#this looks like one of my dresses just with more color and bigger sleeves

[abyssalhuntersnerd]

Corset Shark...

#normal posts #this is so important #gosh #this looks like one of my dresses just with more color and bigger sleeves #*sips her tea* why do they just #they live in my fucking closet too I swear #sometimes I cry because some of the shit I have reminds me of them and it's stuff I have owned for years well before #they even existed #so like #the fuck is wrong with me

[adonis-koo]

wicked • 20

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 11k

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tags: mastubation (m), strip tease, slight dub con??, handjob, overstimulation, humping, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink (oops), oral (m) & (f), 69ing (OOPS), slight pain kink,

note: this is way later then it was supposed to be...anywayysssss enjoy !!! :)

“How does it feel to be somewhere so familiar, Princess?” Wheein asked as she dressed you for the afternoon. 

You hummed as you let her continue to style your hair, “Familiar, but…different now. I was a young girl when I used to roam these halls, but I’m a grown woman now. I'm excited to see my parents, I hope they’ll be attending dinner tonight.” 

“It’s only a matter of time now,” Wheein hummed out as she tenderly braided and pinned your hair the way she wanted it, “I don’t mean to pry m’lady but…” She let out a soft giggle, “I can’t help but ask if you and the Prince are now…? Embracing your marriage?”

You couldn’t help but tense, you had tried really hard to be quiet at night but there were definitely a few moments you had been unsuccessful, “Was I loud?” you whispered in horror.

This made Wheein laugh in surprise, “So you’re embracing one another very well?”

You felt your face become hot at the realization that clearly you hadn’t been, but now you had ratted yourself out, “Just pretend I didn’t say that.” 

Wheein let out a soft giggle, “I’m happy for you both…After everything you both have been through, you deserve happiness together, you both have had to overcome a lot of things. Take pride in your relationship.” 

You gave a small smile in the mirror, “I appreciate your words Wheein. But enough of that, how are you fairing? You’ve never traveled outside of Penumbra before, right?”

Wheein nodded, “This is my first time, I’m nervous truthfully, something about it feels so…Heretical, but exciting…? I hope to be able to explore a little bit in the week we stay here.” 

This made you happy to hear, “Kimhae is very beautiful, I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities to go into the capitol to explore.” 

Wheein grabbed the crown, onyx, the same you had worn to your formal dinner, it would be a constant here in Kimhae as a show of status along with your wedding ring that dawned your gloved hands. 

“Finished. You look beautiful.” Wheein smiled in satisfaction, “Is there anything else you would like before we escort you to dinner?” 

You shook your head, “Nothing, besides your company. I missed you terribly when you were away. And while I enjoy Jungkook’s presence, he is by no means good with feather and fuss the way you are.” 

This made Wheein chuckle, her nose scrunching in delight, “Nothing brings me more pride than being next to you both. I’ll let the others know you’re ready.” 

Jungkook had left the room a little while ago upon Yoongi requesting him outside the room to talk about something. 

Standing up you brushed the skirt of your dress of the few wrinkles that had formed from sitting. 

This was one of your favorite winter gowns, sheer gold fabric lining from your neckline to your chest, covered in precious gems and the fabric ran to your forearms but it was concealed by bigger dramatic puffy sleeves the same dark midnight blue color of your skirt. 

Stepping out of the room Jungkook and Yoongi had ceased their conversation at the sight of you, “I’m not interrupting am I?” 

“Of course not your Highness,” Yoongi bowed to you, “You’re just on time in fact.”

Jungkook sighed as he peered out the large windows to the darkened skies, “We’re late.” 

“All the best couples are.” You smiled as he offered his elbow out as you grabbed ahold of it, allowing him to lead you down the halls, navigating to the main hall where everyone would be celebrating, after all it was the Eve before Yule. 

“His Highness, Jeon Jungkook Crowned Prince of Penumbra and her Highness, Jeon Y/n Crowned Princess of Penumbra.” The caller announced as the doors opened. 

It seemed the jolly sight inside had frozen despite the music still playing, you couldn’t help but feel nervous with so many eyes on you, but squeezing the bicep of your husband made you realize you were not alone. 

His crown stood tall on his head, dawned in his finest black and gold silk robes for the occasion, he looked like the epitome of confidence and power, and as his wife, you wanted to be his mirror, a strength to him, not a weakness.

You straightened yourself a little, lifting your chin as you let him help you down each step, eyes following you everywhere as people began to whisper, but after having been on the cold gaze of the Penumbrian court, you had found you clearly had hardened yourself to the stares.

Not letting them bother you the way they may once have. 

And in the crowd, there were two familiar faces that you had missed so dearly, that did not look at you as if you were a killer, “Mother! Father!” You called out, excitement pushing away the previous feelings of uncertainty, having let go of Jungkook to greet your mother.

Her arms were wide open, eyes beaming with pride as you buried into her, the sweet smell of nectar dripping off her body, the warm comforting smell of home, “My sweet daughter,” She ushered out, pulling away as she grabbed your face, “My look how you’ve grown, she truly looks like a grown woman, no longer our little princess.”

“I couldn’t have hoped for a more lovely daughter to be our future queen of Penumbra,” Your father grinned softly as you mirrored him, immediately wrapping him in a hug next, “We’ve missed you greatly so our little sun.” 

You smiled at them adoringly only to feel the towering height behind you, standing at an awkward distance, turning around you gestured your love over, “Come Jungkook, don’t be a stranger.” You let out a soft endearing laugh, this only made him awkwardly shuffle a little closer.

Uncertain of where to look or how to greet, “Your Highnesses,” He gave a small formal bow. 

Your mother let a quirk of a pout tug on her lips, “No son-in-law of mine will greet me so formally, come.”

You and your father glanced at one another before sharing a laugh at Jungkook’s pupils widening a little before briefly glancing at you before he hesitated, arms acting stiff in the brief hug before immediately dropping back to his side. 

“Surely you’ve hugged this poor boy my dear,” Your mother sighed, watching with a certain pity on her face before turning to you, “He treats me as if I am something to be frightened of.” 

Jungkook’s lips parted but you spoke before him, “We’ve embraced plenty, Jungkook is an introvert by nature,” You couldn’t help the affectionate smile tug on your lips as you placed yourself back at his side, arms wrapping back around his, “He doesn’t fair well with social events.”

“I can hold my own.” Jungkook muttered with a puff of his chest. 

“Don’t let their teasing get to you,” Your father chuckled, “I’ve never been one for social events either, Esme has always been the butterfly of us both.” 

“Oh don’t flatter me.” Your mother rolled her eyes playfully, “Come, let us sit, you must try the wine.” You let your mother lead the way as you all sat down at the large table, your eyes searching the massive party only for them to suddenly lock onto Seokjin’s, halfway across the room.

He appeared sulky, empty wine glass in hand and in a circle of aristocrats talking and he clearly was not paying attention, his gaze set solely on you. You blinked, immediately looking away as you smiled at the cup bearer, pouring you a large glass of wine. 

Taking a long sip you hummed in delight, “Eunoian?” 

“Imported,” Your mother smiled with love, “Kimhae has always been too tart for my taste.” 

“Tart and a twinge of sour,” Jungkook’s nose wrinkled, “They never let their wine ferment long enough.” 

This immediately had your mother’s attention, a fellow wine lover, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight as she immediately began to complain with him and as she got him talking, Jungkook slowly but surely relaxed as he began his second glass of wine. 

“Come, walk with me Y/n,” Your father smiled, shaking his head at the sight of the other two engrossed in gossip of Kimhae, who would’ve thought Jungkook would get on so well with your mother? 

The wine was certainly helping all the same. 

“I would love nothing more,” You smiled as you stood up, taking your father’s arm as you both began to walk, “How has Eunoia been? I’ve missed it terribly…” 

Your father gave you a soft smile, while you had always been undoubtedly close to your mother but… due to her dryad blood, she had always been harder on you as a child, making sure you stuck to your rigorous schedule.

There were many days when she was the source of your tears, but your father? He was nothing but soft for you, always sneaking you sweet treats at night and on the days you would weep, he would read you stories until you fell asleep. 

His love was always so soft, barely detectable but you could always feel it through the trepidations of your childhood. 

“We are doing well, with the protection Penumbra has given us, we’ve dealt with much less bandit raids, our crops no longer plucked over. Your presence has been an irreplaceable void though.” Your father hummed out, “The throne room hasn’t looked quite right since you left, Arielle never had the straightest cut.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes, “Don’t say that too loud- lest she hear it all the way from Eunoia and kill all the foliage off in spite…Is she…” You sighed, you supposed you shouldn’t indulge the gossiping part of your brain, it was only a childhood rivalry, you were a grown woman now, those things should stay in the past. 

Your father however seemed to know exactly what you were saying, “There is talk,” He mused, “She does not have dryad blood though.”

“Perhaps that is for the best,” You murmured softly, your father peering at you in curiosity as you spoke softly, “Perhap it is time for Eunoia to leave our lesser human nature in the past?”

Your father hummed, “What has you thinking such thoughts, my little sun?” 

“...My stay in Penumbra has not been an easy one, I won’t deny it,” You murmured quietly, “I’ve suffered many trials and tribulations, the dryad inside me has proven to be very hard to contain…”

This made your father laugh, surprisingly, “So was your mother’s, her nature still can be from time to time.” 

“I just don’t understand, even after all these years. We strive for peace and yet all I want is war,” You frowned, troubled once more, “I want nothing more than to wrong those who have wronged me. And I hate it, revenge has a bitter taste.” 

“It’s an inherent nature,” Your father replied, tapping your arm comfortingly, “It’s inside all of us, you are inclined moreso from the polarized nature of a dryad. The beautiful thing about it is that we cannot have life without death. Your mother was never the best at explaining it,”

He sighed wistfully, as if accepting this about his wife, “But it always seemed to me that as a dryad, your duty is to balance it, not strive for one or the other. The giver and taker of life, it may run through your blood but you are not a god Y/n, it is not your calling to be one or the other. But I’ve always seen great things in you. I’ve always felt you’ve been called to mediate the conflict of the giver and taker, give life where it is needed, death when it is warranted. These things are scary when we’ve been taught only one is right, but it is not impossible.”

Dead eyes flashed in your mind, your grip on your father’s arm tightening a little as you took a long breath, “Then why is it I always seem to only bring death?” 

Your father frowned, a sad look in his eyes, “You were but a child Y/n, too young to be put in the tents, but your mother was insistent. Death is the only thing guaranteed in life, we must all face it eventually, some sooner than others. This is the way it is meant to be, you did the best with what you were taught.”

You stared at the ground before you murmured, “And…what if…I broke my vow…? What if I had taken a life on purpose?” 

Your father paused, slowly his eyes lingered on your figure, your expression was full of sorrow and lament, he tenderly brushed your shoulders, “My words would remain the same, you were never meant to uphold one value or the other. I trust you would never do something rash, if it were not called for.”

You both began to walk once more and for a long moment you thought of his words before you were plagued by a forgotten thought, “I’ve heard….stirrings, rumors.” 

“In the beast itself?” Your father laughed, “Do tell.”

“Rumors that…” You lowered your voice, “Eunoia is building an army…?” 

Your father paused in somewhat surprise, “Really now?” He paused thoughtfully, “Well, I suppose it would seem that way.” 

“But it isn’t?” You raised your brows hoping that it certainly was not what it seemed. 

“Did you know that the dryad’s were not just healers?” Your father gave you a knowing smile, “But they were also warriors, it was said they were gifted with the sight of knowing, shooting arrows that could hit even targets from miles away. We have decided to take up the divine dryad’s way of Archery- a form of weaponry, in honor of Penumbra for the Rite of Peace.” 

You paused…archery…? Everything made so much more sense suddenly, and it dawned on you that while you knew much about Eunoia, you still had so much more to learn about your ancestors. 

“I…I love that Eunoia has decided to pick this back up in honor of Penumbra,” You gave a small smile, somewhat relieved, “Jungkook will be thrilled to hear this.” 

“Ah…” Your father hummed, “And I do assume your husband has been treating you well?”

Your nod became somewhat shy, “We didn’t speak the first month but…well circumstances arose that no longer allowed us to hate one another…And somehow, we…began to understand one another? Misunderstandings truly are the root of hate aren’t they?” 

“Hate makes all of us blind to the reality of life, nothing is fair, nobody is ever truly free, we all have our burdens and trepidations to bear, not one better than the other. When we embrace intentional kinship, to set aside our differences, and truly learn from one another with compassion and understanding, we are at our strongest…”

Your father hummed before he looked at you for a long moment, “Though it has not been long, you seem older now…Wiser, patient…You both suit one another very well.” Your father praised. 

“I would’ve hated those words once upon a time but…” You gave a satisfied hum, “You are right, I couldn’t think of another person I’d want as my husband.” 

The evening went on, you and your father had many people come and socialize with you both, many royals and aristocrats alike wanting to know about Penumbra, about the Wicked Prince, about the tall tales that came from its lands. 

You indulged none, and left everything vague, giving only knowing smiles and cryptic words, after all knowledge was a currency of its own for royals. 

It was well past midnight by the time you and your father had arrived back at the banquet table to find your partners well past the point of sobriety, your mother and Jungkook sharing a loud boisterous laugh as he cackled, “I wish you had seen it, the sword went flying out of his hand and the look on his face was that of a child.”

“Oh come now Jungkook he can barely hold a cup with two hands let alone a sword!” Your mother cackled out, near empty cup in hand. 

“It seems we’ve made our timely arrival,” Your father let out a soft sigh as he shook his head, “Come now Esme, let us not insult our host’s family too loud,” He pulled her chair out offering an arm to her, “We ought get you to bed.” 

“I agree,” You replied, standing next to your husband’s chair where he was slightly slumped, crown crooked on his head, “We should retire, my love.” You leaned down, fixing his crown back straight. 

His hand caught yours as he pressed an amorous kiss against the palm of your gloved hand and a silly little smirk on his face, “If that’s what my goddess wishes.” 

You felt your face becoming hot at his words, clearly the liquor making him much more boldly flirtatious then he would typically be in a public space. 

Jungkook stood up only to wobble a little, you immediately grabbed his arm, not offering as much support as you wished, but you only needed to get him as far as Yoongi, who was coolly leaning back against the wall, arms crossed and eyes scanning the room. 

You waved Yoongi over, his eyes immediately catching your figure as he pushed off the wall, “Can you please get Jungkook back to our room?” You asked.

“Of course, Wheein will escort you back then I presume?” Yoongi asked and you nodded, with that he took your husband back though not without complaint of you not being by his side. 

You only smiled briefly only for your vision to be blocked by your mother, grabbing you with an adoring look on her face, very clearly drunk, “While I had my reservations about him, you both make a lovely couple Y/n,” You giggled softly at this as she continued, “And hopefully you’ll make even lovelier grandchildren for me.” 

“Grand children!?” You nearly choked on your words.

Grandchildren…? 

“Now, now Esme, leave her be, that is their business,” Your father tutted, “Goodnight Y/n, we shall see you in the morning…Or at the very least I will see you in the morning.” 

You waved goodbye but your mind was fried at her words…children…You…you hadn’t even thought of children, which was incredibly stupid given the amount of unholy sex you were currently having, with absolutely no regard of how many times your husband emptied himself inside you. 

Your hand ghosted over your stomach as you wondered, what if you were pregnant? It was a brief thought with no actual evidence to back it up. 

But the idea of blue eyed, dark haired children running around suddenly filled your heart with so much joy, you could hardly continue the girlish smile you had, children…Surely Jungkook wanted children, right? 

You pressed your lips together in uncertainty, being the heir to the throne meant it was an expectation but…You didn’t want to bear his children if he wouldn’t share the love he had with you to them. 

It was late and you supposed these were conversations you would need to have at a later date with him, sooner than later given just how fast you both had been going. 

You called Wheein over as you both exited the party.

The hallways were dark and you had just reached the end when a voice called out, “Y/n…” 

Wheein frowned as you both paused, turning around as you noticed the lone figure at the other end of the hall, Seokjin…Wheein briefly looked at you with a quirked brow. 

“Seokjin, my apologies for not greeting you at the party, I was catching up with my parents.” You called out as he approached you.

“Nevermind that,” He offered an easy, charming smile, “I know how much you’ve missed them, but…I’d like to speak to you, alone…”

Wheein shifted immediately, not liking this one bit as she stared at the foreigner, briefly looking at you once more, and you could tell she didn’t like this, “It’s late Seokjin, I was just getting ready to retire for bed…”

“Indulge me, just for a moment.” Seokjin asked, holding a hand out to you. 

You stared down at his palm, and for the first time you noticed the lack of calluses on his hands, his skin incredibly soft, “...Very well, where would you have us speak?”

“Just up ahead, in my office, your maid may go I will-”

“My maid will stay just outside the office,” You cut him off, Wheein giving a curt nod at your words, “Lead along, I do not have all night.” 

Seokjin frowned, eyes lingering warily on Wheein just as her’s did, almost as if sizing one another up before he walked ahead of you both and turned off onto a hall before he stopped, it was vague but you did remember being in his office a few times. 

He stepped inside as Wheein whispered out, “Will you be okay m’lady?” 

“I’ll scream if I’m not.” You gave her a reassuring smile before you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. 

It all came at once, the sudden feeling of invading your personal space, his body pressing into yours and his hands wrapping around you, “Oh my love,” He whispered out, “You’ve become a marvelous actress, but you should be taking my lead to not make things more difficult for us.” 

Your body immediately tensed, these were not the arms you were used to being wrapped around you, and these were not the lips of your husband against your ear.

Seokjin pressed his forehead into yours just as swiftly as you were pushing him away, “I am no actress, what is the meaning of this Seokjin?” 

Seokjin’s lips slowly curled into a frown at the evident step you took away from him, a safe distance between you both clearly feeling like a rift for him, “I’m here for you.” He spoke quietly, “Albeit he wasn’t supposed to be here but we can make this work, some plans will simply have to be altered.” 

You blinked several times, “Plans…?” 

Seokjin nodded, a smile slowly curling on his lips once more as he took your hands into his, “We can talk more about it later, but just know that we will be reunited once more Y/n, it’s been sickening…watching the way he drags you around as if you are nothing more then some doll, his hands touching what is not his.” 

Your stare hardened as you slowly shook your head before letting out a long sigh, “I’m sorry Seokjin, it seems I was not clear last time we spoke.” Though you felt as if you distinctly remember being perfectly clear, “We are no longer an item, we have not been since the day before my wedding.” 

Seokjin shook his head, as if he was in denial, “I have been biding my time for you my love, the days I’ve ached for you, touched myself to you. You can’t seriously tell me you have not yet felt the same?” 

He was staring at you expectantly but you were at a loss for words, because while yes a part of you had mourned him the first few weeks of your stay, but after a month Jungkook had become a bigger part of your thoughts with each day, and Seokjin becoming so obscure that you no longer even thought of him unless it was prompted in conversation. 

“I’m sorry Seokjin,” It was a genuine apology, “But I cut ties for a reason, I’ve only come to Yule to see my parents and nothing more. I do want you to rest easy…I am very happy in Penumbra, and Jungkook does not treat me like a doll he…” You stared at your gloved hands, “Jungkook loves and respects me for who I am, what I am capable of. And his hands touch me as if I am his, because I am. There is no other man I want to belong to.”

Seokjin slowly shook his head and it made you wince a little. He was taking this harder than you had assumed he would, perhaps because you had assumed your relational ties had been officially cut. 

You assumed there might have been a forlorn sort of pining from him, mourning what could have been, but to have this delusion that you both were still romantic lovers was an entirely different subject. 

“You don’t mean it Y/n,” He took a step closer to you, hand grabbing your waist making you jolt, “I don’t know what they’ve done to you, but you’ve been brainwashed. Turned blind to their hedonistic ways. You are not the Dryad Princess I know.”

“If they are heathens,” You shoved his hand away from you, “Then I’m afraid I was never going to be good enough for you, for if they are heathens then I cannot imagine what I must be in comparison. I am far more than a Dryad Princess, you say you no longer know me, but it only shows me just how little you actually knew me. I value the time we had together Seokjin, but I love Jungkook. He is my husband and I am proud to be his wife and it will remain this way. Goodnight.” 

You promptly closed the door behind you as Wheein straightened up from her fretting state, you gave her a tense but attempted comforting smile, “Come let us go Wheein.” You ushered softly as she nodded. 

After a long quiet trip through the halls she finally asked, “It’s not my business but I can’t help but ask m’lady…what was that about?”

You shook your head, “Some things must die slower than others I suppose.” You stopped at your door just where Taehyun walked out from exasperatedly. 

“His Majesty is still awake, just a forewarning.” Was all Taehyun said and that was all you needed to know.

“You both are dismissed, I doubt we’ll need any help tonight. And do take the early morning to yourselves, Jungkook will definitely need to rest until mid morning.” You offered a weak smile as they both nodded, perhaps knowing but saving you the embarrassment.

After taking their leave you stepped into your room, lit only by firelight as you quietly shut the door, “So my pretty wife finally shows her presence.” Jungkook was leaning against the bed frame, slumped once more, terribly drunk. 

You offered a gentle smile, the tension that had been in your body slowly melting due to his warm presence you had become so familiar with, “So I am here; I did not mean to make you wait so long.” You were in no rush to the bed as you slowly walked over to your vanity, pulling the gloves from your hands and taking the shoes off your feet.

Setting your crown on top of the empty pillow and taking off your jewelry as you felt his eyes burning into your back before you finally approached him.

“What held you up?” Jungkook’s eyes lazily dragged over your body, sitting on the side of the bed as his feet planted on the ground, hands reaching out for your waist, “You were supposed to help bring me back.” 

Your smile became just a little shy as your hands settled on top of his, the warm comfort it brought such a stark contrast to what Seokjin had attempted to replicate, “I got caught up, but I’m here now. Help me?” 

You turned around as Jungkook stood up, a little wobbly and maybe not the best with his fingers at the moment but he managed to get your dress undone as it fell to the ground, you still had your slip on underneath, it wasn’t meant for sleeping but it was comfortable enough that it would do. 

You plucked the dress from the ground before tossing it, the fabric catching on the chair at your vanity before you turned around to face him once more.

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped you at the dilation in his eyes, his tongue swiping over his lip feverishly, “Was it him?” 

