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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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hii, hope you’re doing well :) love your stories <3

ofc you absolutely don’t have to write this one if you don’t want to!

just had a lil thought of some form of enemies to lovers with tom (2009-11) where reader travels with the band on tour & etc & one night while they stay at a hotel somewhere reader is in the pool at night (in like a bikini or some form of swimwear) for like a midnight swim but at some point tom gets in as-well & it’s just them (they can have some bickering or whatever) but it would eventually result in them doing it in the pool 🤭

again you don’t have to do this one if you don’t want to buy i just thought i would ask :)

ty for reading!!

LATE NIGHT - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom had never got on well, some unresolved tension meaning the two of you always clashed. so, when you decide to go for a late night swim alone, what will happen when tom has the exact same idea?

content: angst & smut

a/n: omggg this might be my fav request i’ve ever gotten so thank u sm anon, literally screamed when it came thru this whole scenario is so perfect, as u can imagine i enjoyed every second of writing this, hope u enjoy!!

the night is warm, this totally expected for august in southern spain, where tokio hotel were for this part of their world tour. adjusting to the different climates that i experience around the world is something i am yet to get used to, even after coming with the band since they had started accumulating the fans to warrant travelling from country to country to perform. one day, i would be in somewhere in russia, completely submerged in blankets and still cold, then the next, i would be met with the sweltering warmth of southern europe, overheating despite my clear lack of clothing, only my bra and panties covering me. but tonight, the heat was unbearable, my body sweating no matter what position i tried to fall asleep in.

the rhythmic ticking of the small clock situated on the wall in front of me didn’t help - the sound seeming to get louder each time, the time that it displays reminding me that i should be sleeping. but, i know that it isn’t going to happen anytime soon, sitting up frustratedly with a loud sigh.

i stand up, walking toward the large glass doors leading to my balcony, pushing one open slightly so that i can squeeze through. it is even hotter outside, my body being hit by an intense surge of heat as i step onto the balcony, nearing the edge. my arms rest on the railing, eyes taking in the view in front of me - thousands of lights in each direction from the city ahead. however this doesn’t catch my attention as my eyes fall to the large pool below, a decent sized jacuzzi built into it. it is empty, the body of water completely still, small lights around it’s exterior giving away its tranquility. it could cool me down - there’s no way i’m falling asleep with my body this hot.

my feet turn on their heels, stepping back inside my room, closing the glass door behind me as i head to the small walk in closet in the corner. my hands fumble around, fingers finally touching the small bikini that i am looking for. i take it out, stripping from my clothes, before slipping on the skimpy red bikini, tying my hair in a loose bun. i take a towel from the bathroom, sliding on the first pair of sandals i see, before quietly exiting my hotel room and walking to the elevator, entering it as it is expectedly empty.

the elevator doors slide open as i am met with the empty lobby, the receptionist being the only person in sight. i give her a small nod, walking outside to the pool area. as i near closer, i sigh in relief, seeing that it is still empty, placing my towel on a random lounger. i slide my shoes off beside it, walking towards the pool. testing the temperature, i dip my toes in, shivering slightly at the coldness, the feeling relieving me as i already feel myself cool down. deciding that it is fine to get in, i allow my whole body to slip into the water, my head staying above as i begin to swim over to the shallow end, finally stopping once i reach the edge.

my eyes glance over to the jacuzzi just a few metres away, contemplating whether it would be a better option than the pool. it would certainly make me sleepier, and, reminding myself of how late it is, i decide to get in, quickly stepping out of the pool and climbing into the jacuzzi. the water is much warmer, bubbles emerging from beneath as i take a seat, my entire body relaxing. i feel myself becoming tired as i spread out, laying my head backwards and resting it on the edge. my eyes gaze aimlessly at the stars above, feeling completely content, the water removing any tension in my body as i continue to watch the sky.

but, it only takes a few minutes for my head to whip upwards, becoming quickly alert as i hear footsteps nearing the pool, wondering who else would want to be here this late into the night.

i squint a little, trying to make out the silhouette , an audible groan escaping my lips once it enters the light, letting me work out who it is. broad shoulders, slim yet muscular frame, lips adorned with a single metal piercing - i could recognise him from anywhere. the familiar jet black braids move toward me, a confused expression taking over his face once he spots me.

“the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, setting his towel down and pulling his t-shirt off, revealing his perfectly formed abs, muscles in his biceps flexing as he does so. he was hot, but i hated him, his attractiveness only making me despise him more. after my gaze lingers on his torso for a couple seconds, i look upwards, seeing that he is still focused on me, waiting for a response as he walks towards the jacuzzi.

i roll my eyes, beginning to get up, not willing to engage in any conversation with him right now, especially one in which no one else is involved, the atmosphere already tense.

“doesn’t matter. i’ll go.” i say, standing up, water dripping from my body. his eyes scan my figure, tongue poking from his lips slightly as he messes with his lip piercing, drinking in every curve, my boobs admittedly almost spilling out of my bikini top. yet i didn’t care when i had put it on, not expecting to see anyone else at the pool, let alone tom. his eyes still glued to my cleavage, i scoff, putting one foot out of the jacuzzi.

“my eyes are up here, perv.” i remark as he finally removes his gaze from my chest, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“don’t flatter yourself sweetheart.” he states, stepping into the jacuzzi, sitting down as the water covers most of his body, the top of his chest still on show. he stretches his arms out to the side of him, resting them on the edge, tilting his head to the side before continuing. “why are you leaving?”

“cause i know you’ll piss me off. you already are.” i respond, standing beside the water, preparing to walk away.

“really? don’t be so dramatic. get in.” he says, lifting one hand up and motioning to the empty space in the jacuzzi opposite him, his eyes not leaving mine.

“i’ll pass. have fun tom.” i say sarcastically, finding my towel on the lounger, wrapping it around my small frame, now shivering from the lack of warmth the water had brought me.

“you know, to say you’re the most stubborn person i know.” he starts, his tongue running across his bottom lip. “you’re leaving pretty fast. how come you’re letting me win so easily?”

i stop in my tracks, turning around to face him, wondering why he is so eager for me to stay.

“why do you care?” i question, my expression turning sour.

“i don’t.” he shrugs. “just don’t understand why you’re in a rush to leave. you’re not scared of me, are you?”

i scoff at his question, noting the way he is trying to get under my skin, and, much to my frustration, it is working. i know that if i leave, that means i have let him win. and, he is right. i am stubborn. it is this fact that prompts me to turn around, throwing the towel off of my body as i walk towards the jacuzzi, hesitantly getting back into it as a satisfied grin spreads across tom’s face.

“scared my ass.” i mutter, shaking my head as i fold my arms, irritated by his ability to anger me from the smallest of words.

“hm? sorry, didn’t catch that. you gotta speak up.” he taunts, tilting his head as he raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk tugging on his lips. he stretches his arms out further as they rest against the stone decorating the edge of the water, adjusting his position and getting comfy, awaiting my response.

“just shut up. jesus fucking christ.” i scold, facing away from him, tempted to get up and leave once again. but i can’t give him that satisfaction, so i stay put, a tense silence between us as he surprisingly listens to me.

my body jolts upwards in shock, feeling his foot brush against mine from underneath the water as he sinks further into it. i make eye contact, scowling at him as he holds his hands up in defense.

“sorry.” he mumbles, his body slowly drifting closer towards mine. i ignore it, letting my head fall backwards, attempting to relax, figuring that if i am stuck here with him, i may as well try to make the experience as comfortable as it can be.

but the second his leg brushes against mine, with too much force to be unintentional, it is clear that his previous movement was definitely not an accident. i look at him, seeing that he has moved much closer, now to the left of me, instead of directly opposite me as he previously was. i stay quiet, trying to pay no attention to his presence despite the noticeable feeling of his eyes burning into my figure.

“red looks good on you.” he says into the silence, my eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, unable to fall for his attempt at complimenting me.

“what?” i ask, now turning to face him, his eyes dark.

“you know what i said.” he states confidently, gaze never leaving mine as his teeth momentarily sink into his bottom lip.

his body inches closer to mine as my own is frozen in place, unable to move or even comprehend what is happening. his finger grazes the knot of my costume from beneath the water, slipping underneath the material briefly before playing with the hem of my bikini bottoms, my hips jolting a little at his touch. he smirks at my reaction, removing his fingers and watching the way my face drops, partly in disappointment.

he sees the desperation in my eyes, dipping his head downwards so that his lips are just below my ear.

“you know you don’t hate me at much as you let out.” he whispers, his breath tickling my neck as i feel him smile against it, goosebumps beginning to form over the skin.

my mouth parts open, no sound escaping from it as my chest rises and falls at a faster pace, completely flustered by his words. he can clearly see this, humming lowly as his face remains inches away from my neck, his slow breathing fanning over it.

“in fact…” he begins, his lips brushing over the skin as he dips his head further downwards. “i don’t think you hate me at all, do you?”

i say nothing, breath hitching once his lips finally make contact with my neck, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses over it. my hands find the back of his head, fingers playing with his dreads as i push him further into me, his kisses become sloppy, his teeth grazing over the skin.

“knew you always had something for me, sweetheart.” he teases, hands grabbing the flesh of my thighs as he uses them to guide my body, placing me on his lap. my chest is now out of the water, lower half completely submerged as it sits on top of him, faces inches apart.

he takes my lack of response as an invitation to continue, attaching his lips to mine in a rough and sloppy kiss. i waste no time in kissing back, overcome with an unforeseen desperation, my hatred for him fuelling desire from within me that had never been ignited - not like this. but i used my anger towards him, keeping it as a motive to kiss him harder, pressing my lips harsher into his. he groans into my mouth, his hands finding my ass as he kneads the flesh, using it to push my hips against his, my lips faltering against him.

the heat around me from the warmth of the night is now nothing compared to the one spreading between my legs, my need for tom only growing as i begin to create my own slow rhythm on his lap, grinding so that his clothed dick, which i can feel hardening beneath me, hits my clit perfectly.

my head falls backwards, unable to kiss back as my hips continue to work against his. his lips find my chest, biting and sucking on the parts of my breasts exposed, my nipples hardening under the fabric of my bikini. he sees this, his fingers running over them as i shudder. his hands reach to undo the knot holding my bikini in place, about to tug on it before i protest.

“you can’t…” i breathe out, not slowing my movements. “someone could see.”

“but they won’t.” he states, keeping his head against my chest, hands staying on my back. “you just have to stay close to me, yeah?”

he tugs on the material, watching as the top half of my bikini falls off, revealing my chest to him. a smirk spreads across his face as he takes it all in, hands cupping my boobs as he squeezes them a little, a low whine falling from my lips in response.

“so fucking hot.” he breathes out, detaching his hands from my breasts, moving them to my back and pulling my chest so it is flush against his. “see? no one but me gets to see. exactly how it should be.”

he whispers the last part as i roll my eyes, becoming visibly impatient. he picks up on this, bucking his hips as i rest my hands on his chest, lifting myself off of him as he takes off his trunks, letting them rest at his knees, not bothering to remove them fully. he moves my panties to the side, the water rushing to my heat as i shudder a little.

he strokes himself a few times, positioning himself at my entrance. “you sure?”

his hands rest on my lower back, looking upwards at me, his expression strangely concerned, my consent mattering to him way more than i had first anticipated. i nod my head, letting out a confident ‘yes’.

that is enough for him as he slowly pushes inside of me, the water giving a foreign feeling as my thighs clench. he lets out a long groan, watching the way my mouth falls open, eyes screwing shut. i feel his tip bottom out inside of me, my walls stretched out further than they ever had been, none of the guys that i had been with being as big as tom. though the discomfort soon subsides, my face twisting in pressure as i nod slowly, giving him the green light as he begins to thrust upwards into me at a steady pace.

“where did the stubbornness go, hm?” he teases, knowing that my entire body is there for him to ruin, long past the point when i would argue with him. “thought i pissed you off, doesn’t look like it right now.”

i let out a loud moan, that the only sound i am able to make as he is hitting angles that have never been felt before, no one ever able to make me feel like this. hell, if i had known his dick was this good, i would’ve stopped hating him years ago. his tip brushes against my sensitive spot, my walls clenching around him as i squeeze my lips shut, trying to stay quiet as i silently remind myself of where we are - anyone able to catch us right now.

“you like that, huh?” he asks, repeatedly hitting the spot over and over as i bury my face into his shoulder, biting it roughly to keep the moans at bay, feeling them dangerously close in the back of my throat. “don’t hide those pretty moans, wanna hear them baby.”

his hands push me away from his shoulder, my head now upright as i can no longer contain my moans, letting them pour from my lips, tom nodding his head slowly.

desperate to reach my climax, i meet his thrusts, hips rotating in an attempt to increase the friction. this clearly has as much of an effect on tom as it does me, his head tilting backwards as he lets out a low groan.

