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justporo · 7 months

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The moon and the stars

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 2

Author's Note: In which Tav and Astarion continue preparing for the ball - and it almost broke me to describe their clothing (this fic really makes me break out a dictionary way too often...)

Song: Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav Rating: Explicit Warnings: none

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When you finally left the bathroom, you felt indeed pleasantly relaxed – physically and mentally. Astarion had made you put on a fancy silken robe he had gotten for you as a gift. The smooth fabric felt pleasantly cool on your skin and you couldn’t stop looking at the wonderful floral pattern it had and its deep red colour. Astarion, in the meantime, had slipped into a similar robe made of satin that was obviously the match for yours in pattern and colour.

“Come with me, my love, I have something else for you”, Astarion said with a promising smile and led you to your joint bedroom. Surely, there he had already placed a bottle of wine and two goblets for you on a sidetable next to the chaise longue you had also placed in this room. “You really got to stop showering me with gifts, Astarion, I can’t keep up with you”, you laughed when you saw the dress laid out on the bed. Next to it was a doublet, shirt, vest and pants.

“Firstly: no, I don’t! Secondly, you don’t have to! And thirdly, it was a gift for myself as much as for you, my love”, Astarion responded and went over to the small table to pour you some wine.

“You really thoroughly prepared all this, didn’t you?”, you asked as you walked closer to the bed to take a closer look at the dress laying there. You were intimidated by the thought of wearing something so unusual for you – but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you also felt pretty excited. Wasn’t this what so many girls and women dreamt of? Being a princess, at least one time in your life, dancing with your partner in a castle? In your case with your regal prince?

Just that your prince happened to be a very sassy vampire; but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You giggled at the thought which caught Astarion’s attention. “What’s there to giggle, my love?”, he asked looking at you with suspicion as he came over to you and offered you the goblet with wine. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how you’d make a terrible prince on a white horse.” Astarion looked confused for a second, then snorted: “Yeah well, for that sort of thing you should have chosen Wyll, my sweet.” He took a swig of wine and so did you.

“Nah”, you replied after that and made a face. “I love my snarky little vampire way too much for that.” You smiled at him and gave him a kiss.

“I don’t know where the ‘little’ comes from, but anyways. I love you too, my sweet princess, now go look at the dress I brought you or I’ll take it back”, Astarion teased after the kiss and motioned towards the bed with his head.

So, you finally strode over and took in the garment: It was a striking deep blue that became lighter and a wonderful shade of purple up to lavender further down the skirt – impressively similar to the colours the sky turned when the sun set. It had a high collar that didn’t fully close around the neck in the front, so it allowed for a deep neckline that almost looked like a four-pointed star and long flowy sleeves that from the elbows down became cascading trains of fabric. The bodice was decorated with embroidered bigger four-point stars and smaller sparkles in silver and a few shiny stones. From the slender belt around the waistline down it became a luscious silken skirt that was carefully draped with few more star decorations that became fewer the more the colours lightened.

It was quite frankly stunning. Regal and elegant, but not overly flamboyant which would have been something you would have never felt comfortable to wear. And the most important thing: no corset. You wouldn’t have believed it, but you were actually excited to put this garment on.

You turned to Astarion with a huge grin who carefully expected your reaction. “You delivered on your promise to not make me wear a corset”, you cheerfully exclaimed. “And?”, drawled Astarion raising his eyebrows and lowering his gaze at you expectantly. Shortly, you considered making a joke, but you saw how genuinely excited Astarion looked so you went with the truth: “It’s incredibly beautiful and I am indeed pretty excited to put it on and see what it looks like on me.” To that Astarion’s eyes started shining with joy and love. “Neither can I, beautiful”, he cooed and pulled you in with one arm to nuzzle his nose against your cheek.

“Did you do the embroidery yourself?”, you asked while you wrapped your arm not occupied with wine around his waist and kept looking at the dress. “Well, of course”, the vampire replied. You could feel his chest rise with pride – and rightfully so.

“Let me take a look at your outfit before I get dressed”, you said after a while and took a sip of wine. You untangled yourself from Astarion and stepped closer to the bed again to where his clothes were laying next to yours.

Quite obviously his shirt, vest, doublet and pants were made to match your dress – or maybe it had rather been the other way around. The shirt was simple: white, with a high collar and some lace details at the hems. The pants already were more intricate: black leather that at first looked quite plain but patterns of swirls and undulations were pressed into it all over. The vest was very similar to your bodice, also with a high neck but the shade was an even darker blue and it closed at the front with intricate silver clasps all over the chest. Of course, it had some embroidery as well.

But the doublet was the centre piece of it all: You could see that the satin cloth – being the same shade of blue as the vest - had the same swirls as a pattern as the pants but it only became visible in the right angle of light. The front was intricately embroidered with silver stars. Smaller stars formed bigger stars and those an even bigger symmetrical pattern. Smaller parts of embroidery were placed on the sleeves and the hems. The button border was completely worked in silver thread, every silver button had a star on it and was closed with silver cord.

You were in awe. You were pretty sure you had never seen a finer piece of clothing. And knowing that Astarion had done the embroidery work himself – your jaw dropped. “You’ve outdone yourself”, you whispered, still awestruck.

“Ah well, I mean, I only picked out the pieces and did the embroi-“ “Shut up and take the compliment, Astarion, humbleness doesn’t become you”, you immediately stopped him with a raised finger and looked at him. He closed his opened mouth and shrugged: “I mean, we are going to look gorgeous.” “Better! Now then – time to dress?” You looked at Astarion who only grinned at you and nodded.

You put down your remaining wine and carefully lifted up the dress while Astarion sat or rather laid down on the chaise longue. Leaning back on one of his arms, his robe opened up and you could see his bare chest beneath. When you looked at him quizzically, he said: “Don’t mind me, my love, I just wanted to get comfortable to enjoy the show.” He grinned at you lewdly and you immediately felt some of the heat from earlier come back.

You decided to just get going. You looked at the dress in your hands for a few more moments and then put it back down to free your hands when you saw that there had been something else laying under it.

Obviously, Astarion had picked out some lacey underwear to go with the dress. It was intricately worked, the same shade of blue as the dress – also an awful lot of nothing. You blushed and threw Astarion a glance whose grin only had become naughtier at you making the discovery.

“This looks more complicated to put on than the dress to be honest”, you whispered a bit coyly suddenly – almost more to yourself than to him. “You don’t have to, my sweet, call it merely a suggestion if you would”, Astarion said and got up to stand behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and leaned down to whisper to you: “If you don’t feel comfortable with it, that’s absolutely fine.” He pressed a soft kiss to your pointy ear. “No, I want to”, you immediately exclaimed.

“Good, because I’d love to tear it off you with my teeth later”, Astarion responded with a husky whisper and a tone that dripped with sinful promise like molten chocolate. He pressed another kiss to your cheek and went back to nonchalantly lounge on the chaise longue while you felt your blush grow and your eyes widen.

“One of these days you’re going to kill me saying stuff like this”, you breathed out. The vampire chuckled: “Only by saying? My love, I haven’t even started the doing.” By all the Gods – you had to turn away from him as he kept laughing and sipping his wine.

You carefully put on the lingerie while you were painfully aware of Astarion’s gaze burning into your back. But you didn’t turn around again – firstly, because you wouldn’t give him that present yet. And secondly, because you were scared the evening would be over way too quickly if you did.

Then you put on the dress. It had a long row of buttons down the back, so Astarion had to come over again to help you. And he did so by giving your neck a kiss for every button his fingers closed.

When he was done – the last button had earned you several kisses – he stepped back. “Turn around for me, darling?”, he asked almost shyly. You did, slowly while you looked down at yourself and could already feel yourself getting giddy.

“How do I look, my love?”, you asked coyly and softly swayed from side to side while gazing at Astarion through your lashes.

The vampire was speechless, his face was basically in shock as his eyes wandered up and down over your body. And then up again. And then down again!

“Like a goddess, my heart, like a vision”, he finally said while still unable to rip his ruby eyes off you. “Give me a twirl, my love”, he then exclaimed and clapped his hands. You happily fulfilled his wish. In fact, you did one or two bonus rounds and kept laughing the whole time. You could feel the skirt fly around you. “On this exception I would have loved a mirror to take a quick peek at how I look”, you said as you stopped turning, your cheeks flushed.

The vampire softly grabbed your hands: “Oh, way ahead of you, Tav.” He made you turn to the far corner of your bedroom where you saw what must’ve been the big heavy package, he had brought home yesterday with all the other stuff.

“You bought a mirror?”, you asked and furrowed your brows. “I thought we did agree on no mirrors in our house.” “Surely, my sweet, and I appreciate the notion, but… I wanted you to be able to look at yourself!”, Astarion replied and strode over to the floor-length mirror he had thus far kept covered with a sheet.

