#I gave up on shading the clothes ngl

[elle-prix]

Blue boys with their blue blood

[kikixreverie]

It's called: freefall

Bucky x Female reader

Summary - Things get heated between you and your closest friend Bucky, when you're made to play a married couple on an important mission. Neither of you can help yourselves when you end up stuck in a hotel room together, with sexual tension you could cut with a knife.

Word count - 10k

Warnings - (18+) smut, fingering, p in v, friends to lovers, fake marriage, gross misogynistic man (not Bucko), borderline sexual harassment (not too intense, just gross words, and also not Bucky ofc), fluff, kinda angst, more misogyny.

A/N - Hi, this took me weeks to edit for some reason, sorry, and apologies if it's too long/wordy, i got carried away again. I'm not a big fan of the first half ngl, maybe that's because it's bad, or maybe it's because I've read it about a hundred times. The smut is good though, and that's what really matters.

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"It's just a quick job, I promise. It'll be easy."

Steve gave you a smile of encouragement, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him, before politely averting his gaze to the floor when you lifted your dress slightly to slide your usual dagger into the holster on your thigh.

"Then what's with the getup?" You asked, lifting your head to catch sight of yourself in the mirror opposite you, looking at the dress you had been made to wear.

It was a pretty dress, beautiful actually, the colour beautiful against your skin-tone, perfectly fitted in all the right places, and it flowed down to the floor, a slit travelling up the length of your left leg, ending at your upper thigh.

You felt confident in it, and it was certainly a boost to your ego when Natasha wolf-whistled at the sight of you and Steve turned an impressive shade of red, but it wasn't something you were used to, having spent the past few years of your life dodging and refusing Tony's party invites, sticking to the comfiest clothes you owned when walking about the compound. It was a beautiful dress, but you couldn't help but feel like an imposter wearing it.

Natasha strode over to you and slightly adjusted the placement of your knife, ensuring it wasn't visible through the dress. "Daniel Kozlov. He's been on Shield's hit list for years now, fucker keeps catching and killing our agents on the inside."

You scoffed amusedly and shook your head, "What, so you send me in to get killed too?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, I've seen you take down four armed men with a screwdriver; you'll be fine, plus, you'll have Bucky and he knows how to stay undetected." Steve reassured you and you smiled at him, nodding to his words.

You heard footsteps behind you only moments before another voice spoke up, and you turned to the door, your breath catching in your throat as you did.

"That I do," Bucky nodded to Steve as he entered the room, eyes focused on his hands, adjusting his cuff links with a furrowed brow, before he finally tilted his gaze up, meeting your wide eyes with his own.

You barely noticed him looking you up and down, as you were too busy doing the exact same thing to him, no doubt probably being incredibly obvious as you stared with your lips parted. He looked like pure fucking sin.

Unadulterated and unfiltered sin.

His suit was all black and his pale, blue eyes contrasted against the colour, somehow making them stand out even more than usual. His already incredibly muscular arms and legs were accentuated, the expensive fabric tight against his skin, without it looking strange and uncomfortable, it only drew your attention to how broad his shoulders were compared to his narrow waist, or how thick his thighs looked in the black dress pants.

Multiple silver rings graced his fingers, matching with the silver, designer watch on his left wrist and you did a double-take when you noticed that his watch was wrapped around skin, not vibranium.

"Your arm." You said, sounding more like a statement than a question and Bucky forced himself to tear his gaze from your exposed thigh and tried to hide his pink dusted cheeks and breathless intake of air as his eyes followed yours to his metal arm, now concealed by what looked to be skin.

"Yeah." His voice came out as a sigh. He didn't know why, most amputees like him he was sure would be over the moon with the impressive technology, but it just made him uncomfortable, seeing his arm how he did 70 years ago. I felt inherently wrong. "Tony."

You nodded, looking away from his hand. A part of you was annoyed Tony had given it to him, knowing that it took Bucky years to accept that part of himself, and this seemed like it would be a setback in that department, though you still understood why it was necessary, Bucky was the best for the job, and chances are a criminal as 'highbrow' as Kozlov, would recognise the arm.

