#it's nice you kept the red gloves and red heels

[canisalbus]

gothic lolita machete came to me in a dream

.

#HHWAH #but he unironically kind of makes it work though?? #I never realized that the leap from what he normally wears to gothic lolita would be this small #basically the same thing just a lot more lace and frills and embroidery #loving! the pomegranates! #it always makes me ecstatic when people find a way to include them or his other... symbols? motifs? objects of significance? #it's nice you kept the red gloves and red heels #the little crosses on the capelet and the stockings too hah #and the massive bow where the fascia would go #I support genderfuckery Machete by the way #his design and mannerisms have always been somewhat androgynous or at least that's what I've been trying to aim for #despite his sharp angular form he's supposed to have an aura of elegance and delicateness #at least on his better days when he's not in full rat man mode #given the choice he'd rather be called beautiful than handsome I'm pretty sure #folks have been mistaking him for a goth lesbian a whole lot lately so I can't be too far off #thank you this made me grin like an idiot when I opened the inbox #gift art #aggiepython #own characters #Machete

[allfearstofallto]

You are Made to Greet them When they Return Home

Yandere! Forced marriage x fem! Reader head canons

Ft: Childe and Scaramouche

Synopsis: Your yanderes require the domestic pleasure of being greeted by their wife when they return home.

Word Cound: 1k

TW: yandere, obsessive themes, forced marriage, NSFW themes, mentions of previous abuse/punishment

Childe

“Master Childe has arrived home,” a maid said after knocking gently on your bedroom door. A notice to anyone else, but a warning for you. A warning telling you to be your most joyful and happy self, to be ready for your husband that had a temper that could change like the flick of a light switch.

Your nicest dress hugged your body, a satin slip in his favorite shade of blue. It barely went past your plush thighs, something too cold for the typical Snezhnaya air, but perfect for the inside of the estate, which he kept warm for you.

Scurrying down the stairs, your heels clicked against the floor. No matter how many times you'd done this, your heart wouldn't cease beating like a drum. The fear and the worry all sat deep inside your chest and made you tremble, but you tried to not show it on your face.

Arriving at the door to the home, you stood there obediently, as you'd been told to do time and time before. You and a few of the house maids. And almost right on cue, it opened.

For the briefest moment while the door was open, you could hear the sound of the wind howling outside, like screams of the night. A little snow blew through the door, and tickled your toes, but it melted as quickly as it showed up. All that stood there now was him.

Snow covered his coat and frosted the tips of his orange hair, but he still had a beaming smile on his face, overjoyed to see you. “My angel,” he said sweetly at the sight of you.

You were pulled into an embrace, his gloved hands still wet from the elements. He kissed your cheek, his cold red nose tickling you, and you tried not to notice the blood splatter near his neck that he didn't clean off. No matter how domestic he tried to make your life together seem, he could never truly hide what he did for work.

When he pulled away from the hug, you began to take off his cape. No maid was allowed to do this, as he said that undressing him was a job for his wife and his wife alone. It was a heavy, white piece of clothing, with black fur on the nape. He'd always smile at you as you undid the clasp, his height dwarfing over you to the point where you had to reach up to touch his neck.

“Was work okay today…” you gulped down saliva nervously as the cape fell into your hands, the weight of it making your arms sag just a bit. He had a questioning look on his face, raising his eyebrows while his smile began to falter ever so slightly. He wanted you to say the rest. “Was work okay today, m-my love?” you barely managed to force yourself to say those words. You could already feel the bile rising up from your stomach, but the content look on his face told you that he was happy regardless of how strained you sounded.

His large cape was handed to a maid to be cleaned and she ran off without word of orders. You weren't the only one scared of Childe in this house, you were just the one who had his attention.

You didn't even get the chance to completely turn and face him again before he was wrapping his arms around you and resting his body against you in a dramatic display of his fatigue.

“Work was tiresome!” He groaned while placing many unwanted kisses on your cheek and neck, “But my beautiful wife will make it all better, won't you?”

Scaramouche

Such a beautiful, vibrantly colored kimono was nice for special occasions, but it only weighed you down in these instances. The multiple layers piled on top of each other were a pure sight for eyes, but absolute hell to wear. Especially for someone who wasn't native to Inazuma.

You struggled to drop to your knees in front of the door. It felt like all of these layers were swallowing you whole, and with one wrong move, you wouldn’t be able to get up. Not without assistance at least.

The lighting outside illuminated his silhouette through the translucent white, paper of the sliding door and you hurried to make sure you were in position.

The second you heard it click and slide open, you bowed your head down before him. Your palms against the floor, thumbs in the shape of a triangle, and your forehead pressed against the ground. You'd practiced this position a million times before, with him studying your figure to make sure you got it right each and every time.

“We welcome you home, my lord, Scaramouche,” you said with your head still angled towards the floor. He merely hummed at your greeting. A hum was good, it meant that you hadn't displeased him yet.

You were to stay in this position until he told you to rise. Some days he did it immediately, so that he could begin to kiss and undress you like an animal in heat. Other days, he would leave you there to see how long he could keep you on your knees before him. Those days were hell, the weight of the kimono made it feel as if you were suffocating, drenching yourself in sweat. But you knew better than to move an inch. Being crushed by heavy fabric was better than any punishment he'd given you before.

You could hear the sound of him shuffling, taking off his shoes and putting away his jacket, then finally, you heard the familiar jingles of him lifting his ornate hat off of his head, and handing it off to a maid who also stood beside you.

“You may look upon me,” he ordered.

You rose up, but still stayed on your knees in front of him, finally meeting his gaze for the first time today, “Greetings, my lord. Did the day treat you alright?”

“My day was the same as usual,” he muttered while stepping past you and up the stairs, “Meet me in the bedroom, and bring tea as well.”

When you heard the familiar click of the bedroom door closing, you breathed a sigh of relief. You'd made it through another moment with him, but still rose to your feet with hesitance. Making it through the greeting was the first part, now you'd have to manage in the bedroom.

#yandere genshin #genshin #genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #x reader #yandere x reader

[marchsfreakshow]

Just There [Colin Zabel]

Fluff / drabble

You were standing outside of the police station, waiting for Colin, when Mare comes out and quickly raises her own concern for you.

First Colin fic please be nice to me, this probably won't sound too great </3

No one's perspective.

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A warm coffee in their hands, and wind blowing past. "...hey." They piped up when they heard Mare's voice. She still looked as frazzled as ever, with tired eyes, messy hair, and a thick jacket over her. Still holding that goddamn vape as usual.

"oh, hi Mare. Um, is Colin leaving work soon?"

"..yeah, he's stressed. I think. Kinda can't figure out this case we're doing." She sighed and gripped her vape, ready to potentially use it. They nodded understandingly but sighed again, and took a warming sip of their coffee. "Just go home and stay there until he comes home, seriously."

They shook their head firmly. "I'd rather be here and make sure he's alright now." A concerned feeling fell over their furrowed brows. Shivering in the cold spring, wearing a small coat, and thin jeans. Underestimating the weather yet again.

"That's your choice." And Mare went on her way. Turning on her car and driving away.

Only a few minutes went by before the door opened, and they turned on their heel, smiling at the man walking past. He didn't even recognise his significant other until he did a double take. An instant smile and they were wrapped in his arms, body heat warming them. Gloved hands holding their freezing face. It could've caused a blush due to how warm Colin felt from being inside all day. Kiss after kiss after kiss. "Suprise." They chuckled, resting a free hand on his chest.

"Definitely a surprise. Welcome one though." Rubbing their arms, he smiled widely and kept soft eye contact. "Let's get home okay? You gotta be freezing." A nod and his hand placed on their back as a quick walk to the car ensued. A small blast of wind made them both shiver, now sitting in the car just as rushed as the wind.

The car got turned on quick and the tiny radiator on as rapidly. "Ready?"

"Always." He grinned towards them. "How long have you been waiting out here for me?"

"ehhh, not long."

"how long?" The car started, and they drove to Zabel's place. His voice was a bit sterner, and staring over at them. A click of their tongue a chuckle.

"about like an hour and a half."

"of course you were." Zabel chuckled, rubbing their shoulder a bit as trees and roads zipped past them.

Comfortable silence until they got to Zabel's place. Sighs and slow movements while they got comfortable in each other's arms on the couch. Crackles and pops of the tiny fire. Sleepy stares at the flaming blends of red, orange and yellow. No words spoke, but so many thoughts were expressed. The room lull was added by soft kisses, one after the other.

Staying by each other's side, never leaving. Finding comfort in a room if the other was just standing there, minding their business.

"Love you.." sleepily mumbled, nuzzling into their neck.

"I love you more Colin." Whispered back, leaning against him. Falling asleep to the peaceful quiet of a fire and kisses.

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Tag: @babygorewhore @slutforgarlogan @slvt4jamesmarch @coentinim @nahoyasboyfriend @bluerthanvelvet444 @tatelangdonsweater @fear-is-truth @newwavesylviaplath

#evan peters #colin zabel #colin zabel x you #colin zabel x reader #evan peters x you #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #x reader #fluff #mare of easttown #lord im so nervous

[gremlins-hotel]

I’ve seen a vision and need to expel it from my mind:

Alfred smooching the surface of Ivan’s space helmet because he thought it would be cute.

Ivan just watching Al squish his face against the glass and slobber all over it.

i am feeling nice today. haven't written anything in a while, nor drawn. i hope it's at least funny if not somewhat entertaining. now i go hang up my laundry,,,

“Dude, I can’t believe you still have that!” exclaimed Alfred, looking his buddy up and down. “And that they were actually willing to make a suit that fits you, Christ. Or let you keep it. How old is it now?”

Ignoring Alfred, Ivan twisted to observe the old spaceflight uniform he wore. It hugged a little too tightly in places but still, he had managed to squeeze the old suit on without it complaining too much. With a blink and a look up, he considered his response. “Trust you me, I am convinced I was only allowed to keep the suit because no one else could dream of wearing it comfortably, not even for training. It is an early Sokol, so the seventies. I, ah…do not remember the exact year.”

“Damn, a pity,” Alfred nodded, “no spacewalks for you then. Not in that at least.” Unafraid, he walked up to the giant and circled him, observing the hose-like sleeves and mission patches across the body. A red-and-blue Apollo-Soyuz patch stood out against Ivan’s stomach. It earned a laugh from Alfred; he remembered that joint mission well. He also remembered having to shake hands with Ivan. It wasn’t their first and wouldn’t be their last, and at least the two of them had always agreed on one thing: the stars were for the discovery of all mankind, though of course, neither of them was man.

The bear shook his head, following the other Nation’s stare, “No, it is like your Shuttle suits. For the spacecraft only, yes. We had others for spacewalks like the Orlan.”

“Oh yeah, I remember,” came the confident reply.