“Voilà!”, he exclaimed as he dragged off the cloth and revealed your reflection in the mirror as he stood beside it. You were stunned as you looked at yourself.

Thankfully, you still recognised yourself. It was still you. But you looked regal and elegant. Unconsciously you straightened your back and lifted your chin up a little which made Astarion grin – he knew exactly that he’d done an incredible job.

You lifted your arms, watched as the trains of cloth flowed down beneath your elbows, you watched the skirts move swiftly as you turned. Safe to say you had probably never felt this beautiful in your life. Astarion beamed at you. “Come over here, sweetheart, take a closer look”, he encouraged you. Then he quickly leaned over the rim of the mirror. “Ah, sadly still nothing”, he quipped and then went off as you stepped closer and admired the details of the dress.

“I still feel bad about having a mirror now”, you shouted back at Astarion while you leaned to your reflection to admire the craftsmanship of the embroidery. “Oh, don’t be, love. I’m used to it by now and you’re only going to make me sappy”, he answered from somewhere from the other corner of the room.

You kept looking at yourself, not fully believing that this was really happening, when suddenly something was dangling in front of your face.

Astarion had snuck up on you – and of course – there had been no reflection in the mirror to spot his arrival. Now, a piece of jewellery was lowered onto you slowly.

“Really? Another gift, Astarion?”, you asked mockingly in anger. “Hush, this is the last one, now look!”, he scolded you as he closed the clasp at the back of your neck. Then he let his hands softly rest on your shoulders.

It was a necklace with a round and beautiful moonstone set in gold, though the colour of the stone matched nicely with the decorum on your dress. It sparkled softly in different colours where it perfectly sat at the dip of your collar bone – and a perfect centre piece for your neckline. You reached at it with your fingertips. It wasn’t even incredibly excessive or flamboyant, just very delicately beautiful. And you immediately knew you would wear it every day.

“You’ve become my sun, Tav”, Astarion spoke solemnly. Surprised by his sudden mood change you threw a quick glance over your shoulder. The vampire looked longingly at your mirror image. His red eyes were glistening with warmth and almost seemed like they were tearing up. He didn’t stop looking at you in the mirror.

“And then… you gave up the sun for me and became my moon as well. The light of my life.” His eyes lit up even more saying that. “If I only can make up for that a tiny bit by showering you with gifts, adoring and loving you every day of my immortal life and keeping you safe and happy, then I’ll happily provide you with that as long as I am able to.” His voice almost broke but his eyes were incredibly bright.

Your eyes welled up. You turned around and grabbed his hands off your shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes. “It’s not all me though. You changed my life, taught me that I was worth more”, you spoke, your voice barely coming out as more than a whisper. You pulled his hands to your chest as he leaned his forehead softly onto yours. You felt the tears coming and saw that his eyes were almost running over as well: “You’re the one that’s guiding me. You’re my stars, Astarion, my whole firmament!”

Tags: @aurasyn @margoteve @usuallyunlikelyfox @hollowmasque @worryknotdear

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #a night of fake smiles and hidden lies #tav

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inndelibles · 2 months

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Fem OLBA leads have infiltrated my mind. They are too powerful and beautiful I think I would actually perish if they were real. I may have to draw them.

Derek: cropped short-sleeve hoodie over a tank top, joggers, high pony tail, still buff because buff women are everything, no makeup except maybe occasional mascara or natural eyeliner, definitely has freckles (have not been able to get this out of my head since @differenteagletragedy posted about it). Her abs are perfect for smushing your face into when cuddling.

Cove: long wavy hair, loose tank top with sports bra showing underneath OR an unbuttoned shirt over a tank top, denim shorts, would definitely wear a sporty one-piece swimsuit, absolutely no makeup bc she doesn't like the feeling (but if you insisted on practicing on her she would let you bc she loves you). Braids her hair when it's in the way.

Baxter: hair is shoulder length MAX, probably closer to a bob most of the time, also has that Korean style wispy bangs or curtain bangs, would still wear the purple suit but with high-waisted pants, black heels, definitely wears makeup everyday. Also would definitely sit on a beach lounge chair in a black bikini with a loose white button up like from step 3.

#our life beginnings and always #derek suarez #cove holden #baxter ward #olba derek #olba cove #olba baxter

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telekinetictrait · 8 months

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"There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor." (A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens, 1847)

surprise!!! here's some boys for y'all!

fashion just... didn't change as much or as drastically for men as it did for women. there's a few reasons for this, like the association of fashion with women, that fashion was one of few accepted ways of women's expression, that the way men were dressed was under less of a microscope... etc. etc. also, a lot of top hats were worn pretty much through the century, but i kept on forgetting them :(

1800s directory

cc links under the cut!

see my resources page for genetics

aleksander and anatoly : peebsplays' unrequited hair + regency activist outfit / historicalsimslife's regency suit + standhardheld's made for walkin' boots

barthélémy and burton : thesimsblues' brutus hair + get famous outfit / vampires outfit + standardheld's made for walkin' boots

cecil and ciprian : cliffirem's gavin hair + niksims vampireprincess sideburns recolor + peebsplays' collins regency set + standardheld's made for walkin' boots / happylifesims' vincent fashion set + suit

dalton and dylan : johnnysimmer's chris hair + niksims vampireprincess sideburns recolor + joliebean's viago outfit + vampires boots / happylifesims' 1830s greatcoat

edwin and elmer : johnnysimmer's vevesims' elias hair update + peebsplays' baby chops + historicalsimslife's authoritative aristocrat suit + mmoutfitters' fancy feet shoe recolor / happylifesims' 1840s suspenders outfit + horse ranch gloves + base game boots

ferdinand and frazier : plumbobteasociety's elm hair + simmerofthedawn's top hat evening recolor + peebsplays' albert facial hair + batsfromwesteros's victorian daywear with jacket (royalthornolia chronicles purple patterned recolor) + vampires boots / simmerofthedawn's top hat day recolor + theroyalthornoliachronicles' night at the opera set

gavril and godefrid : peebsplays' bertram facial hair + pandorasimbox's azariah sacksuit + base game boots / ameyasims' invested vest + pants recolor

harlan and hershel : igorstory's franz facial hair + batsfromwesteros' franz joseph hunting hat + lady-moriel's bureaucrat set + plumbobteasociety's foxtrot shoes / simmerofthedawn's top hat day recolor + linzlu's timely overcoat + ameyasims' invested pants recolor

idris and ira : kocatmeow's daryl hair + igorstory's franz facial hair + sylvanes' mysterious lord coat (tsr download) + plumbobteasociety's foxtrot shoes / chere-indolente's vanzetti's chore coat + ameyasims' invested pants recolor

jerome and judah : johnnysimmer's vevesims' luciano hair update + igorstory's brute facial hair + simmerofthedawn's top hat day recolor + lollaleeloo's victorian suit (tsr download) + plumbobteasociety's foxtrot shoes / simmerofthedawn's top hat evening recolor + vintagesimstress' 1896 cutaway frock suit + mmoutfitters' fancy feet shoe recolor

thank you to @peebsplays @historicalsimslife @thesimsblues @cliffirem @lost-my-plumbbob-in-your-pond @happylifesimsreblogs @johnnysimmer @joliebean @mmoutfitters @plumbobteasociety @simmerofthedawn @batsfromwesteros @theroyalthornoliachronicles @pandorasimbox @ameyasims @igorstory @lady-moriel @linzlu @lunenore @chere-indolente @lollaleeloosstuff @vintagesimstress

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97keanu · 7 months

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Ted Logan x Historic!Reader

Premise: Reader and Ted have been dating for a short while, but had met on one of Bill and Ted's many time adventures. Reader is from the past, and is going to her first Halloween party in 1992. Reader who was stuck with the expectations of women in the past who finally feels free to do as she pleases. Reader experiences 90s twenty-something culture to it's fullest with her wonderful boyfriend.

Tags/CW: Fluff, autumnal/halloween themed, boyfriend!ted, stoner!Ted + Bill, reader gets high but is a lightweight, drinking/drug mentions, anxious!reader, shy!reader, soft!ted, ted reassures reader and is the sweetest boyfriend, dancing the night away, ted tells you he loves you, ted who loves PDA.

Authors Note: tiny text just to save room, rest of post is normal. This one has surprisingly no smut, so if you've been wanting to read a cute, fluffy fic, this one is for you! I kept which part of the past reader is from vague so that you may fill that in as you like! ʚ♥︎ɞ

The house is already lit up, the sounds of heavy metal blasting through the open windows, while the rustling of leaves crunch around your red heels. You look over to your boyfriend Ted with a bit of worry, trying to gauge his reaction. You haven't lived in San Dimas long, in fact, you haven't lived in 1992 for that long either. You still can't believe this loveable goof had dazzled you into his phone booth, taking you from the past and so far into the future. There are times where you wonder if it was the right move, but Ted has always assured you that he would take you right back home if you ever said the word.