“just like that baby. fuck- yeah, keep going.” he praises, this only fuelling my stamina, his thrusts becoming slow and weak as he lets me do most of the work.

the knot in my stomach tightens, so much that i know i cannot hold on any longer. tom’s hands squeeze my waist, fingers and nails digging in, the slight pain mixed with pleasure turning me on even more.

“getting close.” i manage to say, bringing my lips to messily collide with his, my movements sloppy and uneven. he kisses back, groaning into my mouth as he slips his tongue in. he starts thrusting upwards at a rapid pace, my ability to kiss back faltering as i feel him twitch inside of me.

“me too. cum with me, yeah?” he says against my lips, one harsh thrust into me all it takes for me to come undone, feeling him shoot his load into me. he moves in and out slowly, fucking it into me, his teeth firmly sinking into his lip as his eyebrows knit together. i collapse into his chest, breathing fast and shallow as my entire body shakes, his thrusts coming to a stop, yet he remains inside of me. his lips lazily kiss my shoulder, hands rubbing my back.

“why didn’t we do that sooner, hm?”

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tpwkwriter · 7 months

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Hii can u do one w soft dom harry and y/n having a slow vanilla sex on a rainy night shshsjb 👉👈

Such an adorable idea omds!!🩷

Warnings: ofc smut/ detailed smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH, mentions of sexual themes, cuss words + super domestic.

————rainy day pillowprincess—————————

Being back home was amazing, family, friends, familiarity it was amazing, however the UK really does have the most biopolar weather and rain constantly wasn’t rare.

Being away was good n all but that meant the couple couldn’t have intimacy as much as they wished, after today Harry and y/n were both free for 2 weeks and Harry especially couldn’t wait.

Y/n knew what she was in for H had been dropping hints all this morning before he left and frankly it excited her.

With rain heavily pattering at the window almost like silver bullets, y/n wanted to make this extra cosy and close.

She dashed into there shared room lowered the light dark enough to emphasise the moonlight and stars shinning down on there shared bed, she even lit some of her favourite candles which heavily set the mood.

Only having minutes left, she quickly slipped into her favourite mini silk night dress which she knew H would appreciate.

“Y/n? Love?”

That familiar voice knocked her from her aroused thoughts, witch a quick mirror check and ruffle of her hair she’s ready.

“M’upstairs Baby” she hummed, sitting on the corner of there queen sized bed.

It wasn’t long before y/n was welcomed to the sight of her boyfriend.

his hair being wet from the rain really did something to y/n it reminded her of how he looked after a shower that they often shared, the thought of it had her legs clenching together.

“Fuck Baby” he gushed, letting his jacket slip off his arms and toeing of his shoes.

“Hey baby” y/n said aimlessly gazing at the gorgeous man in-front of her taking him all in.

Without another word Harry leans across the the bed and doesn’t hesitate to leave a lingering kiss across her glossy lips, it wasn’t king until the kiss progressed into something further.

It didn’t take much before Harry’s hands started wandering across her neck and chest.

“Fuck” y/n lightly moaned.

“Let me love you darling” he said against her lips “let me make you happy baby”

“Mmhmm” y/n hummed not trusting her shaky voice at this moment, despite there 4 year anniversary coming up he still made her breathless.

Shivering at the feel of Harry’s cold rings on her sensitive nipples over the thin silk caused y/n to leave a line of breathy moans, music to his ears Harry thought.

“Fucking hell baby, jumping the guns hmm?” Harry quietly spoke, whilst biting down on his bottom lip and his hands continue to slid her nightdress further up her body, realising she had no panties on.

“Mmhmm”

“Gonna make you feel soo good angel, so good” he continues.

Once the nightdress is completely discarded Harry decided a he can’t wait any longer.

“M’kay baby, m’gonna touch you now okay? Remember your colours?” He said referring to the colour system they created, green being absolutely fine keep going, orange being slow down/try something else and red being stop, it worked for them.

“Mmhmm, touch me” she said fluttering her eyelashes.

He presses his lips messily to hers and make sure to gently move her back onto the soft mattress and gently being on top of her, keeping his lips on hers he slides his hands down her perfect body and gently begins to place his digits into her wet pussy.

“Shit” she moans against him.

“Someones been waiting for this hm?”

“Uh uh” she moans clenching her eyes.

“I want- ah shit” she moans again.

“What baby, what d’ya want” he whispers against her lips

“Mmm”

“Gotta use y’words angel”

“Y’tongue, please harry shit” she asks

“S’that right” he smirks, knowing he has her in such a mess already has his ego bursting at the seems.

Removing his fingers from her, her arousal still prominent around his fingers had Harry some way.

“Wanna Taste y’self for me Baby, gonna clean m’fingers off”

“Mmmhmmm” she whined, opening her mouth already to the request.

“My good girl, such a good girl” he says placing his pointer finger and middle finger into her mouth to which she instantly does what she’s told.

“My best girl”

Once satisfied he decided to now give the girl what she requested.

Making sure to give some attentions to her breasts, he makes his way down to her throbbing pussy.

“Fuck harry” she whined, his hot breath on her wet sex was already pleasurable.

“Darling your dripping”

“Harry please”

“This pussy was just made for me, wasn’t it darling”

“Uh huh”

“Please harry” she added

“I will darling, patience baby girl patience”

Without any warning he plunges his tongue into her wet hole, causing her to squirm and moan under his touch.

His hands go under her legs and hold her abdomen in attempt to keep her in his touch.

He continues to lick a stripe up and down her pussy, her clear arousal coating his tongue.

“Fuck” she squealed.

“M’gonna cum already!” She added voice high and slightly shaky

Harry drew circles with his tongue her throbbing clit, loving her reactions and the feel of her hand lightly pulling at his curls edges him even more.

“Fuck, harry please im gonna cum” she moaned, the feel of his mouth around her clit was enough to trigger these feelings in her tummy.

“Cum on m’tongue love” he hummed against her pussy, she almost did there and then with the vibrating feeling of his voice.

Harry worked on her clit with his tongue while freeing his left hand to finger her hole.

Y/n was a shaky, whiny mess, and Harry couldn’t wait to finish her off later.

“Harry” she cried.

“Fuck, fuck im gonna fuck harry I’m cu-“ and with that Harry felt the hot liquid coat his tongue, fuck she was delicious.

“Such a good girl” he breathed, slowly pulling himself up towards the flustered girl.

“I wanna” she began.

“Wanna Take care of you”

“You do?” He asked pressing a kiss to her lips again.

“Mmmhmm, wanna make my Harry happy”’

“Your Harry’s very happy darling” he said quickly pulling up from h the kiss and unbuckling his belt, and y/n was quick to remove his shirt.

“So handsome” y/n uttered.

“Love-“

“Mm fuck, so hard” she continued pressing a palm to his now very exposed erection.

“Only for you darling, you do this to me” he breathed out.

“I wanna taste your cock” she said, flipping him over and kneeling on the floor and resting her hands on his clad thighs.

“Yeah, Yeah Darling, wanna taste m’cock hmm?” He hums lifting his hips and removing the last garment he had on.

Y/n was in awe, his cock practically hit his tummy when he removed his boxers, the sight of the pre cum leaking from the tip absolutely made her drool.

Not wanting to waste more time she swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick.

“Christ” he breathed out, relaxing in her mouth.

Wanting to drag this out longer she swirled her tongue around his thick cock enjoying the taste and weight of it on her tongue.

A sudden speed, began, the sight of her bobbing her pretty head up and down on his cock did it for Harry.

“Baby girl fucking fuck!” He hissed.

“Baby-“

“I love your cock harry” she said removing his cock from her mouth a ‘pop’ sound following.

Pressing kisses along his cock and hands trailing around the base, with this he wasn’t gonna last long.

“Baby, Baby” he quickly blurted.

“M’really not gonna last, I need to fuck you and now” he breathed.

Y/n’s eyes lit up at the idea, again she was throbbing.

Not being able to wait any longer, harry gently guides y/n back to the bed.

“Head down, arse up, just how you like it princess”

Y/n was fast to do what he said, her sex still dripping and glossy, this was going to be worth it.

Harry took a second to take in what was happening, a cosy room, the rain hitting there bedroom window making them feel safe and warm from the outside coldness and his beautiful girl in-front of him what a lucky guy.

“What’s your colour lovie?” He said placing both hands on her hips.

“Green, so so green” she sighed happily against her pillow.

“Okay”

Harry props himself against the girl and aligns his hard on, to her pussy.

“Ready beautiful?” He hummed.

“Mmhmm baby”

Once it slides in, both of them enter cloud 9, this what they’ve craved and waited for, and it was worth it.

It wasn’t long and Harry’s thrusts became more frequent and swift.

“Oh shit” y/n moaned, eyes shut and mouth agape and clutching further into her pillow.

“God baby”

“Love you, so much it hurts” he moans keeping his pace.

It wasn’t long until both of them would reach breaking point.

“Cum with me baby girl” he moans, voice shakier and lower then usual.

“Fuck your so tight around me” he breathes

“Baby cum, cum harry cum” y/n whined, thank god for the pillow otherwise the neighbours would’ve been complaining.

And just like that they were moaning shaking messes.

“Shit, fuck, shit” harry groans falling into his girls back.

“I love you” he huffs.

Reluctantly he slowly pulls out, and grabs his girl.

“C’mere pretty thing” he said laying down on his side of the bed and letting her fall ontop of him, we reached down gently and pulled up the duvet to allow it to warm them for a sec.

“I love you Harry, ah shit” she said flailing ontop of him kissing his cheek.

“I love you so much angel girl fuck”

A few moments of comfortable silence were shared, listening to the raindrops hit the glass pane and staring at the silver bright moon which shone through there window.

“We should clean up, I’ll ran y’bath baby” Harry suggested.

“Mmm, just let me hold you for 5 more minutes.

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I really did not know where to stop😭 hope this isn’t too much defo the smuttist thing I’ve write hope it’s not cringy 😵‍💫

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herozdiary · 3 months

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Hellooo 👋 I know you’re busy with other requests but I can’t help with this idea

With hyperpink girly reader (gender neutral Ofc or your choice) though they may seem mean to others but is really nice to Simon, very affectionate to him (covering his face with pink lip gloss marks) , and protective too. Chase Simon’s bullies away with their neon pink platform heels.

I’ve been obsessing with pink x emo dynamic

Take however long you want!! Thanks for reading this and I hope you’ll have a good day/night ✊

Bubblegum

Simon x reader

Simon was a loser and you were the popular icon of the college you both went to.Your style was so pretty and colorful,Mostly pink but any color would fit you.

You met Simon on your first day when you needed help finding the girls restroom to re-do your lip combo.He instantly fell in love with you.

He soon enough made a big enough of move to get closer to you and you guys ended up getting close to each other to start dating blah blah blah!

Once you guys got close enough he confessed about how he was struggling with poor mental health and was a main target for bullying.

You never liked them.You use to be a target for bullying until you kinda just snapped and told them off.You were left alone after that and ever since then you been helping people who get bullied.

You sat on his bed as he cleaned up his floor.You had came over to listen to him vent and to help him with some English because he needed an idea of what to write.

“People are so shitty sometimes Simon,but you gotta ignore them and show them you don’t care! They’re just a bunch of self projecting losers”You say while fixing your digital camera.

Simon nodded before shrugging.He didn’t have the confidence like you did.You made yourself known while he kinda just stood on the side lines and supported you.”come here”you say gently as you place your camera on Simon’s windowsill.

Simon got up from his spot on the floor and made his way towards you.he sat next to you before staring into your eyes.You grab the sides of his stubble covered face and plant small kisses all over his face.

You had applied some cute pink lipgloss a couple of minutes earlier so you left sticky lipgloss kiss marks.You giggled at your work before grabbing your camera and snapping a quick photo of Simon.

He started down at your lap before smiling.”You’re so so so so soo handsome babe.Im kinda glad some girls don’t you like you because now I can have you all to myself!”You joke as you place a couple more kisses on his face.

Simon feels his face get red as he hides his face in his hands.Girls never were into him as much as your were.He had Sophie yeah but Sophie only saw him as a friend

You were different.unlike Sophie,you didn’t leave him but you stayed with him and comforted him.When Sophie rejected him and made up the excuse she had to go,You stayed with him the whole entire night listening to him vent.