“And here I was under the insinuation that you didn’t. Not that I would be surprised, you’re like a dog in this regard.” Ivan gave a gruff snap of laughter and lifted a hand to ruffle jokingly at Alfred’s hair like a golden retriever. His hands were quickly smacked away with a roll of the smaller man’s eyes. Black gloves were taken into curious hands and turned over, the ridges of the knuckles poked and prodded. Snatching his hand away, Ivan observed the glove too, “This thing is starting to get hot. Anything else?”

Alfred’s eyes narrowed as he leaned back on his heels, crossing his arms. “Hmm…still got the helmet or no, big guy?”

“Podozhdite,” Ivan rumbled, making a quick face before shuffling to the old box he had dragged the suit from. Always the soft helmet had been his favorite part. When not in use, he could stuff the loose part against the visor and it’d be fine, as long as the visor itself wasn’t getting scratched. Squatting to rummage through the contents before him, he wondered at the helmet’s condition. The edges of blue anodized aluminum, dull with time, met his fingers and Ivan pulled with some relief, brushing the white canvas free of their stubborn fold.

Pulling the helmet over his head proved to be somewhat difficult, and Ivan remembered why he had shaved his beard when he had more regularly worn the equipment. At that the memory of Alfred trying to keep his face trained for their photographed handshake in 1975 was loud. Throughout the experiments, the other Nation hadn’t let him live down how “babyfaced” he appeared without it. Friends or enemies, it was true that they always knew how to dig deep and press each other’s buttons. Ivan had barely kept from slapping Alfred then, to tell him to be serious. But that would’ve been counterintuitive to the joint mission, as satisfying as it likely would’ve been.

Fumbling with the flange, it snapped into place with a satisfying sound. It was slightly uncomfortable without the soft under cap, but he’d be taking the suit off soon enough. Both hands were needed to shove the visor down on its aging hinges. From his crouch, Ivan turned his head and offered a half-assed salute, “Opa!”

Alfred’s form was dark through the visor and his snort muffled through the helmet’s canvas. “Don’t move.”

“What are you planning?” Ivan’s voice bounced back at him from the visor, but he hoped Alfred could still hear. The other Nation approached until only legs were in Ivan’s vision. He recoiled slightly to look up, “If you scratch this helmet I will make sure you regret it, Jones.”

“Don’t bellyache dumbass, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Not right now, at least. Now hold still,” said Alfred above him. Hands grabbed either side of Ivan’s head, pressing the PA6 nylon of the inside against his ears. Trying to jerk away from the contact, Ivan’s hands reached out to push at Alfred’s arms with a hiss. Sibilant air once more echoed back to his own senses. He could see Alfred leaning down toward his head. He frowned.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh come on, you’re like the only asshole I could do this with. It’ll be like a goddamn movie.” Alfred complained.

“No,” Ivan barked, “not unless you plan to die.”

“You’re fucking lame, Red,” Alfred sighed beyond Ivan’s visor. “Consider: I do this, and you can put me in a headlock after you get out of the Spandex.”

And Ivan did consider. “Bold words just to call me fat. It is your death warrant, not mine.”

“Yeah, yeah, so what do you say?”

“Fine.”

Through the dark visor, Ivan watched as Alfred continued to lean down. The hands holding his skull seemed to pull him up and the former cosmonaut jerked his chin higher to see better. Lips folded and approached the polycarbonate screen, pressing to it and crafting the same funny image as a hand plastered to glass. Actually, it was disgusting from inside the helmet.

Ivan could see the lines etched in the other man’s lips in too much detail, and he grimaced at realizing Alfred had purposefully made his kiss very wet. Tiny bubbles smashed against the hard material. It would leave a mark on the visor that Ivan immediately decided he would make the other astronaut clean. An awful kissy sound smacked his eardrums, muffled as it was, and the Nation thrashed his helmeted head away from his friend. Ivan made a retching sound in the back of his throat when his motion caused a slobbery smear across the visor.

Pulling away with that obnoxiously jovial laugh he had, Alfred’s face was cracked in mirth. He could see the giant’s contorted mouth, though his eyes were hidden beneath the polarized upper half of the visor. Still he firmly held his friend’s head, laughing the whole time. Ignoring the swearing behind the helm, Alfred threw his head back to snort and laugh harder when he heard a muffled ‘fucking dog’. He was dead the moment Ivan divested himself of the space suit, but half the fun would be kicking his ass.

#callsign gremlin checking in #papa echo november #rusame // stardust on our boots #hetalia #aph america #aph russia #hws america #hws russia #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #rusame #amerus

[starsfic]

spicynoodles prompt idea thingy if youre still doing those??

red sons takes over the weather station again and xiaotian goes to stop him but it turns out the whole thing was an elaborate scheme for red son to courtnap him while broadcasting it to the city, xiaotian is secretly flattered

“Ah, Noodle Boy!” Like the first time Red had attacked the Weather Station, the fire demon drawled his nickname as he turned dramatically in the command chair. “How delightful. You certainly kept me waiting.” Xiaotian felt a retort rise up and then he felt it die in his throat.

Red looked…Red looked different.

Hot, his mind supplied and Xiaotian beat it back with a broom. Now wasn’t the time! But I’m not wrong.

It wasn’t.

Red had exchanged his purple jeans for tighter-fitting black ones, with his boots replaced by heels. His ragged black trenchcoat was replaced by a fancier orange hanfu-style jacket with black fingerless gloves. That wasn’t even going into how his ponytail had been replaced by a braid that seemed dedicated to showcasing the curve of Red’s cheek. He stepped out of his chair and was he wearing makeup?

“Why are you all dressed up?”

Red chuckled, the curve of his lips confirming that, yes, he was wearing dark purple lipstick. “Why do you ask, Noodle Boy?” He fiddled with the gloves. “Do you like it?” Xiaotian blinked at the nerves in that question, unsure of how to respond.

“Yeah.” he finally said. “You look nice.”

Red’s hair sparked before the fire demon cleared his throat, his smirk growing wider. “Good. This is for you, after all.” Xiaotian raised a brow. For him? What did that mean? Before he could ask, Red snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, several cameras flickered to life, including the big screen. On there, Xiaotian stared at himself as Red stretched. A bull clone popped up and Xiaotian realized that Red was taking off the jacket and tossing it to the clone.

His eyes darted down and he felt heat cloud his face.

Holy fuck.

Despite the fat that Pigsy had been working onto him, Red was still outwardly muscular. Scars marred the flesh but only added to the rugged look. To top it all off, gold winked at him. Red had piercings?! When?!

“I, Red Son, son of the Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan, announce that I am courting Qi Xiaotian, son of Zhu Bajie and Tang, successor to the Monkey King!”

“Wait, what-” Wait, had this whole thing been to ask him out? Despite the whole freakout of Red suddenly reverting to evil and taking over the Weather Station, things were lining up in Xiaotian’s mind. The fact that his family didn’t insist on going with him, Xiaojiao saying she had some problems with cameras, not to mention Red’s weird visit a month ago…all of it was pointing to now, Red announcing to the entire city that he wanted Xiaotian and-

How could he say no?

Why would he want to say no?

As his thoughts whirred, the scent of cinnamon and cloves hit his nose. Xiaotian snapped back in time to see red fur grow over Red’s flesh before he tackled him, sending them tumbling heads over heels. When they finally came to a stop, Xiaotian wheezed at the lack of air. He hadn’t expected the tackle.

His eyes wandered up and he froze.

He hadn’t expected the bull.

“What’s wrong, Noodle Boy?” Red said, gleaming eyes pinning him down easily. “Scared?” He leaned forward and huffed a breath and Xiaotian felt his fur poof up. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna harm you.”

“Not worried about that.” Xiaotian breathed out. His chest ached with how fast his heart was racing. Red raised a brow and he managed a chuckle. “I’m worried about you changing your mind.”

The demon blinked and adjusted his grip, his claws gently pressing against his fur. “You mean…you’re-” Xiaotian nodded, unsure if his voice would work, and Red chuckled, leaning back. “Very smart, Noodle Boy.”

Suddenly Xiaotian was being scooped up. He yelped, grabbing onto one of Red’s horns (shit he had beautiful horns), and feeling a hand rub his back soothingly.

“Mine now!”

And with that cheerful announcement, flames consumed Xiaotian’s vision.

He didn’t mind.

#my writing #might add to this #Spicynoodles #Spicynoodleshipping #Red Son #Qi Xiaotian #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

[wistfulwilds]

SETTING: you're dating the famous eleventh harbinger, tartaglia. the woman gives you a run for your sanity with her playful demeanor she gives her partners.

RELATIONSHIPS: fem!tartaglia x fem!reader

♥ — her affectionate nicknames for you are "girlie" or "missy". sometimes, if she's feeling particular about annoying you, it can end up being "princess".

♥ — as the middle sister of her family, tartaglia has a knack for painting nails. when she's in the mood, she pulls you over to where she's set up a small station to perform nail care, taking your hands in her calloused ones. you realize that her nails are kept short and simple under her normal gloves, colored a dark red color. when tartaglia's finished cleaning up and painting your nails, she plants a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

♥ — when away on missions, she sends you personal letters. these letters always end with a red lipstick mark in the shape of a kiss next to her signature and a nice perfume she's picked out to spray the paper with.

♥ — tartaglia enjoys wearing heels, much to your dismay. this can put her at a height that's either taller than you or extremely taller than you. she enjoys offering to get things off of high shelves for you regardless of what your own height is, as it's a part of her teasing.

♥ — she enjoys taking the lead in dances for you, elegantly gliding you through a pleasant sway and spin... up until she pretends to drop you for a dip, just to hear you squeak. there's no lack of teasing remarks, commenting, "what, did you think i'd drop you, missy? i would never!"

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #female reader #fem reader #f/f reader insert #genshin reader insert #x reader #♥ romantic // tartaglia x reader #ʚ “don't tell me that's everything...” // self indulgent writing ɞ #ʚ “what's the hurry?” // headcanons ɞ

[imtooscaredforthis]

So Two Murderers Walk Into A Room…

Chapter Three: The Truth Isn’t So Bad

Mentions of: Murder, Homicidal Thoughts, Knives, Homicidal Tendencies, Mental Illness, etc.

A/N: I was super sleepy while editing this so please forgive grammar/spelling errors

Tags: @vandeaad @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @stwbwwychan @mama-miya

He was right. You hate to admit when you’re wrong, but boy were you wrong. You truly are in some sort of fucked up dimension. And that entity thing, you saw it. After you sacrificed all those survivors. It was real.

In some strange way, you felt connected to it. Like it was controlling you. You shouldn’t want to be controlled. You never want to be controlled. But you like how you feel.

You get that familiar blissful feeling whenever you kill, but multiplied by ten. Right now, you feel amazing, the buzz and adrenaline running through your veins. You feel better than you’ve felt in a long time. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind doing this for eternity.