And here you are, dressed as what Ted described as a "cartoon" character (which you're sort of becoming familiar with since he and Bill insist on their "Saturday morning cartoons") who supposedly solves mysteries of some sort. You think Ted looks pretty normal tonight, his shirt a particular shade a green and his pants a reddish brown. He completes the look with joint he has stashed behind his ear for later.

You pull your attention back to the big house, it seems almost abandoned, or at least well partied. Tonight, the barren trees outside sport toilet paper waving in the wind, and the orange glow from inside occasionally flashes to green or purple. The thump of Motley Crüe can be heard as you two walk up, and other twenty-somethings adorn the rickety porch their own costumes. Ted laughs as he greets someone dressed as Freddy Krueger (he made sure to get you up to date on your horror movies this month) with a chest bump before glancing down at you. He sees your worried expression and reaches to hold your hand.

"Don't worry babe, everyone's going to like, totally love you!" He smiles that earnest, puppy dog smile of his, and you feel some of the worry subside. You hold onto his hand as you enter the loud, crowded house.

Vince Neil is just finishing his last 'Shout at The Devil' as you squeeze between two Ghostbusters to keep up with Ted. Everything here is so new and strange to you, you hardly understand half of the costumes, even with Bill and Ted spending extra time to keep you culturally in touch with the early 90s. The glow of the kitchen beckons Ted, and you follow.

Inside you see Bill, dressed up as in a giant brown dog suit. Ted sees him and immediately throws his arms open into a happy hug.

"Scoob!!" He yells to Bill, pretending to be in character for the moment. Bill responds with a 'Raggy!' and the two embrace with a smile.

When the two part, Bill looks over your costume approvingly.

"You make an awesome Velma!" He exclaims and throws up a hand to high five. You do so, getting better at the timing these little rituals require. You glance down at your orange sweater and short red skirt, feeling happy that you've overcome your first Halloween hurdle.

Bill and Ted begin talking, and you listen in. You've always been shy, even in your own timeline you were praised for being such a quiet and obedient child. Now, you feel happy to be around such a ray of sunshine like Ted, and he is always ready to oblige your want to listen more than talk when it comes to the social situations. He makes sure to check in, even without saying, like now, when he wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you closer with a quick kiss to the top of your head. He's never shy to give you PDA, and anyone who would feel bold enough to say something about it would be met with a happy indifference by Ted.

Eventually Bill pulls Ted, who in turn pulls you, towards the semi crowded living room. A couple is just getting up, the woman dragging her man longingly to the bathroom, so Bill let's you and Ted take their seat, Bill props himself happily up on the couches arm rest. The room is filled with smoke and laughter, and Ted gives your hand a warm squeeze and a look to make sure you're doing alright. You nod.

Even though the youth culture is so seemingly bizarre on the outside in this time, you know it's not all that much different from what you and your friends did back at home. People laugh into bottles of beer around you, and you remember the taste of the bitter liquid from your time as well. Ted pulls the joint from his ear at Bill's request, and Bill offers a helpful lighter from his jeans. They both take turns inhaling what the joint has to offer, holding it in their lungs, and releasing it to the orange streaked sky. The smoke swirls in the lights and the colors stream through it like hands through hair.

Ted passes it towards you. You pause for a moment. This substance is newer to you, but you've experimented with it with Ted before. Usually you would have a puff or two in the night, especially when Ted had gotten the next day off work from the Cheesy Pretzel. You were surprised to find you actually really enjoyed the feeling of 'being high' as Ted called it. And he was right to call it that, you quickly found.

You take the joint from Ted, giving a small puff, and trying to hold it like them, but ending up in a small coughing fit. Ted laughs a little at your lightweightness and rubs your back gently and kindly. You smile back at him when you've finally recovered, happy to be leading this young, strange, life. You pass the joint back to Bill and lean into the warmth of Ted's body.

You glance at the tiny TV before the couch, feeling your mind slowly getting more relaxed and thoughts slipping away one by one. The TV glows with the image of Laurie Strode having her own smoke session with in her friends car and you feel more connected to this time. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Even though sometimes you wonder if it was worth it to leave your whole life behind, moments like these, enclosed in your boyfriends arms, listening to his soft and happy chatter with friends, enjoying new and exciting life experiences, washed away any doubt. You can't believe how far you've come, how much expectations of your life you've lost. The hedonist in you is pleased, certainly.

You continue to quietly watch party goers until one of Ted's favorite songs comes on. He looks to you, his usual goofy smile appearing.

"Can I have this dance, m'lady?" He says with a laugh, despite not knowing if that's from your time or not. You find his humor and effort endearing, returning his smile and taking his outstretched hand.

He pulls you up gently, and moves to where others are enjoying the makeshift dancefloor. Dancing in this time is so different for you, but you laugh and try to follow Ted's movements, jumping about with him. He teaches you how to head bang to the fast song, his long hair a flurry about his fast when he does it. You copy him the best you can, but what matters most is how alive you feel right now. Whatever shell you had crawled into and begun to live in from your time was slowly cracking here, and Ted was the perfect light shining through those cracks.

You two continue to dance along to metal and rock, and you feel lighter with each jump. Soon enough, Ted pulls you in by your hips and places his forehead to yours as another song ends. Someone has to flip the tape, so the sound of the rest of the party is a blur in both your ears. He holds you close, obviously a bit worn out, but happy to be having such fun with you. You lean into his and he tilts your chin up for a kiss from his soft lips. You love when he does this, you had never been kissed before you met Ted, but now you feel as if he breathes more life into you with each one.

Ted pulls away and gazes into your eyes with a softness about him. He mouthes that he loves you, but when you miss what he said, he kisses up your neck to your ear, telling you his love with each kiss. You blush hard as he does this, shivers across your skin. You feel goosebumps under your orange sweater and have to adjust your fake glasses when he's done. He is blushing just as much as you, and you are grateful to be here with him.

The night continues and ends with laughs and fun for you and Ted, and you slowly find yourself not needing to think about the past, or future. You're here, in the present, with someone who loves you. That's all that matters.

#ted logan x reader #ted logan x f!reader #ted theodore logan x reader #ted theodore logan #my writing #bill and ted #bill and teds bogus journey #bill and ted fanfic

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wolfoftheblackflames · 1 month

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Are ya misfits ready for more tasty goodness?! I sure am, so enjoy!

Dancing with the Devil: Pt. 3

It was later that day the two women were getting ready for their date, Razzle helped Charlie while Dazzle helped Vaggie. "You sure I look ok? Oh my gosh I'm so nervous..." Charlie gulped, trying to straighten her hair.

"Baaaap!" Razzle replied with a thumbs up, bringing some relief to Charlie's racing heart. How could she not be nervous? This was her first date in a while, and it's with the cutest, sweetest, most thoughtful woman in hell! Charlie swooned a little, wondering how Vaggie looked. The princess didn't have to wait long as she gulped nervously, knocking on the guestroom door.

"I'll be out in a bit!" Vaggie replied, though yelped as Dazzle tried to shoo out the angel. "Hey!"

"Baaap bap baap!" Dazzle replied in a more reassuring but scolding tone.

Charlie chuckled lightly, hearing the two bicker, however her eyes widened once the door opened. Holy shit, she was so beautiful. Charlie's throat felt dry as her heart just picked up the pace, threatening to burst right out. "W-wow..." Was all the princess could get out. Which she mentally kicked herself for.

Vaggie blinked, standing in a gorgeous black gown that had a night sky theme going on with its small gradient of purple mixed into it with her regular eyepatch on, plus a pair of beautiful deep purple heels that seem to sparkle. She blushed a bit since she had tied up her semi-long hair in a simple low ponytail. "Cat, got your tongue, princess?" She teased with a giggle.

"What n-no, I just didn't expect you to look so..." Charlie gulped as the next word left her lips with ease. "Beautiful." The princess looked away a little playing with some of her blonde hair.

Vaggie just blushed a bit harder. "You look nice too, hon.." She answered as she lightly moved back some of her greyish-white hair. She was thankful for the looking away since her cheeks were tinted a soft shade of gold right now. Charlie's outfit looked especially stunning as well, the way the off shoulder styled black and white blouse hugged her torso, the simple yet flattering black dress pants that compliment long legs and finally some adorable black dress shoes. She also noticed Charlie having an elegant braid instead of the usual dual hair ties, plus the cutest looking golden chain necklace. "Dios mío..." Vaggie whispered lightly, tugging at her own matching chain, but then she shook her head. "Shall we go?" She asked, making the blonde look back at her.

