has to listen to boring meetings, even when he doesn’t want to, but as much as he won’t admit it, he could listen to you talk anyday

when the end of the date comes, you’re either gonna end up spending the night at his, whether it ends in sex with him or falling asleep on the couch together in the middle of a movie is a bit of a 50/50

OR he’s gonna end up driving you home, mainly because he doesn’t enjoy just walking about the streets of hell, because so many people come up to him, and also cause he doesn’t want to risk putting you in harms way, but also because he wants to flex his fancy ass car…

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭

like vox, he’d also probably enjoy a date in a more private settings — due to the type of fans he has, the contract he’s under, along with many other things

but angel has a preference for more relaxed dates, he’d bring you into his room the hotel and end up having a massive sleepover — movies, skincare, gossip seshs, etc. whatever you ask for, he’ll give ya!!

after valentino, i can see angel only really taking interest in people who he’s known for a long time/has a strong bond with — so considering the fact that he’s most likely known you for a long time, this is probably when he’s gonna be more affectionate — possible cuddles, kisses, etc

but even with that, angel really considers first dates as a ‘get to know you’ sorta thing, so he wants to hear all about you, and share stories with you about him as well! you two will probably play games like 21 questions or truth or dare but with mostly truths 😭🙏

honestly, angel will probably spend more time telling you about molly (his sister) then himself, he misses her a lot, and she was one of the biggest parts of him and he loves telling you stories about them together in their lifetime

𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

in contrast to vox, she would love to go out somewhere for a first date, more specifically, the mall! she may end up treating the first date as more a girls trip, but trust me, it isn’t her way of friend zoning you in the slightest!!

the stores in the mall that she’d most likely wanna hit up are the clothing stores and makeup stores (duh)

she’d try on a bunch of fits for you in a ‘fashion run-way’ kind-of manner and force outfits into your arms and rush you to do the same

and in makeup stores, she’d grab a bunch of lip-oil testers and swatch them on your arm and see which ones she thinks look the best — and she’d also try to find your foundation shade match or something like that

then you goes would probably stop at a food court and she would sit there and just yap, i can see velvette as a big rambler, she can be very expressive with her words, especially when it comes to her passion topics, so she really grows to appreciate you if you decide to hear her out

and side note; if you guys run into one of her fans, she’ll make sure you see it, she needs you to know how fucking hot and famous she is

the both of you will probably stay until the mall is about to close, and then you’ll walk her home, but don’t worry, she’ll give you a small kiss for being so good ~

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤

honestly, husk would kinda be at loss a for what to do for a ‘date’ — it’s been a long damn time since he’s been romantically interested in someone, so he’s not too sure where to start

he’ll end up going to charlie for help, or angel, and he ends up deciding to take you out to a small diner that’s just a stroll away from the hotel

it’s not great there by any means, but it’s not bad, but more importantly, it’s safe, and that’s all he really wants for you

you two will spend most of the time conversing in conversation, nothing too crazy or life changing, but simple ice breakers here and there, husker is more awkward than you may think

despite the fact that he thinks it’s so fucking stupid, he takes charlie’s idea to share a smoothie with you, which ends up back-firing as he takes a sip and it goes through and up your straw and splatters onto your face

and you can’t help but blush as he gets a little too close to you as he wipes the smoothie off of your face with a few napkins…

𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫

alastor is a gentlemen, who aims to please, so he has a number of activities for you that are bound to blow you out of the water, even if the idea is simple on paper

first, he starts off by taking you out to dinner, the fanciest restaurant he could find, you both are dressed up to a tee

he makes sure to feed you every last bite of your food, treating you like a pet, its so sickeningly sweet you didn’t whether to be slightly offended or swoon right then and there

then he takes you out to a nice park, even if it’s already dark out, and he’ll have you on his arm and take a simple stroll with you, the attention is fully on you and he won’t shy away from giving you all the praise possible

shortly after, alastor will get his staff and play some gentle jazz music as you both sway under the hellish stars on what seems to be such a blissful night ~

i do not permit for my work to be reposted, translated, or stolen. all rights go to signedmio. characters are not mine, unless stated, and belong to their rightful creators.

#mio’s writing ! ☆ #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #vox x y/n #vox x you #vox x reader #vox hazbin #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #velvette hazbin #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #velvette x reader #angel dust x y/n #angel dust x you #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #husk x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin x reader

[agender-witchery]

On Project Moon

Hey, this is gonna be long, I'm putting most of it under the cut. This post is about the recent firing of VellMori from Project Moon, I know that it warrants some tags for triggers, but I have no idea what's commonly used, so if I miss something, please tell me.

Additionally, I have written this up in a way that if it escapes the target audience of Project Moon fans, it can still be understood, so with that in mind, there will be Library of Ruina spoilers.

The tl;dr for those who don't wanna read the full thing is that Project Moon was put in a very bad position with some violent extremists targeting them and that I'm not happy about any of what happened.

So, for those unaware, Project Moon has fired VellMori, the CG artist for Limbus Company. Now, a not inaccurate statement that can be made from this is "Project Moon fired a woman for being a feminist" but this is... somewhat reductive. Let's immediately get out of the way that VellMori did absolutely nothing wrong. Some people have said she is a TERF. I've seen no evidence of this. Some people have said she wished death on all men. I've seen no evidence of this.

What I HAVE seen is that VellMori thinks sexual abuse is bad. Now, why would this lead to a firing? The short answer is that a bunch of violent incels, one of which was literally dressed as a clown, came knocking at their office doors.

See, Limbus Company has a "beach" event coming up. In this event, we are getting a water themed outfit for two of the characters, one male and one female. For Sinclair, the guy, he has been given an EXTREMELY slutty mechanic's outfit. For Ishmael, the woman, she has been given a very skintight wet suit outfit. Now, I wanna take care to note that VellMori is the CG artist - she had no hand in these designs, a man made them. I would also like to mention that both outfit designs are amazing, and I will be including them at the end of this post for reference.

Now, upon revealing the wet suit design for Ishmael, a bunch of whiny incels on what is basically Korean 4chan got upset that Ishmael, instead of being in a bikini as is usual for gacha games, was wearing a wet suit. Nevermind that the designs in Limbus Company have always been conservative and that the Sinclair design is the most skin we've ever seen and it's just an open shirt. Again, the wet suit is still super revealing, it's skin tight and this is literally the first design of her that doesn't make her look flat chested. They're not rioting over the lack of sex appeal, they're specifically mad that it's not a bikini.

The incels come to the conclusion that the lack of any skin being shown on Ishmael's outfit is a result of evil feminism. No, I'm not exaggerating. They initially begin harassing the artist who is actually responsible for drawing the outfits, but upon learning that he is a man, set their sights on VellMori because she's a woman, and being an artist is good enough I guess. What they do from here is they start digging and digging and digging on VellMori's twitter, making use of archived pages because many of the "offensive" tweets had been deleted.

I'd like to take a moment to point out that VellMori never actually tweeted anything out here - it was all retweets from a 4-6 year old archive, and retweets that have been long deleted. These retweets contain such transgressive statements as "I'm sick of misogyny" and "If being against patriarchy makes me antisocial, then so be it" and just... mirroring back to men what those men were saying to women. Some people would like to have you think she was calling for death to all men. She wasn't. She ALSO retweeted all this stuff while she was a teenager and well before she worked for Project Moon.

Nonetheless, the incels had decided that feminism was the reason Ishmael had a wet suit and not a bikini and they had found a feminist working for Project Moon. It is at this point that we must take a brief detour and talk about Library of Ruina, Project Moon's previous game.

See, in Library of Ruina, one of the protagonists, Angela, has this whole arc about escaping her abuser and becoming a human. Yes, she is literally a robot, but Project Moon isn't exactly a stranger to symbolism in their stories and a feminist reading of Angela is ridiculously easy. The main antagonist in Library of Ruina is Argalia, the Blue Reverberation, and his crew is called the Reverberation Ensemble. Every member of the Reverberation Ensemble is a violent lunatic who each want to reinforce the status quo in their own unique shitty way. In addition to this, typically in order to reach the titular Library, you would need to be invited. The Reverb Ensemble are the "uninvited guests", the ones who managed to reach the Library and knock down the door without an invite.

Why am I talking about this? Well, the incels decided to start calling themselves the Reverb Ensemble, and referring to each other using names of the Reverb Ensemble members such as Pluto, Elena, and Oswald. Having taken on the moniker of the uninvited guests, they then showed up to Project Moon's office to protest. Over the lack of a bikini. Now, remember how I mentioned someone was dressed up as a clown? One of the Reverb Ensemble members, Oswald, is a clown with an extremely tenuous grip on reality. So much so, that his ideal world is one in which there is no meaning whatsoever. That is the character they chose to dress up as. This is either a case of extreme self awareness or extreme self unawareness.

Eventually, the incels were let into the office possibly as a form of damage mitigation to prevent the crowd of protestors from getting any bigger. This was a questionable decision, but they had a group of violent incels at their doorstep either way, and I don't exactly have full details on this. Regardless, Project Moon had on their hands a group of violent protesting incels, who they felt compelled to let into the building, and who had demands including the firing of their feminist employee. (7/28 update: a translation of the transcript posted to DCInside has surfaced. Please check the reblogs for it. Project Moon was verifiably threatened.)

So while "Project Moon fired a woman for being a feminist" isn't inaccurate it also isn't the full picture. More appropriately, it'd be "Project Moon fired a woman because a group of violent incels who weren't satisfied with a form fitting wet suit instead of a bikini showed up to their office demanding that an artist who did not make the wet suit design be fired because she retweeted some feminist stuff 5 years ago while she was a teenager".

I'm not happy with this. None of this is good. People are allowed to be feminists, and Project Moon stories have always presented progressive ideas to anyone with half a brain to do some basic literary analysis. I can understand why they would cave to the demands of people who were threatening them and showed up to their actual place of work, but at the same time, that's someone's livelihood gone and proof that in the future, the same sorts of people can use the same sorts of tactics to bully Project Moon into doing whatever they want. All of this sucks.

For those who would like to see the retweets in question alongside translations: https://twitter.com/danghwangs/status/1683884236888223744

And for people who would like reference as to what the artworks these incels were up in arms about, Ishmael in the wet suit and Sinclair in the mechanic's outfit.

#my nonsense #limbus company #project moon #VellMori #misogyny #library of ruina

[stupidlovergirl]

I Wanna Be Yours

Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Dev Notes: I wrote this over a course of a few months, I had bad writers block, but I powered through because I loved this concept, some of them feel a little repetitive, but we still are ballin. Also, sidenote, Belphie gets a little roughed up (no punches but you do shake him around a lil)

You and Lucifer had been dancing around each other for about a month. You know you're definitely not ‘just friends’, you haven’t been for awhile. Between the quiet moments you have shared together, to the almost kisses, and more importantly the looks he has given you. The vulnerability in his eyes as he lets you take care of him, a first in so, so many years. Eons, if you had to honestly guess. That’s what makes you mad. Lucifer likes to do things on his own terms, and you feel like you have given enough time to do what you obviously both want. So, you’ve finally gathered the courage to confront him. Lucifer may be the demon of pride, but yours won’t allow yourself to be treated as someone who's ‘just a friend’

So, why do you feel so anxious, fear clawing in your stomach and throat as you stand at his office door. ‘You got this’ is all you can chant as you knock softly on his door.

“Come in”

Its do or die. 

As you step in, Lucifer looks up to greet you with a nod.

“Lucifer,” you swallow, “we really need to talk.” At that, he sets down his pen and takes off his glasses

“You sound serious, may I ask about what?”

“About us” It’s do or die. 

The look of surprise that flitted onto his face was quickly replaced with a steely gaze.

“Ah, about us.” He sounds calm, collected, like you didn’t just confront him with your entire relationship.

“What are we Lucifer? Cause it’s not just friends” You did it, but it doesn’t mean you won’t die. The feeling in your throat surely makes you feel like you're going to suffocate. You just know you gotta go on. You can’t hold your love in anymore. Screwing your eyes shut, you take in a few breaths. In, Hold, Out. In, Hold, Out.

“Not just friends?” He repeats at you

“Unless you show the same vulnerability and almost kiss your friends” you reply.

“I like you Lucifer, and I can’t stop anymore. I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, and that isn’t something I want to do with friends. It’s what I want to do with someone I like, someone…someone I love”

When you open your eyes, you see Lucifer, who looks shocked.

“Love?” he whispers, looking into your eyes for the lie

“Love.” you state, feeling the bravest you have the entire time. 

“Would you be mad if I said I loved you too?” he says a little louder, looking at you with a wanting you have grown familiar with. With that you smile

“I’d be more mad if you didn’t” He stands up and finally steps towards you. You meet him halfway.

“So, what does that mean for us?” you whisper, holding his hand

“It means we’re together” he tells you, leaning down to seal the deal with something you have been waiting for.

Mammon would never admit he likes you, even though you and everyone else are very well aware. So, after a while, you get tired. If he “doesn’t like” you, then he wouldn’t mind if you went on a date now would he? You don’t mean to be malicious, but he needs to realize that, while you're fine with a game of chase, people get tired and will stop. He just needs to think that you’re stopping the chase. So, when you called him for outfit input, he had no clue what he was in for.

“Well, which one, this shirt, or this one?” you ask, flipping between them.

“The first one goes with yer pants more” he replies, looking down at his phone

“Thank you!” you reply, gathering the rest of the outfit. You went off to the bathroom to change while Mammon continued to look invested in his phone. You come back, smiling. There’s just something about dressing up that gives someone confidence. You pulled out a gold chain and its matching bracelet. One specifically given to you by your first man.

“Well? How do I look?” you say, turning towards him. 

When he looks up, your expecting the blush on his face, your also expecting the way he quickly turns away from you

“You, you look alright” he mumbles out, looking back slowly. You fake a pout at this response

“Just alright?” you ask, looking at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

“You look very pretty,” he responds, blushing an even darker shade. You smile, readying your next trick.

You turn away, “Great! I hope my date shares the same sentiment” is all you reply with, going to the mirror to fix your hair. The gasp, yelp, and thud is all you have to hear to know Mammon has fallen off the bed in shock.

“What? Is it that surprising that I got a date?” you ask, turning to look at his scrambling attempts to stand up.

“You- you can’t go on a date!” he says, stumbling towards you. 

“Why not?” you reply

“B-because! You just can’t!” he grabs your shoulders, shaking you

“Mammon, it’s just a date! It probably won’t be anything but that.” you tell him shaking your head and pushing his hands off you.

“Still!” he insists

“Alright, I’ll call it off if you can give me one good reason.” you tell him. You’ve got him, hook line and sinker.

“You can’t go because…because…” he mumbles something, youre pretty sure it’s an “I like you”, but you’ve waited this long and planned to milk it.

“Becauuse?” you ask, smiling

“Because I like you!” he yells, face hot as the sun.

“I like you too, dork” you reply, pulling him in for a kiss 

“Is this the time to tell you there was no date?”

Levi has gotten you so confused lately. You never really put a label on your guys' relationship, but he recently said something, and it irked you. The other day at a con, he had told one of the other people that you were "just a good friend of his”. Which, you know is technically not a lie, but you felt hurt hearing it come from him. Your mind has been heavy with the thought. Just friends. Friends. God, why did that word hurt? It wasn’t a bad thing, but it just didn’t feel right. It dawns on you one day as you sit with Levi as he shows you a new anime he’s been watching.

“Yeah! They’re super popular, and it’s really no surprise, they’re obviously gonna be end game. I was even thinking we could cosplay them at the next con! I think a lot of people…”

Levi’s voice fades into the background. A couples cosplay, he’s suggesting a couple’s cosplay. Why is he suggesting that? You are friends. Just a good friend of his. Yet you know you're not just friends. You guys don't do things just friends do. He gifts you items that are rare in games, and he wouldn't do that for anyone else. You guys have matching profile photos on basically all your social medias and games, you have a playlist made specifically with his taste in mind. You've never done that with anyone that was just a friend to you. That's what you'd do with someone you were dating, or we're into.

Oh.

Oh.

You were into Levi, and subconsciously had been dropping hints. And he's responded to them all. What does that mean? Does that mean he's also into you? What are you? What are you two in his eyes?

“You confuse me” you say, cutting through his words

“Yeah, the plot is a little convoluted but-”

“Not the anime, not the storyline, you Levi, you confuse me” you feel like you're bursting.

“The other day, you said I was just a friend, but now you’re suggesting a couples cosplay? What are you hinting at Levi? What are we?”

Levi looks at you, surprised, then casts his eyes down, face flushing

“I-i dunno…,” he whispers, and you sigh

“I don’t know either, honestly. Whatever we are though, it isn’t just friends” you gulp, and look down at your hands,, “My feelings for you are too strong to just be your friend”

“...Really?” he squeaks out

“Yeah, I- I really, really like you Levi” you mumble out

“I really really like you too…" he replies back in an equally soft voice.

You look up at him, a softly smile, and he gives you a wobbly one back.

Satan and you have been reading the same book recently. You had seen it on display in a store and you both decided to get one and read it.

It was pretty good, a romance novel of two friends who were too scared to tell each other about their feelings, a real slow burn, but it wasn't annoying. You enjoyed it a lot, and Satan seemed to be too.

So imagine your surprise when one of the scenes felt too personal, specifically with the boy who you were sharing the novel with.

When one of the characters bought a romance book, and added notes and highlighted parts that reminded them of the love interest, and gave it to them. It made you think of when Satan would lend you books with his own notes in the margins on sticky notes and flags. It made you giggle, which shocked you.

Why did you feel so floaty at that thought…

Why did you like the thought of Satan doing that for you?

Then you pondered it.

This isn't the first time you've done this, thought of Satan doing something romantic for you.