“Boo.” A voice suddenly whispered in your ear, making you shriek and turn on your heel, waving your knife around. A gloved hand caught your wrist, stopping you before you could do any damage.

It was that masked freak from before. He chuckled to himself lowly, and you could feel the smugness emanating from him. “Seems like I caught you red-handed, Sweetheart. You finally ready to confess?”

And just like that, your mood soured. Sweetheart. Who does this condescending prick think he is?

“Don’t call me that.” You hissed poisonously. “And I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“You don’t, but I’m sure I can get it out of you. You do have quite a bit of blood on you after all. Cute. So how many did you get? Two? Three?” He examined the knife in your hand, before releasing your wrist.

“Four, actually.” You corrected him, doing your best to stop your smile as you felt some sadistic pride grow in your chest. What are you doing? Why are you trying to please him?

“Ooooh, four. You got them all?” He asked. “Yeah, not like it was hard or anything. I was a district champion in track in High school, and I did gymnastics in college. So I have some extra skill when it comes to the hunt.”

You can’t help but find yourself getting sucked into this conversation with him. No one’s ever talked to you about murder before. It’s such a taboo subject, and yet, you’re here, talking to this man and treating it so casually. It’s so…freeing.

“See? Isn’t it nice being able to be yourself? Your true self? I knew you’d admit it eventually.” He remarked.

“Okay, you might’ve been right about some things, but not everything. Who are you, anyway?” You asked, realizing he never told you his name.

“Mmm, I go by a lot of things, but most people know me as Ghostface.” He said.

You repeated the name to yourself, before giggling. “You’re so weird.”

“Laugh all you want, but that name terrified anyone who heard it, especially those who read my name in the paper. The stories of what I did kept countless up at night, and I would’ve scared you too.” He stated in an irritated, almost threatening tone.

“Oh really?” You challenged him. “Yep. I’d have you changing your locks and everything. Maybe I’d even get you to move.”

“Well, you’re wrong, Ghostface. Because I’m not a pussy. I’m not scared of anything.” You replied, gesturing at him with your knife in hand, a big grin on your face.

He was oddly quiet for a moment and stood as still as a statue. Still, you could feel his eyes following your movement. Then, he spoke. “I have a feeling you and I are going to be good friends.”

Huh? Just when you thought you got under his skin, when you thought you finally deflated his huge ego, he bounced back immediately. Seems like you can’t push his buttons like he can push yours.

“Now, there’s lots for us to do. I need to show you around to the other realms and have you meet the other killers. That’ll be fun.” He remarked.

“Other killers?” You repeated. “Yeah, you didn’t think it was just us, did you? Now c’mon, let’s go.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the woods.

–

It didn’t take long, just a little more walking before finding the other killers. There were around eleven, all grouped up together, waiting for another trial, you assumed. Many had more monster-like features, but others appeared to be human.

You weren’t afraid, but you were intimidated, and curious. Why did they look the way they did? Did they always look like that? Or did something change them? Do you look like that?

It’s been a while since you looked in a mirror, but you don’t think you do. You hope you don’t. One of the few things you pride yourself on is your looks. You’re beautiful. You know you are.

Not only is it nice to be pretty, but it’s good for sex, and it’s also easier to lure in your prey. That’s how you’ve killed and gotten away with your murders.

“Hey guys, welcome our newbie, _______! Isn’t she just the cutest?” He pushed you against him, before reaching up and squeezing your cheeks. Glaring at him, you smacked his hand away, slipping out of his grip.

Feeling all the attention on you, you glanced at the group, suddenly feeling shy. “Uh, hi.”

It’s strange, being around people and creatures that all now know your secret, even though you’ve spent your whole life hiding it. It’s even weirder knowing that they’re just like you.

Well, not just like you, but they obviously have to have some involvement with killing to be there.

“Well, hello there.” A lilac-haired man purred. He approached you quickly, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. You blinked at him, processing his actions.

Okay, now some guy dressed in what seems like a ringmaster’s outfit is hitting on you. Not that you minded. He was quite good looking after all, with a pretty face, and a toned upper body. Great abs too.

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m-”

“Fuck off, Trickster. She’s mine.” Ghostface interrupted, shoving him away. He said something to him, you weren’t sure what because it was in another language, but whatever it was didn’t sound nice.

You opened your mouth to object to Ghostface’s statement, but the next thing you knew he was ushering you away from the killers. “You’ll get to know them later. Let me show you around.”

#dead by deadlight #dbd #dbd killer #dbd x reader #killer x reader #dbd ghostface #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface #ghostface fanfic #dbd danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson #dbd danny #jed olsen x reader #dbd jed olsen #jed olsen #dbd trickster #trickster dbd #ji woon hak #the trickster #killer x you #ghostface dead by daylight #dead by daylight killer

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

I Wanna Be Loved By You

Kinktober 2022 - Day 8 

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader

Kink: Skirts

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Bucky goes to a show with his co-workers and he sees you and falls head over heels for you and you decide to give him a night he’ll never forget. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, slight!dom/sub dynamics, inexperienced!Bucky, skirt kink, riding), a lot of fluff, shy!Bucky, bold!Reader

a/n: I’m working on posting the works I missed but I will get them out there! I hope you enjoy!

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Bucky was excited to go to this show at the theater with a bunch of guys from work. It was going to be a jazz show with showgirls and the infamous “Love Dove”, she was famous amongst New York for her way of making every guy who saw her fall in love with her. She had the voice of a nightingale and Bucky couldn’t wait to see if the rumors were true or not. 

So there he sat, in the front row, closest to the stage and the stage was lit up beautifully, illuminating the velvet stage and barely lighting the theater itself. Then the music started up, the familiar tune of Marilyn Monroe’s, “I Just Want to be Loved by You.”, started to fill the large theater, letting the guests know that the show was starting. 

Then the girls trotted out onto stage, they were clad in white and black lace bodysuits with black skirts, white silk gloves, black lace up boots, and their hair was pinned up in flat curls and a feathered hair piece pinned to the back. There were six of them in total and they danced in unison and when the music pulled to a peak indicating that words were about to be sung, you walked out onto stage. The “Love Dove” herself, you smiled at the guests as you walked up to the mic. You were clad in a skin tight silk red dress, black lace gloves, black stilettos, and your hair cascaded over your shoulder with nice curls and a diamond hair piece pinned to the side of your head. 

Bucky was entranced with you, his eyes couldn’t leave you once you walked on stage in your glittery dress shining in the stage light. He smiled as his eyes lit up with pure admiration as he followed your movements. Then you started singing and it sounded heavenly to him. 

I wanna be loved by you, just you And nobody else but you I wanna be loved by you, alone! Boop-boop-a-doop!

You swayed your hips to the song smiling softly as you held onto the mic gently. Bucky had to bite his lip as he felt his cock grow hard and strain against his pants as he got a peak of your legs through the skirt of your dress. Skirts always got Bucky riled up but with you wearing that skirt, it made him all hot and bothered.

I wanna be kissed by you, just you Nobody else but you I wanna be kissed by you, alone!

I couldn't aspire To anything higher Than, to fill the desire To make you my own! Boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-booh!

Bucky’s eyes never left you as he watched you sway as the words came from your mouth naturally. You smiled a dazzling smile and you looked down at him and gave him a wink. 

I wanna be loved by you, just you And nobody else but you I wanna be loved by you, alone

I couldn't aspire To anything higher Than, to feel the desire To make you my own

God, Bucky thought he had died and went to heaven. You were so alluring and beautiful and he thanked god for this show. 

Bup-bum, butle-doodle-dum-bum! I wanna be loved by you, just you Nobody else but you I wanna be loved by you Ba-deedly-deedly-deedly-dum! Boop-boop-a-doop!

You finished the song with a wink and the band played the after notes and you swayed your hips as you hummed softly. Your eyes kept drifting to the handsome man in the front row. He kept watching you during the show and he was so cute with how entranced he looked with you. 

After the show, you walked out of the backstage in your short red dress and your hair in a low bun at the back of your head and you signed autographs. All the men loved you and you enjoyed all the attention but you enjoyed one man’s attention more than the others. It was that cute brunette you spotted in the audience and there he was, walking up to you with a nervous smile on his face. 

“Hey, darlin.” You smiled at him and he straightened up a bit and looked down at you. “You want me to sign something for you?”

He cleared his throat, “N-no. I just wanted to say you did a good job out there.” He said softly, making you smile at him. 

“Thank you, hun. I do my best.” You said and you smiled up at him and leaned up to his ear. “I saw you staring at me. You’re so cute when your eyes sparkle.” You whispered and he blushed. “How would you like to come back to my room?” You offered as you pressed your red colored lips to his cheek, leaving a lip mark on his stubbly cheek. 

“I-I w-would like that, m-ma’am.” He said nervously making you giggle softly and you pulled back and you pressed your hands to his chest gently. 

“Ma’am?”, oh baby, you’re precious.” You smiled and took his hand and gently pulled him backstage. You slid the guard five dollars to let Bucky back, and you gently pulled him to your dressing room. You opened the door and walked in and he followed and closed the door for you. 

You walked over to the mirror and pulled your hair out of your bun and walked back over to him. He looked down at you nervously and gulped softly, “W-what do you want me to do?” 

You smiled and caressed his cheek softly, “How old are you, baby?” You asked as you looked up at his cute face.

“T-twenty one.” He replied and you smiled and kissed his lips gently and he immediately melted into the kiss. 

“Let me take care of you, baby. I’ll be gentle.” You whispered and pressed another kiss to his lips. He whined softly barely audible but you heard it and smiled wider as you pulled away. You sat on the couch in your dressing room and you bit your lip softly and patted the seat next to you. “Come here.” 

He hesitated before walking over to you and sat next to you, “M’not a virgin.” He whispered almost as if he had to state that so you wouldn’t have to control yourself.

You smiled and moved to straddle his lap and his hands went down to your thighs and rubbed your hips softly. “You’re so cute, baby.” You smiled and leaned down and kissed his lips softly leaning closer to him. He slowly slid his hands up your skirt to grasp your ass making you giggle softly and kissed him deeper nibbling on his bottom lip softly. 

“Dove, please?” He asked softly as he leaned up to chase your lips as you pulled away. 

“What do you want? Wanna hear you beg.” You whispered to him with a smirk on your face as you rubbed his pecs softly and your fingers began to unbutton his shirt. 

“Want you. I need you, dove.” He whined softly making you giggle again and you leaned down to kiss on his neck. “I want your pussy.” He whispered then he whined high as you bit on his neck softly. 

“You’re so cute, baby. I can give you what you want.” You smiled and pulled away to strip off your dress but he quickly got up to stop you. 

“No, no. C-can you keep the skirt on?” He asked shyly as he rubbed your waist softly and he blushed when you kissed his cheek. 