"Y-yes let's.." Charlie said a little too quickly as Razzle handed her a nice black suit jacket. "Thanks Razzle." She patted the goat body guard on his head.

"Baaap!" He replied, looking pleased.

Soon, the two headed to the limo with the goat bodyguards close behind, taking their place upfront. Charlie smiled and politely opened the door. "Your chariot awaits m'lady." She grinned trying to make Vaggie laugh. It worked as the smaller woman rolled her eye with a chuckle.

"Why, thank you." Vaggie humored her date and played along doing a small curtsy, which made both of them have a fit of giggles.

The limo ride felt long as Vaggie noticed Charlie fidgeting again. “Huh?” Worried ruby eyes met concerned ivory. “Sorry it's been awhile since I've seen the other royals..” The princess muttered a little uncomfortable.

Vaggie reached over and gently placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Don't be sorry. Though I am curious as to your outfit choice.” The angel asked, trying to change the subject since it bothered her hellborn best friend.

Charlie blinked a bit and smiled a little at the attempt. “Is it bad?” She asked, being a little shy. “No? Why would it be?” She heard Vaggie reply. Charlie chuckled softly and lightly took Vaggie's free hand into her own giving it a light squeeze. “Well I.. The nobles see Charlotte Morningstar the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar King of Hell and Lilith Morningstar the Queen of Hell. But to tell you the truth, it really feels suffocating to me to be referred to as such.” She started to ramble, her eyes falling to the floor of the limo.

Vaggie nodded, since the first few days she had been staying with Charlie, the princess was adamant on being called Charlie, and not her full name or title. And when she spoke about her parents, the demoness also seemed aloof when she spoke about them. “You do know I can just punch some asshole in the face for disrespecting you right? All you need to do is say the word.” She replied, earning a soft chuckle.

“Vaggie, you're really sweet, but even if you do, and fuck some of those jerks could use a good whack, it's not really worth it.”

“Te juro que eres demasiado agradable a veces…” (I swear you're too damn nice sometimes) Vaggie muttered, shaking her head. “You could use some of your authority to get people to listen to you?”

Charlie shook her head at that comment. “That's so mean though, besides I don't want people to see just the Princess of Hell part, I want them to see me, Charlie. A girl who cares about her subjects and wants to make life in Hell better.”

“Baaap!” Razzle spoke up signaling that they were here.

Charlie groaned softly but gulped since she was seeing some old friends, and one big jerk she never wanted to see again. Vaggie lightly took Charlie's hand again when the latter reluctantly released it. “We're on a date, remember?” She stated with a cheeky smirk which made Charlie's heart flutter as the two stepped out of the quiet limo and into the loud bustling ball grounds.

(Hope you enjoyed part 3, cause parts 4 and 5 are coming soon! Thanks for reading)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #cute as fuck #flustered charlie is fun #awkward vaggie is fun #dancing #starmoth #seviathan von eldritch

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 7 months

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One Night

One night with Elvis after the ‘68 come back in his dressing room.

Elvis Presley x reader smut.

Word count: 4k.

Warnings: Bratty reader. Choking on his massive dick. Manhandling, hickeys. Blow jobs. Talk of exhibitionism. Voyuerism. Daddy kink as always. Heavy petting. Cum eating. Groping. A little bit of degrading talk. Overstimulation. Making out. He’s uncut, in this.

A/n: The people in the Elvis discord made me do this. All because I asked if he was uncut and it spawned into the ‘68 comeback. Love you guys tho <3. Also there isn’t actual sex in this, just a bj!

You had to pull the skirt down on the little dress he bought you. Your attempts at being comfortable were failing. The damp spot between your thighs was miserable as you continued watching him on the broadcast monitor in a room full of his men. His grunts took your attention away from the people pushed around you. The low vibrato of his voice, that tone he sung in was the one he used to put you in your place. The warning he gave you before the show.

“You’re going to regret that nungen. If you’re gon’ act like a brat and not give your ol’ man a kiss, he’s gonna treat you like one.”

He was brutally beaten when you refused him of your luck. He had to get a kiss from you in order to have a good show. The first show he met you at and kissed you rewrote his entire chemistry.

Your reasoning for why you didn’t kiss him was simply because of a bet you had with Jerry. You loved Jerry. Ever since you and Elvis got serious, you and Jerry became close. He was always there, joking and talking about everything. Often you’d have little bets about nothing. However he noticed how clingy you and Elvis had gotten to each other. Couldn’t even talk to either of you without you being in Elvis’s lap or you kissing on Elvis’s neck. He made fun of Elvis for his artificial spots, calling him a leopard. It only made him want more. It’s made some of the guys in the Mafia a little uneasy with all the pda. He swears that the two of you would fuck in front of them given the opportunity. He’s trying to prevent it from happening-so he decided to bet on it, knowing how competitive you are. You fell in his trap.

In all honesty the bet wasn’t even worth it. The bet was you wouldn’t last longer without touching Elvis then Elvis could last without touching you.

So far it has been devastating because of how inexplicably handsome he’s looked. Suit after suit had you wetter than ever. It was heavenly purgatory. Witnessing him in tight leather, glossed in a sheen of sweat. You caught his scent when he passed you a few hours ago to change. He cut you a glare. Those hard blue eyes slanted. His jaw clenched, the sides of his face were taut. Sweat dripping down in streams along his face. His glare told you that you were in trouble and that sent a ruthless rhythm of throbbing to your pussy.

Sitting in the small stuffy room where men crowded you at the control room. You watched him, eyes glued to the television. Your breath bated as you watched him with a fluttering heart (and cunt.) He pushes the end of the guitar to the front of his lap, leaning his head back and pants. The width of his neck made your mouth water. You had to refrain yourself from marking his body up in hickeys. He loves your marks you leave, however his team doesn’t. You were a bit embarrassed when they came to you and asked you if you could maintain yourself until after the special. You couldn’t help yourself some days after he was done filming where you just needed him to fill you. Satiate you. He likes to say that he’s made you addicted to him. Made you greedy for him. The makeup women did their best to hide the purple splotches on his neck with the collar of his jacket and the red scarf. The ones by his jaw though were a different story.

Your eyes widen, mouth opening a little in shock, seeing him unravel. You’ve seen him like that before. The times where he came, he’d throw his head back. Groan your name as he’d hold your hips down and thrust into your sopping little snatch, hold you there. Force you to take all of him. But seeing him like this in front of a hundred people was different. Exotic. You knew it and maybe a couple other people would’ve made the assumption that he blew it in his tight leather pants. The difference was that you knew he did. You placed a hand over your mouth and smirked, attempting to hide amusement. Maybe the curse was right, maybe just maybe that you not kissing him made him finish. You knew as soon as he left the stage you were in trouble.

“There he goes again, thrustin’ against that damn guitar actin’ like it’s one of his little mamas!”

The loud crack of laughter boomed after the man’s quip. Your cheeks heated up as you blushed. All you could think about was how happy you were for not kissing him.

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As he sang memories that’s when the tension shifted. He finally had a grasp on himself, on the crowd. Sitting down on the stairs, between two women on his sides. Confused as to why one of them looked like your doppelgänger. Same hair, eyes and face. You wondered if he plucked her out of the crowd because she resembles you or if it was a coincidence.

The song continues and he looks at her under his lashes. Running his eyes over her form. Your stomach twisted as he lowers the microphone from his mouth, places his hand on her face and moves it to the back of her neck. His other hand cups her chin and tilts her face upwards to his. Looking at her once before leaning in, he presses his lips against hers. The crowd erupts, girls trying to beg for him to kiss them next. The men holding their women tighter. He sweeps his thumb over her jawbone as he deepens the kiss. It hits you in the chest, realizing he’s pulling out the same trick he pulled on you. You remember explicitly telling him that you loved when he held your head as he kissed you. But now he’s doing it to her. The room you were in was quiet, a few whispered as they knew that you and him were exclusive. Hell, the guy who you placed the bet with was there.

The cherry though, was when the camera showed his face and the back of the girl's head. His eyes were open, staring at the camera. Staring at you. The smug bastard winks, pulling back. He kisses her quickly one more time before he gets up with a smile. You realize that he’s now just playing your game and he wasn’t about to lose. Somehow, that just fuels your motivation.

Trouble, comes and goes as fast as it plays. Mostly due to you being hyper focused on how it’s going to play out in his dressing room, but nonetheless he was humble with his “thank you and goodnight.”

The stage lights turn off and your heart is hammering. Adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your breathing is heavy. You can’t see him anymore, but you know he’s moving. Moving to you. You’re curious to know what kind of mood he’s in. Mad? Maybe even a little condescending? Who knows, but the after party was going to be happening soon so he better get out of his funk. The men filtered out of the room, making their way out of the building to beat traffic. A few still lingered, making sure that the broadcast was steady. The betting man rested his hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“I think I might’ve won, don’t you think?”

