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crueisummer · 10 months

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𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: Kika and Pierre invite you to their engagement party where you meet her and Pierre’s friends from F1, specifically, a certain handsome Monegasque driver.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Hello everyone! Please be patient as this will be my first fanfic/au. Anyway, this would be part of a series, and each song from the playlist above would be the title of a chapter. I still don't know what to call the series, so if you have any suggestions, please send them my way. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy the story! ✧･ﾟ:૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა✧･ﾟ:

chapter warnings: a lot of swearing.

word count: 1.7k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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Your car pulled up in front of the restaurant’s door. Your security guard got out of the shotgun seat and opened your car door. Everyone started to go crazy when they saw you. The lights of the paparazzi’s camera flicking every millisecond, trying to get a photo of every move you make. There’s security on your left and right, protecting you.

The door to the restaurant opened and there was a receptionist holding a clipboard.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." You smile as you look at her. Their eyes widen and mouth gaped before gesturing for you to go follow the usher. You took an elevator and got off on the rooftop. You walked in and looked around, amazed at the beauty of the place. There were a lot of tables and booths, some afloat on water. There's a lot of people and caterers walking around with food and drinks.

Everyone is dressed in semi-formal attire which made you sigh in relief for your outfit. You are wearing a sparkly sleeveless jumpsuit that showed off your curves and just a bit of your skin.

As you made your way into the party, there were a lot of familiar faces. Celebrities, actors, athletes. You saw Kika and Pierre in a booth in the middle.

"Show me the ring!" You scream as soon as you see your best friend. She turns around and laughs at you.

"Well, hello to you too!" She giggles as the two of you hug. You pull away quickly to see her left hand. A big diamond rock sitting on her ring finger.

"Wow. You sure have taste, Gasly, I'll give you that." You smirked at Pierre and hugged him too.

"Congratulations, you guys! So, am I a bridesmaid?" You joke at Kika, fluttering your eyelashes. You have been best friends for 3 years now, having met at a Louis Vuitton fashion show during Paris Fashion Week. Since then, you and Kika were inseparable. You both understood and supported each other.

"Cut the crap. You know you're maid of honor." She says smirking.

"Oh my god! I love you so much!" You scream and wrap your arms around her. You’ve never been a maid of honor and somewhere in the back of your mind, a memory clicked. You remembered that you and Kika promised to be each other’s maid of honor.

The couple laughs at your reaction and Kika tells you she’ll set up a meeting soon about the wedding, she’s going to be needing help. You nod right away. The grooms are always no help when planning a wedding. Just then, a guy comes up from behind you and greets them.

"Speaking of, here's the best man!" Pierre walks closer to him and does that guy hug thing. The mysterious man was slightly taller than Pierre and was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt and some khaki shorts. He looked good.

"Charles!” Kika greeted. Charl? Is he French? It's the French that don't pronounce the "s" at the end of their names, right?

He kisses Kika's cheeks while he and Pierre talk a bit in French and laugh. You didn't realize you were staring until Kika introduced you to him.

"Y/N, this is Charles, he'll be Pierre's best man." Kika says and you turn to face him. He kind of has a boyish face but his piercing green eyes and stubble that ran from chin to jaw makes him look mature. He looked gorgeous.

"Hi, I’m Charles." He says while extending his hand. He looks into your eyes while talking to you and you almost melted. You shyly look at your hands and look back again at his eyes, to see that he didn’t remove his gaze. Those eyes. How wonderful it would be to get lost in them.

"I’m Y/N." You smile shyly. You were getting shy. You never get shy. You always had the upper hand and was very confident in yourself when meeting new people. But somehow, someway, you can’t say anything.

You take his hand and shake it. You felt like you were drugged when your hands met. It put you on a high, one you want to be in for the rest of your life.

“So happy to finally meet you. You know, they always talk about you and sing your songs, especially Pierre.” Charles says, to make small talk and show that he is friendly and approachable.

“Oh, does he know? He always says my songs are cheesy.” You say while smirking at Pierre, Kika laughing her ass off. “Although I do have a video of him dancing to You Belong With Me.”

Kika’s eyes widen immediately, and the couple looks at each other. Pierre’s face is red from embarrassment. He exclaims, “You told me you didn’t send her the video!”

While the two bickered, you didn’t notice Charles was now standing closer to you. “You know, I would love to have a copy of that video,” He whispers. He was so close that you could smell his perfume.

Before you could reply, Kika is shoo-ing the guys. “Anyway, me and Y/N are gonna do some girl talk now.”

“Look for me later if you want the video.” You whisper to Charles, and he smirks before leaving with Pierre. Charles turns around and winks at you. It caught you off guard, but you smiled. When he looks away and turns back around, you look at Kika and see she was on her phone. Oh my god. The greatest thing that has ever happened to you and your best friend was on her fucking phone.

Kika looks up on her phone and was about to talk to you when she gets dragged into another booth. She looks at you and mouths, “Later.” But you wave her off, you know you can’t hog the host of the party.

You roamed around the party talking to everyone but Charles. You caught up with Kika’s friends; some you met before, some you haven’t. You got along with the other bridesmaids which erased the worry from the back of your mind that you might not get along.

One group of girls were calling themselves “WAGS” and laughing. It seemed like an inside joke, so you whispered to Kika, “What the fuck is a WAG?” and she laughs.

“Wives and girlfriends of professional athletes.” Your face scrunched up in disgust and she nodded her head. “I know, right?”

Good thing Kika was there to tell you that the girls who were calling themselves WAGS are in a relationship with F1 drivers. Kelly and Max, Carmen and George, Heidi and Daniel, Sara and Lance, Lily and Alex, Louise and Kevin, and Egle and Nico.

Some of Pierre’s single friends did try to hit on you, though. But you brushed them off and established being friends with them when they tried to ask you out.

While talking to everyone, you forgot to count how many shots and drinks you’ve been taking. You realized that you were drunk when as you were going to the bathroom, you didn’t take time to adjust to the dimmed lighting and you missed a step and almost fell. Thankfully, a pair of arms came out of nowhere and caught you.

“Est-ce que ça va, mon amour?" Are you okay, love? Charles. You talked to everyone in this party, and this voice you only heard for five minutes but instantly recognize it. He picks you up and you both try to steady yourself.

“Oui, merci.” Yes, thank you. Based on the context of you falling, you assumed that he asked if you were alright. You giggled as you tried your hardest to copy his accent, even though you were flat out drunk.

You lost your balance again and Charles gently set you down to sit on one of the steps. One of his hands going to the small of your back, careful not to hit your back.

Once you were settled, he squats in front of you, a shocked look on his face. He asks, “Tu parles français?" You speak French?

With the dimmed lighting and how close your faces are, you can see just how perfect his face is. He looks like a god.

“What?” You gave up. Your knowledge of the French language only limited to “yes”, “thank you” and “I love you.”

“You understand?” His Monegasque French accent lingering when he talks in English. His grammar is fucking adorable.

“No, I just know a few phrases from travelling to France.” You smile sheepishly. Leaning your head on the wall, “Is it good, though?”

“Yes, yes. Your accent almost fooled me.” He smiles at you. Your stomach is feeling crazy. Is this what it feels like when they say they “have butterflies in their stomach?” Because this feels like a fucking zoo.

“So, I haven’t seen you all night. Have you been ignoring me?” He asks you. You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if it’s a genuine question.

“Hmmm, maybe?” You took a chance and flirted with him. Pretending like you were ignoring his eyes and then looking at him and laughing.

“Why? What did I do?” He pouts. I think he knows that he’s beautiful. Otherwise, he would not have any confidence in pouting in front of a girl, right?

“Hmm, didn’t I tell you to look for me? And not the other way around?” You reminded him.

“Ahh, yes. My apologies, cheri.” He apologizes. His metallic rings startling your warm skin as he takes your right hand and kisses it. You were shocked, eyes wide.

“Can you forgive me, mon amour?” He takes your left hand and kisses it too. With his puppy eyes, he leans closer, still holding both of your hands near his lips.

“I- I-” He looked so gorgeous; you couldn’t say anything. He caught you off guard and your tongue couldn’t form any word. Your brain having a hard time comprehending what was happening.

You nodded your head and he smiled at you. You knew that he was thinking that he had the upper hand, but right now, while he is holding your hands and his face so close to yours, you didn’t mind.

"Apology accepted, mon amour." You try to copy him. His eyes shine when he hears you talk in his mother tongue.

"I have to ask, do you really want Pierre's video, or do you just want my number?" You smirk at him. You try to catch him off guard but he chuckles and smirks back at you.

"Can't a man have both?"

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miss-bridget · 2 months

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Gender Gap. Part 2

I laid the latex maid outfits out for my new toy to look at. I had taken the liberty to include contrasting cages too. He gurgled a protest around the ball gag and I slapped him hard across the face. He whimpered a little bit and I grabbed his shrunken balls roughly….

“Now, you little streak of rat’s piss. This is what will be happening. I’m going to give you a choice. It will be the only one you’ll get while you’re in my company. Pick a dress and a cage. We’re going to film a little video and it will be uploaded to every account you have…..LinkedIn, Facebook, tinder…..Grindr. I say that, because you might get a lot of new followers who like sissy cunts.”

He cried in pain as I then spitefully twisted his nipples. When he stopped snivelling he grunted and nodded his head toward the black dress. It was predictable, but at least the cage would be nice and pink for my little whore. In truth, he would be wearing both at various points, but we had to start somewhere. I locked the cage on his disgusting cock and tugged it once in place. Another gagged yelp escaped his mouth and another slap followed.

I stood him up and forced the dress on his body. The glossy latex clung to him, with the skirt flitting out nicely at the bottom. I spun him around and inserted a matching pink anal plug up his ass. His eyes widened as the toy invaded his rectum and he slumped in resignation. I was disappointed, I was expecting this ‘alpha’ prick to put up a fight…..but he was cowed and humiliated already.

I produced the black stockings and put them on his legs….one of them was laddered….enhancing his look of a used slut. The high heels were too small, but I wedged his trotters in them and dragged him to his feet. He tottered unsteadily, more groans of pain emanating from his drooling lips.

“There. We’re almost done. But you look far too ugly and I want a pretty maid, don’t I? So, I think we need to see if I can perform a miracle and turn you into something even I might want to fuck.”

I grabbed the make up bag and started to apply the rouge and the lipstick. His lips were perfectly wrapped around the ball gag, making it easier to paint him into a tart. Next, the garish blue eye shadow, mascara and false lashes.

I stood back and checked my work so far. “My goodness, you really are a wanton sissy aren’t you? If I check your cage I wonder if you like it so far.”

Of course he had a mirror in his office and I shunted him over to look. He struggled and tried to curse at me….so I stuck my hand up his ass and started to manoeuvre the plug around. He shrieked like a bitch and guess what? The dreary little cock was straining in its prison. I chuckled and brought him back to the chair to continue his makeover. The auburn wig wasn’t quite his colour, but he looked presentable from behind at least. The setting up of the camera took time, but at last we were ready as I got him on all fours….crawling around his office and shaking his plugged ass for me. I lifted the skirt and the base of the squat plug was firmly on show, along with the cock cage dangling uselessly in front.

The leather slave collar was buckled on and I led him around the office a few times. When I bent him over his desk, i made sure his cuffs were tight. He saw me take the strapon and step into it….i did it slowly and deliberately just to give him time to beg….but it wasn’t going to change my mind.

The camera was set and so was I……the plug would be removed and there would be no doubt, the little slag’s mascara would be running down his face….