Simon and Sophie are still I guess you could call them friends but he doesn’t talk with her anymore as much.He has you!When Simon does talk to Sophie he mostly talks about his life and how you made it much better.

People still don’t know how Simon was able to get with someone like you.You were a likeable,bubbly and a talkative person unlike Simon who was like the complete opposite,but they do say opposites attract.

You sometimes would even chase them off,it didn’t matter what type of shoes you were wearing you could run in 6 inch heels and still look flawless spewing out curses word at a bunch of losers who were picking on Simon.

Sometimes Simon would help with picking your outfits!he didn’t have much fashion sense when it came to himself but when he came to you,He knew exactly how to dress you.

“Ok Simon!I have this cute baby pink crop top or should I wear the baby blue one?”You ask while showing your boyfriend the two shirts.Simon did a quick scan off both shirts before looking at the skirt you had picked out.It was a black,pleated skirt with small rhinestones on the belt loops.

“I feel like you should wear the blue one.I think it would go good with the skirt your gonna wear”Simon said while going back to messing with his camera,

You nod as you toss the pink shirt back into the closet before smiling at Simon and thanking him for his help.Not only was he such a cutie but a big help when it came to styling you.

He was the only male you would trust picking out your outfits.Sometimes the two of you would match if you were able to convince him.it would take a couple minutes of begging but sooner or later you would make Simon have matching pink themed outfits!

Even if he found it absolutely ridiculous,As long as you were happy he was even more happy.

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magicinverse · 6 months

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Red team fans some of you need to stop being assholes (I'm not talking about everyone ofc, but if the shoe fits)

Like seriously I get that your team is in disadvantage but some of u are acting like the most annoying people ever, I don't mean when you complain about the team distribution that I get

What I don't get is directly insulting the other teams, look if you are supporting someone great!! I love it, but I've seen people I've never thought I would use swear words against others: cunts, bitches, pussies etc. The amount of people I have blocked that I never thought I needed to it's crazy, some people really flip! "respect everyone and don't insult" apparently that changes now

Going to others chats to send hate, the Sunday multiple times people came to send hate to Roier's, yesterday to Etoiles, bbh and today to Fit (those are the ones I have seen cause I was there, but I don't doubt there is more) "Oh how do you know it's the team red enjoyers" because it's always people complaining about the team red favs "you killed Carre" "You don't deserve to win others have a disvantage and you are killing them" "Fuck u, Go team balls" "Go team red" (while someone is commenting about supporting THEIR team on THEIR chat) come on are you guys 3 years old? Now I'm not saying the other teams fandom don't get toxic on others chat but for some reason is mainly coming from a especific place...

Some are also completely disregarding the effort other teams put! I'm not going to say Red team didn't deserve the win they got yesterday, what I'm saying is that some are acting like Etoiles put his team on the first spot effortless when that's not true at all!!! He was tired and receiving a lot of shit from chat while still putting an effort to make his team win ALONE

"yeah but Etoiles did alone and the red team still needed all their active members to win" THE BLUE ALSO HAD LIKE 5 MEMBERS ON AND THEY STILL DIDN'T WIN!!! By that logic every team who has Etoiles has an advantage and THAT'S TRUE!! But does that mean Etoiles doesn't deserve to play or have his work completly disregarded? No!!!!!

And the first day there where also a shit ton of comments like that!! The fact that other teams have less experience is not the fault of those who have experience and are putting effort in this too!!! Not mentioning how some were assholes to the the blue team when they won

"oh but this is about the eggs lives so it's really unfair" again let me remind everyone that those are fucking npc of a minecraft game and are not hate worth it, that being said I do get that point, but let me ask? What would have been fair? And puzzle and enigma event? No. A construction event? No. A build a machine event? No. All of them in one event? Yeah! That would have been great but I think that's not what most of you wanted is it?

Don't worry guys when this events ends we are going back to the lore/puzzle events while the survival focus players will have to watch from the sidelines helping your lore/rp focus favs and wait another 7 months to have something!! Good luck to you guys who like the mod create and that kind of stuff I guess we will have to see how long it takes for you!!

quackity... SURVIVAL... multi player... ANYWAYS!!! Have a great day those who are not being completely assholes and I hope your team has great day too!! Doesn't matter which color it is

#qsmp #qsmp fandom neg #qsmp red team #Again I know it's not everyone who likes team red #But some are not “supporting you favs” they are just bullying everybody else #fandom discourse

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nonalie · 2 years

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Is This What You Wanted: Part 3 | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: You are wed to Aemond Targaryen, but you swore to yourself that you would never love him. Inspired by the song Is This What You Wanted, by The Last Shadow Puppets (and ofc episode 8 of House of the Dragon!)

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A/N: Part 4 (the finale!) will be out around Thursday! I’m also taking requests!

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You felt your shoulder brush against Aemond’s chest as you stepped through the arch that he had created above you, his arm holding the door open over your head. The gold around your neck suddenly felt ten times heavier, weighing your feet down into your uncomfortable shoes even more. You tried to wiggle your toes to ease the pain as you stood in the center of the chamber, taking in the entire room. Every single piece of fabric seemed to either be a black or deep red velvet, shrouding most of the room in a darkness that daylight probably wouldn’t help either. Except the only uncovered windows were the ones facing east, letting the light of the full moon shine in, the heavy curtains pinned on the sides. You noticed that he kept the space somewhat tidy, at least there wouldn’t be much convincing on your end to keep the room clean. You laughed to yourself, but soon remembered that was your reality, and all your things would be here by tomorrow morning,

The door had shut loudly behind you, and you turned around him to see that he had been observing you that entire time. Not knowing what to say, you cleared your throat and clasped your hands together a bit louder than you meant to, bouncing slightly on the balls of your feet.

The corners of Aemond’s mouth turned up as he took in the sight of you, you couldn’t tell if he found joy in your pain or if he genuinely was just happy that you were there.

“Come, sit.” He said and approached you just to gesture towards a chair lingering right behind you, which was pulled away from the table, as if you standing in this spot was part of some bigger scheme that he had concocted.

You awkwardly sat down, the gap between chair and table too small as you tried to fit all your skirts underneath you. He sat in the chair opposite you, and leaned his right arm on the table. His piercing blue eye now faced you, and you instinctively brushed your sweaty palms over your dress, half attempting to dry them and half to smooth out the wrinkles that had now appeared. Again, the corners of his mouth turned up as he watched you sweat under his gaze.

“I went ahead and had the remnants of our cake brought up.” He said suddenly and reached his long arm to the center of the table, lifting up the metal dome and revealing the final layer of cake. It had started melting after the few hours it had spent in the humidity of King’s Landing. Droplets of moisture speckled the black fondant, and the decorative red glaze had begun seeping down the sides onto the matching mirrored platter. “You seemed to enjoy it during the feast. I saw you taking multiple portions,” he added.

You watched as a drop of red slowly slid off the side of the cake and landed on your reflection’s forehead. Shuddering, you looked up at Aemond and finally found your voice to respond. “Thank you, my Prince. It was most appetizing.”

To be completely honest, you didn’t even remember what the cake tasted like. You just preferred to stay busy with the food in order to not have to socialize. But hopefully now you could actually enjoy a piece of the grand meal that had been prepared for the two of you.

You moved to stand up, in order to reach the cake knife and cut yourself a piece, but he held up a hand before you could even push your chair back. Instead, he waited for you to sit back down, and then called for a servant. And you watched in silence as a young boy rushed in, cutting two pieces of the cake and placing them on both of your plates, before running off again. Aemond’s eye was on you the entire time, the smirk never disappearing from his face.

You slid your fork into the smooth cake, cutting off a piece that was stained with red glaze, and gently placing it on your tongue. The spongy texture of the chocolate melted as soon as you closed your mouth around it. Relishing in the taste, you held the fork in your mouth as you let out a groan of satisfaction, before catching yourself and remembering that you’re not sitting alone in your chambers enjoying sweets. Aemond’s smirk grew wider as he watched you, and you covered your mouth with your hand as you chewed the cake quickly.

“Have some cake, my Prince.” You said from behind your hand, running your tongue across your teeth to make sure there were no specks of chocolate stuck between them.

“Gladly,” he said. But the smirk didn’t fall from his face as he looked down at his plate. “I don’t seem to have a fork, my Lady. Could I use yours?”

He definitely planned all of this.

Narrowing your eyes, you spoke. “Sure, my Prince.” You flipped the fork around in your hand and reached your arm out across the table. Shaking it gently when he didn’t reach his own hand out to accept it.

“Hasn’t your Septa taught you that it’s rude to reach across the table like that?” He asked, leaning as far away from the hovering fork as possible.

You sighed as you pulled your arm back, chair scraping loudly against the stone floor as you stood up from your seat. You walked over to his side of the table and gave him your kindest smile. He was lounging in his chair, long legs spread wide, and an elbow balanced on the table as his fingers caressed the side of his face. He was clearly very amused by this, and you very much weren’t. Normally too close for comfort, you leaned down as close as possible making sure your assets were in prime viewing position, before turning your attention towards the plate and gently stabbing the fork into the slice of cake. You walked back over to your chair, satisfied, and sat down heavily in your chair, swiping back the curls that fell onto your face in the process.

The smirk was still wide on his face, and you caught yourself smiling too. “Enjoy, my Prince.” You motioned your hand towards the slice of cake, and then clasped your hands together in your lap.

“Mmm,” he made an agreeable noise, raised his eyebrow, and took a bite out of the chocolate cake. You watched him chew as he did before. “I must say, they’ve really outdone themselves this time.”

You nodded, genuinely agreeing with him, and a small laugh escaped your lips. In three more bites, he ate the rest of the slice.

“How about some more then.” He hit his hands on both of his knees, and before you could argue he had already gotten up from his chair, crossing over to your side of the table in three long strides. He picked up the cake knife in his right hand and wiped it with a cloth, looking at his own reflection. He spun it in his hand before leaning his left hand on the back of your chair.

You watched his hand grip the delicate handle of the knife, spinning it around a few times. You were worried the gold would shatter in his hand. The smile had erased itself from your lips, and you cleared your throat.

“You laughed along with the others when we were younger,” he said, still not looking at you. “And yet you fear me now, why is that?”

You gulped, watching the reflections of candlelight as he spun the cake knife in his hand. Silence coated the room, and you thought for a moment in order to choose your words wisely. ”If I may speak freely, my Prince. This marriage doesn’t have to be out of love—no one expects it to be” you said. ”But why did you agree to it if you despise me so?”

You looked up at him to see that he was staring deep into your eyes again.

“I never said I despised you, Y/N.” You felt your heart beating fast, and you worried for a second that he could hear it. “I just want to know why you fear me.” Your eyes immediately dropped down to the knife in his hand, and he looked down too. You didn’t realize how close he had gotten to you, leaning forward a few inches from your face, until he straightened back up again and placed the knife back down on the platter.

He walked towards the open window leading onto the balcony, and placed his hands on the stone balustrade. “Lady Laena’s funeral on Driftmark,” he began. “You tried to follow me when I went after Vhagar.”

“I did,” you said. That was one of the last days that you were actually able to have a conversation with him, it only got worse after that when he started growing distant.

“I thought you were going to stop me.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, confusion in your voice.

“The dragon was promised to Rhaena,” he said. “I thought you would have sided with the rest of them.”

You stood up, trying not to make a sound, but the chair scraped against the stone again. Yet Aemond was unfazed, still looking out into the night. Slowly, you approached him. “I also knew that you were seeking a dragon, my Prince. But you never gave me a chance to explain that before you pushed me into the sand and ran off.”

He let out a short laugh, and you were sure that was the first time you’ve heard him laugh in years, which brought a smile to your lips. Finally, he turned around, but the surprise didn’t show on his face when he saw that you were standing right behind him.

He leaned back casually on the balustrade and you dared to step even closer. Taking in his frame and features more clearly now, your smile dropped when your eyes landed on the eyepatch that adorned his face.

“I’m so sorry,” you began. “About what happened to you that night.” Gently, you reached your hand towards his left eye, but left it hovering in midair before starting to move it back towards you.

You weren’t expecting him to reach out and catch your wrist, the sudden contact making your heart skip a beat. He stood up straight from his spot on the balustrade and pulled you closer to him. You held your arm tightly to your chest until he softly pulled it towards himself again, but this time up towards his face. He placed your hand where you had intended to lay it before, on the left side of his face, your thumb gently caressing the line of the scar that ended on his cheek. His hand was still clasped around your wrist as you dared to move your thumb, following the outline of the eyepatch that stayed firmly in place.

“It’s not your fault—you weren’t there when it happened.” He finally responded.