You shook your head smiling back at him. The other men in the room absentmindedly eavesdropped on your conversation.

“No, sir. I think I might’ve just won it.”

He’s shocked, leaning back against the soundboard with his arms crossed.

“What gives you that impression? I’m sorry to break it to you but he literally made a mockery of you by kissing the nearest woman!”

“That’s the thing. I think he’s touch starved.”

The man chuckles.

“God, you two really are something else. Not even lasting a day without touching each other.”

He shakes his head, starting to make his way out of the room before stopping and leaning down to your ear.

“Remember to be quiet when you lose and admit who's really the eager one. I already know what you sound like back in Memphis.”

He squeezes your shoulders as he walks out, leaving you in a messy puddle.

It’s been an hour since the show had ended and the man of the era is nowhere to be seen. You’re touching up your eyeliner in his mirror. Not long ago, you made your way to his dressing room. It was a decent size, a closet full of his suits and other accessories, his scarfs and rings were in there. Did you get bored and raid the entire room? Maybe. A small fridge full of Pepsi and Colas was beside the vanity. The vanity stood in the middle of the room in front of the full length leather couch. You sat in his casting chair, his name printed on the back. You sipped on your Cola, lounging as you waited. Kicking your heels off and crossing your ankles as you put your feet on the table. Your dress bunched up around your hips, showing your pantyhose and garters. Not caring if someone saw, it’d be a blue moon if someone came in at this point.

Hairspray and makeup were scattered on the top of the table. His cologne was there too. It was similar to being edged. Everything that has encompassed him was there and made you high. The room smelled like him.

The bulbs lining the sides of the mirror were an off white yellow color, the only lights that lit the room were a few table lamps. It was easier on his eyes and helped his migraines, but the low lights made it all too seductive.

Reminded you of one of those men’s smoking lounges Elvis took you to. Where the men talked and smoked thick stogeys in low lit diners with neon signs. He wore those thick metal sunglasses that covered most of his face. Wearing all the jewelry he had, his rings on every finger, gold chains around his wrists. He looked like a pimp as he sucked on the cigar. One hand wrapped around the butt, the other stuck under the side of your skirt. His fingers tucked between your thighs, his pinky touching the outside of your vulva. He doesn’t pay attention to you but you’re looking at him obsessed. When you finally start squirming and becoming antsy to the point where his friends would notice, he craned his head down to your shoulder. His lips brushing against your ear.

“‘M gon’ fuck you as soon as you wiggle again,”

You feel his teeth on your ear as he smiles wide. His breath smelled rich from the cigar.

“Bend you over on this table in frona everyone and use your tight little snatch.”

Your body becomes rigid and your thighs tighten more around his hand. His rings dig between your legs. He can feel the side of his hand becoming damp from your arousal. You don't dare move. Your breathing slows, your eyes wide. Pleading with Jerry who sat across from you to do something. He doesn't, he taps the end of the smoke and takes a long draw. His eyes were half closed as he watched.

“Be smart of you to not move. But I know how you like to defy me.”

He moves his head away, inhaling the last bit of his cigar before putting it in a tray. He returns to his normal posture. Laughing and joking with the rest of the group as if his pinky didn't dig between the thin line of your drenched panties.

You knew that your actions had started to test his patience. You mainly did it as a joke, seeing how far you could go before he snapped. This only started a month ago. When you first started dating last summer you were his perfect little angel and now you've turned into a little banshee. Maybe him spoiling you was what did it, maybe him giving you his touch whenever you wanted it was what caused this switch in power. He's decided that once he is done toying with you then you'd be his good little girl again. After an hour or two he’ll come.

You take a long swig of your Cola. Before thinking of another memory. His hips between your legs dont allow your knees to touch, your legs are so high up around him they’re around his ribs. He likes watching your walls stretch around him. Revels in seeing his work. The white cream coating the head of his cock, it smears down his length when he pushes in. The times he mouths at your cunt, is few but godly. Every time he does he makes his tongue draw out his name. The v was always the most-

The door opens and your eyes shoot to it. Clutching the metal of the Cola closer. You don’t even pull down your skirt to hide your hosiery. That’s how much you wanted him, not even caring that he’s pissed at you. His scent becomes more prominent, making your pussy flutter.

He waves behind him and says that he’ll see them at the after party before walking in. His eyes catch your thighs, the little garter holding up your stockings immediately makes his blood rush. The disrespect of putting your feet onto furniture also makes his head pound with a migraine.

He takes a few steps to the mirror beside you and tries to take off one of the sleeves of his jacket. You set the Cola down on the vanity and sit straight up watching him.

“Why’d you kiss her?”

“Why didn’t you kiss me?”

His voice is raspy, and deep. He's going to be on vocal rest for a while after tonight. It’s quiet after the rapid fire of both questions. A momentary touché is shared.

“Did you want me to kiss you?”

He stops fidgeting with his jacket and leans on the vanity. His thick brows knit. You notice the eyeliner and mascara make the blue in his eyes more distinguished. He turns his body to you, looking you straight on.

“Did you want me to kiss you?”

He mocks your voice in a sarcastic high pitched tone. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Of course I want you to kiss me. I wouldn’t call you mine if I didn’t.”

He continues pulling on the leather but his skin is too sweltering for it to budge. Turning back around he continues to struggle. Watching his side profile you think of where the next hickey you're going to put on him will be.

“I will if you get me that pretty little Corvette I've been asking for.”

He groans, eyes rolling in the back of his head. His face turns to stone when he looks at you. Taking your face in the palm of his hand. His rings burns into your cheek. Squishing your cheeks together, making your lips pout. You look down at his wrist at the black cuff around it. He looks down at you, his mascara-covered lashes makeing his eyes darker.

“Im done with you bein’ a fuckin’ brat. Always askin’ for this and for that. I'm not a fool, I know when I'm bein used. Maybe it's ‘cuz you're young and you don’ know no better. I'm puttin’ a stop to it nungen. Teach you how to be my good little girl again.”

His eyes flick across your face trying to see any expression on your face. None. Just your big dumb eyes staring up at him and it hits his gut like a punch. All you were was a little girl needing guidance. His grip on your face loosens, and his tense frame eases up.

“Nod if you understand.”

You nod as best as you can, feeling guilty for causing him stress. He smirks slightly and pats the side of your face with his open palm.

“What d’ya say ‘bout helping me out of this?”

You smile, getting out of the chair and standing in front of him. Forgetting momentarily about the height difference you look up at him in a daze. He's so pretty like this. Hair is messy, tan skin damp, his sideburns, his eyes are smokey. You start giggling as you touch his chest. (Losing the bet with Jerry, but how can you deny yourself of him?) Trailing your hands down his chest to his abdomen. Unbuttoning the two buttons at his waist. You pull at the jacket but it's stuck on him like it shrunk. His eyebrows furrow but he smiles a little watching you laugh to yourself.

“What's so funny?”

You don't look at him, but at the small patch of hair on his chest as you continue to try to pull the jacket off.

“I'll only help you if you get me the Corvette.”

He groans loudly, the back of his head hitting the mirror with a soft thud.

“You're a piece of work little mama.”

“I know I am, that's the reason you love me.”

You smile in relief as the jacket finally gives and more of his skin is shown. There's a sheen of sweat coating the black leather. He nearly moans as the warm air hits him. He’s shirtless under the leather. You wonder if he’s also wearing nothing under his pants. You smile at your thoughts and your handiness.

It’s quiet for a few minutes just a shared acknowledgement between the both of you. His tan hairy chest is in front of you, his jacket is now over the back of the casting chair. The cuffs around his wrists somehow draw more attention to his arms. The thick veins webbing from his fingers up to his shoulders. The curve of the muscles in his arms is utter eye candy.

His lips turn up into a smug grin. He knows the effect he has on women, you’re nothing different in that aspect. However, your ordinance just draws him into you more. He doesn’t have to deal with the drama of the press because they don’t know you like he does. All you are in the media is “Elvis Presleys girlfriend.” Not a starlet with jealousy issues.

And oh, oh. The touch of your palm on his chest burns him from the outside in right into his heart. Your little fingers entertaining the hair above his nipple. Doe eyes hooded as they stare at his throat. He smiles, leaning down his head to kiss you. His face is dewy by sweat, his sideburns tickling your cheeks. Cupping your sides with his large hands, he squeezes. The rings he has on, bunches your dress. Your own wraps around his broad shoulders, pulling him into you.

His fat tongue sweeps over your lips. Even if he’s mad at you for not giving him his kiss earlier, he can’t resist being soft to you. Asking you if you'll allow him to taste you. You oblige by opening your lips and allowing his tongue into your mouth. He’s nearly chasing your own tongue down your throat. A fever taking over his skin.