TBC

#cd #glam girl #caught sissy #bound #punishment #gender gap

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strawb3rrystar · 9 months

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Genshin Men + Feminization

Pairing(s): Gorou, Wanderer, Thoma, Venti x GN! Reader

Warnings: Panties, Oral (M! Receiving), Master/Pet dynamic [Gorou] Lingerie, Nipple play, Humiliation [Wanderer] Maid outfit, Pet names (Sweetheart, Princess) [Thoma] Maid outfit, Spanking, Abuse of power [Venti]

Word count: 800+

Gorou

"I-I'm so sorry master!" Gorou cried, hiding his face. You sighed, looking at his soaked panties.

"What did you do this time, Gorou?" You cross your arms.

"I started thinking about you while I was cleaning and I couldn't help but touch myself." You already knew the reason. You had walked in on him rubbing his cock through his panties, his pre-cum soaking through the fabric.

You clicked your tongue, thinking of a proper punishment. Though, he had only broken one of your rules; don't touch yourself when I'm not around. You gently rub his thigh, making him flinch.

"What are you doing, master?" He asked as your hands tugged at the hem of his panties.

"Lift." You reply. He lifts himself up, making it easier to slip the soiled panties off. His cock looked painfully hard, it was almost pitiful. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the head of it.

"Mh-" He bit his lip, trying not to make too much noise. You kitten licked his slit, tasting his pre-cum on your tongue. Gorou lets out a breathy moan as you lick from the base to the pretty pink tip. One hand grabbed onto his thigh, while the other rested on his stomach.

"Master!" He moans, his cockhead hits the back of your throat. Hallowing your cheeks, you began to suck his cock. Making Gorou drool, his tail wagging.

"Please, please, please." He begs, knowing how cruel you can get. Gorou indistinctively grabs your head, pushing it all the way down as he came. His cum spilled down your throat as your nose pressed against his pelvis.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." He said, watching you spit out the remanding cum in your hand.

"It's okay, we're just getting started."

Wanderer

"I hate you," He grumbles as your camera flashes.

"Mhm, now can you do a twirl?" He spins around, giving you a nice view of his ass.

"Perfect," You set your camera down on the nightstand. Your boyfriend sat on the bed beside you in frilly pink lingerie.

"Do I get a reward for putting up with your bullying?" He asks, running his hand up your stomach.

"Please, like you don't bully me constantly. But, fine. What do you want?" You respond, rolling your eyes. He pulls up your shirt till your chest was exposed, immediately latching onto your right nipple.

"So you don't want something for yourself?" You tilt your head. He hums, continuing to suck on your now puffy nipple, pinching the other. You run your fingers through his hair.

"My pretty little slut, huh?" He grumbled, biting onto your other nipple.

"Hey! You were the one who agreed to wear the lingerie and let me take pictures, don't get all pissy now." You pinch his ear.

"Fuck you." He says before attacking your lips.

Thoma

"Why do you want me to wear this again?" Thoma asks, lifting up the skirt a little.

"Because it makes you look more manly, sweetheart." You chuckle, making grabby hands.

"Come here," He walks up to you, his hips swaying a little. Thoma kneels, pressing his face into your knee.

"My pretty little princess," You ruffle his headband-less hair, making him smile.

"I love you so much," He kisses your thigh.

"I love you more~" You respond in a sing-song voice. He nips your squishy flesh, making you yelp.

"You can love me more than I love you," He grins as you huff.

"Prove it," He stands up with a serious look. "Is that an order?"

"Indeed it is you slutty maid" You smirk, nodding your head.

"I'll show you who's a slut," He pins you to the bed.

Venti

"Please..." He whines, looking dazed out of his mind, without a drop of alcohol.

"Please, what?" You tug his thigh-high, making it snap against him. Venti doesn't respond, instead, he just shifts in his maid dress.

"Archons, you're a terrible maid." You slap his ass, making him yelp.

"Can't follow a simple order," Another slap.

"Mewling like a slut from getting spanked," He chokes back a moan with this one.

"No wonder you were cut off," You snap, tugging on his hair.

"Look at you now. Once a sought-after archon to nothing but a lowly maid." He whimpers, looking at you.

"Master Diluc was kind enough to let you off the hook with your ever-growing tab. But, I'm not Diluc, now am I?" You slap his ass again.

"N-no, you're not" He finally speaks.

"Oh, so you can talk?" You chuckle, shoving him off your lap. He lands on the ground with a yelp.

"Good, you'll need your voice for tomorrow anyways." You clasp your hands together and walk out of the room.

The summer event quest made my heart melt Also I really want to see that director guy in Fontaine.

Taglist -> @cafekitsune (Go support, all of the dividers are made by them)

#☆strawb3rrystar writes #☆genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin gorou #wanderer x reader #thoma x reader #venti x reader

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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Can you do a mc seeing the side characters in the maid dress also ! Your brothers headcanon was amazing and i loved it a lot !! Please please do it

I was waiting for an excuse to do this with the side characters! Except Luke of course.

!!Warning for slightly suggestive content!!

Side characters x gn!MC (without Luke)

Side characters in maid dresses with an MC that likes it a bit too much

Diavolo

He literally cosplayed Ruri-chan. The chances of him trying on a maid dress for fun are high. Just do it in the castle, no need for the whole Devildom to find out.

He probably called you to come for an emergency just for you to see him in a maid dress.

Why you may ask? He saw it in one of Levi's anime and he thought it was cute. You weren't gonna complain, he did look cute.

He insisted on serving you since he was already dressed like a maid...he still asked Barbatos to prepare the tea tho.

Every time he would bend to either pick something or to simply serve you get a glimpse of his clevage. Did I mention the top part of the costume looked like it was about to rip in any second?

It was already a bit too short with high thighs that hugged his thighs just the right way. What kind of anime did Levi show to the prince of Devildom!?

Diavolo noticed the way you tried so hard to keep eye contact and to not let your eyes wonder around his body.

He asked if there was anything bothering you. Of course you tried to tell him no but that didn't work. Diavolo has the ability to know when people are lying to him after all

He jokingly threaten that he will create illusions of whatever you were thinking about. That was more than enough to make you come clean about how much you liked him in this dress.

please devs, give me more diavolo using his powers.

He makes it a thing to invite to the castle to see him dressed in that maid outfit since you liked it that much.

Barbatos

You were helping him clean some old stuff from the castle when he stumbled across some of his old dame outfits, one which happened to be a maid outfit.

You begged asked him to try it on for the old time's sake. His beauty as a dame caused a huge panic accros the Devildom, it was only natural you wanted to see him as one.

In the end he agreed to not only dress in the maid outfit, but to also put on the make up and wig he used when he was a dame. His only condition was to keep this just between the two of you. The last time demons in Devildom saw him dressed as a dame it caused so much chaos that it hindered his work.

Imagine this Barbatos dressed in a maid dress.

You honestly didn't even know where to pay attention to. His face? The dress? The way his legs look with the heels on? He was breath taking in every sense of the word. No wonder there was a huge panic among demons.

He continued on with his work and you tried to help, you really did. But you could only focus on him. It didn't help the way the dress would ride up his thighs when he was trying to climb up the ladder to reach for some box full of things probably older than your entire bloodline.

It didn't help that he asked you to stay at the base of the ladder while he handed you stuff you couldn't be bothered to remember. You could so easily look up his dress. You weren't sure if he was trying to test you or not.

After what felt like an eternity he finally climbed down from that ladder and you thought you were safe just to tell you "If you actually do your work I promise to show you more of this particular dame outfit"

You don't remember the last time you started to clean so fast. You made sure that place was so clean you could eat off the floor.

Solomon

He is in a pact with Asmo. He is 100% getting put in some weird outfits. I am pretty sure it's canon he has a hard time saying no to Asmo.

Asmo is the one that called you to see Solomon in the maid outfit. Only to leave the two of you alone. His explanation? "I just needed someone to test if this outfit is comfortable to wear over longer periods of time. Have fun you two~".

Suddenly you were aware of the fact that not only you were alone with him, but also that he was in a maid dress. In a pretty revealing one too. It didn't cover up much.

Since he promised Asmodeus to keep wearing this outfit for a while he didn't change out of it, and asked you to stay with him. He couldn't exactly go out like this and it would quickly get boring if he was alone.

Of course you didn't refuse, no way are you going to pass on the chance to see more of Solomon in a maid outfit. He joked about serving you some of his food but you quickly came up with the excuse "What if Luke sees you like that?!" which seemed to work.

Since his idea with serving you food didn't work he just decided to focus on some magic experiments that you were all to happy to help.

The whole time he would either lean on you in order to grab something, making it impossible to look anywhere else but down his cleavage, or would come up behind you to guide your hands for an experiment. He would also try to climb some shelves in order to retrieve some books, giving you the perfect oportunity to look up his dress.

You made an effort to focus on the magic potions, but in the end, having most of your attention on Solomon made you careless. You spilled some of that potion on the maid dress, which seemed to dissolve.

You didn't know if you were supposed to be scared of Asmo's wrath from ruining his dress or turned by the fact that Solomon was nearly naked. Only a bit of the top part and the skirt of the dress seemed to survive.

You were about to start apologising up and down when you saw the smile on Solomon's face. It didn't take a genius to realize that this whole thing was a set up.

You tried to act annoyed but you couldn't, you enjoyed the whole thing. It didn't help that it looked like the maid outfit kept on dissolving, leaving behind only a Solomon in his underwear, knowing that his plan worked.

Simeon

Now, how did Simeon even get into a maid outfit? The answear is Thirteen. She tried to set up a trap for Solomon, that would put him in a cursed maid outfit for 24 hours. Unfortunately for both her and Simeon, the whole set up didn't go as planned.

Now Simeon was stuck in a maid outfit for 24 hours! He decided to just stay in his room and write for his next book and invited you to keep him company, and maybe help him with a few ideas.

At first everything seemed to go well. You made some small conversation here and there while he was writing. You got to see him sit all pretty in his dress with that cute expression he makes when he is in deep concentration.

After a while Simeon started to get annoyed, having a terrible case of writer's block that you didn't really didn't know how to help either.

He decided it was time for a break so he offered to cook something for the both of you. He needed to clear his mind and cooking might just be the thing that will help him.

The atmosphere was nice, Simeon seemed in a better mood than before now that he finished all cooking. Both of you nearly finished eating when Simeon's eyes widened like he just realized something. "I think I finally know how to continue the chapter I was on, I have to go write the idea now before I lose".

He tried to get up but the dress got caught on the edge of the sit which made him trip a bit over his own feet. While he didn't fall he did spil some of the food on the bottom half of his dress. He went to write down the idea quickly before coming back to the kitchen.

"I can't take off the dress, so I have to clean it this way for now." He pointed out as he tried to get the stain out of the dress. What he didn't realize was that he lifted the whole thing so he could wash it. From the waist down there was nothing covering him, except the tight highs, which were a bit see though anyway.

Simeon realized his mistake only after he was done cleaning his outfit. After all of that was done he seemed to have a new kind of writer's block. He would constantly look back at you only to get back to writing something.

At first you thought he was continuing on his book but it didn't take you a lot of time to notice he was writing for something else.

Around an hour later he handed you whatever he was writing comenting about how this was a vent about his feelings.

For a second you feared you made him uncomfortable with all of your staring at him, but he seemed to be rather blushful while waiting for your reaction.

When you finally decided to read through his writing you realized those were his thoughts about the whole situation. From the moment he got the curse to how the way you looked at him made him feel, and to your surprise and relief it was all positive.

In fact it was more than positive, no wonder he seemed embarrassed, the whole thing was borderline erotica. You'll really have to thank Thirteen later for her trap.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo headcanons #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos headcanons #obey me solomon headcanons #obey me simeon headcanons

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slutforleeminho · 11 months

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I’ve seen the maid minho and I didn’t dare to ask u for MAID LIX but ITS MAID LIX?!? idk like him wearing high things socks and the reader underwear? That would soo hwtt likee STFU I’ve thinking for days bout that and him being all subby and the fem reader being whipped for him ughh oh n the minho fic was soooooo goooddd i luv ur writing btw i talked alot lmao have a nice day/night thxx <3333

maid lix holds a special place in my heart. tysmm!