“Maybe I should have been,” you said, your hand still firmly in place. Nervously, you turned your gaze back to his good eye. “So I could have proved to you how much I cared about you even then.”

His signature smirk was nowhere in sight now, and the genuine smile that grew on his face made your heart flutter. You knew he had changed since you were both just children playing in the Godswood, but you knew that that caring soul was still there inside him, just hidden behind years of bullying and an eternal wound that had been carved into the soft features concealed under it.

You hadn’t spoken in years until your mother told you that it would be best for your two families if your houses were joined in matrimony. You shrugged and nodded until she sat you down and explained that you would be the one getting married. Soon after that, you were strolling around the Godswood again like you did ten years earlier, except you and your prospective husband would barely speak two words to each other.

And yet here you were, your hand caressing the scar that he refused to let you tend to over five years ago. As if you had skipped those five years, with your friendship not being put on hold.

“I could never love him.” Your own words repeated in your head, but quieter now.

Erased entirely when you felt his hands caressing your face, and he leaned down to kiss you.

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lovergirl4vox · 13 days

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hello! i hope your day is going well <3

i saw that you’re in your vox era…and tbh me too 💀

anyways, i was wondering if you could write some fluffy headcannons for vox & lucifer (and any other characters you’re feeling) with a reader who enjoys dressing up for no reason (literally writing this as i’m walking around in my apartment in my highest pair of heels because i can)?

like character surprise visits reader to maybe take them out on a surprise date just to find reader is causally in their living room scrolling on whatever social media vox invented dressed up to the nine’s, or reader drops by at the hotel/character’s office looking they’re about to go on a red carpet or strut on a runway just for fun. maybe reader was a model before they died and just enjoys the finer things in life, and what’s the point of having gorgeous clothing jewelry & shoes if you’re only going to wear them once in a blue moon?

tysm <33

Ofc!! Thank you for your request <3 Hope you enjoy!

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LUCIFER

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-Lucifer would at first be surprised at coming home from a meeting and noticing you in High heels and completely dolled up.

-he wouldn't mind but he'd wouldn't be against the idea of dressing up with you too.

-He can turn into a snake, so what stops him at dressing up as a woman for fun?

-would jump of walls if you let him dress you up or even let him do your makes up

-He was always curious why you dressed up, but he never really asked until he was super curious.

-Once you told him you were a model when you were alive he was estatic.

-he enjoyed his fair share of fashion and he understood you had a great amount of love for fashion, but now that you told him you used to be a model when alive that made him get excited

-this made him ask you for fashion advice and even if you could teach him how to balance on high heels which he's surprisingly good at.

-He's a 10/10 when it comes to you dressing up. Total sweetheart.

VOX

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-Vox doesn't know anything about fashion he never really bothered to dress up besides his usual clothes or any that Velvette tailored for his ads.

-Vox when first catching you all dressed up was confused at why you were all dolled up.

-he didn't understand why you'd constantly dress up even though you were laying on the couch at 11 pm scrolling through sinstagram.

-He wouldn't say much besides complementing your outfit and giving you a usual kiss in the forehead and showering you in compliments.

-he wouldn't dress up with you unless it's for a special case then he will. He just likes his usual outfit.

- 100% would fall on big heels.

-His dress shoes have a bit of heel but the heels you wore exhausted him and made him crumble.

-he would really enjoy going out and showing you out to the world with your amazing dress up skills

-when he figured out you were a model when you were alive he'd ask you to be one of Vels models and talked all about how you would be such a wonderful model and you would bring tons of money

-overall he's a 8/10

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HOPE YOU ENJOYED !! :3

#vox #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #x reader #vox x reader #fanfic #headcanon #vox x you #hazbin vox

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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HII I'M SO HAPPY I FOUND YOUR BLOG IT'S SO PRETTY AND COOL :)) May i request ? If you're not okay with this, you can always delete or not answer or say it to me, it's okay !

Can i get à hoody, Toby and Liu with a french S/o that curse and insults in french so no one knows ? Like pls our insults are creative asf, we deserve an oscar

AHHH THANK U THATS SO NICE!💕💕 and ofc I’m okay with it it’s a great ask!!

Creepypastas with a French!Reader that curses in their language

Includes: Hoody, Toby Rogers and Homicidal Liu

German!Reader version:

Hoody💖

Hoody always tried to speak French to you. Of course, he always butchered your language but at least he was trying. You actually thought it was quite cute. If he tried to say things to you and failed, you would giggle and bop him playfully on the mask/nose. You then corrected him, going through each syllable and vowel with him so he could perfect it. If Hoody were a cartoon, the red eyes on his mask would magically turn into hearts. You made him feel some type of way✨

You, Hoody and Masky were all on a mission together. Masky was getting real grumpy with you, bossing you about and snapping at you. Part of you just thought he was a bit jealous, having his good friend all sweet on you. But at the same time you were getting real huffy back

Masky ended up leaving the two of you, walking ahead and venturing through the woods by himself. As you walked side by side with Hoody, you muttered French curses under your breath

“What was that?” Hoody asked gently, looking over to you in the dark

“Rien.” You grumbled

You both continued to follow Masky through the woods, keeping a small distance

“That means ‘nothing’, right?” Hoody asked again

You smiled to yourself, “oui.” You nodded

“Are yer sure? Thought I heard you say something.” He replied

You sighed, cursing yourself now in French. “It’s just Tim. He’s just a bit moody tonight.” You said quietly

“Don’t take it personal.” Hoody said, feeling for your hand in the dark. “He’s just like that sometimes. He’ll apologise later.”

You felt gloved fingers entwine with your own, holding your hand as gravel crunched under two sets of shoes

While at the mansion, if you were to make a mistake in the kitchen or hurt yourself or something, you always yelled out French curses. Hoody tried to act like it wasn’t completely adorable, biting back a smile as he asked if you were okay

Jeff and Toby made fun of your accent a lot. They weren’t being serious, just bantering and teasing. But damn, did they shut up when you clapped back. The roasts you said in English were hilarious, and they didn’t even wanna know what you said to them when it was in French

Watching you do this, was actually one of the first times Hoody realised he loved you. That and how romantic and sweet you could be to him

Toby Rogers💖

Toby always mimicked or imitated your accent. He wasn’t trying to be mean about it. He was just doing it because he liked you and thought you were cool

Toby was constantly asking you how to say certain words or sentences in French. Usually they were rather crude, or just plain swear words. But sometimes he was cute and asked for genuine phrases

You both sat facing each other crosslegged on his bed, your shoes laying on the already messy floor. Toby parroted what you just said in French, failing miserably. You giggled and shook your head, but he was full convinced he was right. He continued to butcher certain words, saying complete gibberish. Your shoulders shook as you tried to contain your laughter. This only encouraged Toby, and he kept on talking and talking (and talking). You yanked his mask down and placed a finger to his lips, trying to shush him up

“Non, non, cherie.” You purred with a chuckle. This surprisingly actually piped him down a bit, making his shoulders droop as he gazed into your eyes dreamily. “That is not how you say it.” You uttered flirtatiously

“Okay.” Toby slurred back, seemingly under your spell

He always thought it was funny as shit when you cussed in French. Whether you hit your arm on a doorway or realised you forgot something, you cursed to yourself in your language. Toby giggled every time, since he actually knew those words (wondered why)

You often watched Toby play video games with the others in the living room. You were behind the couch, leaning over his shoulder as your eyes were glued to the screen. Toby and Jeff sat next to each other, a controller in each hand. BEN sat on the floor, gaming with them as well. He was also winning by a landslide

“Come on, boys. BEN is whipping your butts.” You said

“Like to see you play this game!” Jeff blurted, mashing buttons while not looking away from the tv

“Hmph,” you huffed, muttering something in French under your breath

Toby giggled at that, recognising the cuss words

“What? What’d they say?” Jeff asked, trying not to get distracted from the game

Cartoonish explosions and laser noises came from the tv as BEN’s character threw a projectile at Jeff’s

“Oh, rain.” Toby snickered back

A smile tugged at your lips as you rolled your eyes

“It’s actually pronounced ‘rein’, mon cherie.”

Homicidal Liu💖

Liu was always trying to impress you. He thought your accent was so sexy. He was smitten! He listened intently on what you said and then would try to speak French later, in a boyish attempt to ‘woo’ you. If he made a mistake, you corrected him, stroking his brown hair playfully. Liu’s entire stitched up face would go completely red

“Oh.” He rasped, dumbfounded at his mistake and your advances

His eyes were wide and glassy as you fixed up his messy bangs, smiling gently at him

“It’s okay, cher. I think it’s cute.” You purred

Liu’s knees nearly buckled. He was definitely gonna brag about this to Jeff later

Speaking of Jeff, the man teased you often. He was probably just jealous that Liu had a healthy, normal relationship. ‘Cause god knew he could never have one

When Jeff gave you a snarky comment or teased you about your ‘funny’ accent, you placed your hands on your hips and gave him a smug grin. You then said some dastardly comeback in your native tongue, making Liu burst into laughter

While helping others with cooking and stuff in the kitchen, mistakes were made sometimes. One of your silly little habits was cussing out in French

Cut yourself while chopping up tomatoes? “Merde!” Hit your funny bone on the edge of the counter? “Bon dieu!”

Liu was always racing over to make sure you were okay, looking over your bloody finger or bruised arm. He couldn’t help but smirk though, thinking you blurting out French was cute

“What’re you smiling about?” You asked, rubbing the pain out of your injury

“Nothing,” Liu chuckled, a blush dusting across his cheeks. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He changed the subject

You smiled back, leaning in to give him a quick peck on his nose. The man’s blush only deepened, pulling you closer to him

“I’m fine, mon cherie.” You cooed

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #brian thomas #brian thomas x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #toby rogers #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x reader #rab.reads

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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so based on the poll, legit everyone got a voting… so for this first part, im doing smut for the top four. If this does get popular, I will do the others in part 2 (hanma, sanzu, timeskip!takemichi, draken, bonten!mikey). Enjoy~

Notes: hair pulling, riding, boners lol, nipple pinching, fingering, sex ofc, fem!y/n

𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅!𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎 (changed him to be in the tokyo manji gang instead of a serial killer lol)

He tapped his foot on the ground, gazing off into the abyss and ignoring Baji completely. The presentation continued, and only when Draken tapped him on the shoulder was when he realised everyone but him and draken had already left.

“You alright Mikey?” draken asks as he sets his coffee on the table in front of the man and leans against the side with a curious glance.

“No, just bored. You know that I don’t like financial stuff, don’t get it at all.” he shrugs as he stands up and gathers his things.

“You made us huge, Mikey. We’re bound to have financials, we’re one of the biggest in Tokyo now due to your popularity recently.” draken deadpans as he sets the bag of dorayaki on the table and waves goodbye, walking the opposite direction elsewhere in the building.

Manjiro couldn’t help but smile as he picked up the bag and takes his things, taking it all to his quiet office to work there. Once in his office, he was overly energized and began to work, flying through his files and finishing 3 hours earlier than normal.

He basically floated home, excited to get home and relax for the first time in.. well, a while. After all, he missed spending quality time with you. His dark locks flew in the wind as he roamed around him bag for his keys, grinning when he found them and unlocked the door.

He took his shoes off and placed his bag at the door, grabbing the crumpled bag of dorayaki and following the scent of cooking food to the kitchen. There stood you, his beautiful wife, in an apron, a tanktop, and very short shorts.

Your headphones were in so you had not heard him come in, that was, until the bag of dorayaki fell to the ground with a thud and his eyes locked on your open body.

“Oh, welcome home, ‘jiro.” you say with a smile as you turn off your music and take off your headphones, placing them on the counter and walkng over to him with open arms. You took him into your embrace, yet he seemed stiff.

“Why are you so stiff-“ you mutter, but you were immediately met with why; he was beet red and was completely bricked up in his pants.

He looked the other way with a quivering lip as you giggled and ran a gentle hand from his shoulders down his arms.

“Like what you see? Or do you.. want to see more, perhaps?” you coo as his eyes widen and he turns back to you.

“Well- uhm..” he mutters, at a loss for words at your sudden change of demeanor.

“You were practically undressing me with your eyes, why don’t you do it with your hands now, hmm?” you say as you teasingly rub over his restricted dick and turn away, shutting off the stove and placing his dorayaki on the counter, walking to the bedroom with a smile as you heard him stumbling after you.

You had him on a leash tonight.

By the time he got to the room, you were already out of your apron and in only your bra and panties, not to mention that they were a laced matching set. Just by the sight of you, something lit under him that drove his insane, and all he wanted to do was ruin you all night, over and over and over again.