You wanted to change the subject, and you could tell Bucky did too, so you huffed a laugh and met his eyes, jokingly poking his chest with your finger, "You look like a mobster."

He nodded and chuckled, "Thanks, I guess. You look like a mobster's wife."

"Wife huh? Is that what we're doing?" You ask, turning your head to look down at Nat questioningly as she finished with your dress.

"Did they not tell you?" Bucky asked and you shook your head.

"I missed the briefing but Steve here thought he'd sign me up anyway." You gave the blonde a jokey, reprimanding look and he sighed, picking up two folders from the table and handing them to you.

"Blue one is about Kozlov, and the black is about who you and Bucky are going to be playing."

You take the folders from Steve, handing the blue one to Natasha as you open the black one, "James and Lucille Walter. Hey, how come he gets to keep his name and I get Lucille?"

"That's just a coincidence and I'm sure Bucky isn't too happy about it either. You're pretending to be a real couple, James Walter is one of Kozlov's newest buyers, he doesn't know him very well though, that's why you two shouldn't be caught out by anyone."

Nodding to Steve's words, you quickly skim over the rest of the folder, memorising as much as you can, before swapping with Nat and reading the other one, "And where are the real James and Lucille Walter?"

"Dead."

You stop your reading and turn to Natasha at the sound of her voice, giving her a look when she tried to hide her smirk.

"Ah, yes. Courtesy of Natasha Romanoff herself, Mr and Mrs Walter are in fact, dead" Steve spoke dramatically, causing you to scoff and wink at the redhead beside you.

"We should leave now. I'll explain further in the car and give you a rundown of the plan. Should be an easy job." Bucky takes the folders from you and tucks them under his arm, signalling for you to walk out the door and you give Steve and Natasha a smirk before you leave.

"Wish me luck guys."

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You were picked up from the compound by one of Stark's trusted drivers and Bucky described the plan in detail to you on the way there, but as you arrived closer and closer to your destination, you felt the nerves come on.

Usually, you were behind a computer screen on missions, hacking security cameras and breaking into encrypted files, you had no doubt of your fighting skills, you've been training almost your whole life, and the few missions you've done where you've had to fight were smooth sailing, but you had never done undercover before.

You started nibbling on your lower lip as soon as the car pulled up, doubting yourself again despite the amount of times Natasha has given you a whole speech about why you had no reason to ever do that.

The door on Bucky's side opened and when he offered you his arm to help you out of the car, meeting your eyes and giving you a gentle smile, you felt the nerves calm slightly.

You and Bucky were close in a way that no one had expected, considering he had the tendency to keep himself away from people and stay quiet when he was forced to socialise. You were slow-paced and gentle with him, a huge contrast to the way Sam would constantly be on Bucky about his lack of social skills, or Tony dragging him to parties he had no interest in. Sam always has the best intentions, but sometimes can be a little too enthusiastic for Bucky, and Tony, well sometimes Tony's just a dick with full knowledge of the fact that he's being one, and not a single care in the world about it.

You and Bucky both had an understanding, you had confided in him about your fears, your anxiety, and he had managed to do the same.

You just couldn't help but develop a teeny tiny crush on him over the past few months.

"Don't work yourself up, stay in character, stay alert, and remember the plan."

Nodding to him, you took a deep breath and put yourself into character, reminding yourself of yours and Bucky's new names, keeping your head up as you entered the party, an expensive diamond wrapped around your left ring finger with a similar pattern to the silver band Bucky had on his.

The hall was beautiful, gold detailing adorned the large doors and walls, reaching up to the ceiling to create beautiful patterns against the pristine white of the building. The party-goers were even more beautiful, hundreds of gowns and suits worth more than your life, probably bought and worn for a single night, before they're discarded and forgotten in the back of their walk-in closets.

You felt like you didn't fit in at all, but you watched as party guests eyed the two of you, and they seemed to be approving.