“I can, but do you want my upper body bare?” You asked with a smirk, and he nodded shyly and bit his lip and you led him to the couch. You unzipped your dress and pulled the top down to reveal your silk white bra and Bucky drooled at the sight and he led you to the couch before dropping to his knees in front of you. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra before pulling it off and he groaned at the sight. 

He kissed up your belly and to your breasts and he nipped at the tops of your breasts before moving down to your nipples. He sucked softly on your buds making you whine softly and throw your head back as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Mm, just like that, baby. Such a cute little mouth.” You smiled as you tugged on his hair softly, and he pulled back to look up at you with puffy lips and innocent eyes. “Come here.” You whispered and pulled him up as you kissed him passionately before laying him back on the couch. 

His hands went to your ass and squeezed softly making you smile. “Want you, please?” He asked quietly and you pulled back to help him strip off his outfit, just leaving him in boxers and you kissed his neck. 

“So cute.” You smiled and you gently pulled his hard cock out of his boxers stroking him slowly. “You’re so thick. You’re gonna feel so good.” You whispered as you nuzzled your nose against his making him smile and kiss your lips softly. 

He pulled your panties to the side before tracing up your slit slowly, smirking softly when he felt how wet you were. You slowly moved to have him line up to your pussy and his thick head pushed through your folds and slowly slid into you. “F-fuck!” He groaned as you took him all the way down, moaning softly as he slid into your hot and wet pussy. 

You slowly started moving up and down on his cock, moaning as his tip hit your sweet spot with every thrust. “Mm, so so good. Love your cock, feels so good.” You cried softly as your brain got all cloudy with pleasure. 

His hands gripped your hips tight as he grunted and groaned softly as he felt your walls clench around his sensitive cock. He might not be a virgin but it had been a while since he had been with a woman. He didn't know how long he would last in your pussy but he would do his best to make you cum first. He leaned down and kissed your neck softly and he held onto your hips softly. He suckled on your neck, leaving marks on your soft skin.

His hands played with your skirt loving the feel of the silk against his fingers and he looked down and pulled the skirt up to watch his cock move in and out of your pussy. God, he thought you looked pretty all dolled up but you look so beautiful like this. Your mascara ran down your cheeks as tears fall and moans and whines spill from your lips. You were so pretty and cute as you writhed above him. He kissed you lips and cupped your cheeks before smiling up at you. 

“You’re so pretty, dovey. Love your tight pussy so much.” He whispered softly as he kissed down your neck and to your breasts. “Love you.” Bucky mumbled quietly against your breasts. 

Tears welled in your eyes and you nuzzled into his hair. Never had a man say that he loved you and you just felt so happy. “Just want someone to love me.” You whispered softly as you nuzzled closer into his hair and he swore his heart melted at your confession. 

Bucky smiled and kissed your head. “I’ll be someone who loves you.”

#bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x female reader #marvel #marvel fic #MARVEL FANDOM #marvel smut #2022 kinktober #kinktober

[rukia-writes]

I notice a severe lack of Tesla NSFW works. Is it okay if I request something spicy with him? Anything spicy works.

A/N: we just met him 😭 gotta give it two months at least ♥️ we see Tesla, we see him ♥️

Warnings: 18+, no (No! Non! Nem! Nein!) minors, dirty thoughts, oral sex, sex inventions, uniform kink,

Examine.

From the top of her head to the bottom of feet the scientist Nikola Tesla examined the assistant that Albert Einstein brought to help with the group’s experiments. This was a habit of Tesla’s as Einstein told Tesla ,who was still examining the woman with curiousity, that (Name) would be helping them out especially with running errands. While Tesla was doing his examination (Name) looked at the handsome scientist with a bit of worry as she was simply told by Einstein that she was just needed for help and not an examination.

Before (Name) could ask Tesla a question she felt a hand on her leg, shocked (Name) turned her gaze slowly down to see Tesla completely focused on her bare legs, rubbing it with his hand that was gloved seeing as she had pencil skirt on showing off her legs.

“You have nice legs, you’ll be a great assistant.”

Tesla gave the assistant a bright smile as he looked up at her making the assistant’s heart skip a beat. Einstein responded to Tesla with “Of course, I picked her.” Proud, Einstein stuck out his chest as Tesla as the two began talking about physics and asking (Name) to get supplies such as paper and books. Happy to do so, (Name) did as they asked for supplies Tesla was writing equations on his chalk board with his mechanical pigeon on his shoulders.

Ragnarok had officially started and (Name) was already tired from the errands the scientists gave her in a pencil skirt with her shirt tucked in and in heels no less. Mainly the heels, which Tesla noticed as he would sneak several naughty glances her way.

Well, nothing a little science couldn’t handle.

Running from memory alone Tesla was quickly able to come up with accurate measurements of (Name)’s body. From her breasts to her waist size, Tesla was able to calculate it all even though he was supposed to be doing other things. While calculating everything from his mechanical ladder that had seat on top.

“Excuse me, Einstein said to give you this.”

“Thank you, good work.”

Tesla didn’t even turn around to look at the beautiful assistant as he kept writing down equations until he heard (Name) ask what it was he was calculating, then without warning Tesla simply erased the equation as his face turned a bit red at being caught, even though (Name) had no idea why Tesla did that.

“Ah, I seemed to have mis calculated. Starting over from the beginning.”

“Oh, can I be of assistance-“

Cut off from saying anything (Name) was interrupted by Einstein accidentally bumping into the ladder as he happy that he found the book he was looking for while walking over to Edison, not even noticing that he had did so as well as the other scientists who were preoccupied with their work. Not noticing that Einstein’s bump caused (Name) to become unbalance and face plant right into Tesla’s pelvis.

Tesla didn’t know how to react by all this, what were the odds of this happening. Tesla knew this was rare but it was like physics was telling him something.

“Are you okay, Ms. (Name)?”

Tesla watched as (Name)’s hands tried to find a spot to push herself up, Tesla promptly ignored helping out as he found the situation very beneficial. (Name) was quickly able to push herself up with her hair a mess totally embarrassed as she began to apologize, doing her best not to think of excited Tesla’s cock was as she noticed it jump she when she face planted on him, not to mention how well endowed he was.

Thinking to herself, Tesla had to be a perfect size for her.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll let you get back to work.”

Tesla carefully watched her straighten herself, smirking in a knowing manner. A few minutes later Tesla peeked over (Name)’s shoulder with his face close to her as she was writing an equation for Tesla on the chalk board.

“Are you finished?”

“Not yet-“

“I’ll help you.”

Tesla knew the equation by heart as inched closer to his sweet assistant as he placed his hand that was gloved over hers and wrote the equation with ease.

“Sorry, it’s a bit hard for me to understand.”

Tesla heard (Name) say stressing the word “hard” in a sweet yet lustful tone, and Tesla didn’t have to think of her meaning long as he felt her gently stroke his cock. Never in his life had he considered being so lustful in a place of learning but it was growing on him and so was his cock that wanted to be free from his pants. This was a new experience for Tesla but like any challenge he thought rationally.

“Well, that’s why I’m here to help.”

Stressing the word help in mock to how (Name) did previously as he slowly fondled with his sweet assistants breasts, smirking when he heard her low and sweet moan as well as finding his measurements correct. Thinking himself what sort of faces she would make if he invented a machine that would please her and then please her with his own cock.

These were one of many thoughts Tesla had, the scientist had plenty of thoughts that his assistant didn’t know about, but in time she would.

Tesla has a super brain so he think of a million and one scenarios immediately and they are all in his head.

When he first meets his interest he definitely examines them from head to toe. ♥️

Formulas, formulas, formulas, is able to calculate their measurements from chest size to shoe size and the fact he’s accurate is amazing.

Likes for his interest to have that assistant look, rather suit, skirt with the shirt tucked with heels, etc

Oral sex is his go to, he likes to give and receive well balanced.

Would use sex tools on his s/o, if he has time he makes them himself. Secretary of course.

Sex on his desk (formulas and important papers are scooted out the way of course.

Eye contact, wants needs that eye contact, not constantly but as Tesla is for example deep inside his s/o expect for him to want some sort of eye contact. Or! If his interest wants to top that is A okay with Tesla! as long their is a desk and he gets that eye contact he is fine.

Tesla is a power switch. I 👏🏻said 👏🏻what👏🏻 I👏🏻 said 👏🏻

Tesla doesn’t dirty talk, but he does praise ♥️

#super brain! #Nikola Tesla x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Halloween Party- Graham Coxon x Reader

first post on here lol so this’ll be very messy.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

summary: you go to alex’s halloween party to impress graham who you learn isn’t going. what happens when you and damon get drunk together and play spin the bottle?

it was finally here. halloween night. the one night everyone hosts parties on, especially a good mate of mine. alex always hosts parties on halloween, obviously making costumes mandatory. this year i decided to dress a bit revealing in hopes to impress a certain shy guitar player. i wore a white dress, revealing quite a bit of my chest, with white elbow long gloves, white fishnets, some fluffy angel wings accompanied by a white fluffy halo sitting on top my head. i even found some perfect white mary janes to complete my look. almost complete my look. i heard knocking from my front door, signaling me that damon was here. i quickly finish up my simple makeup, white eyeshadow with clear lip gloss. i grab my crossbody bag and a small red jug before opening the door to greet the man who was wearing a sailor outfit.

“out of everything, dames, you chose a sailor?” i step out my place and lock the door before shutting it.

“nope. i’m a SEXY sailor.” he proudly grins, hands to his hips.

“uh…no.” i walk past him and start heading to the elevator.

“come on, y/n, why don’t you fancy me?” he genuinely questions.

“because i fancy someone else, dames, you already know that.”

“ugh yeah yeah, head over heels for my best friend.” he shudders.

we finally reach his car and start heading to the party.

“so what’s with the jug?” he motions to the mysterious jug at my feet.

“it’s blood for my costume.”

“a bloody angel? how sexy.” he winks at me.

“exactly what i’m going for.” i smile happily.

“is this all for graham?” he asks, a look of worry plastered all over.

“yeah?”

“oh, my dear y/n…he won’t be there, he declined. he’s staying home.” he kept looking at me and then the road and then me quickly.

“turn around, i’m going home.” i didn’t hesitate.

“oh come on, y/n, you don’t need to have graham there to have fun. it’s gra anyways, he’s too shy to do anything fun.”

“i don’t care, i was going to try and make a move dames! god, why does he have to be a party pooper sometimes.” i grumble.

we reach the destination, cars littering the area.

“can you help me with the blood, dames?” i grab my stuff and step out.

“of course, love.” he grabbed the jug from me and began pouring it all over.

he poured where it would look good, mostly over my chest.

“jesus damon, i think my boobs are soaked in blood.”