Your brows lifted a little in somewhat surprise and that gave him everything he needed to know, his jaw clenching a little as his hands tightened down to your hips, “Saw the way he was looking at you, as if you belong to him.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whispered, “But I am yours. You shouldn’t worry about him.” Tomorrow, you would tell him what had happened, but tonight, you wanted to rest with your husband and let him sleep off his liquor. 

Jungkook’s nose buried into the crook of your neck before his lips began to press into your skin, and you were quickly beginning to realize this was a telltale sign, his hands roaming your sides before curling around the material of your slip. 

“Lay down,” You whispered, “You’re drunk.” 

“I’m sober enough,” Jungkook replied with a moan into your skin, “Indulge me, light of my life, you say you’re mine, but I need you to show me. Need you wrapped around my cock.” 

His moans against your skin was tantalizingly difficult to say no when he laid back against the bed, pulling his pants down to reveal his fat cock bobbing to his abdominal as he wrapped his hand around it tight, eyes staring at you with a lazy heat as he slowly began to stroke his shaft. 

You couldn’t stop the pout on your lips as your arousal immediately pressed into your panties, “You’re drunk Jungkook…” 

“Mmm, I can be drunk and have my cock rode.” He replied, his hips stuttering a little as they lifted into his fist, his cock squeezing through as he moaned, “Do you not see how desperate I am for you? Don’t deny me now.”

Precum was beading against his slit as you slowly pushed your slip up, letting your panties drop as he moaned his hand pumping his cock all the way up to his bulbous head before squeezing it all the way back down, “Fuuck, that’s a good girl, show me those pretty tits.” 

Slowly you peeled the slip up your body, one inch at a time as Jungkook’s hand eagerly worked his cock, eyes lidded as he moaned, watching the fabric tease just below your bust, ‘Don’t tease me now.” 

You pulled it up, your tits bouncing as he swore, fist pumping his cock furiously as you pushed it over your head before letting it hit the ground, “Nee’ you Y/n, mmm, need your warm cunt.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how whiney he was at the moment, getting up on the bed you straddling his thighs as he moaned his hand slowing down to lethargically stroke his cock, eyes trailing up and down your exposed body.

Leaning down a little you couldn’t help but curiously wrap your hand around his base, his stroking paused as he released his own grip, “Mmm, stroke it.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little shy, it was so thick and heavy in your hand, “How do you like it?” You whispered out, trying not to let yourself be intimidated. 

Jungkook reached back down, his hand wrapping over your own, grip suddenly being crushed much more than you would’ve expected, “Hard, like when it hurts.” His thighs tensed as he guided your hand up his shaft, roughly pumping back down to his base as he hissed out. 

You mimicked his movements, letting your hand jerk up his cock as he guided it back down each time forcefully, you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way his cock moved with each stroke, his fat head slowly beginning to turn red, as if angry to not have it’s release.

“Mmm stick your tongue out,” He mumbled, “Want to watch your spit drip on it.”

“Jungkook..” You ushered in embarrassment.

He smiled wickedly, “Would you rather suck it instead?”

“If you had chosen to stay sober,” You teased right back, taking a long breath you appeased him though, sticking your tongue out as salvia slowly gathered at the tip of your tongue before a large glob slowly hit the fat head of his cock. 

Jungkook jolted and stiffened beneath you, a deep moan escaping him at such a lewd sight as your hand wrapped around his tip, dragging the fluid down his cock making it more pliable, he could hardly stand it as your hand squeezed harder around him. 

“Fuck yeah, like that, nice and hard.” He moaned in pleasure, eyes lidded and watching your hand with each rough stroke, “Mm little harder- shit…!” He moaned even louder as his eyes closed briefly, your hand squeezing nice and hard around his base as you began forcefully pumping his cock just the way he enjoyed it. 

His thighs kept tensing beneath you and you could feel your arousal drip on his thigh as you slowly shifted slotting your own thighs beneath his thick taunt one as your hips couldn’t resist but to wiggle, your wet puff slit dragging open along the warm skin of his thigh.

“Mm that's it, good girl,” He moaned deep, eyes locked between your little cunt making a mess all over his thigh and your hand, working his cock nice and rough, “Rub your little clit on my thigh.” 

You let out a little whine at your clit sliding against his skin, pleasure frictioning against the open plane as your grip on his cock tightened, hand fisting all the way to the head of his cock as you roughly pumped his head, as if trying to squeeze the cum right out. 

Jungkook’s moans were salacious and wonton, not holding back in the least as his hips suddenly thrust upward into your hand, his thigh rutting into your cunt as you let out a small breathy moan, enjoying the mess your cunt was making. 

You spit once more on his cock making it slide with ease once more, “Mm just like that, fuck Y/n, yeah, mm gonna’ cum.” 

Jungkook’s hips were impatiently thrusting upward as your hand forcefully pumped his cock, his thigh continually rutting up against your clit just the right way as you let out whiny moans, “Cum for me, please, that’s it, cum.” 

Jungkook was pliable at your voice, whining and begging softly as your hand tightened around his cock once more, the sight of you bending slightly, your tits bouncing and your tongue sticking out, only this time his fat head aimed at your mouth. 

It was such a lewd sight, Jungkook cursed loudly, your hand roughly stroking his cock as the pleasure became blinding, the sight too tempting as he grunted out a deep moan, cumming hard as he kept his eyes wide open for the spectacle, spurts of white cream shot from out from his slit, hitting your tongue, “Fuck, oh my god, yeah, suck it, please, fuuck, suck it up.”

You appeased him, your lips tenderly around his head before sucking it harshly as he cried out another deep moan, eyes unable to pry away from the sight, one arm forcing his hips down to keep from rutting into your mouth as your other hand forcefully pumped his cock of every last drop of seed. 

Your lips stayed wrapped around his fat head as you felt more substance dribble out from his weepy sensitive head. 

Your hand pumping every last drop he had to offer as his thighs violently twitched with each stroke of your hair, his moans were loud and obscene as he growled, “Keep going fuck, can take it.”

That deep dominant voice had you pliant, obediently swirling your tongue around his slit, cum slowly leaking back down his cock as you stroked it.

You could tell he was overstimulated just by how violently his body was twitching but just as you kept going his cock slowly started to harden once more, pulling off his head as you swallowed the rest of the substance, a subtle sweetness in it otherwise tasteless. 

Jungkook moaned, his hyper sensitive cock resting back against his abdomen, “Wanna cum in that pretty little cunt now.” 

You couldn’t help but feel somewhat shy, “Are you sure?” 

Jungkook moaned softly as his hands wrapped around your hips as you shifted yourself, “Why wouldn’t I be? Nothing satisfies me more than watching my cum drip from this little hole.”

You shuddered as you grabbed his cock, watching the way he sucked a harsh breath in, teasing his weeping cum covered head against your slit before slowly sinking down on it.

The stinging sensation was absent, only the feeling of his fat cock sliding inside you with ease as you both moaned, “…Even if I become with child..?” You whispered out.

Jungkook’s hands suddenly gripped your hips even tighter, eyes lifting with a wicked smirk on his face, “Why do you think I've emptied inside you every time? Mm is that what you want? My seed nice and deep inside this cunt until your belly becomes swollen? Filled with my child?”

Your cunt harshly wrapped around his cock, you hadn’t expected your body to react so harshly to his words but it was making your clit throb in excitement, the idea of becoming pregnant with Jungkook’s child.

Your hips were immediately bouncing, your cunt greedily sucking his cock deeper inside as your walls clenched around him, soft whines escaping you, “Mm! Please…!”

Jungkook moaned softly, “So I’ve found your weakness,” he cracked a boyish smile, “You want to be my little cumdump? Milking my cock of every drop of cum until you're pregnant with my baby?” 

Your thighs were trembling at the idea, the anticipation of his cum spurting deep inside you, the excitement made pleasure bloom through your body as his shaft began rubbing right where you wanted it, “Please…! I’d be good!” You whimper, “I’d take care of our baby…”

Jungkook moaned hands encouraging your hips, roughly bouncing as his big cock forced his way past your little walls, “Mm know you would, have’ the prettiest belly. Prettiest tits…”

Your whines and moans were like music to Jungkook’s ears as you frantically bounced on his cock in need, his hands soothing your hips as you moaned, “Wan’ baby please…! Koo’…!”

“Mm that’s it my love,” Jungkook moaned as your hips became flush with his, feeling your walls wrap around him as came once more, cum burying deep inside you as the loudest, whiniest moan escaped you, cumming all over his cock as you bounced once more, milking every drop from his cock once more as it buried inside you.

Every muscle in your body was tensed as your breath labored, fists curled against Jungkook’s chest before he grabbed them, tenderly uncurling them as he laced his own bigger ones in yours, “So you want my children hm…?” 

You slowly opened your eyes, tiredness running in your body as you let out a soft, somewhat shy giggle, “Do you want me to have your children?” 

“Is my cock inside?” 

“Stop…!” You whispered out, falling against his chest as he chuckled, arms wrapping around you, his cock softening as it slipped out of your body, the warm sensation of liquid dripping down your thighs as you curled up against him. 

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut as he hummed, fingers tracing over your sides, “There’s no one else I’d rather have children with.” 

Jungkook had slept heavily through most of the early morning like you had assumed, he did wake up once, stirring a little at the feeling of your tit cupped in his hand, he only gave it a nice hard squeeze before falling back asleep. 

The light had begun to shine through and you could tell the halls were busy with maids, your personal servants wouldn’t be in for another hour and a half at least though, and somehow, you thoroughly enjoyed being able to lay with your husband like this. 

Far past any reasonable hour to get out of bed. 

“Will you survive my love?” You whispered out a small giggle as your hand reached out, brushing back those long dark bangs from his forehead. 

He groaned, eyes still closed but you knew he was awake, “It feels like I am an anvil and my headache is a smith master. You never told me your mother could hold her liquor better than you.” 

You smiled fondly as you laid on your stomach, propping yourself up on your forearms, “They say dryad blood makes alcohol less potent.”

Jungkook’s eyes shot open, a comedic glare on his face, “I see you’ve chosen to keep that information to yourself.” 

“I never thought it was relevant,” You laughed softly, trying not to be loud for the sake of his poor head, “It’s probably why I can drink more than you.”

“And yet you never seem to utilize this ability, you should take after your mother more,” Jungkook groaned as he pulled his arms over his head, eyes squeezed shut once more, “So you’re ready to have my children hm?”

You tried not to choke on your own spit at such a drastic conversation change, “I…” 

Jungkook’s lips slowly pulled into a smile, eyes lidded once more as he stared at you, “What got this on your brain?” 

Your lips parted multiple times, trying your hardest to not let yourself become shy, but it was difficult under his gaze, “...My mother- very drunkenly told me she hoped for grandchildren soon last night after you departed with Yoongi.” 

“Hm yes I do recall her mentioning this to me as well,” Jungkook laughed softly at the expression on your face, “Telling me we would make the prettiest children and that if I wasn’t treating you well she’d personally castrate me- I also see where you get your temper from.” 

You weakly smiled, you wanted to say your mother would never say that sober- but you knew good and well you got her temper in a much higher dose then even she had. 

“She was one of my teachers,” You replied, “...Is it…you don’t think we’re going too fast?” 

Jungkook rolled onto his side, “What do you mean?” 

“Having children?” You raised your brows, “I…I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner, but with how we’ve been…It may be a good possibility.” 

“We’ve been married for almost a year now,” Jungkook mused, “True half of it hasn’t been on good terms but the court…” He sighed, “I hadn’t wanted to tell you because I didn’t want you to feel pressured but…The Penumbra court has started questioning me on when they can expect an heir.” 

Your lips slowly curled into a frown, “I’m not surprised…” Because regardless of how either one of you felt about this, there was a duty to uphold, “Is that why…?”

“No,” Jungkook immediately cut you off, head resting against the pillow as his hand reached out, tracing your jawline, “Our moments have been organic and I had no hidden agenda behind them, but I won’t deny that I’ve emptied inside you continually because I am intentionally trying to get you pregnant- for the sole reason of wanting to have a child together. Not because the court expects me too...” 

Your stomach felt like butterflies had formed, something like arousal stirring in your body at his choice of words, “You’ve been trying to get me pregnant without telling me?” It wasn’t meant as a reprimand but more of a soft tease. 

Jungkook let out something between a laugh and a scoff, a boyish look on his face, “Figured’ the action spoke more for itself I guess. Nothing screams "I want to get you pregnant” like burying my cum inside you.” 

“Jungkook…!” You whispered out. 

Jungkook laughed harder before wincing, hands grabbing his head as he groaned, “This horrible, ugh Eunoian wine always gives me the worst headaches. Seems you and the wine have something in common.” 

You clacked your tongue, “And here I thought I was going to be nice this morning and give what you had requested the night before.” 

Jungkooks eyes blinked back open, curiosity brimming as he squinted, “What does that mean?”

“You only get to find out if you take back the headache comparison.” 

“It may give me a headache but it’s just as sweet as your cunt- Ow!” 

You had immediately straddled him, taking your pillow with you as you hit him on the head with it as he grabbed it, tossing it aside before his hands snaked around your asscheeks, “There it cancels out, now continue.” 

You could feel the pang of arousal in your cunt as you situated yourself, leaning forward a little as you smiled, “You’ve been rather mean to me this morning, are you sure you’re worthy of it?” 

“You like it when I’m mean,” Jungkook flirted back, fingers digging into your ass, multiple bruises had already stained your skin in the form of his fingers, and it looked right now would be stained on your skin later as well, “I could be even meaner- After all, you let Yoongi take me back and then that rat got his hands on you.” 

You raised your brows with an amused smile, “I assure you no rat had his hands on me for more than a moment.”

You could see it in his eyes, something dark stirring as his jaw clenched a little, a possessive tone in his voice, “A moment is still too long- what did he want?” 

Your hand traced down his chest as you replied, “It seems I was not clear enough when I ended our relationship right before you and I wedded. Seokjin had this idea that we were still lovers.”

“And?”

His fingers dug even harder, nails starting to dig into your skin, not overly painful but just enough for your cunt to feel it, “And I told him I belong to you, and that there was nothing left.” 

Jungkook huffed, fingers relaxing a little, “Couldn’t stand the way he looked at you last night, acting like he had any right to stare at you like that.” 

You laughed softly at his broody look, “Well trust me, Seokjin isn’t getting to experience what you are.” 

Your lips pressed against his clavicle, Jungkook’s lips parted to make a remark but they paused as you lifted yourself a little, kisses fluttering down his chest as the bed cover was slowly pushed back, his naked body revealed and his cock hard and proud. 

It was difficult to not be aroused when he knew you were naked in his bed, but the sight was even more to behold as your tongue softly pressed against his abdominal, his sucked in a harsh breath of air as the soft wet muscle slid towards his pubic bone. 

You planted another kiss against his pubic bone before pressing your tongue back against his warm skin, sliding it down to meet the base of his cock, his hips physically thrusting in need as you let out a shy laugh. 

Jungkook had done nothing but give you pleasure from the moment he declared his love, you wanted to show him the same, how much you wanted him, needed him, how he would never need to worry about another man. 

You only wanted to be his, it was difficult to not let yourself become shy though- yes you had a little experience with this, but it was different, back then you did it as a means to keep things from going further. 

You wanted to do this now, but your husband was not what you considered beginner friendly, it felt like a weapon was staring at you.

Jungkook couldn’t resist the soft moan at the sight of you looking up at him, those pretty doe-like eyes all flustered just inches away from his cock, so confident one moment and shy the next.

Jungkook let out an amused scoff, his hand tenderly pressed against your head as he stroked it, “You’ve sucked cock before, go on.” 

It was a lighthearted tease that made your lips quiver into a pout, “Jungkook...I…I want you to show me what you like…” You mumbled, unable to look at him whilst saying it. 

Jungkook hummed as he reached out, grabbing your head more firmly as he forced you a little closer to his fat cock, “Open your mouth,” It was soft command you couldn’t deny as you let out a breathy moan as you parted you lips, “Mm yeah, now stick out your tongue.” 

“Jungkook…” You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment but you felt a sharp tug on your hair in reprimand. 

“You want to please me, yeah? Then be a good girl and show me your tongue.” Jungkook growled lightly as your lips trembled before you did as you were told. 

You stuck your tongue out a little as Jungkook grasped your hair once more rewarding, “Good girl,” He stroked your head, “Now open your mouth a little wider and let your spit drip on the head.” 

Your entire face felt like it was on fire, grabbing the base of his cock as you leaned over it, sticking your tongue out a little further as Jungkook spoke, “Look at me.” You meekly glanced up at him as a wad of spit dripped off your tongue, pooling down onto his fat bulbous head as he moaned softly, eyes lidded at the sight. 

“Fuck yeah, my pretty wife, now take the tip in your mouth, just the tip,” Jungkook ushered softly, watching in blind pleasure as you meekly leaned down, parting your lips a little further, you couldn’t help but hesitate for a moment. 

It wasn’t that you were staring at his cock, it was more like…it was staring at you. His tip was incredibly fat and bulbous, you knew this, but now being at eye level, mouth to cock level, it made you realize just how big he was.

“Having second thoughts?” Jungkook teased, “Your little rat wasn’t as well equipped?” 

Your eyes slowly looked up at him with a glare as he snickered, an affectionate look in his eyes, “Just the tip to start my goddess.”

Your lips parted around his tip before fully pushing it further into your mouth, your jaw immediately aching for a brief moment before you forced yourself to relax as you closed your eyes, sucking his tip gently as you waited for Jungkook’s next instruction. 

Jungkook could feel the sweat breaking on the back of his neck as he moaned softly, “Fuck,” Something about watching you struggle just to take his tip had his hormones completely fucked up, “Drag your tongue over the slit.” He gritted his teeth, watching you pull off his cock before you looked up at him, dragging your tongue over his head as his lips twitched, hot arousal beginning to fill him more and more, “Now suck it further.” 

Your lips pressed against his tip before you parted your lips once more, trying to relax your jaw as you took him back into your mouth, this time attempting to take him further. Keyword; attempt. It was admittedly a tight fit, not as impossible as you first assumed it would be, but not as roomy as it had once been with Seokjin. 

You let out a muffled whine causing Jungkook to moan as he gripped your hair a little tighter before he pushed you a little further down onto his cock, a noise sounded from you but it suspiciously sounded like a moan and you hadn’t pulled off him yet. 

Jungkook testingly yanked your hair a little, another whine thrumming on his cock as he began to force your head to bob along his cock, he moaned softly at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock, naked and tits bouncing, drool beginning to dribble down his shaft and to his balls. 

“Good girl sweetheart.” Jungkook moaned a soft praise as he began to push you down further onto his cock, now nearly half his cock stuffed into your mouth before you suddenly gagged, his fat head hitting the back of your throat. You hadn’t pulled completely off his cock, just enough to regain yourself before you grabbed his thighs, taking his cock back where it was before. 

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair as he puffed a breath, “What a good little girl, taking my cock this obediently. Mmm you don’t have to take it down your throat if you’re not ready, I’m sure you haven’t- fuck!” He hissed through his teeth at the sudden feel of his fat head beginning to forcefully squeeze down that tight little throat of yours. 

Your eyes were immediately blurring with tears and your jaw had a gripping ache in it and your throat was burning but you weren’t about to quit now as you took his cock further down your throat. 

Jungkook was moaning louder this time running a hand through his hair and trying to not give into the animalistic urge to fuck your throat raw, instead his hand won the battle instead, yanking your hair roughly, causing a choked gurgled whine to escape you, it had his cock throbbing even harder. 

You whimpered at your slow pace suddenly upheaved for a much rougher sloppier one as Jungkook forced your throat to take his cock exactly the way he wanted it, you were gagging now, tears dripping down your face as you moaned on his cock. 

Swears begin to leave his lips left and right before he came you were suddenly pulled off his cock, a breath of air escaping you as you gasped out, your throat painfully stinging as you looked up at him in teary eyed confusion. 

“Sit on my face.” It was ragged, grunted command

You coughed, rubbing your throat tenderly, “Pardon?” 

“Want to suck on your clit while you finish me.”

You couldn’t even ask how that would work before Jungkook suddenly grabbed you, roughly manhandled you as you whined out, clit throbbing as he turned you around, “Jungkook…!” 

“Going to suckle this pretty clit while you suck my cock,” He pulled your thighs closer as you dropped, hands catching the bed as you whined, now within distance of his cock, head weeping precum as it faced you. 

Jungkook easily moved your thighs to either side of his face as you let out a shaky breath, you didn’t think such a lewd position could exist and yet Jungkook was surprising you with new things with each passing day.

You let out a sharp moan at his tongue suddenly pressing against your hole, tasting your arousal before sliding up your puffy slit, an even louder moan escaping you as his lips wrapped around your clit for a brief moment.

“Use your hand and your mouth,” Jungkook growled, the carnal need to cum all over your face and his patience was running thin, hand suddenly smacking your ass in prompt as you let out a loud noise.

“Mm fuck yeah, squeeze it hard,” Jungkook moaned at your hand squeezing his thick base nice and hard, lips wrapping around his tip as he began to suckle your clit once more, a lewd mixture of moans filled the air. 

Jungkook’s hands rubbed down your thighs as before he harshly smacked your right ass cheek, hips jolting as he heard a gurgled whine, your hand forcefully pumping his base with a tight squeeze as you messily bobbed your head down on his cock. 

It was difficult to focus when his tongue was swirling around your sensitive little bud, every little flick sending shocks of pleasure in your body as you whined around his cock, every little sensation of pleasure making you take him further in your mouth as you began to rock your hips against his tongue.

Jungkook allowed his tongue to still, letting your hips guide his tongue to slide through your little slit back to your clit as you moaned, your hand stroking him roughly became shorter once more as your mouth took more of him

Your voice vibrated along his shaft as you sucked against him harder, hand stroking past his base as you tenderly massaged his balls, making a grunt escape him, lips wrapping around your clit once more as you whined, Jungkook refuses to let up.

His hand suddenly smacking your left ass cheek this time, the delicious sting of pain making you moan as spit slowly trailed down his shaft, your hand becoming lubricated as it squeezed harshly against his base, pumping him roughly as if trying to milk his cock for every drop of seed.

Jungkook smacked your ass harder, the stinging pain persisting as his tongue messily swirled your clit before the palm of his hand found your ass once more and his hips lifted, his cock sliding in your mouth with a gurgle, just the feeling made him moan and before he could stop he couldn’t help himself.