MY THOUGHTS ON MAID LIX<3

he would be standing in front of the full body mirror, scanning his eyes over every detail of his outfit to make sure everything looked perfect for you. everything had to be perfect for you.

you would enter the room after returning from a shopping trip with your friends, taken off guard by the sight of him. he was wearing white, shear thigh high stockings, and his pink maid dress. he had on a pink hoodie over the dress— the sleeves so long that they covered his hands and created little paws, he looked like a little kitten— so all that could’ve seen was the pink lacy skirt.

he noticed you in the mirror and quickly turned around. “you’re back!” he smiled so big his eyes almost disappeared. his freckles were darker too, decorating his cheeks so perfectly.

“y-yeah,” you stuttered out, but composed yourself by clearing your throat and continuing. “ i got you something” you set the shopping bags on the bed and grabbed the bag that had the mentioned “something” in it.

“you did?” excitement washed over his features as you reached your hand into the bag.

“well i actually got them for me but i think you would look way better in them” you pulled out a white lacy pair of panties, with a teeny tiny bow on the front. his eyes widened and his hands reached forward to take the item from your hands so he could examine it closer. he felt the soft material under his fingertips and he couldn’t deny that the thought of wearing something that was yours made his dick harden.

“these are so pretty. are you sure you want me to have them? you said you bought them for your-“ he started handing them back to you, shaking his head as a sign he couldn’t except your gift. “yes lix i want you to have them,” you took a step closer to him “i want to see you in them” you pushed back a small piece of hair out of his face and placed your palm over his cheek. he nuzzled closer to your hand, closing his eyes and humming in contentment.

“now will you put them on for me, pretty?”

—

once again he stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring the beautiful white, thin material covering his sex.

you sat on the edge of the bed, scanning your eyes over every detail of him. but not staying away from his crotch for too long. “give me a twirl” he hesitantly spun, giving you a show. his hands held up the bunched up fabric of his dress, so you could see clearly. “so pretty” you stood from the bed and trotted over to him. he shook as you ran your fingers over his exposed thighs, feeling his skin prickle from your touch.

“let me make you feel good hmm” you grazed your fingers over his prominent bulge before palming him. he let out a little whimper before nodding quickly.

you led him to lay down on the bed, the dress scrunched around his waist. “now let’s see how these look around your ankles” you yanked them down his legs before he could respond. his cock sprung forward, finally free from the confines. he was so hard and leaking pre cum. you grabbed the base of him and slowly drug your fingers up his shaft, just enjoying the weight of him in your palm. when you reached the tip, you ran your thumb over the slit, spreading his essence to use for lubricant. “oh-“ he whimpered when you squeezed him a little harder. you stroked him faster causing him to be a moaning mess. his hips jutting forward in search of more friction, which you gladly gave him by placing his tip in between your lips and sucking hard. “oh shit!” his back arched and his eyes screwed shut. his thighs tensed up, signaling he was getting close. “are you gonna cum, lixie?” he didn’t use his words to answer. he simply gripped the sheets and squeaked as he reached his peak. but before he could quite get there you pulled away, ceasing everything you were doing.

his hand shot to grab his throbbing dick and finish the job himself. but you grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head. “you’re getting brave aren’t you, pup? perhaps i’ve spoiled you too much” his breathing was erratic.

“why did you…” his voice trailed off but you knew what he was asking.

“do you really think you deserve to finish so quickly after that little stunt you pulled? getting all dressed up, cause you knew i wouldn’t be able to resist you” his breathing halted and his mouth closed into in this line. he couldn’t even look you in the eyes now. “i knew it. you knew what you were doing” you tucked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look at you. “do you not have anything to say for yourself?”

“i- i’m sorry. i just wanted your attention” he didn’t look at your eyes, he was too busy staring at your lips.

“oh honey all you had to do was ask” that dominant show was melting away, he was too sweet and innocent to punish. “what do you need from me, love?”

“want to be inside you” his big puppy eyes stared up into yours. how could you say no?

you slipped your pants off, followed by your underwear. once you were hovering over him once more, he had a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. “what’s the matter, baby?”

“can i be on top this time?” you thought your heart would explode at his words. you teased him and ruined a perfect orgasm. and he still wanted to make love to you. “of course you can” you flipped over on your back and spread your legs open for him to slot between. he hovered over you and placed his lips on yours. the kiss was eager and messy. he wanted to slow down but he was so needy, the remnants of his spoiled orgasm lingered in the pit of his stomach. it was hard to hold back.

he was the first to break the kiss, leaning back on his knees and lining himself up with your entrance. his face contorted with pleasure as he pushed the tip in. his eyebrows knitted together and his bottom lip in between his teeth. it took everything inside of him not to blow right now, but he wanted to make you feel good first. once he bottomed out he took a moment to breathe, finally releasing the breath he was holding in. you held the skirt of his dress up so you could have the perfect view of him so snug inside you.

he finally started moving, starting of slow but deep. hitting every sweet spot. he started to pick up the pace, causing you to whimper every time he slammed into you, pressing up against your cervix. “just like that, lix.” you threw your head back, just enjoying the feeling of him filling you up so good, until that familiar feeling started to fill your lower belly. “shit i’m gonna cum”

“yeah?” his voice was like a squeak, cracking as he spoke. he grabbed the back of your right thigh, pushing it up and close to pressing against your stomach. the new position gave him access to go even deeper. “fuck!” your vision went dark as you came, your legs shaking and your walls clamping down on felix, which pushed him over the edge. he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

he collapsed on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck as he came down from the amazing high. you hugged him close and played with his hair, pulling on the strands every now and then, making him grunt. the vibrations of his deep voice tickled.

“that tickles” you giggled and shied away from him, but he only pulled you closer, placing wet kisses all over your neck. “come on big boy let’s go shower” he whined and held you tighter. he was still inside you so you did the only thing you could think of to get his attention. you clenched your walls around him as hard as you could. he flinched from the overstimulation.

“don’t do that!” he whined and pulled himself out of you. you could already feel his cum dripping out of you.

“well don’t ignore me! and don’t forget i’m still contemplating on that punishment” you said only half jokingly.

“fiiiine” he helped you of the bed and into the shower in which he joined you. “i love you” he said while kissing your neck.

“i love you more, lix”

I’m SOOO sorry this took so long! i’ve been having trouble writing fics that i actually think are good. tbh i’m not very fond of this one but i felt horrible not responding for so long:(

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plutobutartsy · 10 months

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angel in a maid dress!!! :D

they were plannimg on getting it in pink but changed their mind when they remembered yellow is david's fave colour (thanks discord muah)

bonus: davey's reaction + flats ^-^

ID and tag list under the cut!!

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Image 1: A stylized drawing of Angel in a maid outfit. Angel is depicted as a short black and feminine presenting person with dark skin and a curvy, chubby build. Their head is tilted slightly to the left side and they are looking at the viewer with a smile. Angel is slightly blushing and they are wearing light orange eyeshadow as well as a shiny transparent lipgloss. Their right hand is raised towards their forehead with their palm facing the front and their middle and ring finger curled. With their other hand they are slightly raising up the skirt of their dress. Their left leg is also slightly raised towards the side. They wear their straight dark brown hair in a side part with the ends slightly curling up at the shoulders. There are also four light brown streaks in their hair, two running along their fringe on their left side and two starting beneath their right ear. The base colour of the dress they are wearing is yellow. It has long puffed sleeves and comes down to cover their knees. Their apron is white with ruffles at the bottom and on the straps and with a big bow in front of their stomach at waist height. At the bottom of the dress, two white ruffled peticoats peek out. At their collar, they are wearing a white jabot and a light orange bow on top of it. On their head sits a white ruffled maid headpiece with orange ribbons at the sides. Their shoes are light yellow mary-janes that show off their white ruffled socks. Around Angel, there are sunflowers in the corners of the image and framing their face are some sparkles. The drawing is fully coloured and shaded.

Image 2: A stylized drawing of simplified Angel and David. Angel is wearing the same outfit as before. They are bending forward towards David with a happy smile on their face and a slight blush. David, who is drawn as a tall man wearing a simple T-shirt and pants, as well as with his hair pushed back, is looking at Angel with a surprised expression. He us blushing a bright red. There's a speech bubble comming from Angel, saying, "Davey!!! How do I look? Do you like it?" Next to them is text that says, "knows exactly what they're doing", as well as small flowers and sparkles framing their face. A second text next to David clarifies that he is speechless. The background is completely in yellow while David, Angel and the speech bubble are in white.

Image 3: The same drawing of Angel as the first image, except the sunflowers are missing and the drawing is only in flat colours.

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@oceanicwhitetipshark @febreze-bottle-without-febreze @teaseat @swanconcerto @beemybella @soup-scope (send an ask to be added or removed <3)

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katsukikitten · 1 year

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Steamer Kaminari in a maid outfit.

Warnings: bro it's smut I dunno what to tell you. Subby Kaminari, fem reader,

Kaminari was a good streamer, the best. Doing anything for his audience within reason and when they vote for him to do a 48h stream in a maid costume and cat ears, he can't say no.

He gets a nice one, where the skirt and frills go to his knees, even wears the lacy thong that comes with it. Getting into it was easy.

Getting out of it was hard.

He's high energy the whole time right until he ends the stream. In the quiet of his low lit room, after promises of wearing the outfit again he suddenly feels a little overstimulated when he can't get the fucking zipper underneath his skirt undone.

Frustrated tears in his eyes as he calls his pretty room mate into the room. Your eyes filled with mischief as he keeps his glasses on, hiding the pearly tears in his lashes.

"M sorry. I just can't get the fuckin zipper." His voice turns into a whine at the end, throwing his hands on the skirt with flushed cheeks. You know he's really upset when he uses fuck like that, furrowing your brows you squeeze his fingers.

"It's alright, I'm here." You coo and he gives a sniffle and a nod. The comfort making his chest warm and his head spin. Sinking to your knees you get between his legs, flipping up his skirt and seeing his where the zipper is stuck.

But mostly your eyes keep finding his bulge barely contained in the silky fabric of the thong.

"Denks, you wore that?" It's soft, it isn't accusatory or judgmental.

"Y-yea." He's flushed now, so embarrassed his stomach flutters and you get to see his abs flex. You lick your lips, "I probably look stupid, heh, but I did promise to wear the whole thing."

It looked good on him, the whole outfit, tapering in at his waist, showing off the his muscles when he flexed, really showcasing that he was slim but lean. Your nails bite into his thighs and he bites back a moan. Sensitive when he's tired and you're under his skirt where it's getting humid, he can feel your breath on his inner thigh and all he can think about is placing his hand on the back of your head over his skits and you bobbing on his length.

Fuck no, stop! He can't be thinking of this he'll- he'll-

It's too late as you watch him harden with a hooded gaze, watch the pre cum darkening the fabric.

He just hopes you don't notice, he clears his throat, "Didya um find the zipper?"

He bites his lips, your fingers ghosting over his bare ass and inner thigh just to watch his cock twitch.

"I'm having trouble finding it." This time you purposely scratch harder and he groans. Letting your fingers slide up and down his inner thigh until your just at his taint, testing as you give it a firm, press. His hips jerk and it almost puts his clothed cock in your face.

His knees already weak, "I- I don't think it's-"

He struggling to catch his breath, to think straight.

"Oh it's not there?" You hum and ghost over his balls gently pulling his heavy sac, "Here?"

"No. Hiii-higher."