He tore off his clothes and tore off yours, all to quick for you to understand what was happening until he was already inside of you and was fondling your breasts.

“Woah- m-mikey, calm down-“ you mutter as you gaze up at his face. Something in his eyes had changed; the glint of curiosity had shifted to pure lust and mischief, something you never saw often.

He squeezed your nipple, rolling around in his rough finger pads as you squeaked and whined. As much as you hated to admit it, it wad a turn on for you, you had just never told him.

“‘jiro.. please..” you moan out as his ears perked up, retreating his hands from your boobs to your waist as he used both hands to tilt your pelvis up and drilled into you.

Your moans and his occasional grunts filled the once quiet room as he slammed into you, continuously hitting the same spot over and over that had you seeing stars.

“You like that? Yeah? Like the bitch in heat you are.” he spits as he angles you again, hitting somehow even deeper than before that pulled heavely sounds out of you and your body.

The lewd slapping of your connected bodies eventually stilled as you squirted on his cock, his ruthless actions and words finally getting to you.

“Yeah that’s right, cream on this dick.”

𝐵𝒶𝒿𝒾

"Huh?! How'd you get past me?!" baji yells as chifuyu races past him in mario kart, ryusei exploding in laughter as chifuyu places first, him second, and baji last place.

"H-He's just good." ryusei says as he tries to catch his breath, a wrestling match uprising as baji finds that comment unfair.

"Baji, stop. I'm on the phone." you say as you mutter a few words into the phone, shooting a glare at him before walking away laughing.

"Woah, who's that baji?" ryusei says as he glances up at baji frozen on top of him, beet red with his mouth open.

He had never seen your hair completely down, it was always up in a rough bun or a ponytail. But seeing you with your hair down made him freeze up, even though he usually had his own hair down.

"Uhm.. y/n uh.." he stumbles on his words as he places a hand over his mouth. Why the fuck did he get hard from that?

"Chifuyu, we better go, otherwise we might be listening to a whole porn plot soon." ryusei teases as he pushes baji off of him and grabs his blanket, throwing it over his shoulder with a grin as he climbs out the window with chifuyu, baji yelling behind him slurs.

Baji listened silently as he heard you say a few final words and say goodbye, stilling the house completely. He got up and inched out of his room, met face to face with your figure.

“You done?” he asks as you nod, looking away with a pout.

“They denied me. Said I needed more experience.” you say with a sigh as he smirks and leans near your ear, fanning your neck with his hot breath.

“I can’t get you that type of experience, but I can get you some experience in bed, yeah?” he says as you push him away with a laugh as you walked towards the kitchen.

“I need a job, baji, not your-“

It fell of deaf ears as he bent you over on the counter right there and had a hand on your ass in a second.

“You might need it, seems like your body does at least.” he coos with a laugh as he traces your folds.

“Baji! No!” you squeal with a moan as he thrusts a finger in and out, catching your off guard.

“the.. bed- please!” you blab out, hoping you could at least get some padding beneath your elbows. However, the only responce you got was a grunt of disapproval as he pushed your face down more.

"Not with you looking like that." he says simply as he grabs you by the hair and yanks you back, marking your neck as you throw your head back with evey moan.

"You know, you should have your hair down more often. Maybe then you can get more 'experience' for your job."

𝑅𝒶𝓃

He tapped his finger on the desk, overly done with work for the day. He glanced at the clock and when it read 5:06pm, he couldn't help but release a verbal sigh at the nother hour he had.

"Something you would like to share, Ran?" mikey asks as Ran straightens up.

"No, sir."

"Good. Then continue, Kokonoi." mikey says as he shoots him a glare and rests his head on his palm again, clearly just as board as Ran.

Finally the clock ticked to 6:00pm, and Ran quickly grabbed his things and shot out of the place like a bullet.

Earlier in the day, you had sent him a few snaps with rather revealing pics, each one having its own lewd caption to go along with it. One in particular, however, promised Ran that you would ride him. While this isn't the most amazing thing, you never did that with him, even on the most horny days you begged him for sex.

Thus, he was beyond energized to get done with his work and get home as fast as possible. And when mikey told him that they had an unexpected meeting about a possible threat, he couldn't help but sigh in dissapointment and nod with a sour smile. And like normal, the meeting was as boring as ever; there was yet another threat that had been taken care of a while ago but now had stolen a shipment of their drugs.

He got home much quicker than usual, only taking him 14 minutes to arrive instead of half an hour. His Porchea 935 shot up into the garage, the slamming of the doors making you giggle as it rattled the whole house.

"You're excited today, aren't you?" you giggle as he tears off his tux.

"You can not even believe." he says as he takes off your shirt and pants, fondling the clasp of your bra as he grins when it pops open.

After he relaxes a little by simply stuffing his in between your boobs, he sighs and sits down properly, patting his lap with a smile.

"Long day?" you ask as he guides you down on his dick, a small moan falling off of your lips as you rest your head on his shoulders.

"You can't just be this bold and then get all gentle when you get what you want now, darl' " Ran says as he draws circles on the small of your back, allowing you to do all the work instead of him.

Riding him like this made his huge size almost impossible to take all the way, tears forming in your eyes as your nipples perked in between his fingers.

"You enjoyin' this? Yeah? What if I helped you a little.." he says with a teasing squeeze as he gives one good thrust, sending you over the top as you doubled over on his chest. He chuckled as he gave you a few light thrusts, starting to move you towards another knot in your stomach.

"Are you..c-close?" you stutter out as he slows his thrusts and furrows his eyebrows.

"Why does that matter?" he asks, genuinely surprised at your sudden soft tone.

"Caus'I feel bad." you say as he grins.

"Well then, show me your apology then. I was really close, but now I'm not. You wanna help? Help me fill up your pretty pussy."

𝑅𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓊

“Really, my brother?” he yells as he pins you against the wall near the living room.

“What do you mean, rin?” you bat your eyelashes innocently, earning a grunt from the man and a hand to loudly slam on the wall next to your head.

“Don’t play games, y/n. I can pick up the difference of you tonight, and the fact that you didn’t wear underwear to a family meeting of mine was rather bold of you.” he spits as he slides his leg up, splitting your legs apart with his knee and pratically sitting you down on his knee.

“So let’s be honest,” he starts as he nips at the skin of your neck, “you’re just being a needy bitch today, yeah?”

With that, he throws you on the couch, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as he traces your other lips with his finger, sending shivers down your spine.

Slick coated his finger as he slipped one, two in, pumping you for all you were worth just to see you squirm. Your whimpers bounced off the walls, and you couldn’t help but blush knowing you were so exposed to a man in a full tuxedo looking so proper.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he slipped himself into your folds, screaming out his name as he began a brutal pace almost instantly.

“Rin- s-slow down! Please!” you cried out, but it fell on deaf ears. Tonight he wanted to prove one thing, to you and himself; you were his and he was yours.

He pounded into you, hitting your cervix with each thrust and sending stars to blur your vision. The knot tightened in your stomach and just as he thought he had one, you squeezed with all your might and sucked an orgasm out of him too right along with you.

He buckled over you with muffled moans as you quivered under him, panting emerging from him more than you. He stayed like that until he calmed his heart and looked up at you with a glare.

“I was supposed to finish off later.” he deadpans as you giggle, a chuckle emerging from him too.

“It might just be a battle for power then, Rin.” you say with a challenging grin.

Holy shit this is long...uhm... I hope you loved it??!

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This isn't for you. Part 3. F.S.

Farleigh gets the upper hand, and then almost immediately loses it.

Warnings: Oliver Quick is a menace and doesn't understand consent. I don't write reader insert. This fic contains an OFC with a personality and dreams and thoughts.

Farleigh held his anger in his stomach. He always had. It would curdle and churn in his gut, threatening to force its way out, and he would swallow it down every time. When he was a teen, he became convinced that he had an ulcer. He’d lie on the floor hugging himself around the middle every time he came home from another event where he was treated like a civilian by the ruling class that he was meant to be a part of.

He knew those people inside and out. He watched them. He felt their twisting, turning disingenuous politeness wind around the room like a boa constrictor. He was them.

Only Maggie could see it. Felix and Venetia were whimsically lost in their own youth, but Maggie was self-aware and she was also aware of him. It was always a relief when she would walk through the door and rearrange the seating cards while no one was looking. She’d seat them together and keep one soft, grazing hand on his knee, grounding him. Who would tell her no?

At dinner with the Henry’s, Farleigh would have given anything to see her to his left once again. He found himself only half-listening to the conversation as he imagined her slipping her shoes off under the table and making small talk with the Henry to her left. But she wasn’t there, and the anger of Felix’s betrayal was sitting like a weight in the pit of his stomach.

During karaoke, Oliver decided to pick at his fresh wound, and it only built the anger more. They flirted and whispered, Farleigh softened by so much liquor coursing through his bloodstream. Oliver brought up Venetia, money, shame. All in minimally veiled seduction.

“If you ever want me to talk to them,” The little rat murmured in his sing-song baby voice, his lifeless shark eyes forming perfect circles. “I know what you’re going through.”

It was sickening, the way he turned the puppy-dog eyes on and pouted his lips. Oliver obviously believed that Farleigh was interested in him. He was unconventionally attractive. A composite sketch of striking features. Farleigh felt nothing but annoyance though.

Still, he swallowed it down, choosing instead to be stalwart and flirtatious over showing his cards.

“It’s time to change things up a bit.” Farleigh tucked the song book under his arm and skimmed through the catalogue, finding exactly the right tune to humiliate the boy. “Oliver, you’re up!”

Taking his place toward the back of the room, he danced and sang along, thoroughly enjoying watching Oliver sink into embarrassment right there in front of everyone. It didn’t seem to truly hit anyone until he sang the lines “I love you. You pay my rent.”

It was beautiful. It was horrifying. It was a perfect little moment of comeuppance.

“This is your song too Farleigh.” Oliver held the microphone out, his face beet red and sweat beading around his hairline and upper lip.

“Only if you insist!” Farleigh shimmied through the lounging guests, snatching the microphone. He was born to perform, and he did. Court jester. Minstrel to his own family. It didn’t embarrass him. He knew exactly where his place was. He was determined to remind Oliver of his.

That night, he’d meant to call Maggie but he was far too drunk and it was far too late. He wasn’t in bed until quarter to three. He felt better. The anger was there. It was often there. But it was dissipating. Taking up residence elsewhere in his body at least.

Just as he drifted off, feeling a glee at the small revenge of the night, something heavy knocked him awake. He opened his eyes to something far worse than a sleep paralysis demon. It was Oliver.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Farleigh moved to lift his arms but Oliver had them pinned to his sides with his knees.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Oliver was cast completely in shadow, only the blue moonlight from the window reaching his face.

“I think you’re in the wrong fucking room.” To this point, Farleigh had felt a lot of things about Oliver, but fear certainly wasn’t one of them. Now, he was genuinely afraid. This was unhinged behavior. This was completely insane.

“Am I?” Oliver spoke in a husky voice. It was soft and sinister. “Are you going to behave from now on, Farleigh?”

He almost laughed. Really? A power play? He was downright transparent. “No.”

Behind his back, Oliver’s hand crept into the sheet that was barely separating their bodies. Strong fingers wrapped themselves around soft flesh growing harder.

“Are you going to behave?”

Farleigh gulped down the urge to buck the smaller man off of him. He could shove him off. He could stop him. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t. “No?”

The hand squeezed harder, moving now. This was sick. It was hot, but it was sick.

“Don’t make me ask again.” Oliver knew what he was doing. He could feel it. They both could feel it.

Farleigh nodded his head quickly, minimally. Upset about giving in.

Oliver was close enough that Farleigh could smell his sickly sweet breath. It smelled of fruity cocktails and pineapple slices. “Say it.”

“I-I’m going to behave.” Farleigh let go completely, his stomach in knots. The anger was back, but so was desire. Disgusting, irritating desire. The thing that always got him into trouble.

Still close, Oliver spit into his hand, and Farleigh gave himself over wholly.

In the morning, Farleigh woke up to a deep, revolting shame. He felt sticky and queasy. He’d let Oliver win. He’d been bested. But more than that, he hadn’t wanted it to happen. He wondered if that was how Venetia had felt. Used.

He tried to wash it all away in the shower, but there was that anger again. Just where he’d left it too.

He was getting dressed when Duncan burst into his room, startling him.

“What the fuck?” He jumped back. Not even a knock? What was going on in Saltburn lately?

“Gather your things.” Duncan lifted his suitcase from the corner, plopping it onto his bed. “You’re to be out immediately.”