Jungkook’s hips continued to thrust as he felt your mouth obediently still for him, letting him fuck your mouth, cock sliding along your warm tongue as his palm smacked your poor right asscheek, once, then twice, he could feel your gurgled moans on his cock as he continued to fuck it in your mouth before he hit a particularly sensitive spot on your ass making you squirm.

Jungkook tenderly stroked the spot as he moaned along your clit, hips lethargically thrusting as your grip on his base suddenly squeezed tighter making him grunt once more, he had surely found heaven. Even with a pounding headache still raging your sweet cunt took the edge off it.

He moaned softly feeling pleasure throbbing in waves as his cock slid along your tongue, your hand pumping his base before massaging his balls once more, he didn’t even bother to warn you, too lost in his own pleasure buried in your cunt, lapping up your clit as his eyes closed, revealing in his orgasm as he came in your mouth. 

You let out an obscene moan as you took him further, sucking his cock harsh as his own moan mixed in the air, hands stroking your ass as you sucked every drop of cum from his cock until he was too sensitive as you pulled off him.

Jungkook however was still very much enjoying your cunt, lips lazily wrapping around your clit making you squeal once finally resting against his pubic bone as your clit throbbed, his tongue abusing your little bud as he moaned, lapping and suckling it as pleasure rapidly built in your body, far more than you were used to at once.

Jungkook’s grip on your thighs tightened at the feeling of you jolting, the pleasure almost too intense as you struggled, his stubborn grip not letting you go as his tongue flattened your bud moaning as you whined out, “Mmm! Koo…! Ah…!” Your body stiffened at the way his tongue slid quickly along your sensitive clit, flicking at its sensitive spot before an even higher pitched cry left you.

Your thighs almost spreading more as your hips sudden rutted into his tongue, Jungkook moaned hands grabbing your hips in encouragement as you rutted into him further, clit throbbing in so much pleasure before you came, and it felt so good, having his warm, soft tongue continue over your clit and keep going.

Everything was becoming sensitive, even painful, but you couldn’t ask him to stop when it felt so good, Jungkook’s hands were all over your ass, petting it and squeezing the flesh in his hands as his tongue tenderly pressed into your clit, gathering the overstimulated bud in his mouth.

Your thighs were beginning to tremble as breathy whimpers escaped your lips, unable to keep yourself propped anymore as you laid against his body, letting him support you as he tongue swirled the bud that was quickly building pleasure once more, your moans were unfiltered, unholy and loud, “Koo…! Mmm’ Koo…mmm like that…”

Jungkook suckled your clit a little harder before flattening his tongue over the bud once more, clit burning in pleasure as you whined sharply, his tongue kept lapping that little sweet spot before your back began to arch, propping yourself on your forearms, hips desperately rutting his face for relief.

Feeling his tongue messily push through your slit back to your clit each time was like madness as pleasure bloomed in waves, before it finally snapped, cumming all over his tongue as you whined.

Hips unable to stop rutting as his tongue stilled for you, letting you go as long as you wanted, giving you as much pleasure as you wanted, riding your orgasm out until you felt the next one already building.

“Mmm! Koo…yeah…oh…!” you whimpered softly, eyes shut as you felt his tongue pushing and flattening onto your clit with each rut of your hips.

Every little touch had you jolting a little, thighs burning but your body unable to stop at that delicious sting of hypersensitivity, your clit aching in pleasure with each slide of friction with his tongue.

Jungkook kept your hips still as his tongue swirled around your aching bud making you moan, mumbling incomprehensible words, pleasure aching in your body as he suckled the tender bud in his mouth once more.

Jungkook was particularly tender this time, slowly coaxing the orgasm from your body, tongue making no harsh motion or movement, only pressing softly into your sweet spot each time just a little harder. 

Your body trembled as you let out a gurgled whine, pleasuring building as you felt his tongue swirl around your little hole, dragging arousal with his tongue as he lapped your clit, giving it a soft kiss before gathering the little bud into his mouth to suckle.

The gesture made your body fold, cumming from the sensation as you collapsed against him once more, eyes blurred from tears of pleasure at how good it felt, how good he made you feel.

Jungkook pressed one last kiss against your clit before he slowly peeled you off his face, his hands were gentle as he manhandled you, pulling you against his chest with a soft moan.

Kisses flustering along your collarbone as he murmured, “Mmm, my wife, mine,” his fingers squeezed against your skin, “My head is killing me.”

This caused a tired chuckle to escape your lips, curling against him as you tenderly pressed a kiss against his neck in reciprocation, “I know my love, maybe you should not drink as much tonight…?”

“I make no promises,” Jungkook murmured against your skin softly, fingers tracing the sides of your body, “Especially when you take pity on me like this.” he pressed another kiss against the side of your head, “Even moreso when you look so beautiful….” He slowly frowned, piercing eyes trailing your body as his hands feathered along your skin, “What did he want with you last night…?”

In turn you couldn’t help but frown at the memory, shifting in your husbands arms as you laid on your stomach, hand reaching out to brush the hair from his eyes, “Seokjin took me to his office to talk privately, it appears he…” You sighed, a worried look beginning to spread across your face.

“What?” Jungkook’s brows furrowed.

“While he assumed we were still a couple- there’s something else that worries me more…” You thought back to the previous night as you continued, “He mentioned having a plan…? Involving me coming here on my own and staying.” 

Jungkook frowned, laying on his back as he stared at the ceiling in thought, “That could mean many things. Even if you had come here by yourself, staying would cause uneasy tension with Penumbra.”

“And what would that lead to…?” You asked, trying to figure out just what Seokjin had planned.

Jungkook shrugged, “Seems Kimhae was willing to go to war for you.” 

“You would go to war for me?” 

Jungkook’s lips quirked as he gazed at you, his eyes full of admiration as his fingers traced along your jawline, “If you were kept here against your will, if it meant bringing you back home.” 

You couldn’t help but share a shy smile with him, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hand tracing along your back, “Still…it worries me, much tension has been detected surrounding Penumbra.” 

“What would you propose we do about this then…?” Jungkook asked. 

You chewed on your lip in thought, “Well, I already ruined any chance of Seokjin potentially giving me any information.” 

Had you played your cards a little smarter you could’ve charmed Seokjin’s little plan right out of him, granted you were sure Jungkook would’ve rather fell on his own sword before witnessing such an event, so perhaps this was for the best anyways.

This made Jungkook snort, “Made a point did you?” 

“Nothing less than a true Jeon would.” You replied, perhaps a little proud.

This made Jungkook smile, clearly enjoying the way you wore his surname, “Nothing less than I’d expect from my wife.” 

“The only way we can know for sure if Kimhae has ill intentions is if we search Seokjin’s office.” You hummed out with a nod of certainty, “If there’s information anywhere on it, it would be there.” 

“…You’re asking that we do something that would potentially land us in hot water with the royal court if we got caught…?” Jungkook hummed.

A mischievous smile tugged on your lips before you whispered out, “I’ll have you know I was very good at sneaking out.” 

“Why am I not surprised?” He looked amused, “And when do you propose we do this? Since his office is definitely not highly guarded.” 

“We’ll have to sneak away during the ball,” you answered easily, “Most of the guards and attention will be on the ballroom since so many royals and high aristocrats will be attending, should make the halls easy to navigate, and everyone will be making merry- even the staff, shouldn’t be too difficult to get to his office unnoticed.” 

Jungkook raised his brows intrigued, “Hm…so you really are a troublemaker.” 

“Are you surprised?” 

“No.” Jungkook let a sly smile tug on his lips, “Our marriage would’ve been terribly boring if you weren’t.” 

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[goosita]

attending a gala with young!politician!snow is both more and less terrifying than you’d imagined

he’d picked you up at 7pm on the dot, waiting outside of his car for you. coriolanus was dressed in all black, a departure from his usual red color palette. the moment you’d stepped outside to meet him in the dress and shoes (as well as necklace) he bought you, he’d smiled charmingly at you and offered his hand.

“you look absolutely enchanting, miss y/n,” he breathed, tone full of sincerity. you could feel your cheeks blaze at his compliment, giving a timid grin.

“thank you, coryo.”

coriolanus brightened even more, opening the back door of the car with his free hand and keeping you steady with the other as you slid in. he followed just after you, settling in beside you on the seat. now here you were, on the way to a big fancy party full of people who made more money in an hour than you did in a whole year.

“are you nervous?” he asks, glancing at you.

“absolutely terrified,” you admit with a soft laugh. “i’ve never been to anything like this. i don’t want to do or say the wrong thing.”

“you’ll be fine, i promise. just follow my lead, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

you nod, but still can’t force down all of your nerves. aside from this whole event being unfamiliar to you, you’re still jittery and unsure with coriolanus. he’s been so hard to read lately. you’re not sure if he’s just toying with you, but it feels too bold to think that perhaps he has a real interest in you either. too indulgent of your daydreams, your fantasies. you can’t seem to stop the fluttery drumming of your fingers against your thigh, until coriolanus is taking your hand and sliding his fingers between yours to stop their incessant tapping. your gaze snaps up to look at him, surprised by the touch.

“everything’s going to be okay. trust me,” he says gently, giving your hand a soft squeeze. for someone who’s last name is snow, his hands are so warm. his thumb brushes over your knuckles soothingly, looking down at you with a calm expression, and you nod. you do trust him. he adds, “i’ll be right beside you all evening.”

his promise makes you feel better, some of the tension leaving your body at both his words and his soothing touch. you glance down at your interlocked hands, his so much bigger than your own. his fingers are so long, pale and beautiful as if they were carved from marble. the veins along the top stand out, raised little rivers of blue that crawl up into his sleeve. his silver watch band rests against the delicate skin of both of your inner wrists.

once you arrive, it feels like a whirlwind of colors and lights and sounds. you find yourself dissociating from most of it, from the moment coriolanus leads you inside with a hand at the small of your back. you try to focus on the way his cologne catches your nose when he turns or moves, the familiar scent helping to ground you. the event passes in a flurry of coriolanus’s voice chatting pleasantly with Very Important Men, fond introductions of you at his side by your name and never your job title, being handed flutes of posca that you only sip on here and there. your date, however, seems to have no trouble at all socializing and sharing drinks with these people.

he’s a natural people-person. coriolanus charms and wins over just about every person he speaks to. the men respect him and listen to what he has to say, while the women giggle and let their eyes wander his face and body. you don’t like that the latter bothers you enough to sling back an entire flute of posca at one point while some district 8 office holder’s wife practically undresses coriolanus with her eyes. if he notices the female attention at all, he doesn’t show it. coriolanus simply keeps one hand planted firmly along your spine, occasionally stroking the exposed skin there softly.

finally, finally, the night comes to an end. coriolanus is loose from the bubbly drinks he’s had, making him a bit more smiley than you’re really used to. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink that spreads over the bridge of his nose and makes him glow.

“did you have fun, darling?” he asks as he gets into the car with you. while he waits for an answer, he fumbles until he finds the button that raises the privacy screen between you two and the driver.

“fun is…certainly a word,” you offer, unable to stop your grin. coriolanus seems younger like this, spine less rigid and jaw less tense. he looks his age right now, you realize.

“hm. yes, well, i don’t have much real fun these days,” he laments, undoing his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket. “especially not with a beautiful lady on my arm.”

he glances sideways at you as he says it, sly smirk making his smile line in his cheek stand out. you resist the urge to reach out and touch it, instead looking down at your hands in your lap. you never know what exactly to say when coriolanus says things like that. you’re not sure if he’s being sincere, or if it’s just meaningless flirting to him.

he says your name softly when you avert your eyes, gingerly lifting your chin. “look at me, darling,” he whispers. he’s turned his body to face you fully now. his eyes search your face for a long moment before they trail down, landing on the snowflake pendant resting between your collarbones. his finger trails a path down your throat before tracing around the charm.

“it suits you,” he murmurs. the air in the car is suddenly so very warm, electric with the energy between the two of you. he’s so close to you, you wonder if he can hear your heart racing right now. if he knows its because of him.

“coryo,” you exhale, breath trembling slightly. you feel his touch again against your cheek, cradling it softly in his palm. his eyes seem to almost glow in the low light, the streetlights you pass making them appear almost translucent when they reflect off his irises. you both lean in simultaneously, eyes fluttering closed.

the first brush of coriolanus’s lips is soft, curious even. as if he’s giving you the chance to push him away. instead, you sigh and melt into him. his free hand comes to rest on your waist, squeezing softly as he kisses you more firmly when you don’t pull away. his mouth is plush and slick against your own, tasting like the sugary posca he’d drank.

you lose yourself to his kisses, slow and languid and indulgent, making you dizzy with how good it feels. coriolanus slides his hand down from your waist to your hip, then further down to tease at the slit in your dress that splits over your thigh. his teeth nip at your lip playfully, and he smiles against your mouth when you gasp at the way his fingers curl behind your knee to hitch your leg up over his own.

he encourages you to move so you can straddle him, sitting pretty in your silky dress on his lap. your hands land on his broad shoulders while his lips parts from yours, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses along your neck. his tongue drags along the side of your throat, making you shiver and moan softly.

“there’s a good girl,” he mutters, hands smoothing up and down your thighs that splay over his. “you make such pretty sounds for me.”

coriolanus’s words make you feel lightheaded, paired with his wandering touch and exploratory kisses. you shift in his lap just slightly, gasping softly when you feel how hard he is beneath you. his cock presses into the apex of your thighs, his hips pushing up subtly. he lets out a quiet groan, the hottest sound you’ve ever heard. the uncontrolled noise spurs you on, gives you the nerve to cup his jaw and bring his mouth back to yours and demand more of his heated kisses.

“stay with me tonight, my darling,” he pleads, panting against your mouth.

“yes.”

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chapter 1 — red suit

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“what the hell is going on?” was all you could say as you entered your co-star’s dressing room with a half empty coffee cup.

adam looked like he was on the verge of killing someone, sera was looking at him disapprovingly, emily looked so lost and confused, and lute was recording with her phone. they all looked over at you briefly but shifted their focus on adam when he ultimately decided to continue his little hissy fit.

“i am not doing that fucking interview with him!” to further emphasize his anger he threw a middle finger when alastor’s face came on the small tv screen in the dressing room. you only raised a bemused brow before setting your things down beside lute.

“soooo,” you stretch your legs and throw the girl beside you a smile, “what’s gotten your boss so out of sorts at 6 in the evening?” lute let out a chortle before readjusting the phone she held in her hands. “he doesn’t want to do the interview.” you wanted to ask more, but the shoe that was sent flying just over your head had you shutting up. 

“this is where you come in, my dear friend.” a shiver went up your spine when a familiar arm swung around your shoulders. tufts of white hair loosely tied in a ponytail paired with blue eyes slotted himself in front of you. “and how exactly am i supposed to do about…” you awkwardly gesture your hands in adam’s direction who is now holding one of your props – a silver sword you’re supposed to use in the next episode – in his hands. flinging the thing around, threatening to put someone in a coma with the way he was using it.

the way azrail grinned at you made you slightly regret coming to this dressing room after multiple sos messages emily had sent you earlier.

“because you will be taking his spot in the interview!”

the color from your face was drained and the smile on your lips began to twitch, threatening to fall apart with how azrail had started to drag you up from your seat and in the direction of his hair and makeup artist.

“says who?!” you shout in protest, trying to pry your poor wrist away from your supposed bodyguard. 

“says me!”  

you’ll have to talk with your scriptwriter and convince them to allow you to throw azrail into hell.

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“we’re going live in 20… 19.. 18..”

you only sigh exasperatedly. arms crossed over your chest as you tried your best to beg sera and emily to get you out of this situation despite it being too late. in the blink of an eye, you had been seated in the chair right in front of azrail’s makeup artist, trying her best to put together a simple look for you while you had tried to claw at the man beside you.

now here you were, standing backstage with one of the managers offering you a smile as you shifted from one foot to another to quench the bubbling nervousness that began to form in the pit of your stomach. the backstage was a lot bigger than you expected, it had a full body mirror right where you were situated, so you took this chance to fully soak in what you were dressed in.

your hair was in its usual hairstyle but what stood out was the bright red shirt you wore that was a size bigger than you. the sleeves hang loosely in your arms but the black vest you wore over it somehow balanced it out. paired with some black slacks and shoes, and the gold accessories – your earrings, belt and bracelets adam was kind enough to lend you made the overall outfit very put together.

“going live in 10.. 9… 8..”

“are you ready?” the manager had asked you, pressing a finger to the in-ear she wore. taking a deep breath you nodded. “ready.”

“lights, camera, and action!”

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to say you were entertained was an understatement, you were wholly enjoying your time with the man clad in a somewhat matching red suit that sat beside you. with his hair styled to the side - a few loose curls escaping - and his dapper red suit truly made you realize how much the color red suited him.

alastor was just as charming as the media presented him. you were slightly worried about how your interactions would go, after all, you didn’t know him besides the times you’d see him on tv, and even in those times adam would never fail to situate himself in front of the tv screen and flip it off. but so far, you hadn’t felt the slightest bit awkward. you, him, and the host glided from one question to another, laughing here and there whenever he cracked a little joke or pun and you wouldn’t fail to add a quip of your own.

“but i must admit, it is quite a surprise.” the host said, his hands rubbing at his chin in curiosity. “i was informed that adam would be the one to attend this interview! oh but of course, i don’t mind you replacing him, [name].”

you only laugh, crossing your leg over the other as you make yourself comfortable on the sofa. pushing away the stray hair that fell over your face, you answer the man in an amused smile, “i didn’t expect to be sitting here myself! emy had sent a few messages saying she needed help with something. i didn’t think what she needed help with was finding adam a substitute.”

“and you were the candidate?”

“unfortunately.” you roll your eyes when you catch a glimpse of adam flipping you off backstage. azrail holding in his laugh and throwing you a thumbs-up. leaning over to grab the cup placed atop the coffee table, you stop mid-sip when you hear your co-star laugh lightly beside you. you raise a brow, a smile breaking from your features, “what? finding my demise funny?”

alastor chuckles along with the crowd. you’ve already lost count of how many times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight. clearing his throat, you set your cup down and slightly turned to him, “but of course not! what kind of gentleman would i be to laugh at a poor soul’s misery. especially if it was caused by someone like adam.”

you laugh at that comment. “but it would suit your character, actually,” you say. “should i feel nervous that the infamous radio demon is now sitting beside me?”

you couldn’t help the way your grin grew wider, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling too much, as his eyebrows raised in entertainment at your comment. alastor sighed dramatically, shaking his head back and forth with his fingers pressed into his forehead. 

“fear not, my dear! i’m not as bad as some people may say.” his brown eyes were shaped like little crescents because of the smile on his face. “though i have to admit, not very many people stay as calm and cool-headed as you when they first interact with me.” somehow his smile grew wider, “you are certainly one of a kind.” he mutters to you when he picks up your hand and presses a soft peck on your knuckles.

“don’t listen to a fucking word he says!”

the two of you look at each other briefly before bursting out laughing, your hand still in his all the while. streams of curses, laughter, and lectures could be heard from backstage as you and alastor try to fight off the bubbling giggles from your throats.

“now, pray to tell,” you turn to alastor with an amused smile. “what did you do to adam to have him not turn up in this interview?”

alastor laughed, eyes crinkling intro crescents by sheer amusement.

“let’s just say,” he readjusted his tie and stared directly into your eyes as if challenging you to try and maintain eye contact. “this radio demon garnered more votes than the first man in the latest popularity poll.”

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“i have to say, the media has not done you any justice in regards to that ever appealing moxie of yours my dear.”

you turn around to be met with the devil your little group has been talking about. gone was the red blazer and vest he wore in the interview, now he was left wearing his white shirt with that black bow tie of his.

“speak of the devil, and he shall arrive.” he laughs at your remark. “missed me already?” you ask playfully, cocking your head to the side just to be extra as azrail laughed at you to which you replied with a slight stomp on the foot.

“oh fuck you that hurts.” the man glared at you, clutching his now sore foot while you just stuck out your tongue at him childishly. you only snapped out of your banter when you heard the man in front of you chuckle again.

“ah it seems like i’ve been caught red-handed.” he sighed dramatically, throwing up both his hands in mock defeat making you snicker. “would you ever be so kind as to lend this man a bit of your presence?”

“hmm, i don’t know.” you put your hand to your mouth to not make the grin creeping up to your face so obvious. “my hands are, well, currently full as of now.” turning to your co-stars waiting for you in the dressing room, you revel in the slight pout on the man’s lips. though by no means was it genuine - you know that it is all in playful jest but regardless you throw him a smile. “how about we chat some other time?” you suggest.

“delightful! i’ll see you soon then, dear!” without another word, alastor turned on his heel, waving exaggeratedly at you as you let out another laugh.

when you turn around the sight of emily and azrail grinning at you while adam sneers, you tilt your head in confusion. “what?” you ask. the first two only shrug their shoulders, seemingly speaking telepathically when their eyes met and their grins grew wider. “and you?” you turn to adam. “what’s gotten your dick up in a twist?”

“fuckin’ traitors, don’t rock!” 

you just snickered as you made your way inside the dressing room, starting to take off the accessories and putting them back in adam’s little jewelry box.

“sooo,” a voice spoke from behind you. “a date with the radio demon, huh?”

you only sighed half-heartedly when azrail has once again draped his arm over your shoulders.

“it was a lot easier than i expected. and its not a date.”

you wanted to punch that teasing shit-eating grin on his face after that.

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Take a Break

Summary: As news breaks of an assassin targeting Senators in Coruscant, each Senator is assigned a Jedi for protection detail. Anakin Skywalker, a young Jedi knight has been taking his job protecting you very seriously. He grew on you, and finally let you convince him to take a break.

Warnings: flirty Anakin, then protective and serious Anakin, blood, guilt - gif not mine

A meeting of the senators had just come to a close, the heavily armed room now leaving. Anakin Skywalker stood behind you the whole time, he didn’t make any commentary, not even a face as you argued endlessly with another senator. You couldn’t understand why anyone would want to prolong this war any longer. And you were mad.

You stood up quickly from your seat, your long evergreen colored dress swaying with your movements. The dress was nothing short of bothersome. It was exceptionally long, having a train, the sleeves fell so low around your hands, and the open back made a chill constantly run down your spine. You’re sure Anakin could sense how angry you were, and he learned in the past months of being with you to not ask. You’d come to him when you’re ready to explode, and he would sit down and listen to everything you had to say. He never disagreed, and often offered his own input.