Actually, you kinda do it a lot. Honestly, you and Satan do a lot of couple based stuff.

Cuddling, grocery shopping, a lot of free time you spend with him.

Huh, you and Satan are basically…

…

Are you and Satan dating?

At that thought you stood up and started your mission of finding the blond, which wasn't difficult.

"Satan?" You speak into the library. You see him stand up from his search from the bottom shelf.

"Hey, there you are," he says, and you approach him.

"I have a question" you ask

Then you pause

"Are we dating?"

Satan looks at you, then starts pondering

"Yes, I guess we are!"

You nodded your head

"Thank you for confirming"

Asmo likes taking you out. Parties, clubs, fancy openings, the highest scale restaurants. He never disappoints, as he always knows where the next best event is. Yet even still, you guys are in agreement, the best event is your weekly spa day. Where you two get to be yourselves, where Asmo drops the act of being perfect for a crowd to just be himself. You've seen Asmo dressed up, looking absolutely ethereal, but nothing is as pretty when he's laughing at a stupid joke he heard the other day and repeated it to you.

So, when your weekly spa date rolled around, and Asmo applied your face cream and started talking about these two demons who have, as he says, "been dancing around each other when it's obvious they want to make out", it makes you laugh.

"How is it obvious?" you ask, watching as he pulls away from your face, and adds the product to his own face.

"Like, they're never apart from each other! Every time I see them, they are together! Not to mention, they do things that is soooo obviously romantic coded for them! They match outfits, like, all the time! Also, they have rings, RINGS!! Like, could that get more obvious?? That's not even getting into their Devilgram posts and captions"

You stop and look at him. Really look at him

"Asmo" you say, but he's still in his rant

"I just wish one would admit they were into the other, it would be so much easier than having to pretend that they're not obviously making eyes at each other-"

"Asmo." you say more stern, trying to catch his attention

"Also, those pet names have for eachother? Like, yeah, they can be platonic, but they're obviously playing it off! And UGHHH ALSO-"

"ASMO!" You shout, finally catching his attention.

"No need to yell, darling, I'm right here!" He huffs playfully, smiling

"What is it?"

"Asmo, we do all that. Like, verbatim"

With that he looks at you, and giggles, a little strained "Yeah I guess we do huh"

"Does that mean we obviously want to make out?" you jokingly ask

The mischievous look in his eyes answer all it self

Beel loves to eat, and even more he loves to eat food you make him. You have started making him simple meals for after Fangol practice. You always come near the end, sitting on the bleachers and waiting for him to finish. Sometimes the other players will come and talk to you, but not that often. It was of these meetings that sparked an idea in your mind.

"Man, Beel is sure lucky to have a partner like you! I wish mine made me something to eat after every pratice" he says, chuckling a little

"Oh, well thank you, but Beel and I aren't dating" you said, a quiet chuckle escaping you

That made the demon look at you, eyes wide "You're not?"

"No?"

That made the demon laugh, a smile splitting his face "Well, that's news. We all thought you had been dating this entire time! Sorry for the comment, I hope it didn't make you feel awkward"

You waved it off "Ah, no, it's cool"

You continued talking to him for a little while longer, but he soon took his leave. Not long after, Beel came to see you, freshly showered and smiling.

"Hey" he says, leaning down to pick up you bag and throw it over his shoulder as you stand, his food in your hand.

"Hey! Here you go, I made you steamed salmon with grilled vegetables and rice" you said, standing up and handing it to him. He smiled even brighter, and you smile too.

"Thanks, that sounds really good"

And with that the two of you start walking back home, Beel eating his meal while you chatter on about your day. Of course, Beel finishes quickly and starts talking about his too. Not long after he tells you about Asmo and the stunt he pulled in Magical Potions, you remember the comment the demon before made

"Beel, did you know your teammates think were dating?"

That gave the Avatar of Gluttony a pause, as he ponders

"No, but it makes a lot more things make sense..."

"Huh?" that made you pretty confused. They were saying stuff that was pertaining to you supposedly dating?

"Yeah, sometimes they would give suggestions to dinner places, I thought it was weird that they were so fancy, but the food was always good so I thought they were being nice. They would always say that you'd enjoy it too. I guess they were suggesting date spots"

That made your jaw drop. They had been suggesting upscale restaurants for you two? Then it clicked in your head, that Beel had taken you to them also. You guys had been going to date spots.

"Yeah, I guess that would also explain why they were so congratulatory when I mentioned when you and I went to them with you."

You slightly gaped at him, and subconsciously stopped walking. He stopped when you did, turning and looking at you. You both look at eachother, and then you laugh.

"No wonder they thought we were dating"

The two of you continue walking, both of you silent, yet comfortable

Until, Beel spoke up, "What if we did start dating?"

You looked at him, and smiled "Well, I wouldn't mind" you say with soft laugh "It probably wouldn't change much"

"Then, will you go on date with me?" Beel said, softly slipping his hand into yours, and you look up towards the giant, seeing the soft blush on his face

"I'd love too, Beel" you said, squeezing his hand softly, and start to swing your hands lightly, feeling on top of the world.

You were hunting for a certain sleepy demon, dead set on having a talk with him. Apparently, Belphie had taken to telling others that you were dating, without even consulting you about it. You only found out about it when you were talking with a demon you found cute and he brought up how good of a couple you and Belphie were as a couple. The shock was so big you soon ended the conversation and went to hunt down the Avatar of Sloth.

It wasn't that hard to find him, as he was where you expected him to be, in the attic. Unless he's really sleepy, he always trudges up to nap in the attic after school. You typically were nicer about waking him up, but you were filled with vengeance, so you didn't feel bad when you yelled right into his ear.

"BELPHEGOR!!!" you shouted at the top of your lungs into his ear, and he open his eyes with a huff, looking at you sleepily.

"Ugh, really? Can't you be nicer?"

"Belphegor, why are people saying were dating?" you said, standing above him, arms crossed across your chest.

He looks at you, trying to understand what you said, and then fucking smirked. You felt your anger flare up even more.

"Because I wanted too, we basically are anyways, so why not?" he said, shrugging, and rolling over to go back to sleep. You scrubbe your hand over your face, and then snatched him up by his collar.

"Belphie, we are not 'basically dating'! We don't do anything couples do!" you yelled, slightly shaking him.

"Oh yeah? Don't we cuddle a lot? Share clothes? Those are pretty couple like" he says with a smirk

"Because you sneak into my bed and steal my clothes!" you yell at him

"Yet you never do much but roll your eyes in response, if you actually cared, you'd do a lot more. Not to mention, all the things you do just with me? I've never seen you care about the others as much as me. You always make sure they include me, even if I'm asleep. Make sure I have notes even though you know I'll be fine. You do so much. Just for me" the smugness in his voice and condescending smirk makes you angry, enraged even. Yet, even then, you just let go, and roll your eyes. Okay, so maybe you did do a lot for Belphie, and maybe it was because you romantically liked him. Yet, he can't just do that! He never even formally asked you out!

"It doesn't matter what I do or don't do, what matters is that you never even told me! When people are dating, usually all the parties involved know, but you didn't tell me!"

Belphie just smiled, "Well, do you want to date?"

You just huffed and rolled your eyes

"......yeah"

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[overandundertarot]

How Can You Enhance Your Beauty?

What can you do to acentuate you features and which style/aesthetic suits you best? Lets take a look!

Please pick a card; (1-4, left to right)

Pile One(Ace of Spades)

Cards; The Empress, The world, King of Cups, Ace of Pentacles.

Pile one you have that supple, vivacious feminine beauty. Think of ancient portrayals of feminine goddesses. The way women were portrayed in renaissance paintings. Fuller figured, softer around the edges. You may be a romantic in terms of kibbe body types. You may have a wide set body and thicker bones. You could be tall, and may appear larger than you actually are. That is to say, because of the rouded nature of your appearence people may expect you to be heavier than you are or weaker/lacking muscle. A good example is Marylin monroe who was actually quite petite and was said to diet often despite her voluptuous appearence. You could have big eyes and a vacant look about you, a natural poise and grace. Despite this overt feminity, you could have androginous features. That is to say, you may have a larger nose than others, a wider jaw, slighty bigger feet, some 'traditionally masculine features' bleed into your appearence. But these just add to your beauty in a subtle way. You have a welcoming, receptive energy at first glance, think of a cancer rising. You may have had issues with people underestimating you or looking down on you because of this initial soft and welcoming appearence. People may have even sexualised you in the past, placing strange expectations on you and im also hearing that some of them outright started telling you about their sexual fantasies involving your body? Pile one, you look best when you look abundant. When you look like you are well taken care of and happy with your life, determined. When you are at a place in your life where you feel fulfilled and balanced, there is a natural glow that comes over you and enhances your beauty. Jewelry also enhances your beauty, specifically jewelry that looks expensive and tasteful. You may look really good in business casual style outfits. When you combine feminine and masculine elements in your look, it really complements your features . You look really good when you give your soft features an 'edge' this can be with makeup, fashion, whatever way you want. It's good to let some of your personality shine through, to communicate that you look soft but have a backbone. You may favour more structured, masculine looks but have had poor experiences with styling these because they may not have fit the way you wanted/imagined them on your body. Find a way to work around that, incorporate things like shoulder pads, strategically loose clothing, boots etc. There're some pictures of jennifer lawrence walking dogs that went semi-viral, her outift in those pictures would suit you well. That kind of quiet luxury fashion look.

Pile Two(Ace of Hearts)

Cards; Queen of cups reversed, 3 of swords reversed, King of swords reversed, The Fool.

Pile 2 you have a melancholy sort of beauty. There is something haunting and sad about you. When people look at you, there is a depth that they can feel. Your emotions, your sadness, you wear them on your face. This is not to say that you are sad all the time, its just that it's easy for people to attach those qualities to you. People wonder what you could be thinking about when they look at you, how your life may be going and who your friends are. Sad girl aesthetic, you may like to wear muted colours, grunge/emo fashion. You could have saturnian features; strong bone structure, deep set eyes/an intense gaze. Prominent eyes. I'm seeing that some of you have undereye circles and forehead lines/crinkles. Freckles as well. Whatever you do, it seems picturesque; perfectly imperfect. If someone were to capture you in the moment, the picture would come out with a raw, dark academia feel. You have a certain vibe that transcends what you wear/look like. You can enhance your beauty by trying something new. A lot of you who chose this pile have a comfort zone that is enforced solely through force of habit. Don't be afraid to try things that pique your interest even if it may seem strange to the people around you. Some of you want to completely change your aesthetic but are worried that you will regret it and have to buy a whole new wardrobe/makeup collection etc afterwards. It seems that a lot of looks, aesthetics appeal to you but you're not sure which to focus on. Some of you used to have a more sexy/mature vibe but feel the need to cover up/dress more conservativly recently. You'd do well to slowly incorporate the new style and grow comfortable in it day to day. For others, you're perfectly fine the way you are but are feeling stagnant. Social media trends hold quite the sway on you and you are worried about how people perceive you because you don't have the newest clothes/jewelry/shoes and dress similarly each day. You may also like to thrift your clothes and have some well loved favourites that you wear constantly. It seems there's really no issue, if you feel the want to change, try it to see if the satisfaction is as great as you would have thought. Otherwise, its not really worth the hassle. It seems that you also need to change your perspective/the content you consume. Content that aligns with your interests and natural inclinations will help you feel more secure in your habits and the way you choose to present yourself. Some of you could be thinking about undegoing surgery and making a more permanent and drastic change to your features. You are being advised to think long and hard as to why you wish to do that, and if you will really be satisfied with the results. Beauty standards change, you may find that your 'flaw' will be the next beauty trend or that you never really hated the a way a certain feature looked after all.

Pile Three(Ace of Diamonds)

Cards; The Magician. Nine of wands reversed, Ace of pentacles, Three of pentacles.

Pile 3, you have the ability to present yourself however you desire. You have a very versatile look and many makeup and fashion styles suit you. Some of you are aware of this and take advantage of the fact. But others aren't and like to stay within a single fashion/makeup style. Either way it looks good on you and you are often complimented for your looks. You are quite creative too, and customise your clothes/hair makeup to fit your personality. Something about your hair stands out. It seems that your personality may come as a surprise to people who perceive only your looks as a first impression. You could also be quite spiritual/witchy and use glamours and charms to exert a specific appeal depending on your goal. You can enhance your beauty by going for an understated look. I'm seeing that you haven't really tried simplistic makeup before, or you don't wear it often. Consulting an external influence could also help you enhance your looks. Such as colour analysis, analysing your features(like the kibbe body types), or even asking a friend what they think you should do. I'm seeing that you are generally happy with where you are in terms of looks/beauty and could just be looking to spice things up/suggestions because you are an open minded and optimistic sort of person. A message for you is also to utilise beauty sevices like spas, make up studios, stylists etc. You are good at styling yourself but other factors in your life may be occupying your time/energy and taking care of yourself may start to feel like a burden. Take the opportunity to treat yourself and relax, you deserve it!

Pile Four(Ace of Flowers)

Cards; 7 of swords, Knight of cups,4 of swords reversed, 3 of swords.

Pile 4 you have a duaity about you. I'm seeing that you dress according to how you feel. You have moments where you don't want to talk to anyone and would rather stay at home. During those moments you wear athleisure, comfortable clothes and put little effort into your appearence. But when you feel more confident and extroverted you put on bold and colourful clothes to match your bright and energetic personality at the time. You could be tall/look tall, and have a preference for baggy silhouttes. Something about your lips is prominent. You could have long limbs and be slender, regardless of your weight/fitness. You are someone who's talkative, or very expressive. You have a lot of opinions, even though you may keep them to yourself. You're quite involved in your own inner world and even when you are not talking to anyone, your face is very expressive in reaction to your thoughts. You may be cheeky as well, and like to have something going on that nobody knows about. Your personality is really shining through here, despite it being a beauty reading lol. That's your appeal, you're a whirlwind and people can't help but notice you. Your looks just add to your character. You can enhace your beauty by increasing your activity level. Becoming fit, going to the gym or participating in an active hobby. It'll suit you well to have something that occupies your mind as well as your body. Also, to try a more somber look in regard to fashion and makeup, like a dark feminine siren type of makeup style/clothing. It seems that there is also something that you have been struggling to accept about yourself, this weighs on you and is cauising visible tiredness/strain. For some of you, it is a body part that you are insecure about, for others its a tendency to overthink and neglect yourself in the process. Learning to accept that part of yourself and developing healthy coping mechanisms to distract you in your times of mental strain will have you feeling and looking more confident.

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That's it! Thank you for participating in this pick a card reading! If you would like to book a private reading with me, you can do so here. If you're interested in my other PAC's, you can check them out here!

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[viccz]

Lucifer having a crush on you.

Lucifer Supremacy ✊ !non gender specific mc!

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He knew he liked you when he started thinking about you constantly. Shopping on Azukon he wonders, what would MC like? Doing his paperwork he wonders, what would MC do if they were here? He’s always buying you things, praising you, giving you special treatment, and so much more. With all of that, he finally realized that he loves you.

At first, he feels that his feelings are distracting. He has work to do, he can’t be focused on a human. He tries to avoid meeting up with you in the halls, talking with you for too long, spending one on one time with you. It’s terrible, he misses being with you. He’d do anything just to forget these feelings and only view you as just an ordinary human. But he can’t. He can’t because you are no ordinary human. You’re his human.

He finally accepted his feelings for you. He doesn’t exactly know what to do about it though. What if you don’t love him as well? What if you like one of his brothers? He becomes worried. Very worried. But all of these thoughts leave him when he sees the way you stare at him.

It was during dinner when he noticed you staring. He was simply drinking his demonus when his eyes link with yours. Your soft eyes looking into his. You looked so wanting. Blush crept onto your face. You quickly look away, hiding your face from him, acting like nothing happened. That’s when he realized that you must care for him too. There’s been so many other signs. The way you covet his attention, the way your arms linger while hugging him, the way your eyes shy away from his while talking to him.

A few days later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needs you to be his. He yearns for your love. For your praise. Your taste. He was ready to tell you how he feels. So don’t even attempt the way you feel, he already knows you love him back. (also you’ll totally break my mans heart 😪” So, when you were conversing with Levi and Asmo, he interrupted.

“MC. Come to my room in 20. We need to discuss something important.”

Levi and Asmo looked at you. While Levi looked worried, Asmo looked at you mischievously.

“Oooh! MC! What’s going on with you and Lucifer?~”

You scoffed at him. You walked away from them both, rushing to your room to practice praying for forgiveness. You were fully convinced that you were gonna get some kind of punishment.

Lucifer hurriedly took off his clothes and slid on his robe. He set up some music and poured the both of you some demonus. The wait was excruciating. He needed you so much. He kept glancing at the time, awaiting the time you were supposed to arrive.

“…Lucifer? Can I come in?”

He got up and opened the door for you. Basically pulling you in with how he grabbed you. He sat you down on his couch. You looked so jittery, and yet, he could sense a hint of desire in your eyes.

“Please, have a drink MC.”

You were a bit skeptical. The music..the demonus..his outfit. What’s he playing at? Is he trying you make you melt with all of this romance? You awaited what was to come.

You two talked for a bit. Laughing about the brothers shenanigans. Discussing how school was going. Don’t think he didn��t notice you slowly inching closer to him. Once you were close enough, he placed his hand on your upper leg. You both then sort of froze and looked into each others eyes. He cleared his throat and said..

“ MC, about what I called you here for..well..how do I put this. I care deeply about you MC. So much that I dare to even say that I love you. I feel like i’ve known you for eons. So tell me, darling. Do you..love me back..?”