It didn't take you and Bucky long to get situated, stood in the corner of the extravagant hall with a glass of champagne now in your hand as you surveyed the exits and bodyguards, and Bucky looked for the target.

The mission was just a small lead in a huge investigation. You and Bucky were just here to buy something from Kozlov and then get out.

"Got him, 4 o-clock. He's surrounded but he should be expecting us so it shouldn't be an issue." Bucky had leant down to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling against your neck and causing a shiver to rake over your shoulders.

Fuck, he smelled like sin too.

It made you want to take a deeper breath, made you want to pull him even closer, close enough to close that small gap between your lips and kiss him till you run out of breath, and as much as that would be inconspicuous and normal for James and Lucille Walter, it would be completely inappropriate for Bucky and Y/n.

"We shouldn't go over yet. Let's just mingle a bit, get more of a feel of this place and blend into the background as much as we can." You add, and Bucky nods, surveying the room again before meeting your eyes.

"Good idea, but when we do go over, don't make eye contact with him and don't say anything," said Bucky. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, giving him a slightly annoyed, but understanding smile, and he smiled back apologetically, "I know, it's stupid, but that's what these guys are like. If he so much as thinks that you're either, on the table or threatening his masculinity, we're in trouble. Okay?"

You understood what Bucky was saying, men like Kozlov, they see women as property, or in some cases, currency. It's best to stay off their radar as best you can, which includes not threatening his masculinity by daring to look him in the eyes.

Women were to keep their heads down.

Which was bullshit.

"Okay."

He gives you a final nod and you think he's finally about to pull away and have mercy on your heart, but before he does, he pauses and presses his soft, warm lips to your cheek in a gentle kiss.

Air gets caught in your throat as it happens, but you try not to make an audible noise, quickly pulling yourself together and reminding yourself that you and Bucky are pretending to be a couple and he's just trying to sell it better. It makes sense.

It's just pretend.

You spend the whole evening with your hand wrapped around Bucky's bicep, neither of you breaking apart for anything as random people come up to you and try to start conversations. Usually, one of you will take one for the team and has to stand there talking about money and beach houses for five minutes, plus the occasional question about kids, which seemed to make Bucky blush every time, as the other keeps an eye on Kozlov.

"So how long have you two been married?" A seemingly kind lady asks, her red dress matching her lips as they stretch into an awkward smile.

"A year in June," You respond, well-rehearsed at this point as you smile up at your pretend husband, "Can't believe how quickly it's going."

Bucky is quick thinking with the act, and he smiles down at you, his arm wrapping gently around your waist and squeezing you to his side. Your heart probably stopped beating for a moment, and you wondered how he got so good at this, before brushing the thought away and looking back to the woman in the red dress, smiling warmly at her too.

"Ah, bet you two are still in the honeymoon phase. You look completely smitten with each other, it's adorable." She scrunched her nose up on the word 'adorable', her gaze flicking between the two of you before she glanced at her own husband, standing a few feet away as he laughed with a larger group of men, a big glass of whiskey in his hand. She sighed.

You tried to keep your face neutral, smiling and nodding along, but something about what she had said had caught in your chest, and you wished you could see just for a moment from someone else's eyes, just how 'smitten' you both look.

You felt bad for the woman, who stood in the middle of the huge ballroom completely alone and abandoned by her husband, but there wasn't anything you could do for her, and Bucky was subtly hinting to you that you were to go speak with Kozlov soon, so you kissed her cheek and bid her goodbye.

You spared Bucky a quick glance and he was focused on Kozlov, his face stoic as he glanced in his direction discreetly, scanning the exits too, checking for close-by security cameras and windows again, just in case.

"I think it's time, doll." He murmured.

You quickly lift your head to meet his eyes, the pet-name he usually only used when you were tipsy and would brush it off casually, slipping off his tongue, though it had the same effect sober or not, you blushed and nodded.

He smiled at you, almost looking fond, though you were pretty sure he was just offering you a break from the stoic, mission orientated Bucky, before he took a deep breath and reached for your hand on his bicep to hold it with his own, gently squeezing before guiding you towards the target.

