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oneforthemunny · 1 month

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light my morning sky |rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader|

prompt: three wedding ceremonies, and it's stop number two in vegas. a night with your friends, celebrating you the way both of you love, and it leads to a rather intense wedding night for the two of you in sin city.

contains: minors dni. smut. fluff but mainly smut. drugs and alcohol, overall just partying in vegas. getting married in vegas. dom!eddie x sub!reader. bratty overtones to sub!reader. more of a soft!dom with rockstar!eddie bc he's in loooveeeee. spanking with implement (paddle/crop). thigh riding kinda. crawling. pinvsex. language. nothing too harsh or mean bc it's their (second) wedding night lol.

"I now pronounce you married." Elvis, or one of his many replicas on the strip, rasped in his low, exaggerated drawl mimicking the beloved singer. His hair perfectly coiffed, sideburns trimmed, and dressed in a black jumpsuit with wings, red and gold sequins trim.

Flamboyant, over the top- it was Eddie's dream.

Eddie grinned at you, his hands in yours, thumb brushing over the large stone on your left hand. He looked like The King himself in his white tasseled suit, pointed collar, and blue beading down the deep V of his shirt- an identical suit made to look exactly like Elvis' infamous jumpsuit from his time in Las Vegas in the 70's. It had been a prop in some show your father was producing, one that you and Eddie borrowed after the wedding.

"Eddie, you may now kiss your little darlin' here." The officiant grinned, stepping back towards the faux-rose garland, strung with bright lights.

Your heart swelled in your chest, just as light and giddy as the first ceremony, letting Eddie cup your face, pulling you in to seal with a kiss, far more passionate and needy than the ceremony in California.

Cheers erupted from the small crowd of friends you'd rallied for the big day- well, the second big day. Their booze soaked giggles and screeches mashed to the tune of Can't Help Falling In Love pouring out of the static filled old speakers. Flashes blinded your vision, even behind your closed eyes, camera clicks and bright snaps of camera light capturing every moment.

For a moment, you tensed, aware of your rounded shoulders, of Eddie's hand grabbing at your ass, eyes opening and cutting towards the aisle. Jonathan stood there, face hidden by the camera. Eddie had insisted his friend from Hawkins come instead, replace the snooty photographer that had done the ceremony before. Your parents had raved about him, but Eddie didn't see what the big deal was with him. He just made you both look so stiff, so unnatural in your portraits.

Eddie's hand slid up the silk material of your tiny dress, gripped onto your hip, bunching the material. You could feel his wedding band in the small of your back when he pressed his hand there, steadying you before he tipped you back. A deep dip of a kiss, your thigh hiked around his hip.

The small bouquet of white roses you'd bought at the front of the chapel fell onto the patterned carpet, your friends' screeching and whooping laughs ignited by the dramatics. They expected nothing less from Eddie- from both of you.

"Lord have mercy," The officiant laughed, fanning himself dramatically, long metallic sleeves rippling. "These two have lots of hunk-a, hunk-a burnin' love, don't they folks?"

Eddie could feel your lips twitch against his, a snort of a giggle, hot air blowing against his lip. His dopey and dimpled grin met you when you finally pulled apart. It left you weak, blistering in his intense, love filled gaze.

A pop of Perignon filled the room, Gareth and Farrah bumbling closer with two glasses, trying to stop the excess spilling over. A celebratory toast to the two of you, to keep your buzz going after the break in the bender you took for the ceremony.

Since you'd landed on Thursday night, the party hadn't stopped. Liquor flowing, loud music, sloppily piling into a stall with your own friends, taking bumps off your room keys before stumbling back to the club in your designer shoes, ready to keep the party going.

The afterparty was no different. Tucked away in a private villa at Ceasar's, you didn't make it to the club. Eddie had insisted he had to go first, nearly pushing Jeff over to get to the door, scooping you up in his arms and walking you through the door.

"Watch your fuckin' head, baby- don't lean back." You could smell the alcohol on his breath, a pungent mixture of too many to name, mixed with the faintest whiff of smoke from his cigarettes.

It didn't take long for Nick to find the boom box, blaring his party mixtape at a wall shaking volume, everyone scattering. Some to the kitchen to scour through the piles of empty bottles for a full one, others to collapse into the couch and let someone line up a pick me up before plunging in the hot tub outside.

"You," Eddie slurred, his head dipping down to press against your forehead. "Look so fuckin' beautiful." Nose brushing against yours, red from his own party favors.

You giggled nasally, blinking blearily eyed to focus on him to close to you. The effects of the tequila and champagne and hodge podge of liquor you'd mixed and consumed catching up with you.

"You know what, baby? You look really good, Mr. Munson." You whispered, hand cupping his jaw. "Like- hic!- too good to be fucking true."

"You're sweet talkin' me? Huh? Bein' s'nice to me?" Eddie grinned, fingers sinking into your hips.

"Yeah." You hummed.

"Tryna get my pants off or somethin', huh, baby? G-Get in my pants by bein' so sweet? You think that's gonna work?" Eddie teased, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeahhh..." You nodded, staggering against him, manicured nails raking down his bare chest. "We have to- to consummate the marriage, Ed."

"What?" Eddie furrowed his brows. "We gotta do what? Wait- I thought you wanted to fuck."

You laughed, head tilting back letting out that mean little cackle that always got Eddie worked up- a little mocking, mostly genuine. It left him flushed in heat, crawling up his chest and splattering over his cheeks.

"You dumbass, that is what that means." You rolled your eyes at him.

Eddie's eyes narrowed with you, catching your chin easily. "Oh? That's how you wanna play tonight, hm?" He shook his head, your body erupting in a fiery heat. "You're not gonna be nice to me?"

"I'm always nice to you." You countered, hand closing around his wrist gently, steadying yourself. "You're the one who's mean."

"Yeah?" Eddie grinned, eyes shining, glimmering in the low light of the room, the music from the other side thudding in a low roar, still shaking the walls. "You want me to be mean to you tonight? That's how you wanna do this?"

"Yeah." You sighed, a devious little grin that had Eddie's heart swelling, body buzzing with bouts of electricity. A shock to his system that brought him into something animalistic and primal and thrilling. Something new he only felt with you.

"I was hopin' you'd want to. Figured you would. Went ahead and got you a little somethin'." Eddie hummed, pulling you close into him. His breath hot on your cheek, booze soaked and warm on your skin.

"A gift?" Your eyes lit up, bright and devious all at once. Positively troublesome.

"Yeah. A gift. Just for you, baby." Eddie's lip dragged over your cheek, nose, hands sliding up your neck into your hair. "A wedding gift, but-but not for the wedding. For the after."

"Mm," You moaned lightly, his lips brushing with yours, teasing. Just enough to make you want to kiss him fully, leave you waiting and wanting more. "It's after now, Ed." You batted your lashes up at him.

"Is it?" Eddie muttered, fingers curling around your hair the back of your head.

"Yeah." You whispered, voice raspy from the liquor. "Time to give me my gift."

"Ooh, you're gonna be demanding?" Eddie pulled back from you, holding you at arms length so he could see you. Your pout, glassy eyes rounding instinctively- a classic look, teetering on demanding and begging, a signature look for you.

"'M not being demanding." You huffed, hands sliding over his arms. He could feel the diamonds of your wedding band scratch lightly over his skin. "You said you had a gift for me."

Eddie bit back a smirk, squeezing your shoulders with firm, gentle affection. You grinned triumphantly when he stumbled to his closet, puling a red gift bag tied together with a gold bow.

He smirked at your squeal of delight, hands clapping together excitedly when he gave you the bag. "What is it?" You beamed, a peal of excited, drunken giggles spilling from your chest.

"Open it." Eddie clicked, shaking his head at you. "What's in it- open the damn thing, baby. It's a present. 'M not tellin' you w-what I got you." His words slurred, still silly and playful.

You laughed, head spinning and intoxicatingly airy with glee, unraveling the gold spun ribbon with a dramatic tug of your hand. Underneath the piles of tissue paper, a long box lied at the bottom.

There, inside the felt lined box, a small heart shaped paddled. Black and leather, with a black, metal handle. It was small, smaller than most of Eddie's chosen paddles. The heart shape at the end firmer than the crop, not as flimsy as you expected.

"Look," Eddie pointed, swaying gently in front of you. He turned the handle clumsily around his hands before he turned it to you. There in etched gold, your names and the date carved into the metal handle.

"Ed." You cooed, head tilting back to meet his gaze. "You got this f'me?"

"Well, kinda." Eddie nodded. "I mean, for me to use on you, but yeah. Wanted something to-to remember this by."

Lips pulling in a smile, you stood, arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush to your own chest. "You're so sweet." You hum, swaying with him softly. "So sweet to me."

Eddie's cheeks flushed, matching the drunken red heat painted on his neck. "Yeah." He hummed, hands sliding over your cheeks, smearing your already rubbed off foundation, tilting your head back towards him.

"'M not gonna be sweet to you f'long." He muttered, lip twitching in a curling grin. Staticky prickles of excitement licked at your neck, shimmering all the way down to your core. Eddie's tongue ran over his teeth, brow raising. "That alright with you, baby?"

"Yes." You whispered, nails digging into his hands lightly, steadying yourself.

Eddie caught your chin, pulling your gaze towards him. "Who?" His tone dropped, low and raspy but punctuated.

The nervous, maybe excited, giggle spilled out of your lips before you could stop it. Eyes shining, swaying with excitement, you batted your lashes towards him. "Yes, Sir." You purred, hands sliding, nails raking down his forearms.

Eddie grinned, ducking down to catch your lips in a hungry kiss. Hand pressed to the small of your spine, you could taste the liquor on his tongue as it slid past your teeth. A sloppy, needy, alcohol fueled make out. Hands grabbing, pulling at the other, pushing your bodies closer and closer together until it felt like they might fuse together, mold into one. Hands sliding, bunching the material of your dress up your hips.

"Wait!" Your eyes flew open, pulling apart with an urgency that had Eddie jumping.

"What? What's wrong?" Eddie's brows furrowed, vision fading blearily in and out of focus.

"I forgot," You turned towards your suitcase. "I bought something special for tonight. S-Somethin' to put on." You muttered, swaying drunkenly, hands on his waist to steady yourself.

"Baby, it's alright. Just save it for tomorrow-"

"-No." Your tone was cutting, huffy with a hint of demanding- bratty. You did it best, Eddie supposed, his cock twitching at the sound.

He wanted to grab the paddle, haul you over his knee right then, feel you scratch and scream at him like old times. Instead, he let you stomp off, bunching a flash of white material to your chest, stumbling towards the bathroom.