It was the coldness in his voice that scared Farleigh the most. He’d never been spoken to like that. He tried to question him but Duncan was gone before he could even form thoughts.

Farleigh made a b-line to James’ office, knocking once before letting himself into the open door.

“James, what’s going on?” He was only met with more icy stares.

Elspeth was sitting in the corner chair, looking pensive, an expression that didn’t suit her. James was at his desk, both hands laid flat on his thighs.

“Really, Farleigh? After everything we’ve done for you?” James took off his glasses, expression pained. “Attempting to steal from us?”

“What? How?” Farleigh moved to sit down but Duncan came in and ushered him toward the door. “No! Wait-how? I haven’t gone anywhere? How could I have stolen anything? Why would I do that?”

In the hall, only Elspeth followed.

“There has to be a mistake. I haven’t-“ He was cut off by Duncan’s hand on his shoulder pushing him toward the door.

“Darling, you mustn’t make such a fuss. Please behave yourself.” Elspeth looked angry. It was another new expression he hadn’t seen.

Before he could even process another thought, he was out the servant’s door and sitting in a car. The trunk slammed hard as his things were loaded in.

“Where to, then?” The driver asked, not even turning around to see him blubbering and snotty in the back seat.

Finally, he managed to choke out, “Daylesford House. Gloucestershire.”

#TIFY #farleigh start #farleigh start x ofc #farleigh start fanfic #farleigh fanfiction #saltburn #saltburn fanfiction

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uniquezombiedestiny · 6 months

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actually fuck it. i need to ramble more

thinks about the snow queen and bella. ive recently delved into her story and some of the of fairytale (dubious from some webbed site but. yknow lmao) and wound up with lots of think of... based on her ruina dialogue + appearance, the queen like to challenge the brave. in the fairytale, kai and gerda's childike hearts are still there at the end. bella is someone with a kind heart and not much bravery. (really, she polarizes, but her bravery is more around the alternate alone. she can be brave!! but usually and - especially as she declines - she loses that aspect, likely trading it for simple anger, red-shoes-y desire, etc.) she was also forced to grow up - she is still that lonely kid she was years ago. she is still in t-589, still in c-127. she has a lot to learn, still, and to discover.

the snow queen is.. an interesting figure to me when it comes to her relationship with bella. she is cold, silent, only watching bella as she simply speaks into basically nothingness. she may, sometimes, give her a cruel smile. what a childlike, brave little soul; one who chose to bear the cold. one who enjoys her presence.

"kai saw things he didn't need or want to see." / "he felt like what he knew amounted to so little."

to bella, the queen is a respite. friendcorp has shown her so many new things, good and bad. on the bad side, her mental issues have been unraveling. her unhealthy mindset isn't going to work indefinitely like it used to. but, with the snow queen, it's familiar. it's not even that cold anymore, you know? she's long been used to cold, quiet, endless hallways. talking into the silence - like her words are simply carried away by the wind - is a relief, because noone can hear them. for once, she can speak, and there will be no consequences. and if the queen does hear, well, that's alright. she trusts her, now.

the cold isn't so bitter anymore. it's homely. familiar. it's lively, biting into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. she feels real.

and, ofc, i'll talk about her suicide attempt too. especially her own views on it... eventually, it becomes like a knightly duty to her. she must do this to save everyone else - surely, we'll all be happier this way. yes, you'll have to face this loss. but beyond it is a better ending for everyone here. this is the most logical choice... isn't it?

the snow queen gave kai a kiss - one to no longer feel the cold, and one to forget everything. his family, friends, etc etc. that way, he would stay with the snow queen. she would show him the truth of the world - the shattered mirror shards, his knowledge being so little, the mirror of reason.

"what a shame... all your friends who could help you are gone." really, it's like she pities bella and her kind, lonely heart. she pitites most people, i think, like when she laughed at lee during their duel, or gave merry a sickening smile shortly before being frozen. where her heart should be is empty - she is a cold and calculating being.

in ruina, the mirror is surrounded with frozen people, with the throne being the head of the circle. really, both her and bella have done this time and time again. bella has endured loss after loss, leaving entire worlds behind. the snow queen has killed person after person, snuffing flame after flame. her suicidd isn't much different. it's just, this time. it's a calm, slow end. bella puts up no fight or front of bravery, now. she just wants to return to her dreams of a better world. the queen will gladly show her this, in a place made only for themselves, where bella can finally be completely and utterly herself, in all it's flaws, without consequence. with all of her emotions overtaken by freezing cold, she can finally smile.

and she'll be preserved as an angel. she'll look beautiful, perfect, in this ice, like a bug in amber. she will always be the perfect kid.

also, in the og story, the shattered mirror wound up being made into things like glasses and windows. that fits well with bella's glasses. when kai's eye gets a tiny, tiny shard in it, he sees everything as distorted and ugly. but he sees perfection in snowflakes. the snow queen is made of them, the queen to the "snow bees" that are snowflakes. (they're actually described as snow bees in the story!)

#fc!bella #okay to reblog #anyways if anyone wants to add stuff or anything feel free id be super happy to hear it!#lobotomy corporation #the snow queen #ill maintag since i am talking about the snow queen some #shes inch resting now... motherly figure and all but shes really just a mirage #cruel and cunning but through the mirror shard you only see perfection #i could even delve into motherlyness; love; and bellas perception of love #also how others view the queen and their disconnect towards bella bc of it #and how she deals with their differing views #< but her suicide mindset does kinda do that too #maybe another post :3c #lc ocs #forgot that ine lol #one*#writing #that too lmao

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On Deck

Chapter 15

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 3,248

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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Sam squinted as the hot August sun beat down on her and Chris while they slowed to a stop at the crosswalk. “How is it that I’m out of breath and you aren’t?” She heard him practically pant, and he ran a hand through his sweaty hair as Sam stood still, her eyes on the small beach across the way. They were a few miles outside of town along the coastline of Connecticut, the cold Atlantic Ocean an enticing sight to her in this muggy summer heat.

She shrugged, raising her shoulders as she felt her tight tank top cling to her heated skin. “Over a decade of waiting tables has given me a lot of stamina,” she admitted, a smirk on her face as he laughed.

“I’m familiar with your stamina.”

“Well apparently yours leaves a lot to be desired,” Sam told him sarcastically, slowly moving as the light changed and falling into stride with Chris towards the busy beach.

He gasped, looking at her with an amused and over dramatic expression, moving to the side as a small family passed them. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that.”

Sam grinned and nodded her head towards the crashing waves.“C’mon, we better take a break or I’m afraid you’re going to pass out.”

He knocked his shoulder against hers then moved behind her as they descended down the short staircase, muttering, “I’m going to blame it on the fact I worked out so much the past few days in Boston.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, bigshot,” Sam laughed cheerfully, then they kicked their shoes and socks off, making their way to an empty space near the water and sitting on the sand. She was quiet, letting the sun warm her skin before she gratefully took a sip from Chris’ water bottle. “I really missed you, ya know.”

“I know, I missed you too.”

And Sam knew how much he meant it. The two of them had settled into a routine over this summer, only becoming closer and closer as each day passed. Between their trip to Mexico nearly a month ago, Sam learning to trust and rely on Chris more, as well as Sam and Riley basically living at Chris’ apartment had then made them completely intertwined. But that had also made the five days apart this past week even more difficult, and also made the relatively short distance between their small town and Boston feel immeasurably large.

When they had returned from Mexico, Chris had called Hank back at Sammy’s urging and told him that he wanted to come back the following season for the Red Sox, which had set a lot of things in motion. He went to Boston these past five days to have meetings for his upcoming broadcasting job, but had also scheduled a few consultations with doctors and physical therapists to check out his past injuries to see if coming back had even been feasible.

Sam hated being apart from him but was relieved he finally was going to get checked out. His jovial nature had been subdued since they’d gotten home from Mexico, Chris being more down as he got in his own head and felt the stress and anxiety about a possible comeback. He had been going through all the ‘what-ifs’ of if he’d be able to play again let alone if he’d be any good. Then add on the stress of broadcasting, a totally new venture, and Chris had been unlike himself the past month. Sam had been eager for him to go get checked out, knowing that he’d at least have an answer then and she had felt herself warm from the inside out when he’d called her on his way out of the doctor a couple days ago, excitement in his voice as he told her the doctor thought he’d be able to play again.

And while that elation was a welcome relief to them both, it was short-lived for Sam when she went into work each day. Things for her had become even worse, her boss still holding a grudge that she’d taken time off for vacation - for the first time in over a decade - and now was asking for a weekend off toward the end of summer so she, Chris, and Riley could go to Boston for a few days. Although she hadn’t mentioned it to Chris, her boss had been even crabbier and mean than normal, chewing Sam out for each and every misstep and yelling at her a handful of times every shift. She tried to push that from her mind though, not wanting to let it taint her time with Chris.

“Being in Boston without you just didn’t feel right,” Chris quietly admitted to her, Sam turning to watch as he leaned back slightly, shutting his eyes and practically basking in the sun.

Sam’s brows furrowed and she laughed slightly as she watched him, moving to pull her hair into a bun at the top of her head. “I’ve only been there once,” she chuckled quietly.

“I know,” Chris murmured. “But now it just feels weird to be without you for so long. I don’t like it.”

Sam sighed and watched the way the waves crashed against the shore, moving towards their feet before the water receded. “At least I got the whole bed to myself without you snoring in my ear.”

“Wow Sammy, I’m just here sharing my feelings about missing you and all you can say is that you were happy I wasn’t bothering your sleep! Some girlfriend you are,” Chris laughed sarcastically, moving closer to Sam and his eyes shifting to look up and down the shoreline curiously.

“Well I’m just speaking the truth,” Sam confessed, her voice quieting. “You know I missed you. I felt like… I don’t know. I just felt like something wasn’t right with you not there.”

“I love you, baby,” his low voice murmured as he squinted at her from under his long eyelashes. “And I want you to know that I really wanted dinner from that Italian restaurant I took you to when we were there but I didn’t get it. I’m saving it for when we’re together.”

Her head tilted back as she laughed loudly, Chris joining in happily. “Good, because I don’t think I could forgive you if you cheated on me with that gnocchi,” Sam admitted to him.

“We could have it when we go in a couple weeks,” Chris whispered as he reached a hand out to lay over her own. “Can Ify cover your shifts?”

A deep sigh escaped her as he brought up the elephant in the room, telling him, “Yeah, but Ken has been all over me so I’m not sure if he’ll give me the time off.”

“Sammy-”

“I know what you’re going to say, but we’ve been through this Chris. He’s my boss and I can’t seem to get a job anywhere else so I just have to deal with it,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “But even if I can’t go, I hope you’ll take Riley with you. It would mean the world to him.”

He looked at her with a frown on his face, silent for several long moments until he agreed quietly, “I will, baby.”

Sam nodded, falling quiet as well. The silence that had fallen between them allowed the sound of the waves and the nearby groups to sneak into their space, and before long they heard the giggles of a young boy, Sam looking to her right. “Hey look at that little kid,” Sam whispered, nodding her head over to the group next to them, eyes trailing on the little boy as he dumped a bucket of water over his head, laughing loudly as he wiped the water from his eyes with a grin. “Look how cute he is!”

She heard a small chuckle rise from Chris as he saw the boy, both of them quieting as they observed him for a moment before they returned their eyes to the water in front of them. Chris surprised Sam when he - as tentative as she’d ever heard him before - asked her, “...Do you ever want one of those?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, glancing back to the family next to him, seeing the boy working on a sandcastle and replied quietly, “A sandcastle?”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head as Sam turned back to him. “No, a kid,” he corrected.

She sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted honestly, avoiding Chris’ eyes as she stared at the ocean in front of them. “I love Riley but taking care of him has been really hard.”

Sam could see Chris nod his head out of the corner of her eyes, his voice soft as he sympathized, “Well it doesn’t help that you were a kid yourself when you were expected to basically be his mom.”

She let out a large sigh, her brain racking through the fears that had been long-present in her brain. “Yeah, and I guess… part of me is afraid I’ll end up being a mom like mine was,” she confessed quietly to him.

“You’re nothing like your mom, Sammy,” Chris instantly said, his voice firm. “What you’ve done for Riley shows that.”

“Thank you, Chris,” she smiled, moving her hand out from under his to rest on his arm, another sigh escaping her. “But at this point in my life, I feel unsure about it.”

Chris nodded, shrugging and simply replying, “I can understand that.”

The couple were silent, Sam nodding a bit before she furrowed his brows and asked, “...Do you want them?”