“I cannot believe this is what we’ve come to!” You almost shouted while reentering your apartment. Chancellor Palpatine had each senator moved when these assassination attempts came to light. You left your small, homely apartment to get moved into a bigger one higher up. It had another room, as Anakin also stayed in this apartment to monitor you around the clock. It didn’t bother you, and he insisted it didn’t bother him. Of course, it was his job, but you’re sure the poor guy wanted alone time.

“I’m surprised you didn’t combust on the spot, Senator Y/L/N.” He joked lightly, though this was not the right time for it. You shot him a glare, which caused his smile to go into a smirk. He knew when he struck a nerve, he became very good at doing in these long months. “Alright, alright. I agree with you, you just need to get others to agree.”

“I cannot get others to agree when everyone’s head is so far up their own ass!” You shouted, forcefully ripping pins out of your hair, letting in fall down your back, finally providing  much needed warmth. 

“Senator,” Anakin said. 

“We’ve been over this. No senator talk when it’s just the two of us, please Anakin. I need one person to treat me normally.” 

“Your wish is my command, Y/N.” 

He was resting against the back of the couch, his arms crossed. His mechanical fingers moved with the utmost precision. 

“Does it ever, hurt?” You asked lightly, not wanting to offend. 

“My arm?” He questions, although he already knew that was what you were talking about. You nodded, staying silent. 

“Sometimes, other times I barley notice I’m without a limb. Depends on how busy you keep me.” He spoke calmly, another signature smirk on his face. You pursed your lips at the comment, but then again, what else did you expect to hear from him?  His laugh rang out clear as day, his arms moving to grip the edges of the couch. 

“You’re almost as infuriating as them.” You accused, trying to balance as you unlaced the summer styled wedges that adorned your tired feet. 

“You wound me.” 

“Good.” 

“Maker, you look like a baby trying to take its first steps.” 

You huffed, getting more irritated. You didn't want to bend over, not with him in front of you, and not with the low cut bodice dress you had on. So balancing on one foot while bringing the other up was the best solution in this current state. He knelt down in front of you, looking as if he was about to propose and confess his undying love for you. But his mouth stayed shut, lips still twisted into a light smirk. His mechanical arm reached out for your ankle, taking it softly, and resting your shoe clad foot on his thigh. 

Your dress slid, exposing your entire leg and pretty high up on your thigh. Although it was a beautiful dress, the low cut front, exposed back, and high cut slit made you question if you were ever going to wear it again. A common dress back home, wasn’t so common on Coruscant. 

You wanted to look away as he unlaced your shoes, if he looked up and saw the blush on your cheeks you knew it was over. He’d never let you live this down. But you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. Not as he gently placed your foot back down, reaching for the other. 

“Do this often?” You asked, trying to split the tension with some humor. 

“Would you be surprised to hear that you’re the first?” His breath tickled your leg, and you were sure he saw the goosebumps that it caused crawl across your skin. 

“Yes, actually. I would.” 

“Well I’m sorry darling,” He started, the name catching you off guard. “But with all my watching out for you, I haven’t much time to myself.” He dropped your foot back down to the ground, grabbing your shoes and stood back up. 

“Trust me, Anakin. If I had my way you’d be out fighting on who knows what planet. Not here, wasting away day after day.”

“I don’t consider protecting you wasting away.” 

“I know, which I’m extremely grateful for. But still, you’re a Jedi Knight, not a guard. They shouldn’t treat you as such. You should be off on the front lines somewhere, actually doing something for us.” 

“I’ve been gone for a long time, it’s good to be back home. Plus I needed a break, I haven’t been able to relax since I was living on Tatooine.” 

“Relax? I didn't even know you knew such a word.” 

“Oh please, despite all you’ve heard about me I can relax.” 

“Would you like to know how I relax?” You asked, not even caring if he didn't. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “I get out of this stuffy apartment.” 

Anakin rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I’m afraid that is a non negotiable activity. We haven’t found who is behind these attacks, and until we do you are not going anywhere.” 

“Well, I’ve heard there are some beautiful gardens the Jedi-” 

“No. Absolutely not.” 

“I’ve got you. What can happen?” You asked him. “Plus, only a Jedi can access these gardens I’ve heard about.” 

“Those gardens are used for meditation. And I don’t believe Master Yoda or Master Windu would view kindly any sort of distraction.”

“Oh, so I’m a distraction?” 

You couldn't imitate the look on his face if you tried, the eye roll and tight smirk. 

“Take a break, Anakin. You’ve been at this for so long, nothing is going to happen in...” you thought for a minute. “20 minutes.” 

“20 minutes?” 

“In and out.” You say, getting excited he was considering it. “I just need something other than meetings, angry senators, and this stuffy apartment. So, I’m going somewhere tonight, with or without you.” 

His eyes ran you up and down. Your dress perfectly hugged your figure, you were shorter than him, not by much. Your tan long legs made up for a lot of your height, although he never understood how you always managed to look so sun kissed. It’s not like you had much time to lounge around, especially not since the war started. 

“In and out, and I mean it. I get one inkling of a feeling, and we’re done.” 

“As you command, general.” You whispered, walking towards your room to change.

“Isn’t it me that is supposed to convince you to break the rules? This doesn’t seem like you, Senator.” The title rolled off his lips like honey, and your spine tingled. 

“It does seem to be backwards.” You admitted, realizing that ever since you were appointed this position, you seemed to become a different person. “But where’s your sense of adventure, Skywalker?” 

He watched you walk, you could feel his eyes boring into your back. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but your ‘bodyguard’ was starting to feel a little bit more like a crush than he should. 

Within a flash you slipped the dress from your shoulders and stepped out of it. It felt nice to put on a pair of pants, felt like such a mundane thing, but one you cherished. Although you would agree you had quite the knack for being a part of the senate, it wasn’t where you wanted to live forever. Traveling to all the planets, touching the stars. That’s what sounded like a life, not arguing with opposing sides. 

You glanced at yourself before leaving the bedroom, you looked normal. Pants, a black jacket, pair of old working boots. You didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. 

“Are you ready?” Anakin’s voice ripped you out of your headspace. You didn’t even hear the knock, but his knuckles where resting against your door. 

“Yes.” You say with a smile, slipping past him in the doorframe and heading out of the apartment. 

Little did you know, he did cherish spending all his time with you. He had learned a lot, seen a lot, met a lot of important people. But most importantly he gained a friend, someone who understood him, who listened to every feeling he had. Someone he had grown to admire, someone he had grown attached too. One of the first important rules of the Jedi, and he broke it. Broke it trying to do a job given to him by the Jedi. He spent long nights gazing out into the distance of Coruscant, telling himself, convincing himself that this wasn’t right. He was given a job, an order, and he was starting to let this job personally affect him. He never wanted to let you out of his sight, whether it be his job, or not. 

But, little did Anakin Skywalker know, that you felt the same. 

In the beginning it was a tad tedious in your mind to have a 24/7 bodyguard. The constant communication every second, the constant shadow following you to meetings. But over these looming months, he had been a constant. You knew he was there, and always would be. No matter the Chancellor, no matter the outer rim, it was just him and you. 

As he escorted you to the gardens, it was hard to miss the lack of people around. Although yes, this was secluded, there was no one. No stray Jedi wandering about. It was silent, eerily so. By the look that homed in on Anakin’s face, you could guess he was feeling the same. His brows furrowed together, and his fists clenched tightly to his sides. 

“Is everything alright?” You almost whispered it, as if you weren’t supposed to talk. 

“Something about this isn't right.” He commented, eyes scanning the gardens. We hadn’t even entered them,  only standing in the doorway. The sight of green was overwhelming, it filled your heart with some hope. 

“It looks like home.” You whispered, this time not because you were worried if anyone would overhear, but because emotions clouded all your senses. You ignored Anakin’s voice, not purposely, but you couldn’t help just staring at what’s in front of you. 

“Y/N, we need to go.” 

You turned your head toward him, but everything happened before you could even move a finger. He moved, rushing in front of you, reaching for the lightsaber hooked to his belt. A blaster fired, the hit meant for you. There was a wind as Anakin hit the ground. The assassin fled, but that was the last thing you had on your mind. The only thing you could wrap your head around was the man laying on the ground in front of you, a blaster shot through his chest.

You started to scream, you screamed for help, hoping someone would round that corner. Hoping someone needed a late night meditation session.

“Y/N,” Anakin said softly, face scrunching with pain. You looked at him, you didn’t know when you crouched down but you held a type grip on his hand.

“We have to get you up, we need to find someone.” You started saying, but your words were getting stuck in your throat. “Please, please Anakin. I have to get you up.”

“I’m sorry, Senator Y/L/N. But you need to go, that assassin could still be around. I will not take the risk of him finding you alone. You need to leave.”

“I am not leaving without you.”

This groans intensified, and a light layer of sweat started to appear at his forehead. You knew this wasn’t good, you knew he needed help, and he needed it now. His Jedi robes were burned through, but the smell of flesh was fresh enough to make your nose crinkle. You wiped his longer hair out of his eyes, and stood up. Legs shaking, and breathing heavy you went to reach for his arms.

“Y/N. You need to leave. Go. Now. That’s an order.”

“Last time I checked, General. You cannot order me around. We are getting you up and we are getting out of here.”

He groaned loudly again as you tried to pull him up, you got him to a sitting position, but he wasn’t budging any further than that.

You kneeled in front of him, exposing your back to whoever just had tried to kill you. But you didn’t care about that, the only possible thing you could think of was Anakin Skywalker.

“Anakin. Get up. NOW. We don’t have time, I need to get you up and get you help. I can drag you the whole way once you’re standing, but I need you to help me.” You pleaded, one of your hands resting against the back of his shoulder, helping keeping him propped up, the other rubbing soft circles on his cheek with your thumb. “If you do not get up,” you started to say. “I will be forced to stay here with you, assassin nearby or not. I will not leave you alone, and if you die, then i’ll die out here with you.”

Trying to convince a stubborn man to listen to you was not the easiest task. But the threat of staying here was enough to panic him into helping you get him to stand. By whatever power you possessed, you managed to get him standing. He screamed in pain, his jaw clamped down tight, and his nostrils flared.

“Y/N.” He whispered as you linked your arm around his back, throwing his left arm over your shoulder. “Y/N.” He said again, his tone more urgent.

“I’m not leaving you behind so I’d just drop that if I were you.” You snapped, focusing on starting to drag him out of the gardens.

“They’re back. I can feel them.”

“The assassin?” You asked, your heart beat starting to race as you already knew that was the answer.

Before he could answer you, a familiar voice came from Anakin’s wrist. The com link. How could you forget about that?

“Anakin, Anakin.” It was Obi-wan.

You grabbed his wrist, ready to quickly tell him where you guys were, and that you needed help, and fast.

“Obi-wan, we are at the gardens. Anakin is hurt badly, we need -“

“Say another word and I’ll kill you both.” It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, having a blaster pressed to your back. But it wasn’t one that you ever wanted to deal with again.

The assassin stood tall behind both you and Anakin. You let go of the com link, hearing Obi-wan’s panicked voice still coming in.

“Senator Y/L/N? Senator? Can you hear me?”

“Turn around slowly Senator, and drop the Jedi.”

Anakin’s spine snapped up straight. His eyes going cold, and his breathing even more intense than it previously was. Whatever pain he was feeling, the burning wound on his right peck was no longer existent in his mind.

“Run, Y/N.” He whispered, unhooking his arm from around your shoulders. Anakin turned, shoving both his hands in front of him as the assassin flew backwards. “GO.” As Anakin drew his lightsaber, stumbling slightly, you turned and ran towards the council room. Someone had to be there, Obi-wan had to be coming once he heard about Anakin.

Your body came to a screeching halt as the sounds of blaster fire rang from behind you. Anakin.

You turned back around, determined to do something. What, you didn’t know. You weren’t a Jedi, you didn’t have the force, a lightsaber, you didn’t even have a blaster on you. You were utterly defenseless. Yet, still you ran in his direction. You shouldn’t have left him, why did you leave him?

“Senator!” It was Obi-wan’s voice. You turned towards him, tears prickling in your eyes. He wasn’t alone, Mace Windu and Yoda trailed behind him. Lightsabers drawn except for Yoda. You couldn’t pull your body away from where Anakin was. Your feet were frozen, but your mind was running wild. Obi-wan and Windu ran past you.

“Senator Y/L/N, with me you must come.” You knew he could tell you weren’t psychically hurt, but mentally you were battling yourself. You wanted to go to him, needed to see him. “Taken care of, he will be. Protect you, we must.” You knew he was right, and as the blaster fire finally ceased, you turned towards Yoda.

“Master Yoda,” You started saying. He just nodded, and motioned for you to walk. Your feet stayed planted, all your weight leaning forward, still ready to run in the direction of Anakin. But it was eerily silent again, and you were struck with the overwhelming feeling that you could have lost him.

“Come, meet them in medical bay we shall.” You knew there was no point in arguing with him, he’s far too wise to argue with. You silently nodded, ripping your head from Anakin’s direction and walking with Yoda.

You sat in the same chair for hours. Although to you, it felt as though days have passed. Yoda sat you down and stayed with you for a while, which you assured him was unnecessary. The threat was eliminated, which means not only are you in any harm, but also that there would no longer be a need for Anakin being with you.

“Alone right now, I do not think you should be.”

“With all due respect Master Yoda, alone is all I want to be right now.”

“Fine he will be. Guilt, you have. Very troubling indeed, but not your fault, this was.”

“He’s been with me every day, every minute, for the past couple months. Knowing his reputation I thought he’d get bored and break the orders he was given. But he never did. This was my fault, I asked him to take me there. I wasn’t listening when he said there was a threat. I did this.”

“You did nothing, Senator.” Obi-Wan spoke, although you didn’t even notice when he walked in. “This is no one’s fault. He followed orders, he protected you, also allowing us to catch this assassin.”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair.

“Maybe you should get some rest, Senator.” Obi-wan suggested.

“I want to see him.” You said, ignoring his comment completely. You weren’t trying to be rude, and all three of you knew that. But you couldn’t erase the rush of terror that filled your body when the events of the night unfolded before you.

“One must be mindful of their feelings.” Yoda said, studying me.

“I’m no Jedi, Master Yoda. I respect you, I respect all the Jedi for what they do. Anakin and I were pushed together by the councils doing. And in these long months he became my friend. So I mean no offense when I say tonight, I don’t have to mindful of a damn thing. I want to see him, I need to see my friend.”

You’ve heard about Yoda’s extraordinary wisdom and ability to read people. So he could probably read right through you now. Something about the young General made your heart skip a beat, yes, he was your friend, one of your best friends. But he was something more, a bit of happiness, and he reminded you of home.

You could sense Obi-wan and Yoda gazing at each other, a silent conversation over what to do.

“I’ll take you to him.” Obi-wan finally spoke, offering a soft smile. You only nodded, no longer trusting your voice.

The walk was silent, but quick. You had been ushered to change earlier, Anakin’s blood on your other set of clothes. The blue dress was simple, but elegant. More acceptable to see a senator in versus pants. As you came to the door Obi-wan stopped in front of it.

“He’s a little out of it, but shouldn’t cause an issue.”

“This is Anakin Skywalker, when has he not caused an issue?” You quipped.

“Right as always, Senator Y/L/N.” Over the months Obi-wan had also become more present in your life. Of course, not as much as Anakin, but you noticed him around more. You tried to get him to just call you by your first name, no formalities, but it never worked. Obi-wan was a rule follower, a senator you’d always be to him. As Master Kenobi walked away, you stood in the doorway and stared at him. He was sitting up right, and not bandaged like you thought. The wound looked more healed, like it happened weeks ago. It was still an angry shade of red, but it looked … old.

“Force healing.” He said calmly. You looked up towards him, peeling your eyes away from his chest.

“Ani- I.” You started your apology to him.

“Don’t. I don’t need an apology, and I don’t want to hear one.”

“You could have died. You could have died because I pushed you to do something. I pushed you when all you wanted to do was keep me safe.”

“I did my job, and even if it wasn’t my job, I would still do the exact same thing. If you haven’t picked up on that already, I’m afraid you aren’t using your head Senator.”

“You’re never allowed to do that again. Do you hear me?”

He chuckled, his normal, sassy, Anakin chuckle.

“Come here, Y/N.”

You sat down on the bed, slightly facing him. You didn’t want to stare at his chest, but it was right in front of you. His skin tanned, and his muscles rippled around with each breath he took. But you also didn’t want to stare at the wound.

“Thank you.” You whispered, looking down to your fingers. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for. I did it today, and I would do it all over again tomorrow. If that’s what it takes to know you’re protected. That’s the price I’d pay, because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you’re safe.”

“So stay with me. Don’t go, just live with me, be with me.” He was silent for a moment, taking in the words you effortlessly spoke.

“You know for a Senator you sure wear your feelings on your sleeve.”

“You know for a Jedi you have formed an attachment.” He laughed, a wince of pain flashed across his face but he barely let it show.

“Will you always fight me, Senator?”

“Until my last breath.” You confessed. He smiled, motioning you towards him.

“You sure you could keep this a secret?” He questioned, causing you to scoff.

“Yes.” You responded. “But only if you could keep this secret.” Before giving him the chance to respond, you turned his face towards yours and pressed your lips against his. They were softer than you’d think for a man who was just shot, and you smiled. You could feel him smile too, pulling back ever so slightly to gaze at your face.

“I don’t know if I can keep this secret, I must find a way to keep my mouth occupied so I won’t spill.”

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” You say, holding back a laugh.

“Kiss me, darling.”

This was Anakin Skywalker. The man, the myth, the legend. A name known in every corner of the galaxy. And you couldn’t be any happier to have his lips pressed against yours.

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[prettyprettypaci2]

Therapy - Part 3

💕 Part 1 💕 Part 2 💕

"So...are you going to introduce me to your little friend?"

You take a deep breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth, unintentionally slobbering drool around the shield of your giant pink pacifier. It had been a while since your last all-day therapy session, and you realize you had actually been looking forward to it. Sure, you hate reliving the humiliation your step-mom and step-sisters put you through, but Miss Heather is the only person in the world you can talk to about it without fear of being punished.

Today had been an emotional rollercoaster already. You look down at the outfit your step-mom dressed you in and remember how relieved you were when you saw it. A deep magenta shirt with long sleeves and bright denim shortalls keep you more covered up than you're used to. The fat disposable diaper taped to your hips bulges comically in the seat, but at least it isn't on open display like when you wear a short dress. The simple ponytail tied off with a powder-blue scrunchie is a bit childish, but far less embarrassing than the ribbons and curls your step-sisters normally inflict on your hair. You're barely aware that you've been alternating feet as you sit, balancing on each heel of your pink strappy sandals before gently bringing your toe to the floor.

But then you recall how your face collapsed when your step-mom presented the "little friend" you'd be bringing to therapy. You glance over at him: a crumpled heap on the floor where you had thrown him when you waddled into Miss Heather's office. His glassy black eyes, bigger than golf balls, seem to stare into your soul. His perpetual smile is eerily empty.

"Iz jus uh tuddy bwar," you reply stupidly, muffled by the fat nipple of the pacifier. The color drains out of your face like water through a sieve. How in the world did you forget you had the pacifier in your mouth? Its massive rubber nipple used to be a tool to ensure you stayed quiet during periods of reflection. Miss Heather now makes you suckle it just about any time you aren't speaking. The bobbing rhythm "calibrates your internal clock," she says, and keeps your brain from processing feelings too quickly. Still, it scares you how normal it's come to feel in your mouth.

You scan Miss Heather's face for the expected giggle or teasing smile at your ridiculous babbling. But she simply nods with understanding and repeats your words, as if interpreting a troublesome accent. "It's just a teddy bear?"

You push the pacifier out of your mouth with the flat of your tongue, catching it clumsily in your palm. You have to replace it so often that it isn't worth setting down, so you just let it dangle from your fingers by the pink plastic ring whenever it's time to talk.

"Yes," you reply tersely, embarrassed and defensive. "My step-mom forced me to bring it."

"What's his name?" Miss Heather asks with a little too much enthusiasm. It's as if she's asking you about a secret crush.

"It doesn't have one," you lie. In fact, it was Lauren who had christened the teddy as she buckled you into the back seat of the van this morning.

"Oh? You ought to come up with a name then! I'm sure your step-mom would approve. I'll be sure to mention it to her --"

"It's MR. KAZOO, okay?" You half-yell, burying your face in your hands. The nipple of the pink pacifier squishes against your cheek. "It's a dumb stuffed bear I have to drag around everywhere, because my family wants me to be humiliated and I stopped complaining about my diapers!" You spread your baby-pink nails to glare at Miss Heather from behind your hands. "Because of you."

Miss Heather is normally immune to your outbursts, never reacting emotionally. But for the first time you can remember, she looks a bit hurt.

"You think because I helped you feel a little better about your diapers, things got worse for you?"

You drop your hands and stare at the blank TV screen on the wall. In the moment of silence, you realize you've already stuffed the pacifier back into your mouth. Even when you get angry at Miss Heather -- even when your instinct is to rebel and deprive her of a victory -- she seems to have you wrapped around her little finger. You suckle furiously.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Miss Heather goes on, setting her pad down and pulling a knee up onto her chair. "I've been so proud of you, you know. These last few weeks, you've talked about your diapers less and less. You don't try so hard to hide them when you're wearing dresses. I know you still wish you didn't have to wear them, but the acceptance of your situation is a real sign of maturity."

You blush.

"And for that, I owe you a bit of honesty," she continues. "The teddy bear was my idea."

Your head swivels back to Miss Heather in a snap. "Yo adee?!" You babble through the pacifier, again forgetting its weight on your tongue. You turn your head and spit it onto the couch, your ponytail whipping wildly. "YOUR idea? Why would you do that?! Are you trying to ruin my life too?!"

"Please calm down," Miss Heather says, politely but firmly. "You're building up a lot of energy. Get up and walk around for a few minutes, I want to explain but I need you to be calm."

You clack the heels of your pink strappy sandals against the hardwood and rise to your feet. Normally you hate the clip-clop of your ridiculous shoes on this floor, but there's an aggression to it that suddenly feels good. You stomp around the back of the couch you were sitting on, clack over to the door, then clunk across the room to the TV. In a moment of emotion, you walk over to the teddy bear and bury your heel into its stupid head. Mr. Kazoo stares up at you blankly, smiling and unharmed. You feel unsatisfied.