As you walked Kozlov's way, who was surrounded by burly, most definitely armed bodyguards, you noticed the women surrounding him too, some with their husbands and all of them looking beyond uncomfortable, staring out at the party with bored, or even nervous expressions.

"James Walter," Bucky nodded to one of the bodyguards, who had stopped you both from passing, and the bodyguard shared a look with another, before nodding and letting you walk on.

Daniel Kozlov was sat comfortably in a velvet armchair as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, seemingly stuck in a boring conversation as he stared at the wall before him, completely uninterested in what the man talking to him had to say.

"Mr Kozlov, I'm James Walter, It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

Kozlov perked up at the sound of a new voice and a wide, Cheshire cat grin formed on his lips as he regarded you and Bucky, though you kept your eyes to the floor, or seemingly 'admiring' the expensive decorations as the men spoke.

"Ah, my new friend! I was hoping you'd show up, had a few men flake out on me recently," The man spoke dramatically, his thick European accent prevalent and images of his file flashed in your head, remembering that Shield had been taking down his buyers one by one, either arresting them on other charges or putting a bullet between their eyes as Natasha had done with the real Mr and Mrs Walter.

They weren't particularly very nice people, so you didn't hold much guilt for their deaths, or stealing their identity after the fact.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, sir. Heard you've got something I have my interests set on." Bucky's voice was smooth and charismatic, matching Kozlov's energy as best he could, and you couldn't lie, it made your blood run warmer, heat spreading to certain parts of your body you were ashamed to admit were reacting to the confidence he exuded tonight.

"Hm... I suppose I do. Do you always allow your wife to be a part of your deals?" Your looked up slightly at his mention of you, and Kozlov smirked wickedly at the expression on your face, "Women can be god-awful gossips sometimes."

This fucking guy-

Bucky squeezed your hand tightly, forcing the words from his tongue, "I assure you, sir. She is nothing to worry about."

He was just as pissed as you were.

"I don't know, she doesn't really seem like the quiet type, I reckon she's a loud-mouth once she's on her back, although I'm sure having her on her knees will shut her up nice and quiet." He chuckled darkly and Bucky's hand was holding yours so tight, his jaw clenching and unclenching, measured breaths exhaled through his nose, he still managed to keep his face blank though, as did you, quietly seething as you put on the frightened baby deer look that men seemed to love, staring down at the floor.

He needed to think you were in the same position as the other poor, frightened women here, that he'd get bored with you all the same.

You swallowed your tongue though, wanting nothing more than to speak up and put the bastard in his place, right before beating the absolute shit out of him, though you knew that would come in due time, for now all you could do was finish this fucking mission.

"She won't be a problem."

Kozlov laughed, knowing he was getting under James' skin. He stood from the armchair and nodded towards Bucky, the smile sinking, trying to look intimidating, despite the fact that he was practically less than half the size of Bucky, "Make your payment."

Bucky pulled a phone from his pocket, sending a single word in a text and waiting for the confirmation only seconds later, before tucking it away again, "Payment made."

Daniel looked over at a man sat in the corner with a laptop and when he nodded, he turned back to look at Bucky, his hand sneaking into his own pocket and pulling out a hard drive, handing it to Bucky before taking a step back and looking you up and down.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

You swallowed your irritation, narrowly avoiding the urge to roll your eyes at the way he was eyeing you like a piece of meat, Bucky opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by a glare.

"I asked the wife, not you. Name?" He spoke through gritted teeth, obviously quick to anger, and you fought back the urge to fucking bitch slap him, take the dagger from your thigh and press it to his neck, but you were sticking to the deer in headlights act.

"Lucille."

A smirk overtook his face, a healed scar on his cheek stretching as he did so, "Pretty name for a pretty thing."

At this point, Bucky was squeezing your hand so hard again, your fingers were starting to go numb, the rings he was wearing digging uncomfortably into your skin, but you didn't pull away, instead, you returned the tight grip to try to reassure him.