“that’ll be a nice sight.” he smirks.

i whack his arm to which he hisses and stupidly holds it in “pain”. we put the jug away and start heading to the life of the night. music deafened my ears and bright lights blinded my eyes. i grabbed onto damon as he lead us straight to the kitchen, aka the bar. he poured himself a red solo cup of straight vodka before downing it in one gulp. he then cautiously poured me some, watching at everyone near him. glad to know he’s watching out for me. he hands me the cup and i do the same as him, wanting to get drunk quickly and end the graham-less night. the more damon and i drank, the more i forgot about the shy man i’m head over heels for. i don’t know how or when but damon and i ended up on the dance floor, dancing on one another. i wasn’t on him but he was on me, shaking his ass in front of me. he wasn’t necessarily twerking but just had his hands on his knees and he moved his ass up and down. i laugh at his attempt and gave it a firm slap to which he yelped at. he went back to dancing on me, grinding on me like a girl would on a guy. i felt him up, his curves and everything. he turned around to face me, hooded eyes staring into mine before he sloppily connected our lips. i kissed back a bit but we both pulled away and stared at each other before bursting out laughing. we then made our way to the kitchen when we were stopped by alex, the man of the hour.

“hola guys! i love you guys so much! let’s play spin the bottle!” he was already shit faced drunk.

he led us to a different room with a couple people sitting in a circle, an empty vodka bottle in the middle. damon’s hand was holding mine this entire time even when we sat down next to each other. alex went first and landed on some random girl, it obviously got steamy quickly cause it was alex. dave went next and landed on alex, to which he rolled his eyes to.

“don’t make out with me you wanker.” he warned.

as they kissed, everyone including damon hollered and whooped. they pulled away and immediately damon went. the bottle slowed and eventually landed on me.

“2nd times a charm, y/n.” he winked.

“oh hush it.” i smacked his arm again.

i looked at everyone in the group as they whistled at us, except one guy. he was unfamiliar, a mask hiding his identity. he was dressed as a devil, just a red button up, black trousers with a red cape and horns. i quickly dismissed the guy and went back to damon. i grabbed onto his collar and brought his lips to mine. we kissed even longer than the one on the dance floor, but still sloppy. i subconsciously moved to sit in his lap, his hands on my thighs. i held his face in my hands and deepened the kiss and added tongue. he began to move his hands up but i quickly pulled away and fell back. laughing my ass off on the floor, he soon joined in.

“sorry dames but you are NOT graham.” i wipe a tear that fell from laughing.

i looked up to look at the devil man, just staring. i stopped laughing, his whole vibe intriguing me.

“your turn, angel.” alex wiggled his eyebrows.

i sat back up and in my spot before spinning. i sat on my heels, waiting to see who i kiss. if i land on damon, i swear i might just say fuck it and fuck him. but then the bottle stopped on the mystery man.

“who the hell is this man!” damon argued, upset i didn’t get him.

i slowly crawled to the man, his position the same.

“hello there.” i softly said, stopping in front of him.

he just politely nodded in return. i huffed at him, sitting on my heels again.

i slowly begin lifting up his mask but he stops me to do it himself. he lifts it up barely enough to expose his lips. i bite my own at the sight of his beautiful lips.

“can i?” i ask.

he just nods. i then connect our lips, tasting the alcohol that he previously downed. i moaned at the taste, loving the whisky. the man wasn’t kissing back which upset me, so i began pulling away but his hands grabbed my face to pull me back. his sudden confidence causing me to gasp. i then go to sit in his lap like i did with damon. his fingertips burned my skin, the right way. i ran my hands up his chest, feeling whatever i can. i planned on stopping and getting up but his hand on my boob changed my mind. i threw my head back and moaned, his lips now kissing my neck. i gripped his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut.

“fuck this, i’m getting out of here.” i hear damon grumble, stomping away.

i opened my eyes to watch him leave, wanting to go after him but the man securing my legs around him distracted me. he then stood up and led us to a bedroom.

“have fun!” alex cheered at me.

i was confused on who this man was. i wanted to go to damon, comfort and apologize to him, but this guy refused. once we were in a room and we were on the bed, i pulled away.

“look man, i gotta go to my friend. he needs me.” i start to get up but he grabs my wrist.

“fuck damon. i need you more y/n.” the man finally speaks.

his voice was familiar, very very familiar. it scared me, who was he? then it clicked. my eyes widen as far as they can and my mouth falls open. i try to get off him and stand up but i just fell to the floor. he stood up to help me but i scramble away.

“no…no fucking way…” i felt like i was dreaming.

it can’t be him. i finally get myself to stand up and go towards him. i reach up to his mask but he stops me again. i stay there, staring into the eyeholes of the mask, trying to confirm my theory. he then let my wrist go, letting me proceed my journey to take off his mask. and i do. i peel the mask off, instantly dropping it from my trembling fingers. there he was. the shy guy that i’ve fallen for, lips flushed pink from kissing me. he kissed me.

“graham…” i breathed out.

“hello.” he sucked his bottom lip.

“how…? damon said you weren’t gonna be here…” i was confused, the alcohol making this a much more bigger deal than it should be.

“he was right, i didn’t want to come but i-uh-i-i wanted to see you…” he looked down at the ground, nervously.

“i came to see you! but when i knew you weren’t coming, i wanted to leave but it was too late.”

“is that why you were kissing damon like that?” his voice sounded hurt.

“that shit meant nothing, gra. you even heard me say that he wasn’t you.” i defended my drunken actions.

“what would you have done if it was?” he glanced up at me, bottom lip still sucked in.

“everything. you don’t know how much i want you, graham.”

“then show me.”

“what?”

“show me how much you want me.” his low voice turning me on.

i didn’t hesitate to kiss him again, hands immediately in his soft hair. something to finally cross off my bucket list. his hands softly rested on my hips, slightly gripping whenever i’d tug on his hair. we moved back to the bed, graham moving to lay against the headboard. i crawled to him, his bottom lip being attacked by his nibbling teeth.

“do you want me as much as i want you gra?”

“a lot, y/n. i’ve always wanted you since i saw you. fuck damon-wait, DON’T fuck damon…fuck me. please…” he whined, begging.

i moaned as my response to his neediness. i begin to strip him, unbuttoning his shirt and untying his cape. he went to take off the horns but i stopped him.

“keep them on. they’re cute on you.” i smile once he smiles.

“anything for you, love.”

hearing him call me that is different from when damon does. it gives me multiple butterflies and a contagious smile. i unbutton his trousers and struggled to pull them down but i do. i discarded his clothing all over the floor, not caring for them anymore.

“it’s unfair i’m naked, y/n. please undress..” he gave me puppy dog eyes.

“i can never say no to you.” i squeeze his cheeks, puckering his lips so i can kiss them.

i take off my bag and threw it wherever, hearing the stuff inside clatter together. i then unzip my dress, slowly pulling it down my body, eventually exposing my bare top. graham’s eyes go wide at the sight of my nude self, well only my boobs so far. he bites his lip, flaring his nostrils as he whines out, thrusting his hips upwards. i chuckle at him, getting drenched at his attitude. i began to quickly take everything else off except my halo since he said so.

“you look like a real life angel, it fits.”

we went back to kissing, my clothed pussy sitting so perfectly onto his hard cock. his hips would stutter up and he’d rub against me causing me to moan.

“please, baby. please fuck me, i want you so bad. i wanna feel you so bad.” he begs, whimpering for me.

“god, you’re such a good boy for me.” i kiss his cheek.

fuck the teasing and foreplay, his ass is getting his reward immediately. i’ve been wanting this forever. WE’VE been wanting this forever and dragging this out even more will be absolute torture for us. i sit up a bit to take off my underwear, throwing that wherever as well. i then pull down his boxers, hard cock springing out. the sight of seeing him like this made my stomach rumble with butterflies. i quickly took his boxers off before sitting back on his lap.

“you don’t know how much i’ve wanted you…how long i’ve wanted you.”

“please please, hurry and show me. i’m yours…” and then i came conscious at that exact moment.

hearing graham coxon tell me he’s all mine released some sober primal animal. i took his dick and stroked him a bit. already hearing his moans made me wanna cum. i then sat his tip against my folds before sinking down on him. we both loudly moaned, feeling complete like this. like his dick was made for me and my pussy was made for him. matched like a god damn puzzle. i began rolling my hips, pleasure already being overwhelming. his hands went to play with my boobs, hypnotized by them through his cute glasses. i played with his hair, loving the feeling of it between my fingers. he began kissing my neck, nibbling at the skin and harshly sucking to leave marks.

“fuck yeah gra…mark me..i’m all yours.” i bounced up and down, his hands feeling whatever he can.

he found my sweet spot, sucking on it to earn my loud moans. his name just spewing out my mouth, it felt right. my riding started to slow down and i noticed.

“switch.” i breathed out.

“huh?” he pulled away from my neck

“switch, gra. i’m getting tired.” the sweat on my forehead proving right.

he understood and positioned us to where he could flip over easily. he succeeded. he took over and began thrusting into me insanely. he didn’t hold back at all. he waited for this moment every since he saw me, he felt guilty but he always wondered what it’ll feel like to be inside me. deep inside me. like right now. my legs wrapped around him, pushing him closer to me and he got deeper and faster. i scratched at his back, leaving marks but he didn’t care. his hair stuck to his forehead except some parts that swung with every thrust. he felt empty, connecting our lips fixing that problem. his hands were resting by the sides of my head, itching to feel me up but he knew he’d lose balance if he removed one. from the beginning he hit that one spot, and he kept hitting. i spat lewd noises into his mouth to which he returned every time he felt my fingernails against his skin or my fingers tug his hair. his glasses were basically off his face, just being held on by our faces smooshed together. i helped him out and pushed them up and they surprisingly stayed.

i pulled away from his lips slightly just to moan out, “fuck gra, i’m gonna cum.”

i pull his hair. a moan followed by a whimper escaped his puffy lips.

“me too, love.” he gripped the bedsheets next to my head.

we went back to kissing as we found it addicting, worse than cigarettes and alcohol.

“fuck gra! i’m-“ i cut myself off as i moaned loudly when i felt the coil in my stomach tighten to its max. and hearing him whimper out my name tipped me over the edge.

“i fucking love you, graham!” i moan out as i cum all over his throbbing cock, squeezing his shoulders.

he continued to thrust, almost there. my body turning cold from the insane overstimulation.

“fuck gra, cum in me.”

and that tipped him over the edge. he did exactly that.

“fuck! i fucking love you too, y/n!” he moaned, his glasses falling off his face and onto my chest.

i felt him fill me up, moaning at the feeling. he thrusted a few more times before eventually collapsing on top of me, after i grabbed his glasses and set them on the nightstand. he laid there, cheek smooshing against my chest. i felt his hot breath against my sticky skin. i began playing with his hair again, my new favorite thing to do.