It was worth it, Eddie decided. Legs spread on the edge of the bed, knee bouncing with anticipation until the doors opened.

"Are you ready?" He could hear your grin, hidden by the door.

"Yeah. Show me, baby. Come on out." Eddie's lips tugged in a half grin.

The door opened painfully slow, your own teasing reveal, until you stood before him in a tiny, white, see through lacy lingerie set. A classic, more scandalous and revealing than before. Bra and panties so revealing it left little to the imagination, hip hugging garter that connected to two leg holders, both with their own loops. Eddie pictured for a moment tying you up by them, stringing the rope through them, tying your legs wide open and spending the rest of the night- hell, the whole week in between them.

Maybe tomorrow night. Tonight, he had other plans.

Eddie's loud wolf whistle mixed with your bubbling giggles. "Holy shit, baby, look at you. No, look at me, but I wanna look at you." Eddie rasped, hands sliding over your exposed skin, rubbing the lace of your garter, pulling the tiny strap of your panties so it snapped to your skin.

"You like it?" You whispered, watching his eyes carefully. You knew he did. He always did.

"You kidding? Love it." Eddie grinned. "Worth the wait, beautiful."

Your cheeks burned with a rush of euphoric excitement, hands sliding up his shoulder, your ring sparkling even under the dim lights of the room.

"Ok, I'm ready now." You said boldly, lashes batting up to Eddie sweetly. "I just wanted to put this on for you."

"Oh? You're ready?" Eddie snorted lightly, lips curling in a smirk. "You callin' the shots?"

You huffed, an eye roll that had Eddie swallowing hard, trying to ignore the throbbing of his cock. "No," Your tongue clicked sarcastically. "Obviously you're in charge for right now."

"Oh, it's like that?" Eddie scoffed. "You're gonna act like that?"

"I'm not acting like anything, Ed." You bit your lip playfully. "I don't know what you're talking about." Oh, you were playful tonight. Eddie's heart swelled, palms twitching with excitement.

"Hm," Eddie hummed, tongue running down the inside of his cheek.

"Why don't you go get your gift." Eddie nodded towards the discarded paddle at the other end of the bed. You stepped towards it. "Nuh-uh-uh." Eddie clicked, head shaking.

"You know how you're supposed to get things for me." His eyes darkened, narrowing towards you.

Your thighs twitched, aching between them with a familiar heat. "Ed," Whiny and nasally, shoulders slumping for effect.

"You're gonna whine? C'mon, I know you know better." Eddie shook his head. "I don't wanna be mean to you tonight. Not too mean, anyways. Don't make me be mean. Go get your gift and bring it here, you know what to do. You be good for me, and I'll be good to you."

It didn't take much convincing, not when your head was spinning the way it was, desperate to please him. You knew he was true to his word, that he'd make you feel so good, which was exactly why you sunk to your knees. Crawling across the carpeted floors, you crept slowly towards the paddle.

Eddie watched through heavy lids, the sway of your hips, tiny panties riding up into your ass with every crawl. Your eyes met his when you raised up, gently grabbing the paddle off the bed. Eddie's heart lurched with excitement when you slipped it between your teeth, sinking back to your knees.

"Holy shit... Baby," Eddie groaned, leg shaking furiously when you rounded the corner of the bed, crawling straight for him. "Look at you. Jesus Christ, you know what you're doin'?"

You sunk back on your knees, settling between Eddie's open legs, eyes rounded so sweetly up at him it answered his question- you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

"'M just trying to be good." You whispered sweetly, head tilting to the side when he took to the paddle from you. "I just want to be so good for you always and forever, Mr. Munson."

Eddie thought he might snap the paddle in half, grip strangling in a tight hold around the pole. For a second, he contemplated again diving right between your legs, kinky foreplay be damned. Instead, he pulled you over his knee, let you straddle his thigh, covered cunt hot on his knee.

"Look at me." Eddie rasped, pulling your chin up, letting it rest on his chest, your body folded over his. "I wanna look at you. Wanna see you the whole time."

You pressed your lips together, swallowing back a pathetic whine. One hand cradling the back of your head, the other dragging the paddle along your exposed cheeks.

"You wanna be good for me?" Eddie whispered. You didn't reply, didn't get the chance to before the paddle snapped onto your ass. A jump, a whine, followed by Eddie's coaxing whisper back onto his knee.

"I asked you somethin', sweetheart." Eddie muttered, the crop tapping your other cheek. "You wanna be good for me?" Two sharp hits one to each cheek had you hissing.

"Yes." You hissed through gritted teeth, stilling your hips not to grind on him, hump his leg mercilessly. You knew that'd just fuel his cruel teasing even more.

"Yeah?" You yelped at the sharp sting.

"Yes, I wanna be good for you." Your spine ached at the uncomfortable bend in position, still you didn't dare move. It was true, you did want to be good for him.

"Are you going to be good for me?" Eddie whispered, nose nearly touching yours.

You bit back a giggle, stopped by three more sharp spanks of the crop to your ass, already itchy with growing agitation. "Yeah." Your eyes shone up at Eddie's, a silly, love sick grin that had him swooning.

"Yeah?" Eddie mocked back with a light snort. It was growing harder to keep the mean, domineering persona he tried to. When you were being this sweet, when you were being so good for him.

The crop fell again, this time your hips did roll. Just enough to dull the ache between your legs, a momentary release that had you melting further into his chest.

Eddie didn't miss it, pulling you closer to him, readjusting you on his thigh. "I don't know if I believe you." Eddie hummed, cracking the crop down again in short, sharp successions. "Are you really gonna be good to me? For the rest of time?"

You whimpered, hips rocking slowly, a steady rhythm that nearly had your eyes rolling back. The burning stretch of your ass mixed with the slow, pleasure-filled rolls of your hips.

"I will, I promise." You hummed in a high, breathy tone. "I swear I will be. I'll be a good wife for you. Forever and ever and ever."

Eddie's heart nearly burst at the words. How sweet they still sounded, even if you had technically been his wife for a few weeks now.

He let the paddle fall, his hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you into his lap. Lips on yours, your legs wrapping around his hips before he rolled the two of you, body slotting over yours, drunken giggles filling the air.

Hand intertwining with the other, Eddie's eyes rolled back at the feeling of your ring scraping over his when he finally slid into you. Mrs. Munson, forever. Forever his, just as he was forever yours.

Eddie had you pressed against the window of the suite, hips rutting into the fat of your ass, marked with the etching heart shape of the paddle. Overlooking the city's skyline, the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon. Your cheek pressed to the window, Eddie's pressed to yours, skin smushed to skin, the two of you weren't close to being done. Just getting started, started on forever, started on a life together.

For now, in a hotel room in Vegas, insatiably happy and in love with one another. Mr. and Mrs. Munson, for the second time.

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darkroomkisses · 1 year

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Could you do an extremely possessive Ethan Landry 🙏🙏

You belong to Me (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

A/N: Omg thanks for the request! yes, love the idea. I hope you enjoy this lil blurb 🥀 !READ TAGS!

Pairings: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON to DUB-CON, Boyfriend!Ethan, Dark!Ethan, Possessive!Ethan, SMUT, Dark themes, possessiveness, manhandling, Jealous!Ethan, Unprotected P in V, choking, swearing, creampie, toxic relationship, unhealthy behaviors, slut-shaming. Overall toxic.

Summary: Possessive!Ethan Landry, doesn't take it lightly when another man touches you at a party. He makes sure you remember you belong to him.

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“No, you’re not wearing that out” Ethan says firmly with his arms crossed against his chest. You were looking for an outfit for the frat party tonight. You let out a small pout turning from the mirror to face your boyfriend.

“But Ethan, I think this is my best skirt” you stand between Ethan's legs he was sitting at the edge of the bed. You put your hands on his face “Please love?” You give him your sweetest, cutest voice which worked most of the time. Not this time though, Ethan grabbed your wrists hard. You hissed at the harshness of his touch.

“I said NO” Ethan says, with a dark edge to his voice. “Ow, Ethan, you’re hurting me” you cry out, you struggle to get out of his hold, he stands up making you stumble backwards against the wall. “Why do you want to dress like a slut so bad? You want other guys attention or something?!” Ethan spits at you. The crazed look in his eyes scares you a little.

This was different, sure Ethan was kinda needy and jealous and he would get a little grabby when someone gets too close to you. It never scared you before but now you feel uneasy with your boyfriend. “No! Never, why are you acting like this?” Your voice is quivering.

“Because you’re mine!” Ethan practically shouts at you, his chest rising and falling. You flinch back at his aggressive tone. You don’t know what to do in this situation, you just wanted him to calm down and let go of you. “O-okay Ethan, I know I'm yours” you say in a whisper.

“I’ll change, okay? Now please let go” With that Ethan lets go of your wrists, you quickly rub your wrists trying to soothe the pain, You see marks forming. You look at Ethan, the hurt apparent in your eyes. Ethan eyes soften “I’m sorry baby, I really am sorry, I just love you so much”

“I hate when other guys look at you, knowing they are thinking disgusting things, it makes me mad enough to kill”

That look that scared you comes across his face again and his dark words makes your stomach flip. “Uh I get it Ethan, I'm sorry I made you mad” Ethan brings his lips to his wrists to softly kiss it.

“I’m sorry I hurt you” you don’t know if you fully believe him, but you smile at his soft apology and let him kiss you deeply on the lips, his hands roam your body, squeezing your ass through your skirt. He moves his lips to your ears “I only want you to wear this for me, no one fucking else, you got it?”

“O-okay” You stutter out, you felt arousal bloom from the heat on your ear.

You ended up changing into jeans and a crop top, finding balance with your outfit. You weren’t the happiest about it, but Ethan was okay with your choice but still grumbled about the tightness of the shirt. Ethan and you walk to the party hand and hand.

The party was loud and packed, the lights were dimmed, you could smell the weed and booze in the air. You promised Ethan you wouldn’t drink too much, but after 3 shots and a mixed drink you felt tipsy and Ethan cut you off. He wasn’t too happy. You were cuddled with Ethan on the couch, legs across his lap and his hand tight on your waist.

“I told you not to drink so much” Ethan hissed. You just apologized and kissed his cheek, you really didn't want to ruin the mood.

Chad walks up to you “Y/N Come dance! Why are you being boring on the couch?” Chad reaches for your hand to pull you on the floor. Ethan without a second thought holds you in place his hand on your waist tightens.

You look at Ethan with soft eyes “Please babe? I wanna dance some more and Anika and Tara are on the floor.” Ethan didn’t want to make a scene in front of Chad, but flexed his grip, thinking about letting you go.