“Honestly I haven’t ever given it a ton of thought. I think I’m focused on so many other things in life that I’m not wanting that, at least in the near future,” Chris shrugged before a smirk settled on his lips. “Besides, if we had kids then I’d have to share you and I don’t think I’m really into that.”

“Oh so now you’re just openly admitting how selfish you are?”

“Yeah basically,” he grinned with a loud laugh.

Sam laughed along with him but then moved her hand to lightly shove his shoulder with a smirk, telling him, “C’mon bigshot, I need to get you home before you burn that white skin of yours.”

She watched Chris laugh before grabbing a handful of sand and tossing it at her, making Sam give him a light shove once he got to his feet. The pair pulled their shoes back on then jogged their way back to the apartment, saying hi to Riley who was parked on the couch playing video games as they passed by to go take a shower. Sammy got in and out quickly, much to Chris’ protests, before she tied her hair up and tossed some clothes on before hurrying out the door to get to another grueling shift at the diner.

By the time she was finished, Sammy finally got a chance to look at her phone, seeing a text from Chris informing her that he and Riley had gone to the movies, leaving her an empty apartment for a while when she got home. But as Sam started the car and headed home, she passed by a familiar house with Lisa working in the front yard.

Impulsively, Sam turned the car into the driveway and climbed out, finding Lisa on her hands and knees planting something new in the dirt flower beds that lined her house. She watched as Lisa smiled brightly at her, pushing herself to her feet and brushing the dirt off her jeans and hands before she pulled Sam in for a tight hug.

“Hi honey, what are you doing here?” Lisa greeted her, her warm voice settling Sam’s stress from the long work day.

Sam’s shoulders relaxed as they hugged, pulling back with a smile and shrugging, “I just was going home from work and saw you so I just wanted to stop in for a minute.”

“You know I love it when you do. I wanted an excuse for a break anyway,” Lisa told her as she stepped back. “Where are Chris and Riley tonight?”

“They went to a movie,” Sam told her, following Lisa to the backyard, her eyes moving over the beautiful garden beds. “I don’t think Riley will come out and say it but he missed Chris like crazy this week.”

“Those two are thick as thieves now,” Lisa chuckled as she settled onto a patio chair, watching as Sam sat opposite her. “Although with how down Chris has been, I’m sure having Riley around has lifted his spirits.”

Sam’s brows raised and she bit her lower lip, asking the older woman, “So you’ve noticed it too?”

Lisa nodded with a frown on her face. “I’m just glad he isn’t full on sulking like he was after his last surgeries.”

“I hate seeing him so stressed about everything. I’ve been trying to think of ways to cheer him up,” Sam confessed, feeling thankful for the chance to admit this, especially to Lisa, who was someone whose opinion she held highly. “I worked doubles every single day that he was gone to save some money because I was sort of thinking about surprising him with a dog but I’m not sure.”

Lisa’s brows shot up and a wide smile spread across her face as she enthusiastically said, “Oh Sammy, that’s a great idea! Chris always loved our dogs growing up and he’s wanted one for a long time but obviously couldn’t because of traveling for all the games.”

“Do you really think he’d like it?” Sam asked, apprehension in her voice.

“He’d love it,” Lisa reassured her. “Do you have enough money? I’ve got some cash in the house.”

“No, I really want to do this,” Sam shook her head and declined the offer. “Chris does so much for me and I want to be able to do something for him.”

Lisa gave her a wide smile again, repeating the approval and telling her, “It’s going to mean the world to him Sammy.”

And Sam sure did hope she was right. She felt filled with those nervous butterflies as if she was in junior high again as she drove to the shelter, looking through all the dogs until she found the sweetest pooch who practically begged for her attention. She knew immediately how perfect he was and it took her hardly any time to have the papers signed and the dog and all the supplies for him packed in her beat up old car on the way back to the apartment.

The happy dog trotted alongside her up the stairs, his tail wagging wildly as he waited for Sam to unlock the door. When Sam pushed the door open, she heard the TV on and could see Riley on the couch. She saw him turn his head, Riley’s eyes going wide at the sight of the dog but when she held a finger to her lips, he stayed quiet.

“Hey, I’m home!” Sam called, holding the leash in her hand tightly as she kicked her shoes off by the front door. “How was the movie?”

Riley smirked, his eyes moving to look in the kitchen as he called, “I had to go out and get another popcorn halfway through because Chris ate it all.”

“I was hungry, okay!” Chris’ voice was indignant, and the sound of a cabinet closing echoed into the front hall. He made his way out of the kitchen but he was facing Riley with a plate in his hand and heading to sit at a bar stool. “But it definitely wasn’t a good choice. I’m having a sandwich now to try to soak up all the butter. I think that-”

Sam intently watched when Chris finally turned his head to look at her, but his gaze instantly dropped to the little innocent face looking up at him, making Chris stop all his movements. She could see the smile burst on his face as he exclaimed, “Hi puppy!”

Instantly he pushed himself off of the stool and came over to kneel down on the floor, holding his hand out to let the dog sniff before he started scratching him and asked, “Where did he come from? Is he that new neighbor’s dog?”

“Nope,” Sam replied, a small excited look on her face as she practically watched Chris’ energy level increase and spirits raise. “He’s yours.”

Chris’ eyes were confused as he picked his head up to look at her confusedly. “What?”

“He’s for you,” Sam repeated, eyes moving minutely to see Riley’s small grin as he hovered at the end of the hallway.

“For me?”

Sam bent down, gently unclipping the black leash from the collar around the dog’s neck, smiling as he happily moved closer to Chris and began kissing his face. “I know you’ve been a little stressed about everything lately so I thought that maybe having a pal to take with you to Boston when I can’t, go on runs with you, or to hang out with you while you workout might make you happy.”

Chris leaned his head back, laughing quietly as he scratched the dog’s ears and looked at her. “But I don’t… Sammy I just- did you use my card?”

She shook her head and placed her bag on the coat hook, looking at Chris from over her shoulder as she answered, “He’s a gift which means you aren’t allowed to ask questions so just enjoy it, okay?”

“Baby, I couldn’t love this more. I couldn’t love you more,” Chris admitted, shaking his head in shock practically. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Well I did, so get used to it,” she laughed, reaching to run a hand through Chris’ brown hair before she dug into her bag for the few toys that the shelter had sent home with her. “His name is Dodger.”

“Hi Dodger, hi buddy!”

Chris’ loud laugh echoed in the apartment as Dodger practically leapt onto him, eagerly licking at his chin which only made Chris laugh even harder. He brought the dog over to the living room, sitting down on the large rug where he took turns between rubbing him, tossing a ball around and playing tug of war with the excited dog. Sam just sat and watched, her heart feeling so full at seeing the pure joy on Chris’ face as he endlessly poured his attention and love on Dodger. It was in that moment that she finally understood what Chris meant when he said that he loved to do things for her. She had always felt like she’d been a burden and had that nagging thought at the back of her mind constantly that Chris felt as if he had to do some of the things he did for her. But now she got it. She finally understood how much happiness it brought to be able to do things for the person that you loved and although she did so much for him, as Chris often pointed out, it felt good to be able to give him something tangible. For the first time, Sam was starting to understand what it was like to be in a real relationship, rather than the unhealthy ones she’d seen modeled to her growing up, and she knew that after experiencing just how good it was, there was no going back.

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helluva-world-innit · 6 months

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So...they are far from perfect, but they have taken me months and I finally have these two as close to what I see in my head as I'm going to get them for now. I will just hope I improve as I draw them more or something. Digital art is also something I'm still adjusting to so...yeah. Anyway, say hey to our protags (reimagined)! Buckle up, this post got looooooong.

Charlie is the only child sired by Lucifer himself even if it's in a most unconventional way. He's essentially her father and her mother. No Lilith here, folks, sorry. I'm not Jewish and I don't feel comfortable adding her considering what Jewish folks have said about her inclusion in modern works so she's just...not appearing in this comic. A lot of this will be based on my Protestant upbringing with my Hellenic Polytheist sensibilities thrown in, just fyi.

Now, about the redesign...

I don't actually hate the redesign of Charlie in the show. Her hair is fun, her being masc-presenting is interesting, and red is actually my favorite color. However, I completely redid the Rings and like the idea of Charlie trying to unify Hell with her cause instead of just Pride Ring. She kept some of her red because Lucifer has blond/red hair in my version, depending on how much of his angelic persona drops. There's also red in her coat of many colors which is a Biblical reference as well as an extension of Charlie's ideas about Hell and how the "rainbow" of the Rings should be working together to rehabilitate Sinners instead of just torturing them and making them worse. She even made it herself from scraps of the Ringmasters' clothes, Belphagor's fleece, and an old sewing machine. Her dad hates it because it makes her look poor. They are locked in constant battle over him trying to discreetly destroy it and her salvaging it last minute. She also wears spats on her shoes. They're tap shoes because ofc they are. I let her keep her love of theater because it's cute. Lucifer secretly loves that his daughter is just as much of a showboat as he is.

JC is also Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Comic, but at least we have Charlie.

Now, some of you are probably noticing that I made Charlie darker...that's not an accident. Charlie, by the method of her birth here, has black skin. She has her father's eyes and hair. As I get better at drawing and rendering black hair, we will see it in other styles because I love some of the things black folks with more textured hair than myself do with it. I just really like the bubble braid too. It suggests thickness not a lot of people have in their hair. Charlie has had to learn how to style her hair herself a lot since Luci can barely manage some puff buns. Doesn't help that It seems to grow back as fast as it's cut so Charlie mostly trims the ends and moisturizes the hell out of it.

I think it's fitting for Charlie to have a bit extra vibrancy with demon and angelic features because she isn't mortal. At least not completely. She does have a more horrifying form with horns and eyes and wings but she hardly ever has to use it. She also has a natural charm to her she gets from her dad that makes it very hard to turn down what she suggests. Not impossible, just very unappealing. Hoping I can get to a point where her eyes aren't so scary looking but she does have cat pupils so, we'll...see.

Funny thing about Charlie is she is a bit like Elsa. Born with powers beyond comprehension, lives in an icy castle in the mountainside of the remote (only) city in her country, and was kept away from most of her citizens until her 200th birthday.

Okay, it's not a complete 1:1 here. Yes, Lucifer kept Charlie under wraps for about 200, well 50 years from his family, the other Ringmasters. The other denizens of Hell had no idea they had a princess until the events of the comic. They really aren't sure what to make of it either. Some Hellborn think they'll be able to marry into Lucifer's good graces (Sinners cannot legally marry anyone), others consider ransoming Charlie when she ventures out to start the rehab hotel (they are so painfully mistaken; everyone from her dad to her aunt Bel has taught her how to fight viciously even if it's not her preferred method of conflict resolution. to say nothing of the protective friends she gathers quickly). It also makes Charlie a little...well, naive about just how well her plans to rehab Hell are going to go. Most of what she knows about interacting with others come from pop media and her loving and protective family. It's an eye-opening experience when she strikes out on her own.

Debating on adding more black fleece to the bottom hem of her coat too. Thots? The background is just a deserted little corner of Pride Ring which is covered in snow (yes, Pride Ring is cold like in the Divine Comedy here). The orange trees in the background are courtesy of @holoanarchy for giving me the idea when I asked "what's a good color for the leaves of Hell trees?". I'll talk more about those when I post that Ring up, though.

Okay, let's talk about this lovable asshole now.

Blitz Wire has had to struggle and fight for most of the things he has in life. From the very beginning, things have been...tough for him. Imps are not the very bottom of the social ladder in my version of circus Hell, but they still make up the majority of the working class. If you've never been working class, take it from me, it sucks rocks. Sucks even more when neither of your parents were ever really successful or good with money either, as is the case with the Wires. Blitz's parents met when they were young and idealistic in Greed Ring and shortly married after a brief courtship. Beatriz (this is what I named his mom to keep with the 'B' theme), worked in a factory where they painted figurines of Mammon and the gold paint she huffed developed into Imphysema over time. She stayed sickly throughout Blitz, Barbie, and Fizz's childhood while Buckzo took over the family carnival to help put food on the table. When Beatriz could no longer work, he put the kids to it. They were happy to help and work to get noticed by Mammon so they could rake in some dough to get better medical treatment for their mother, despite the Ringmaster being the very reason she was sick in the first place (capitalism, baby!).

Blitz, as in the canon...is not very funny. Despite having a range of acrobatic tricks and being able to think and react very quickly, he just never had a knack for nor got a grasp of how to hold people's interest and make them laugh. Is what it is. Fizz was always the star of their little sideshow attraction. Barbie came as a close second with her death-defying knife acts and torture plays. Blitz just never stood out as an entertainer as the maladjusted middle child. Over time, that became a resentment. Coupled with Buckzo's disregard for him as his son, Blitz started pushing the envelope with the acts he performed.