“did you mean it?” he spoke up.

“mean what?”

he propped himself up slightly to look at me.

“are you drunk or did you mean it when you said you love me?” his voice back to shy and nervous.

“i’m drunk, gra.” his face immediately saddening at my words.

“but i meant everything i’ve said. i love you incredibly graham leslie coxon. more than you could ever know-more than i could ever know.” i rest my palm on his cheek, him leaning into it made me smile.

“oh gosh, y/n. you make me the happiest man in the world, even before today. hearing your name or even seeing you made my day 100x better. i want to be with you everyday. i love you so so so so so so sooooo much. even more than the beatles.” he sheepishly admits.

i playfully gasp at his words.

“not sir mccartney! oh how devastated will he be!” i dramatically rest the back of my hand on my forehead.

he laughs at me, kissing my palm and then the bare skin below him.

“will you be my girlfriend, y/n? so we can have many more moments like this.”

“sex or talking in bed?” i question.

the tip of his ears turn red while his face eventually does too.

“i’m joking, my love. of course i will. i wanna spend forever with you. eternity with you.” i pucker my lips, inviting him for a kiss to which he gladly accepts.

he struggles to climb close to me but gets there.

“god, can’t i marry you already?” he groans against my lips.

“one day, my love. soon” i caress his soft cheek before kissing him again.

we eventually got into a more comfortable position, taking off our head pieces that got quickly discarded on the floor. him laying on his back as i lay my head on his chest meant it’s his turn to play with my hair but i still found a way to play with his, reaching my arm up to his head. we talked our lovey dovey talk and eventually fell asleep, the sound of the crazy party outside the door was muted. little to my knowledge, graham subconsciously locked the door as it’s a habit, and i’m incredibly grateful since as we slept many horny people tried to pry their way in for a place to fuck. after the party ended, alex made his way throughout his house to kick out all the stray people, eventually stopping at our door. he unlocked the door with his key and swung it open but stopped himself from yelling once he saw it was us. he smiled to himself, happy graham grew balls to finally make a move. he always told graham that we’d be good together, a perfect match. he realized he was staring at our naked bodies entangled together and cringed at his accidental creepiness and left, quietly closing the door. the next morning felt magical, waking and seeing graham right next to me was like a dream. once he woke up too, we showered and dressed back in our dirty halloween clothes, making our way downstairs to see alex, damon, and dave all hungover eating breakfast. damon was about to bite into some toast when he looked up and dropped it.

“you fucker! damn you, graham, you stole y/n.” he complained.

“oh hush dames, it was never gonna happen.” i roll my eyes and rub graham’s back to reassure him.

“i know, i know. i’m only fucking with you, but it was nice to have you as a kissing buddy. missed you, care to spare one more.” he puckered his lips once graham and i got closer to the table.

i bent down to make it seem like i was gonna kiss him but i grabbed his toast and set it against his lips instead.

“no way. eat up, dames, it’ll help.” i pat his back before heading to make graham and i breakfast.

once i go into the kitchen, i saw all of them patting graham’s back basically congratulating him. i saw graham shyly smile and blush insanely before making eye contact with me, avoiding theirs. i wink and blow a kiss to him. he blushed even harder and looked away from me. holy shit, i love this man so much.

#blur band #blur #damon albarn #graham coxon #graham coxon smut #alex james #dave rowntree #damon albarn smut

[hezuart]

Here's a photoshop edit of my take on the Hazbin Hotel Redesigns! Some of the recent redesigns have felt unbalanced in color, so I decided to try it out myself and give some fixes! Though Alastor's I'm still unsatisfied with. You can see the struggle in the lineup. There are too many good ones.

Shoutout to @darlinkaz on twitter for their black-gloved Angel Dust design, they were gOING places with that. I just made them fingerless, and gave him some bracelets!

Alastor's red suit and shirt are iconic, but that's all there is to his color scheme. To break it up, I added more gold in both his shirt and eyes and messed around with some white. What design do you guys like better? I actually like Alastor better with a tie, but I felt like removing his bow tie felt... wrong... despite most of the cast having bow ties.

Definitely prefer Charlie's redesigned hair. A lot cuter and makes more sense. Her redesigned outfit is very nice, but everyone complained about too much red. Keeping her pants black and adding just a slight red tint to her eyes should do the trick! (Also her long white shirt? I'm in love... she looks so professional!)

Vaggie's new design made me think she was going to Sunday church, however, I will recognize again, that she looks more professional in that button-up shirt than the last outfit she wore. The problem is again, too red. So I took her new outfit and mixed it with her old color scheme, and kept her stocking because she's gotta keep some of her gothic pastel personality! I also gave her boots, and her redesigned hair, and took off her bow strings since I feel like... with all that hair it's unnecessary to have them be that long, especially for the animators to deal with.

Husker's new design isn't out yet, but he too has too much red. Don't even get me started on those symbols, my god, those poor animators. So I simplified his colors to mostly black and brown! And I gave him shirt sleeves, and gasp- PANTS! With a belt! My man may be a furry, but he's not a nudist. He looks like a legit fancy bartender now.

Niffty doesn't have her new design yet, but her current one needed a lot of help. I erased her odd bullet holes in her shirt and instead gave her yellow polka dots on her dress! She has a gold/orange shirt, and an apron. She also has a new hairstyle that better represents a 50s hairstyle with a classic headband bow! She's so much more cute and charismatic now. A proper housekeeper.

Angel Dust's redesign was pretty solid up until it got to the gloves. I love the long gloves, but the pink AND white gloves? Unbalanced and distracting... feels weird. So as mentioned, kept his redesigned look; used @darlinkaz's black glove design but made them fingerless gloves, and gave Angel Dust some cute pink bracelets to be more fashionable! I also added hot pink soles to his heels. Some people draw Angel Dust with his classic hat, but Angel Dust seems like a character that gets with the times. I think he seems more genuine without his hat, especially since the mob business is what messed him up in the first place. I think he'd want to separate himself from that.

Anyway, that's what I've got so far! spindlehorse pls hire me

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #charlie magne #charlie morningstar #vaggie #vaggatha #angel dust #husker #niffty #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #husker hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #photoshop #edit

[infoglitch]

FUCK. ME. DAMNIT.

Oh... Oh GOD. Im suffering! Atleast you guys don't have to wait for the entirety of the next page of the rwby rewrite in silence. (I'm giving you all the tidbit to enjoy while I suffer writing this because I don't feel like making a three-parter. I've done it before and I hated doing it. Felt like a cop out. Anyway y'all better be eating.)

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Our focus changes to jaune who is in some kind of locker room as he managed to find a locker as he put some stuff in specifically a box of pumpkin Pete cereal.

He sighed after getting all of the unnecessarys in the locker. He closed it as he began to hear people entering the locker room.

"Thank the brothers I got here early." He spoke softly as he then noticed the locker next to him opened as he peeked around and saw a familiar woman with bright vermilion hair strung up in a pony tail. She wore a golden armored corset aswell as a black body suit underneath with a gold plate armor chest piece covering her upper body. Along with that she wore golden kneepads and shin guards. She also wore long black gloves over her hands with the symbol of a maple leaf on the back hand of both gloves. She also had a golden arm guard on her right arm. The most defining addition to her outfit was red sash the hanged out from the side of her body suit.

Jaunes eyes stared at the marvel of a woman infront of him before he muttered a simple "hello". The woman immediately turned on her heel to face him.

"Oh hi there! Who might you be?" The woman said as jaune shook his head before speaking his. "Jaune d'arc. Nice to meet you." Jaune spoke as he waved at her.

The woman seemed to detense as she stuck out her hand. "Pyrrha Nikos. It's a pleasure." Pyrrha spoke as jaune looked at her hand before shaking it. As jaune looked at her he felt a memory pop into his head. "Hey um. Weird question but you wouldn't happen to have been on a box of pumpkin Pete cereal have you" jaune asked as pyrrha looked at him Abit surprised.

"Yes actually. Though it was only for a month. The companies support is one of the reasons I'm here. Who knew sponsorships could get you into a huntsmen academy." Pyrrha answered as she pulled away from the handshake as she rubbed the back of her neck. Jaune had a shimmer in his eyes as he began to babble on about cereal trivia as pyrrha just listened oddly amazed by all the pieces of trivia of cereal history.

Suddenly a small chuckle was heard as the two looked to see Weiss walking in. "I'll be honest madam pyrrha I never took you for a cereal enthusiast." She said smiling Abit as jaune had small blush on his face as pyrrha just rolled her eyes at the mention of "madam pyrrha".

"Weiss schnee. What a surprise. Aren't you supposed to be counting your mountains of lien." Pyrrha spoke coldly as she crossed her arms. Weiss seemed a bit taken aback but kept walking until she was right infront of the vermilion gladiator. Weiss stuck out her hand as she smiled a bit. "I would love to be friends with you." Weiss spoke with confidence as pyrrha just stared at her observing her bodies disposition. "U-um Id like to be friends-" jaune spoke up which caught Pyrrha off guard. She had forgotten he was behind her listening to everything. She turned back to Weiss who was no longer staring at pyrrha instead just glaring at the blonde knight. Jaune just piped down as he opened his locker and made it look like he was looking for something.

Weiss turned her attention back to pyrrha as she Changed to a friendly disposition. "So about my request-"

"No." Pyrrha interrupted the schnee heiress as she had a aura of dangerous intent. "O-oh. Ok then. I apologize for bothering you madam pyrrha" Weiss spoke as she spoke as she curtsied before heading back to locker.

"Did I ruin the chance?"  jaune asked as pyrrha looked at him her posture softening as she shook her head. "No. I just don't like making friends who give off... How do I put it?" Pyrrha spoke as she tapped her chin. "Off energy?" Jaune said as pyrrha snapped her fingers. "Yeah that! Now then how about we head to the exam course" Pyrrha spoke as she grabbed jaune by his hoodie as she walked off with the blonde knight as we see a defeated Weiss rummaging through her locker before feeling a pat on her back as yang stood by her. "You'll get on her good side soon ice queen." Yang had a large stupid smirk as she talked which Weiss just grumbled at. Stupid blondes.

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I promise I'm working it's just really annoying switching perspectives between like 8 CHARACTERS!

#rwby #rwby: fate #jaune arc #i am suffering #weiss schnee

[redrobin-detective]

lipstick on your cape

“Robbie?” Tabitha looked up from the phone she wasn’t supposed to have on patrol at Nightwing. Hopefully Peg wouldn’t tattle on her to Bruce. “You got a little something on your cape. I think it’s that dark red lipstick they can probably see from the Watchtower.”

Beth examined her cape and, sure enough, there were some mysterious red smudges on the inner yellow lining, just past the right shoulder. She scrubbed at it with her gloves, how’d that even get there? Alfred would have a fit if this stained. Peg grunted as she sat down next to Tab on the edge of the building.