Finally, you clack back over to the couch and collapse onto the seat, still breathing heavily. Miss Heather looks at you with concern before bunching her fingers together and tapping her lips twice in succession. You grumpily pick up the pacifier and let it fill up your mouth again.

"Thank you for using your energy in a healthy way," Miss Heather says sincerely. "Believe it or not, you actually showed me one of the reasons I thought a teddy could help you. While I don't think kicking is a solution to any problem, you got to interact with Mr. Kazoo in a way you never get to interact with the people in your life. You don't talk to your friends anymore because you're too embarrassed about your diapers and outfits. You don't talk to your step-mom because you resent her for the rules she makes. You don't talk to your step-sisters because they tease you, and you only get to talk to me a few times a month."

You suckle cautiously.

"One of the reasons you get so angry is because all these negative feelings just swirl around inside you with nowhere to run. The bad experiences replay in your brain over and over, filling in details, reinforcing each other destructively. Mr. Kazoo is here to take in all those dark thoughts for you. He'll listen to every word, day or night. He'll hold you for comfort, he'll soak up your tears, and yes," she smiles. "He can take a kick or two."

There's a pause, and you're not sure if Miss Heather is expecting you to talk. The sloppy sound of your suckling fills the room. You eye the teddy bear suspiciously, still unsure if this is some trick to get you to degrade yourself further. Several minutes pass.

"Or," Miss Heather adds, finally breaking the silence. "If you like sucking on your pacifier this much, I'll let you do that for the rest of today's session instead."

You groan inwardly. Even with all the "practice" you've been getting, you couldn't stand suckling a pacifier in silence for the next several hours. You wrap a finger around the pink plastic ring and extract it in defeat.

"What am I supposed to say to it?"

"You should call him by his name," Miss Heather corrects you gently. "For this type of therapy, it's important that you think of him as a friend and not just an object. Why don't you join him on the floor?"

Feeling utterly ridiculous but knowing better than to argue, you slide your diapered butt off the couch and waddle awkwardly over to where Mr. Kazoo is lounging on the floor. With Miss Heather's encouragement, you lie down across his tummy and look at his vacant, grinning face.

"Uh...hi." You say sheepishly, already feeling like the world's biggest fool. The bear, as expected, does not react.

"Why don't you tell him about the time Olivia locked you out of the house in just your diaper?" Miss Heather suggests.

"But -- "

"And make sure you call him by his name."

And so the hours pass with you talking more than you can ever remember talking. The stories of your step-sisters' cruelty and your step-mom's punishments grow in length and intensity. On and on, you yap and yammer to this giant stuffed bear. And with each new topic, at Miss Heather's urging, you address your new best friend by his proper name.

"Mr. Kazoo, I feel so gross when Lauren pins me down and makes me smell my messy diapers."

"Mr. Kazoo, I really hate wearing frilly dresses and dorky pigtails."

"Mr. Kazoo, Olivia always grabs my nose and forces me to drink sooooo much water."

"Mr. Kazoo, I hate that I cry so much when my step-mom spanks my bottom."

You vaguely hear Miss Heather mention stepping out for her afternoon break, but still you continue to chat with Mr. Kazoo. You actually feel a bit more freedom now, knowing you're alone with him.

"Mr. Kazoo, I don't like that I'm getting so used to sucking pacifiers."

"Mr. Kazoo, sometimes I realize my diaper is wet but I don't remember when I peed."

"Mr. Kazoo, can I tell you a secret? I'm about to pee in my diaper right now. Please never ever tell..."

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💕 Part 4 💕

#ab dl diaper #ab dl lifestyle #ab dl mommy #diaper sissy #diaper bulge #diaper training #diaper pee

[natswifeysblog15]

Halloween and Confessions

Summary: You convince your best friend to dress up with you for Halloween

Words: 907

Warnings: Angst just a bit, happy ending :)

October is one of your favorite months. The color of the leaves changing, pumpkin patches, baking nights with your best friend, and most importantly the annual Halloween Party thrown by none other than Tony Stark. You love getting dressed up and you never miss a Halloween party, this year you wanted to do matching costumes but it took some convincing to your best friend. Wanda is more laid back and hates big crowds, typically she would skip out on a party like this and would rather cuddle up and watch sitcoms. 

“I promise it will be fun and if you dress up with me I’ll watch all the sitcoms you want for as long as I live.” You try to persuade, you were pitching going as angel and devil since red has always been her color, plus you only have a day until the party and it is the easiest costume to come up with in such short notice. 

“Not happening Y/n,” she quickly shuts you down and makes her way to her room. You follow closely behind listing all the reasons why it would be fun but to each reason she finds a counterargument.

“Pleaseeeeee,” you tackle her onto her bed ending on top. You straddle her hips and pin her down, “I’m not letting go until you agree to go with me.” Butterflies arose in Wanda, she really wanted to stay in bed the night of Halloween but you were making it very difficult. You’d been asking for days and she knows how much you love the season. You had one more trick up your sleeve that she could never refuse. 

“No! Y/n do not give me your puppy eyes,” she pleads but your pout only gets bigger. “Fine!” You release your hold on her and peck her cheek, blood rushes to her cheeks but luckily you’re too caught up in your excitement to notice. 

~ October 31st ~

“Ladies!” Pietro comes behind you and Wanda as you both arrive, he puts his arms round both your shoulders and brings you both further into the party. He takes your hand and twirls you, “Looking good tonight Y/n,” he smirks. You smack his shoulder and break away to grab your drinks. Wanda glares at her brother and elbows his ribs, Pietro only chuckles. 

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” says Wanda as she rolls her eyes at her brother’s arrogant smirk. 

“Hey, its not my fault you’re too much of a coward to make a move on Y/n,” he chuckles. It wasn’t like Wanda hadn’t tried, just everytime she openly flirted you didn’t seem to get the hint that she was hitting on you. 

As you're waiting for your drinks you’re approached by a blonde you don’t immediately notice since your back is towards her. 

“Nice look Y/l/n!,” the blonde says. You turn and give her a side hug, “Thanks Danvers! And what are you?” She takes a step back to show her costume, a firefighter. The two of you talk for what Wanda feels like is forever. She comes looking for you and notices the blonde’s hand attached to your hip while you giggle at whatever she says in your ear. Heat rushes up Wanda’s body as she watches the scene before her. She approaches you quickly with flames in her eyes, she wraps her arm around your waist. 

“There you are!” she says with bitterness in her voice. You hand her her drink with a smile on your face. 

“There’s my other half!,” you bump shoulders with her. You notice her unusual tight grip around your waist and her flushed cheeks even under the blue party lights. You lean into her ear, “Hey, are you okay?” 

She nods her head, not breaking eye contact with Carol. She had put distance between the two of you once Wanda had approached you. You excuse yourself and grab Wanda by the hand, leading her through the crowd to the balcony. 

“Did something happen?” you ask her, a look of worry in your eyes. She takes a moment to look at you and scoffs. She shakes her head turning around towards the railing taking in the view of the city.  You go to stand next to her, “Wands, talk to me. Did someone say something to upset you?” 

“God you’re never going to get it are you?” You look at her confused which only seems to frustrate her more. “Wands, I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“I know you don’t. You don’t notice how I look at anyone else the way I look at you. I’m in love with you and I have been since the first day I laid my eyes on you. It's you Y/n and it always will be.” She finally turns to you and you notice the tears in her eyes and she notices the tears in yours. You’ve had feelings with Wanda since you were aware of her existence. 

“W-wan-,” she cuts you off. “You don’t have to say anything Y/n, it’s okay. I think I should call it a night.” She goes to walk away but you take her wrist pulling her into you. Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her into a kiss. It starts soft but quickly passion takes over, both your lips swollen when you break apart. Your foreheads rest together, “I love you too Wanda.”

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[infamous-if]

I don't know why but I love this ask so much so what outfits do the LIs typically wear? im ready to faint over how G and Victoria dresses up

Sooo I made collages and basically like an essay i went a bit overboard (oops)

So I thought hard about what the ROs look like and my biggest thing was that I wanted to make sure the gender selectable ROs still have their own unique presence and they're not some interchangeable variable. Gina and Griffin dress pretty differently and have a different identity, especially when you consider what it means to be a woman in the music industry (some context changes in the story if you choose Gina instead of Griffin, some of her actions are out of her feeling like she has just as much right to take space in a male-dominated art form, especially given that she is also married to Victoria, a woman)

Griffin does not have this problem since he's 1) a man and 2) he and Victoria present heterosexual

GRIFFIN/GINA

(Griffin on the left/Gina on the right, both in the middle)

G either dresses like the textbook definition of a 'rockstar' with the leather and fishnets and ripped jeans and all orrrr like a 18th century era gothic victorian butler. Literally no in-between.

For both Gina and Griffin, having so many tattoos becomes part of their image. Griffin wears a lot of muscle tees while Gina wears a lot of sleeveless tops, halter tops, corsets, anything that really enhances their arm sleeve.

The middle is the Victorian Butler style I mentioned lol, since they both dress like that as their "formal" attire or for shows. A lot of ruffles, very 18th century gothic. One thing is that I feel like Gina wears more red, she wears more tight fitting clothes, lower cut clothes. Griffin's shirts are also pretty revealing, very much low-cut V's, muscle tees that show the side of his whole chest. G isn't shy about the human body and they've gotten shirtless on stage many times (both male and female/ think Victoria from Måneskin.)

That slowed down a bit since Misfit Alley went mainstream. Their label and team had them tone down a bit to be more digestable to the masses.

Their hair is long for both female and male. Griffin keeps his in a loose knot/bun at his neck, and Gina does the same, but also a single braid down her back (sometimes).

Some things that they wear often: a lot of rings, G has knuckle tattoos and they wear a lot of jewelry. They have a signature leather jacket that's pretty roughed up, wear a nose ring, and pretty scruffed up boots.

SEVEN

Female Seven and Male Seven dress pretty similarly. Seven dresses more grunge and Kurt Cobain was the direct inspiration for Seven's style. Female Seven also dresses a bit like an art teacher lol

A lot of oversized clothes, slouchy, worn bigger, muted colors, a lot of layers. Female! Seven wears a lot of long skirts, cardigans, funky patterns, big boots. They dress pretty much the same both on and off stage.

At first male!seven was going to have short cropped hair but it doesn't suit him. His hair is more like:

very messy and such yeah. female! Seven keeps her hair down, kinda messy and looks uncombed (seven is very clean i promise lmao)

Things they wear often: Seven sometimes fingerless gloves, part of it because they can cover the tattoo of MC's initials, but sometimes they forgo it completely. Sometimes it's a whole arm sleeve. Surprisingly, Seven doesn't have a LOT of tattoos, it's more dainty, tiny meaningful tattoos scattered around their body.

AUGUST

August is like Seven in that they wear big, slouchy clothes but where they differ is that August is more academic and put together. They also like to wear the art teacher skirts. Scoopneck sweaters, cargo pants, and they prefer long-sleeve and long bottoms, usually they don't have much skin showing.

Things they are always seen wearing: headphones around the neck, they dont go anywhere without them.

ORION

Orion is pretty self-explanatory. He wears mostly slacks, sleek boots and a vest. Very professional dressing. If he is going to wear something casual, it'll be something like the right. Still fancy pants, but a clean black shirt. You won't really see him in anything less than 'business casual.'

Things always seen wearing: a watch lol

SEBASTIAN

I don't know how else to describe Seb's style as anything other than just basic. A T-shirt and jeans and he's good to go. Even the images I chose are a bit too stylish for him. Like, he's really just a basic guy. He doesn't think too hard on his outer appearance. Literally just...a Guy.

Even funnier when he's surrounded by people wearing fishnet tights and chains and a bunch of patterns and accessories like he stands out, oddly enough lol

The image in the middle isn't exactly how he looks in my head, but pretty close. Just a very unassuming but kind looking person. Also his hair is like that, just golden blond.

VICTORIA

Victoria has a very classically simple style. Sleek lines, tight dresses. It's not too out there, unlike G. Very simple. She dresses a bit like the second picture for G's shows, a bit edgier and leaning a little into the flamboyance. She tends to set trends and is looked at in Hollywood as someone pretty stylish. Victoria's body type is on the curvy side, more the farthest right than the other three, a bit bustier. She's a simple but effective dresser.

She loves heels, loves a square neck (farthest right). she loves a good form-fitting dress lol

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IK its a lot but i would be doing this whole story a disservice if i made them boring dressers! so im not sorry !

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[coveredinredpaint]

advice for avoiding the oppressive institution that is school dress codes? /hj

hey ey!!

i gotta start this off by saying my school doesnt have a dresscode, but i have one at work so ill share my tricks from there.

to start off its important you know the rules, and know where to find them, if a teacher scolds you for something thats technically allowed make sure you can prove em wrong. malicous compliance is key here.

some things you may be able to change in ur uniform/clothing:

(ill work my way up from shoes to hair to make it somewhat comprehensible.)

-shoes: at work we gotta wear black and/or white shoes. so i changed out the laces on my sniper boots to colored ones, and attached small carabiners to the laces them, on my vans i also have colored laces and shoe wings. you can also add beads, chains or other stuff. if the rules are very lax you can even paint them or add small patches to them. also wear fun socks with fun colors and patterns

-pants: cuff them, wear (wallet) chains, slightly worn, discolored jeans also give an alternative look. cargos are in but i advise widelegged ones, if youre able to get your hands on them, vintage, they are more comfortable, better quality and have more pockets. pants with patterns from cow to camouflage. also belts!! studded or if those are not allowed you can wear multiple at the same time. you can add patches with safety pins or add buttons.

-tops/shirts/blouses: if you have to wear a uniform with a blouse, cuff the sleeves, open a few top buttons and flip up the collar. to the collar you can also add collar pins and/or put a chain between them. see if youre allowed to add pins buttons or safety pins to your clothes. maybe you can layer a fishnet under them. wear t-shirt with big prints, bandnames or vagely political statements few ppl will understand. i like to cut the sleeves off of my shirts. leather jackets or vests always add a lot to your outfit. flannels with bright colors or instead earth tones.

-necklaces/chokers: bigger chains with big charms can add a lot, i have two big bone shaped dogtags, and a big one in the shape of a clover (the playing card symbol) also military dogtags with instead of ur info, bands or political statements on them are rlly cool. you can also make necklaces out of safety pins, but be careful that they wont open by themselves. you can permanently close the opening with pliers if needed. if chokers are allowed there are often rules against ones with sharp spikes, so bare ones or piramid/cone studs can be worn instead.

-bracelets/cuffs: for the cuffs its the same as the chokers. to beaded bracelets you can also add political statements or band names. chain bracelets or ones that connect to rings always look cool. see if you can wear rings and if yes try chunkier ones with a cool shape. try fingerless gloves or armwarmers.

-tattoos/hairstyles/piercings: dresscodes are opressive bullshit but i carry a perticular hatred for ones that ban piercings tattoos or hairstyles. if theres a ban on piercings you can get ones that you can hide (horseshoe septum) or ones that can be camouflaged with flesh colored jewellry. tattoos can be hidden with the right clothing. if bright unnatural haircolors are not alowed combine regular ones, black and blonde, red and blonde, brown and black, etc. you can split dye, dye the points or roots or dye particular sections. not allowed to shave your sides? thightly braid them like those viking braids to give the effect theyre shaven. also once youve shaven your head theres nothing they can do about it. also paint ur nails.

other stuff:

you can always hide certain accesoires in your bag or under your clothes during class and wear em during breaks or free periods. also dont hestitate to try out how much the rules are actually policed.

hope this helps! if yall got more tips dont hestitate to add em on, this is just what i thought of of the top of my head.

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[taybatwo2]

Lenore Loomington Review Part 1 of 2

I already did a preliminary post on here where I compared her price point to other Monster High dolls and delved into some head cannon to try and tie down her design choices and give her personality (I want to pretend she’s worth $81.95 by getting really attached to her….)

Here she is in box! She came in really quickly. Her box has some really bright hot pink and teal and has a plastic slip cover with more teal designs on the outside. Good news: she already looks better than her promo pics, but her shimmery skin is a bitch to try and photograph.

Box photos and accessory break downs under the cut:

Trippy. :) The right side of the box. I like the effect, I just wish that the colors or the imagery tied more in with the character’s design.

The left side of the box has her name in a nice, specialized font.

The back has a poem on it saying that Lenore followed a light to a spooky garden full of strange creatures and plants, decided to stay (with some “persistence”) and she died, becoming a ghost. Well, that’s a start of something. The artwork on the back is fine too. The most interesting thing from this art is seeing the color differences in the art vs the doll (especially the shoes; seen here as a more lavender/duller color vs the brighter magenta that is seen on the doll).

A close up of the poem, the signature, and a bit of the artwork. The more I look at what I thought were vines on her accessories, might all be dewy spiderwebs….?

You can actually make out the detailed sculpting on the flowers better in this artwork than the actual pieces themselves (which is odd as I usually think that Mattel has the better sculpts when compared to competing companies).

The top of her box is also decorated.

Okay, now let’s rip this bad boy open.

Here’s the Certificate of Authenticity, taped to the back of the inside sleeve the doll is strapped to. They got specialty textured paper for this, but it feels thinner than the usual paper-board thick ones.

Here is the inner sleeve. It actually looks a bit menacing and it reminds me of looking at photo negatives.

Here’s a cute little rat, hiding in the corner, and the poem is also written in parts on the right hand side of the sleeve.

And here she is out of the box and after I ran a metal comb through her hair. Her hair is soft saran and is a bit fuzzy on the ends.

Let’s look at what she comes with…

Here is her unnamed spider pet….? Captor?? Accessory maker…? The candles are not removable, but at least it’s a different sculpt than the other spider pets of Monster High.

(Webby from G2; credits to Serendipity Doll Boutique for Memphis Longlegs and BuzzyLittleBee for the G3 Tarantula pic).

She also comes with a very tall, sparkly stand….and I get why it’s tall (so she can float) but it makes her hard to fit on my shelf, the bracket wants to bunch up her dress and my doll sinks farther down the stand once she is clipped onto it.

Here is her major “purse-akin” accessory. It has some cute detailing on it and it’s made of a really light plastic. Actually most of the plastic accessories feel like the really light plastic found on cheaper toys. I was expecting the plastic to be heavier and/or more rubbery (like the chains used in the Haunted Line). The spiderwebs are removable and the candle glows in the dark (which is a really nice detail).

Okay, her earrings!

They have the eyeball pansies on top (they’re kinda hard to make out). And dripping candles under it. Sadly, their flames do not glow in the dark.

Here is the head piece. It’s connected to a headband and it also doesn’t glow in the dark (booooo). It’s an odd size and I feel like the spiderweb should have either been much bigger or much smaller (like stopping at the inner spoke of the spiderweb).

Everyone (me too, not going to lie) was giving her crap for having hot pink, blobby looking shoes. And honestly, that’s because the photos for it were meh and the color was also….a choice….but I ended up liking them more than I thought I would.

The eyeball pansies shoe clip-on remind me of the Bloom and Gloom shoes (see Jane’s shoes? that hibiscus POPS in comparison to the mold Lenore was given)….but not executed as well. The sculpt on the flowers are really flat and blend in with one another. :/

Okay, now what shoes sculpt is hiding behind there???

Look at that hidden detail! The buttons have little button holes, all the little frills and stitching and all that filigree detail on the back of the boots….if only it was PAINTED….

The spectral waves on the bottom of her shoes are reminiscent of Art Class Draculaura’s paint shoes (credit for image: CoyoteCrowCollectables).

From her boots that I was pleasantly surprised with, to my least favorite piece from her: her belt…chest thing…

Again, the flowers don’t really pop out in the sculpt and it sits really baggy on her in random spots, it just doesn’t seem to lay well on her and needed a few more tweaks.

Now that her accessories are looked at, the next part of my review will focus on her dress(s) and comparisons to other Monster High dolls.

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[chere-indolente]

Hi!! How did you learn to make maxis match clothes? I would like to start doing it uwu

Hi ! So to be fair I don't remember exactly how I went about starting making CC at the very beginning except from reading tutorials and downloading Sims4Studio but here are the steps I more or less followed in my CC making journey.

First off I was already quite used to some picture editing softwares (namely Gimp and Photoshop) which definitely helped so I would recommend familiarising yourself with one of these.

Then comes the gateway drug to CC creation that are ✨recolors✨. For those you just need S4S and a picture editing software of your choice. Recolors can be quite simple : maybe you just want to change an item's color or add patterns to it. But with a little more editing/drawing skills you can also remove/add some details to the diffuse texture.

Here is a link to a short tutorial for a simple recolor using gimp by @smubuh

To keep the maxis match aesthetic the easiest way to go is to be a 🙌scavenger🙌 : you want to add buttons / belts / lace / embroidery / whatever to your texture ? Steal it from an other Sims 4 item ! Just look at your CAS and BB in game as a catalogue of all the details and textures you could frankenstein onto your project.

Maybe you'll be content with making recolors forever but if like me you start wanting to make something with a shape that doesn't already exist in game or in the CC world out there, you will have to deal with mesh. (the mesh is the 3D shape of the item as opposed to the 2D texture that is applied onto it) Meshing has a steeper learning curve than recoloring for sure so arm yourself with as much calm and patience as you can muster. First you'll need to download Blender, I recommend downloading the same Blender version as the one used in the tutorial you choose to follow because if you're anything like me you'll get lost otherwise. Also use a mouse, the scroll wheel makes moving around in blender so much easier than using a laptop touch pad like I did at the start 🤡.

And now that you have blender and a mouse time to mess around with meshes and for that like everyone I started (and honestly I mostly still stick to it nowadays) by frankenmeshing. Sticking to the frankenstein/scavenger theme from earlier, this is quite similar to what I described with scavenging textures, except this time we're combining meshes aka shapes : see a collar you like on that blouse, a sleeve you like on that dress ? Bam put them together !

For example here is a handydandy frankenmesh tutorial by @deetron-sims

Outside of frankenmeshing other ways to tranform meshes are to inflate and stretch parts of it (want a bigger skirt ? a shorter jacket ? the O key is your friend). And if you want to go beyond what I have you can also learn how to create meshes from scratch.