You were stunned. You couldn’t believe this. He really feels the same? He had you scared for a second! That jerk! But a beautiful jerk. Oh Diavlo,, what do you say?

“I..I love you too, Lucifer..”

He smiled. He quickly embraced you. He rested his head in the crook of your neck. He was breathing heavily, as if he had been holding his breath. You wrapped your arms around him too. Both relived that the other feels the same way.

You stayed in his room for the rest of the night. Drinking demonus and speaking sweet nothings into each others ears. He felt full of pride. You were finally his lover. He absolutely adores you.

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mwaaahahahahaha this was fun to write. Hope you guys enjoy this one 👾👾👾

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[poisonous-honey]

Nahida’s Precious Tailor

The little lord of Sumeru calls upon your aid as she wishes for a wardrobe change.

Who’s Here: Reader/Player, Nahida, Wanderer, Kaveh, and Alhaitham makes a short appearance

Contains: Cursing, SAGAU (Self Aware Genshin Alternate Universe), Artist/Tailor Reader, Reader isn’t explicitly shipped with anyone so you can make do however you wish

Note: Inspired by @sunnysolaria. Not their exact ask, I just had fun making this (～￣▽￣)～ (i.e. this basically word vomit)

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Time ticks by as you and Nahida sit in the middle of the Sanctuary of Surasthana. You can vaguely hear the sounds of children singing softly in the background which makes it a bit more eerie to be here, but you push it away to try and focus on the task asked of you. Nahida looks on in wonder as you continue to ponder, not noticing you’ve started to mumble out loud. 

“I knew you liked to waste your own time, but I thought you’d at least be decent enough to spare others from your terrible habits.”

Hearing Wanderer you’re snapped out of your thoughts and turn your eyes away from Nahida to see him arrive. Your mind, still a jumbled mess, can barely recall what he said to make a proper retort. You assume he insulted you so you open your mouth hoping to say any form of comeback.

“Sup.” 

Of course, you didn’t. 

Nahida quickly spreads her arms wide taking Wanderer’s scrutinizing eyes off your form, allowing you to collect your thoughts better.

“I’ve asked them to be my tailor! They’re helping me think of outfit designs! Some of the ones they’ve already thought of have been fascinating!”

You blank for a sec upon hearing that. You’re happy she liked some of the designs you thought of, but you forgot she could read your mind at all. Trying to shake the thought that she could read your mind whenever she pleases, you turn to Wanderer to shoo him away.

“Yeah I’m actually here for important business, so if you could skedaddle somewhere else for a bit that’d be great.”

He ignores you and keeps his attention focused on Nahida, which has you silently cursing under your breath.

“Why do you even need new clothes? Let alone asking the Player to design and make them for you. Their sense of fashion is atrocious.”

You gasp and put your hand to your chest. You’re about to tell him your clothes were for sure more comfortable than anything he could be wearing, but Nahida cuts you off.

“Before the Player landed in Teyvat, they would sometimes bring up pictures of everyone with different clothes. Some people looked completely different from how they are now.”

Your brow raises as you cock your head. You didn’t think they could see anything outside the game when you were playing. They were too good at hiding everything they were able to do to your device. Or maybe it was just Nahida, that would be better for your peace of mind.

“Oh, so you saw your beta designs? Is that why you asked me specifically?”

Nahida nods her head, “Partly. It’s why I wanted to try something different, but I haven’t actually seen my own alternative designs. I can’t say I’m not still curious to see them.”

Your eyes brighten just a little. “I can still show you if you want me too! It’s all saved to a photo album on my phone. I’d just have to find it.”

She leans in closer to you with curiosity and marvel on her face. You take that as a yes and take-out your phone to start looking for it. During the time it takes you to find the set of pictures Wanderer ends up sitting next to you and staring at all the pictures you pass by. As soon as you find Nahida’s beta designs and hand her your phone, Wanderer starts to come at you.

“Wow, someone’s obsessed.”

Your head whips to his direction, and you look at him with a mix of disdain and embarrassment. The sadistic pleasure is very visible on his face as he continues.

“Over 2000 pictures dedicated to us? And a lot of them seem to be of the same person. I wonder what they’d think if they knew you had sections dedicated to them in your photo gallery.”

Shame shimmers underneath your skin the more he talks. You’re glad he only saw the folder number. You stopped organizing your pictures in folders a long time ago so you can’t imagine how much you have now. If he knew the actual number you’d probably die on the spot. Even so, you don’t want to take shit from this fucking edgelord.

“Oh shut the fuck up! I didn’t know any of you were even real at the time I just liked the game okay.”

He arches his brow and rests his head on his hand, still carrying that shit-eating grin, “The fact you thought we weren’t even sentient just makes this more pathetic.”

Wanderer soon brings up the pictures he saw of himself on your phone which has you combusting on the spot. Nahida continues to stare at her beta designs, ignoring the “argument” going on between you two. She examines them for a bit longer before tapping your shoulder to get your attention and holds out your phone for you to take back.

You quickly take it and hide the source of your shame, giving Wanderer the middle finger while you're at it. You focus as much on Nahida as you can, with him laughing in the background. 

“Did you like any of them?”

Nahida stares at you intently for a moment before saying anything. “Player, would you have preferred it if I looked like one of these designs?”

You’re stunned for a sec before panic quickly sets in. Of course, she was probably reading your mind to see what you thought of them. You thought they were all pretty interesting, but you didn’t want her thinking you thought they were superior. You vaguely hear Wanderer tease you for managing to upset such a forgiving god and Nahida saying that she wasn’t upset, just asking, but it’s in one ear and out the other amidst your frantic state.

“Oh! No, no, no, no, no, no Nahida you got the wrong idea!” You take your phone back out before gesturing to the whole page of beta designs. “Yeah I think these designs are cool, some more than others but that’s beside the point! I like you Nahida even if your dress looks like a shuttlecock-”

“What are you even saying-”

“Stop focusing on the unimportant Wanderer.”

He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes.

“But you’re you. For a lot of these I think they had a different vision of you in mind when drawing these.”

Nahida puts her hands on yours and only then did you realize how much you were fidgeting. She smiles warmly at you, “There’s no need to be so nervous. I was just asking!”

You deflate in relief, “Thank goodness. I guess back to my last question then… Did you like any of them? If you thought one of them was pretty good I could make that for you?”

She thinks on it for a moment and ultimately shakes her head, “I did like a couple, but I’d rather you make me something new! There’s a reason these weren’t chosen, and you said it yourself they don’t make you think of me. I know you put your heart into the clothes you make, so a design made by you, for me, is perfect.”

You smile at her. Her faith in you to make something good for her fills you with pride.

“I’ll do my best for you.”

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Wanderer opening his mouth, probably to talk more shit, so before he can say anything you make a show of stretching and square him straight in his face. He roughly grabs your hand and pushes it away from him, staring at you with the fiercest scowl you’ve seen from him. You merely smirk in his direction.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I forgot you were there. I was just trying to stretch, no hard feelings yeah?”

You put your phone away again and get up to leave, waving goodbye to Nahida and ignoring Wanderer’s pointed gaze as you walk towards the door. Nahida cheerfully waves back and Wanderer silently seethes in his place. 

⭐⭐⭐⭐

On your way down to the ground floor of the city you continue to brainstorm multiple ideas to potentially make for Nahida. Dresses, regal robes, bejewelled shirts, and big pants. Should you try to lean into her godhood? Maybe go for a nature theme or add more computer-Esq patterns into the design. Should you give the poor girl shoes? You’re so deep in thought you don’t realize how close you had gotten to the edge of the pathway. A stray tree branch catches your foot, and you trip, snapping out of your mind to see houses and merchant stalls.

Luckily before you could plummet onto some poor person’s roof you’re caught by your arm and roughly pulled away from the ledge and into someone’s chest. You both fall to the ground and a small group of students that witnessed your mishap crowded around you.

“Oh my Archons, are you two okay?” “Do you need any help?” “Can we get you anything?”

“I’m fine thank you, but Player, are you okay?”

“Kaveh!?”

You get up and turn around to see it was indeed Kaveh that had saved you from cracking your head open on one of the rooftops below. He’s helped up by one of the others, and he stares at you intently.

“Yes it’s me, but seriously are you okay?”

You hear some of the others murmuring questions, mostly asking if you’re okay. “Yeah I’m fine. Thank you, really.”

You, of course, take this moment to hug him which Kaveh immediately reciprocates. “Gods you need to be more careful. You nearly scared me half to death.”

He peels himself away from you when he notices the others are still worried about you. The few students around ask if you’re sure you’re okay and fawn over you a little before leaving you in Kaveh’s care. As you’re waving bye you feel Kaveh’s hand rest on your shoulder which has you turn to look at him, his gaze still filled with concern.

“Are you sure you-”

“Yes Kaveh. You saved me, I’m fine.”

You grab his hand and hold it in front of you. It looked like he wanted to say a lot more, but he eventually settled and gazed at you softly, tightening his grip on your hand just a bit. “I’m glad. So what’s weighing so heavily on your mind that you can’t look up to notice your surroundings?”

You fidget under his stare for a second, not being able to remember until you see Wanderer flying off somewhere in the distance. It feels like you were hit with a brick as you remember the important task that was given to you. As you turn back to Kaveh to explain, you stop to look at what he’s wearing. It’s his normal outfit, but taking it all in you realize you don’t know what makes Sumeru wear… Sumeru wear. You’re pulled into your thoughts again and about to walk off before Kaveh pulls you back a little, clearly confused.

“Hold on, where are you going??”

Oh yeah, you had forgotten he asked you a question. “Nahida asked me if I could design new clothes for her. I was thinking of ideas earlier, but now I see all of them were lacking. None of them really looked like Sumeru clothes so now I need to do research since,” You look over Kaveh’s outfit again and take a glance at the people around you, “I don’t even know where to start.”

His brows furrow, and his hand moves to his chin. You want to chuckle seeing him do the thinking idle animation, but you don’t want him to start overthinking his existence again over something so trivial. Suddenly, Kaveh grabs you by your shoulders and his face ends up really close to yours.

“I can help you! If you want me to, that is.”

You stare at Kaveh in slight surprise. You guess you should've known he’d want to help with your artistic endeavours.

“You know how to make clothes?”

He falters a bit, but is still as enthusiastic as before, “Well no, but I do know a thing or two about style. I learned more than just how to make a building during my time at the Academia you know.”

He playfully pokes your forehead, and you swat his hand away with a smile. “Yeah I wasn’t thinking. I’d definitely appreciate your help.”

“Perfect! We can start by heading to the Grand Bazaar. Oh, but first I have to drop off my materials. I was on my way to do that before I had to drop everything to keep you from falling.”

You look past him to see a ton of blueprints and rulers and a ton of other materials. Making your way over you start to pick everything up for him, Kaveh soon following suit. You hear him mumbling, hoping nothing broke in his rush. Guilt creeps up your spine seeing him fret over every item he picks up.

“... Sorry.”

His head snaps to your direction hearing you apologize and quickly tries to calm any guilt you currently feel. “Please it’s okay, besides it doesn’t seem like anything’s broken. If you still want to make it up to me then try taking better care of yourself.”

You huff and continue to help him collect his things off the floor. “That’s a tall ask, but I’ll try for you.”

“You better.”

You finish gathering all of Kaveh’s materials and help him carry them on the way to Alhaitham’s despite all his protests saying he could do it himself.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

“What are you doing here??”

“This is my house, or did you forget?”

You honestly weren’t expecting to see Alhaitham today. You were pretty sure you caught sight of him in the Academia on your way to the Sanctuary or Surasthana so you assumed he was working. Judging by Kaveh’s reaction, you guess that’s what he was supposed to be doing.

Kaveh scoffs, “Never mind. Player, can you hand me the rest of my things? You can wait here while I put them all away.”

Kaveh carefully brings his materials over to his room, and you decide to sit next to Alhaitham as you wait for him to put them away. He’s currently reading something you have no hope of ever understanding. You’re content to sit here in silence as you wait not wanting to bother him, when he starts talking, not even taking his eyes off the book he’s reading.

“You nearly had quite the fall earlier. You’re quite lucky Kaveh was able to catch you in time.”

It takes you a bit to register what he was referring to, but when it settles you gawk at him, barely believing what he’s insinuating.

“Wait, so you saw me nearly fall to my death, and didn’t even bother to check up on me??”

He closes his book with a snap and turns to look at you. Moments like this make you wish you were able to read him, his passive face making it near impossible to tell what he was thinking. You watch as he reaches for something behind him and pulls out a small heart-shaped gold and green box with a soft glow. He hands it to you without saying a word.

You take it and inspect it for a while, not being able to figure out what it is. You don’t see any clasps or hinges to be able to open it so you’re filled with nothing but questions.

“What’s this for?”

“Consider it my apology for not checking up on you earlier. Open it later.”

You huff and nod your head. Realizing you're probably not going to get anymore out of him you change the topic, talking to him about whatever you feel like as you wait for Kaveh. You’re in the middle of explaining the task Nahida gave you and the research you’re about to do when Kaveh finally steps out of his room.

“Everything's put away, we can head off now!”

You get up excited and skip to the front door, not realizing Alhaitham getting up as well. Kaveh does though and swiftly starts to question him. 

“Where are you going? Back to work I’d hope.”

That has you turning around right before the door.

“I have some things I need to acquire at the Bazaar. Since you’re also going I thought to simply come along.”

You smile, you appreciate the thought, but feel Kaveh won’t in the slightest.

“Oh no you’re not coming with us! Knowing you, you’d try to but in with your own ‘advice’ when you don’t even understand the first thing about art. The clothes our Player is designing are for Lord Kusanali. Any help that you could provide would only serve to make the design a disaster.”

Your face falls as Kaveh starts an argument with Alhaitham, exactly what you expected. You debate dragging him away, but decide against it, saying you’ll wait for him outside. The only sign that he heard you is the slight turn of his head before you step outside yourself.

As you exit you look at the heart-shaped box Alhaitham gave you. You’re far too impatient to wait until you get home to see what’s inside, but you don’t know how to open it. You fiddle with it for a while when you hear the door open and close. Turning around you see Kaveh step outside and shove the box in his direction. 

“Huh? What’s this?”

“Alhaitham gave this to me, but I have no idea how to open it. Can you maybe, help me?”

He complains under his breath hearing Alhaitham’s name, but does take it from you to inspect it. Barely any time passes when he realizes what it is and presses on the jewel in the centre of the box. You flinch as wings suddenly pop out from its sides. Kaveh hands it back to you, and you stare at it with glee. He gave you a Sumeru styled glider.

“What a coincidence.”

You roll your eyes and try pressing the jewel to get the wings to retract, which it does, and tell Kaveh to shush. 

“Give him the benefit of the doubt just this once. I’ll have to thank him later. Anyway, what was the plan again?”

A smile finally forms on his face, and he goes over the plan he concocted “Yes! First we’ll stop by the Grand Bazaar, the Zubayr Theatre will have plenty of costumes that we can look at. I also know a few market stalls that sell fabric-”

You listen to him go on for a while when your eyes start to wander, and it’s when your eyes land on someone rummaging through their clothes looking for something you remember Kaveh’s and Alhaitham’s shared idle animation. He had them earlier, but just to make sure you decide to ask anyway.

“Sorry to interrupt, but you have your keys right Kaveh?

Kaveh stops and turns to you. You see his face contort multiple times, like he’s struggling to decide whether he should feel offended or not, before sighing.

“Of course I do, they're right… Uhh.”

You cross your arms and stare at him with as much disappointment you could muster. You watch as his face turns red as he continues patting himself down. Soon he gives up and slumps.

“... I think I left them with all of my things.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How did you even-”

“I have no idea. Give me a sec I’ll go get them.”

⭐⭐⭐⭐

Nahida twirls around in front of a mirror much larger than her, looking at the clothing you made for her from all angles. Her green mantelet swirls around her, the edge covered in padisarah designs and her bell chiming with every movement. The coat underneath a darker shade filled with swirls and flowing behind her legs. The necklace you gave her thumping against the sleeveless white shirt. In case she wanted some type of sleeves you also made white add-on sleeves with golden cufflets. Where the shirt ends, beads were placed to separate the blue and purple scarf around her waist. It had pale yellow ruffles that flowed over her pants. The pants are fairly puffy, also white and stop right above her ankles. You also decided to make her shoes, white and the same green as her mantelet with gold accents and adorned with green jewels at their tips. 

You fidget in your place behind her and mindlessly twiddle your thumbs. She hasn’t said anything yet, and it was starting to get to you. You spent a long time looking over clothes and books with Kaveh to try and understand Sumeru design, but even after all the studying you were still nervous presenting it to her. You’re at least thankful Wanderer hasn’t said anything to spite you yet.

Not wanting to be stuck in suspense any longer you just decide to ask her directly. “So Nahida… Do you like it? ‘Cause if you don’t I can make something else-”

“No I love it!” She turns and lets you see the massive smile on her face, her arms still spread wide. “I especially like the scarf. I’m not exactly sure why, but it reminds me of something I lost. I appreciate it, thank you!”

You breathe a sigh of relief. The scarf is what you were most worried about since it didn’t match the rest of the colour scheme. Especially since Kaveh had quite a bit to say about it, but you felt it to be integral. 

She then turns her attention to Wanderer, who still hasn’t said anything yet. “What do you think?”

He stares at her outfit for a moment, looking her up and down, before sighing and reluctantly giving his own opinion, “It’s… Alright.”

You elbow him in the arm for that which he barely even reacts to. “Oh come on, surely you have more to say than that.”

His brow twitches, “It’s amazing you managed to make anything presentable.”

You scoff and back away from him, “Never mind I don’t want your opinion anymore.”