“So, do you wanna talk about it?” Peg asked, deceptively casual.

“About what?” Beth questioned.

“About why you’ve been sporting colored lips the last week,” Peg said softly. “I mean it’s pretty and all but its very,“ she paused. “It’s grownup. Are you trying to impress someone? I know things with you and Arianna are over but maybe someone on your team?”

“No, it’s not like that!” Beth blushed. “I don’t know, I thought it looked nice?”

“You’re 15 baby girl,” Peg said with a little frown. “You don’t need to look nice, you just need to be yourself. Especially as Robin.”

“I am being myself. I don’t have a reason, okay! I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, I like girly stuff I guess. Its a safety risk to wear fun earrings or necklaces on patrol so, I don’t know, the other day I put on some lipstick and thought it looked cute so I kept doing it.”

Her mother had been a tomboy, more at home in the dirt than society but Tabitha had always been impressed at how she could transform. The nights they were home, when they had to play the part of the Drakes, were special. Mom would do her hair, nails and make-up just so and become someone else. She went from Tab’s flighty, distracted but stubborn mom to a princess. Her smiles were calculated, her posture perfect and she could glide across a ballroom in six inch heels and a sleek dress like she was born for it. And she had been but she’d rejected it for her dad and archeology but mostly archeology.

Tabitha loved computers and skateboards and comics and cars but she’d spent so many hours learning to style her hair in different ways, to paint her nails like a pro and to layer her lipstick like she was ready for murder. It was a side she hadn’t indulged in much lately. Being Robin was it’s own sort of freedom but it had its restrictions as well.

“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” Peg said thoughtfully, leaning back to look up at the moon. “I guess Jan and I set a bit of a precedent huh?” Robins were crime fighters. They laughed at criminals and fought against the worst of the worst. They were efficient, practical and inspiring. They didn’t wear lipstick. Beth brought a glove to cover her mouth.

“Sorry, I guess it’s not really appropriate, is it? I think I have some make up remover wipes in my belt.” Peg grabbed a hold of her wrist.

“No, no, keep it on,” Peg insisted. “It does look nice, you did a good job and it really compliments the red of your suit.” She shifted so they were holding hands. “My mom used to do me up in makeup before shows, so the audience could see our faces. I can still feel her fingertips running over my cheeks.” She said with a soft voice, eyes closed in memory. “Moving in with B, I couldn’t do makeup that extravagant. I had to make a good impression and then, as I got older, I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression from lipstick and eye shadow.” 

“It’s such a burden to be beautiful,” Tabitha said with an eye roll even though it kind of was. She saw the way people ogled Peg at events. Tab had tripped one particularly creepy guy right into the punch bowl. Bruce had given her a thumbs up across the hall.

“You’re not Jan, no one expects you to be,” Peg said softly. “We just want you to be yourself. That’s the beauty of being Robin, you get to be whoever you want to be.”

“And what about B?” Beth questioned.

“You introduced yourself by breaking B’s rules,” Peg said with a grin, breaking the hand hold to ruffle Tab’s hair. She angrily straightened her clip and re-fluffed her bangs. Just because Nightwing just had a simple ponytail doesn’t mean some vigilantes didn’t care about merging style and function. “I think you’ll be fine.”

“Hmm, okay,” Beth said, scooting over to lean on Peggy’s shoulder. She loved her mom, missed her a lot but having a big sister was pretty great too. “You could add a little color to your lips too if you want.”

“I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen the colors you wear, baby bird,” Peg chuckled.

“Well how about your hair?” Tab asked, sitting up. “I could teach you how to do a simple french braid, or more fancy if you’d like. Still be functional but adds a little bit of style.”

“Tomorrow, my place, my hands always cramp after too long using the grapples. I’ll order some of that disgusting pizza you like,” Peg grinned. Tabitha grinned, her lips a dark ruby red under the Gotham moonlight.

Robin didn’t do her make up every night. Some nights she was running late, finishing clipping on her cape as she ran to the Batmobile. Other times she was too tired, too pained, just not in the mood for such frivolities. But other nights, she sculpted her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. She rubbed primer, foundation, blush, sealant on her face that could hold up against wind, rain and rogues. She poured over her ever growing collection of lipsticks and lipstains and picked a color that spoke to her.

Red was for when she was feeling daring, bold, she had many different variations of the color but deliberately shied away from Joker red. When Spoiler took to the streets she acquired all sorts of different purples to complement the laughing boy’s costume. Pink was for when she felt soft but strong, when she was making a statement to the worst of Gotham that it couldn’t change her. Black was only to be used on the nights she knew would be bad. Bart got her a glittery gold one that she loved but used sparingly because it caught the light easily. Peg had laughed when when Tab shown up once with Nightwing blue lips, her braided hair dancing in the breeze.

She was Robin, she was a hero, a role model, a symbol. But she was also a girl, a girl who loved dresses that flared out when she spun and lots of shiny, sparkly dangles and doodads and she loved the taste of matte lipstick as she jumped into the fight. Sometimes people were just a pile of different things all mushed together. And the rest of the world was going to just have to get over it.

#wayne girls au #been a while since I used that tag #I never properly stop thinking of my girl Robins they just go to sleep and occasionally strangle me #please Do Not turn this into a make-up arguement #I treat it as a fun thing to do when I want to and inspired by me wearing this dark purple lipstick on Tues and feeling divine #(I project so much onto Tabitha don't look at me) #I think Tab would have an interesting relationship within femininity and Robin #Neither Peg nor Jan were into it so she's in a way breaking out of the mold by expressing herself in that manner #but she does become the go to for traditional make up (even B and the boys) #I also have strong feelings on Beth giving Nightwing the braid that would become her signature #sisterly bonding and Peg embracing a little bit more of that femininity she'd sort of abandoned trying to fir into society/male hero society #I have so much gd lore and headcanons for these bitches its insane #they go to sleep but then I pull them out and take like 5 minutes to download all the bs I've come up with #(Peg was originally Rachel and I'll always be thankful for Lox pointing out that Peg is a MUCH better Fem Dick name) #anyway I love ridiculous lipstick colors and it amuses me to think this baby lil teen shows up to a crime scene with dayglow purple lips #my 90s babe shops at Clairs and buys the most obnoxious jewelery and does wild nail polish colors and is a pretty punk princess #I'm love her so much #blorbo from my self projections

[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 12 - Dowdy

“Oh dear…” Tataru’s clearly sympathetic tone was almost as damning as her pitying sight that followed. Arashi couldn’t help the slump of her shoulders, looking down at the dress she had picked out. It wasn’t that bad, was it?

“No, this won’t do at all. It’s a terrible fit for your figure, and the colour’s all wrong besides. You want to wow her, right? Leave her breathless when she sees you? Well, you’ll achieve the latter, but only because she’ll be laughing so hard. I’m sorry, it has to go.”

Soon enough Arashi was being half led, half herded into the dressing room again, forced to disrobe and hand her selection back to the waiting lalafell. Then she was left to wait, tail smacking the wall impatiently for the fashion expert to pick out a better assortment. Really, it was her own fault. She knew what she’d invited as soon as she mentioned the anniversary dinner to the owner, founder and head of Tataru’s Boutique. It had taken a frighteningly short time for Tataru to arrange a trip to Kugane, free up some of her sizeable coffers and declare a girls’ night on the town. Too late for regrets now…

After an eternity of sitting around in her underwear Arashi was presented with a neatly folded selection of garments that was hastily pushed under the curtain. Arashi gathered them up and laid them out on the tiny shelf in front of her, weighing her options. They were certainly… daring. Was it even proper to be showing that much leg? To say nothing of how the neckline plunged and… well, kept plunging. Arashi looked down at her less-than-generous assets and decided against that particular dress. Perhaps Sanda could pull it off. With a little padding…

The next one was also a no-go. I’m an Au Ra, not a harpy. Far too many feathers. And the one after that was much too sparkly. I’ll have the adoration of spriggan-kind forevermore if I wear that thing.

Just as Arashi was about to despair of her friend’s fashion choices her eyes landed on the last one in the pile. A fetching blue number, not too immodest but also liable to draw the eye where it needed to go. Arashi slipped it on, fidgeting with scales and tail until the dress felt comfortable, then admired herself in the helpfully present mirror. Not bad. While it clung close to her form, it accentuated her form rather than trying to present it as something else entirely. Absent arms revealed her well-sculpted biceps, the sheer cut up one leg exposed her thigh and calf in a pleasing manner, and the red flower accents added a nice contrast to the deep, powerful blue of the fabric. And it felt comfortable. That was the most important part, really.

As Arashi spun and examined herself, another bundle was passed under the curtain. Accessories, it appeared, for the dress. You knew I’d go for this one, didn’t you? Arashi wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed at Tataru’s keen sense of Arashi’s taste or her own predictability. Instead she picked up the bundle, laying it out next to the discarded dresses. A fetching blue hat in the style of the ever-popular Songbirds, a pair of royal blue gloves, some deep purple boots with just enough heel to add a sense of power without feeling like she was walking on stilts, and… shorts. Very silky shorts, clearly designed to go under the dress, but shorts all the same.

Arashi picked up the undergarment, eyebrow raised, only to be surprised as the “shorts” unfolded to reveal a pattern of blues and greens running down the transparent fabric that began where the supposed shorts ended. Oh. A few more minutes and Arashi was dressed to the nines, once again forced to admit that Tataru was the expert for a reason. With a mock huff of frustration Arashi drew back the curtains, waiting to face the inevitable smug look of her friend.

“Oh…” This time Tataru’s tone was, if anything, awestruck. “I knew it would suit you, but I never… Goodness! Right, get out of all that and let’s get this all bought!” Before she could process it Arashi was bundled back into the dressing room, the curtains snapped shut behind her and closing off any chance of arguing. “Maybe I wanted to show off a little,” she muttered under her breath. Nonetheless, she did as she was told. Her travelling gear was a familiar friend after the dizzying array of dresses, but she had to admit it lacked a certain… something. Arashi folded up the garments as carefully as she could, clutching the apparent winners to her chest. She tried not to look at the price tags, flowing handwriting showing a few too many zeroes for her liking. Thank goodness Tataru’s paying.

Tataru, as it turned out, didn’t like that many zeroes either. Or she was simply just a more shrewd businesswoman than Arashi could dream of. Or both. Either way, several minutes of haggling convinced the merchant to reduce the items to a more reasonable price. Even if Arashi was a little embarrassed that Tataru felt the need to bring up her status as the Warrior of Light. Thankfully Tataru Taru felt no shame about using her friend’s status as a hero to earn a discount or two, and eventually a price was agreed upon that still made Arashi wince. Then they were off again, Tataru determined to find “some proper make-up to go with that ensemble!” Arashi, seeing no good outcome from arguing, trailed behind.