That being said dealing with meshes is full of surprises (mostly bad ones unfortunately), since you may have to deal with distorted weights, UV1 and whatever else, so it involved a lot of trouble shooting and trial & error. Being part of the S4S forum or the Creator Musing discord can be very helpful when you're at a loss (but always google and search for yourself before going around asking people).

Finally it's important to keep in mind that it takes time to learn how to make CC so don't be too hard on yourself and take breaks when it gets too frustrating. Personally it took me many months to graduate from recolors to frankesmeshing, I had to give up and try again many times before I finally got what I wanted.

Here are some more tutorials and resources :

@myshunosun made this great post about Maxis matched CC : Tips: components of creating Maxis Match objects for The Sims 4

@powluna has great video tutorials for beginners, especially this well rounded one that goes in details throught all of CAS CC creation (from the use of S4S all the way to blender) with neat little chapters so you can watch only the parts that you're focusing on at a time

S4S forum in addition to the S4S software itself this forum provides plenty of tutorials and a CC creator community

The Creator Musing discord is also full of links to various tutorials and resources (and once again a community of peers)

Specifically for Blender :

@ravasheencc's Resources Archive, I remember especially her Blender Basics Video being quite helpful when I was starting out

@surely-sims's Edutainment Lives which you can find on her twitch, mainly focused on Build&Buy CC

PS : I didn't mention the normal/bump map and the specular map because they are very much optional. I honestly didn't use these until a few months ago and even now I don't bother with them most times

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 174. brb x oc

a/n: i have no idea what im doing so if it makes no sense blame google cause well 8) (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: n o n e. but expect some angst next chapter. NOTHING SERIOUS

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One month apart,first trimester, 12:12,San Diego CA.

They were getting bigger.

It’s obvious when she turns her body and when she looks at her reflection, she was getting more…oval. Oval? Would that be the right shape? She gives herself another look, running her hands through her hair before she turns her body partially around, smiling at how the dress looked on her body.

Marcus is a magic man, he’s the Wizard of Oz of fashion because this is just so beautiful. This dress is crafted from an almost ethereal, lightweight fabric that gracefully drapes and flows with every movement. It is a seamless blend of enchantment and comfort, which is exactly what she adores.

The dress has an off-the-shoulder neckline that delicately frames her collarbones and shoulders and the bodice is designed to offer gentle support to the growing belly, and that she was pretty sure was somehow added before he handed the dress over to her.

Again, wizard of OZ.

The flowing skirt starts from just below the bust, allowing ample room for the baby bump. It cascades down in layers of soft, translucent lilac colored fabric, creating a mesmerizing and dreamy effect as it catches the light . The length of the skirt is more of a tea-length which is really comfortable, and it’s not too tight.

And it had a stretchy, adjustable waistline, “God,I love Marcus so much.” she says, still admiring herself in the mirror and cupping the bottom of her rounded stomach with both hands, “I look like those…renaissance paintings. Oh it’s so lovely!” she stops looking to herself when her phone pings with the alarm. She quickly grabs it to check the time, “Oh boy. Time to go,Nikki.” her daughter was peacefully sitting on the bed, surrounded by her toys and only looking up when her mother refers to her.

“Aa?”

“Yes, we need to go to auntie Evelyn’s party!” she coos, picking her up, “Auntie Shells is picking us up-even though I could easily drive us there she just doesn’t want me to get hurt.” she doesn’t sound that happy but she does shake her head while slapping on a smile, “Anyway, let’s go. You look so cute!”

It was just a miniature version of her dress only it had princess sleeves that made Nicole look like a little pixie. The flower headband fell a bit forward so Beatrice quickly adjusted it backwards so it wouldn’t land on Nicole’s eyes but honestly her daughter was too busy playing with the flower appliques on her mother’s bust, “I know right? It’s pretty!”

“Peety!”

“Yes! Pretty!” she grins, kissing her cheek and grabbing both the gift and her bag before walking out of the bedroom. The dogs all looked up when they heard her footsteps, with Jolene standing up at the bottom of the stairs, “Jojo.” she begins, “I’m going to be out of the house for a few hours, I’ll probably bring something for you guys too- I know there’s going to be some doggy friendly treats for you.” Eleanor whines from the corner and Beatrice lowers her brows, “I know,I know, but Evelyn said some of her relatives will bring their dogs over and they can be…hard to befriend, if that wasn’t the case you’d all come with us too!”

“Baaaabes!”

“Oh God.”

“Babes!” followed by a series of honking, “Come out here!Come on!” more honking.

“I swear to God.” she whispers to herself, bringing Nicole up to her chest, “One of these days she’s going to get arrested while here- bye guys. Say bye,Nikki.” Nicole already knew how to wave, so she did just that as they walked to the front door, saying ‘bye bye!’ to the dogs until they were no longer in her view.

Shells was leaning against the front of her Buick with her arms crossed. She was wearing a dress, but it was green, tight at the waist with a halter top bust, “Ohhh!” she smiles as Beatrice locks the front door, “You two look adorable!’

Beatrice returns the smile, approaching Shells once everything is locked tight. She adjusts Nicole in her arms, making sure her daughter is comfortable and secure. "Thank you, Shells! And you look stunning as always," Beatrice says, genuinely admiring her friend's outfit.

Shells uncrosses her arms and opens them for a hug. Beatrice leans in, careful not to squish Nicole between them, and they embrace for a moment. "Are you ready for the party?" Shells asks, pulling away from the hug but keeping her hands on Beatrice's shoulders.

"Absolutely! I can't wait to celebrate with Evelyn and everyone," Beatrice replies with enthusiasm. "Is she excited?”

Shells gives her a half shrug, “She’s kinda annoyed she had to change the date because of the people. But you know, she’s managing how she can,I don’t think she murdered anyone with her eyes yet.”

“It’s still early.”

Shells nods while laughing, opening the back door for Beatrice, “Go on ahead.” she says while gesturing towards Nicole’s seat in there. Beatrice wastes no time in latching Nicole comfortably tight, then stretching her arms above her head once she’s back to her standing position, ‘Oh my God, now I can see it?”

Beatrice blinks, holding both hands on top of her head before turning her eyes to Shells, “Hm?”

“The twins!” she points to her friend’s stomach, “Look at that! Now it’s obvious they are there, god damn,Bea, they’ll be so big once they pop out.”

Beatrice follows Shells' gesture and looks down at her own rounded belly, laughing softly. She gently places a hand on her stomach, feeling the weight and presence of her unborn twins.

"You're right, Shells. They are getting bigger," Beatrice says, her voice filled with awe and wonder. "I can't believe how much they've grown. It's both exciting and a little overwhelming."

Shells leans against the car, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I mean, are they kicking yet?"

“Not yet, but they will soon.”

“Just wait until Rooster sees you like that. He’ll freak out.” she says much to her friend’s confusion, “Girl,we are going to take some pictures!You look too pretty to not share with others!”

Beatrice blushes at the compliment and rolled her eyes, but she is very happy. "Thank you, Shells. Your support means the world to me."

“That’s why I’m here,babes. Now, get in the car or else Evelyn will have a freakout. She needs our support more than you know.”

“Both of her parents are there?”

“Just her mom, her father will be there later…cause work.” Shells mutters,”And her mother is hounding her a lot, sooo…”

Beatrice nods understandingly, realizing the importance of their presence at the party for Evelyn. She takes a deep breath, gathering her composure, and climbs into the car. Once seated, she fastens her seatbelt and adjusts herself to find a comfortable position, mindful of her growing belly “Ow.”

Shells snaps her head in Beatrice’s direction so fast she was sure something cracked, “What? What happened? Is Rooster going to kill me?”

Beatrice didn’t look amused, “No,” she sighs, “Just pinched the side of my leg with the seatbelt. Nothing to worry.”

“Ah, well,alright.” Shells starts the car and begins driving towards Evelyn's parents house. When asked the reason for doing that there and not at her penthouse the answer was ‘I am already doing more than enough, plus my parents have a huge backyard and I don’t trust my uncle Tom when he’s drunk.’. Beatrice steals a glance at Nicole, who is quietly observing the passing scenery through the window, seemingly lost in her own little world, babbling quietly.

Sometimes she could hear certain words, like ‘okay’ and ‘hello!’ coming out of her daughter’s mouth and it was so adorable. Better than music if she was honest.

She leans back in her seat, feeling the gentle sway of the car as it moves through the streets. They are getting to a residential area - after Shells stops and checks her gps at least twice- and they see it.

It’s an impressive house that looks like it was built in the 1980s. It was situated on a spacious lot,where they see a well-manicured front yard and a charming entryway adorned with mature trees and colorful landscaping. The exterior of the house showcases the distinct characteristics of the 1980s design, featuring a combination of stucco and brick siding, along with large windows that allow plenty of natural light to filter through.

And there were a lot of cars.

And Evelyn, right by the door.

She widens her eyes then relaxes, looking back over her shoulder then at the car as it rolls into a park, “Took you guys long enough,” she murmurs, stepping back when Beatrice opens the door. The two share a look before hugging, Evelyn squeezes her friend a little bit and Beatrice feels how tense she was.

“You okay?”

“I am now.” she replies quietly, ‘Jake’s family just got here.” she looks back to the front door, letting go of Bea so she could pick Nicole up and Shells was up to her friend instead, hugging Evelyn just as tightly. 

“So,” Shells smiles once she leans back, “What are we expecting?”

“My family being a nightmare.” Evelyn says softly, “They are behaving, which is good but…no promises. My aunts and cousins might hound you,Bea,” the brunette looks up in surprise once Nicole is in her arms, “Since,well,” she waves her hand from Nicole to the growing bump, with a grimace, “Y’know?”

“Oh.” Bea laughs nervously, bouncing Nikki in her arms, “It’s okay, it’ll be fine.I can handle it. They can’t be worse than some of my relatives.”

Evelyn,while clearly not comforted by that sentence, just gave her a little smile, turning on her heel to go back inside, “Come on in.���

Upon entering, they step into a grand foyer with soaring ceilings, showcasing a dramatic staircase that adds a touch of elegance to the space. Both women stare, wide eyed and slack jawed at the view.The layout of the house is spacious, with multiple levels that offer versatility and room for various activities, including a pool table in the corner of one of the rooms.

The living room is adorned with large windows, allowing for panoramic views of the surrounding landscape, while the adjacent dining area provides an inviting space for formal meals or casual get-togethers. And that’s where most of the gifts were, and there were a lot of gifts. So many that neither of the girls knew how to place their own bags there, “Here.” Evelyn just pushed a large amount to the side of the table - and they didn’t fall! - “Sorry about that, there was a lot of stuff and…well, some of the gifts ended up inside.”

Some??

Evelyn,noticing their shocked stare, just sighed, “Not my fault,my parents just told everyone to…uh, go crazy.”

Beatrice and Shells exchange amused glances, with the brunette especially understanding the chaotic nature of family gatherings and the tendency for gift-giving to go overboard. They follow Evelyn into the kitchen, carefully maneuvering more gifts before reaching the backyard where everyone was.

Beatrice can't help but admire the decorations and attention to detail once they get outside, Nicole even reaching out to tug some of the ribbons that hang low enough for her little hand to grab. The area is tastefully adorned with festive colors and elegant centerpieces, creating a warm and inviting ambiance. From the corner they could see Evelyn’s mother talking to people

"I must say, Evelyn, your parents really went all out for this party," Beatrice comments, a hint of awe in her voice.

Evelyn chuckles, almost confusedly. "You have no idea.” she exhales “They love hosting and showing off their home. I tried to rein them in, but they insisted on going big."

“They do?”

“I know,Shells.” Evelyn replies, sounding so tired, “I can’t believe it either since they are both…so…social.” and her eyebrow flicks with annoyance, “Anyway, let me introduce you guys to everyone.”

-

One month apart,first trimester,21:12, unspecified location.

‘Is that your third or second?”

Rooster looks up from his files to see Hangman at the door, holding his own cup of coffee. Rooster flicks his eyes to his mug, checking the contents before pursing his lips, “Fourth,actually.”

“Ah,well, I was close,wasn’t I?” the blonde pilot looks back, where Coyote’s form is approaching, “You called us?”

“I did.” Rooster groans, rubbing his eyes, “Sit down.” and his arms went up to his head, one hand holding his wrist and his vision turned to the several maps and notes he made during the past…three hours, “Dude,my back.” he begins, “It’s like, tiny little mice are stabbing every nerve I have with tiny swords.”

Coyote makes a face, ‘Weird sentence,but okay.”Hangman and Coyote exchange amused glances before taking a seat across from Rooster. Hangman leans back in his chair, sipping his coffee, while Coyote leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Well, Rooster, you look like you've been deep in thought," Coyote says, eyeing the maps and notes scattered all over. "What's on your mind?"

Rooster sighs, massaging his temples. "Well, remember how we thought we knew what we were expecting? When we figured out the old factory was being used as a stronghold?"

Hangman nods, his expression serious. "Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

Rooster taps a specific area on one of the maps. "Intelligence reports suggest that the enemy has significantly reinforced their defenses in that area. They've brought in heavy artillery and increased their troop presence. It's going to be a lot tougher than we initially anticipated."

Coyote's brow furrows as he studies the map. "Damn, that complicates things. We can't afford any surprises when we fly in."

"Exactly," Rooster replies, his tone filled with frustration. "And I don’t plan on losing anyone on this mission so, we need to come up with a solid plan to neutralize their defenses.." he mumbles, “You two are going to join me at the first surveillance round, we can’t get too close, they have heavy shit waiting for the first bird they see…and we are going to bring some of the recruits.”

Hangman makes a face then  takes a thoughtful sip of his coffee before speaking up. "If it smells like shit it probably is, what exactly can we expect? Since what we knew went down the drain?"

Rooster leans back in his chair, a weary expression on his face and one of his hands against his mouth . "Well, based on the latest intel, we can expect fortified barricades, manned checkpoints, and increased patrols around the perimeter.” and he pulls every single file that contains such information “ The enemy has brought in additional firepower, including anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles. They're taking this shit seriously."

Coyote interjects, after a minimal amount of silence. "So, they're ready for us. It's not going to be a walk in the park,huh?"

Rooster nods grimly. "Never is. We need to be cautious and precise in our approach. Our primary objective is to gather as much information as possible without alerting them to our presence. So I suggest we divide our teams already. That way, we can cover more ground and gather information from multiple vantage points. It'll also make it harder for the enemy to detect us."

Hangman nods in agreement. "Good idea. We'll assign specific sectors to each team and maintain constant communication. We need to be aware of any changes in enemy movements or reinforcements." he purses his lips, “Which means more training.”

“Yep.”

“No wonder they said we’d be here for six months.” Coyote murmurs, leaning into his chair, “That is…intense.”

“Yeah.” Rooster laughs breathily,shaking his head and rubbing his eyelids, inhaling against his palms, “But that was it for right now, next week we’ll…have a lot to do.”

Hangman glances at his watch and raises an eyebrow. "Next week? You mean we're not going in immediately?"

Rooster lets out a tired sigh, of course he’d say that. "No, we need some time to analyze the new information, and fine-tune our plan. We can't rush into this blindly. It's better to be prepared than to walk into a trap." he groans, “Not to mention the kids need to be aware of this now.”

Coyote leans forward, his curiosity piqued, ignoring Hangman’s sour expression. "So what's the plan? How are we going to gather information without alerting the enemy?"

Rooster leans forward, hovering his hand above the papers, his eyes scanning the maps once again. "We'll have four teams. I want you two to lead one team to conduct aerial reconnaissance. We'll gather as much visual intel as possible, identifying enemy positions, defenses, and any potential weak points." he begins, “We can’t get too close, so it’ll be hard but we can do it.”

Hangman nods, his expression determined. "Understood. I'll coordinate with the kids pilots and make sure we have everything."

“Bob will help you too.”

“Bob?”

Rooster then turns his attention to the map, ignoring Hangman’s displeased shout. "And then I go in.” Silence takes over, both men look at him in surprise and he raises his brow, “I’m not going to stay here, twiddling my thumbs while you go all out. Mav will handle everything while I’m gone.” he inhales shakily, the claw of fear squeezing his stomach, “Once we get everything, once we are aware of it…I’ll go in and we’ll lead the aerial assault.”

Hangman and Coyote exchange glances, their surprise evident. Hangman is the first to respond, but his words break the obvious nervous atmosphere. "Of course you will,why am I surprised."

Rooster looks up from the map, flicking his brow with nothing but amusement shining in his eyes. "You can stay here instead, you know, staring at the snow. If that’s what you want.” Hangman rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in defense before looking away, “I’ll meet with the others in a few, then we’ll debrief to the new recruits and separate the teams. You guys know they’ll be the new co-pilots,right?”

“Sure,” Coyote nods, “We’re playing babysitter.”

“They aren’t that bad.” Rooster chuckles as he organizes everything on the table, “They have talent,they are just…you know, like Hangman.” his friend snaps his gaze at him, “You know, annoying.”

“Hey.”

“And stubborn.” Coyote adds.

“Hey!”

“And don’t forget: full of himself.”

“Hey!I’m right here!”

Rooster,while nervous by the sudden change of events, just laughs.He’s at least glad they could share some humor in such somber circumstances…and he couldn’t help but get nervous. He led missions before, he sure did, but this one felt different because the unknowns were past the common ground.

He didn’t like to be in the dark. He didn’t like to not know what was going on…but he had to make sure everyone got back home intact…him included. He inhales shakily one last time, “Dismissed.” he mutters, “...thanks guys.” the break of professionalism wasn’t necessary but in his opinion was needed.

Sure,he was leading the mission, but they were his friends. He needed that familiarity. “Ah,Hangman,” the blonde pilot stops and stares back at him, “You should check your phone.” 

“My phone-” his blue eyes widened, “Oh my God. Oh my God.” and he runs off, leaving Rooster and Coyote staring at his retreating back, the taller officer just chuckles from his desk, walking around it to turn off the lights and close the door behind him.

Beatrice talked to him about the party, it was still going back in California since it was early so Rooster could just imagine what else was planned for that day…and she looked beautiful. She always does…fuck he missed them so much, he just wanted this mission to go right.

He needed this to go right.

No mistakes.

No doubts.

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Finally

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader 

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Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) brief mentions of drugs and drug use, alcohol consumption, flirty Dieter, lost puppy Dieter (I’m feral), slightly sub Dieter, slightly dom reader, dirty talk, size kink, tiny voice kink, praise kink (Dieter likes it, I just know my baby does), hair pulling (baby boy receiving), unprotected vaginal sex. 

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A/N: holy shit I have been WAITING to write a Dieter fic oh my godddd babbyyyyy!!!!!!! 

This one-shot takes place at the end of the movie “The Bubble”, when the Cliff Beasts 6 cast is walking the red carpet. In this fic, Dieter does not end up with Anika, you’re more like his Anika (;

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The flashing lights, the loud cheers, the vibrant colors and booming microphones, all of it incredibly overwhelming but in the very best of ways. And although there are cameras and co-stars and actors everywhere, you can’t help but feel like the center of attention. You weren’t even in the movie, just part of the production, a lead designer for the production, actually. Regardless, you still shined when you walked down that carpet.

You chose a trumpet evening dress for the occasion, which was floor length and cinched around your waistline to accentuate your hips. The attire was made of silk and sparkling beads which followed the outline of its sweetheart neckline. A high slit followed your left leg all the way up to your hip, and both of your short sleeves hung off your shoulders. It was by far the most expensive dress you owned, and with your success as part of the “Cliff Beasts 6” production team, you have high hopes to buy more in the near future. And while you admire your dress and the surrounding scenery, you hear your name called through the crowd.

“We have a few questions for you and the designs you put together for Cliff Beasts 6!”

With a bright smile on your face, you stride over to the interviewer, more than happy to give your expertise and insight. And while on your way over to them, only a mere few steps, you catch a glimpse of him in your peripheral.

He’s like a lost puppy, following you with his eyes as if he can’t even help it. They fixate on you, those deeply brown eyes, watching you walk across the carpet. It makes you smile a little brighter, makes your confidence bloom a little bigger, knowing that you have his attention without even trying. So, before reaching the interviewer, you turn your head to the left, flashing him a smile and a quick wink.

Inside, Dieter burns with a flustered sense of embarrassment. Not only was he just caught staring at you, but… you winked, too? Was that friendly? Was it flirty? The beat steadily thumping in his chest is now picking up its previously steady pace, a feeling of heat suddenly washing over him. With a quick lick of his lower lip, he turns away, trying to find something else – anything else, to distract him.

But after two shots and a few puffs from his co-star’s joint, he still can’t bring himself to take his eyes off of you. And people notice, too, how could they not? He’s had a thing for you ever since the second night on set. He’d be roaming around looking for anyone as desperate as him for a few minutes in bed. He hadn’t met you before then, laying his eyes on you as he barged into the dining hall. You shocked him, mesmerized him, and yet… he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to join him in his bed. Rejection wasn’t something that phased him, not in the slightest, but the abrupt pang of worry he felt at the possibility of receiving your rejection suddenly and unwelcomingly filled his veins on that second night.

On the third night, he saw you on the set, realizing your role as production designer. And on that third night, he worked up the courage to find you, but found no luck. On the fourth night though, it was like he struck gold, finding you on a spiral staircase toward the back of the hotel. You’d been smoking a blunt, sitting by yourself and pondering life. Each day that passed slowly became more and more difficult, what with the pompous actors and incredibly ridiculous directors, and you needed some sense of reprieve. And somehow, Dieter ended up joining you. You shared what was left of the joint you’d rolled and ended up talking about life, your conversation eventually growing into something much deeper than originally intended. And since then, you considered yourselves friends. 

But you don’t want to consider yourselves friends; Dieter is such a sweet man, but to be completely honest, you wanted more than that. And that’s your main focus tonight, opening the door for something more. So, with a deep breath, you take your first steps toward him, keeping this goal in mind. 

“Hi,”

“Oh!” Dieter slightly chokes, jumping back and moving his hand up to wipe his mouth. “H – hey, uh… hey.”

He turns to look at you, now seeing your amused expression as you raise a single brow high above your smirk.

“You okay?” you ask, sliding into the empty seat beside him at the bar.