He pulls back, his grip on your hips deadly. His breath fans across your cheeks as his breathing hollows out. His eyes half closed.

“Get me out the leather.”

Not being able to think much else, he takes his foot and takes his boots off of his feet. He leaves you before he sits on the couch. You marvel at the way he looks. His wide chest soaked, his little stomach jutting out the slightest bit. His long legs are spread out wide. You lick your lips carefully.

“What do I get outta of it if I help you?”

He chuckles softly.

“Hunny, if you help I’ll think about getting you your corvette.”

You finally got the answer you wanted and you light up. Smiling wide, you walk over to him. Straddling his lap, you pepper his face with kisses. He holds your thighs as you kiss him. The sentiment is cut short by the prodding between your legs. A familiar stiffness you knew all too well. You stop kissing him, placing your hands on his shoulders and you look him dead in his face.

“How long have you been like this, daddy?”

He swallows thickly, slightly picking you up and placing you directly onto his throbbing cock.

“Since One Night. It jus’ never went down after I-“

You slap his chest.

“I knew you did! I know you too well daddy. All about your little tells.”

You grind your hips into his, your chest bumping into his bare one as you do. He throws his head back against the back of the couch. A bulb bursts in your head, you kiss his cheek right below his sideburn. You slip off of his lap, between his knees you sink. Running your hands over his thighs, feeling the rough leather squelch as you move the fabric. The evident tent was unbearable. You can make out the outline of his girth easily. How badly he must want to burst even after doing it once it wasn’t enough.

He can’t even look at you without his stomach burning, and the leather around his thighs tighten. Reaching up you unbutton the button around his waist, pressing a quick kiss to his abdomen. Unzipping the zipper slowly. As you finally pull it down, you can slowly see the skin around the tip come out. He hissed as the cold air hit his heated body. His hips buck, his stomach meets your chin and you smile. You start yanking the top of the leather off of him. He lifts his hips allowing you too. It’s still stuck on him as you keep pulling you make no avail and you pout. He smiles, shaking his head. The jeans were half open, his v-line out in the open along with the slightest bit of his dick.

“You get it now?”

You nod your head, but you keep pulling. He cups your cheek, tracing over your face as you keep struggling. Just looking at you makes the blood pump to his shaft. The veins are angry as you finally get the leather down his meaty thighs. You fall on your ass from the force of your pulls. He laughs lightly at how stupid this is.

You sit back on your calves as you grab the leather and pull it all the way down his legs, off his ankles, and off of him completely and it's only then that you notice. Notice the milky white patch where his tip would be. It's a huge stain that falls from where he tucked himsel- down to half of his thigh. He watches your every move, perplexed as to why you're staring at his cum so intricately. You take your index and trail it through the bottom up to where it begins, with drunken eyes you look at him.

“Can I taste it?”

He immediately takes his cock into his hand and grips the base tightly, trying to stop his blood rush. He's already dripping precum. It's catching on the skin around the crown of his head.

“Fuck.”

His chest, up to his neck, and cheeks are painted a deep crimson. He doesn't blush often, it takes a lot for him to get caught off guard but this. This was you asking to taste his dried cum off of his leather jeans. The reality of how perverted this is hits him.

“No, shit, don't taste it.”

He's thrusting up into his hand, his voice pained as he tries to find the words. He desperately wants your little mouth to replace his hand, but he can't stop watching your finger play with the dried cum on his leather jeans. He knows that you're too much of a brat to listen to him, so you take the finger that's been playing with his cum and stick it between your lips, and suck on it. Eyes going closed as you moan, tasting the sweetness of him.

You watch his fist turn into a blur with how fast he's going. His rings are painful from how sensitive he is but he can't care. He's overwhelmed, overstimulated, and just needs to get it out of his system. He reaches and grabs the back of your head, dropping his jeans by his feet and you can't even register what's happening before the ruddy uncut head of his cock is pushed between your lips. The skin pushes back as you open your mouth to him. He groans guttarly. Your clit throbbing is almost unbearable. The veins in his shaft weigh heavily on your tongue. His fingers soothe your scalp as he guides you to take him. You choke as he gets greedy and shoves your head down to where his pelvis is and ruts up into the back of your throat. Your chin touches his balls. Your eyes start tearing up and you can't breathe as he fucks your throat. Your drool is the only lubricant you have. The smell of his musk gets you high.

“Tell Jerry that I won.”

He loves the reaction he gets as your eyes pop open with his cock down your throat, your mouth gaping open. He wishes he had his camera to add to the already massive collection he has of you.

After your vision starts to falter, he makes sure to ease up. Pulling out to trace your lips with his member. You pant as you finally breathe. He's mean though, giving you a second of air before he's shoving your mouth back down and spurting his cum down your throat. His ass lifts off the couch and you almost gag from how deep he is. It's only a minute before you pass out when he finally lets go of you. His balls are finally empty, and he's exasperated on the couch. He grabs ahold of your arms and tugs you up into his lap. You're sitting sideways like a little kid on the lap of a Santa. He smooths your hair off of your face. Tucking your face into his neck. He kisses your forehead. His sideburns scratching against the side of your temple. It's quiet for a few minutes, both of you basking in the warmth of one another before he asks.

“What color Corvette do you want?”

#xreader #smut #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis presley smut #elvis presley x reader smut #writing #fanfic #‘68 comeback special

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thecourtesanschateau · 2 years

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the assessment.

hair - is always well kept with a soft sheen, almost always long at least cleavage length. hairstyles are simple, usually long and flowing (either straight, wavy or loosely curled). hair extensions are probably added.

skin - clear. flawless with a soft glow grooming - immaculate. eyebrows plucked and arched to perfection, lash extensions, fillers. here's something i noticed about their nails and makeup that i didn't expect:

their makeup, while it was usually a "full face" or applied "heavy" at times, was almost always in neutral or natural colors. lips were shades of pink,nude,browns or red. same thing with eyeshadow. it was never any colors like purple, blue and it was also never "loud" or extravagant. i guess the best way to describe this would be "soft glam".

as far as nails go, it was pretty much the same. shades of white, light pinks (i didn't see too many dark/hot pinks, rarely was there any color (i noticed that if there was, they were usually on vacation or it was around halloween or a special event), the boldest was either a red nail or various versions of french manicures.

body - slim/slender or hwp with average to big breasts (implants). something else i noticed is that while a lot of these girls may be naturally skinny they still go to the gym and workout. there is a difference between being naturally slim and being fit and toned. these girls definitely prefer to be fit and very toned, especially when it comes to their legs and stomachs. preferred workouts are cardio and pilates.

this wasn't shown a lot but from what i did gather, these women eat healthy 75% of the time (if not more). supplements, vitamins and protein powder were apart of their fitness/workout regimes. it seems like everyone has a sweet tooth though. favorite indulgences where chocolate and desserts from restaurants.

teeth - perfection. hollywood smiles. bright white.

wardrobe - i would call this elegant yet very stylish. quite a bit of lace, fur, and ruffles. i noticed that the color palette skewed slightly more towards neutral colors: white, black, nudes, beiges, light/baby pinks, light greys and light brown (usually in the fall/winter). when they did wear color (which was often) i realized that it was because they were promoting/modeling clothes. when it seemed that they were wearing their own clothes, it was usually with a more neutral palette.

when colors were worn, the two forefronts were deep blue and hot pink. other colors such as orange, yellow, green, etc seem to be usually worn during mid summer or on tropical vacations.

jeans are rarely worn. when pants or shorts are worn (and this is rare as well just not as rare as denim) it's usually apart of a 2 pc set or paired with a silk/satin/lace shirt.

solid colors were still in the majority but as far as patterns go, the main one was floral, then the versace baroque print and some animal print, also there was plaid but almost only when worn with tweed (usually a tweed suit, jacket or blazer) and it was almost always accessorized with a chanel brooch, chanel jewelry or a purse, or pearl jewelry.

accessories - always designer (unless they were modeling someone else's designs), the 3 major designer purses were louis vuitton, chanel and hermes. and honorable mention is the lady dior bag. other accessories were sunglasses, luxury jewelry mainly cartier and vancleef and arpels, watches were rolex or patek and of course diamonds are a girl's best friend.

when it came to shoes, this was the exception to the rule. shoes were in various colors and styles and embellishments. and it was usually heels. heels. and more heels. sneakers were worn sparingly and usually only at the gym or while shopping. flats were usually worn on at the beach (or a beach club) or while shopping. flats of choice are the hermès orans and the sneakers of choice are chanel.

it seems as if the clothes don't need to come from saks, bergdorfs, etc. but my guess is that they do need to be made well and of quality. also baggy/loose clothes are hardly ever worn unless it's a sweater; form fitting clothes are preferred. dresses and skirts are worn wayyyy more than pants.

lifestyle - i'm going to keep this short because it should be pretty obvious: these women only associate with rich, generous men. they have a tendency to go after men that really love the feminine, slightly sexy look. and the men in their life are most definitely sponsoring their lifestyle. if the woman is new to the game, the man will be introducing her to the luxury life, if she's been in it a while he will be keeping her at the level she is accustomed to at minimum or taking her higher.

they are always eating at upscale restaurants, going to events, sunbathing on yachts and traveling to the hottest vacation destinations around the world: maldives, monaco, mykonos, etc.

in their world it's either luxury or nothing. and if you want her to be apart of your world you better be able to afford her.

this is the aesthetic and lifestyle i am aiming for.