Nahida claps her hands and grabs both of your attention, “I’m glad you like it too! Maybe our player can design you some new clothes as well!” 

“As if.” “Fat chance.”

You both end up dismissing the idea at the same time. The thought of working as hard as you did for Nahida on someone like Wanderer makes you want to die. He probably wouldn’t even try it on.

You then remember Kaveh wanted you to tell him everything after once you finished up here. Knowing him he’s been letting this eat away at his thoughts, so you should probably head off now.

You relay this to both of them, Nahida nods in understanding before waving cheerfully and Wanderer just walks off, causing you to roll your eyes. You wave back to Nahida and as you turn around you suddenly trip and fall face-first into the floor.

“Oh, sorry. I was just trying to stretch, you got in my way.”

Looking up you see Wanderer, dead faced as usual, but you can see the mirth in his eyes. Kaveh is instantly forgotten as you feel rage fill you and bubble under your skin. He starts to walk towards the exit, and you hop up to follow him, yelling and cussing him out as you try to catch up. Nahida watches on with a small smile, clutching the scarf in her hands.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

Thanks for reading! 

Here’s the sketch I made to try and better describe her clothing. I’m terrible at describing clothing and wish I could just beam the perfect descriptors onto the page lmao.

I’m not exactly happy with the colour scheme (The cloak/mantelet reminds me too much of Collei’s), but this was the first time I’ve designed anything more complicated than a sweater and hoodie lol. I’m still proud I managed to come up with anything. As to why I gave importance to the scarf, it’s ‘cause I tried to make it look like a Rukkhashava Mushroom. 

“A fungus that grows in layers upon layers, like a sea of clouds, and which mostly grows on trees deep in the rainforest. Therefore, they are considered by the people of Sumeru to be the holy crystallization of Rukkhadevata's legacy. In Sumeru, those who dwell in the forest have a tradition of offering Rukkhashava Mushrooms to the Akademiya, but no one knows what these offerings are meant to be used for. Word has it that the Akademiya always performs a secret annual ritual at the Sanctuary of Surasthana, during which the sages will consume these mushrooms to commemorate Lord Rukkhadevata's sacrifice.”

And here’s her beta designs from Hoyo if you’re interested

#Genshin x reader #Sagau #Self Aware Genshin #Kaveh x Reader #Wanderer x Reader #Nahida & Reader #X Reader #Reader Insert #I could barely read this over when I finished so if there’s any spelling mistakes please don’t tell me #This is all over the place #but I had fun #Also I realized when writing this I love people arguing and bantering #Being able to argue with others with no real malice behind it or any hard feelings is peak relationship to me #Pois.Writes #Pois.Posts

[ellecdc]

Hey girl I loved cbbh! You’re so relented. Could you do dating head canons similar to the ones you did for regulus but with James? Have a nice day🫶🏻

Thanks so much dolly! Glad you enjoyed - here's your request!!!

A/N: Still figuring out the best formatting for these - each new text block = a headcanon, bullets are subcategories

Dating James Potter Headcanons

This man is an open book: whatever he is thinking, feeling, doing, is written all over his face

Cannot lie to save his life – therefore he is never the lookout for their pranks 

It also means he can never surprise you because he gets too excited – he’s gone xmas shopping/shopping for your bday? You may as well open it the second he gets home; he’ll buy you another one anyway

Opposites attract is the motto James Potter lives by - this man’s soulmate will either be the black cat to his golden retriever, or the shy/quiet to his loud and outgoing, the introvert to his extrovert etc etc

Does not understand the concept of boundaries/personal space – THIS DOES NOT MEAN HE DOESN’T RESPECT BOUNDARIES – but he will be up in your personal space 24/7, sitting nearly on top of you, following you around, walking in on you changing without batting an eye, try feeding you or taking food right off your plate. I don’t know if it’s the only child thing, but he just does not seem to mind being all up in other people’s business

He’s very understanding if you tell him to back off though – will respect your boundaries (you just have to set them)

I actually don’t think James would be super into showering gifts all of the time, like he will absolutely buy you anything you want, but he’s not the kind of boyfriend to show up with gifts and trinkets or purses or new outfits/clothes/jewelry all of the time – at least not at first 

I think this is because he grew up always just having what he wanted/needed so never thinks of it? It’s only when he’ll go out shopping for a specific reason that he accidentally comes home with 293843209473 unnecessary things that made him think of you or that you’d like or that would look pretty on you etc. etc. 

He is 100000000000000% acts of service dude (at least in my mind)

Need the snow shoveled? Done

Need your oil changed? Done 

Need to run to the store for something? His shoes are on

He definitely had to wear you down (as he is the opposite of you…hopeless romantic + the person who thinks they’re unlovable etc, etc) 

In this day an age of consent and harassment etc, I don’t imagine him being the kind of guy who was like super annoying about it (even though you certainly got annoyed) but he was really polite about it

“Hi Y/N! fancy a trip with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“In your dreams Potter.”

“Got it! Have a nice week.”

And then a few weeks later he’d try again 

I think his 24/7 bubbliness freaked you out a bit – no one could ever possibly be that happy all of the time

He finally wore you down when you realized he could take things seriously

You’d gotten a rather painful letter from home and had secluded yourself into an empty classroom to cry in peace (this damn school is so big yet there’s nowhere to get some privacy!?)

“Y/N?” a timid voice from the doorway called to you

You sighed and tried to wipe the tears from your eyes in vain 

“What do you want, Potter?”

He walked into the room and sat down across from you “Are you okay?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as fresh tears escaped you. “I think it’s pretty clear I’m not.”

He offered you a small smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and looked to the ceiling in an attempt to stop the flow of tears

“Don’t stop crying, not on my account, not if you’re not ready to.”

You looked at him in bewilderment before you realized his face was solemn and sincere

A sob escaped you 

Slowly, James moved from his spot across from you to take a seat beside you and just opened his arms – an invitation 

You considered the fact that there was a chance you would regret it, but you couldn’t deny how inviting his embrace appeared

THIS MAN GIVES THE BEST HUGS I’m sorry there’s no if’s and’s or but’s. even in his platonic relationships – all his friends are like “James is the best hugger and best cuddler”

He never pressed you to talk about what had you so upset that day – just to let you know that you always could talk to him if you needed to 

It’s like you saw him as a real human being for a minute: not a pureblood, not a quidditch player, not a marauder…just James.

It was refreshing 

You agreed to go to Hogsmeade with him that weekend 

It was a little awkward – you could tell he never really planned to get this far 

You asked him questions about himself, and he seemed to loosen up fairly quickly after that

He was so excited to tell you about his friends, his parents, childhood pets, career aspirations

You’d ask follow-up questions and found yourself laughing at different anecdotes or side stories 

Every time he’d answer one of your questions, he’d flip it back onto you

At first you thought he was making fun of you/being condescending when you’d tell a story because he was so, so, so into it. Like almost cartoonish in the way he dialed into your every word

You soon realized he was actually just so unbelievably interested in anything and everything you had to say and so grateful you were sharing with him

That never changed – he hung onto your every word throughout your entire relationship

He wants to be touching – all of the time 

Walking? Holding hands

Sitting beside each other? Shoulders/thighs/knees/ankles are connected 

Lounging on the couch? You’re on his lap

Studying? You’re sitting in the same chair and his chin is hooked over your shoulder

He’s a loud lover – aka, PDA, everyone who knows either of you knows that you’re together. He’s rarely seen in public without you and if you’re not there he’s probably talking about you

I could actually see James getting quite jealous/territorial 

He’d try so hard to play it cool at a party if you were sitting on the couch and some other guy started hitting on you 

He trusted you! He didn’t have to be standing guard at every given moment 

Everyone knew you were together anyway, it was probably harmless

Ain’t nothing harmless about his hand placement what the fuck???

And suddenly he’s sliding in between you and Slime Ball ™ as he’s now dubbed the arse who dared make a move on his perfect angel thank you very much 

Definitely the type to get into a fight if someone shoved you/bumped into you at a party or club

Especially if they didn’t immediately apologize to his sweet angel baby 

Fuckers 

He’d be talking about yours and his shared future home/life/family from nearly the very beginning of your relationship

He’d actually been imagining it for years before that, but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud

He’d be the kind of guy to have children’s names picked out – he’d get so excited any time you said something like “awe, Aurelia, that’s a sweet name” and he’d write it down somewhere for future use 

James is absolutely the type of boyfriend where you’d never have to wonder exactly how they felt about you – you would know how treasured you are from the moment you wake up to the second you fall asleep

Sometimes, you’d even feel the depth of his love in your dreams 

#james potter fluff #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #ask elle #james potter #james potter headcanon #dating James Potter #dating James Potter headcanons #james fleamont potter #jfp #ellecdc fics

[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

#venture bros #the venture bros #my art #rusty venture #jonas venture sr #blue morpho #jefferson twilight #alchemist venture bros #colonel gentleman #shoreleave #jonas venture jr #dr.gf #dr. girlfriend #dr mrs the monarch #watch and ward #watch and ward venture bros #the monarch #henchman 21 #gary fischer #pete white venture bros #pete white #billy quizboy #dr girlfriend #vbros #billy whalen #vendata #dermott venture bros #dermott fictel #genderbend #genderswap

[lawrites]

Rubens Can Suck It!!

Sweet Gotham S1! Edward Nygma x Plus Size! Female Reader

You are having an awful day when someone leaves a note on your desk, describing your figure. It sets you off, and Ed is the one who seeks to comfort you.

This fic features a LOT of insecurities, specifically around being plus size. It talks about the feeling of being seen by others and how shitty some officers at the GCPD are. But Ed is sweet. No warnings beyond that EXCEPT some dirty thoughts from Ed 👀.

It's been an awful morning and it's only 8 AM.

As a woman who works in a field primarily made up of men, especially a plus size woman, you have made your confidence into your armor. Yeah some of the officers could be pigs, (most of them, actually), but you do love your body and how it looks, so it doesn't bother you.

You enjoy wearing bold colors, pretty dresses, structured pant suits, and even pencil skirts to work most days. They make you feel infallible, and you KNOW you look cute in them. No matter what those tiny men say, you can get through the day feeling good.

And usually...it works. There are some days that you think everyone struggles with their looks, no matter their size. It's what happens when your society is constantly screaming "YOU CAN BE BETTER BUY THIS PRODUCT" at you from all angles.

And so, while you are beating yourself up for letting your confidence slip, you decide to go ahead and make yourself more comfortable while you get it back. Especially because trying to force it wasn't working.

Every glance in the mirror was followed by a critical voice, today. Your hair just didn't sit right, your chosen outfit was too tight and the textures were bothering you, and the high heels you sometimes wear would clack and bring eyes to you. All of that sounded just...exhausting, especially when you just want to get through the day and go home without drawing any attention to yourself.

While usually a pair of eyes on you wouldn't bother you, the thought of Harvey Bullock only staring at your tits when he talks to you, or Jim glancing up and down in what he thinks is a subtle way, or any of the officers giggling when you walk by...yeah it would take only one thing to set you off today, you can tell.

So, while it isn't the most flattering outfit you own, you throw your hair into a ponytail and pull an oversized sweater and linen pants on. Comfy, cozy, still professional enough, and properly disguising your body from any eyes, appreciative or insulting.

After that rollercoaster of emotions while you were getting ready, you don't have time to stop for coffee on your way in, which just adds to your mood. And, of fucking course, some guy decided to begin terrorizing Gotham at 7 in the fucking morning, so all public transport is delayed.

You barely manage to get to your desk by 8 AM with no coffee and already in a bad mood. Setting your stuff down, you dig your palms into your eyes, trying to fight off the urge to just leave. A small slip of paper in neat handwriting makes you smile just a bit, though.

What is always found on the ground

But never gets dirty?

You struggle for a second, your brain moving at a slow pace thanks to the lack of coffee. That is, until you hear footsteps and something blocks the lights streaming in from the windows. You gasp and turn towards Edward Nygma, who is standing right next to you and casting a...

"Shadow!" You blurt out.

He gives you one of his sweet, tight-lipped smiles and nods. "Correct!"

You force a cheery tone to your voice so you don't spoil his mood. Ed may be a bit...odd, but he is one of your best friends here, and he doesn't deserve to be brought down just because you aren't in a good mood. "Great! How many is that so far, Eddie?"

He immediately recites, "That would be 85 riddles correctly guessed out of 90 I have shared with you. 3 you needed a hint for and 2 you did not solve entirely."

You cross your arms in mock anger. "Hey! I did my best! Those ones were hard. It's almost like you wanted me to fail or something."

He hurriedly scrambles to get the next sentence out, "Oh! Oh I would n-never! I j-just..."

Whoops, guess your bad mood made that "mock" anger sound more like actual anger. You take on a placating tone, "Ed, it's ok! I know you just enjoy riddles. And sometimes that big brain of yours makes up a new one that stumps me."

You laugh, maybe a bit bitterly, now, as your bad mood forces itself to the front again. The next sentence is nearly mumbled, "I mean, it must be difficult, sometimes, making puzzles for someone who isn't as smart as you."

Ed seems confused more than anything, now. "I'm...I'm not sure what brought that on, but writing down riddles for you every morning is f-fun for me!"

You sigh, twirling a pen from your desk in your hand to avoid eye contact. "It's just...it's just one of those days, Ed. I couldn't find an outfit that made me look nice..."

Ed interrupts you with his insistence, but he still stumbles over his words, "B-but you always look n-nice!"

Your smile comes out as a grimace, "You're sweet, Ed, but everyone doesn't think so." You glance around to make sure that your next words aren't overheard. "I know that I can usually brush cruel insults away, because I try to tell myself I'm beautiful..." You choke out the last part of your sentence, cutting yourself off before you get too emotional in the middle of the office.

You get up and decide to leave the main lobby to get some of the shitty coffee from the break room. At least there you could better disguise the tears in your eyes. "It's really not a big deal, Ed. I guess I'm just not myself, today. Give it a day or two and I'll be more amusing."

And without waiting for a response, you hurry off.

He stands there awkwardly for a few moments, unsure how to respond to the dismissal you just gave him. Usually the two of you would talk for at least 5 more minutes.

Wracking his brain as he walks away, he tries to think of something to cheer you up.

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Rubens

Flashes of his paintings fly through Ed's mind as he attempts to type out a sweet note to you. Every time he gets a glance of a plush thigh or your soft belly, he thinks of how he painted Venus, the Goddess of Beauty.

A voice he's been trying to avoid for a while now pipes up, Yeah, Goddess of only beauty? I'm sure that's all you're thinking about, Ed. How about Goddess of Se-

Ed cuts the voice off before it can finish that thought, but now he is unfortunately thinking about it, even at work. Rubens didn't paint all of his women clothed, especially Venus. Her nude form fuses with yours in Ed's mind, haunting him, taunting him.

There's just...so much he can play with. Your body...so much he can sink his long fingers into. He goes back to your belly, what he has ascertained to be the main source of your insecurity. He empathizes with that, but all he can think of whenever you wear something tight is bending you over in the medical lab on site and holding onto that plush belly as he-

Again, he cuts himself off. He would like to think that the other voice took over again there, but those thoughts were all him. He adjusts himself a bit as he sits at his desk, trying to be subtle.

Then he looks back at the screen in front of him, remembering your mood today, and that hits him like a bucket of cold water. He curses the tears in your eyes from old insecurities popping up again. He has seen you become more and more confident in your time at the GCPD, learning to ignore the pigs that giggle at everything that isn't "normal" to them.

Ed knows that feeling, and especially the taunts from those cops, well. He's off, to them. He never quite knows when to start or end a conversation, and he injects his interests even when he knows people are tired of them.

And that's why he likes (loves) you. You always smile and try with his riddles. You even continue to talk to him after, and are interested in who he is outside of work! That's rare. And if he could return that joy you have given him every day, it would be worth it for the possibility of you figuring out his true thoughts.

Unfortunately, while he has a mind for riddles, analytics, and all things mathematical, he has not been as blessed with poetry. So he wants to type this out...if nothing else than to keep you from feeling like you owe him something.

He types and deletes and types and deletes, looks at the clock, drums his fingers on the desk, and then types slowly this time. Reading it over, he nods at what he has written. It's not amazing, but he hopes it will make you feel like there are people in the office that are on your side, maybe even a secret admirer.

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And now you're soaking wet. You just wanted to escape your desk and get a simple sandwich and the sky decided that it was a perfect time to begin a deluge right before you got back to the GCPD building. Why? God hates you, apparently. There's no other explanation that would satisfy your overdramatic mind at this point in time.

Luckily you managed to keep your precious food dry by stuffing it under your coat, but the rest of you is definitely not so lucky. You huff and start towards your desk. Bullock sees you on the way, starts a sentence of some sort, (most likely to quip at your condition), but the glare you send his way shuts him up immediately.

You end up collapsing at your desk and peeling off your outer coat, feeling the air conditioning of the building start to combine with your wet clothes to make a chill seep into your bones. Trying to ignore it but unable to suppress a shiver, you place your food on your desk...wait...is that? It is! Someone left a little typed note to you under the bag.

You pick up the note, giving it a quick glance to see if there was anything to connect it to someone. There are no initials or name...hmmm.

Your eyes read over the words on the page once...twice. And your heart shatters. How could...why would...how could someone be so heartless that they would taunt you today of all days?

There is a group of those rude, awful officers that like to congregate together around the water cooler, gossiping and laughing at anyone who wasn't them. But right now, one of them is talking while looking directly at you, and when he stops he throws his head back in laughter, with the rest following.

Holding back a sob, you crumple the letter in your hand and get out of the room as fast as you can without running. As soon as you are out of their sight, tears start streaming down your face and you run to a nearby empty room. It doesn't even matter what it is, you just care that it's empty and safe and lock the door behind you, collapsing against a wall and trying to catch your breath as you gasp for air.