“Um sure babe, just come right back” Ethan mumbles, his touch still lingering.

You let Chad guide you to the floor swaying your hips excitedly. Ethan’s jaw clenches when Chad touches you. You dance with the girls and Chad. Ethan watching every step you take his brows pinched together watching you so intensely.

Ethan tries to keep his cool usually he knows you are naïve to the world and the motives of men, so he must protect you. Lately he's been feeling like you wanted a little space from him, he couldn't handle that. He can usually talk you out of being with your friends or going out late. He wanted you to himself. You were his and he wouldn’t let you forget it.

The music blared and you swayed your hips sexily to the song. Two guys come up behind you, one of them puts their hands on your waist, pulling you against their body, you don’t even struggle for a moment before you feel a tight grip on your arm pulling you away.

Ethan sees red and he grabbed you roughly, pushing the guy with his other hand. “Get the fuck away from her” Ethan shouts over the blaring music. The guy backs up putting his hands up in defense, “My bad didn’t know she was taken, dude” the guy slurs, Chad steps in between “Yeah, move along buddy” The guys scoff and walk away.

Chad looks at you to see if you're okay, you nod. You look at Ethan who still had his you in his grip. There is fire in his eyes, and you didn’t think there was any way to put it out.

“We’re leaving now” Ethan says definitively tugging your arm moving you through the crowd of people. You trip over your feet trying to keep up with Ethan strong grasp. You hear Chad and the girls calling you two back, but Ethan doesn’t stop his stride.

When you make it outside you try to get him to slow down. “Ethan, slow the hell down” you plead with him. He doesn’t say anything until you get to the dorm. Your fear was ramping up as you reached his dorm, he pushed you through the door.

“What the fu-” you start when you fall to your knees. Ethan grabs your hair into a fist pulling you up to push you against the counter. You cry out in pain when your back hits the counter hard. “Ethan what-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ethan screams in your face, his face is twisted with anger. You were confused and you stumbled over your words telling him you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Ethan calm down please, it wasn’t my fault” your eyes start to tear up, your voice breaking.

“Yes! it fucking is, I warned you to not act like a fucking slut” Ethan gets close to your face and wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing tight. Your hands fly up to his hands you claw at him.

“How dare you let that guy touch with like that?” he says in disbelief “I bet you liked it too, cause you're a whore” Ethan spits out, he was so close you could feel his hot breath on your face. You shake your head “no” as best as you can manage.

“Please” you choke out. Ethan stares at you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body before letting go. You cough and try to catch your breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t know he would do that, seriously” you cry out.

Ethan traps you between his body and the counter his hands on both sides of you, you had nowhere to run. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your stomach. He was so hard, and you felt your body tense up at the thought of him getting off doing this to you.

“Yea right, you're just too dumb to know that” like a flip of a switch, a condescending smirk pulls at his lips. “If you wanted to be treated like a slut, you should have just asked.”

Before you can question him; Ethan flips you over, so your ass meets his hips, and he places his hand on your back to keep you in place. You call his name out, worry heavy on your voice. “Dumb slut” Ethan mutters he pulls your jeans down roughly.

“Ethan! Wait" you call out again and you reach your hands out trying to push him back. He doesn’t listen, it’s like he was deaf to the world, not hearing your pleas or he was just ignoring you. Ethan couldn’t contain his rage anymore; he knew one way to put you back in your place.

He needed to remind you that you belonged to him. Ethan pulls your underwear down in a quick motion. “Ethan, I said I'm sorry!” you call out.

“And why the hell was Chad getting involved? Does he fucking like you?” Your eyes go wide “God Ethan no! He's a friend”

You feel a slap come down on your ass cheek, you let out a sharp moan, and another hard slap makes you whine in pain.

“You don't need friends, only me! Am I not good enough for you?” Venom on the tip of his tongue. “Of course, you are, you’re more than enough” Ethan runs his hand on your pussy, feeling your wetness on his slender fingers. “You’re so wet for me baby, you’re never leaving me.”

Ethan moans, your body couldn’t help but react to your boyfriend's coarse touch. You knew it was wrong the way Ethan made you feel. His possessiveness was suffocating you like water filling your lungs but for some reason you didn’t want air.

You hear his pants drop to the floor, and in a quick motion Ethan pushes his way into you. You let out strangled groan. The movement knocking the air out of your lungs and your hips into the counter. Ethan fucked deeper into you, and he wrapped his arm around your neck, so you were flush against him.

“I don’t want you even looking at another guy” He growled into your ear and started kissing your cheek and down your neck. “You’re mine, only mine y/n” each thrust was harder than the last, only making you come more undone around his stiff cock.

The wet sounds and heavy breathing filled the otherwise quiet dorm. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your fear masked with deep arousal.

“I’m yours, I'm yours Ethan” you panted, lust heavy on your tongue. You feel your legs shaking, the unmistakable feeling of cumming hard hits you. You moan Ethan’s name, telling him your cumming.

“Good fucking girl, you were made to cum on my cock baby” Ethan fucks you through your orgasm. Your head feels light, you try to stay upright in Ethan grasp.

“I'm going to fill you up baby, I want you dripping my cum from your tight little pussy” you panic a little. He’s never done that before, usually mumbling how he likes seeing your pretty body and face marked with his seed.

“Ethan wait-wait, please pull out” Ethan lets out a half laugh, he pushes your head down on the cold surface of the counter, you shiver. Ethan drives into you one last time before coating your insides. “Just a reminder on who fucking owns you.”

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bunnypansy · 5 months

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The Perfect Fit

Rated R for EXPLICIT CONTENT!

You're new to the Devildom and you'd love some positive attention from Lucifer- you suppose now is your best chance to get it, but you might be in over your head.

Featuring: Lucifer, and you! Beware! This film contains: cis!male!reader, lightly dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, worship kink (reader acknowledges Lucifer as god in a few parts), Lucifer has a poorly hidden praise kink, facefucking, semi-public sex, light degradation (Lucifer calls reader a slut/whore a couple times), use of "good boy", light orgasm denial, mirror sex, begging, hair pulling, no condoms, Lucifer is overall a meanie, erhm it gets kinda messy even though I didn't mean to whoops

Lucifer doesn't use the lord's name anymore- but God, you were testing his patience.

This trip was fully necessary, you'd been dragged to the Devildom in an instant, left with no time to pack and you couldn't wear your uniform all the time. Lucifer usually would've employed another one of his brothers for this task, as a shopping trip with a human was a bit beneath him, but Asmodeus was busy, and the rest were generally unruly.

He wasn't sure why you had to show him everything you tried on, but he was sure that it was making him feel things he'd rather not. The Devildom was hot, yes, but fucking hell; could you wear anything else?

The tight hug of tiny shorts around your thighs, the expanse of your skin visible beneath an all-too-small crop top, the dangerous swish of a skirt, the urge to lift it higher- no. No. About 20 minutes ago, he asked you to "dress more respectably", and now he was starting to regret it.

The end begins when you peek out of the dressing room, to make a small request of Lucifer; a zipper is giving you trouble. Lucifer has half a mind to tell you to "put it back then", but for some idiotic reason, he follows you into the small stall. The door shuts behind him with a sense of finality.

"It's here, on the back." You turn your back to him, a funny thing to do when in such close proximity to a demon. He follows your hands and finds a small zipper at the waistline, tucked slightly beneath your fingers, an invisible one- the kind that always gets stuck. "Can you just pull it closed for me?"

Lucifer assumes this will be an easy task, giving you a little nod in response. He pinched the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled the zipper up- or tried to, anyway. The zipper stays firmly in place.

"You've really gotten yourself stuck, hm?" You watch Lucifer through the mirror in front of you, his lips pressing into a firm line.

"Mm, yeah I guess…" It would've been nice to impress him with your more refined clothing choices, you'd like his approval, but this zipper seemed to be ruining things for you.

Lucifer's grip shifted and your breath hitched, a hand moving to your hip and squeezing tightly. "Hold still."

You suppress a shudder as his breath ghosts across your skin, only responding to his command with a quick nod. Lucifer's fingers bear down, squishing the flesh of your hips until they find the points of bone beneath.

The tightness of the shorts is felt far before you recognize the sound of the zipper fastening shut. The black fabric squeezes around your waist and thighs with unforgiving firmness, the fat around your hips puffing out around the hems. You instinctually yearn to rip them off, but Lucifer's hands don't leave your hips.

Here, standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room, Lucifer finally got a good look at your outfit. A white chiffon blouse, the fabric beautiful against your skin, the black bow draping over your chest matching perfectly with the shorts you'd tucked the blouse into.

"This is better." A finger slips under the waistband of your shorts, pinned against your skin. A disapproving hum rises in his throat. "A bit tight."

Under statement of the century, the shorts might as well be strangling you. Your throat is dry now, you lick your lips and try to force out words. "Yeah, I think they're a little too small."

Lucifer disagrees. The fabric pulls tight around your body, the high waist riding up high enough that he gets a peek at your ass and gives him a near-perfect imprint of your bulge. Hands slowly stroke your sides, up and down, from your ribcage to your hips; you and Lucifer are holding eye contact through the mirror.

Slowly, painfully, you watch while Lucifer's hand brushes its way down the front of your body. His hand lands on the soft swell in your pants, and you draw in a sharp breath. Surely, he won't do it- right? Lucifer, the refined, prideful man, would never grope a lowly human such as yourself.

"How does it feel?" Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Lucifer’s voice rumbles in your ear.

"How does-" You begin to turn, to look back to Lucifer and beg the question that burns you, but he squeezes your growing hard-on and you fall still with a strained gasp.

He reiterates the question, trying to burrow through the thickening fog of your brain.

“How do the shorts feel?” Lucifer’s long fingers wiggle beneath the hemline of your shorts and briefs, smoothing over the skin of your tummy. It’s hard to think while he’s drawing circles on your skin, the soft leather of his gloves fueling the heat between your legs.

“They, uh,” you swallow hard, “they feel good.” A strangled whimper spills from your throat when one of Lucifer’s hands encircles the base of your cock, his touch so faint it’s tantalizing.

“How good?” His is velvet-smooth in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

This was a terrible idea, the dressing rooms aren’t noise absorbent and Lucifer is a man of high status, it’s best if you both put this idea out of your minds. Logically, you both know better than to go on.

“Lucifer, we shouldn’t be doing this-” Your hand slaps itself over your mouth on instinct, muffling the dangerously loud whine that ripped from your throat; the demon had squeezed your shaft so tightly that it ached.

You can’t help but squirm when Lucifer lets out a disappointed sigh next to your ear, his hands sliding from your shorts. “That’s not what I asked.”