Taking a step closer to you, Daniel Kozlov lifted his hand to your cheek, making you flinch slightly and you clenched your jaw when the back of his hand caressed your cheek, his skin ice-cold against yours.

"I happen to collect pretty things."

Bucky felt sick to his stomach, knowing that he couldn't do anything besides stand there and watch, stepping out of line in any way would end in a fight, and he knew he couldn't risk lives, or the mission.

A part of you was expecting him to backhand you, but he never did Instead, he touched your cheek for a while longer, glancing over at Bucky with a smile before he took a step away from you and laughed at the murderous look Bucky was trying to hide, he knew that Bucky was in a position where there wasn't much he could do to stop him, and he openly mocked him for it, "I could take her off your hands for the night for you, teach her some manners. Maybe she'll learn to answer her superiors quickly, when they ask her a question."

"Not necessary." Bucky's voice was scarily even, but his jaw was aching from how hard he was grinding his teeth together and he started pulling you closer to him, shooting Kozlov a dangerous glare, "I think it's time we leave."

"Of course, of course. No doubt you need to get her to bed."

Bucky ignored his words and turned, pushing his way past the bodyguards and pulling you along by your hand, making you stumble in your heels.

"James." You called out as you tried to catch up with him. His grip on your hand was starting to hurt again but he kept walking with intent, pulling you out of the grand doors at the entrance to the hall and towards the expensive car you had arrived in.

He handed the driver a wad of cash and told him to leave, giving him a silent glare which obviously meant 'fuck off' when the guy hesitated.

As Bucky pulled open the passenger seat door and helped you into the car, you glared at him, though when he ducked his head into the car and leant over you to put your seatbelt on for you, the intensity behind the glare faded and you were left just staring wide eyed at him, and instead of yelling at him and telling him that you were perfectly capable of doing your own seatbelt, you were lost for words with how close his body was to yours, his breath fanning against your bare shoulder.

You could only breathe when he pulled away and slammed the door shut, rounding the car to get into the driver's seat, not sparing you another glance as he turned on the engine and put the car into gear, speeding off into the city.

his frustration and anger filled the space with tension.

"Bucky, you need to calm down," You tried but he continued to ignore you, one hand on the gear stick and the other gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You sighed, his frustration and anger filled the space with tension, and you concluded that he was a grown man who could calm himself down.

You dropped your head against the seat as you focused on the view outside your window, the lights of the city burning bright against the night sky.

You glanced at the side-view mirror, and rolled your eyes when you realised it was the same car that was behind you when you left the party, "We're being followed."

Bucky's hearing was obviously working. When he heard what you said, his eyes lifted to the rear-view mirror and he sighed heavily, "Fuck."

"Where are we gonna go? None of the safehouses are fancy enough for Mr and Mrs Walter."

"We'll have to go to a hotel, they shouldn't give us any trouble unless we seem suspicious. There's no way Kozlov would have us killed immediately after a sale, too risky," You nod at his words, knowing that Bucky was an expert at things like this due to his past with Hydra, he knew how men like Kozlov worked, how their brains ticked, and you trusted him completely. "Okay, I know where to go." He said as you kept an eye on the car, taking note of the plate number and trying to get a view of the person driving it, "Text Nat with the burner in my pocket, tell her we'll be at The Pierre, tell her to bring backup just in case but keep them minimally armed, it's just a precaution."

You sigh again, looking away from the car behind you and back to Bucky, "Which pocket?"

"Inside pocket, left side."

You nibbled on your lower lip as you reached over to him, and he tilted his body to you slightly in assistance. Bucky gulped, and you blushed as your hands brushed against his shirt when you reached into his suit jacket, searching for the pocket.

His body was incredibly warm and it only made you want to draw out the situation even longer as Bucky fought to keep his concentration on the road and the car behind, but eventually, your fingers brushed against the phone and you hesitantly pulled it out and sat back in your seat, a long exhale coming from him as you did so and he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, shooting you a quick glance, his gaze falling to how exposed your thigh had become with the movement, though he tore his eyes away quickly.