Then a sight just out of the corner of her eye brought her to a sudden stop. A brief flash of red trailing a familiar black dress and white tail, both headed in the direction of the shop Arashi and Tataru had just left. Surely not… When she turned to look again, the pair had disappeared into the crowds. Perhaps it was just her imagination. But thinking back on it, Y’shtola had mentioned a few errands to run in Kugane the other day, and while Lyse claimed she was busy with civil matters, M’naago had looked rather unconvinced.

Arashi would have to act surprised when the anniversary dinner came. Hopefully she picks a different dress.

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #arashi washi #tataru taru #arashi's fashion sense is equal to my own: none #does it fit? does it do its job? perfect let's get it #thankfully arashi has a tataru to help her out #because lordy does she need it #and yes the dress is based on something in-game and yes it is a favourite of mine on the lizard #write what you know and all that

[aspiringtrashpanda]

🔥ICHIJI x NAMI🍊

For my spontaneous event, which can be found here!  This one was a Twitter request!

*AU where Nami is scoping out the wedding in disguise*

No Warnings Apply

“It’s chaos, Jinbe,” Nami pursed her lips as she lifted the powdered cushion, dabbing foundation on her cheekbones.  “No one will even notice me.”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” Blue skin flashed in the tiny mirror of the compact, the fishman too large for the window into the Mirror World.  “I still wish you had disguised your hair.”

“I’m not the –" She paused, falling silent and resuming the application of her makeup as members of the Charlotte family sauntered by, laughing amongst themselves at some inside joke.  Nami knew that she was hardly worth noting between the looming towers of baked goods, the edible decorations as far as the eye could see.  

Though, Jinbe was right.  She had to play it safe.

Once Big Mom’s children had disappeared into the massive crowd milling around the colossal wedding cake, Nami tried again.  “I’m not the only red head in the world,” She scoffed, “It was nice enough for Bege to give me an outfit.  I wasn’t about to ask him to find me a wig.”

She was fairly positive she overheard Pedro make a comment involving dye, but the look on her face spurred Chopper to draw her attention, “Any sign of Sanji, Nami?”

She shook her head, realizing after the fact that the motion was probably lost in the small mirror, just a flash of her lips from side to side.  “Not yet,” She frowned, “If they planned a traditional wedding, I probably won’t have eyes on him until the ceremony.”

“They’ll have to get him to the wedding cake somehow,” Jinbe countered, “Let us know his condition as soon as you see him.”  

“If Big Mom has harmed a single hair on Sanji-san's head,” Brook cried shrilly in the background, “I’ll have a bone to pick with her – I have so many, after all!  Yo ho ho ho!”

Nami bit back a groan, sighing, “I’ll let you know.  Laying low until then won’t be very difficult.  It seems like every royal family in all the Blues are here.”

“Remember,” Pedro cut through the chatter on the other side of the mirror, “You’re Naomi, princess of the Bellemera Kingdom.”

“They don’t call me the cat burglar for nothing,” She rolled her eyes, applying one last layer of lipstick, “I’ve got this.”

And with that, she snapped the compact closed, slipping it into the petite clutch she grasped in her hands, covered by elbow length gloves of the finest ivory lace.  Smoothing her wine-red dress over her thighs, she kept her eyes and ears peeled for any important information as she wandered about the tea party.  

She had to blend in, had to appear as if she belonged.  Such an event, wedding aside, acted as a reunion of allies, of old friends.  A person on their own stood out like a sore thumb.  Though, it wasn’t as if she could waltz right up to a stranger and con them into familiar conversation.  No, she had to take a different approach.  

When were guests most often on their own at a lavish party?

A sly smile tugged at her lips as she sauntered over to a table teeming with pastries, cookies, cupcakes, and more.  Baked goods arranged in tiered layers of rose, of blush, of vanilla created edible bouquets, one look prompting Nami’s stomach to grumble and her mouth to salivate.  

Slipping off her fancy gloves, she let her fingers hesitate over the cupcakes, debating which one to choose.  Did she go with the floral piping?  The sparkling sugar crystals?  The chocolate sprinkles?

“Careful, you might make the baker jealous.”

“Hmm?” Nami whirled around on her heel, her nose nearly skimming the white frills of a familiar dress shirt.  

Vinsmoke Ichiji stood before her, arrogant smirk flashing perfect teeth, dark shades reflecting the carefully veiled surprise in Nami’s eyes.  His crimson hair seemed to be styled with extra care for the big event, the coifs bouncing gently as he tilted his head to the side.  Though Nami could not see his eyes, the nervous stutter of her heart told her he was dragging his gaze over her, slow and steady, taking in every detail of her figure.  

“Those cupcakes look awful ugly next to you, beautiful,” He answered after a while, sweeping his burgundy cape to the side and gesturing to the edible display behind her.  

Nami blinked, trying to gather her wits.  She was better than this.  She wouldn’t be thrown off by a handsome man!

Wait, handsome?

She offered Ichiji a frown, turning her nose up in dismissal as she lifted a cupcake from the table.  “I’m sorry, I don’t socialize with those below royalty,” She swiped her finger through the pink icing – fluffy and enticing.

“Lucky for you, I am royalty.  I do believe Germa 66 is better known than,” He paused, a gloved hand curling around her wrist, his grin glinting devilishly, “The kingdom of Straw Hats, wouldn’t you say?”

Then, he lifted her finger to his lips, popping the digit into his mouth.  She shivered as his tongue lapped at the icing on her fingertip, his shades slipping on the bridge of his nose to reveal piercing eyes that begged her not to look away.

Nami suddenly felt as though her body was on fire, and her frantic heartbeat did little to inform her if it was due to fear or excitement.  She cursed herself mentally.  She had to focus!

“Why don’t you join me for a cocktail before the ceremony?” He released her finger with an audible pop, his confidence radiating from him, stoking the flames burning her skin. “I do enjoy the company of beautiful women, commoner or not.”  

As Nami followed him, knees wobbly from desire, she double checked that the compact in her clutch was firmly closed.

Sanji could never hear about this.  

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TO PROMO A NEW BOOK IM WRITING!

It's a bridgerton inspired aot oc story.

ZEKE X oc X EREN

I walked down the stairs slowly, trying not to slip on my long ball gown. My parents stood at the bottom, big grins on their faces. They were happy for their first daughter to finally leave the nest.

My mother began to tear up at the sight of me in my debut gown, the blue made my features pop out. I played with the fabric while we waiting for the carriage to arrive, fidgeting with it.

"Stop playing with your dress Clarabelle, you don't want to rip it before you get to the ball," my mother said sternly. I nodded and held my hands behind my back to avoid playing with it.

My father looked sad for once. my father doesn't show emotion for events this, it's because I'll be off married soon. Far far away from here.

I heard the horses feet click and clack outside our manors big doors, now I'm wondering how I will sit in this dress. My corset was tied tighter today, by request of my mama. She says I need to look my slimmest for the queen.

I've heard the queen can be a character. Every year she picks a seasons diamond, and that diamond gets the most callers.

Mama wants me to be the diamond, but I don't mind not being the diamond. I want someone to want for who I am as a person, not if I shine brighter than other girls.

A quick forty five minute carriage ride to the palace where I'll be presented, my nerves began to kick in the closet we got.

What if the queen thinks I'm horrible to look at? What if she doesn't even look twice once I enter the room.

I don't want to be the diamond, what I do want to be noticed by her majesty.

As we pulled up, I took a deep breath in, collecting my self. I must look perfect. I must do what I've been taught all my life.

Father got our first, than my mother, than me. My mother escorted me into the back room where lady's were getting ready to be called.

Once I was next, I began to freak. My father noticed me playing with my dress again and said,

"Your going to be fine my darling, do what you do best."

I looked over at him and softly smiled, then lifted my chin up and got ready to get called.

"Ms. Clarabelle Marie McHill and Mr. Clark McHill," the announcer called as the doors opened.

I slowly walked down the red carpet towards the queen, where I bowed as low as I can for her. I heard her stand from her thrown and pull my chin up to look at her.

"Lovely my dear," she smirked. My eyes went big and smile grew across my face. It is nice to be noticed by the queen.

She kissed me on the head and sent me along she could see the rest of he lovely lady's. Reunited with my mother in the other room, I hugged her tightly.

"I'm proud of you my love!" She laughed, squeezing me tighter than my corset.

"Mama, I can't breath!" I giggled, and she pulled away. "When's the first ball mama?" I asked.

"Tonight love, I think tonight you will wear your red dress with my pearl!" She exclaimed.

"I couldn't mama, those pearl are precious to you," I tried to turn down the offer but my mother kept going.

"My mother let me wear them on my debut night, now it's your turn," she explained.

I nodded and we soon headed home to get my changed.

My maids changed me into a red slik ball gown, which I paired with white heels and pearls. And my favorite pair of white gloves.

And soon, we headed back to the palace for the ball.

Walking in, everyone stared at me and my family. I could hear people whispering things about me.

"her beauty struck the queen earlier," and, "she is so put together."

We saw the queen first bowing again as low as we can go.

"Mrs. McHill, your daughter is amazing. You raised her swell," the queen spoke to my mother.

"Thank you your majesty. I tried my best to raise a lovely young lady," my mama said.

"You raised my diamond of the season, now it's time for her to find her future," the queen snickered.

The hole crowd heard the queen announce me as the diamond, and suddenly I was surrounded by suitors.

Asking me for a place on my dance card and trying to have conversations with me.

I danced the night away, talking to many men. All different in ways. Some were very old, very young. Very tall, very short.

My father wants me to marry for title and money first, than love. Which means my options lower more.

Talking to many men, two men walked into the room. The queen running up to them and they kissed her hand.

I kept staring at them as they talked to the queen, blanking my conversations with the men by me.

"Apologizes, excuse me," I spoke quickly to the men, leaving to walk by the queen. I want to see who these two attractive men are.

I walked past the queen, and as I planned, she called me to her. I hurried over bowed quickly.

"Gentleman, this is my diamond of the season. Ms. Clarabelle Marie McHill," the queen introduced me.

"It's lovely to make your acquaintances sir?" I questioning their names.

"I'm Eren Jaeger, and this is my old brother, Zeke Yeager," he introduced. Eren bent over and kissed my hand. Same with his brother.

"Mr Zeke and Mr Eren, It was lovely to meet you tonight. I'm sorry your majesty but I am tired from all the dancing. I'm going to take my leave now. A bid you goodnight," I bowed and left to find my parents.

After finding them, we left and heading home to the McHill Manor. I fell asleep in the carriage, I was tired.

I thought about those brothers, how they both didn't look like brothers.

One blonde, the other brunette. Tall and taller. They both were handsome though.

I can't wait for all the callers tomorrow. It's going to be Amazing

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