You hold that position for only about 30 seconds, trying to muffle your sobs so they couldn't be heard by anyone outside, but apparently you weren't quiet enough. A quiet knock sounds on the door.

Tap tap tap

You do your best to school your voice, but it still comes out shaky as you reply "Please find another room."

But the voice that filters through the door is one you recognize well.

"Y-you looked cold, so I brought you an emergency blanket. Oh! And a-also your lunch."

You let out a sob, unable to stifle it. "T-thank you, Ed." And you walk over to the door to unlock it, opening it just a tad so he can't see your state.

But Ed is observant, and even with what little you present to him, he can see you are massively upset. Your eyes are bloodshot, and you are trembling, whether from the cold or from your current emotions, that he can't tell. He tries his best to gather some courage.

"W-would you mind if I sat with you for l-lunch?" He holds up your bag of food and you notice that his own lunch is clasped in his hand behind it.

Quickly, you try to consider if you are ready to fully cry in front of Ed, but his kind, if nervous, smile and his own insistence on joining you made you certain that he wouldn't be too judgemental.

You turn your head to the side to try and hide it a bit more as you step back to open the door. Your arm sweeps over to gesture to where you were sitting. "Be my guest, Mr. Nygma."

This makes him let out a nervous chuckle, but he enters anyway. You close the door behind him and lock it.

"I hope you don't mind, I just don't want anyone to see me...well..."

He nods, "That is perfectly understandable."

You both stand awkwardly for a few moments, but you eventually feel the floor calling to you again, so you nestle against the wall where you previously had collapsed. Ed slowly settles down at a respectable distance from you, his gangly limbs shuffling until he finds a comfortable position.

When he hands you your bag of food, he decides it's better to talk about what happened than sit in silence. "M-may I ask why you are upset?" You glance at him, and your eyes start to fill with tears again. He hurriedly starts to stutter through another sentence, "Oh! B-but if you p-prefer not to talk about it, t-that's ok!"

You shake your head, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I guess people like to take advantage of you when you're down sometimes, Ed."

You sigh, but begin feeling more angry than sad. "I mean, I've been in a bad mood all day, I got rained on when I was just trying to get some food, and then some asshole leaves me this."

You open your hand to reveal the crumpled note to Ed. He keeps his face as neutral as he can, recognizing it. Oh no, you fucked up, Ed! The voice in his head gleefully taunts.

Your sniffle brings him back, and you look down at the note, spreading it out so you can read it out loud.

"While you are not seen by others as a beauty

I cannot keep myself from glancing at your desk.

Your figure is full, and yet one word sticks truly,

I can only describe you as such: Rubenesque."

Ed ponders over the poem, while a bit rudimentary, it was full of his true compliments to you. But your face crumples when you get to the last word, stuttering it out.

Your eyes look to him, "I mean, Ed! How could someone write this?"

You see his face scrunch in confusion. "I admit, I do not quite understand. I see nothing wrong with the note?"

Feeling frustration well inside of you, you gesture with your hands wildly. "Nothing wrong? It's that word, Rubenesque!! It's an insult, I know it, especially with how those assholes were glancing at me as I read it, laughing once I was done."

Ed seems to be more confused now. "I was not aware it was an insult?"

You nod, and remember all of the times you have heard it in the past, "It's always been used by people who want to try and appear to be kind, but truly aren't. They call me Rubenesque in this snide tone, like it's something they can barely stand to spit out of their mouths."

Ed tries to interrupt, but you continue, softer now. "I just don't know Ed. The whole note seems to be mocking me...calling me full figured and not a beauty. Am I really that bad?" He shakes his head while you feel tears starting again, so you look down at the floor.

Now at a whisper, you barely get out the next words. "I just...I don't even want someone to like me anymore. I just want them to leave me alone." With that vulnerable confession, you sob, and bring your hands to your face, trying desperately to cover it. A shiver runs through you again.

After a few beats, you feel warmth around you, and you glance up to see that Ed has moved closer to cover you with the blanket he brought. His long arms stay in place in a hug after he positions it, keeping you close to him. You are a bit taken aback, as the most that Ed has touched anyone in the past was maybe a handshake.

He leans down so you can hear him, his voice more sure, now, even if it is soft. "Do you know about the painter, Rubens?"

You shake your head. "Is that where the term comes from?" He nods. Not feeling charitable, you grab the blanket and bring it closer around you as you grumble out, "Rubens can suck it."

He lets out a giggle at that, and you feel your heart warm at the noise. "I understand that you feel it is an insult...would you mind if I explain what it really means?"

You nod, because even if it is as bad as you make it out to be, at least you can hear his voice as he explains it.

One of his hands strokes the blanket surrounding you, right on top of your arm. "Rubens painted many different subjects, but the descriptor of Rubenesque usually refers to his nude paintings of women. Specifically, women like Venus."

You lift up your head to look at him. "Venus as in the Goddess of Beauty?"

He nods, gently. "Yes, among...other things." His eyes darken for just a moment before returning to his informative rant. "The women he paints are known to be full-figured, yes, but they are beautiful because of that, in my opinion."

You sit as still as you can, barely breathing, wanting to hear every word he says. A long finger comes under your chin and guides your face until you are looking right at him. "I wrote you that note. I think you are the definition of beauty."

And with that, he brings you gently forward, looking in your eyes the whole time. You let him, and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss you share is sweet and short, but it fills you with a giddiness that makes you feel like a teen experiencing her first kiss again.

You separate smiling at each other, and Ed reaches up to kiss your forehead. "I apologize for upsetting you. I was trying to be a secret admirer."

You chuckle, "Yeah, well, it didn't help that I read the note as uncharitably as I could." You glance up at him, "I'm sorry for crumpling it up in anger."

He shakes his head. "D-don't apologize. I'll write you as m-many bad poems as you want." One of his long arms slowly moves down, and a finger traces your hip over the blanket. "Is this ok?"

You feel a warmth spark through you again as he makes contact, and all you trust yourself to do is nod. He nuzzles into your neck, whispering in your ear.

"I want you to know, right now, so there is no doubt, I love your body. These hips, your plush belly...even your soft arms." You feel his warm breath on your ear, and it makes you shudder. "They all remind me of art, and they make me want to..."

He trails off, and brings his hand away from your hip quickly, as if burned. You miss his touch, already, and confusedly ask, "What? Ed?"

You can't tell anything from his neutral face, but he gets up, suddenly, grabbing your lunches together again. "Let's find a better place for lunch, more comfortable...maybe with a table."

You nod, standing up with him. As you position the blanket around you, Ed wraps an arm around your waist.

"A-and...if you would like...have dinner with me tonight. I'll cook for you and...tell you more of my thoughts."

Your cheeks heat up, and his do as well. "Ed, I..." You think for a moment. "I'd love to have dinner with you."

He grins at you, again-one of his sappy, closed mouth grins-and leads you out of the room in his embrace. The two of you chat and giggle, seeking out a proper place for lunch and ignoring all of the stares you get. If you have each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter.

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#lawrites #plus size reader #x reader #reader #plus size fic #gotham #gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #gotham rogues x reader #gotham edward nygma

[koolades-world]

Obey me! brothers jewelry headcanons

Lucifer

Definitely a plain kind of man, not much

Since he previous wore the ring of light, he might get a ring or two to replace it and wear under his gloves

He owns some jewelry for special occasions like some nice horn jewelry and necklaces. Several of these pieces were gifts from Diavolo

Has a whole set of horn jewelry for all his brothers but doesn’t let them have it because he’s afraid they’re going to do something to it. It’s a custom made set so if one gets lost it will be hard to replace

If Mc made him any, he wouldn't wear it because he would be afraid of losing it or getting it stolen, so it sits in a special charmed drawer in his desk

Mammon

100% the most dripped out

Lots of rings, lots of bracelets, lots of neckalces. He probably also has anklets, toe rings, and other face piercings too. Most likely to have a nipple piercing lol

Seems like the kind to have a million random bracelets on and pass them off to someone they trust whenever they can’t wear them (ie mc, and my middle school bestie and I) about to get arms dirty? about to throw hands? need to braid hair? hold my bracelets

I like to think he had a little jewelry tree, a divider hang on the back of a door, and a ring holder for all of his things, but even then it’s overfilled (lol I’m projecting again)

Would take jewelry Mc made him everywhere. If he couldn’t wear it, it would be in his pocket or in a bag, secured. Would treat it nicer than his expensive jewelry

Levi

He probably has the same jewelry characters he likes has or is at least inspired by them

Everything is probably tangled together in a giant mess in a little jewelry box Mc gave him and complains every time he wants one specific piece and can’t get it untangled

All his nicer pieces were gifts because if it were up to him, he would have bought something more useful to him

Another one who would take Mc made jewelry literally everywhere since he’s so touched anyone would care enough to give him a handmade gift, probably would never take it off and get super heartbroken if he broke it by accident

Satan

He’s giving rings, lots of rings. He’s also giving chokers because Lucifer once said he hated them

He seems like the type to really like lockets since they’re typically romantic or for familiar bonds so he got one for Mc with a picture of either them together in it or a cat

Would definitely use a bracelet or necklace as a bookmark. You can’t tell me he also doesn’t make his own. Originally they were just to make bookmarks but after Asmo suggested he do more with his talent, he got hooked

The type to always quietly highlight any jewelry given to him by Mc, like wearing shortsleeves to showcase a bracelet or wearing more subtle colors to make it pop more

Asmo

If he doesn’t have a jewelry collection I’m eating my running shoes

He has the most ear piercings, basically the most you can have, with Mammon in close second

He has so much there’s some he’s never worn. They are gifts, they are things he’s picked out, and things he’s not quite sure how he got

His outfits are always coordinated so he has something for everything

If Mc gave him jewelry, he would only wear it if it matched his outfit but would keep it somewhere safe

Beel

He probably has a couple pieces of really nice and durable jewelry but that’s it

He’s probably afraid of breaking or losing it, so he lets Belphie hold onto it

Probably just one set of ear piercings to wear studs

His favorite piece is the gold chain in his human world outfit. I hc Mc said they liked it on him once so he always wear it with his human outfit

Would always wear jewelry made by Mc but would definitely break it and need a replacement

Belphie

Another one that doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry. Maybe has one necklace he likes but never remembers to wear it

I kinda feel like he would have a nose piercing, like a simple stud. Although him with a septum piercing is also tempting…

Prefers gold to silver even though silver goes better with his hair

If Mc gave him jewelry, he would always wear it. Mc would think it's because he was being sweet, but its half that, half he never remembers to take it off. Probably lasts a while since he doesn't do too much

#obey me #obey me! #obey me belphie #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me x you #obey me mc

[slasher-male-wife]

"No way, I'm new wave": The Lost Boys x Male! reader

This is something I started to work on awhile ago but set it aside because I didn't know where to go with it, but after y'all voted on that poll I finished it. I hope y'all enjoy.

Content includes: Swearing, mentions of an orgy and sex (nothing NSFW actually happens), descriptions of the readers outfit (no body descriptions), hallucinations if you squint, reader eats fake maggots, use of Y/N, he/him pronouns and masculine terms used to refer to reader

Paul has never been gone for this long before. Sure there were times the four of them went their separate ways and they had some time by themselves, but he specifically told them he’d be back within ten minutes and now, almost half an hour later, he’s still not here. David is getting fed up with this, not being much of someone who wants to be seen waiting around for someone else. 

“Where the hell is he?” He asks rhetorically, dismounting from his bike and looking over at Marko and Dwayne. Marko Shrugs his shoulders and Dwayne looks out at the boardwalk. The three of them stay silent for a few more moments before Dwayne starts to walk and the other two follow after him. They walk for two minutes in silence until they come across Paul, sitting at a table with some random guy in a, well a seemingly random outfit. Purple pants, black and white shoes, some obscured black band shirt underneath a grid patterned button up and a bright blue sports coat with buttons and pins all over it, not to mention this guy’s hair probably has an entire can of hairspray in it. That guy just so happening to be you.

“Are you really a punk?” They hear Paul ask you. You raise your eyebrows and lean on the table you’re sitting at with him.

“Punk?” You ask in a rhetorical tone, “No way, I’m new wave. Totally different head. Totally.” You explain, gesturing with one of your hands, your tone slightly jesting.

“Right.” Paul agrees in a matching joking tone, picking up his drink and taking a sip of it. David comes up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Paul. We’ve been looking all over for you.” He looks over at you with his signature smile. “Who’s your new friend?” He asks, trying to keep his tone light. You stand up and give him a smile, holding out your hand for him to shake, your rings glinting dully in the lights of the boardwalk. 

“I’m Y/N. I didn’t mean to keep your friend from you but he commented on my pins and we started talking from there.” You say. David shakes your hand, his cold leather glove pressing against the warmth of your hand. 

“No problem at all.” He says, Dwayne and Marko soon coming up to the table, looking between Paul, David and you. 

“This guy is pretty cool.” Pauls says with a sort of vagueness to his tone. David keeps his eyes on you and nods, all four pairs of eyes on you, mostly looking over your outfit and choice of pins. 

“Ban the bum.” Marko says, squinting as he focuses his eyes on your pin. “And who’s that supposed to be on your pin?” He asks. You look down at your blazer and search for the one he’s talking about.

“Oh that’s Ronald Regan. I think you can tell that I’m not a big fan of the current way this country is being run.” You say, looking back up at him. Paul and Marko have wide grins on their faces as they look down between each other. David’s smile is more subtle and Dwayne is still stoic as always. 

“You fit in well here. I’m surprised you aren’t at some punk music show. Or I should say New Wave.” David says, an air of light hearted teasing in his voice. 

“Haven’t heard of any bands my style playing tonight.” You say as Paul stands up from his seat. “You guys look like you’d be at one of those shows too.” Your smile gets wider and your tone more playful. 

“You’d drive here?” Dwayne asks, finally speaking. Your attention turns to him and you shake your head. 

“I’m trying to drive less. I take the bus to most places. Not to get political again but we need more funding for public transport.” You tap your fingers on the table and pick up your drink. “You want to drive me home or murder me?” You tease, taking a sip of your drink before Paul chuckles. 

“You ever ridden a motorbike?” David asks, pulling a cigarette out of his coat pocket and lighting it, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth. You shake your head and shake your cup, setting it down on the table again. 

“Closest I’ve gotten to a motorbike is when one ran over my foot when I was 15.” After a pause you speak again, “I wasn’t serious about y’all taking me home. You don’t have to do that.” You say, feeling the outside of your pockets. “I’ve got a bus ticket. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself.”

“Who says we want to take you home.” Marko says, that grin still on his face. You nod your head and look away from the four of them for a moment. 

“I’m not interested in whatever orgy the four of you have planned. What you do with each other in the privacy of your house is none of my business but I don’t want to sleep with some people I just met.” You try to keep your tone light hearted but still serious enough to let them know you’re not joking. Then the four men chuckle, even Dwayne. 

“We’re not talking about sex.” David says, taking another drag of his cigarette. He keeps chuckling as he blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth. “We just have a place we want to show you. Somewhere you’ve probably never been before.” He shrugs and you cross your arms loosely over your chest. Against your better judgment you nod your head and keep your eyes on David.

“Alright. Let’s see what this place is.” You say, David smiling wider with your agreement. 

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After a ride on the back of Paul’s bike that felt like hours you arrived at a cave on the shore line, an abandoned place for sure. You walk in with David as the other boys run ahead, lighting barrels with torches and filling the space with light. 

“This place used to be a grand hotel where the rich and famous stayed in the 1800s. That was until the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. This hotel sank underground, never to be seen again.” David explains, sitting down in what appears to be an antique wheelchair as the other boys settle around, you following suit. “Now this place is ours.” He says with a wide smile. 

“What a rich backstory.” You say with a jesting tone, nodding your head as Paul pulls out a box of chinese take out.

“You still hungry?” He asks, a smile on his face. “I saved this.” You take the box from him and the plastic spoon he hands you. Opening the box you find white rice, which you don’t remember ordering but you know it usually comes with chinese food. You take a bite and they start to chuckle. 

“How are the maggots?” David asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Excuse me?” You ask, already getting another spoonful of rice. 

“You’re eating maggots, Y/N.” You chuckle now and look down at the rice, finding that somehow the rice turned into a box full of live maggots. You loosen your grip on the box before quickly grabbing it again, some of the maggots spilling out of the top. The boys break out into full on laughter. You look back up at David and, with as straight of a face you can muster, you take a spoonful of the maggots and put it back into your mouth. 

Their laughter dies down and David continues to watch you, his smile shrinking but not going away completely. Once it’s in your mouth you look back down at the box and see it’s back to rice. 

“I didn’t take you as the kind of person who enjoys eating live bugs.” David jests, tapping his fingers on his knee as you chew. 

“Can’t eat something that isn’t real.” You retort in a less cheerful manner. He just smiles even wider at that. 

“What’s real is the snake around your hips.” He says, raising his eyebrows for a moment. You scoff and shake your head before you feel movement where your belt is. Looking down you find a black snake slithering its way around your hips.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, jumping up from your seat as the boys start laughing again. You look back up at David and brush off the snake only to find that it’s gone, and in its place is your belt again. “Is there a gas leak in here or something?” You ask in a genuine tone, only making the boys laugh harder. David shakes his head and motions for you to sit back down, which you do slowly. 

“It’s safe down here, don’t worry about it.” He looks over at Paul with some kind of undertone you can’t quite pick up on and Paul gets up, walking over somewhere behind David. “Now maggots don’t bother you but snakes do?” You stare at him with a sour expression before you reply. 