Finally, when he was sixteen, Blitz decided he was ready to run a giant obstacle course straight out of Hell. It went about as bad as you would expect. Fizz got the brunt of the damage when he pulled his surrogate brother out of the jaws of certain death. While he was still recovering from being scalded by holy water, Blitz was fired and kicked out of the only home he'd ever known by his father. Barbie and Beatriz kept in touch, despite Buckzo's "banning" it, but Blitz spent the remainder of his teenage years on the streets of Hell, urban foraging and doing odd jobs to save up for a place away from Greed and the posters of Fizz's face as his fame grew.

I didn't really want to change much about Blitz's clothing choices since it makes sense for him to want to look professional, but also be comfortable while slicing throats and blowing people up. Also, blue and gold comes from him being from Greed and Asmo being his company's sponsor. Took away the boots and gave him proper hooves, though. Now, I didn't base the imps' lower halves on any specific ungulates, but Blitz's top half is defs based on an iguana. I want them to be more reptilian since Wrath is pretty desert-oriented and Satan is lizard-like herself. I could probs get away with making his tail a little shorter, but I'm happy with how his horns and spines turned out. He smokes this shitty brand of cigs called Blak'N'Bluz. They aren't called that because of the black filter and blue of the Hellfire they burn on, though. It's said they actually make one's lungs black and blue with one drag because they're so caustic. They're the easiest to steal as a result and the one Blitz started with so he always comes back to them.

I wanted him and Barbie to look more twin-like and I really don't care for OG Blitz's horns. As far as the pendant he's wearing goes, it never made sense to me that his mom only left him something and never left anything for her other kids (which could not be the case but we just don't know because...well, we're never given this info). Blitz and Barbie split their mother's necklace down the middle and each of them wears a piece of it. No idea what to give Fizz from her yet.

I changed Blitz's facial scars and I'll tell you why. Forget who pointed it out in the critical tag, but the type of face scar OG Blitz has would likely leave him blind, with low vision, or with no eyelid in the eye covered in that scar tissue. No matter how you slice it, his sight would be compromised. Given that I gave that particular trait to Loona and Vaggie also has an eye patch, I decided to vary him up. He's still disabled though. As another person pointed out on a totally unrelated to HB/HH post, burn scars can impact everything from self-esteem to physical movement depending on what caused them and how they heal. Due to the majority of Blitz's scarring being on his right and back, his tail and right side usually suffer some debilitating pain flares when he overworks himself. Also, migraines and trouble extending his limbs fully. Basically, he carries a bottle of percocet around (it's like demon ibuprophen; it's fine). His pain is part of why Blitz is such a cussy grump. Hard to be pleasant when you're poor, traumatized, AND hurting all the time.

I.M.P. is still a thing in this rewrite (still debating the name), but Blitz got the idea for it when he was dating Verosika (yup, that's still a thing too). She's the one who got him an in with her boss, Asmodeus. So, he has access to Asmodean crystals since the Ringmaster also liked the idea for snatching extra wicked souls early (they're a power source and, therefore, far more valuable then someone committing tax fraud or whatever) They parted on okay terms, but Blitz adopted Loona shortly after entering his 30s. Kid's gotta eat, so he expanded the business from an imp with a knife to two imps with a van full of guns. Hiring on Moxxie from his old stomping grounds of Greed, they were able to take on more clients. That led to meeting and hiring Millie. Loona comes on hunts now that she's old enough too and they all have a blast. The rest, they say, is history.

The other side of his face for ref:

Gave him a tear-shaped scar because why not? Also a horntip cap. That one is damaged and his trying to keep it from getting worse and breaking the whole tip off.

#jack is wording again #helluva redesign #hazbin redesign #blitz wire #charlie morningstar #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical

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Soo, A few more characters description questions

In midnight what do Scott and Jimmy look like (like what do they normally wear)

And. What do the watcher gods look like or are they just kinda shadowy thjngs?

Also, could you give some character descriptions of Joe, lizzy, bdubs, doc and cleo, if you don't mind. And heights of the characters?

*I know I'm probably forgetting g someone and I need to reread midnight but I've been super busy

Hmmmmmmm this is a long post so I'll put it below the cut <3

Jimmy is "from a farm in Tumble Town" (supposedly) so likes to dress the part... though he does it, uh. Badly. Think button up, bluejean jacket and bluejeans that clash horribly, brown cowboy boots with the stirrups removed, a ten gallon hat that Scott is constantly hiding so he won't wear it in front of people, a red handkershief around his throat- he's an absolute mess, not a shred of fashion sense to him. Scott, on the other hand, is absolutely fabulous. He wears colorful clothes, semi-formal style. Think suit without the jacket in shades of purple, and black dress shoes that are always shined to perfection. He also has his pale blue hair (ofc, he's Scott Smajor <3) and heterochromia, with an amber eye and a blue eye. They have matching wedding rings, gold <3 Jimmy is, of course, short as most Avians are- he's a few inches taller than Grian, at least. Meanwhile, Scott is around the same height as Scar, maybe just slightly shorter than him.

Watcher gods are.... in a way they're shapeshifters. We haven't seen their true forms but we will one day, but there's a reason in Grian's POV I describe him as "feeling like his skin is turning to molten glass." Watcher gods typically wear purple cloaks that completely hide their features, and will often hide in a humanoid facade (just as Grian is doing now), but their true forms are... unfathomable. I actually described one in Midnight Alley as;

" He doesn’t really know what he’s seeing. It’s unexplainable- incomprehensible, even. It’s not human though it wears long, flowing robes, and its four, six, nine wings are made of feathers that are both fire and ice, sharp yet flickering. They drip like liquid- like ichor- and are black and white and gold and violet all at once yet not at all. Crowns, many crowns, dance around and eyes- eyes, so many eyes- stare back at him, so many eyes he can’t figure out where the eyes end and the being begins.

It has two, four, seven arms yet none, shifting and malleable as it moves closer. It reaches out a hand, slowly- a hand that melts into a human-like shape, like spun glass and flowing magma. "

Joe... how to even describe Joe. He's Joe. I mean- like. Yeah. Joe is Joe. I don't even know how to describe him. He's the most human human to have ever human'd while somehow being so completely not human. Like. He's just a Dude™ but like. To the left. He's pretty average height, a bit shorter than Scar I'd think- so about Scott's height.

Lizzie has a few different forms, as a shapeshifter, but her human form is just... Lizzie. She has pink hair and more often than not her ears are cat ears, hidden under her hair. She likes to experiment with her style, though she likes Cute styles. As a humanoid-cat she's a pink, black and white calico! Of course she's also a pink, black and white calico in straight-up cat form but still. She's also pretty short, being a cat shapeshifter, somewhere between Jimmy and Scott's height. Bonus Joel, Lizzie's changeling husband. He's tall. Like not quite Mumbo tall but pretty close. He's a button-up and dress pants type man, wanting to look good for his wife and all that. He sometimes has a beard, sometimes he shaves it off.

BDubs is, again... he's BDubs. His style changes day to day, shifting between traditional Elven and traditional Vampire and then sometimes he's a T-shirt and jeans type of guy, but he always- ALWAYS, no exceptions- has his moss-woven cloak. Oh! He also has semi-long hair, nowhere near as long as Scar's but definitely around his shoulders, but even so he generally keeps his hood up when not at home. He's short, which is EXTREMELY abnormal for an Elf. No one knows what happened (that's a lie, I know and Belle knows if they remember). BDubs is just as short as Grian, if not an inch or two shorter.

Doc is Doc! He's a creeper hybrid (I may also allow him to be a goat hybrid as well, so maybe a creeper-goat hybrid) with prosthetics. While he was in his coven he was forced to dress in traditional Vampire clothes- like basically mourning suit, pretty much. Once he's out of there and recovering (in Xisuma's Coven, btw) and finding his own style again, he experiments but is almost always found with an open lab coat. Because I love him for that. He's around the same height as Scott, I believe.

Cleo... Cleo my queen... she's a Zombie hybrid Vampire so she has her classic green skin and red eyes, with fiery red hair that may or may not change into snakes when her Vampire magic starts to take over and changes her into her less human, more monstrous form :) But they definitely have a super classy classic Vampire style; beautiful, stunning gowns (some ripped almost to shreds in very aesthetically pleasing locations, some sleek, all beautiful) and stunning, absolutely gender-envy-inducing suits.... I am love they. Also, they are tall. Like. I mean tall. They're taller than Mumbo, in fact. Not by much, mind you, she's maybe got two inches at best on him but by god I fucking love tall Cleo and y'all can pry them from my cold fingers <3

That is perfectly understandable, hope you get through everything you need to do!! <3

#ask #Midnight Series #hermitshipping #should I tag trafficshipping too since treebark joelzie and flower husbands is mentioned?#mmm #I hope this answers to your satisfaction #I like to leave things to the imagination and give people creative freedom but since you asked <3 #this is how I imagine them myself #Jimmy is not allowed to have any swag that is a swagless man there #he can have a little godhood as a treat but I draw the line at a fashion sense #MidnightLore

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summercreolefanfictioner · 1 year

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final part of @secretarykang's ask since gil already has drunk hcs

gilbert feinze fashion headcanons

this man is a walking fashion icon tho like srsly he looks like someone who poses for the chanel magazine

gil actually knows what style fits him and the colors that would suit him so his servants are adamant on ensuring his wardrobe is top notch as possible

in fact, there's a time when gil punished some of them for handing him clothes that are too itchy he had to struggle during meetings with other clans (he just didn't feed them blood for like uhh one week which is torture in itself)

his color palette revolves on autumn browns and nudes? he's basically like a walking maple leaf at this point

he recently found out black items don't suit him as much as people make it out to be tho he wears black mostly when he is going to war conferences

most of gil's clothes in the demon world have victorian-esque with dark academia touch to it since he's the head of the feinze clan and he has to look like royalty so he assumes the post

he's more on long coats, white dress shirts with long sleeves, dark trousers, brown boots, and ofc attention to detail like silver link cuffs and piercings (yes he never forgets his piercings)

another item that he never lives without is his wedding ring since it's the only thing he got from giselle

also carries around a golden pocket watch that he exclusively got from karlheinz (so he would know if he reversed time and did some sht he needed to cover up)

tbh gil thought of doing like a tongue and nose piercing but he just went "I don't want them anymore" bcos he found out that he would experience talking like a baby and looking like a cow

btw he owns a lot of ruby jewelry bcos they remind him of blood (after all he stopped drinking blood ever since giselle died)

when he lived in paris, he would opt for trench coats and suits that would emphasize his frame (and he realized girls really dig him in suits bcos he be walking on the streets and they just come to him bcos he looks so good)

but when he resided in japan, he believed in kimono supremacy

like what suit? he'd rather wear kimonos since they're more comfy and the sleeves are loose and he can move and about

and yes, the color palettes would vary... kinda leaning more on the warm orange and red tones. but tbh gil had a hard time looking for the perfect kimonos and yukatas that would fit him

that was until he found out abt this manga called xxxHOLIC and he got all his kimono inspirations from watanuki kimihiro (aka main character of said manga)

one might think he's a cosplaying adult especially when he walks around in kaminashi 😭😭😭

for his footwear, he owns a lot of shoes (like he doesn't only settle for the classics) but one thing he doesn't wear that much are sneakers??? and it has something to do with his adult image like basically this guy makes sure he looks adult

even said one time, "at least I don't go to Ryoutei and pretend like I'm some kind of teenage transfer student" isthisshinandcarla

he mostly wears derby and oxford dress shoes since they are easier to pair with most of his suits. but when he's wearing a kiono, he would either go for a simple geta pair or his classic black brogue boots

ofc gil is not complete without perfumes bcos this guy owns a lot since he has lived for a long time. while there are tons of perfumes that's been out in the market, he always deviates towards chanel no 5 (aka one of the most hated perfumes by many)

and yes, he knew what the original chanel no 5 smelled like, hence he found the newer ones so different than what it smelled before

it's actually frustrating how gil can pull off this perfume and smell good even tho many people say it smells like an old grandma soap

he even bought the accompanying soap and lotion like anything chanel no 5 he has (even the giant bottle)

one time devyn passed by his office and she told him he really smelled so good like wood and tea and clean soap and when she asked his perfume, gil casually pulled out the bottle much to her own horror

"Are you kidding me? That famous Chanel no. 5 is your perfume?"

"I'm not. Why are you making a face like that?"

fun fact: chanel no 5 is also giselle's perfume

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