“Yeah,” he replies with a rough sigh and a quick smile. He gives you a nod, moving to lean his arm against the countertop. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He’s trying to play it off but god damn, he could not be more flustered. That first conversation between the two of you got him hooked – you had so much in common. Of course, you were beautiful beyond reason, but you had so much more to offer than just that. It was your sense of humor, the way you viewed the world and the way you could make him laugh, really laugh. You had an elegant air about you, and because of this, your more humorous side truly shocked him. But in the best way he could’ve ever known.

“How’re you doing?” you ask with a smile before turning your attention to the man behind the counter. You order yourself a drink, something that Dieter memorizes.

“Good! It’s been… eventful.”

“I know, crazy busy.” You reply, thanking the bartender as he hands you your drink. “I’m surprised I’ve been asked to do so many interviews. I’m not even one of the actors.” You give a flustered laugh, a small sense of warmth creeping into your cheeks. This night has been more than you’d even hoped for.

“Of course they want to interview you.”

His comment makes you look up, tilting your head in wonder.

“Your designs are beautiful, they’re brilliant.” He shrugs, speaking casually even though he’s burning up inside.

Jesus Christ, he’s trying not to make it obvious, but the way that dress hugs your body is filling his own with need. The color looks perfect on you, and the shape of the overall piece compliments you in the very best of ways. He can also see more cleavage on you than he’s ever seen before. He knew you had more to show than those turtle-neck shirts had to offer.

“Hm,” you sigh, giving him a once-over as he briefly glances away. “Thanks, hun.”

That nickname makes his head shoot to the side, now looking right back at you. The tilt of your head is still there, but it’s not giving the air of innocent wonder that it did before. This time, it is flirty, your smirk and the slight nibble on the corner of your lip finally doing him in.

The suit Dieter is currently dressed in, well… it’s the nicest thing you’ve ever seen him in. And although you’ve only known him for a few months, you literally saw him every day for more than sixty days, and he never wore anything close to this. His beard is dark and still as scruffy as ever, his hair thick and pulled upwards in a way that suits him.

As your mind is running circles about the man in front of you, a thought wiggles its way in. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the mark of your lipstick left on your glass.

“Would you mind keeping an eye on this for me?” you ask, holding your drink out to him. “Just for a sec.” 

“Sure,” he mumbles, looking down at the liquor as he takes your glass. His gaze then flickers up, his jaw nearly dropping, though he quickly catches it.

Your hands rise to your sweetheart neckline, tugging the middle of it down just a tad and exposing more of your chest to him. In one slow motion, you slide out your tube of lipstick. It’s a nude shade, a color that goes perfectly with that of your dress. But what you don’t realize is part of your bandeau bra became noticeable to him when you swiped your small piece of makeup out, and he’s doing his best not to fucking drool. He can’t help himself – he’s staring directly at your chest, openly, helplessly, shamelessly. And when you see him, your smirk only grows wider.

“Like what you see, handsome?”

“Hm?” he asks, raising his brows as he returns his eyeline to your own.

Both Dieter’s top and bottom lips fold inward, trying to appear innocent although he knows he was caught in the act.

“Hm…” you hum playfully before him, gently taking your drink back into your own hand before you stand.

“You know,” you say to him, glancing down before looking back up. Even in heels, he’s taller than you. Fuck. “I heard you asking around a few times, during the production, for people to go back to your room with you. And, for some reason, I’m starting to wonder what it looks like inside…”

Dieter swallows, pushing down his nerves. “Probably, I mean, most of them are the same. It’s a hotel, I mean, that’s usually how it goes.” He shrugs, glancing at his feet as he pushes his sunglasses further up on the bridge of his nose.

Does… does he not understand what you’re saying? Whatever. Just… try again.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But you never know, sometimes they put stars in more lavish suites. I bet it’s nicer than mine…”

“Um, uh, yeah. Maybe.” He sighs out, looking back up to your gorgeously mesmerizing face, and taking his time as he does it.

Dieter’s dark chocolate orbs trail up your figure, still completely oblivious to the hints you’re putting out. He doesn’t think you’d want him; not like that. Not in general, to be honest.

“I’d like to see it.” you’re trying to be more and more obvious with this, but it’s almost like he’s refusing to accept it.

“Um, r – really?” he asks, his voice slightly softer as it cracks a bit. No way, there’s no fucking way she’s interested in me.

“Mm-hm,” you nod with a smile, watching his lips reunite as he swallows. “Do you want to come with me?”

Oh my fucking god. Cum? Cum with her? She wants me to cum with her?

In his slightly buzzed state, Dieter’s center sends a shockingly powerful pound through his system, slightly misinterpreting your words. But when he finally realizes it’s his heartbeat, it nearly drops to his stomach when he witnesses your next move.

“Dieter,” you coo to him, taking the hand twice as big as yours from hanging by his side, now guiding it to the slit of your dress. Gently, you place his palm onto your skin, and it makes him gasp. He can feel how soft you are, and you can feel how warm he is. “Do you want me in your room? In your bed… with you?”

“I… fuck.” He breathes out, his eyes not once leaving your own. Then, he nods. All he can do is nod.

“Baby,” you then say, keeping your hand over his and moving to hold your other out, palm-side up. “Give me your key card.”

Again, he gulps, reaching into his back pocket with his free hand and retrieving the card for you. He places it in your palm, again, without breaking your eye contact.

“Good,” is the next word that slips softly from your lips. “Now,” you whisper, taking his hand in yours as you stand. “Follow me.”

Like the soft baby Dieter Bravo truly is, he trails behind you, allowing you to lead him out of the ballroom where the carpet is set, and down the hall to the elevators that lead to your rooms. You press the button carefully, glancing over at him while still holding his hand. And when he feels your gaze, he looks back down at you, a look of pleasant surprise still on his face. All you do is chuckle lightly, hearing the soft ding and now moving to step inside.

Once inside, you turn to face him, sliding his keycard into your bra close to where your lipstick is. He watches with intent, completely gawking at the small show you’re once again giving him. When it’s fixed into your clothes, you look up at him, reaching out and placing both of your palms on his chest.

“Dieter…” you begin, trailing a finger down the center of his upper torso. “You look so good tonight, baby.”

Baby. You’ve never called him baby before. It makes his mouth fall open. And you take advantage of that, running your pointer finger over his incredibly soft bottom lip, the simple touch making him quiver inside. 

“So handsome… I like seeing you in a suit.”

“Really?” he asks, his voice gruff as he stares down at you.

With a sure smile, your hands rise, lifting to hold either side of his face while you lean into him. Your eyes fixate on his mouth, his lips still parted in awe. You give him a small nod, slowly rising to meet him. 

Before he can even fully register it, his body takes over, both of Dieter’s strong hands falling to your hips and squeezing when your lips meet. The firmness of his hold makes you moan, your hands moving to the back of his neck to press him into you. But you don’t really have to do that much, because in a few steps, he’s backing you against the elevator wall.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against you, his lips meeting yours repeatedly and fervently.

Without even looking, you guide his hand down to the slit of your dress again, returning his warm skin to where you had placed it all but ten minutes ago. Only this time, he acts of his own accord, rising higher when your much smaller hand leaves. It’s delicate and slow, almost experimental. He smiles when you gasp quietly into the kiss, feeling Dieter’s thicker digits trace the outline of your panties as they rest snug on your hip. Almost naturally, you roll your hips forward, forcing a small sigh from his lips.  He doesn’t explore any further though; he isn’t sure how far you’re willing to go. For all he knows, you could just want to makeout with him and go. But hey, he’ll take it. 

“Oh,” your mouth opens fully this time as you gasp before him, feeling his hips rub firmly against you. And when he does it, you can hear him groan.

“Hm…” you giggle quietly. “I knew I’d like that.”

“Hm?” he mumbles against you, feeling your lips curl while pressing against his.

Your right hand floats to the back of his neck, urging him down to yours so you can speak. Happily, he complies, breathlessly following your cues and attaching his lips to your skin. You expect him to be gentle like he has been so far, but his teeth immediately scrape across your throat, his lips already sucking marks onto your skin. He’s pressing himself against you, rolling his body over yours as much as you’ll allow him to, for as long as you’ll allow him to.

You sigh happily when you feel the damp heat of his tongue, his small whimpers and moans. All these pretty noises, and you haven’t even truly touched him yet. Did no one go back to his room with him? Has he not had sex in so long? Or are his reactions purely due to the fact that this is happening with you? 

“I knew I’d like the sound of it,” you whisper to him, continuing to hold the back of his neck, your other hand falling to his hip and curling around to land on his ass. “Knew I’d like how you sound when you moan.”  

Before Dieter can respond, the doors open off to the side, prompting him to pull back from you. His glasses still on, he looks to the doors, then down at you, releasing you from his hold as you do the same. With an excited sigh, you smile, taking his hand once again as you lead him out of the lift and into the hall. And, once again, like a puppy on a leash, he follows your lead. When you took his keycard, a quick glance told you the number of his room. And it happens to only be a few doors down from yours.

“Why don’t you open the door, baby?” you ask, turning to him once you’re in front of his room.

Your palms return to Dieter’s broad chest, watching his lips come together with another nervous gulp. Blatantly, his eyes drop to your chest. 

“You, um…” he closes his mouth while breathing out through his nose, his fingers flexing at his sides. “You have it.”

“I know,” you nod, staring at his gorgeous face while he continues eyeing your breasts. “Don’t you want to go inside?”

Dieter nods, completely fixated on the flesh spilling over the neckline of your dress. Hesitantly, he reaches up, but then he stops, taking a glance backward and around him.

“Are, are you sure? Here?”

“Yes, Dieter.” You coo to him, grabbing both of his hands and placing them directly on your breasts. “Touch me.”

A helpless breath chokes its way out of his throat as his fingers curl ever so slightly around your curves. His jaw drops, those smooth and pouty lips only inches from your own. Those same digits creep up to the hem of your dress, dipping just below your neckline to grab his room’s keycard. You smirk as he does it, doing your best to breathe steadily as you feel his bare fingers on your skin, on your chest. He pulls the metallic card out, doing so languidly and holding it with both hands when he’s fully removed it from the fabric.

He looks so cute, standing there like a lost puppy. His chest shakes as he breathes in, reminiscing in the feeling of your smooth tits as he dragged his digits across your skin. 

“Oh,” you sigh, reaching up to place your palm on his cheek and stroke him softly. “You’re such a baby, Dieter. Do you want me to take care of you… baby?”

Quicker than the last few times, he nods, watching as you guide his hand up to slide the card through the slit above the doorknob, now unlocking the room’s entrance for you.

Keeping your eyes on his, you walk through the door, Dieter following closely behind you. Simultaneously, you tap the door shut with your feet while the rest of your body returns to him. He welcomes you more openly this time, still surprised by your advances but now choosing to take it and fucking run with it.

“Dee,” you breathe out, your fingers running up the sides of his head through his hair. It’s a small nickname, almost small enough to be insignificant. But no one else calls him that, he’s never had anyone call him that. It’s simple and cute, and from the first time you said it, the single syllable makes him melt into a puddle at your shoes. 

“Yeah?”

More than aware of his slightly intoxicated state, you decide to be up front with him. Thinking back to the words you so often heard him speak, do you want to have sex with me?, you decide to reciprocate that growing need. 

“I want to have sex with you.”

“Oh… god,” he breathes out, his hands returning to your hips and backing you against the nearest wall. “Finally.”

His mouth isn’t simply connecting with yours or even moving with yours, it’s now molding to yours. The two of you move in unison, reciprocating the other’s internal emotions and needs. And with those very needs in mind, Dieter’s hands move to your lower back, sliding down with firm pressure as he now cups your ass.

“Mm,” he expresses, the vocalization something between a moan and a grunt. “This is soft.”

“My dress?” you ask, turning your head and watching his mouth slide along your jaw and down your neck.

“Mhm,” Dieter mumbles against you, the small vibrations of it mixing with the scratch of his stubble, both sensations intertwining as they rumble across your skin. “You look good in it too; it fits you so good…”

“You think so, baby?”

“Yeah,” he answers gruffly, moving his head against you. “I do, I think you look fucking gorgeous in it.”

And just like that, he’s filling your ears with praise. The words tingle up your spine and spread to every nerve ending in your body, filling you with a sense of bliss and satisfaction. It’s like something unleashes in him, or rather, something breaks. His restraint snapping in half now that you’ve revealed your feelings and intentions to him. He’s going on about how sweet you smell, how good your body feels under his hands, how soft your skin is and how eloquently you can speak.

“Hearing you speak to all those people tonight… baby, I liked it. I liked it a lot, I like you a lot.”

You giggle at his somewhat boyish admission but feel an incredible sense of joy bloom inside when he returns the affectionate nickname. Something he hasn’t called you before, either.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, whispering into your ear.

“Love how small you are.” he tells you, hands squeezing both your hips. 

“I want you… really want you.” he mumbles, nuzzling against your throat. 

And because of his loving words, that smile he apparently loves so much reveals its bright shine. Dieter continues kissing your neck as he says it, mumbling over your skin while he presses his body into you, not allowing you to move away from the wall. Not that you want to – you’re holding onto him just as much as he is to you. Your hands roam his glorious body, roam the muscles you’d wanted to touch for so long, running up his biceps, tracing his shoulders, curling around his neck. Eventually, as his kisses grow more fervent, your right leg slides up, hooking around his hip and encouraging him to continue the motion of his hips.  

“Dieter,” you’re still whispering, and you’re not sure why. Maybe it’s simply because of the atmosphere surrounding you, the night being late and the room lit by the simple hue of the only lamp on his nightstand. “Can you take this off for me? Please?” you ask him, hands gently shoving off his outer jacket. 

Immediately, he does it, arms looping around his back to pull at the cuffs before completely shucking it off. You’d assumed, due to the intricate patterns and expensive fabric of the garment, that he’d hang it up. But no, he tosses it right on the ground. Then you figure, he probably has a million others just like it, that one likely isn’t even that special to him. And while Dieter keeps kissing your skin, your head lolls to the side, following the drop of his jacket and finally taking in the state of his room. 

“You’re messy.” you giggle, eyeing the clutter scattered on the floor, his bed, desk, and couch. 

There are clothes everywhere, his bed unmade and with two empty liquor bottles laying on top of the ruffled sheets. There are papers thrown throughout the room, too, all over his desk and couch with some even on the ground; likely scripts he’d been memorizing. There are also trays of drugs on his couch, joints and powders laid out on small, mirrored plates. Some sit on his coffee table, one on his desk. Huh, he really must’ve been partying it up in here. 

“I’m sorry.” he tells you genuinely. Dieter lifts his head, those puppy dog eyes staring down at you as he tries to catch his breath. “If I knew you were coming I would’ve cleaned.” 

“Really?” you ask, eyes unwavering from his. Suddenly, he looks so sad. 

“Yeah,” he nods, speaking quietly. 

“Baby,” you pout, both hands grabbing his face. “You’re so freaking cute.” 

Dieter’s lips smoosh against yours as you bring him in; he didn’t expect this reaction from you at all. He expected you to be turned off by the state of his room, maybe even a little grossed out. And to be honest, he didn’t even really think about it until you said something about it. But he’s glad you don’t seem to care, because he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if his stupid clutter was what got in the way of you finally connecting with him tonight. 

“I really like you.” he grumbles against your lips, his brows folding up in the center and a small whine slipping past his lips. He makes the noise when he feels your hand slide down, fingers hooking gently over the edge of his belt. 

“I know, baby.” you coo to him, thumbs stroking the scruff along his cheeks. “I like you, too. Come over here with me.” 

Dieter lifts his body weight from you, eyes trained on your beautiful frame as you move. Once again, you grab his hand, leading him toward his bed. 

“I, um…” he stutters, letting go of your hand to swipe some of the mess off of his bed. At least you know the maids have changed the sheets recently. 

He reaches out, setting the empty bottles on his nightstand and pulling the covers up over the top of his bed. Nervously, he swipes his hands down the fronts of his legs. 

“I uh, I don’t have people in here very often.” 

“Do you want me in here more often?” you ask in return, smirking up at him. 

At this, his head snaps to the side, looking down at you. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, nodding. 

Happy with his response, you lean in, murmuring to him, “Then lay down on the bed.” 

Dieter’s eyes widen innocently at this, backing up only two steps and clumsily holding his hands out behind him. You walk forward as he moves, his upper thighs hitting the edge of the bed and prompting him to sit. He shuffles back, palms firmly on the bedspread as he watches you begin to climb on his lap. 

“Oh…” he sighs out, the sound quiet and breathy. 

You situate yourself on his lap, knees on either side of his hips as you settle in with your feet still hanging off the bed. You lean forward, prompting him to lay down on his back as you connect his lips with yours again. To your utter delight, Dieter’s hands decide to hesitantly roam. He moves them to your hips, sliding up along your waist until they come to rest just below your bust. You’re holding his face in both your hands, heads rolling in unison as you taste his lips with your own. And when you feel his fingers fumble along the under curve of your chest, you reach up, pulling on the hem of your neckline. With a firm tug, your breasts fully spill out, the soft flesh of them falling into his hands. 

“Holy fucking shit.” he breathes out, glancing down to gawk at your naked skin. 

Keeping yourself upon your left hand, your other reaches down, finding his and guiding him to cup your chest once again. He whimpers, seeing and feeling your bare skin. Dieter’s palms are soft, but his fingers feel rough, his thumbs swiping gently over your hardened nipples and offering the slightest stimulation. Your lips curl against his, eyes dipping down to his parted lips. Gently, you lean forward, grabbing and tugging that pouty lower lip between your teeth. He moans quietly through his open mouth, eyes finding yours once again. Your small gasp makes him return the small sound, feeling him twitch between your legs. 

Inside, his heart is racing, pulse pounding in his ears with blood rushing to heat his skin. He’s painfully hard, feeling himself throb every time you sway your hips against him. And you’ve felt him since the moment you sat on him, too. Honestly, you have little to no doubt he’s been like this since you put his hand on your thigh downstairs at the bar. 

“Oh my god,” his gruff voice says, hands now moving to press his fingers firmly into your soft skin. He finally begins to fondle you in the way you’ve wordlessly requested, his hands massaging over your curves and grabbing you with fervor. The amount of passion and pressure he applies grows with each passing second, your head rolling to the side as you sigh. 

“Baby, that feels so good.” your head snaps up quickly though, feeling his thumb and forefinger pinch you gently. “I like that.”

At this, he does it again, staring up into your eyes as he pinches you even harder, watching your jaw drop for him. He feels so firm and strong and steady beneath you, his mouth returning to yours due to the tug you give on his hair. And he likes the feeling of that, he wants more of that. 

“I like that,” he tells you, hoping you’ll remember. “Want you to do that again.” 

He’s speaking against your lips, but you don’t answer. Easily, you slide your tongue inside his mouth, feeling his moan as it floats from his lips. Your tongues meet tenderly, the wet muscles sliding across one another as you give his hair another harsh pull. His groan echoes into your throat, his hands suddenly leaving you as he starts to haphazardly fumble with his belt. 

“Ugh,” he suddenly groans, eyes snapping up to yours as your fingers curl sharply into his hair. 

“You like when I pull on your hair?” you ask, smirking above him. 

You’ve never been with a man who liked for his hair to be pulled in bed, and for some reason, you’re finding it incredibly hot. It fits him, strangely enough, finding pleasure in being handled this way. 

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, lazily pulling himself out as he nods his head. “Can I put it inside you?” he asks in the same breath, head hazy with lust to the point where he doesn’t even realize he’s just said it. He thought it, that’s for damn sure, and his buzzed body decided it might as well just come out. 

“Yeah…” comes your gentle whine, one of your hands reaching between the two of you to cover his. 

Your fingers wrap around his own, your legs adjusting on either side of him while getting ready to lower yourself down. You figure, if you won’t get the chance to see him tonight, you want to at least feel him before he’s inside. And what you feel is not at all a surprise. 

You’d be embarrassed to admit it, but you’ve snuck more than a couple glances at Dieter’s crotch. When he wore those sweatpants and loose pj pants, they left little to the imagination. And when he walked around in his boxers, dancing and making TikToks in them, that left almost nothing to the imagination. He felt thick, firm and full. It makes your insides tingle, your hips quivering slightly as you release a shaky breath, a small wetness forming between your legs. 

“Do you want, a… uh…” he’s holding his head up, staring down as you slide your panties to the side. The sight of your sex makes him drool; he never thought he’d get to see that. 

Subconsciously, his hands slide up your outer thighs, fingers just barely sliding over your backside. His one hand has now left yours, leaving yours to wrap tighter around his girth. It’s not a harsh grip, but is much firmer than before, and you can see the veins in his neck protrude when you do it. 

“Do you want a condom?” he finally gets out, muttering beneath you. 

“I don’t if you don’t.” comes your cooed response, glancing back up at him. 

Dieter instantly shakes his head, moving it quickly side to side as he continues to stare. “I don’t want one.” he sputters out, knowing it’ll feel ethereal being inside you without a barrier in between. But again, even if you wanted one, he’d take whatever he could get. 

The slight rub of him over your sensitive lips makes you grin, timidly licking your top lip. He watches with intent as you begin to move, lowering yourself down onto him. And when his head slides in, his grip on your hips tightens. 

“Dieter…” you breathe out, both your palms finding their place on his chest once you’re halfway down. 

It’s a slow drag, and when you finally sink down onto him, he can’t help but whine. And at first, you contemplate if he’ll fit without proper foreplay. 

“Fuuuuck,” he groans languidly, gutturally, feeling your hips begin to move. 

Dieter’s head falls back, mouth dropping open with his eyes drifting closed. Both of your hands slide over his still-clothed chest, your dress falling over the sides of his hips and thighs as you experiment with him. At first, your pace is soft, slow, so gentle and delicate that his hands nearly go limp to fall at his side. His fingers slide down, landing on the tops of your thighs as you move back and forth over him, feeling the full thickness of him sliding in and out. You only let him slip about halfway out before you’re sinking back down again, steadying your breaths as you find your stride. 

He already feels light-headed and dizzy, the fact that he has you on top of his body and currently riding him almost too much for his tipsy mind. The thought of it alone was enough to get himself off in his hand on a multitude of nights. But now that it’s actually happening, he’s wondering if he’ll last long. 

“Dee,” you breath out, your voice slightly scratchy and you moan. 

Dieter’s warm eyes open, his head staying on the bed as he looks up at you. You’re moving a bit faster now, starting to lift and lower yourself inside of rolling back and forth. 