Your head spins as Lucifer shoves you up against the dressing room mirror, his hand on the back of your head and forcing your cheek into the cold glass. The popping of stitches is so loud that it feels like a gun has gone off in your ears, you flinch all the same when Lucifer unceremoniously tears off your shorts.

“Now, let’s try again,” Lucifer discarded his glove in a heartbeat, and the sensitive nerves of your precum-slicked dick are exposed to the demon’s calloused skin. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Now, it’s not a question, Lucifer has given you a demand, spurred on by the quick and rough way he strokes your cock. Your body craves his touch, arching and bucking into Lucifer’s hand almost wildly with a chorus of pitiful whimpers. “Good- oh, f- good! It feels so-”

Lucifer abruptly stuffs his leather glove into your mouth with a scoff of disgust- you realize it tastes of the precum you leaked all over his hand.

“You’re too fucking noisy,” His stroking hand slowed to a near halt, squeezing so tightly around the tip of your cock that you wail into the glove between your teeth, pre dripping down your shaft and onto the dingey carpet in thick globs. “Are you trying to get caught? Do you know what will happen to you if Lord Diavolo hears of this?”

“A demon of such high ranking, like myself, having intimate relations with the human exchange? A much weaker,” the rough skin of Lucifer’s thumb brushes over your slit and you groan at the sting, tears gathering on your lash line, “more vulnerable creature.”

“A scandal like this would take a terrible toll on my standing.” He takes care to trace over the veins of your length, seemingly lost in thought and paying little mind towards your pathetic cries. “We’d have to get rid of you, of course.”

Blood stills in your veins; how painfully vague of him. Your attempts to argue are quickly dismissed, Lucifer only stuffs the glove further into your mouth with a condescending coo.

“Hush, hush, no talking.” He pats your thigh comfortingly, like trying to quiet an anxious pet. “Perhaps my brothers could find some use for you before you’re discarded…”

Lucifer hums in thought, trailing his hand over your balls, then back towards your ass. Precum-slicked fingers draw tight circles over your rim, pausing to just barely press inside you and watch you squirm back against him. “Or maybe, we’d get to keep you.”

The suggestion has you beyond delighted, grinding back onto Lucifer’s hand with a moan and a trembling grin as he finally forces two fingers into your tight ass. “You’d look good in a cage, don’t you think?”

You’re in no position to disagree, bracing yourself against the mirror as you rock into the thrusts of Lucifer’s hand urgently. You need a little more, just a little more and you can cum. Your moans grow higher and higher in pitch- you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Your cock is twitching and throbbing vigorously, the rough tips of Lucifer’s fingers scraping against your insides only worsening the heat in your tummy.

Your moans are beginning to sound more like sobs, turning utterly incoherent as you finally, finally- there’s a slick pop as Lucifer pulls his fingers out, leaving you dazed and needy. At last, you let the glove fall from between your teeth, turning back to plead with Lucifer but scarcely getting a whimper out before he grabs you by the cheeks.

“You’re such a mess,” he laughs, actually laughs into your hot, tear-stained face. and drags you to the ground, leaving scuffs on your knees. “What makes you think you’ve earned the right to cum? What have you done for me?”

Lucifer’s hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your face into the tent in his pants. “If you do well, I’ll consider letting you cum, how’s that?”

You can feel the warmth of his erection on your cheek, your own cock spasming in response. Like a bitch in heat, you can’t help but nuzzle against his bulge, eager to get it out of his pants and inside you. Your clumsy hands make quick work of the buttons and zipper on his slacks, freeing his cock in a matter of seconds- you don’t even need instructions before you take the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking away the pre that had gathered at Lucifer’s tip. The taste is tangy, salty, and beckons you to take Lucifer’s cock further into your mouth.

The promise of an orgasm makes you work hard; bobbing along Lucifer’s length, tracing your tongue over the veins on his length, squelching obscenely as you suck away at him. A hand tangles in your hair, pushing the stray tufts away from your face and tilting your head to stare up at Lucifer. You’re helpless to do anything but watch as he slides his hand to the back of your head, slowly pushing you to sleeve the rest of his cock into your throat. For a moment, you struggle against Lucifer’s grip, throat constricting around his dick as you attempt not to choke.

“Don’t struggle,” Lucifer warns, pressing your nose against the short hairs at his pelvis more firmly when you don’t listen. “Don’t.”

Finally, you go lax against him, tongue lolling out to lick at Lucifer’s sac while you go on attempting to slurp at his dick. Hesitantly, as if waiting for you to fight him once more, Lucifer pumps his hips against your face with a satisfied sigh. “Good boy, good boy; you’re doing perfect.”

You can feel the ridges and veins of his cock sliding over your tongue and scraping the inside of your throat. It aches but you don't move, you're too drunk on his praise to even consider it.

He starts with a slow in-and-out pump, reassurance that you're not going to choke on his dick, before his grip shifts yet again. The hand once positioned in your hair slides down to your neck, Lucifer's wide palm covering the column of your throat with ease, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on either side–he's getting a firm grip. You panic on the first sharp thrust into your mouth, hands smacking at Lucifer's thighs frantically while you gag and retch around his length, but he hardly seems to notice.

The demon is utterly lost in his own pleasure, his head tilted back in hitched sighs as he fucks your throat with the same mindless ferocity as a toy. Wet gargles fill the small dressing room as you desperately attempt to get a single breath, fingers curled in the fabric of Lucifer's pants. Air, you need air, you can't get a proper breath in with Lucifer's dick filling your throat. The corners of your vision are starting to go dark, your head fuzzy, your lungs are beginning to burn.

Only when you're sure that Lucifer is going to let you suffocate does he pull you off his cock, thick webs of saliva stuck to his tip and your lips. You gasp and cough wetly, the lightheadedness fading with each new inhale.

"Up on your feet." The command comes and you nearly sob, nothing sounds more impossible to you than standing.

With deer legs, you stumble into something resembling a standing position, still huffing and whimpering weakly.

"Hands against the mirror, now." Lucifer motions with a hand for you to turn around and stand against the mirror and like an obedient bitch, you do so.

Mostly, you're leaning on the mirror, chest pressed up against the glass and hips tilted back for Lucifer, you're too exhausted to do much else.

"No, not like that." Lucifer sighs in annoyance, grasping you by the hips and pulling you back until you're bent over at the waist, only your palms flat against the mirror.

The moments of silence between his words left you trembling with anticipation, sweaty palms leaving sticky prints on the mirror. A fingertip traces a trail of fire down your spine, before smoothing flat against the small of your back, steadying you as the tip of Lucifer's cock squishes up against your rim. You expect him to push forward, to finally fuck you like you need- but he waits, the head of his dick pressed to your entrance, with no sign of moving. Your impatience grows, cock leaking precum over your thighs, slickening your skin as you rub them together.

"Lucifer…?" With a small rock back, you whine of his name, trying to coax him into fucking you.

He only pulls his hips back, drawing a pitiful noise from your throat. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you."

Your words catch in your throat, shame keeping you quiet. When Lucifer's hand strikes your thigh, you have to bite your lip to muffle a yelp.

"I could leave you here; a dripping, needy, slut." His words are a cruel hiss, forcing tears to well in your eyes. "Just beg, tell me how badly you want me inside of you, or you get nothing."

Still, your jaw is firmly closed, far too ashamed to say anything- until Lucifer begins to pull away.

"No! No, no, please," the threat becomes real and you panic, bracing one arm against the mirror and using your free hand to spread yourself open for him. "Please Lucifer, I want you so bad, I need you…"

Every word is a whisper, still afraid of getting caught, but too worked up to possibly go without Lucifer's cock now. A self-satisfied smile spreads across Lucifer's face as he retakes his place behind you.

"So you can beg, what an obedient whore." The tip of Lucifer's dick taps against your hole, before he slowly slides past your rim with a low groan. "Fuck… are you this tight for everyone, or am I special?"

"Jus- just you…" You barely manage to murmur back, but Lucifer is beyond pleased with your answer, finally driving cock to the hilt with a low groan- you are a perfect fit for his cock.

Now he sets his pace, something steady and forceful that fucks the thoughts from your head on every inward stroke, the walls of the dressing room one hard thrust away from trembling beneath your weight. With every pull back, the head of Lucifer's dick drags over your prostate, your legs twitching and quivering in sensitivity- it's taking everything in you to stay quiet, but that's not what Lucifer wants.

"Talk- come on, talk for me, pretty boy, tell me how good you feel." With that gasping command your mouth falls open and a flood of praise rolls out.

"You feel so good, thank you, fuck, thank you- harder, please-" Any thought of silence is lost in the haze of lust, pleading for Lucifer to go harder, to go faster, for more, more, more.

Lucifer throws his head back with an unrestrained groan, slamming his hips against yours with unprecedented speed and force, tearing moans from your chest with ease.

"Oh God-" Lucifer grips your hair tightly to cut off your cry, his tone turning furious.

"Don't you-" he loses his words in a slew of curses for a moment. "-don't you ever call for anyone else, fuck, I am your god, understand?"

The moment he asks, you nod- but that's not enough. The hold on your hair tightens, and Lucifer pulls your head back, forcing you to face your reflection in the glass; covered in your own spit and tears, the thin white fabric of your blouse turned sheer from sweat.

"Say it." Lucifer's voice drops to a dangerous hiss, his free hand moving to stroke the length of your dick in time with his thrusts.

You let out a wail the moment he touches you, a fresh stream of tears welling up and rolling down your cheeks.

"You! You're m-my God!" It's slurred and sobbed, but at this moment, you mean your words completely.

Abruptly, Lucifer pulls you back against his chest by the scalp, then locks his arm around your neck, constricting your airways.

"Who?" Lucifer presses on, prompting another answer from you.

Even though your voice is strained through his tight grip, you call out for him, an obedient worshipper. "Lucifer!"

He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. "Again."

"Lucifer!" You answer, and his pace falters for a moment.

"Again, louder." He commands once more, and you follow.

"Lucifer!" His hips pump into you even faster, and your cock is beginning to throb erratically, you're so close.

"Louder!" Lucifer's voice pounds through your skull, you think this must be madness.

"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer!" At last, your orgasm hits you all at once with an ear-splitting scream, every muscle in your body drawing taut within Lucifer's hold.

You arch against him, legs kicking at his shins as Lucifer holds you up by nothing but his arm around your throat, your cum splattering against the fitting room mirror. With all your tightening and convulsing, Lucifer's orgasm isn't far behind, his thrusts have turned irregular and unsteady- but you're struggling for breath, clawing his prim black dress shirt in desperation.