"Oh." You act as if it's a grand discovery, placing your hand over his bulge, rubbing him through the silk, "Here?"

His hand finds your head as he feels like he's losing balance, using you to prop himself up.

"There." He rasps and you slowly pull down his thong.

"This was in the way. " Chiding tone as you toss the underwear where he can see, pumping his thick length spreading the pre from the angry tip. Coating him in his arousal as he pants above you, squeezing the base of his cock a bit harder before your touch lightens as you get to the tip. Over and over applying more and more pressure until he's panting above you.

The cock head weeping pre cum and an angry red, inviting you to take a taste. Dragging the tip of your tongue across the leaking hole and he jolts. It's salty, but not overpowering at all.

"Taste so pretty." It makes you feral, rubbing your thighs together for a moment, "Look so pretty. Is this all for me?"

"Yes." It's a quick push of breath, barely a whisper and it surprises himself. The two of you were good friends, close friends. Having seen each other naked hundreds of times before and his body never reacted like this before.

"And you've got such a nice collar, it says pretty boy doesn't it? That's what I'll call you my pretty boy. " You're purring bringing the flat of your tongue to press against the underside of his cock, following the snaking vein and he yelps. Pulling him into your mouth as much as you can, gagging around his cock head as your hand covers what does fit.

He whines, the warmth of your mouth enveloping him makes his knees buckle, both of his hands on your head now as you stay hidden under his skirt. Lungs catching on his ribs as he gasps. You set a slow pace, swirling your tongue just right, swallowing around his swollen head and hollowing your cheeks making his head spin.

Your bobbing gets faster the louder he gets. Such soft, sweet sounds coming past his lips, tears catching in his lashes as he moans your name.

"M close. I'm sorry I'm so close." You can feel him twitching in your mouth. A loud slurping sound comes from under his skirts before you pop off of him to speak. Pumping him to keep him stimulated enough.

"Wanna cum pretty boy?" You ask tapping his hands so you can come from under his frills stuffing his skirts into the belt of the apron so he can see you pumping his cock. His sac tightens, the sight almost enough.

"Yes." It's soft, hardly heard over the sound of your hand fisting his cock slick from his pre and your spit.

"Hmm?" You hum, moving your fingers to work your clit over your shorts he can hear you. Hest how sticky you sound, all of that just from pleasing him. He swallows thickly, he can almost see stars.

"Yes ma'am. I would like to cum." He doesn't know why he addresses you that way or when the words left his mouth. But even on your knees you looked so powerful. Leisurely playing with your pretty cunt while giving him the best hand and blow job of his fucking life.

"So polite. For that I'll let you choose. On my face or down my throat?" He can't think, he isn't even sure he could register those words, trying to replay what you said in his head as he tries to form words around his groans. He isn't sure he'll have this opportunity again. On one hand it's hot as hell to blow a load on a pretty girls face. On the other cumming in someone's mouth was sublime. He jerks again and his sunglasses clatter to the floor, easily forgotten.

"Throat, pl-please." He gasps and stutters, "Ma'am"

"That's my good and pretty boy. " You hum the praise and his cock twitches in your hands, "Can you do one more thing for me?"

"Anything."

"Meow for me pretty boy. Nice and loud." You're looking up at him tongue under his cock head, the wet muscle fluttering and it makes spit drip onto your shirt.

"Meow." You could barely hear it.

"Again, louder."

"Meow." His cheeks flushed so red but he does keep eye contact with you.

You take in more of him, as much as you can, gagging again around him while keeping your eyes open as best you could, still pressing your puffy clit through those tight shorts and the sights and sounds are too much. Your sticky cunt, the slurping from your mouth, the way when you gag it makes your warm heat that much slicker, the ruffle of the soft maid outfit snug on his body.

He moans loudly, hips jerking making you gag again. Filling the back of your throat with creamy ropes of hot cum and a lot of it. Making you swallow around the sensitive head and he whimpers. Your hands pressed firmly on his cute ass cheeks to keep him as deep as you can.

"Please. Please. It's too much." Tears falling down his cheeks now, knees so weak they buckle before he catches himself.

You come off of him with a lewd pop only after making him shudder one last time, a thick silvery string connecting you and his cock before it breaks.

Standing and pulling him into a hug, your face in his chest as he tightly wraps his arms around you. Fingers feather his back and his electric blonde hair as he presses his face into your throat.

"You're okay?" All he can do is nod, "Good, now when you're hard again I'm going ride you for the rest of the night, so you can sleep really nice, my pretty boy."

@saturnsorbits @frostthecupcake my Denki fuckers here is a piece of the denks pie 👀

#kaiminari denki x reader #sub!denki x reader #denki x reader #maid outfit denki #kitten writes denki 🖤🐈‍⬛

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 7 months

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Neverwhere

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 007

Summary: this is my entry for the PedroHalloween2023 with the theme Masquerade Ball on Halloween. The first bit is based off a really nice dream I had, it was so nice it gave me the title!

Warnings: mostly just lots of adorable fluffy goodness, there is a bad movie trailer at the end so watch out!

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The screen shows a beautiful masquerade ball with many beautiful, masked attendees dancing around. Beautiful enchanting music is playing, matching the beautiful, enchanting atmosphere. The camera lighting shows a few dancers dressed in colourful outfits and glittering masks before focusing on one lone person. A young woman in a dark, midnight blue dress dons a black mask.

“My Lady Midnight,” the woman in the black mask pauses and looks confused at the man who addressed her. He too wears midnight blue and a black mask. “You wear my colours; you must be my lady.”

She looks down at her blue dress, “It is a beautiful colour.”

The screen cuts to a previous scene. It is a bedroom where two maids are standing looking at their lady who is passed out drunk. The face of the lady does not match that of the one wearing the beautiful dress and black mask. It is the younger maid and now she faces the man who wears the black mask. She is pretending to be the rich lady, but no one notices that it is the maid wearing the expensive dress under the mask.

“You are most certainly beautiful, my Lady Midnight.”

The camera dances with the couple as they waltz together, lost in their own little world. The music swells in intensity.

Several scenes interweave with this dancing. Hands hold a beautiful midnight blue envelope, the words My Lady Midnight written upon them. These hands open the envelope and pull out a note.

A voiceover of the older maid gives a warning, “There is a reason he is called the Lord of Midnight.”

A hand rests on a vanity, trying to support the rest of the man. He lifts his head to the mirror where the camera can see that unnatural looking dark veins are creeping up his neck. He is clearly suffering under some curse which is slowly destroying his body.

The maid continues her warning, “He’ll suck the light out of you Elaine, then you’re left a dark husk of a person.”

The couple finish their dance and the music softens with them and then it stops as they stop, just staring at each other through their masks.

“A kiss before you leave, my Lady Midnight,” she nods, expecting one on the lips but instead he places one on her neck.

She gasps as the screen cuts to black. The words ‘Neverwhere’ quietly dance on the screen in gold.

*****

“Oh, this is going to be a sexy film,” you looked over to Dieter who had buried his face in your shoulder.

“What is with that voice?” his whine was evident that he was hating his performance.

“I think you sound sexy,” he just mumbled his protests. “Is there anything you do like?”

“I like your makeup work.”

“Of course you’d say that. But I still like your voice. I wish you’d use that voice at bit more around the house.”

That perked him up, “Really?”

“Really really.” Dieter started his usual canoodling, but you had to pause him mid-canoodle. “I’d love to but, we’ve got some pumpkins to carve.”

*****

You practically bounced out of the house as you were about to finally tick pumpkin carving off your long Halloween bucket list. Looking at the set of pumpkins in front of you, you were trying to decide which were suitable for carving and which you just felt like painting. The two biggest were set to have their inside carved out. The smaller ones were beautiful on their own or could work as a canvas. It was all on your list in your big Halloween notebook.

“I’ve never done pumpkin carving before.”

“The Queen of Halloween has never done pumpkin carving before?” Before you could dip your head in shame, Dieter kissed your cheek, “It’s okay. We can do as much as you like every year.”

“Every year?” he handed you the knife.

You set about carving the top of the pumpkin but as soon as you started to lift the lid, you felt hands covering your eyes.

“Dieter, what’s going on?”

“I think I should empty out the pumpkins.”

“Why?”

“It might trigger your trippy phobia thing.”

“You really think it’ll set off my trypophobia? I’ve dealt with pumpkin before.”

“Yeah but this is a lot of it,” he seemed insistent and steered you around. “Why don’t you go inside and get the paint and I’ll do this?”

“You sure? I worry you’ll injure yourself.”

“With a spoon?” He uncovered his hands from your eyes so you could see how sincere his face was.

“Okay, tell me when you’re done.”

*****

“It’s safe to come out, honey cakes.”

You came out as Dieter was wrapping up the pumpkin’s innards in butcher paper. Putting the paint supplies to the side, you picked up two small carving knives.

“One each?”

“I’ve never carved pumpkins myself.”

“Seriously?”

“My family weren’t really into the whole holiday.”

“So you’ve never gone trick or treating?”

“Nope.”

“Apply bobbing?”

“Nope.”

“The doughnut on a string thing?”

“How do you know more about Halloween than I do?”

“Oh, it’s always fascinated me. Every time I’d watch a scary movie set around the holiday; I’d get jealous of everyone on screen. Well, except those that got killed, of course.”

Dieter could only smile warmly at your enthusiasm as he often did.

Carving complete, you revealed them to each other after the count of three, holing them up to your faces like they were your own heads.

“As you can see,” you flourished your hand over your pumpkin, “I went with the typical Jack O’Lantern style. I feel it a good choice for my first pumpkin.”

“I went with a similar style with slight alterations.” He revealed his pumpkin to be very much the same, except the eyes were heart shaped instead of the typical triangles. “I based it off how I feel every time I look at you.”

“Well if they were giving out prizes, you’d win the adorable award.” You kissed him on the cheek and then gestured to the paint and other pumpkins waiting for their makeover. You went with a simple polka dot of ghosts while Dieter got more elaborate with his particular pumpkin, so you had finished long before he had gotten halfway through his. You scrolled through your phone while he painted to keep him company. When he finished, he showed you a beautiful stained glass collage of roses interwoven with vines.

“Oh, that’s lovely!” you exclaimed.

“Yeah?” you nodded and he smiled proudly.

“Oh by the way, the trailer for Knightmare is out.” Dieter merely grumbled, “I think it’s coming out the same time as Neverwhere.”

He set his pumpkin down next to yours to dry, “No it’s not.”

You checked your phone again, “Yeah, it’s coming out in the same week.”

“Great, I’m going to have to compete with that Aldritch prick.”

“Doesn’t his film have a lot of visual effects? Will they have everything ready in time?”

Dieter just shrugged.

“I’m a bit curious now to see the trailer,” you mused.

“Will you see the film when it comes out?”

“Probably not.”

“But he’s not in Neverwhere.”

“But it’s a horror film.”

“I don’t go and see every horror film that comes out. I’ll just watch the film out that week with my favourite actor.”

“He’s not? How can you not be in Neverwhere?”

“Oh, I am in Neverwhere.”

You were thoroughly confused, “I’m thoroughly confused now.”

“Isn’t your favourite actor the one that never shows his face?”

You had to ponder for a while, “You mean Doug Jones? Oh, I wish he were in Neverwhere.”

“Never mind. But if he were to be in Neverwhere?”

You suddenly realised something was up and look at Dieter, “Wait, are you stalling because you don’t want to watch this trailer?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re not curious?”

“I was curious but now I’m comfortable in my sexuality,” that elicited a snort from you. He stood up and put his hand out to yours, “But I’ll watch it with you if you want.”

“Are you sure? Won’t you need protecting in case it gets scary?”