#hypergamy #high maintenance #high value woman #hypergamous black women

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jnkgrnde · 1 year

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— low

parings : shuri x black!fem!reader

warnings : a little bit of smut near the end 🤭🤭

summary : quick drabble about you and shuri fucking on the low. based off of ‘low’ by sza (stream sos). a good bit of this is inspired by a fic i read!

got another side of me, i like to get it poppin’,

you were a well known model in wakanda. your face was plastered in magazines, billboards, you name it, so of course queen shuri would know of you. even before that, she’d known you.

you’d gotten to know each other over the years, and eventually you just couldn’t take it anymore — the too-needy looks you gave each other, the lingering touches that kept you up at night and eventually had you touching yourself..

shuri surprisingly agreed with you; a night in that was supposed to be nothing but movies turned into you grinding down on her lap while you kissed with such need to it ending with you both covered in a sheen of sweat in her silk woven sheets, panting like you’d ran a marathon.

shuri never thought that you, out of all people, would act the way you did in bed — like you’d experience the things you did before. you seemed so sweet and kind when she first met you, a blinding smile on your face while you shook her hand.

it shocked her to say the least.

but these bitches in my business got me here choosin’ violence.

one of the downsides of hooking up with shuri was that you couldn’t just come out and say you and her were fucking. also, a lot of the women in wakanda had feelings for her.

you knew that before this whole thing but you didn’t think it was bad enough that a girl would try arguing and jumping you at a party.

you were all dolled up, lip gloss coating your lips and making them shine and oh-so kissable, hair down. you were wearing a deep purple dress that almost reached the floor. it hugged you in all the right places and had a large slit that showed off your toned thigh, a pair of heels to match.

shuri couldn’t take her eyes off you the whole night. she considered taking you right then and there.

she was getting handsy and it only furthered when you danced. your eyes were clouded as you admired her in her suit.

she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

although, apparently a woman who had a crush on her wanted to be in your place.

“excuse me?” you heard a snarky voice ask. you turned around and immediately felt the mood ruined. despite the girls rude stare, you chose to be polite. “yes?” “do you know the queen? why are you all up on her?” she started throwing out of place questions and it started drawing attention, including the dora’s. you looked at shuri with a confused look before looking back at the girl.

“is there a problem with me dancing with her?” you questioned, starting to get annoyed. “no, you’re just dancing like you know her.”

“i do know her so i don’t see what the problem is.” the dora milaje started walking over to help assess the situation. okoye stepped in front of you before you said something you would regret. “step away.” the girl scoffed before stomping away in anger. the crowd slowly started to turn away, now dispersing into whispers of the scene or the conversations they had before.

you sighed and decided to step out the building for air.

if you see me out in public you don’t know me, keep it silent.

the night after that situation, you both agreed upon not being seen with each other in public unless absolutely necessary.

nights you were at the club were spent throwing dark glances at each other, yearning for her touch and her hands on you. you watched with a burning feeling in your stomach when she danced with other people, but you knew better than to break your promise.

in the bedroom i be screamin’, but outside i keep it quiet.

now, here you were bent over on shuri’s strap, loud moans leaving you. “you close, usana?” “yes- fuck, shuri, please-“ she grinded her hips deep into you, leaving sweet kisses down your body. “so close, so close-“ you whined, head dropping to the fluffy pillow below you. “cum for me, my love.”

the next day, you had photoshoot with her for a magazine. every time you looked at her and made eye contact, you blushed thinking of the events from the night before.

all you had to do was keep quiet.

#black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri imagine #shuri udaku × reader #shuri udaku

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addictedbespoke · 1 year

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daenysthedreamer101 · 17 days

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Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC headcanons

Kassandra's personal style

TVD Masterlist

Obviously, Kassie has lived through many fashion eras/periods but I'll be focusing on her current 21st-century style aka what she wears in her day-to-day life

Office Siren/Sexy librarian vibes

think Gisele Bundchen in 'Devil Wears Prada'

Unlike Rebekah, she has lived through most of the 20th century so she's not as shocked by 21st century fashion.

After 900 years of having to wear skirts/dresses, Kassie was more than pleased when it became socially acceptable for women to wear pants

As she was daggered back in the mid-90s, most of her clothes are from that era.

VESTS VESTS VESTS

Dress pants, dress shirts - think corporate business wear but make it sexy

Heels, boots, heeled boots

clean lines, structured pieces - it helps elongate her figure

mostly neutral colors like brown, grey, white, and black, + a pop of dark red, dark blue, and dark purple

ofc sometimes she switches it up and comes out in a full girly pink outfit (it depends on how she's feeling)

Blazers when she wants to emulate Elijah lol

speaking of him, she's often compared to him, not just because of their similar personalities but also the way they present themselves

Obviously owns suits herself, only a few (ok more like a dozen lol)

She's just very inspired by her big brother and wants to be like him

Elijah finds it very endearing actually ☺

When it comes to hair and makeup Kassie sticks to what works best for her

Makeup is very 'clean/professional' looking

loves a bold lip, loves it

has at least 10 different lip glosses

think 90s brown lip + white/blue eyeshadow combo

thin eyebrows lol though she has grown them back

Her hair is her pride and joy so she takes great care of it

in the 90s had the classic 90s blowout/Rachel from Friends cut

has naturally curly hair but straightens it when she's lazy

dyed her hair blonde in the 90s because she missed Bekah (she was always lowkey envious of Bekah's blonde hair)

loves headbands and bows, owns a bunch of them (think Blair Waldorf)

hates when people mess her hair up *cough, Kol, cough*

actually choke-slammed him once against a wall and almost staked him for it

Elijah intervened at the last second

Rebekah and Klaus were laughing in the corner of the room

Finn was very confused/too scared to say anything and Freya was kinda of freaked out by her newfound family lol

Hayley almost had a heart attack

When it comes to accessories, she mostly wears rings and earrings

has collected hundreds of rings/earrings over the centuries

the most important one is obviously her golden daylight ring

prefers silver jewelry

isn't that big of a fan of necklaces/bracelets

there is one necklace she wears religiously

for her 100th birthday, her brothers got her a beautiful silver necklace with a small opal (her birthstone) in the center

the other super important ring to her is a simple heart-shaped ring

She and Bekah bought a matching pair in the 1800s and have worn them ever since. Hers is silver and Bekah's is golden

Totally owns a pair of Bayonetta glasses

Does she need them? Of course not.

Does she wear them as an accessory? Absolutely.

She loves painting her nails and takes great care of her hands/nails

Mostly sticks with red/black/brown or any darker color

But as previously stated, can switch it up and paint her nails in a glittery pink

Likes her nails to be long and extra sharp

Can often be found sharpening her nails with a nail file

"Bloody hell, you could gouge someone's eyes with those things!" Kol once commented as he noticed Kassie filing her nails in the living room

"That is the point, dear brother" Kassie responded with a pointed glare

Kol quickly excused himself from the room, not wanting to be used as a practice dummy

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kingkunigami · 1 year

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What would a man with everything ever want? Other than something he can’t have.

Mikage Reo is used to getting what he wants, and being a man with such wealth, power and influence, he rarely has to ask for it. People are often far too willing to give him exactly what he desires, so it’s no wonder that a man who can get whatever he wants would want the one thing he can’t have.

It’s easy for men like Mikage, when women practically throw themselves at his feet for the chance of a night with him. His social media full of potential suitors sending him the most salacious photographs, bearing their all in the hopes that they’ll be the ones to turn his head.

“She’s too old for you,” Mikage brushed off with a scoff, rolling his eyes the first time he saw Nagi with you, “You can do so much better.”

“Don’t be like that, Reo man.” Nagi would almost pout as both men watched you from across the room. The dress you were wearing clung to your curves perfectly and Mikage couldn’t help but wonder what you were wearing beneath the thin fabric— whether you were wearing anything at all.

But what he had really meant to say was “You don’t deserve her.”

Because for some reason, with all his power, influence and money— you’d still picked his best friend over him.

And the snide remarks just kept coming— because when Mikage encounters something he can’t obtain, he becomes nasty.