At last, you feel hot cum flood your insides in tandem with Lucifer's shuddering groan, and a heartbeat later, he lets you go. You crumple beneath your weight, letting his cock slip free from your ass as you fall forward against the mirror. You can't help but see yourself- rather, the mess you've become. Heaving and panting, your face glistening with saliva, tears, and snot, strands of your cum caught in your hair and smeared over your skin from where you hit the mirror.

"Well, then." Lucifer is already tucking his dick back into his pants, retrieving his discarded gloves from the floor. "Get up, we've been here long enough."

Tongue heavy in your mouth, you can barely even form the words to protest. "I… I can't…"

A firm hand grasps your upper arm and yanks you up to your feet. Feeling Lucifer's cum ooze from your ass, you can't help but shiver- a few drops hit your calves and soak into your boxers, still looped around your ankles.

Lucifer huffs out a disappointed mutter when you sag against him, then guides you to wrap your arms around his neck. Luckily, Lucifer helps you redress yourself, pulling your boxers back up, then stuffing you back into your uniform dress pants- however, you're left in the sweat-stained blouse.

Lips press against your ear, a whispered threat. "You're going to walk by yourself. If you stumble or don't keep up, I will whip you bloody- understand?"

There's nothing you can do but nod. You've given yourself to Lucifer completely, mind, body, and soul- and a worshipper does not deny the requests of his god.

That will be all for today's showing folks, as always, thank you for viewing!

This was made based on a prompt I submitted to @akunya in uhhh... checks watch oh god February. I didn't mean to take this long. I started writing half of this several months ago, then I opened it this morning and suddenly blasted through the rest in like 5 hours. Possessed by the spirit of horny I guess...

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witheringwidgetwrites · 6 months

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May I request the demon brothers with a s/o who has stretch marks? I swear these things make me feel so insecure and I'm not here for it. Not trying to be all sad here but everyone I see has such beautiful clear skin but, then there's me with my pale ass skin with stretch marks 😌 anyways, have an amazing day ! 💚💚

Felt this nonny. slightly suggestive in some parts. I will be super honest, this was a little hard to write because I don't see them caring very much? but i tried

Lucifer doesn't bring it up for a while. A long while. The first time it comes up is when you sleep together for the first time. You awake to find him tracing a particularly large mark on your hip/stomach area, and you immediately cover up out of shame. He furrows his brow. "I'm sorry Luci, I'm just kind of insecure about them I guess?"

"There's no need, MC, I think every part of you is absolutely stunning."

Overally, he does not care at all. He does relate in a way though, he feels like his wings and your stretch marks are both places of slight shame for you.

Mammon is one who notices fairly early. You're reaching up to put something away after you've been transported to the Devildom, and he panics for a moment, "woah, how'd you get all those scars, MC?" He doesn't realize how insensitive the question is, but he feels like an ass when your immediately tug your shirt down.

"They're just stretch marks," you shrug him off, quickly going back to putting things away, more careful this time to not expose yourself.

They end up being one of the main reasons you put off having sex for the first time, and it takes some confrontation from Mammon for him to realize what's up. He asks you if you're just not ready to have sex or if you're not attracted to him. "Of course I'm into you, Mammon! I'm just, honestly, I'm insecure about the stretch marks all over me..."

"Treasure, that's ridiculous! You're gorgeous. I love you, all of you. And they're cool."

Leviathan doesn't notice until you point them out. He was talking about his insecurities and you we're like, "yeah, I kinda get it. I have these stretch marks all over! It's embarrassing!"

"Wha? Lemme see." Thankfully you're close enough at this point for human contact, and he's pretty amazed. "Those are so cool though! I-I, I like how the skin changes texture." He gently touches one on your stomach, before retracting his hand and apologizing.

Generally he actually loves the tactile stimulation from them. He adores being able to trace your skin and feel you. The emotional connection and physical are something he thrives from.

He absolutely adores them! Asmodeus is in love with all of you, ever part. He first notices one day while you're out shopping, trying on clothes, and you try on a crop top of sorts. He's aware of what they are and doesn't say anything, until you bring up how it shows them. "You should show of your tiger stripes more, MC! Rawr!" He makes a paw like a cat and giggles at you, smiling. "All jokes aside, you look absolutely lovely and I love this on you!"

Overall, he will go out of his way to show some love to them. He'll kiss them while you make love, or he'll give your belly a squeeze in general to see you jump!

Satan first notices when you're at a cat cafe, you leaned over to pet a kitty and he notices a particularly red mark. "Oh, MC, did a cat scratch you?" He leans towards you, nudging your shirt up. "No, that's just a stretch mark." He notices how you avert your gaze and tug your shirt down. He doesn't bring it up again.

It gets brought up again about a week later when things are getting steamy, and he's grabbing at your body, and you yelp. "Did I hurt you?" His brow is furrowed, he looks so guilty. "No no! I'm just, I'm just a little insecure is all. I'm sorry."

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I'm interested in every part of you, MC. And, I think they're interesting."

Beelzebub and Belphegor first notice at a fanghoul game! Beel is hugging Belphie, and next is you, and Beel sees your shirt ride up.

"Mc, what's that? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" Beel freezes where he stands, his brow furrowed.

"No, Beel, those are stretch marks. Some humans have them. Can we go home now?" Belphie answers for you, and you're thankful, as well as a little embarrassed.

Beel gives you a 2nd apologetic glance before moving on, and you all head home.

Overall, Beel does not seem to notice them most of the time. though he does like to grab onto your tummy when you have sex, and he will kill the stretch marks where he grabbed afterwards.

Belphagor is another who likes to trace your stretch marks as he dozes off. You always feel the tip of his finger grazing along the sensitive thin skin.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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official-darkforest · 16 days

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i am SOOO unbelievably thrilled by your anthro au omg. do you have fashion ideas for the characters? like their favorite outfits, fabrics, etc? imo one of the best parts of anthro characters is deciding how they'd express themselves through their clothing :]

I HAVE A FEW ALREADY!!!! i dont have many specifics because theres so many characters ahd i havent drawn them all yet LOL but i'll share the ones i do have at least SOMETHING for

im also trying to keep these reasonable for the time period and location, as in my au the clan cats are mostly rural and in small towns set (mostly) before the 2000s so most may dress more modest and conservative (especially if theyre older and very religious)

squirrelflight - the best i can describe her sense of fashion is that it ranged from tomboy as a younger girl and is currently closer to a working class butch. im not sure if masc would be a more appropriate term since i dont hc her as a lesbian (shes bi) but she dresses "like a man" and owns a lot of jeans, slacks, and button-up shirts of all kinds of fabrics and patterns. she also enjoys bright colors as well, but as she got older her fashuon sense got a little more sensible and less "loud" like it was in the 60s and 70s. she also has glasses like her daddy once shes like 35 or so. she and firestar dressed very similarly, and a lot of her shirts and neckties are things she stole from his closet

feathertail - very feminine. hippie adjacent, lots of loose and flowing garments and jingly pieces. breatheable clothes and open toed shoes. her favorite swimsuit had some little frilly bits on it i think. often combines neutral earthy tones with blues and whites

crowfeather - lots of handmedowns from his father. clothes you can do farmwork in like jeans, overalls, hardy flannel/denim shirts and boots. never grew out of this and still dresses this way and he likes it

jayfeather - he looks like a modernized (as far as the 80s goes) version of his father - same hairstyle snd way of dress. he isnt too formal but does have some more preppiness to his clothing style (polo shirts and sweaters). he avoids full button downs since buttoning them himself jjust gets frustrating since he cant match them up every time. new wave band shirts. he also wears orange tinted glasses to protect his eyes (in this au i wrote that hes able to perceive shadows and light pretty okay, but not much else beyond that) And Kinda As A Fashion Statement cuz it goes well with his facial structure and hairstyle i think

lionblaze - hes like if the stereotypical jock and stereotypical 80s rock+metal enthusiast had a baby. muscle tees and bandanas, ripped jeans, those absurdly short shorts, crop tops, etc. he's a drummer i think if that matters LOL

ivypool - punk, also sorta like joan jett to an extent. very homemade, tho sometimes she gets lazy and doesnt really commit to the outfits all the way (but definitely has the mindset, dint get me wrong). one of those girls with a chest small enough to go braless 99% of the time; wears a lot of tank tops and sleeveless shirts LOL

bone/brick/scourge - just google "the outsiders movie" or "greaser" and you'll get the idea. tho i imagine these three in particular also have some kind of bare minimum formalwear scraped together from their escapades. theyre kinda like the jetts/sharks from west side story if that helps at all

daisy - she combines flowing, pretty dresses with a sunhat and work boots. she also teaches horseback riding and owns a few (its a business she runs w smokey and floss. i think its be funny if they were polyam ITS MY AU I CAN CHANGE WHAT I WANT) and she has horseback-appropriate clothing as well

poppyfrost - THEE preppy girl of the 80s. big hair, perm and all. dresses with pastel colors. her sisters cinderheart and honeyfern are pretty similar, tho i imagine honeyfern is a little more sporty and cinderheart takes inspiration from madonna once shes trying to court lionblaze

hazeltail - long haired country girl butch. enough said

spottedleaf snd cinderpelt are nuns lol

#warrior cats #anthro warrior cats #micks anthro au

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possibilistfanfiction · 4 months

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I love Beatrice feels about Avas gender identity (or lack of). And how, for Beatrice, her womanhood is still an important part of her, even if she expresses that part differently than other women. And how Bea is just down for the ride when Ava experiments with their gender expression, just endless support and love and just letting Ava try out whatever they want. Like the scene with the binder, Ava wasnt visibly uncomfortable or weirded out, she just said that it wasnt something for her, and Bea never discouraged her of trying it out by telling her that she wouldnt like it, or other masculine things that fit better, like the suit. So yeah, thanks for having someone like Ava who doenst give a fuck about how she "should" dress and act as told by society and then Beatrice, for whom womanhood is still an important part of, but she puts her personal own spin on it, so she still feels like herself and happy. So, yeah you said you already have two butch!Bea prompts, so I just wanted to request a Avatrice fic with some happy gender expressions/feels it doesnt have to be butch!Bea AU, if you want. But yeah, I love how you write Beas butch style but still in touch with her womanhood. (And of course her kicking ass in Aikaido class ;) )

‘wow,’ you say, a little breathless. ava grins, spins around in their tuxedo slacks and button down with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows, an old binder of yours that’s loose on them but still offers some compression underneath, paired with patent leather loafers and a tie loose around their neck. they’ve slicked their hair back neatly and are grinning, arms outstretched. ‘you look amazing.’

‘yeah?’