“If it’s just the teaser then it shouldn’t be too bad,” he pulled you up into his embrace. “I’d much prefer if I was the teaser but…”

“But you can do that later,” you finished for him in a husky tone.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Dieter practically bounced back into the house.

*****

The camera focuses on a martini glass. It is sitting on a table in a very swanky apartment overlooking a city at night. Rain is heard in the background. A hand grasps the martini glass. The camera slowly shifts to the hand holding the glass. The man takes a sip of his vodka martini and looks out at the lights of the city. The audience doesn’t see the full face of the one holding the glass, but they can hear him.

A single note of a piano plays.

“The night is my enemy, but the night is also my friend.” The voice is too gravelly to sound natural.

The piano plays another single note.

The camera fades to black. It flashes to an alleyway. Bats fly into the alleyway and as the camera moves closer, a man walks out of the alleyway. Again, the screen cuts to black and the gravelly voice talks again.

The piano plays yet another single note.

“The night has to learn to be friends with me.”

The camera shows the bright lights of a lab where the man who was holding the martini glass is now holding a beaker and looking at some bright green liquid. He adds a drop of another liquid, and the bright green liquid turns from black to bright red.

Instead of a single piano note it is a loud bass note.

“I write about the darkness.”

The camera now shows the man shirtless, clearly showing off his very chiselled muscles. There is no other reason for this scene other than to show off the actor’s perfect body.

“But now it writes about me.”

The loud bass note comes back.

Now the camera shows a pair of wings lifting from off screen. They wrap around the arms of the man, acting as a knights armour. The wings cover the mans face, almost like a mask. This would be very impressive if the visual effects had more time to work with their craft.

“I am Knightmare!” The man erupts into a terrible rendering of bats. They look more like they were drawn in a last-minute Paint programme and then copied and pasted without any time or thought put into it. The badly done bats merge back into the man but his face looks like it has the picture of a bat pasted onto his face and is struggling to adjust to the real-life movement of his face.

*****

You snorted then erupted into laughter, only managing to stop yourself in time. “Was that supposed to be funny?”

“What is with that voice?” Dieter was stupefied by the sheer absurdity on screen he forgot it was supposed to be a horror film. You had as well.

“This looks so bad. Not the so bad it’s good, so bad it’s bad.”

“I don’t think I have anything to worry about now.”

“People will most definitely hate watch this.”

“For sure,” he now put his hands up and wiggled in fingers to mock a scary gesture “I am Knightmare!” He moved as if to tickle you even though he knew it was a futile attempt as you weren’t ticklish. However, you gave a slight squeal as his hands gently grabbed you.

“Please no! Not that voice! Use the other voice,” he seemed confused. “The one from your trailer.”

Dieter moved his hands away from you and emitted a soft, “You mean this voice?”

It was exactly what you wanted, and you leaned over, placing your hands on his thighs and pulling yourself closer.

“Didn’t I promise that you’d get to be the teaser now?”

“You did?”

“I did.”

Lovingly tagging @pedrocontestsrus @joelswritingmistress @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl

#PedroHalloween2023 #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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ask--eggman · 2 months

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*looks like someones shipped a anonymous valentines day gift! a french maid outfit complete with thigh-highs, exactly in his size*

*Opens the box and frowns at the sight of the frills visible on the folded material* Huh? What on Earth is this? *Unfolds*

A... Dress? Did someone intend to get this for their girlfriend and it somehow ended up at my base? I mean, it can't be for me. Why would I wear a dress? And a maid one at that, I'm not supposed to be anyone's servant, everyone else is supposed to be mine!

But wait a minute. It does look very big, like it could fit... Well, while it's far from what I'd choose for myself, I would look good in it because I look good in everything, of course... And it's here so, might as well try it on, I guess.

*A few minutes in the closet later*

This skirt is very short! An inch higher and my butt would be hanging out! The chest area is a little tight but the rest fits perfectly...

These are very long socks. Sure I'm tall but my ankle length isn't that much. Oh, wait. I think I'm supposed to pull them up. *They stop exactly where his thighs should be* Ah, there we go. They're quite comfy...

*He steps in front of the mirror to take a look. The dress hugs all the right areas perfectly, the skirt is very short but bounces perfectly when lifting it to curtsey.*

*The low cut shows his chest hair and his tits that are pushed up and accentuated by the dress. He lifts a leg up to pose and get a good look at the thigh highs.*

*His face flushes at the sight of himself in the mirror. He's embarrassed and flustered but with conflicting feelings of... excitement?*

Wow, I make this look good! I mean, I knew I would hehe.

*Plays with mustache in hopes it will distract from the blush on cheeks* Hello, my loyal and devoted followers. I don't know which one of you decided to send this to me but here it is. Ehehe, I look beautiful don't I?

#ask #roleplay ask blog #sonic #Note: Ohh he likes it~ Hey what's that poking the skirt area xD #ask blog #doctor robotnik #doctor eggman #rp #dr robotnik #dr eggman #sonic the hedgehog #eggman #Dr Eggman #Dr robotnik #roleplay #doctor Eggman

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Hi C-puff. Since you know your manga/anime, do you have any suggestions for a person feeling nostalgic for Chobits but not looking to re-read it?

hmmmm~ 🤔

I think it depends what it is you liked about Chobits itself. A Magical Girlfriend anime (not to be confused with magical Girl anime) that I quite like but which is a little all over the place with its anime adaptations is "Oh My Goddess" or "Aah My Goddess" depending on how it's translated. it's a lot lighter than Chobits in tone, but it does have a weird mix of magical girlfriend romance... and a SEVERE interest in motorcycles. The laborious detail the manga has on its machinery is ridiculous. Fujishima Kousuke just completely indulging himself. It's great. Also it has one of the most interesting concepts for how its whole "Goddess" system works. I recommend the movie from the 2000s (which wasn't attached to any specific anime at the time) which if only in aesthetic is one of my favourite "easy to watch" anime movies. It also had a proper anime tv series made for it around 2005 I think?

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For something a little grittier that really explores relationships and especially heartache a little more in depth, I'd recommend "Video Girl Ai" which is a 6 episode OVA which is based on the manga Denei Shoujo. It's far more mature (in themes, not in adult content) regarding loneliness and relationships as experienced by normal Japanese teenagers in a way that focuses on the emotional side of things. So if you need something a little less wish fulfillment and a little more personal I'd recommend it.

If you don't mind an ecchi, there is Mahoromatic: The Automatic Maiden which I still have to watch myself past the first 3 episodes, but I find the plot synopsis extremely juicy;

Mahoro Andou is a powerful combat android designed by Vesper, a secret organization protecting the world against alien invaders. Unfortunately, her remaining operational time is running short. If she continues to fight, she will shut down in about one month. However, if she chooses to avoid combat, she can live freely for over a year.

Suguru Misato is a high school boy who lives alone in a large house left behind by his late parents. Like any other boy his age, he has trouble taking care of the house on his own, so he decides to enlist the help of a maid. His problem is solved in the most unexpected way: when a couple of thugs hijack the bus he is riding, a young, beautiful girl wearing a maid outfit saves the day. It turns out that this girl is Mahoro, who has chosen to live her remaining days as Suguru's new maid.

Mahoro makes the best of her remaining time and develops bonds with Suguru and his friends during their peaceful yet lively everyday interactions. However, Mahoro is hiding her true intentions behind becoming Suguru's maid, that being that she is the one responsible for his father's death.

Again, just be aware it IS an Ecchi and as such has a lot of adult humour, however if you're familiar with the Chobits anime it's about on par with that (although the Chobits manga is not as sexually focused as the anime is). Mahoromatic is also a show created by Gainax around the same time as Chobits but before the studio had made FLCL. (it also has some INSANE sakuga in it). Just be aware you're in for a lot of anime tiddy.

Then there's DearS but I wouldn't recommend DearS because it's literally a Chobits ripoff. They have the exact same plot except DearS is even more of an ecchi than Chobits with none of the interesting meta-human commentary and more "look at my hot alien waifu who has the intelligence of a child" thing.

I see a lot of people on MAL also recommend an anime called "Plastic Memories" but I am not familiar with it myself. It's got a pretty decent score tho, and the premise seems interesting as another Android/human love story which also has the plot point of the robot girl's lifespan being on a short timer.

I hope one of those might be what you're looking for!

#C-Puff answers #anime

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sunnfish · 10 months

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[Image Description: A digital illustration of Tashiro Gonzaburou from Sasaki to Miyano. He has slightly longer, shoulder length hair worn loose; he’s wearing a long, modest maid dress outfit with a slight diamond motif. His pose shows him facing forward, his right hand lightly holding up a part of the skirt, and the other hand held up as if waving gently; he wears a light smile and looks off to the left. It uses a purple color palette and the canvas is decorated with pictures of patterned heart stickers. The artist’s signature “sunnfish 2023” is overlayed. /End Description]

Tashiro girlification 6: the finale …

Based on this poll :D

#tashiro gonzaburou #sasaki to miyano #sasaki and miyano #sunnfish.pdf #my art #putting them all together tomorrow… :]#gon chan

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rogersideup · 2 years

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A sticky situation

(Steve Rogers x reader)

All fluff

Word count: 3,225

Summary: For as long as you can remember, Steve’s love for you has been laced and tangled into your hair. After a bad day at work, you find yourself stuck in a sticky situation. Will Steve approve of your impromptu haircut?

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

AN: ahhh my first fic! I did my best to keep the description of the reader’s hair inclusive to all hair types. All mistakes are my own. Hope you enjoy!

When your friend, Maddie, set you up on a blind date, she was met with nothing but protests and excuses as to why you weren't ready for that kinda thing yet.

The date was tonight at 7pm sharp, and she made it very clear that showing up on time meant you had shown up late. So really, the date was at 6:50pm.

She had only told you half way through your work day on lunch break.

"Oh bitch do I have the opportunity for you" Maddie's voice rang through your phone as you were shoveling food down your throat in attempts to have some time to tidy up your classroom before a stampede of 7-8 year olds came back just to mess it up all over again.

"Yeah? And what's that?" You questioned curiously.

"A date. Tonight. Trust me when I say you do not want to miss out on this one" She presented.

"Oh trust me, I most definitely do" You practically barked out a cackle at her statement.

"No you don't. In fact, you'll be so thankful for this date that you're going to ask me to be maid of honor when you two get married" Confidence laced in her tone.

"Oh yeah? Tell me about him? What makes him so special that I'd want to do anything other than go home and eat cold pizza by myself on a Friday night?"

"First of all, that's really sad. Second of all, I happen to know you already have a crush on him. I'm not going to tell you who he is, but you'll know the second you get there. Plus he already agreed so it would be kind've rude to waste his time"

"Maddie" You threw your head back in complaint. "What do you mean I have a crush on him? You know I get out of work at 4, right?"

"Which is exactly enough time for you to go home and change before the date! Wear something casual but nice, you're meeting at that new bar on 21st street. Oh, and also you don't have a choice. I got this opportunity for you based on pure luck so if I find out you aren't going to show up, I'm coming over to your place and dragging you there myself" Maddie threatened.

"You're a pain in my ass? You know that?" You questioned with a playful tone. You knew she was only looking out for you.

"Of course I do."

You spent the whole rest of your work day empty minded while your students worked on their art projects. However, art day meant staying later to clean up the absolute mess the second graders made. They could never seem to keep their wiggly fingers to themselves which resulted in smeared paint, teeny bits and pieces of cut up construction paper stuck into the carpet and tacky Elmer's glue on the desks, and the messiest of all, glitter. Everywhere.

Clinging to your clothes, between the fibers of the rugs, flying through the air with each time a student walked through the room, and stuck to the tiny hands that hugged you goodbye every single evening.