“My mind thinking a box of rice is a box of maggots is one thing but feeling a real snake on my body out of nowhere is another.” You say, trying to hide your clearly tense tone. 

“You’re not scared are you?” Marko teases, a grin wide on his face as you look over at him. You hesitate before you shake your head and look back over at David.

“I’m just fine.” You say, putting on your best poker face as Paul returns with a glamorously decorated bottle. He hands it to David who starts to unscrew the top. He takes a sip from the bottle and looks back over at you.

“You drink Y/N?” He asks, adjusting his position on the wheelchair and leaning over to hand you the bottle. You look down at it and slowly take it from his hands. 

“You make homemade wine or something?” You ask, smelling the liquid inside the bottle. It’s got a metallic smell to it along with the alcohol, unlike any wine you’ve smelled before. 

“You could say that.” David says with that same smug expression he’s had on for most of the night. “Why don’t you try some?” He asks. You look down at the bottle again and give it another smell. 

“Come on, try some. Don’t be a wuss.” Paul says in a teasing tone, returning to where he was sitting. Dwayne nods his head and Marko looks at you expectantly. Against your better judgment you take a drink of the wine, earning a cheer from the boys. Marko pats your shoulder in a friendly way and Paul makes a noise of excitement. Dwayne smiles and David nods his head. 

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.” David says, taking the bottle back from you and screwing the cap back on. You know it couldn’t have been normal wine, but one sip won’t kill you, what’s the worst that could happen?

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x y/n #the lost boys x you #the lost boys x male reader

[witchslove]

Halloween Party

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda spent weeks planning your costumes for Halloween this year. At the last minute, she decides to wear something else.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; smut, bratty bottom!wanda, mirror sex, bathroom sex, strap-on use, dirty talk, spanking, degradation, praise, possessiveness

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You stood in front of the mirror, admiring your costume for Tony and Pepper’s annual Halloween party.

Every year you looked forward to it, a night for you and your closest friends to get together dressed in silly or scary costumes and place bets on who would be the drunkest by the time the party was over. 

You and your girlfriend had decided on the color red for your matching costumes and you were both excited to show off what you’d come up with this year.

Wanda was planning on wearing a red unitard paired with pink leggings, a red cape, and a red headpiece, going as what she called a “Sokovian fortune teller.” You were going to color-match with her by dressing up as Sarah from Hocus Pocus. You’d put together a pink-toned corset with lacy red sleeves, a scarlet cape, and a pair of dark, maroon-colored pants - you opted out of wearing a dress for a very specific reason. 

The reason you decided against dragging around a long flowy skirt all night long was simple; it was also tucked slightly uncomfortably against your leg. You not only wanted to win the bet by not becoming part of it, but you also knew you’d have fun teasing Wanda all night. Wearing Wanda’s favorite strap to the party would achieve both goals with ease and you were certain you’d both be leaving before it was even midnight. 

“Okay, I’m ready!” your girlfriend called out excitedly. 

When Wanda walked out in her costume, you frowned. “What are you wearing? I thought we were matching,” you said, eyeing her outfit. She was dressed as Cher from Clueless, wearing yellow, not red, from head to toe. Her skirt was sinfully short, you could almost see the plump cheeks of her ass under the hem. 

“You don’t like it? I wanted to surprise you,” she responded, her face falling. You honestly couldn’t tell if her pout was real or if she was just trying to get her way.

“I love it, it’s fucking hot…” you murmured, walking around her to get a better look. “It’s just not what we planned. What happened to the fortune teller? I thought we agreed on red���”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to try this instead since we watched Clueless last week. Maybe you can be my hot stepsister,” she rasped, biting her lip suggestively.

Realization hit you. “Oh, I get it, you’re just being a needy slut for me,” you said, standing in front of her now, your hands coming up to grip her waist. Her breath hitched at the way you spoke to her, this was exactly what she was hoping for. “You sure you want everyone at the party staring at your ass all night? Staring at what’s mine?” 

Wanda loved when you got possessive. It made heat pool in her core and it usually led to the most amazing sex between the two of you. She was definitely not going to change her mind now. 

“Does that make you mad, baby? The thought of our friends looking at me in this short little skirt?” she teased, bringing her lips close to yours. “Too bad. I’m wearing it.”

With that, she moved away and began to gather her things. 

You let her, knowing she was in for a surprise and a punishment later on. You collected your own belongings as well as the cupcakes you promised to bring to the party. The two of you left your apartment and when you reached the car, you put the cupcakes in one of the trunk dividers. You smirked when you noticed Wanda’s other costume still in the backseat, your mind swirling with ideas at the sight of it.

You arrived at the party, greeting your friends as they handed you drinks. Pepper, who was dressed as some sort of blue robot, took the cupcakes to the table of food they’d set up and thanked you for bringing them.

You and Wanda spent about an hour socializing, catching up with your friends and enjoying the music. You tried to ignore the way your blood boiled every time you caught one of the guys staring at Wanda’s ass as she bent over to grab a drink from a cooler or “accidentally” spilled and got on her hands and knees to clean it up. 

When Monica decided it was time for party games, you decided to put your plan into motion. 

The group gathered around the dining table and you made sure to sit between Nat and Steve, so that there were no empty seats on either side of you. Wanda came over to sit with you, but disappointment flashed across her features at the seats next to you already being taken. 

“I can move,” Steve offered, motioning to get up.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, patting your lap. Wanda immediately understood and happily sat down on your lap, enjoying the comfort of your arms around her waist. 

The first game started and so did the antics of your drunk friends; it was perfect, they were all too intoxicated and absorbed in the game to notice what you were planning on doing. When it was your turn, you shifted to roll the dice. 

That’s when Wanda felt it, a hard bulge pressing against her through your pants. The realization that you were packing made her wet and she almost didn’t notice when it was her turn. 

When the game moved on to Steve, she turned to whisper in your ear. “You’re so naughty.” 

You didn’t respond, instead reacting to the events of the game. Your goal was to make her desperate, both for your attention and for your cock. 

By the time the game was halfway over, it was working. Wanda could barely keep herself from rocking down against the hardness between your legs. She was growing increasingly frustrated with your nonchalant attitude and she knew she was dripping through her panties. When you suddenly thrust your hips upwards, the strap rubbing against her clit, she had to cover up her whimper with a cough. 

You continued to tease her until she’d had enough. 

The game came to a close, with Nat winning and Clint jokingly accusing her of cheating. 

Wanda stood up abruptly. “I’m going to the bathroom,” she said, before walking out of the room. Her sudden announcement left room for concern, so you told everyone you’d go check on her. 

You knocked on the bathroom door, listening for a response. “Wands, it’s me.”

The door opened and before you could react, you were pulled into the room and pushed against the wall. 

“That was just cruel, what you did out there,” Wanda husked, one of her hands reaching down to toy with the waistband of your pants.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” you lied, enjoying how desperate you knew you were making her. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her hand moving down to grip the strap through your pants. “So are you gonna fuck me with this or not?”

“Right here? In Tony and Pepper’s bathroom?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “You want everyone to hear you moaning for me like a whore? Such a dirty girl.”

She whined, unable to bear any more teasing. She turned around and bent over the sink, giving you a perfect view of her round ass covered only by a lacy thong. 

“Fuck Wands… I can’t believe you left the house like this,” you mused, pressing your front against her, letting her feel the hardness of the strap. You delivered a sharp slap to her ass, making her whimper and clutch the edge of the countertop. “Why should I reward you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a brat all night.”

“Please, I need your cock, I’ll do anything,” she begged, crying out as you slapped her other cheek harshly, relishing in the way the soft skin turned red from the impact. 

“Anything? I’m gonna hold you to that.” You pulled down the front of your pants, the silicone toy springing free from its confines. You rubbed it against her clothed pussy for a minute, just to tease her even further. 

As much as you loved making her wait, making her desperate, you needed to be inside of her just as much as she needed you to fuck her. You pulled the fabric of her panties aside and slid the length of the toy through her wet folds, coating it in her arousal. You brought your hand down to spread copious juices all over the toy, biting back a smile as she pushed her hips back in encouragement. 

You grabbed her hips, stilling them, and lined up the toy with her entrance. You slid inside slowly, giving her time to adjust as you buried yourself to the hilt. 

She moaned at the feeling of being stuffed full with your cock. You brought a hand to her throat and pulled her head up so she was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror before shoving two fingers into her mouth. 

“You have to be quiet, baby, or they’ll hear you,” you said, knowing she probably wouldn’t listen. She would try, but she had always been very vocal about her pleasure. It was one of the many things you loved about her. 

You started to move, thrusting into her slowly, her whimpers muffled against your fingers in her mouth. 

The distant noise of your friends laughing and mingling was drowned out by the slippery sounds of the toy stretching her out and her cute little whines as you sped up your pace. Wanda knew it wouldn’t take long since she’d been worked up all night, thinking about this moment even while catching up with everyone at the party. 

She’d felt your eyes on her every time she bent over, knowing she was riling you up. The thought of anyone but you looking at your girlfriend in such a way made your skin crawl and she used that to her advantage.

With one hand on her hips, gripping her skirt so roughly the seams were ripping, you removed your fingers from her mouth and brought them down to her clit. At this point, you didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard her. 

She moaned loudly when your fingertips rubbed against her, her eyes squeezing shut from the sensations. 

“Gonna cum, please, can I?” she panted out, feeling herself dangerously close already. 

“Not yet.” It was difficult to deny her, especially with how badly you wanted to see her fall apart for you, but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

“Please, Y/N, please, I can’t-” she whined, knowing in a matter of seconds she’d be unable to hold off her orgasm and she didn't want to disappoint you after all the stunts she’d pulled.

“Open your eyes, Wanda,” you cooed, admiring how quickly she did as she was told. “See how pretty you look like this, being such a good little slut for me.”

Your words made her clench hard around the toy. “I can’t hold it, please can I- fuck-” she cut herself off with a moan, her knuckles turning white from gripping the countertop. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart, watch yourself cum on my cock,” you said, speeding up your movements and bottoming out with every thrust. 

Not even a moment later, waves of pleasure racked her body and there was no doubt her high-pitched moans could be heard over the music and chatter of the party. 

She couldn’t keep her eyes open as she came and you weren’t mad about it, completely mesmerized by the sight of her before you. You had a perfect view of her slick pussy wrapped around the toy, her ass up, cheeks still red from your slaps, and her face in the mirror’s reflection scrunched up in pleasure, mouth hung open to scream your name.

You slowed your thrusts as she came down and let her catch her breath before pulling out. She whined at the emptiness, her eyes fluttering open and meeting yours in the mirror. “If that was a punishment, I’m never being good again,” she husked. 

You chuckled at her words before looking down at her skirt, which was slightly ripped now and hanging off of her body. “I don’t know, I think ruining your costume was enough of a punishment for now,” you mumbled, playing with the torn fabric in your hands.

“What?!” she exclaimed, looking down and pouting at what she saw. “You did this on purpose…”

“Believe me, I considered it. But I actually didn’t mean to, I promise…” you said with a laugh. “Are you really complaining right now?”

She shot you a playful glare. “No, but how am I supposed to go back out there like this?”

You smirked, already having her saving grace in mind. “Your other costume is in the car, I’ll go get it and bring it up. Just stay here for now,” you said, kissing her quickly before tucking the strap back into your pants. 

You left the bathroom, heading out through the living room where you were met with knowing looks and teasing comments from your friends.

When you and Wanda eventually reentered the party together, it was in matching costumes like you’d originally planned and you smiled at how everything worked out.

And when the two of you got home that night, Halloween costumes were the last thing on your mind, long forgotten on the floor of your shared bedroom. 

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x y/n #bottom wanda maximoff #top reader #alexa writes #kinktober

[pommpuriinn]

Hybe Game Caterer 1

Outfit

EP. 1-1

𓂃᜔ Joohyung actually came a bit late since she was doing her individual schedule, so she was to walk in front of everyone to get to her group's table. "Ah, how embarrassing!" She ran to her table with her head down. "Noona you came!" Kai met her halfway with his arms open. The rest of txt stood up and hugged her, "it was starting to feel empty without you noona." Yeonjun smashed his cheek with Joohyung's cheek, and started rubbing them together making Joohyung laugh. "Ok, ok, I'm here now." After the group settled down they started looking at their surroundings.

𓂃᜔ Joohyung saw how much Hybe grew as a company since now they have/made more groups after being just a two group company.

𓂃᜔ "Noona they really called you out!" Beomgyu started laughing at her because of the banter BTS sent out to them. If you first read it it's a nice banter wishing them good luck, but unfortunately Taehyung added a little p.s for Joohyung specifically.

Joohyung-ah~ make sure to make friends and hyungs wish you luck

Joohyung instantly shrink into her seat covering her face, "ya! Why would he do that!" Members laughed at her while playfully hitting her. "Wow~ you're so cool noona."

𓂃᜔ of course all the rookies were in 'awe' with the message BTS Taehyung gave to Joohyung while Joohyung in the other hand was ready to punch Taehyung.

𓂃᜔ As it was time for the groups individuality introduction themselves they had to brainstorm first on how they were going to do it. "Woah look at them." Joohyung nodded her head towards fromis_9, as they were lifting up one of their member. As Joohyung wasn't paying attention to her members and just looking at fromis_9 one of their members saw Joohyung was looking at them. "Hello Joohyung-ssi~" Hayoung waved at her.

𓂃᜔ Joohyung's eyes widened and bowed at Hayoung, "hello~" Joohyung nervously waved back at her, causing Hayoung and some of the other girls catching the interaction laugh at Joohyung cutest. "Joohyung-ssi can we call you unnie?" Jiheon asked and pointed at three of her members that are younger than Joohyung. Joohyung was in shock because of how they're social butterflies, "yes you guys can call me unnie."

She gave them a heart gesture before Yeonjun came. "Noona come we have to tell you the plan." Yeonjun pulled her away, but she didn't forget to wave 'bye'.

𓂃᜔ That interaction was highlighted by the editors even editing *she's working hard Taehyung-ie*

𓂃᜔ "Your outfit really stand out noona." Soobin pointed out her full purple set. "I know! I was filming something and they didn't give me time to change, so now I stick out more." The full group was now looking at Joohyung's purple outfit. "You look pretty though." Yeonjun reassured her. "Yeah you might even get more screen time too." Beomgyu pats her head. "Thanks." She did her little iconic bread smile

𓂃᜔ When TXT explained how they were going to introduce themselves to Joohyung, she was instantly met with embarrassment. "You got this. If Soobin can do it you can too." Taehyun encouraged her. "I mean...I guess." She laughed.

𓂃᜔ The music started nice and Joohyung started cringing at how she had to act cute before the song changes to GBGB, which she helped flip the table and started running and still trying to do cute poses.

𓂃᜔ Joohyung loved watching the other groups do their introductions because they also got embarrassed

𓂃᜔ After finishing and cheering for the last group they finally got to sit back at their tents, but as they were walking back Joohyung didn't miss hearing Le Sserafim's Sakura saying, "Wa~ she so pretty in person." Joohyung didn't know that they were talking about her until she looked up and made eye contact with Sakura. Sakura started freaking out a bit, "Ah thank you and I could say the same for you." Joohyung smiled back. "Thank you!" Sakura eyes were big as she bowed at Joohyung.

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EP. 1-2

𓂃᜔ "It's hot. Do we have water?" Joohyung tried waving her herself with her hand. "Huh?!" Yeonjun opens the cooler. "It's empty!"

"Huh?!" The rest of the members yelled. "Don't tell me we have to play for drinks." Joohyung pouted. "Noona's social battery to going to run low soon." Taehyun laughed.

𓂃᜔ As the staff explained all the rules and how to play, Joohyung decided that maybe she should try to make friends with her female coworkers. "Hi, I'm Joohyung." Joohyung walked up to Le Sserafim. Le Sserafim all covered their mouths in shocked that Joohyung went up to them. "Oh hello!" They bowed at her. "Ah...you don't have to be so formal it's ok. You guys can call me unnie."

𓂃᜔ During the game Joohyung just stuck with Soobin throughout the whole thing, but her main goal was to get the case of water. Joohyung luckily got her case of water and immediately dropped them into the cooler.

𓂃᜔ "Um, unnie I brought you guys watermelon." Eunchae smiled, as she passed over the plate of watermelon. "Woah! Thank you Eunchae-ah." Joohyung ran to the other side of the table and hugged Eunchae. "Here I brought candy from my previous schedule have some." Joohyung ran to her bag and ran back to Eunchae with a handful of candy. "Thank you unnie!"

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EP.1-3

𓂃᜔ Knowing that Joohyung wasn't really going to do much this round of games she made herself comfortable sitting close to Soobin with her little fan. "Are you done for today?" Soobin asked her. Joohyung nodded and hummed, "Taehyun-ie was right my battery is running low."

𓂃᜔ Joohyung made sure to cheer Beomgyu on as he was running to get 1st place. "Wow! Beom run!" She was waving her arms around.

𓂃᜔ "Kai too cute~" Joohyung wanted to squeeze their maknae with his Pokémon impressions, Joohyung was seen with her arms out wanting Kai.

𓂃᜔ "Mine Kai and Beom!" Joohyung met them halfway as she ran to hug them. "I'm proud of you guys!"

𓂃᜔ "Steal a cookie for me please~" Joohyung pouted at Beomgyu who was having the same idea. "Me too." Yeonjun patted his back, as Beomgyu started to stand up. Beomgyu tried doing the challenge first before ultimately failing and stealing two other cookies with him.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #txt scenarios #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc #txt

[ofsappho]

Let The Good Times Roll, Part 1 (of 2)

🔞 Captain John Price x reader 🔞

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Captain Price is your sugar daddy and he takes you out for a night on the town. SMUT. Tags under readmore.

title from the Ray Charles song.