You slipped the phone back into Bucky's pocket once you had received Natasha's quick response, and Bucky pulled up to the hotel. You watched in quiet amusement as the man following parked not-so-discreetly, a bit further down the street.

"Remember who your playing." Bucky shot you a final glance as he turned off the ignition and got out of the car, straightening out his suit jacket as he walked to the passenger side and pulled open the door, offering his arm to you and helping you out of the car.

You hated how real it all felt, him doting on you when you were trying desperately hard to convince yourself it was an act, but you still wrapped both your hands around his arm, draping yourself against his side as you walked towards the entrance, telling yourself that you did it only for the upkeep of the ruse.

The tension between you was undeniable as Bucky looked down at you, his expression serious, but not stern, only intense.

"James? Are we going in?" You asked, using his fake yet real name and it seemed to wake him from his daze, nodding as he reminded himself of his surroundings and the man now wandering closer to them, his phone to his ear, though he didn't speak into it.

"Course, doll. Just admiring my wife's beauty in the city lights."

Your mouth fell open slightly at his words but he didn't give you much time to react before he was walking you into the hotel, and you were thankful that he wasn't dragging you this time.

Bucky didn't waste any time, quickly moving to one of the people running the front desk and glaring down at him.

"Name?"

"James Walter," He spoke and the man nodded, typing something out on his computer before handing Bucky a black key-card, giving him a fearful smile.

Stepping away from the front desk, Bucky moved to your left as he discreetly put his hand into his pocket and slipped the burner phone into your hand, and you switched the phone into your right hand once you realised his plan, tossing the phone into the garbage bag on the back of a janitors cart before walking into the elevator.

You sighed heavily as you both finally entered the hotel room, trudging to the bed in the middle of the giant room and collapsing on it as Bucky started scoping out the room, quickly checking the bathroom and shutting all the curtains.

"We're going to have to stay here all night, aren't we? That guy isn't gonna go anywhere." You sighed, closing your eyes as you sunk into the mattress.

"One bed." Bucky said, and you peaked your eyes open one at a time, moving your gaze to the man now slouched in the armchair tucked into the corner of the large room, still looking beyond annoyed.

"Huh?"

His jaw ticked in annoyance as his head fell back against the chair, "There's only one bed."

Oh.

"Oh," You sat up on the bed, looking around the room awkwardly.

You didn't really want to think about what that could mean, it either formed butterflies in your stomach, or disappointment.

He didn't have to act so upset about it.

"Is it that bad?" You scoffed, half joking, half serious, and Bucky lifted his head, his eyes widening, lips parted.

"No, that's not what I-" He cut himself off, sighing and furrowing his eyebrows, looking guilty, "Sorry. I'm just so fucking annoyed."

You smiled and nodded, "I know, me too. We're one step closer to getting this guy though, Buck."

He nodded too, eyes closing again, his jaw unclenching, finding some kind of relief in your words.

"We don't have to share if you don't want, but I'm okay with it if you are. I trust you. Plus, we've fallen asleep on the couch together before, can't be that much different." You shrugged, acting nonchalant, although you felt extremely not, as you stood up, sick of the feeling of your knife's handle digging uncomfortably in your skin.

You pulled your skirt up to expose your other thigh, lifting your right foot to rest on the bed, while making sure not to flash Bucky in the process as you pull the dagger out, throwing it back on the bed, leaving the garter on for now.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight, watching as your dagger glided against the skin of your thigh as you removed it from yourself, tossing it onto the white bed sheets before dropping your foot back to the floor.

"No it's... I don't- uh." He trailed off, losing his train of thought, obviously distracted.

You looked at him, eyes dropping to follow the movement of his tongue wetting his lips, and you knew you'd never get the sight of him right now out of your mind. His legs were spread, sitting comfortably in the chair, one of his arms draped over the arm of the chair, while he rested his elbow with the other one, holding his head up with his thumb and index finger on the side of his tilted head.

He regarded you silently, his eyes dazed, and you wondered if it could possibly be because he was feeling the same exact way as you right now.