By the time you got home at 5:45, and took a look in the mirror you knew it was rough. You looked just as tired as you felt and the clothes on you body were screaming to be washed.

You chugged a glass of coffee as a mid-day pick me up before taking a quickest shower time could possibly allow. You through on the cleanest outfit she could find, smacked on the bare minimum make up to make you look more alive, then you got to your hair.

An absolute rats nest that was once perfectly styled this morning. The day was not kind to it, and frankly there was no proper way to fix it. After one last call to Maddie letting her know that there was no way you could show up for a date in the condition you were in, you were met with empty threats once again.

There wasn't enough time to wash it and start fresh since apparently you were meeting the most punctual man on the planet, so you popped it in a sleek low bun with a few loose strands in front and prayed to whatever god would listen that he wouldn't notice the glitter that somehow found a way to reside in it.

You weren't happy about it, and honestly, it made you not want to go. It simply wasn't cooperative, keeping you humble and knocking down your confidence to the absolute bare minimum.

So when you walked into the bar feeling not the best about yourself, you looked around before your eyes landed on a lonesome man a table by himself.

The sight felt like a punch to your stomach and you cursed the coffee for contributing to the way your heart raced.

Surely, that couldn't be your date. Right?

Then, his eyes met yours and he gave you a big toothy smile before standing up to greet you.

"Y/N?" He asked just to confirm you really were the girl he had seen pictures of.

"Uh, yeah. Hi!" She slapped a smile on because holy shit Maddie set you up on a date with Captain America and you had glitter in your god damn hair.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Steve" he politely introduced himself while wrapping you in a friendly hug.

You'd like to believe that the small talk went well, but the whole time you were too focused on making sure you weren't presenting yourself as a weird obsessive fan while also letting him know that you were well aware of his job title.

Luckily your drink did wonders to calm your nerves and build up the confidence your mediocre hairstyle took from you.

"So, what do you do for work? I think Maddie mentioned something about kids?" He asked politely.

"I teach second grade" You informed him with a smile.

"Ah, that explains the glitter in your hair" He smiled while you internally groaned.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice" You giggled awkwardly. "My job is great and I absolutely love all my students, but it certainly doesn't leave much time for good hair days. Especially for impromptu dates after work"

"Your hair looks great!" He complemented, and you could hear the sincerity. "I think the glitter really adds to the whole ensemble you have going on here. I really like it"

"Really?" You asked genuinely surprised at his kindness. "Thank you! I almost didn't come because I'm having a bad hair day."

"I'm very glad you did. I wouldn't consider this anywhere near what my bad hair days are like"

Oddly enough, his acknowledgment and complements put your mind at ease enough to actually enjoy the rest of the time you spent with him.

You ended up clicking a lot better than anyone else you've been on a date with recently, and found yourselves at that same table until the bar closed.

He walked you home like the true gentleman he was, and nervously stood at your doorstep as you fumbled your keys to unlock the creaky door.

When it finally flew open with some pressure to the rusty hinges, you found out that his nerves were because he really enjoyed the time he spent with you, and wondered if you would want to do this again someday soon.

After an enthusiastic attempt at agreeing on a time and date, and a quick kiss to his cheek in attempts to keep it classy, you finally said goodnight to each other.

As he walked away he couldn't help but to look back at you and give a final "and please show up even if you think your hair is messy"

One date turned to two, and two to four, four to eight, and in the blink of an eye, you and Steve had been going steady for almost a year.

As your relationship deepened, so did his love for your hair.

Every morning you woke up next to him, he would lovingly run his fingers through the length, gently brushing it away from your face and off his shoulder.

Whenever you were sad or scared, he held you so tight against his chest. One hand rubbing your back while the other held the back of your head. He would rest his check on the crown of your scalp and nestle it into the soft strands.

Whether you just got back from the hair salon, or had woken up from the best nap of your life with your hair flying in all sorts of directions you didn't even know was possible, he made it a point to tell you how pretty you looked.

Steve always thought you looked beautiful.

From tucking flyaways behind your ears while the two of you made love, to gathering it all at the base of your head and holding it back while you threw up from a bad case of the stomach flu, it was like his love was always entangled in your hair.

But it wasn't just your hair, it was his too.

You always loved how unique the color of his hair was. Golden blonde right on top that deepened into a rich chocolate shade on the back of his head. On the off chance he didn't get an opportunity to shave, his glorious beard was almost the same shade of brown. But oddly enough, it had deep hues of mahogany red with just a touch of a few silver strands that he credited to stress. Definitely not due to the fact that the man was well over a hundred years old.

On days he would come back from missions dirty, sweaty, and exhausted, his favorite thing in the whole world was when you would shower with him just to assist in washing his hair. There were no words to accurately describe how loved that made him feel.

Or when he would have days off of work and you'd let him fall asleep on you. His body weight crushed you deep into the cushions of the couch, his body heat combined with yours under the blanket would make your cheeks turn pink, and he claimed that your chest made the best and most comfortable pillow. What really lulled him to sleep and kept his dreams oh so sweet was the way you would massage his scalp with your fingers until it was physically impossible for you to stay awake.

Once you even called him on your lunch break during a notably awful day at school. The kids just weren't quite behaving and your headache just wasn't going away. After a kid had a tantrum and no matter what you did to calm him down, nothing eased his big feelings. The result of a one on one outside conversation was a huge wad of pink bubblegum stuck and tangled into the ends of your hair.

Steve reassured you with a quick "I'll be there in 10 minutes", and sure enough he was there with a big bag of stuff he read on the internet about how to get gum out of hair.

You sat in the back of your classroom for the whole rest of the day trying absolutely everything while the kids had a surprise visit from Captain America himself.

Of course they listened to every word he said, participated in every activity he could think of to keep them entertained, and he finally conducted his own art lesson.

While you used peanut butter, olive oil, conditioner, and ice in your hair, he was finally experiencing the utter joy of getting glitter stuck in his.

The bell rang dismissing the kids to their parents for the day, and you kissed him goodbye as he got called into a meeting.

"I'm sorry nothing got the gum out" He apologized sincerely while holding your face between his palms. "I can tell you're still upset, but when I get home from this meeting I can help you some more, alright? Maybe talk to Stark and Banner to see if they have anything to help"

"Thank you, honey" You smiled despite the defeat you were sinking into.

"These kids are so lucky to have you, you're a wonderful teacher. I know you've had a hard day, but that doesn't make it any less true." He reminded you.

"You're a wonderful teacher too. You made their whole days"

"It's the least I could do" He admitted. "I'll see you at home, alright? I love you"

"I love you more"

"Impossible"

Unfortunately, the meeting turned into a mission, and the mission to get the bubblegum out of your hair was now impossible. You had to surrender and book an emergency appointment at the hairdresser where they cut out all of the pink cementy sweetness.

Your precious hair was now a lot shorter than you ever would've chosen for yourself. In a few days full of moments of weakness, you cried about it.

Friends, colleges, and students alike all agreed that your new haircut looked good on you. Apparently it complemented the shape of your face and captured your fun and bubbly personality.

But all those days without Steve made it hard.

He loved your hair so much, and most of your anxiety relied on whether he would like it or not. As dramatic as it made you feel, you wondered if your lack of hair would equate to a lack of love from him.

A lack of attractiveness to his eyes.

If less hair was less of you.

The day he got home, you were so happy to see him but the anxiety that sputtered through your body made you everything but comfortable.

Much like your very first date when you were unhappy with your hair, you popped it in a low bun.

He walked through the door and happily greeted you like a dog being reunited with its human after days apart.

He peppered your face in kisses, told you how much he missed you, and professed how happy he was to be home.

Dropping his duffle on the floor then sinking into the couch, you approached him with a stack of haphazard paper. There were so many colors and shapes that popped out as his eyes scanned the stack, his brain couldn't even begin to process what you were trying to give him.

"What's all of this?" He sleepily questioned as he pulled you into his lap.

"They're thank you cards from my students." She told him with a smile. "It was their idea, they thought that meeting Captain America was pretty much the coolest thing in the whole world and they wanted to make sure you knew"

His whole face lit up while he took the stack from your hands into his. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and couldn't even help the smile on his face. "No way. This is the cutest thing I've ever seen! Look, at this drawing of me. It's so accurate!"

The drawing on the very first card was a stick figure. Both of his eyes were definitely two different shapes and sizes, and despite being made of sticks, he still had muscles on muscles.

"I think they really captured your essence" you agreed with a giggle while nestling your cheek into his.

The next few cards were quick. All of them were pretty straight to the point, some hearts, stars and flowers drawn with washable marker and words of thanks.

Whether they were plain construction paper, or heavy in weight with head to toe stickers and glitter glue, each one made Steve the happiest guy in the world.

‘You’re the best superhero ever!’

‘Thank you Mr. Steve’

‘You saved the day!’

‘We love you’

‘Please come back soon!’

Some of them even pulled a genuine belly laugh out of the soldier. His personal favorite was ‘I used to be scared of you, but you are not scary anymore’

Half way through the stack, a thought fought it's way through Steve's exhausted foggy brain. "Wait, Honey, how did you end up getting the bubblegum out of your hair?" He felt you immediately tense in his lap before you let out a sigh and a groan, practically hiding your face away into the side of his. "Oh no. You didn't?"

"I couldn't" You practically whispered and gently shook your head. "I'm sorry"

"Why are you sorry? Did you get a haircut?" He questioned gently.

"I had to. I'm sorry because I know you loved how my hair was before"

"Can I see it?"

You suddenly felt shyer than you ever have with him, and pulling the hair out of the elastic ponytail felt more vulnerable than letting him see you naked for the first time.

You closed your eyes that were starting to water as the hair fell and just barely grazed your shoulder.

"Sweetheart" Steve started, but your shut eyelids caused you to miss the big toothy smile that uncontrollably smeared across his face. He reached his hand up and ran his fingers through it a few times, appreciating the way it stopped way sooner than it used to. "You look absolutely beautiful! Your hair is adorable!" He beamed.

It was only when you opened your eyes again that Steve noticed the tiny pool of water collecting in your bottom lash line. "You don't like it?!" He questioned with pure disbelief.

You didn't really know how to get the right words out to properly express how you felt, and you knew the second you opened your mouth the tears would start falling.

"Surely you don't hate it, right?" He asked again. "It's absolutely gorgeous, you're gorgeous"

All you could get yourself to do was hide again, but this time your face was squished into the base of his neck and shoulder.

"I don't hate it" You mumbled with a shrug. "I was just so worried that you would"

"What? Are you kidding me? You could shave all your hair off and I'd still think you're the most perfect little thing on the planet" He admitted while prying your face out of its hiding spot with gentle force.

When you looked at him again, you tried blinking away your previous irrational fear, and it caused a single tear to fall down your cheek. Steve quickly swiped it away with his thumb before giving you a kiss.

"It's a big change, and I'm not very good at dealing with change. Especially since it wasn't really my fault to begin with" You explained. "And you loved my hair"

"Love your hair" He corrected and placed a kiss on each cheek. "Still do. I love your hair because it's attached to you, sweet girl. It's okay to be upset over a big change, and it's even okay to be upset at the kid who stuck it in your hair. This is a very sticky situation, but please, don't worry about what I think. I'll always think the whole world of you"

"It quite literally was a sticky situation" You finally giggled, the sound alone pulled a smile out of your beautiful boyfriend. "Thank you, Angel. I love you so much"

"I love you more" He happily accepted the right hug you wrapped him in.

"That's impossible" You grinned.

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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What do you have in mind when imagining handmaiden reader's clothing ? Based on your (stunning) writing, she has the same uniform/clothing like the other handmaidens and she doesn't wear heels (the click clack attracts attention). From my imagination her stockings or shoes are high quality since she's the favorite and she has an accessory that shows Tsaritsa's full ownership. I'm thinking of a dark blue choker with a charm similar to the ornaments on the Tsaritsa's cloak. Wdyt ?