‘of course,’ you say, as if there was any other possibility. ava wraps her arm around your waist and looks in the mirror at the both of you together: it’s a little different, because you’re used to ava in the dresses and crop tops and flowy pants he loves, an old favorite pair of overalls — but it’s, like, really, really hot. you’ve learned through your friends and therapy and ava’s own deep exuberance around queerness that you really are in love in so many of its forms, the textures it takes and allows; while you feel much, much better and safer and more comfortable and at ease in yourself when you’re in loose, easy pants, your chest flat, your hair short, you have never begrudged ava their expansion. they’ve seen so, so much, lived through more pain than anyone should ever have to, so everything about them, even at their most annoying, is beautiful to you.

‘if i wore a packer into a cathedral, do you think i would be struck down or something?’

it takes a second too long for your brain to get unstuck from the heat that races down your spine; ava smirks. ‘are you —‘ unfortunately your voice comes out a little strangled and you have to regroup — ‘are you wearing one?’

‘nah,’ ava says. ‘thought about it, but these pants are kinda tight and if i have to sit through some dumbass pomp and circumstance at the vatican i’m at least going to be comfortable.’

you hum, the best you can do.

‘maybe i’ll wear it tomorrow with that new skirt i got in madrid though,’ she says, far too casual for the victorious expression on her face.

‘well, you do know god best.’

‘that’s so true,’ ava says, preening again and then turning toward you. ‘gender expression, totally cool with god, if you can believe that.’

‘i suppose i can.’ ava’s smirk softens into an easy smile, one you revel in every time it’s for you, the way sunflowers turn toward the sun.

‘plus, this little vest situation you have going on is, like, so hot. god can’t begrudge me your arms, not after all i’ve done.’

you huff at their obvious delight in flustering you, but it’s summer and very hot and, really, the light sweater vest you’d picked out to go with your very church-appropriate slacks is also quite tame.

‘i love you,’ they say, softening again, and kiss your cheek. ‘now, let’s go scandalize some conservatives, shall we?’

you laugh, unable to resist ava’s warmth, again and again. ‘we shall.’

#wn fic #avatrice fic #prompts #wn #avatrice #smth smth ava modeling her look off of nate from gossip girl but w a side of slutty blair i can't explain further but u get it #another silly one esp for those of u in my inbox BEGGING for masc ava lol this is p much all i got #butch bea 🥺🫡

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Happy Pride Month and (very belated) Solarpunk Aesthetic Week! I wanted to redesign my longtime OCs, so I decided to give them a thematic twist!

Self-indulgent details about their designs under the cut:

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From left to right:

Mia Based on the romantic/cottagecore style, and incorporating aspects of Eastern/Central European folk dresses, such as the Czech kroj. Her vest is made from recycled overalls and excess fabric from her apron. Her natural motif is fungi -- her bow and earrings are amanita mushrooms (if you squint, her skirt looks like one too), and the frills on her collar + sleeves are chanterelles!

Clyde He's a bohemian kinda guy, so I kept his silhouette relaxed and unstructured + harem pants + accessories. The exception is his jacket, a union of 3 different garments made to loosely resemble traditional Indian clothing like the achkan. His natural motif is the sun - hence the warm tones, which is contrasted with splashes of teal, the colour of his aura (its a fictional superpower thing).

Glace His style is more preppy/academia - turtlenecks and sweaters are his type, so I gave him 3! Sewn together in a visible mending-esque style (inspired by tumblr solarpunks and their fashion projects)! His palette is taken from the mlm flag, and there's subtle elements of a Korean hanbok - his collar, sleeve shape, sash and tassel. Rips in his pants are covered by cloud patches (his motif), all dyed to match the aesthetic!

Simmer Her thing is streetwear with a cultural twist - her top combines a bomber jacket and a Chinese qipao/cheongsam. Her detachable sleeves are extended via sewn-on zippers (useful as her powers generate a lot of heat)! Her motif is the phoenix, with patterns on her shirt and collar, hand-decorated using the batik method. Her hair streaks are inspired by stripes on a tiger - Malaysia's national animal.

Axis She's all about the y2k aesthetic, with translucent tights and a hoodie stylishly revamped to form a super crop top + a figure-hugging bodysuit. Her design is inspired by indigenous Andean fashion, such as the Ecuadorian pollera, which her skirt might be repurposed from. Her motif is butterflies, as seen in her earrings, the shape of her bodysuit, and the wing-like curves of her skirt.

Piper Initially wanted a punk-ish vibe for him but he might be a bit too cute now oops! His jacket is a mashup of 3 different pieces, and his jeans are a patchwork of denim. He's got iconic looks from French fashion (beret and scarf), as well as some African designs (the vertical pattern I referenced looked like plant cells, but also like binary code? I thought it was so on theme)! His motif is obviously plants of all types!

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Thank you for checking this out (especially if you got this far)!!! ♡♡♡

#art #artists on tumblr #character design #pride #solarpunk #fashion #culture #oc #wish i couldve finished this in time for solarpunk aesthetic week but. drawing is hard ;;#maybe i'll render it in the future #also! im not an expert on cultural clothing so please correct me if i got anything wrong! still learning!#roobiedoodle #the leftoverse #tl mia #tl clyde #tl glace #tl simmer #tl axis #tl piper

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starfxkr · 1 month

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also may we have a looksies into the girl’s go to places when shopping for clothes? some things are alr obvs to me - one of the brands bunny lives breathes is VS n kitten got gold in the olympics for thrifting n estates sale hunting acc but i neeeeed an elaboration

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omg yesss

okay so in my mind pup and kitten are thrifty queens in different ways. pup crochets a lot of her stuff or wears both of her parents old clothes (in my head her parents are lenny kravitz and lisa bonet for some reason) and she's always hunting for free people/anthropologie/banana republic on depop. she wear's mostly overalls, huge shirts she tie dyes herself, converse, sandals, crochet dresses, bralettes etc. mainly wears oranges and pinks and yellows in her wardrobe

kitten however thrifts and gets clothes from her booster cousin who gives her a discount. she doesn't pay much attention to brands but she would loveeee to own diesel shorts. she's also more girly than people give her credit for she just doesn't mind fighting people in a babydoll dress. she's very short skirt "long jacket" coded. graphic tees that she cuts and sews into crop tops, lots of plaid, florals, mini skirts, way too short dresses and big boots she got from some old kook lady who actually really liked her lol

bunny is a vs girl in the 2010s older sister way she lives in the foldover leggings and bombshell bra. she can flip the fuck outta some forever21 clothes but she def get edikted when she has the money because shes trash and girly. wears lots of rhinestones and animal print and ruffles, mainly in pink/white/soft purples. she's a fila girl when it comes to sneakers but she loves sandals esp wedges those are the sugar baby special.

foxy shops at like jcpenny and macys because she doesnt care about fashion that much. she dresses kinda like enid from ghost world but she actually really loves short skirts but she pairs them with button ups and full length graphic tees. go to shoes are like clogs or loafers that she wears with nike socks no matter the function. mainly wears greens, purples, browns in funky patterns and gets her glasses from Walmart

#✨.txt #puppy!reader #kitten!reader #fox!reader #bunny!reader

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justatypicalwizard · 11 months

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 4

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,9k

18+, minors do not interact

After a week or so, you got your assignment back. You happily jumped in your bed, seeing an A. Not only did you get a great score, Professor Shinazugawa pointed out some minor mistakes, but apart from that, he sent you a lengthy email about your additional work. He was impressed that you went through with it and was overall pleased with the effects. He also wrote that he will remember about that while giving you the final pass.

Fall was hitting hard. The days became shorter and shorter, rain and wind attacking your window. The seasonal depression also dropped on your shoulders, as you felt kinda sleepy and out of energy all the time. You liked to stay in your room, relax and do things that you only do by yourself, but you also missed the opportunity of going out.

Well, it was about to change.

Next Monday you learned that you may attend a research field trip. It sounded really fun! Anna and her major were also going. You were honestly grateful about that, she was a social butterfly and would never leave you alone in such a situation. Feeling a tingling sensation in your back you smiled to yourself. You felt like you were back in highschool, about to go on a trip with your class.

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Two weeks passed by and you found yourself in front of your wardrobe, packing your large, hiking backpack. No, you were not stupid enough to take a suitcase with you, in the mountains. You already pictured all the shocked people, about to carry the fifty kilo plastic boxes up that mountain. There was always someone like that.

Your first enthusiasm faded away, when you realised, it will be freaking cold. Longing to all your crop tops, strapless dresses and swimming suits, you grabbed the long, warm trousers, waterproof jacket and a winter hat. You didn't know if there was ever a trend for sexy hikers, but you would definitely never be one of them in your warm, baggy clothes. Well, nevermind, it was meant to keep you warm and healthy during the trip.

You had to reach the town where the trip was about to start on your own, so you were about to go with Anna and two other people by car.

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The day came and it started with rain. The weather was awful, cold and windy. You were glad that you didn't have to take the public transport and spend several hours in trains and buses, just to get to the town that was forgotten by civilization.

Packing yourself into Anna's car, you realised, it was already full. The trunk nearly didn't close and there were three girls in the back. Your friend saved you the front seat. With that, all of you took off.

''That's going to be an interesting trip.'' One of the backseaters started, a pale and ginger girl.

''Do you plan something?'' Ann snickered, knowing well her gossiping friends.

''We don't even have to.'' A different one, with chocolate skin and long curly hair added.

''By the way, the gossips at the back are, Veronica, Janet and Sophie.'' Anna outshouted them and all of them darted their eyes your way.

Veronica was sitting right behind you, you saw her giving you a small wave in the mirror. She had medium length black hair, bangs cut right before her eyes, cat like glasses and a small frown on her pinkish lips. She was dressed in grunge, her band t-shirt and chequered trousers framing nicely her plus size form.

Janet was in the middle, her long legs squeezed between the other girls. You must admit, her hair was a game changer, long and perfectly curly. The girl wore a comfortable dress set.

Sophie looked a bit like a squirrel, she was very ginger, pale and kinda small. On the other hand, she definitely didn't act like a squirrel, she was loud and full of life, not looking like someone scared and anxious.

Looking at Ann, her short, business sharp, sunny blonde hair and a gym body, you felt like Gollum. Well, shit, not everyone has the same mindset as you- comfortable first.

''Hi, I'm Y/N.'' You waved at them and they greeted you with enthusiasm. ''What do you mean by interesting trip?''

''Didn't you hear what Professors were going with us?'' Sophie asked in a sneaky manner.

''I did hear some names, but I don't recognize them.'' You answered.

''Ooookay, then hear that!'' The ginger one bursted out.

''Better get some popcorn.'' Ann laughed.