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Tags: daddy kink, sugar daddy kink (the purest sugar daddy kink, harvested straight from the sugarcane), exhibitionism, voyeurism, service submission, like a lot of service submission, dom/sub, praise kink, degradation, 1950s housewife/1950s pin up girl kink, pet names, spit kink, ruination kink, dacryphilia, this specific chapter contains a blowjob, plus sized/squishy reader, john price loves curves

You’re curling your hair, carefully setting each ringlet in place with a pin as it cools, when you get the text.

P: Hey, baby. I’m in town for a bit.

Your phone dings with another notification.

P: Get your nails done tomorrow.

He likes you with red nails, long but not too long. Almond-shaped, elegant. Classy for a classy man. He also likes you in red lipstick, likes it when he smears it all over your face and makes your mascara run in messy black streaks. Like John Price’s personal pin-up model, picture perfect for him to ruin.

Your bank app tells you that you’ve just received a transfer. $1500.

You smile as you text him back. He must’ve missed you a lot with a gift like that.

You: Yes, Daddy.

In your personal life, you don’t think about punctuation. You fill your texts with emojis and curse words, and acronyms.

But he pays for proper and sets rules for you to obey. You’re always to use ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, full sentences, indulging him with the pleasure of your subservience.

You’re happy to oblige; his little games are fun for you both.

He probably won’t be here for very long if he wants you ready tomorrow, so you text your nail lady for an emergency appointment while rifling through your clothes to find something suitable.

You keep your gifted lingerie organized by client. It wouldn’t do to wear something someone else had bought you, after all.

John likes seeing your legs framed by thigh-highs and garter belts almost as much as he likes taking them off of you.

You have that peach silk set, embroidered with delicate lace, from a few months back.

When you tried it on for the first time, he couldn’t take his eyes off your tits and had you on your knees in an instant, thick cock down your throat so he could finish all over your breasts and the shining silk supporting them.

The garter belt emphasizes your waist, and the soft flesh of your thighs pours over the tops of the stockings.

“I like to see that I’m taking care of you, baby,” He’d said as he ran a reverent finger over the edge of the thigh-high. “I like my baby well-fed. Healthy.”

Then John had smacked your ass, watched it jiggle, and sunk his teeth into the red mark left behind.

What is that advice people give for job interviews? ‘Dress for the job you want’?

You flush as you think about being bent over his lap, your skin covered in bruises as dark as he can get them, or kneeling carefully at his feet while John watches you undo his belt without leaving a scratch on the leather.

Your black outfits are for when he wants to tame you, and your white ones are for when he wants to debauch you. Color is a toss-up.

P: I think you’d look lush in dark blue. Though you’re free to pick something else, love.

Ooh, dealer’s choice. That doesn’t happen often; he knows what he wants, and you love giving it to him, like, genuinely love it.

If Daddy’s over here trying to make his desires smaller and more socially appropriate, then his job must really be putting him through it.

There’s a blue dress he hasn’t seen you in yet. It’s dark midnight velvet with straps and a revealing sweetheart neckline, neatly tailored for your curves. It will simply be a toss-up kind of night.

Since he doesn’t follow up with an address, you assume he’s taking you to the same place he always does.

The nicest bar in one of the nicest hotels in the city, a golden Art Deco paradise straight out of the Great Gatsby, where he can tip highballs down your throat, and they play live jazz loud enough to hear from the smoking area.

P: 2000 hours.

Eight o’clock it is, then—the usual bar.

You’ve shared many a cigarette there, listening to a saxophone dance up and down impossible, brassy scales, the notes as rich and full as expensive red wine.

You: I can’t wait to see you.

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You’re on time, as per usual. Actually, you’re a little early by about… ten minutes.

You can’t help it; you used John’s credit card to call a cab earlier than necessary, and you’ve been working yourself into a fit of giddy, nervous anticipation all day.

It’s been well over a year since your first… date, and John still makes you feel desperate, desperate for his smile and his hand on your neck when he kisses you.

Why, your nail lady even had to scold you to stop fidgeting while she filed down the acrylic extensions.

Your nail polish matches your lipstick, a beautifully deep red that brings out the colors of your eyes and makes your skin gleam. While your foundation is some incredibly long-wearing shit that can survive multiple rounds, you carve your winged eyeliner out of an easily-smeared eyeshadow and apply your runniest mascara.

Daddy was right. The blue looks perfect, and as you sit here, waiting for your date to show, you know that half the bar thinks you look perfect, too.

It’s too bad you’re happily spoken for. If any of those men looked up from your cleavage, they’d know by the luxurious pearl necklace draped over your collarbones with a diamond-encrusted clasp.

So you wait, tapping the point of your heel on one of the rungs of the overly-expensive (yet uncomfortable) barstool as you nurse a glass of water because you’d rather John order for you.

A man wearing a rich, spicy cologne rests his hand on the small of your back. “Sweetheart.” You squeal as you turn to see him.

John Price, as handsome as the Devil himself, dressed in a beautiful stormy gray peacoat over a black shirt, right across his broad chest, and freshly-pressed slacks.

The moment he sees your face, all dolled up and pretty and purely you, the tension in his shoulders softens, and his blue eyes wrinkle with a smile.

You can feel the warmth of his palm through your velvet dress, and your spine straightens like his touch is pouring liquid gold through your veins.

Before he can say anything else, you lean up to kiss him, your fingers tangling in the collar of his coat and his mustache tickling your skin. He laughs a little into your red mouth, eagerly kissing you back, one hand on the back of your neck and the other digging into your waist.

He tastes like smoke and something addictive, something you can’t identify but remember even when he’s not there.

When you finally, finally break apart, John drags his hand up your neck to your cheek, reveling in the silk of your skin under his rough, calloused fingers so that he can trace the edge of your kilowatt smile.

“You look nice tonight, Daddy,” You tell him, and you can feel the blush crawling up your cleavage and darkening your cheeks as he looks at you like he’s about to tear you out of this skin-tight dress.

His voice rumbles deeper than the bass player in the corner, plucking away at his instrument. “I do my best for my best girl.” John pinches the string of pearls around your neck with two fingers, and you know he remembers when he gave them to you.

Over half a year ago, when you agreed to be exclusive when he was in town and the bigger allowance that came with that.

John presented the necklace to you, carefully clasped it around your neck, then fucked you in three positions so he could admire how it moved when you came.

His hair is still damp from the shower he must have taken as soon as he hopped off his plane from… whatever awful corner of the earth his mysterious job took him.

Your Daddy is always handsome, no matter what, but he looks tired. Like he’s washed the dust off his skin but not his mind, like he hasn’t taken a break in ages.

“Hard day at work?” You tip your head back and slightly to the side, giving him as much access as he’d like to your throat and your curled hair falling over your shoulder. He briefly lets himself sink his teeth into the soft skin above your pulse.

Then John chuckles as you press yourself into him, well, specifically press your tits into him. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” He murmurs, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The bartender knows the two of you; you’re kind of infamous in this place, though they’d never dare tell you no. One of the things you liked about John from the start was how he tipped the waiters, the bartenders, and the cab drivers. Extraordinarily well, in cash.

“What is she having tonight, sir?” The bartender asks John, knowing full well that you’ve been waiting for this man and that John doesn’t like it when just anybody talks to you.

Daddy smiles again as you drop a chaste kiss on his cheek, his worry melting away with each passing second. “A lemon drop for such a sweet girl,” He orders in that marvelously rough British accent.

The live band in the corner kicks into a cover of a Nina Simone song, the piano twinkling in time with deep trombones echoing through the vaulted ceiling of the bar, and you know that it’s going to be a good night.

After he puts down his shiny black AmEx for your tab, John guides you to a booth in the corner. The leather upholstery creaks as you slide in first. He hangs his fine coat next to the table, then slides in after you.

It’s so private that no one can overhear while providing a great view of the whole joint.

As he works his way through a glass of fragrant, amber-colored Scotch, he unburdens his cares in your company.

Captain Price never goes fully into what he does, and you never ask. But his issues with his team aren’t news - you’ve listened to all sorts of shenanigans, all manner of frustrations they give him.

You listen, you nod in encouragement, and you place your hand on his when you know he needs it.

He pauses in his recollection to admire your freshly-done nails. “Gorgeous, as always,” John says before kissing your hand.

Earlier, he’d pushed his glass a little out of comfortable reach. Whether that was intentional or accidental, you’re unsure. “Thank you, Daddy.” You bend over him to retrieve it, your hair brushing his face and your mouth almost close enough for him to kiss, then deposit it elegantly in his waiting hand.

Once you’ve sat back down, he runs his calloused thumb across your cheek as he takes another sip. What a tease. You’re in public, and he’s still playing at chivalrous restraint, so you don’t kiss his finger like you want to. Like he wants you to.

After that, your concentration… dovetails a bit.

Shadows dance over his handsome, angular face. Shadows from drunk patrons and waiters wandering past, from the votive candles set at each table, from the dim golden floodlights reflecting off the glittering disco ball mosaic this bar calls a ceiling.

His voice trickles through your veins as heady as those awful cigars he likes, rough and raspy and prickling goosebumps on your exposed skin.

The cool condensation on the side of your glass brings you back to earth. Now’s not a good time to fantasize about what’s under his shirt, to wonder if he has any new scars healed enough for you to trace with your tongue.

After a long pause, John sighs and finishes his Scotch. “They’re a bunch of fuckin’ animals,” He says through a grimace.

“Daddy! Language,” You scold with more than enough good humor for the both of you.

The band is playing ‘I Put A Spell On You.’ You couldn’t have asked for better timing - his clear, scintillating gaze rests on your crimson-lipped smile, then trails so intimately up to your eyes that it’s like he’s stripping you naked in front of the whole city.

You feel him place one large hand on your thigh. “Nothin’ like you. You’re always good for me, hm? So well-mannered.”

You slide closer to let him tuck a strong, muscled arm around your waist. Now, John can bury his face in your hair and fill his lungs with your perfume. You know he likes it; sometimes, you send him handwritten letters in looping cursive spritzed with it, by his request.

He kisses your neck just below your earlobe. “Why, thank you. You know I just want to make you happy,” You giggle, sunshine-bright and giddy.

You feel his hand drift upward to where your dress starts in the center of your back. His fingers wander along the neckline, under one of the straps, as he tries to figure out what sort of wrapping paper he gets to take you out of later.

John settles his hand on the back of your neck.

His touch feels so warm and possessive that it brings a flush to your face. “You know what would make me even happier?” He asks softly, leaning in close as if he’s about to tell you a secret.

Those pretty blue eyes pin you in place. “I can’t do it if you don’t tell me, Daddy.” His fingers press into your skin slightly, a reflex borne of the fire you stoke when you call him that.

Then he collects your glass, half-full with freshly-squeezed lemon juice, some very smooth vodka, simple syrup, and a large, perfectly-square ice cube. John holds it up in a silent request, and you nod before eagerly parting your lips. The sweet, lemony cocktail goes down much better when he’s feeding it to you.

Daddy wipes away a stray drop at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You don’t need any prompting to sit forward and lick the sweetness from his skin.

You watch the blue of his irises slowly become eclipsed by his pupils at the sight of your pink tongue.

“See that bloke over there? The one that’s been-“

“Staring at me this whole time?” 

By now, the regulars have lost interest in the two of you. Either they’ve seen you with John before and know better, or they’re too involved with their own lives to be nosy.

But that dude…

You know his type. Some horribly miserable finance bro in an uncomfortable suit, a little boy who graduated college five years ago and hasn’t grown up since. He probably has active Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge profiles and a string of unsatisfied exes who’ve never orgasmed. The kind of guy who thinks you’d be falling all over yourself to talk to him, like you should be so honored he’s checking you out.

Even worse than all that, he’s the kind of guy who talks a lot of game about his money, stocks, crypto, whatever the fuck, but has none to pay you with. You don’t work for free.

His attention goes from lax and sweet to razor-sharp. “Hey. You know better than to cut me off,” Captain Price tsks as his palm spans your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks.

A little trouble is good trouble, and he rewards your sly smirk with a kiss. He pulls at your curls until you gasp, then presses his tongue against yours, stealing your breath and thoughts and replacing them with nothing but him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” You say after he moves back, not even pretending to apologize genuinely.

All it takes for him to set you on his lap is one burly arm around your waist. Then you’re curled on top of him, something angrily hard under your ass and his bearded chin resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah, that one,” Daddy nods as he runs his hands over every inch of your body, every curve and roll and soft edge. His fingers wander up, and down your thighs, then he tucks the hem of your dress up a few inches to make you gasp.

In revenge, you nestle yourself closer, coincidentally grinding yourself on his hard-on.

He laughs before playing with the bejeweled clasp at the back of your neck. “What do you think is goin’ through his head, hm?” John whispers into your ear.

You watch him look at your mouth as if he’s about to kiss you again, but your sulk when he denies you is too cute for him to pass on.

Then he looks past your shoulder.

“Ah, I bet he’s thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”

You sit up straighter, push your cleavage closer to Daddy’s handsome face, and flip your hair over your shoulder.

Oh, he likes that. He likes that a lot; he kisses your cheek as he plants a hand on your throat, you press your thighs together and stifle a teeny-tiny moan.

“You think so?” You murmur, eyes fluttering when John’s beard rasps over your sensitive skin.

“I don’ blame him. I’ve been thinking about you for…” He trails off, as if realizing for the first time that he doesn’t need to re-read your letters and jack off to your lipstick-marked Polaroids. He can have you, right now.

You make up for the lost time with another kiss, pouring into it all the long nights where you hoped he was well, where you missed his laughter, cheeky humor, and the wonderful feeling of his affection turning you into a pile of mush in his capable hands.

What else could you want? He’s your Daddy.

“Thank you, love.”

Your nails scratch his freshly-trimmed beard before you trace the dimple in his cheek that appears when he smiles.

There’s not a hair out of place in his neat buzzcut; you can tell his clothes are fresh from a dry cleaning service.

“I missed you, too,” You tell him. Then you lean in and kiss the tip of his nose.

You still have so much affection left to give - it’s practically overflowing, buzzing under your skin, silently begging him to take you home.

Daddy grabs one of your wrists to pull your fingers away from their exploration of what’s under his shirt collar, and you settle down instantly.

Then he takes your chin between his calloused fingers. “He’s probably wondering what’s under this gorgeous dress, what those beautiful fuckin’ tits of yours look like…” John’s voice is hardly louder than a whisper, but it goes straight to your head, making you breathy and squirming with desire.

Your eyes close, blink open, your pupils dilate, and he devours every little movement. “Maybe he’s even dreaming about your perfect cunt. But that’s all for me, isn’t it?”

Then he presses his thumb between your lips until you open for him, your slick tongue eager against his skin. He hooks his finger behind your teeth, effortlessly holding you in place.

When you speak, shining drops of saliva fall from your stretched lips. “Yes, Daddy. Only- only for you,” You whine.

Price adds more pressure until it hurts to keep your mouth open. “You’re mine.” The sting is nothing compared to what you must do to get most of his dick down your throat.

Your head swims with the smell of tobacco and sandalwood, and his eyes glitter as he watches your eyes cloud. “I’ve always been yours.”

He replaces the finger in your mouth with his tongue, his teeth sinking into your lip, and each kiss stokes the need burning through your veins.

“How does his face look, Daddy?” You ask breathlessly, finally breaking the kiss. Much to Price’s consternation; he pouts and tries to capture your lips again. You’re full of giggles as you brush him off with a finger pressed to his mouth, your nail polish gleaming in the low light.

When he kisses your finger, his mustache tickles your skin. “Like I’m takin’ candy from a baby,” Price says.

Then he leans back and spreads his arms out along the top of the booth, all rippling shoulder muscles and sinew under his tailored shirt.

“Wanna give him a show?”

You chance a look out of the corner of your eyes and see the man’s dropped jaw and a complexion the color of spoiled milk.

“You know I do,” You reply as you arch your back and push yourself so close to Daddy that a ruler wouldn’t fit between you two.

Price waits one moment, then another. “Pick that up off the floor, won’t you?” And with immense gravitas and no small degree of showmanship, he drops his napkin over the side of the table.

A mandatory skill in your line of work is getting in and out of situations balanced perfectly on high heels. Barring some odd request for sneakers, or a specific kind of ballet flat worn by the client’s mother, heels are a must.

So you extract yourself from John’s lap and the booth with the grace of a ballet dancer, carefully sweeping your skirt under you so you don’t flash the whole bar.

Getting to your knees in a show of complete subservience on this slightly-sticky floor is a little much, you think, as you examine the tableau John wants you to present. Plus, this dress is dry clean only.

You settle for bending from the waist down at an angle that allows the man to see straight down your dress and tease everything else.

Your fingers pluck the napkin from the floor, then you pause. You look at the businessman through your eyelashes and watch him groan as his gaze traces the tops of your breasts in worship. You wink before standing to your full height.

Price watches you turn on one foot with blue eyes half-lidded, gratuitously checking out your curves, and a shit-eating grin tugging at the corners of his lips under his beard.

He lifts you by your hips onto his lap again so you’re straddling his thighs. “Good girl.” Daddy presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhales, his hands paw your hem and the edges of your stockings, just as you knew he would.

He kisses your cheek, bites the delicate skin of your neck until you’re trembling with pain and want. There’s something feral in the way he touches you, an insatiable hunger that would make him risk a public indecency charge with how fucking badly he needs you.

You gasp as you rake your nails through his scalp, messing up that beautifully coiffed hair. No one says you can’t be possessive, too.

You know who else is watching you; young women on unsatisfying Tinder dates, fantasizing about John Price dropping you and sweeping them off their feet. There are probably more than a few frustrated, neglected wives eyeing his charming, dominant manner like they’ll start tossing panties his way any second.