Honestly, I haven’t thought about it too much (most of my darlings, especially reader inserts, are blanks, lol) so just thinking about it now, I’d dress her in like a very high-quality, fancy maid outfit? For shoes I was thinking a very small heel (that’s healthy for the foot and since I finished my apprenticeship in a hotel I think they are the most professional) but since its Snezhnaya we are thinking about, I was thinking more about ankle boots with a small, flat heel and obviously really good soles to walk through snow and not slip every step. Then of course stockings or leggins, depending on her mood, but maybe with cute garters or the edges have typical Snezhnayan ornaments or so. Then the maid dress in maybe darker colors, preferably dark blue, but I was thinking a bit more puffy bc it has more layers for warmth and so. Aprons are optional, but could prevent blood from ruining the dress all the time and there are very cute ones out there so they might be an option. And maybe for going out, she has like a cute mantle to throw over her shoulders and that fits with her clothes ^-^

Also, I would totally do something for hair and face, but I also thought it would be really cool to use a veil like what the Mirror Maidens are wearing (just not so big) to conceal the servant’s identities which makes them even more similar to each other but also gives the harbingers less guilt killing them over spilled wine or so lol. Of course, the handmaiden might have a brooch or ornament, or like you say collar, but I don’t think she should stand out more than maybe the head maids.

(That idea takes place right after Pantalone lost the last cloak to Yelan, isn’t it...)

Poor servants, but Childe won’t be doing so good either once he gets reprimanded for the intrusion and is now banned in almost all common areas of the servants xD

And he didn’t even find anything ):

Yeah, exactly. Even the tea knows, everyone knows. But Zhongli is so calm and unconcerned, he just stares off into the sky pretending to think hard before saying he knows nothing. Not one bit. Nada. He wishes he could help, but that’s not in the contract and Zhongli doesn’t like the look in Childe’s eyes. Not something he wants to indulge or get caught up with. So he chooses to stay out for better or worse.

Childe would be sooooooo jealous. And pissed. But mostly jealous xD

He’d totally rip all of these plants out of Dottore’s hands because either Childe has them or no one. Not that he’d dare throw them in the trash, but his point still stands: No one should have anything from his darling. So it’s not such a happy day for the Harbingers after all but if his darling asks nicely and offers something of theirs in exchange, Childe might be okay parting with some of the herbs. But not all, and he’ll still take his exchange reward.

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years

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Darling dolls au idea

You cannot tell me the MC doesn't dress up their dolls

MC and the others are telling him to transform in his hooman form to see more of the outfit and thinks he looks great in it

Aha I really just wanna draw wife in a corset and then remembered your au

Mc and the others:

Let's be honest, this is always MC to their dolls in new outfits

My Darling Dolls AU: Let's Dress Up!

A/N: literally have to make Alli to send the mail cause I'm dumb to delete it accidentally.

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Time period Setting: sometimes after the reunion of crazyB and Alkaloid.

"btw MC, what if crazy:b won the so called Bet of Rinne?" Aira ask you out of the blue as they all in the living room playing monopoly that rinne owned. Others seems to listen in to the topic at hand, two crazy:b members who hate the memories of such night glare at the laughing Unit members of there's as they went and bankrupt Rinne after he drop his dies in the lawn they own in Monopoly.

"Aira you shouldn't--" mayoi who notice your silence and the look at your face seems to know what your up too. "Oh. You shouldn't be curious about such thing aira. Because curiosity kills the cat. " You smile as you stood up and get another big box.

"W-what is that....?!" Aira point at the box, as you approach the oblivious Hiiro. Since you know about the batch leader thing, your going to have to plead your way to make them wear the outfit you made for Alkaloids.

You also made the outfit for crazy:b but the size is just base on the description of they might look like and with doll maniac self, you can make cute outfit for any dolls even so you don't see them in person. The description is told by mayoi but he just said hiiro is tall and aira is shorter than the four of them.

But it's enough for you to make cloths. Since dolls can wear the same outfit if they turn to their human form, it's totally a win win. But you still make human size cloths to make sure.

"Hiiro can you do me a favor. Pwetty please!" You hold hiiro hands as you plead him to with cute puppy eyes. "Sure! Anything for you MC!" Hiiro who don't know any better, agreed without hesitation.

"H-hiiro please don't!!" Mayoi plead behind you but your already whisper to hiiro the favor. Aira seems to regret many things today. Crazy:b in the sideline watch with anticipation about the things being unfold.

"Hmm... You want me to use batch leader command? Since it's not that harmful, I'll do it! Ok, alkaloid shall we dress up whatever in that box is?" The innocent prince happily use command to his batch mate, mayoi tragically accepted his fate with single tear falling.

"Hehehe. Take out your phone rinne." You seat beside rinne as you all watch the unit leave to change their outfit. "Oho? Gyahahaha. It seems part two will began huh." Rinne happily did so. The two of you holding phones as the door open revealing alkaloid wearing the customs you made.

"I think I see the light!' you dramatically fall to Niki who's beside you. "MC ahahaha. Your so silly." The chef says as he take bite of his snack but he let you dramatically lay in his lap. Since they are all on the floor while playing monopoly.

"Woah, MC the outfit are really pretty!" aira commented as he twirl around in a corset. He thought it could be worse but he like the cloths you made. They all made with quality that are pro would made, the expensive brand and stuff through the material seems the cheap on you can get from malls, it still a good set of clothes.

"You almost scared me there when you show a big box of cloths since crazy:b have cat maid outfit set. THEY ARE ALL L-O-V-E-L-Y!" he compliment that added boost to your ego.

"Made with love ùwú. By me ." You relive from your false death state as you hear aira compliment your work. "I also made the maid outfit for crazy:b. " You added with a wink.

"Lol. MCMC is this why you ask such question sometime ago?" Rinne chuckle as he takes some photo of his brother as well. "MC, can I ask you how you manage to make all the outfit to be a perfect fit?" Tatsumi who also wear the same set of outfit, tap your shoulder as he give you a smile that isn't a smile.

"I don't know. I just do." You thought about it. Then remember why your good as sewing. "If your curious, the sewing talent of mine is because it's force upon us by elders in an orphanage. If one can't be expert in basic with only one goal in mind: being the best. Your a failure and discarded goods." You casually tells a topic about your past.

"What." You hear someone commented in disbelief.

"Anyway, I do make cloths for a living before! That's why I'm able to eat when I'm on the street and mayoi is my model when since he first arrive. He always run away afterwards through. Ahahaha~" you easily change the topic. You hug mayoi who hopeless pat your head as your so casual about such tragedy of your life.

"I think I just heard something very concerning... But can I see picture?" Aira who don't know what to comment on your first part of your story. He is interested in seeing Mayoi in the outfit you made before through.

"I don't have pics but I can draw them for you. I'll give them to you in few days time!" You smile as you happily share the memories.

"Draw? Like the design?" He look at you confuse by your statement.

"No, the picture." You casually says back but not telling more. You went and grab hold of another set of clothes since feel hype and hiiro is willing to make others wear the cloths since it's not that harmful and looks fun.

"Hiiro do this next." You stare at hiiro 🥹.

"W-wait-- it's not ending yet?" Mayoi who thought he escaped his fate stare at you scared.

"Of course not." You smile. 😈

"Sure thing!" Hiiro nodded and they all went and change outfit again.

"Your work have good quality through HiMERU only notice it since HiMERU is force to wear one." The susamongus commented as he look at the details of the outfit the alkaloid just showcase.

"Thanks don't worry there's more where it come from." You winked at him, the smile on his face almost broke when you imply you probably gonna force him on wearing those kind of cloths in the future.

"M-MC... Why do I have to wear a different type..." You hear mayoi commented.

"KYAAA HOW LO-VE-LY!! Come on, now Mayoi-san! Everyone is waiting!" You could hear aira fan boying in the other room before the sound of someone being forcefully dragged off the cabinet is heard.

Aira: "Hiiro! Come Help me!"

Hiiro: "ahm he don't seem to like the idea.

Aira: "mayoi-san is just shy! Come on now, you don't want everyone to wait, right?

Mayoi who felt hopeless while being dragged out by Hiiro and Aira: "is this the punishment for aiwnxoan"

tatsumi who hear what mayoi say in the last part as his next to him: you did what while MC is sleeping....? :D mayoi -san we need to talk later.

You quickly turn, to the point you almost broke your neck but you almost fainted on the spot at the sight of Mayoi and others wearing cat boy outfit.

Mayoi with blushing face he pose: m-meow...???

But mayoi have the Sexy cat boy. You took many photo you have full load your storage.

"I'm glad I'm alive." You mumble before you ascended to ninth heaven. "MC, you need jesus." Tatsumi commented as he smile that is not a smile at you. You probably would get a sermon but who cares.

Bonus:

Mayoi wearing the second set outfit:

How alkaloid and you react:

Extra bonus:

rinne: you sure love cat boys. What a furry

MC: shut up, I see you clicking your phone away when you see your brother. What a furry you are as well.

Rinne: good were a perfect pair then.

MC: I thought were divorce?

Rinne: I burned the paper, so it don't count. So we're still married to Niki. Gyahahaha.

MC: I don't forgive you. Give me your share for this dinner!

Rinne: lol sure. Your going to get-- ackk.

You casually walk out of the scene leaving rinne holding his gut that you just punch before he can comment about how you like Niki food far too much.

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #crazy b #enstar #rinne amagi #himeru #kohaku Oukawa #niki shiina #My Darling Dolls AU #mayoi Ayase #tatsumi Kazehaya #aira Shiratori #hiiro Amagi #hiiro amagi x reader #aira Shiratori x reader #tatsumi Kazehaya x reader #mayoi Ayase x reader

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Kang Yeosang : Prince Of Hearts (Part 4/9)

Pairing : Kang Yeosang (Ateez) and named character (Moon Yena)

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Yena squinted her eyes as she felt someone entering her chambers, alarming her senses. She didn't open her eyes and quietly reached for the dagger under her pillow, waiting for the person to reach close to her. As soon as she felt that the person was close enough, she swiftly moved from the bed, pointing the dagger right at the base of the person's throat. The said person yelped, his hands instinctively holding onto yena's that was on the base of the dagger. Yena's eyes soon adjusted to the still dark surroundings, looking up as the person's features came to her proper view.

Yena : yeosang?

Yeosang : g-god! This is the second time you're pointing something at me! Why are you always trying to kill me?

Yena pulled her dagger away, squinting her eyes since she still felt hazy from her sudden movement and sleep.

Yena : why the hell are you here?

Yeosang walked towards the curtains, pushing the curtains aside as sunlight entered the chamber, immediately filling it with light. Yena hummed as she laid her hand against her eyes, squinting her eyes once again from the sudden sunlight. Only now did she realize how much sunlight the curtains blocked.

Yena : bloody hell-

Yeosang : ah don't curse come on, we're royals.

Yena rolled her eyes and asked

Yena : did you come here to do this?

Yeosang nodded excitedly with a smile on his face. Yena groaned and plopped down on her bed as she said

Yena : are you a chicken, prince?

Yeosang : chicken! You flatter me, empress.

Yena : mhmm?

Yeosang walked up to yena as he said

Yeosang : I came here because you wouldn't let the maids enter your room, and it's already 9:30am and you hadn't woken up. But the maids were too scared to enter your room since you'd told them not to. Your reputation is quite wild, I realize now.

Yena : I don't like people coming in my room when I'm asleep, yeosang. I don't trust anyone like that, you should know that about me.

Yeosang : is that why you pointed your dagger at me when I came in?