“You feel so good.” your eyes are closed, but he wishes they weren’t. He wants to see you, wants you to see him. He’s not sure what this is to you, but this isn’t just about sex for him.

“Really?” comes his whine of a response, genuinely surprised to hear you say that. He didn’t often find himself in bed with vocal women. 

His brows fold up in the middle, that innocent look that you love all too much once again forming on his face. He’s staring up at you, breathless beneath your heavenly body. And when you do hear his response, hear his ragged breaths and the rapid movement of his chest, you look down. 

“Baby boy,” you sigh, smiling as you continue riding him. You reach out, your hand cupping his face, thumb falling to stroke his lower lip. “You don’t know how adorably sexy you are, do you?” 

In his peripheral vision, he can see your naked skin, your chest swaying along with the rhythm of your hips. And he wants to look, wants to feel, but he only sees you. You’re all he ever sees. And in his ramble of drunken, lovey thoughts, he just nods. It’s like that’s all he can do. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” you lean down quickly with your sighed-out words, hands finding either side of his face. Your fingers pet and scratch his scruff, your nose just barely brushing over his. “So fucking cute, and sweet, too.” 

Dieter’s lips remain parted, head swirling with bliss. He’s never had someone compliment him so much in bed, he’s also never been with a woman who took the lead like this. Usually, he was expected to be the one to decide how things would go, but honestly, it’s so nice that he doesn’t have to for once. Maybe he won’t have to from now on; maybe this could be a regular occurrence with you…

Closing the tiniest of gaps between the two of you, Dieter lifts his chin, connecting your lips. Your one hand stays on his face, your other palm planting itself beside his head. Both of his hands return to your hips, his kiss laced with passion as he urges you to continue to bounce on him. 

Grazing the curves of your breast are the tips of his fingers and the turns of his knuckles, his rough sin sliding along your much softer outer layer. When he feels your tits bounce in his hands, he cups you much firmer before squeezing you with fervor. The sudden pressure makes you gasp and whine into his mouth, feeling a smile curl on his relentless lips. 

“Tell me what you like.” he then asks, his mesmerizing voice low and rough. One of his hands slides down to your side, curving around to your lower back. There, he grips your lower curves in hand, moving with your motions and applying even more pressure when you come back down. At this pace, you’re slapping your hips down onto him, feeling him touch you in all the right places. 

“Baby,” you begin, huffing out your breaths against his lips. 

“Tell me,” he repeats before you can say any more. “Tell me so I can do this right.” 

Your heart beats with affection for him, hearing his soft-spoken words as you experience his genuine care. You wonder if you should shove this away, or embrace it. Do you think you’ll ever be able to do this with him again? 

“I like,” tentatively, you lick your lower lip, resting your forehead on his. “I like when I can feel your body, when I can feel you move.” 

“Like this?” he asks, he’s trained on you as his hands move. 

Both return to your hips, gripping you firmly as he suddenly rolls his hips. With force, he thrusts upward in the same motion that you come down, making the arm supporting you buckle beside him. Your hand slides forward on the bed, now resting on your forearm as you become much closer to him. 

“Yes,” you cry out in response, feeling the continuous push of his hips. 

“What, oh…” he sighs out, intending to ask you more but becoming breathless when he feels your lips. 

You’d dropped your head beside his, your mouth finding his ear as your tongue flicks the small piece of jewelry on his left lobe. You then kiss it, nipping at it gently before you move down to suck on his skin. 

“Mm,” he grunts out in response, eyes pinching shut with one hand shooting up. He holds the back of your head, just barely pressing you further into the crook of his neck. He loves feeling your mouth on his neck, loves feeling your mouth suck on his skin and your tongue lick the discolorations before you go on to bless him with more.

“What else, baby? How can I make you cum on me?”

Jesus Christ, you could listen to his voice for hours. You may or may not have binged his previous movies while sitting in quarantine for that very reason. It was low and raspy, yet sweet and kind; to you, Dieter was unique in so many ways.  And the fact that he’s asking what you like and how to make you cum also makes him stand out when considering your prior sexual partners. You’ve never had anyone ask you that. 

“Mm, Dieter…” is all you manage to mutter out, and it honestly feels pathetic. 

The hand you once had on the bed slides to the side of his neck, your body fully laying over his own while still continuing to move in unison. 

“Can I see more?” he asks you, turning his head to the side to kiss you. “Can I please see more of you?” 

At his request, you lean back up, sitting back on him as your hands move to the back of your dress. As soon as you get the zipper down, you lift it upwards and off your body, tossing it next to you on the bed. And while you’re at it, you also take off the bandeau you had on, too. All you’re left in are your thin panties, still pulled to the side, while he’s still nearly completely dressed. 

“Can I see more of you?” you ask him, running your hands up his front as you slow down and catch your breath. 

You can feel him throb inside you, and in return, he feels the tight pulse of your walls around him. He’s almost glad you decided to slow down to catch your breath, because honestly, he needs a minute to gather his bearings. Fuck, he can’t believe his night is going like this. 

Again, he just nods, jaw open like a fucking guppy as he watches you start to undo his buttons. Your small fingers undo the front of his dress shirt, a smirk on your face as your hips continue to roll over his. He stutters slightly when you give him an extra sway of your hips, feeling your fingers finally make contact with his skin. You open his shirt, and when you do, he leans up to fully take it off. When he does so, you release a quick breath, both hands wrapping around his shoulder and neck. He hadn’t exactly intended to be in this position but now that he finally is, he feels something change inside him. His hands fall to your back, the two of you staring into the other’s eyes. 

Within seconds, Dieter’s mouth crashes to yours, his hands holding you steady against him as he completely changes your position. He turns to the side, laying you on your back while he now stands next to the bed. He slides out about halfway during the process of this, his hips immediately pushing himself back inside once your back hits the bed. 

“Dieter,” you moan, your fingernails scraping down his shoulders and back. 

Immediately, his face finds your neck, his body rolling into yours as he fucks himself into you. Both of your legs wrap around his waist, feeling his chest and stomach rest on you with his hands looped snugly around your back. He couldn’t be closer to you, and yet he wants to be. 

“Jesus, fuck…” he groans out, the vibrations of the sound and the heat of his breaths felt through your neck. “Tell me,” he repeats again, fully begging because now that you’re in this new position, he knows he won’t last. “Tell me how to make you cum. What’s it take, baby? I want you to cum.” 

Dieter’s hips ram into the space between your legs, over and over and at a pace much quicker than yours. He’s kissing along your neck and jaw, the sloppy drag of his lips and tongue making your skin wet. Abruptly, he nudges your head to the side with his nose, giving himself better access to your throat. Fiercely, you cling to him, your legs tightening whenever he pulls away so you can bring him back in. The firm plunge of him inside you makes your eyes roll back, makes you shriek and moan. 

“Like this,” you finally tell him, his cock now driving into the very spot that makes your limbs shake. “Like, like this…” 

“Can I… please? W - where?” He’s stuttering against you, his restrain crumbling to absolutely nothing once he hears your words. If he makes you cum, he’ll be the happiest man alive. 

“Baby, wherev-ver, wherever you want.” it’s a high whimper, your nails clawing at his shoulders as you begin to feel your peak. “I’m going to… Dee…” 

“Are you gonna cum?” he whispers, his quick breaths and graying whiskers tickling your ear. 

He presses his lips against your ear, his brows furrowing together as he feels his muscles tighten, feels his scrotum draw up as he begins to pulse inside you. 

“Please,” you beg, and you don’t know what you’re begging for, because he’s going to make you do it. “Make me.” 

“I, huh-uh…” comes his forceful, blissful groan.

You hold onto him like you’ve known him your entire life, like he’s all you need, and in this very moment that is true. He shatters above you, lungs desperately trying to take in air as his hips jut against you, repeatedly forcing himself into you. The intense punch of Dieter’s tip against your small, fleshy spot makes your head spin, finally allowing you to shudder beneath him. Involuntarily, your walls tighten around him, his length now resting inside as he finally experiences his high. Dieter’s eyes close firmly as he cums, releasing himself inside. 

“Yes…” you cry, one hand sliding up into his hair and pulling hard. 

It only makes him groan louder, only makes his high last longer, feeling you pull his hair and pulse around him. Feeling your body writhe passionately beneath his fills his body with an incredible sense of satisfaction, of genuine happiness. He can feel the bliss buzzing in his chest, his body pinning yours down as your hips jerk underneath his. 

“Baby,” he sighs, his left hand reaching up to hold the side of your face. 

He turns his head, breathing out a heavy sigh while he rests above you. With the strength and composure he has left, he holds himself up just enough so he doesn’t crush you; he’s not exactly the same weight or height as you. 

Gently, he kisses your cheek, then your temple, resting his forehead against the side of your own. 

“Baby,” he says again, closing his eyes as he sighs.  “You… you’re amazing at that.” Dieter chuckles at his own words, and you smile, too. 

“Does that mean you want to do it more often?” you laugh, completely joking. You’re joking, right? 

In a sarcastically truthful tone, he replies, “I’ll do that as many times as you’ll let me.” 

Thank you for reading <3

#oh my god #my sweet baby boy #we can do that as many times as YOU want #I'm here for you #arms and legs wide open #always #Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo smut #The Bubble #The Bubble smut #The Bubble fanfiction #Pedro Pascal character #Pedro Pascal character fic #Dieter Bravo x you #Dieter Bravo x reader #Dieter Bravo x female reader

[lemonadehtwooh]

Can you tell more about your Fate redesigns? Like your Penth, Hektor, Paris/Apollo, and Astolfo?

*FOAMING AT MOUTH* YES I CAN.

WARNING FOR A SUPER LONG READ

OKAY so first Imma talk about Paris/Apollo because Alexander-Paris is one of my most in-depth designs ATM and also explains some of Hektor's concepts!

Ignore that all I can in find my camera roll are SUPER old doodles of him lmao XD this ask really making me go through doodles from last year

So firstly is the color symbolism! I noticed in FGO that his design is very light-colored, and while that's interesting, I thought it would be more symbolic to have the main colors be dark as to point towards how he inherently can't escape his fate and actions as an adult, even in a child/teenage body, and also as a sort of symbol of how dark his future is. Adding on, Paris is VERY SPECIFICALLY summoned as having a child's body but the memories of his entire life, and I had the idea that the darker colors also show that he knows more than he lets on/he isn't innocent. The gold and such are to point towards him being a prince and technical demigod, and the blues are just in general for color diversity

With his horns and wings: Both Hektor and Paris in my AU are biologically Apollo's children (reference to some versions of the Troy Boys actually being his biological children instead of Priam's), so the horns and wings symbolize that (which Hektor doesn't have, more on that later). Apollo-Sheep's "humanoid" design concept actually has the wings and horns too (just bigger and more fancy lmao). Another Fun Fact: Both Hektor and Paris have some sun/fire related abilities in my AU, although it's slight

Next Paris and Hektor's eyes! Yep! I put thought into eye color! Paris' eyes are orange, while Hektor's are black. HOWEVER, when they use their NPs, Paris's eyes darken to black and Hektor's glow orange! Prominently, I honestly just thought Hektor having glowing eyes when using his NP would be Fun and Sexy XD However then i was like "...Okay but what if... Paris had opposite? What if... Symbolism?" And this idea is so cool to me because of how they can connect!!!! Hektor's glow because he's deemed to be Troy's hope, while Paris's darken because he's deemed as Troy's downfall!!! Sorry I just love how I can make the brothers contrast each other and how they can be interpreted AAAAA

I also made Paris's hair darker while Hektor's hair lighter so that they would look more similar to each other/look more like brothers, same with them both having wavy hair and the eyelash part on the bottom eye (it's kinda hard to see in the pictures RIP). I just wanted them to be a lil match-y. They also both have beauty marks that mirror each other! I imagine both of the Troy Boys to have thicker bodies

I gave Paris some armor parts as well as to look more similar to Hektor, while I also kept the cute dress parts because the cute stuff just seem to be more of his own style and I think That's Neat. The symbol on his skirt piece is Romeo's command spell symbol, matching with a headcanon I had posted some time ago about the command spells appearing somewhere in a Servant's design

Paris also has these sorta long-sleeve glove things due to me originally adding it to my Jekyll/Hyde redesign (which I need to remake) and Paris, in my AU, is one of Hyde's best friends, so I thought it would be cute for them to have a lil match-y thing XD

With the black wool, I thought it would be interesting to show physically of Paris being more of the "black sheep" of his family, especially considering he wasn't raised as a prince, he was raised as a sheep herder. And how he was sorta cast aside as a baby due to the prophecy of him becoming Troy's downfall

This is my current concepts for Hektor (the graphite sketches are a lot older than the digital btw, but good a good idea about his arm and shoes design), but it needs some work XD I want to add a lot more later on, but this is a good start I think

with Hektor, color-wise I tried to make his pallette somewhat a mix between opposite and similar to Paris. For him, the dark colors represent more of his death. He doesn't have the horns or wings anymore due to Achilles dragging his corpse, too. I think I posted some old sketches before of the back of his head having the broken bases on his horns. I would imagine his back having scarring and some skin disfigurement where his wings once were as well

With the red, specifically the red wool and the red gradient in his hair, I wanted it to represent the blood that was shed during the Trojan War. Plus, it also contrasts against Paris's blue colors, pushing more of that contrast between the two

With Both the Troy Boys' personalities, Paris still has that childish demeanor about everything, but he's definitely fully Aware and could manipulate if he really wanted to. However he doesn't really, unless if he wants to get away with childish things (like sneaking candy). He's a bit cheeky at times, and in general is A Lot like his canon FGO self. He likes being helpful when he can. Although something I added is that he Hates romance/romantic things. He thinks it's gross, but also his view point is due to the Trojan War and his whole thing with Helen.

Hektor is a mix of things that's hard to explain. He's similar to his canon FGO self. The thing is that FGO itself states that he has a facade going on, which pretty much is what For Funsies AU also does, so there isn't much for me to add XD Although I think in my AU, his facade is a bit different. Other than that, he's silly goofy as usual

i could have sworn I had pictures of her that are more recent/go more in-depth with her design ideas, but I can't find any TwT I'll talk more about her personally redesign since there isn't much physically I can exactly say

Next with Beserker/Penth, her concepts are still definitely a WIP. The general idea I have for her is this 16 year old being very elegant yet absolutely able to kick your ass with the slightest provoke. She's beefy, I would imagine (I really wish I had better sketches of her). I kinda want her to lean more towards having a "royalty" look yet also young and armored up. Iirc in Canon FGO she literally has herself be summoned at a younger age so Achilles can't flirt with her, so I decided to lean on her looking young. I also gave her more furs and armor coverage since she's a warrior and also the whole thing with her fighting in a bikini just. Doesn't sit right with me.

Personality-wise, I think she would try to act very mature and serious, but she's Not immune to Acting Her Age. Aka being a goofy teenager. She definitely tends to butt heads with Paris because he keeps stealing her hair comb. I definitely think she's super smart though, considering the business she has going on in Canon FGO. However, even smart teenagers can be silly (as a treat). She's definitely still has that Extreme personality trait, like tending to take things too far and being rather hot-headed. I like her dynamic with Mr. Utterson because he'll be like "Thank God you're here. Maybe you can talk some sense into Paris" and immediately Penth is trying to knock Paris out with her fist because it's faster and more efficient XD (also as revenge for stealing her comb). She's wonderful, although I'm still working on her dynamic with others and how she generally acts

i can't find any of my Astolfo doodles other than this Really Old One TwT (HELP IM BEING SUBJECTED TO MY OWN DRAWINGS)

In general, color-wise I'm thinking of making their outfit+armor VERY vibrant with Many colors to the point it's gaudy and dramatic. I kinda still want a cutesy look with them, but also messy and disorganized to show more of the sorta "frantic" and "can't sit still" vibe they have. It's hard to change anything about Astolfo because they're already a pretty interesting character with a solid design and personality. Anyway, as you can see in the drawing, I tried making their hair Super Messy. I imagine them being so energetic that their hair is never done in a "proper" way

So yeah! Yippee! Thank you for the ask <3

#forfunsiesau #alternate universe #fgo #fate grand order #fate go #fgo fate grand order #ibis paint x #character design #character redesign #Obviously you can see I have favorites in this AU lmao #But also that I really need to draw more XD #sketches #doodles

[signed-sapphire]

Okay so I have like three exams in the coming week and won’t have much time to finish this SO take some WIP “The Fallen Star” AU Asha in 3D Disney style

As you can see so far only her face is transformed but I will be giving my girl the full princess dress @mythartist21 designed bc it is gorgeous

Details + comparison pics under the cut!

So I wanted to change Asha’s canon design a bit.

I gave her fuller lips and a longer nose bc we only had Jasmine for the nose rep in Disney Princesses, and she’s Afro-Hispanic! Show off her black features!

I also darkened her skin bc… I get that people from North Africa can have lighter skin, heck, Pepa from Encanto showed good rep for the lighter skinned Colombians! But like… we only have one other black princess. Let’s show off that skin color diversity

She also has wider shoulders, a bigger chest, neck, and waist, bc she’s not white but also WOMEN WITH MUSCLES>>>

Asha isn’t super jacked but she does have muscle defining and I want to write in a scene where she has no sleeves on so we can appreciate her arms

RatLD had Namaari’s back and my bisexual ass needs some more women to simp for

Eyeshadow as a reference to Elsa but also I felt she needed some color on her face. Miiiight change it later on when I add in her hair beads but for now she has eyeshadow

Gonna keep the many Rosas symbols bc she’s the princess of the kingdom, what do you expect?

Also she just looks older in general (even though she’s still seventeen like canon!Asha) which I think lends itself to her royal status idk

+ technically more realistic proportions which ig can be a callback to the times when animators did rotoscoping?

Dimples. Bc they’re fantastic

Keep in mind I will be editing this a bit more, this is still a WIP! But I won’t have much art done this week sooooo take it

(Comparison pics! ⬇️)

#the fallen star au #asha #asha x star #disney wish #star x asha #princess asha #saph doodles #I WILL UPDATE THIS WITH HER CHANGED DRESS LATER! #THIS IS JUST HER FACE OKAY NOT HER FULL OUTFIT

[prismatica-the-strange]

Lost my Fear of Flying

Warnings: 18+... None(?), I go into a lot of detail about a dress that doesn't exist

Edward has no qualms about spoiling his queen to be, whether it be with pretty dresses or even prettier words.

Song: Parachute by James Durbin

She's not used to it. The expensive gowns, the extravagant decor, the castle staff, completely committed to waiting on her hand and foot.

No, Cas is out of her element and absolutely terrified to touch anything.

She sits on the bed in a silk robe, staring helplessly into the T.A.R.D.I.S.-like closet full of far too expensive looking dresses.

She'd politely sent the maids away, feeling awkward under their attention, but now she doesn't know what to do. Sure, she could manage to get one on if she tried but that's just it, she's afraid to try.

What if she ruins one?

She's briefly pulled from her thoughts by a knock at the door.

"Cassandra, my love? You didn't come down for breakfast, are you alright?" Edward asks.

"Oh, I- I'm fine!"

It's quiet for a moment, "May I come in?"

"Um, yes?" Her voice is unsure, but he doesn't notice.

"If you'd like, I can have one of the servers bring you something here- you're not dressed."

Her eyes drop to the floor, sudden anxiety eating at her.

"My dear, are you sure you're not ill?" He hurries to her side and takes her hand, "I can call you a doctor."

"No, no I'm fine I just... It's just a lot for me," she plays with his hands and motions back at the David's Bridal in the next room, "All of this."

He let's go of her hand to curl his finger under her chin and raise her gaze back to him.

"Tell me how I can help."

She hesitates for a moment, "Help me pick out something to wear?"

"Is that all?" He smiles, not teasingly, but happy that he can actually help with, "Any dress should be honored to have you wearing it, come with me."

He pulls her to her feet and steps into the closet that is nearly bigger than her studio apartment back in New York.

"What would you prefer to wear?" He asks as he pushes different fabrics aside, "Something like this?"

He holds out a silver gown that shimmers from top to bottom with countless crystals and far too many layers of tulle to be comfortable for daily wear.

She giggles and he frowns, "Do you not like it?"

"It's beautiful, but, maybe something a little more... simple?" She suggests, "Not only does look more expensive that my car, but I would be a walking disco ball, blinding everyone as I walk by."

"Simple... simple..." he mutters to himself as he haphazardly rummages through the dresses, "This one!"

He rips the hanger from the rack and shows off a pale pink gown.

"The color would really bring out your eyes," He grins.

He steps her in front of a mirror and holds it to her body, looking utterly gleeful to be helping her.

"Are... are you sure it's okay I wear this?"

He looks at her, head cocked like a confused puppy, "Of course, my love, it was made for you after all."

He waits until she takes it from him and presses it to her chest, playing with the skirt in her reflection.

"Shall I call a handmaiden to help you dress?"

She looks up at him through the mirror, cheeks warm as she nods.

Once she's properly fitted in it, she realizes how well the bodice is fitted to her, how the soft, blush colored satin complements her complexion. And her eyes have never looked bluer.

She's enamored by the simple tulle overlay and sleeves, the ends of which and queen anne neckline are lined with little lace honeybee appliques.

She let's out a small squeal when she spins and the dress flutters around her.

As soon as Edward sees her walking towards him across the throne room, he's completely awestruck.

Her white oxford heels click against the stone floor and the long trumpet sleeves flow elegantly behind her like wings. Her hair, curled at the ends, bounces with every step.

Whatever conversation he had been having a moment ago is gone from his head as he strides over to meet her.

His arms encircle her waist as soon as she's in reach, spinning them in vortex of tulle and glitter.

He sighs happily when she kisses his nose before he sets her down.

"I knew you would look divine in this," He takes her hand and raises his arm to give her one last twirl before pulling her close, "But words fail to describe how beautiful you truly are."

She runs her fingers through his hair, hand settling on his cheek as she raises to her toes to kiss him.

He's somehow smiling wider when she pulls away.

"We should be dancing. There should be music!" He exclaims and as if by magic, the faint sound of strings begins to fade in, "Shall we dance the night away, dear Cassandra."

"It's still morning, Edward" she teases.

"Then we shall dance the day away as well!" He laughs, falling in step with the romantic melody surrounding them, guiding her with him by hand and hip.

#prince edward enchanted #edward enchanted #just find who you love ♡ #prisma self ships #prisma writes #self ship writing #self shipping #self ship oneshot