''Shut up, okay. There is Professor Rengoku going, he is very fun aaaaand good looking. Then there is Shinazugawa, the next hottie, and the Kocho sisters.'' She said it like the names only were news.

''I don't know them beside Professor Shinazugawa.'' You said.

''Okay, listen to this. Professor Rengoku is not important in this story, it's more about the rest. Miss Kanae and Shinobu Kocho are both Professors, they are like tied to each other. Shinazugawa and the older Kocho, Kanae, were once engaged! Then, out of the blue, he broke off the engagement and they say that Miss Kanae had a really hard time because of that. I've also heard that something was happening between the three of them later and the university administration had to interfere due to work etique. I've heard that Miss Shinobu Kocho got involved with Shinazugawa in something more serious, like they were in an argument. Miss Kanae is supposed to give him a cold shoulder, but I've also heard that she is not so innocent. And that Shinazugawa guy, they say he is kinda nasty and left her because he is not a relationship one.''

That sounded like... a melodrama.

''Half of that must be bullshit Sophie.'' Anna laughed out loud.

''That's what I've heard.'' Sophie shrugged her shoulders.

''I only believe in that part about the engagement and the end of it.'' You also laughed at the highschool love drama.

''Okay okay, maybe some of it may be made up, but I can certainly say, that they are not fond of each other and they will have to talk with each other a lot on that trip.'' The ginger said.

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The story that you heard during your car ride made you think a bit more about Shianzugawa. It crossed your mind that he also has a life of his own, and hearing this news it may not be perfect. If he reale was the one breaking the engagement, he must have had a reason to do that. On the other hand he may simply be a cold-hearted bitch for everyone.

Well, you could only wonder. It was none of your business.

It came out that the four of you would also share a room. While unpacking, you heard Anna talk with someone on the phone. She soon came to the rest of you and explained in an excited manner, that there will be a small party. Her major was throwing something in their rooms.

''I will come but I will definitely not drink anything.'' You gave your friend a raised eye look.

You were not getting a hangover barely the first day. It was a research trip, not a vacation in Dubai. Also, you didn't want to get on any professor's bad side. That Rengoku guy may be chill, but your Shianzugawa was not.

''Pooper.'' She turned her butt your way and started to change.

''Yeah, yeah.'' You laughed her fake tantrum off.

You, Ann, Veronica, Janet and Sophie found the party room later in the evening. Entering the party zone you found out that not many students gave a damn about the research part of this trip.

''Do you have a plan for tomorrow?'' Veronica asked, sitting next to you on a bed.

''Not yet, they will post it anytime now.'' You answered.

That was also why you didn't want to party too much. You may have some morning lessons and you didn't want to miss them. The scholarship wont earn itself.

''Same here.'' She sighed, dragging her hand through her hair. ''I'm surprised so many people don't give a shit about it.''

The party was going on for some time but you felt more and more tired. The packing, the ride, it wore you off enough. Skipping to Ann, you told her that you're going to bed.

''I'm coming with you.'' Veronica also had enough.

While on your trip back, you found out that the plan was ready. Opening it on your phone you saw that your first hike would start at 6 am. Holly shit, that was early.

The two of you went back to your room and straight to bed.

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In the morning, you found yourself sitting in the nearly empty dining hall. The Professors were already there, apart from a small bunch of students. They didn't look pleased with the attendance. After twenty minutes of sitting and nearly falling asleep, you heard one of them speak.

''Okay, we will start the lecture like this.'' A tall, black haired woman stood in the middle of the hall. ''I would like the groups to find their leading Professors. Group one will start with me, please gather around one table.'' A bunch of people shifted their seats. ''Group two with Professor Shinobu Kocho.'' The other black haired woman gave the speaking one a smile, before taking off to her students. ''Group three with Professor Rengoku.'' There were only three people present, one of them was Veronica, who gave you a nod.''And finally group four with Professor... Shinazugawa.''

The speaking woman gave Shinazugawa a weird look. She seemed to be uneasy with the fact that she placed her eyes on him. On the other hand the white haired man didn't even face her. He was looking around the room, trying to spott the supposed forming group.

That must be the Kocho.

Everyone started to gather around their leading ones and you made your way near Professor Shinazugawa, as you were group four. Standing in front of him, you looked around but no one else was coming your way. Every minute was more and more awkward because the two of you stood in silence, you looking around the corners, he looking straight at you, both in silence.

''Is that the... whole group?'' The whiyte haired man grumbled.

''I guess so.'' You sighed, wishing that you would also stay at the party and sleep with a gigantic hangover right now. ''What are we doing now?''

''And what are we supposed to do?'' He gave you a raised brow look and you felt stupid. ''We are going on the hike, it's their fault they can't drink. You shouldn't be punished for their absence.''

So not going on the hike was supposed to mean a punishment for you?

You do you, Professor.

Somehow, you felt scared and excited at the same moment. Scared because you will have to talk to him, excited, because you will have the opportunity to talk to him. Maybe you will get to know something interesting on your one on one, several hours long trip with Professor Shinazugawa.

Wait, you are going on a one on one, several hours long hike with Professor Shianzugawa. Why were you thinking about... oh my god, get a hold of yourself girl!

SERIES MASTERLIST

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut

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daily-teki · 3 months

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not necessarily an art request but what do you think teki would be like as a participant? feel free not to answer if u dont want to / cant think of anything ^^ hope ur finger gets better byw!!

Oh this is interesting! I don’t think she’d be wearing her hair extensions like she does in the minigame, but I do think her hair would still be bright pink with the blue stripe, and have the hairclip too. I feel like she’d wear a bunch of kandi bracelets on one arm, and a backpack with wayyyyyy too many keychains on it that rattle around when she walks (idk if she’d still have it in the death game tho) she’d definitely still have the tall platform heels (or rollerblades), and probably a ribbed cotton crop top, and a bright, tie dyed pleated skirt. She’d wear a black jacket that’s way too big for her (kinda like iono) with high-vis pink, orange, yellow and green stripes on the sleeves, and a whiteboard-esque style patch on one sleeve to write notes or spontaneous sheet music on with a marker.

She’d 100% want to be friends with Reko and I feel like she’d be overall very cheery unless provoked in which she’d get pretty defensive/aggressive (seeing as she gets inverted in her body sprite). In such a state she’d probably see nothing wrong with biting their arm to ‘teach them a lesson’

…if she had a score it’d have to be 6.9% because yeah

#not a daily teki #I rlly like this ask tho thank you #I definitely might draw it later #your turn to die #yttd #teki tsutone

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inky-snowdrop · 1 month

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RAIN COSTUME RANKINGS

(because i have a lot of feelings about this man 💜)

Look under the cut for my more in depth opinions lollll

Mortal Kombat Trilogy ~ Eh. It's the same as every other ninja in MK3. Since it's his first costume though, it gets a slight pass.

Mortal Kombat Annihilation ~ This ain't it. The vest part is somewhat interesting, but the clunky mask??? NAH. It's too much like his MK3 costume. Also this version of Rain kinda gives me uncanny vibes lolll??? And on the wiki it says a black dude played him in the movie and this picture is def not of a black dude??? 🤨

Mortal Kombat Conquest ~ A worse version of Annihilation's costume. No color, no personality, no interesting details. What do I learn about Rain from this costume? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Mortal Kombat Armageddon ~ THE CRÉME DELA CRÉME OF RAIN COSTUMES! This is the first time we see him with a crown/helmet, which shows that he views himself as being superior to other people. The color is a rich purple, which also indicates his powerful heritage (in history, purple was a rare color in clothing and was reserved for the wealthy). His hair is exposed for the first time, adding personality to his character. The heavy jewelry and embroidered cape shows his inflated ego. He's got an assassin's knife, which shows that he is a traitor to the realm of Edenia... Like Netherrealm hit it out of the park on their FIRST TRY!!!

Mortal Kombat Armageddon Alternate ~ I love the reddish-purple color of this costume bruh. The crown is still there but the fact that they covered up his hair again isn't my most favorite. It's starting to lean back into MK3 territory, but it has gold embellishments that keep me from completely hating it.

Mortal Kombat 9 ~ The purple in this costume is NOT. HITTING. IT'S SO UGLY. I feel like a lot of the costumes in MK9 were muted (except for Jade and Mileena), and that makes the game seem a lot flatter. Rain looks like a warrior with this costume, not a demi-god. Where's the gold? Where's the showboating? The shoulder pads and the designs on his torso are the only things that I truly like from this design. The crown on his cowl is barely visible... That is NO BUENO.

Mortal Kombat X ~ MKX my beloved, you never fail to disappoint with the costume designs. The crown, the golden jewelry and red jewels, the shade of purple (a dark purple indicating a sinister character), the CROP TOP 👀, his hair being exposed, his lil jagged cape that shows that he's been through the ringer trying to get Mileena to power?!?! I have nothing bad to say about this design; It fits his personality SO WELL 💜💜💜

Mortal Kombat 11 Perfect Storm ~ This costume is growing on me. I like the color, all the gold and silver accoutrements are very well placed, his new weapon is different and makes his kombat more exciting. I feel like there could be more though. This is almost perfect.

Mortal Kombat 11 Son of Argus ~ Bro looks like he's about to go play rugby lol 😭 I HATE IT! He doesn't look like himself AT ALL! What is that helmet/cowl thing he's wearing!? He's wearing the same belt from the previous costume in this one! It screams I threw this together at the last minute! Once again, he looks too much like a fighter... At least in MK9, he had some regal elements in his design. Also all the variant colors for this costume are so ugly????? Bruh throw it out

Mortal Kombat 11 Weathered By Kombat ~ By far the most regal costume of MK11. I like the golden horns, the HUGE golden belt along with all the little storm ensigns, and the draping design of the costume is absolutely serving. I love and hate the spikey parts of this costume because it makes sense for his character, but it doesn't flow well with the rest of the costume. Also the mask could be better (which I know can be exchanged, but the default one is meh). The rings are a new detail!

Mortal Kombat 11 Hidden By Argus ~ It's giving assassin, not demi-god. It's too sleek. Overall the design is good, but it's not loud enough for me. I need more. Color palates for this costume though are the best (especially positioned for success 😉)

Mortal Kombat 11 Ending ~ Bald Rain is cursed 🤷 There's also no personality in the outfit at all bruh. It's not even the right color.