“That dress must have cost you a pretty penny,” Mikage scoffed as he took a sip of his red wine, the slightest upturn of his lip as he noticed your brows furrow in contempt, “Did Wego have a sale?”

“We can’t all be rich like you can we?” You shot back smoothly, brushing your hand against the smooth arm of the purple velvet suit he wore. A suit that would probably pay at least three months of your rent.

“A shame, really.” Mikage tried to hide the way his eyes gravitated towards your chest, mapping out the curve of your breasts as they dipped beneath the sheer satin.

“If I wanted someone with money I’d just pick you, huh Mikage?”

The scent of your perfume was intoxicating, the thought of you on your knees in the same dress now at the forefront of his mind as he shifted his feet to try and hide the growing tent in his pants. There were at least twenty women he could pick to take home tonight, or even settle for a quickie in one of the many restrooms, and yet somehow the only woman he wanted to take home was you.

“You say that like you’d ever have the choice.” Mikage shot back smoothly.

Because men like Mikage Reo aren’t used to being told no, and they definitely don’t ask.

They take.

#Just a silly little thought inside my head.#I stopped this before it became non-con #but just imagine reo wanting you that badly #mikage reo x reader #mikage x reader #⚽️—mikage

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da3drat · 5 months

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MERI. OUTFIT. REFSHEET.

I legitimately thought this was going to kill me ! I am simply not that good at coming up with outfits and I am really struggling to wrap my head around the fashion aesthetics of Morrowind. Also I think a lot of the vibe is built via armor (big pauldrons, bonemold armor), and Meri uhhh doesn't wear any. Talking a bit about each outfit under the cut<3

tattoos: designs are in the top left corner; the first one is the constellation of the lovers birth sign and the second is a wolf skull. The constellation is on her chest, she chose it because that was her daughter's birth sign. The wolf skull is on her right hip.

underwear: I think these underwear are the most expensive item of clothing Meri buys on a regular basis. I imagine that most common kinds of undergarments you see in game are a sensory nightmare for her, so she shells out the extra septims to get some that are silky and fit her comfortably. Probably of altmer make.

casual/around town: this is the closest to what she wears in game. Not much to say about it, the shirt is a mix of two extravagant shirts.

travel 1: lightweight and practical travel clothes for the more comfortable climates of southern Vvardenfell. The gold necklace she is wearing here and in the first outfit is the soldier's coin you get at the Ghostgate. Meri travels mostly unarmored, but does wear one heavy armored gauntlet which she primarily uses for emergency blocking.

travel 2: THIS ONE WAS FUN. I love ponchos, wraps, and shawls so I knew I wanted her in a big comfy woven one. The one she wears here was a gift from Nibani Maesa. I was inspired by Tibetan hooded shawls specifically, especially in the pattern. Also the goggles are dwemer make! She found them in a ruin- they are vision enhancing which makes them doubly useful during ash storms.

formal: okay. this one is not lore accurate. I really struggled with it because 1) I hate most of the nice clothes in game and 2) I had a hard time coming up with a silhouette I thought suited Meri. I wanted it to be masc while still definitively being women's clothing, and I wanted to use purple to signify the quality and expense. I really tried with this one, there are elements of it I like, but I think it needs a couple more pass overs before I'll be happy with it. Consider this fit under construction. The pin in her hair is a moon and star.

Nerevarine Drip: Had to do at least one outfit with Wraithguard ofc, and I included the Teeth of the Urshilaku as well. This is by far the most dramatic silhouette which I think is fitting for an end game look. Those are pants under there btw. I know it looks like a skirt but it's just wide legged pants.

Ty for reading :D

#I wanted to get this up before I left to visit family for the holidays oug #its 2am and I still have to pack #I will be doing one of these for celeste and dusk at some point but I need a MINUTE lmao #meri #my art #morrowind #nerevarine #tes oc #tesblr

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bootyhoe-123123 · 8 months

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Rizzy reo (reo x reader bllk fluff)

(Hi guysssss this is my first work so im sorry if this is bad 😭 feel free to let me know how to improve 😋😋 -bootyhoe)

(warnings‼️‼️ no pronouns are used for Y/n in this story but it is said that they wear a skirt in their uniform you can of course just say pants if you feel comfortable with that instead anddd that’s it ENJOYY ❤️❤️)

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06:37 AM

I walk down a long sidewalk. I’m not the most familiar with it but i go this way when I need it. It’s an early Tuesday morning and it was just so difficult to get up this morning. I’m in dire need of a latte right now. I was up all night studying for an upcoming exam and kept on getting distracted thinking about a certain purple haired boy. Oh how I loved his purple hair, it suited him really well. Reo Mikage. I’ve had a crush on the guy for a few months now. I stop in front of a cafe I usually visit when I have a rough time in the morning, I swing the glass door open and walk inside the warmth hitting my face immediately making me feel cozy. I greet the girl behind the cash register, she looked a little older than me, somewhere in her early twenty’s. I give her my order and pay, after, I go sit at a small table with 2 chairs facing each other. I pull out one of the chairs and hang my beige messenger bag on the back of it, after I do I sit down and pull out my phone. It read 06:44 as the time. I didn’t have to be at my school till 07:10 and it was only a five minute walk from the cafe. I actually had time to enjoy my latte and it will be a lot more enjoyable considering the cold weather. “Y/n!” I hear one of the other girls shout out my name and I stand up to go get my drink. I thank her and take my drink off the counter and go back to where my bag was. I sit for a few minutes scrolling on my phone and taking sips of my drink here and there. I check the time again. “06:56.. I guess it’s time to start walkin’ towards that stupid ass school.” I Mutter lowly to myself.

I stand up and push the seat in. I open my bag and toss my phone into it. I sling it over my shoulder and take a final sip of my latte then walk over to throw it away. I brush off my uniform. I don’t mind the uniform we have to wear to school, the black skirt is cute and I like the checkers in my top but they’re hidden underneath my winter jacket right now. I wear basic new balances but I switch it up here and there, not like it matters to much anyway. The stockings I wear underneath my skirt are only for winter, I wear knee high socks any other season. I wave goodbye and say thank you to the women before walking out of the door. I pop my AirPods into my ears and play some music to keep me entertained on my short walk.

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07:02

I take my time switching my shoes into my school ones and walk into my classroom. I see a few people here and there. I wave at a few of my friends. We’re all sadly separated me in the back and the two of them in the front. And don’t get me wrong it sucked i didn’t sit with them but my seat partner was good enough for me. It was my crush, Reo. He wasn’t here yet. I didn’t expect him to be. He always comes into the class with a minute or 2 to spare with his best friend Nagi. I slowly take out my books and a few pencils from my bag before placing them neatly in my desk. I pick up my mechanical pencil, pump out some led, and draw little hearts and stars on my desk. “Hey Y/n! How was your morning? Sure was cold out today huh.”

I hear the oh so familiar voice of my seat mate and feel the tips of my ears heating up. “Hey Reo, yeah it was really cold this morning I love winter but my hands were freezing my whole walk here! My morning wasn’t the best but I’ll manage.”

I let the answer roll off my tongue to the handsome boy who was now facing me in his seat, our knees touching. “Oh? Your hands, are they still cold?”

He raises an eyebrow at me, “Well..yeah, not as bad but they’re still kind cold.”

I mumble, as I place my hands on top of one another on my desk. “Here, I wore gloves to school, let me warm your hands up.” I hear what Reo says and my eyes dart from him to my hands that were now enclosed into his bigger ones.

I feel not only the tips of my ears this time, but my whole face heat up. Reo rubs his warm, calloused fingers against my softer ones. I stared at our hands for a few seconds and slowly bring my eyes up to his face again. He was also looking at our hands but he seems to notice me look up because he looked up into my eyes with his deep purple ones, a slime plastered on his face. He leans over to me our faces closer together as he places his mouth by my ear. “Are your hands alright now or do you want me to keep warming them up?” I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears as I gulp not knowing how to answer.

I hear Reo start giggling next to my ear as he pulls away from my face still keeping my hands in his. “I’m just messing with you, Y/n. I wouldn’t mind though. If you wanted to keep our hands like this I mean .”

Am I hearing right? Did he just say he wouldn’t mind? Doesn’t matter now. This is a good opportunity for me to shot my shot with my crush and I’m not going to let it go to waste. I nod to Reo and say, “I wouldn’t mind either. If you wanted to hold hands a little longer I mean.” I mimic his words, a smile growing on my face.

He returns the gesture and mutters a little “Good” before facing the teacher in the front of the class.

Our hands were still together underneath our desks. I’m definitely not going to be wearing gloves to school if it means I get to hold hands with Reo again.

#reo mikage #reo x reader #blue lock #bllk reo #reo mikage x reader

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