But he’s yours.

Price drags the strap of your dress down before shifting you right on top of the erection straining through his dress pants. “Daddy-“ You pant, throwing your head back and grinding down, fucking ruining his clothes with your messy, dripping arousal.

Your panties are fragile lace, to begin with, and when they’re this wet, all he would have to do is unzip his fly and tear them and push in-

“I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” Price hisses in your ear as he slides his large, veined hand up your thigh to grab a possessive handful of your ass.

When you kiss him, your nails leave red marks on his neck, then down his chest where you’ve popped open his top button. “Then take me home.”

Daddy helps you out of the booth first, naturally. Price is ever the consummate gentleman. He even helps slide your strap up and unwrinkle your skirt.

In a stroke of genius so smooth that you’d almost think he planned this, he plucks his coat from the hook and drapes it over one arm, hiding the prominent, stained bulge in his pants.

You walk to the bar together with your hand tucked in his elbow.

“Closing out, sir?” The bartender asks with a straight face.

Price nods. “Thanks.” You see his mouth flatten into a sly, troublemaking line. “Put the fellow in the gray suit’s drink on my tab. Looks like he could use a break.” He waves his hand at your voyeur like he’s dismissing a servant, lazy and unbothered.

The bartender’s straight face cracks momentarily with a conspiratorial grin. “Will do.”

“An’ that’s for you.” Once Daddy gets that gorgeous black AmEx card with no limit back, he sets a crisp hundred-dollar bill onto the bar.

The nice man takes it without hesitating. “You two have a good night. Come back anytime,” He says, dipping his head towards you in recognition—one service provider to another.

“Oh, we will.” Daddy steers you to the exit, nice and slow, so he can once again palm your ass through your tight dress for everyone to see.

You smile at the bartender, then at the poor guy you’ve been toying with all evening. “Bye,” You call over your shoulder.

The night air is freezing cold, and your breath comes out in foggy puffs. But it’s okay, because Price drapes his jacket around your bare shoulders before you can start to shiver, then draws you into a tight, warm hug as he waits for the valet to bring the car around.

You’re on your very best behavior in the unmarked black car. Your Daddy drives with both hands on the wheel, white-knuckled in anticipation, he makes full stops and uses his turn signal to change lanes. But the silence that falls over you like a veil is electric. It sparkles like static electricity, and his bright blue eyes dart to you every time you shift.

The walk through the pristine marble and gold lobby of this Ritz Carlton and the elevator ride to the top floor is a blur of meticulous propriety. John’s hand never leaves the small of your back, and he avoids brushing your bare skin. You smile politely at the elevator operator.

From the suite's floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glitters beneath you like crushed stars thrown on a bed of black velvet.

And in these rooms, John Price is king.

The door closes with a heavy, decisive click.

There’s no need to be nervous, you tell yourself. You take the time you spend pulling his coat from your shoulders and hanging it up to regain composure.

Then you turn to face him. He’s watching you, always watching, muscled arms crossed one over the other. You’re the dancer in a music box resting in the palm of his hand. You are treasured, wanted, loved.

At last, he sighs, then scrubs his hand over his face. “It’s been a long day. Make me a drink, sweet thing?” John asks, moving towards the large armchair in the corner.

He finishes what you started with his shirt, untucks it after he gets it unbuttoned all the way, and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. As he sits, you get a peak of the dark hair dusting his chest from the neckline of his undershirt.

“Yes, Daddy,” You murmur. Then you tilt your chin down the tiniest bit and look at him through your lashes, as shy as a newborn fawn. “I need some help with my dress.”

“Oh, princess,” Price sighs, his voice taking on a deeper, more sinful timbre. “Come here.” He doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You stand with your back facing him, so close that his knees bump your thighs. When you move your hair over one shoulder so it doesn’t get caught, Price’s fingers brush yours. His hands are steady as they pull your zipper down, inch by inch. Once he gets to the bottom, he sits back without saying a word.

The command couldn’t be more compelling if he had said it aloud.

You step away slowly and look over your shoulder as you do, your hands still holding the front of the dress to your chest. You turn smoothly and let the dress drop to the floor.

You’re a vision of full, rounded curves encased in the finest, most delicate lace, shimmering pale peach in the light of the lamp in the other corner. Your tits spill generously out of the cups of the bra, your (still soaked) panties highlight your soft belly, and Daddy lets out the most visceral, unhinged groan when he sees the fat of your thighs jiggle where your thigh-highs cut into your skin.

And then there’s his pearl necklace around your throat - the prettiest collar in the world.

The shadows around his crotch grow. “You’re too good to me.”

“Let me get you that drink, Daddy. An Old Fashioned?” You ask coyly. You’re walking towards the carved oak table in the middle of the suite’s living room before he can respond. It’s all part of the game.

There’s already a bottle of single barrel Kentucky Bourbon set next to a polished silver ice bucket, a carved crystal sugar bowl, an assortment of glasses, bitters, and an orange.

You make each movement as sensual and predatory as a leopard stalking prey; placing ice in the mixing glass, measuring the bourbon, you lick the spoon when you’re finished stirring, your eyes on him the entire time.

With a shining paring knife, you carve a sliver of peel from the orange and garnish his finished glass with it.

Now, to bring it to him.

Your heels barely make a sound on the thick, ornate carpet, and you find yourself before Price’s functional throne in only a few strides.

“On your knees.”

You go down happily, tucking your heels under your butt as you offer his drink.

Daddy takes it from your hand to hold it to the light and check the color. He brings it to his nose and inhales the scent of fresh orange zest and spicy bitters.

Finally, when he’s satisfied that you’ve made it properly, exactly how he’s taught you, Daddy takes a sip.

Your breath freezes in your lungs as you wait for his approval.

“Perfect, sweetheart. Just like you,” Price purrs, and you sag slightly on your knees in relief.

You crave him. You need his praise like water, like sunlight after a long, dark winter.

“Daddy- may- may I come closer?” You ask in a high-pitched, pleading voice.

He nods, and the face of his watch flashes gold as he pats his knee.

You ignore the carpet burn tearing into your skin as you shuffle forward to rest your cheek on his knee. Your body relaxes when Daddy begins to play with your hair, carding his rough fingers through your previously-neat curls. It’s pure bliss. All the thoughts melt out of your head from his ministrations, his blunt nails gently scratching your scalp. Ice clinks in the glass as he drinks, then he begins stroking your cheek. Price’s fingers wander across your temple before tracing the corner of your mouth.

You let out a small, contented noise, a barely-audible whine, and snuggle closer to his legs.

He sets the glass down on the side table, the sound frighteningly loud in the quiet. Just like that, every muscle in your body tenses, and your eyes snap open.

Daddy sits forward, cueing you to turn and face him. “See that, princess?” You are at eye level with the mouthwatering bulge in his dress pants, the one you were humping in the bar like a whore. “That’s because of you,” He hisses, his British accent turning the words sinister and gravelly.

Without realizing it, your thighs press together to relieve the flicker of newly-kindled ache in your cunt, and your jaw aches with phantom pain.

He takes your hand and places it over his dick. “I’ve been rock fuckin’ hard all night, and it’s your fault.” Your mouth fills with extra saliva when you wrap your fingers around his length in some fucked-up Pavlovian response, as your brain anticipates that you’ll need all the spit you can get.

You glance up at Daddy and see his handsome face set in a cold, distant mask, his mustache curling around his sneering lips. But his eyes- his eyes flash like a blue flame.

You’re too well-behaved to reach for his zipper yet, though you can’t deny that you’re a few moments away from begging for permission.

Price exaggerates his dismissive, drawn-out grumble. “Are you gonna do somethin’ about it?” He asks, raising a dark eyebrow as if to say that you should’ve already begun.

You blink your watery doe eyes, rounder and prettier than the moon, and wet your red-painted lips with your tongue.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” You begin, your voice quavering as you sink further down on your haunches. And with permission granted, you undo his fly in record time before slipping him out of his boxers.

John’s dick is a thing of beauty. And you would know; you’ve seen more than your fair share. So thick that you can barely wrap your fingers around him, veined, colored a deep, angry red.

You don’t take your eyes off his cock as you spit into your palm. You ensure Daddy has the perfect view as you pump your pretty hand over him, spreading your saliva as your mouth hangs open.

He throws his head back when you start moving your fingers, and a low groan echoes from his chest.

Then Price grins, a lazy, cocky expression that goes straight to your core, blue eyes lidded, and he sprawls out once more to pick up his glass.

He pretends he’s too busy enjoying his cocktail; you pretend you don’t know he’s watching in rapture. “Should be fuckin’ sorry, shit,” He moans as you bend to trace the thick vein on the underside of his dick with your precise, clever tongue.

You pull back from his shaft to flutter your thick, made-up lashes, a single strand of glimmering spit connecting your lips to him.

Then you start to work him into your mouth. You glide your tongue up and down in long, sensual strokes, then pop the bulbous tip of his cock between your lips. He likes it slow. He likes making you work for it.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it.” Daddy doesn’t touch your hair, not yet. He wants to. The glass shakes in his hand, and his knuckles go white with the effort of holding on.

Salt coats your tongue, then musk, your mouth filling with his taste. It’s so sinfully good that it sends your eyes rolling back and pulls a quiet whimper from your throat. You chase it, finally taking as much of him as possible into your mouth. Your fist works what doesn’t fit, moving in slick synchronization with your lips.

There’s slobber dripping down his length, onto your hand, on his pants, making a little damp pool on the fancy carpet.

You focus on relaxing your soft palate, balancing busting your jaw open on Daddy’s cock, and breathing. “Suck my cock like you’re sorry,” Price orders before drinking. You hollow your cheeks just as he swallows, creating a hot, wet vacuum sucking his soul out of him.

That sip turns into a choking cough, then a low, tortured groan.

The next thing you know, his large hand fists in your hair, tugging so hard on your scalp that you see stars.

“Don’t whine,” Price snaps. “Daddy’s too tired for your shit.”

He fucks your mouth with one hand and savors his drink with the other. He doesn’t even meet your tear-filled gaze.

Your knees shift on the carpet so you can rock your aching, swollen clit against the barrier of your panties.

Your hair knots and tangles around his fingers as he sits forward. Then he angles your mouth up to pump himself down your throat. “Choke- uh- on it. Choke- uh- on my dick,” Daddy groans, his face flushed with exertion.

The tears building in your eyes spill over your cheeks as you struggle to inhale. Each hiccup and desperate spasm of your windpipe draws pleasured, breathless sounds from Price.

You can’t- you can’t think, you’re trying to be good, and your jaw is on fire. Your tongue has gone numb, and you feel him harden further. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his pants, anything to hold your limp torso up.

There’s snot in your nose and precum spilling out of your stuffed cheeks, and his cock makes loud, explicit squelches as you gag and sob.

His fist trembles in your ruined curls. “Cry all you want, baby. Let me see those tears,” Price snarls.

He knocks back the dregs of his drink, then sets the empty glass to the side so he can cup your face. You barely notice him drag his fingers through the mascara bleeding down your cheeks and red lipstick smeared across your jaw.

Deliriously, you wonder if he’s in your esophagus now. It sure feels like it - your nose brushes the wiry, spit-soaked hairs at the base of his cock.

“Fuckin- your sloppy, slutty mouth feels so good.” His voice echoes in your ears, overlaid with your weak, helpless whines. You’re not sure if you’re begging for mercy or moremoremore.

Daddy grits his teeth as his thrusts grow erratic and feverish.

A stream of curses and jumbled words flow from his mouth. You tune them out for the most part. The oxygen deprivation makes you fuzzy and weightless, and slick from your empty cunt tracks down your thigh. You don’t need to think when he’s pounding your mouth like he loathes you.

You just have to relax, be his perfect fleshlight, and let your Daddy take care of the rest.

“Almost there, baby. Make me come.” The world comes back into ultra-sharp 4K focus. Shit is about to get fucked-

Daddy looks at you like he’s looking at an angel, like you’re a real princess, his pupils blown as large as a solar eclipse. He always tells you how beautiful you are after you suck him off. “Fuuuuuuck…” Price groans, face red and sweaty as he stiffens in the seat-

Salty cum fills your mouth, sticking to your tongue and coating the back of your throat, and you retch on instinct, clawing at his legs as you tremble and heave.

He pulls you down on his cock and holds you there through the last spurt. “Swallow. Now,” Daddy barks before releasing your hair.

You comply mindlessly, gulping as you sag to the floor.

Price reaches down and picks you off the carpet like you weigh nothing. He settles you into his lap and wraps himself around you as tight as he can, helping you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “There’s a good girl,” Daddy coos as he drops delicate kisses on your damp forehead and rocks you in his arms.

The pearl necklace is covered in a mixture of fluids you don’t even want to think about. You’re pretty sure all the cum you couldn’t swallow dripped there. How fitting. If it didn’t hurt to laugh, you would.

“What do you say?”

You poke your head up. “Thank you for giving me your cum, Daddy,” You say hoarsely, trailing your nails through the hair on his chest.

He kisses you softly, so softly that your heart aches. Your mouth is sore and swollen, and he soothes the pain with gentle touches, his tongue swiping across yours to taste himself. John pulls you so close that you can feel his heart thundering in his chest, full-out gallop, and you sigh sweetly. One of his hands rests on your thigh, then absentmindedly fiddles with your stocking.

“You’re welcome, princess,” He tells you before kissing your nose and chuckling when you wrinkle it.

John is so warm, so strong and powerful, and the feeling of his skin settles your nerves better than a nicotine high.

His lips bear the faintest tint of pink. You swipe your thumb over them and come back with a trace of pigment from your lipstick.

Daddy smiles when he sees it. He slides his fingers under your chin to steal another kiss.

“You’re so gorgeous like this. Absolutely perfect,” He whispers.

“I’m all messy.” Messy is an understatement. You look defiled. You’ve cried off your eyeliner, and somehow, some of it has ended up on your bra. You don’t even want to think about how your underwear looks, probably stretched from your grinding and so wet they’re two shades darker than before.

He brushes your tangled hair from your neck with adoration. “Beautiful girl.” He swipes his fingers along your necklace, gathering the remaining cum, and feeds it to you like a rare delicacy. Once you’ve sucked his fingers clean, Price bends to kiss your neck and wreath hickies on your skin.

You gasp and throw your head back as pain runs with pleasure in your veins.

“And a good drink. Your best one yet,” He tells you before sinking his teeth into one of the dark marks to ensure it lasts.

Your vocal cords protest when you cry out. “Hurts. Ouch.” Your lips twist into a cute little pout, one that Daddy happily kisses away.

“Poor princess can’t talk ‘cause I came down her throat? We can’t have that, her voice is as beautiful as she is.”

Your eyes light up with excitement as Daddy continues. He intersperses his words with wandering hands that slide under your bra straps before hunting for the clasp.

“Let me make it up to her, hm?”

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TO BE CONTINUED

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Ivan Interview translation

Ivan, the Next CF Star

Just two months after his debut, Ivan was selected as an ambassador for the famous luxury brand Q. Ivan is the first non-native 'pet human' to become an ambassador for Q. "Ivan's stoic yet playful visuals are perfect for capturing the diverse appeal of Q," said Q's chief designer.

Ivan, who recently topped the Alien Stage live voting, is being touted as the next big CF star after Luca. He's been inundated with requests from designers all over the world who want to put ads on his outfits. He has already collaborated with nine brands, all of them big brands. The public's attention is focused on how his growing popularity will affect the Alien stage.

Interview

Since the third round aired, it’s become very popular. Are you feeling the buzz?

Alien Stage is growing in popularity every day. Did the crew recognise me during the CF shoot? It's funny because at the beginning of the show, there weren't many people in the world who recognized me, and now there are so many people that I can't get through the streets by myself. (Laughs)

You’re currently ranked #78, at this rate top 20 is possible, isn’t it?

Thank you for your kind words. I'd love to keep the momentum going and make it to the top 20, but I'll leave the choice up to the masses.

You have a lot of titles that describe you, right? Do you have a favourite?

My favorite is "Blocell's #1 Brand Reputation" from a recent article. It makes me feel like all those days of photo shoots and commercials weren't in vain.

What do you think makes you unique?

I can think of more bad things than good (laughs), but, um… I think the thing that fans talk about a lot is my partial fang. I think I have a normal face, but there are many people who remember me for my fang.

What’s your secret to getting the best shots?

The day before my schedule, I study the brand I'm going to shoot for so that I can clearly understand the directions on set. Knowing the brand in detail is fundamental as a model. I also think it's important to make it a habit to take care of my body.

What is your ideal girlfriend? Lots of girls around the world want to know!

I don’t have a specific dream girl, I’ve never really thought about it. If I were to choose one…. No, I don’t have one. (Laughs)

Are you close with Till?

What’s your definition of “close”? (Laughs)

We’re just okay. Mediocre at best.

Let me ask you straight up. Do you think you can beat Till?

I don’t know… If you could perform as wildly as him, you might win too, right?

Say something to Till, your next opponent!

…..Keep it up?

read it for your own here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ivan-interview-99972496

also i’m sure an official english version will be out soon i just like doing these lol

okay!!! i feel like vivinos is dropping red flags here but idk 🥺 ive already been theorising that ivan will be the one to lose and the audience here seems to support him too much..

i translated “힘내” previously as “Come on” in the snippet where till punched ivan but i think it makes more sense here to translate it as “Keep it up” (it’s just generally words of uplifting encouragement)

also for the part about his fang my translator translated that as “false teeth” and boy when i tell you i was confused 💀

also following up the question abt his dream girl immediately with a question about his relationship with till.. real subtle there… kinda makes me go uueeugguh tho

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