Mortal Kombat 1 Storm of the Century ~ It's not the worst, it's not the best. The lavender purple is pretty and I'm ok with this version of Rain having that color instead of a more vibrant shade. The orange/yellow tho... That was a choice. The designs on his hood are cool, but I'm not a fan of all the ropes he has on his body. I don't think mages need that many ropes lol... Unless they into some freaky shit hehe

Mortal Kombat 1 High Mage ~ Now THIS is a Rain costume! The little epaulettes are cute and I LOVE the designs on his torso! His little bedazzled mask is funny to me lol 😆 Also the default color is really nice! I wish the buttons were gold instead of brown in the middle of his shirt; It makes him look a little bit like a sailor from the 17th and 18th century lol. Though the fact that we get to see his hair in his costume... That makes up for every other flaw on god.

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Hi I saw the match up event recently but I gotta ask who would be a perfect match for me?

I’m a female and I’m not sure about my sexuality at the moment since I’m a bit confused what gender I am interested in but I don’t mind who it is, as long I’m given love and affection, then I won’t mind who it is.

About me, I’m an ambiverted female since i tend to be very shy at first and a little awkward, since I can’t keep up an conversation but there are times I will try and be social and talk to others while I’m trying not to be embarrassed or anything, but once I open up I’m very talkative and kind, i usually put my friends/family/loved ones first and then me most of the time, I don’t really get upset as often but I know deep inside I know I’m hurt since I tend to bottle everything up in short terms, I tend to mask it all with a bright and kind personality, I don’t know how to say no to others but I’m slowly learning and healing myself, but overall I’m very kind to others who respects my boundaries but overall I’m a kind hearted person, and I’m a very comforting person too, I’m basically an uncertified counselor too and not to mention I’m somewhat motherly to my friends since I always worry about them if they ate or something is wrong with them but I also get insecure most of the time because I feel like I’m not good enough or anything, I’m my friend group, I’m the mom friend who worries about their well-being or giving them mom advice (I’m not a mom because I’m single) but also I’m a hopeless romantic and I’m very delusional at times (kinda like mitsuri in a way😭😭) but I’m not a mean person in general!!

And another thing about me is I’m not very smart in a way since my ADHD and possible dislexia

but as for my style and appearance I’m a bit skinny and chubby with a curvey figure with a few small or medium belly rolls and skin marks too but I like to wear sweaters with zippers and a tight crop top tang too with spaghetti straps or thick ones and playboy bunny sweatpants because I find them comfortable since I have a big butt😭, and I like to wear my moccasins (slippers in indigenous culture, since I’m Canadian) but overall I don’t mind what clothes I’m wearing as long I’m comfortable

My main interest is listening to music that comforts me, I listen to Frank Sinatra or Songs from adventure time like everything stays or drift away from Steven universe since it kinda relates to me in away too, I love drawing and creating things like knitting or painting sunsets or landscapes!

And lastly for my main love languages, they are physically touch and Quality time, I’m very touch starved and quality starved too, I love being hugged a lot or even being near someone makes me happy, and maybe gift giving since I like giving people gifts but I sometimes like receiving gifts because I feel bad that people spend money on me either it’s expensive or not but I do like receiving small things that were crafted!! I like reassurance the most since I feel comforted when I’m sad or feeling lonely but also I have a hard time for asking for help in any situation

Thank you for listening and take your time!!!

heyy, autumn (i think this is you), in any case, i pair you with…

Sir Pentious !!

Pentious is very soothed by your soft yet cheery energy haha it makes him feel at home and at ease and he really craves that in a partner tbh

Although you tend to bottle things up, it makes him very sad, as he’s very open about his feelings with you, and it makes him feel like he did something wrong :(

He will hug you for hours on end if you’d let him. Please let him hug you. He won’t ask, but he really wants it.

#reqs closed #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆#mio’s matchups ! ☆#fanfiction #hazbin hotel #x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #general pentious #pentious x reader #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin hotel pentious #hazbin pentious #sir pentious x reader #hazbin hotel sir pentious #sir pentious

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The Sin of Lust: Asmodeus

Character Name:

First Name: Asmodeus

Last Name: N/A

Nickname (if any): Asmo, Mos (Lucifer)

Title(s): Sin of Lust, Lord of the Lecherous

Alias(es): The Limping Devil

Basic Information:

Age: ???

Gender: Male -He/Him/His

Date of Birth: ???

Place of Birth: ???

Species: Sin

Residence: Ring of Lust

Generation: 1st generation

Sexual Oriention: Pansexual

Vocals:

Normal: James Earl Jones/Rihanna

Singing: James Earl Jones/Rihanna

Non True Form/Human Physical Appearance:

Asmodeus has two forms, benefiting both masculine and feminine looks.

Height: 17'2

Weight: (?)

Build: A tall stature, broad shoulders and an athletic & muscular body type. Kind of like the average gym goer, not jacked/ripped but certainly has obvious muscle/Still tall, the height stays the same, slimmer/more slender in muscular sense but only because 'she(☆)'s more soft buff (think Korra from Avatar: The Legend of Korra) unlike the masculine form

Skin Colour: Bronze (hex: 733F17)

Hair Color: Deep lilac (hex: 9955BB)

Hair Style: Slicked-back short hair (think Porco from Attack on Titan), although when not slicked back, his hair is curled with semi-slack ringlets & when both slicked-back and not, his hair reaches just about below his ear/Typically wears 'her' hair in a low ponytail afro, but when not in a ponytail 'her' hair is left to be in the natural afro state

Eye Color: Crimson (hex: 980001)

Facial Structure: Asmodeus has upturned eyes, with softly arched eyebrows, his jawline is sharp with the structure slightly square alongside hollow cheeks, his lips a perfect cupid's bow with an almost crooked grin

Scars or distinguishing marks: Tattoos of his other heads, a bull & sheep, etched onto his neck (all forms minus the true form of course)

Extra: FRECKLES that are everywhere, especially around the cheeks, an overall opinion of many demons & Sinners alike is that Asmodeus is more rugged than handsome but, still handsome, but describe as gorgeous and ethereal when in the feminine form + a small hoop earing on his left ear & a stud earing + helix small hoop on his right ear

Typical Clothing: An amaranth (hex: 9F2B68) sleeveless turtleneck, topped with a violet (hex: 710193) leather jacket & beige (hex: D5B895) jeans with a black belt + gold buckle and finally, hot pink glittery converse/A amaranth (hex: 9F2B68) lace up crop top, with a violet (hex: 710193) leather jacket, beige (hex: D5B895) shorts with fishnet tights, with a black belt + gold buckle, still wearing the hot pink glittery converse (hex: FE019A)/

True Form Physical Appearance:

A creature of giant stature, with clawed (like a cat's paws/claws) hands with fluff (the colour of his hair) made of flame, a leg with the same features as his hands and the other made of metal befitting that of a human leg. His tattoos become the other two heads, splitting from the skin at the collarbone to grow and become true flesh. His hair lights into a flame of the same colour, billowing and changing size

Personality Traits:

Positive Traits: Asmodeus is charming, certainly one has to be as Lust personified. Good mannered, witty and hilarious, drawing in people of all types, able to swindle and sway at a moments notice. He's confident and unafraid, and very flamboyant & flirtatious, very flirtatious. Asmodeus is also friendly, he captures people with that attitude like a siren. Offering them drinks, dance or whatever it is they're lusting for. He's ambitious and intelligent, he runs a whole Ring after all

Negative Traits: However, he's cocky and brash, often ticking off people with his sometimes condescending tone or actions. Not like they can do much about it though. He's gossipy, need to know something? Go to either Asmodeus or Beezlebub. They're the ones people trust the most due to their images. Asmodues can be very judgmental, like he was/still kinda is with his son Oziel's choices in life, such as supporting domestic love. He's also manipulative & possessive, once he has his claws on (or in) another lover, he treats them semi-like a plaything, they're his now, nothing else should be concerned

Background and History:

Parents: God? I mean idk tbh

Siblings (if any): The other Sins, his favourite is none of them

Current Occupation: Asmodeus rules over the Lust Ring, the nightclubs and other variations of clubs or businesses that exist there (unless another Sin has more of a hold on them like casinos which belong to Mammon) alongside being in charge of things such as pornography. Asmodeus is also the keeper of the biggest library in all of the Rings, after all people can lust for many things

Career Goals: ???

Hobbies and Interests:

Hobbies: A hobby of his is actually reading! (Shocker) He enjoys the silence and ability to learn more

Interests: Pretty interested in movie making/acting as of right now, he's thinking of getting a larger company for it

Relationships:

Marital Status: Asmodeus isn't married, he instead has a lot of lovers

Romantic Relationships (if any): Who ever catches his eye

Friendships: He finds the company of all the Sins aside from Lucifer & Beezlebub enjoyable as those two are fighting which irritates him

Closest Friends: Asmodeus isn't specifically close to any of the other Sins right now

Dislike/Despise: Not fond of Lucifer & Beezlebub due to the stir they're causing

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths: He's passionate, intelligent, likeable, friendly, resilient & artistic

Weaknesses: He has a prejudice against chastity. A bit narcissistic and arrogant. He's disloyal and dishonest, often lying and cheating on many partners. He craves attention, craves the feeling of being lusted over.

Goals and Ambitions:

Short-term Goals: Open a acting/movie company (possibly with endorsement from Mamzle Entertainment)

Long-term Goals: A long-term goal is to expand his reach into other Rings

Fears and Insecurities:

Common Fears: Fear of bugs, maybe a bit of a germaphobe

Insecurities: Perfectionism/insecurity of not being perfect

Quirks and Habits:

Quirks: makes a lot of hand gestures when talking, pretty much is always dating new people, doesn't like change too much unless it's at his pace, has a lot of freckles

Habits: Going to his library in the evenings, especially on weekends

Moral Code: Chaotic evil? He does what he wants for his pleasure

Favorites:

Favorite Foods: Crunchy foods like crisps or crackers

Favorite Books: Horror

Favorite Movies/TV Shows: Enjoys comedies and some romcoms

Favorite Music: Rock

Favorite Color: Loves sunset orange

Favourite Activities: Lustful ones, reading and going dancing

Dislikes:

Disliked Foods: Mango & watermelon

Disliked Activities: He really doesn't like 'all that domestic shit' as he calls it, lust is about passion and gnawing want and desire not that sappy stuff his son's into

Pet Peeves: He despises whistling, it's just so annoying (so Mammon does it 24/7 lol)

Miscellaneous:

Talents or Skills: Good at magic tricks and quite the dancer

Associated Song(s): Let Me Entertain You by Robbie Williams, Fun It by Queen, Let Me Entertain You by Queen

Motivations:

He wants to reform into The Devil so grows his power to hopefully be powerful enough to do so

Striving to find more things to learn about, the world is a growing place, ever changing

☆- The 'she' & 'her' stuff is to symbolise that the form may be feminine but Asmodeus is still a guy underneath (it's sort of like drag? Idk probably not)

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