Yena : I thought you were someone else. I wouldn't have even gotten up from my bed if I knew it was you.

Yeosang : you trust me that much?

Yena scoffed and said

Yena : no, I just know you're too pure-hearted and noble to kill someone when they're unarmed and asleep.

Yeosang : hmm, fair enough I suppose.

Yena hummed once again, rubbing her eyes to get sleep as far possible away from her. Yeosang chuckled at the way she looked right now before saying

Yeosang : you look adorable when you're half asleep, yena-shi.

Yena frowned and looked up at yeosang as she said

Yena : I'm not-

Yeosang : anyway! I decided I should show you around the palace today instead of going outside since it'd look really nice with all the decorations for the ball. Plus I can help you choose a dress for the ball! People say I have a good taste in fashion.

He was crown prince, the people would say he was good at anything and everything.

Yena : I have enough dresses.

Yeosang : yeah totally, a bunch of pants and corsets that act as tops with that cape you always wear.

Yena frowned in annoyance at that. Sure, she never dressed as proper women dressed, her outfits mostly looked manly. But her mother always used to tell her it was what suited her best and made her look more powerful than any other man out there. And her father considered gowns mostly impractical so no one stopped yena from wearing dresses like those. She was rather known for it and the power it gave her.

Yena : it's my royal cape, yeosang-shi, all empresses and emperors wear it-

Yeosang : yeah no, I'm getting you a proper gown today, with a nice cape if you wish so!

Yena : I hate gowns.

Yeosang : you'd look beautiful in one.

Yena : that's not my point-

Yeosang : but-

Yena : aish, stop interrupting me!

That came out more louder and fiercer than yena had intended it to which caused yeosang to flinch, his eyes suddenly drooping as he looked on the floor and mumbled

Yeosang : I'm sorry, I'll leave.

Yeosang turned around and was about to talk towards the door when yena quickly got up from bed, blocking yeosang by standing in front of him.

Yena : no, I'm sorry, I didn't meant to say that.

This was the first time in years yena had ever apologized to someone, empresses were never expected to apologize. But this was yeosang, and somehow she couldn't care less.

Yeosang : it's alright, I understand.

Yeosang once again tried walking past yena but paused as yena held his arm and said

Yena : no you don't.

Yeosang froze, staring at yena in part confusion. She sighed and shook her head before saying

Yena : yes.

Yeosang : yes?

Yena : yes, I'll let you choose a gown for me. And I'll wear it tonight.

Yeosang's eyes lightened up, a smile spreading on his lips as he said, happiness lacing his tone

Yeosang : really? You mean it?

Well she certainly didn't want him to sulk and feel bad. Whether it was for the minerals or something else, yena didn't know.

Yena : I do.

Yeosang : okay then! I'll meet you in the breakfast table once you dress up!

Yena nodded as yeosang gave her a smile and walked towards the door, closing it behind him. Yena groaned and plopped down on the bed, half regretting her decisions.

Yena : lord, what is wrong with me.

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Yeosang : which color would you prefer your gown to be, yena-shi?

Yena : black.

Yeosang : you do realize we're not going for a funeral, right?

Yena : blood red.

Yeosang let out a breath as he muttered

Yeosang : you sound like you came straight out of a vampire book.

Yena : you believe in vampires?

Yeosang : what, no! god! We'll just…find a good red gown, okay?

Yena nodded as she walked beside yeosang, who seemed to know exactly where he was going. Yena surely didn't, the amount of dresses and jewellery in front of her eyes were confusing her. They were both inside a sort of a wardrobe, except this one looked like a store and seemed to be bigger than a palace itself. There were millions of dresses for both men and women in here, from coats to gowns to corsets to even wedding and funeral dresses. This was where the royals could choose their dresses from, and yena supposed she had something like this back in her palace as well but she never bothered to enter that side. Her mother always chose her dresses.

Yeosang : have you ever loved before?

Yena : what?

Yeosang : look, if I'm going to have to marry you, I need to know the bare minimum about you, right? So tell me, have you ever loved before.

Yena : I suppose? My parents are wonderf-

Yeosang : yena-shi, I'm talking about romantic love.

Yena looked away, she knew this was going to sound very stupid to someone like yeosang but she supposed there was nothing else to say.

Yena : no.

Yeosang found it hard to believe that a woman as beautiful and smart as yena has never loved. He expected a dozen different men to fall on her feet every day.

Yeosang : no? not ever?

Yena : not yet.

Yeosang : that's…wow, I mean I expected it from you but having lived for 26 or so years without having loved anyone?

Yena : I never had time for things like that, I did not associate myself with men apart from work matters.

Yeosang : so I'm the first man you're associating with? That's an honor-

Yena : I'm only associating with you for work matters as well, yeosang. The minerals, remember? There's no difference here.

Yeosang paused, his eyes looking away from yena. And only then did yena realize the effect of what she had just said, but before yena could say anything more yeosang quickly stepped to the side and said

Yeosang : look! I found the perfect gown for you.

Yena looked at the gown that was displayed in front of her, a blood red gown in it's darkest shade with little gold frills around and pearls embedded in it's neckline. The gown was beautiful. Beautiful but also practical.

Yeosang : we can pair this gown with a gold shoe to match the frills, and pearl earring and a small pearl necklace to match the neckline. And then for your hair, we can use a gold tiara or pearl bead-

Yeosang cut himself off as yena held his hand, kissing the top of it as she said

Yena : it's beautiful, yeosang. And whatever you want me to wear with it, I will. You don't need to ask me.

Yeosang gave yena a small smile as she said

Yena : are we going to the weapons room today?

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Yena : so your weapon of choice is a bow.

Yeosang nodded, picking up a few arrows as he said

Yeosang : as it was probably already obvious.

Yeosang stood in front of the arrow board as he aimed at it before asking

Yeosang : what's your weapon of choice, empress?

Yena : swords. Swords, knives, daggers, anything of that sort.

Yeosang : those are my weakest.

Yena : well, bows are my weakness.

Yeosang : better not let my father know about this. Or he's going to get us married just because we compliment each other's weapon of choice.

Yeosang let go of the arrow as it swiftly hit the center of the board, the arrow giving him a perfect 100 score. Yena raised her eyebrows, impressed.

Yena : you are good at this.

Yeosang smiled as he turned around and held the bow out for yena to hold

Yeosang : want to try?

Yena sighed and nodded before positioning the arrow properly. Just as she was about to let go yeosang stepped closer to her, holding her hand that held the arrow before pushing it backward, whispering against her ear

Yeosang : if you want it to hit 100, you got to push it more backwards, in order to give it more force.

Yena stiffed as she realized the position they were in, and how close yeosang was to her for his breath to hit against the back of yena's neck. His shoulders were touching hers and his hands delicately held hers, positioning the arrow straight forward. Fuck her heart for beating too fast.

Yeosang : now let go.

Yena let go as the arrow hit a perfect 100, yeosang letting out a proud smile as he stepped backward. Yena pressed her lips together, keeping the bow aside as yeosang said

Yeosang : see? You're not so terrible at this after all.

Yena : that was all you, yeosang-shi. All I did was hold the bow.

Yeosang : and that itself requires great skill.

Yena : whatever you say, lord prince.

Yeosang : now! How about you teach me sword fighting.

Well shit.

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Yena stepped in front of the large mirror in her chambers, her face twisted in a frustrated frown as she realized she would probably need to ask someone to help her with the lace in the back of her dress. Her hands couldn't reach them as much as she tried and it was annoying her. She didn't want anyone to see her this way, her back bare and her old scars from battle on full display. She hated it. But it wasn't like she could go out like this either, was it?

??? : yena-shi~, are you done?

Yena's eyes widened as she quickly turned towards the door, her hands clutching the dress behind her back as she thought of an excuse to say to the prince outside her door.

Yena : in a few minutes I will be.

Yeosang : then I'm coming in!

Yena : what no-

Yena cut herself off as the door opened, yeosang stepping in with a big smile. And for that moment yena paused, forgetting about the laces and how uncomfortable she felt in this dress. Because yeosang looked too beautiful tonight, beautiful to the point where yena felt the need to carve a statue of him in front of her palace, replacing the Greek gods. Yeosang too had worn a suit the same color as that of yena's gown, golden rings decorating his slender fingers and two pearl earrings adorning his ear.

Yeosang : yena?

Yena blinked her eyes as she came back from her thoughts, her hands once again clutching the dress behind her back tightly. Yeosang noticed that, and he seemed to understand what was going on because he quickly shut the door behind him, stepping forward.

Yeosang : you didn't call for a maid to help you with all this?

Yena looked away. Yeosang found it quite impressive how this one person could do all of this work on oneself within this short time.

Yeosang : yena, really? You did all of this by yourself, the hair the jewellery, the dress-

Yena : not the dress I…I can't do the back of it. There are too many laces.

Yeosang : which is why you need to call for a maid-

Yena : no! no, don't.

Yeosang stared at yena for a few seconds, trying to understand why she was doing this.

Yeosang : you don't want them to see you like this.

Yena nodded as yeosang let out a sigh and said

Yeosang : would you mind if I saw you like that?

Yena paused at his words. Was he offering to tie her laces?

Yeosang : I'm the only choice here, yena. It's either me or the both of us don't attend the ball.

Yena let out a breath, her eyes lowering to the floor. She knew yeosang was right, she knew he was the only one who could do it. But this also meant yeosang being the first person to ever see her scars, and that felt too intimate. But then again, he was going to be her husband if this ended well, wasn't he?

Yena : fine.

Yena turned around, letting go of the back of her dress as she looked right into the mirror. She could see yeosang eyeing her scars with careful eyes, his face unreadable. But then yeosang walked forward, holding the dress properly as he tied her laces with speed and precision.

Yeosang : are these from battle?

Yena : yes.

Yeosang : do they still hurt?

Yena : no.

Yeosang could feel how yena felt at this moment by her short answers. She was nervous, and by answering short was how she dealt with it.

Yeosang : you look beautiful, yena.

Yena looked back at the mirror, realizing yeosang's eyes were still on her mirror image despite his hands still tying the lace. Each small brush of his finger against her back sent sparks through her skin, causing yena to only be more nervous.

Yena : this dress is beautiful-

Yeosang : not the dress, you. Your scars, they're beautiful.

Yena felt her hands clench at her sides from his words. He was looking at yena who was in a beautiful gown, covered in beautiful jewels, her hair tied up into a bun with beautiful pearls on it and he found her ugly scars more beautiful?

Yena : yeosang.

Yeosang : I don't care about the dress, or the jewels you are currently wearing. Of course, you look like a goddess with all that but anyone can say that. Anyone can call you pretty because of what you're wearing on the outside. But this, these scars, they're what makes you more than just pretty. These scars are stories, stories of how brave you are, how strong you've been and the sacrifices you have made for your country and your people.

Yena let out a short hum as yeosang gave a strong final tie to the laces, the dress fitting yena perfectly now as she turned around to face yeosang. And for the first time she didn't care about the fact that he was so close to her, she could lean a bit forward and kiss him. She only looked into his eyes, just as he did

Yeosang : your scars are beautiful, and you must never be ashamed of them being seen by other people. These scars project not your weakness, but your bravery. And if people cannot realize that, damn them.

Yena smiled. And that alone was enough for yeosang to give his entire life to her, that alone was enough for yeosang to love her. Yeosang had never seen yena smile properly before, he had never been able to make her smile. But now that he had seen it, he never wanted that smile to go away.

Yena : thank you. For finding beauty in me when no one else does.

Yeosang smiled as he held his hand out for her to hold before saying

Yeosang : shall we, my lady?

Yena had never let anyone take her hand before, but this was yeosang, and she supposed there was nothing wrong about this. And so yena smiled before finally taking his hand in hers.

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