Bucky was struggling to think straight, scrunching his face up in frustration when he finally snapped out of his daze, the frustration completely different to what he was feeling before, now he just couldn't get the image of your thighs out of his mind, or the black thigh garter you still wore under your dress.

God, you drive him fucking crazy.

You chewed the inside of your cheek when he sighed again, "Buck, you need to chill out. I know Kozlov is a fucking asshole, but we expected that. We got the mission done with no big issues."

He stared up at the ceiling, feeling so guilty that he was looking at you that way, thinking about you in that way, especially after the reminder of Kozlov and how undoubtedly uncomfortable he must've made you feel.

"I know, I just hate feeling powerless. That prick was touching you and saying horrible shit and I just stood there-"

"Bucky."

He huffed a breath and opened his eyes, only to be met with the beautiful sight of you stood before him, only a few feet away, your dress clinging to all the right places and your eyes locked to his and he felt a familiar heat stirring up inside him again. He stared up at you as if you were a heaven-sent angel.

The tension in the room was so thick, and you both knew why, though neither of you had the guts to admit, nor say anything about it.

Your intentions were pure at first, and for some reason, on the way towards where he was sitting, you never thought about the very un-pure version of your actions until you were stood in front of him, barely thinking about it when you sunk to your knees before him, your hands resting just above his knees on his spread legs.

At first, you told yourself it was because you wanted to talk to him properly, make sure he was okay, and that included you being on his level physically, but now you realised it was mostly because you so desperately wanted to see him like this, his gaze heated, looking down at you between his thighs with parted lips.

It didn't matter that you were the one on your knees, you'd never felt more powerful.

His gaze was unwavering, the intense, lustful look in his eyes alone had you clenching your thighs together as you thought about your next move, and Bucky lifted one of his hands towards your face, brushing the back of his fingers down your cheek, just as Kozlov had done earlier, though this touch was completely different, and your eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping you as his fingers caressed your cheek, ridding the memory of Kozlov's cold skin against yours with his soft, warm touch, and you pulled your eyes open to meet his again, lifting your hand to take hold of his.

You looked down at the rings he was wearing, one on almost each finger, apparently it was a common style choice from James Walter, and it wasn't the first time tonight that you'd silently thanked the dead mobster for that fact.

They'd been catching your eye all night, and you lifted his knuckles to your lips, placing a kiss against the smooth metal of the first one on his index finger, and then the next one, and the next.

Bucky watched you kiss his rings, his eyes darkening with every touch of your soft lips to his knuckles, so entranced by you, slowly sinking further into the seat, melting with each touch.

He couldn't think of any repercussions right now, couldn't think of a single reason to stop you, all he could think about was what you were doing to him right now, and where these actions could lead you, and his pants were getting tighter by the second.

You met his eyes with your lips still on his knuckles, and you both immediately knew what this was, where this could be going, and that the thick tension between you, was sexual tension like no other.

Bucky's heart must've stopped when you opened his fist and slipped his index and middle finger past your lips, enveloping them in the hot, wetness of your mouth, your soft tongue circling over his digits, sucking on them, He couldn't help but groan, leaning his head back, though still keeping his half-lidded eyes on you.

"Fuck, doll. So fuckin' gorgeous."

You weren't thinking straight, you must not've been, because why the hell would you be doing this, why was it something you didn't even have to question, why did it feel so natural, and so fucking right.

The words that slipped past his lips were doing things to you, and the way that his fingers pressed down on your tongue slightly, but weren't nearly as heavy against it as something else you wanted on your tongue would be, you were a goner, and your underwear was already soaked.

You pulled his fingers from your mouth but kept hold of them as you crawled onto his lap, his arm immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you to him, his lips so close to yours you were sharing breath.

Slowly, you guided his fingers down, sliding them under the slit in your dress to bring them to your covered core, watching his facial expression intently, watching for any sign of discomfort.

There was none, and his breath caught in his throat when his fingers made contact, the heat of you radiating against his hand, he could already feel how wet you are.

"Fuck." He breathed, eyebrows furrowing, forehead resting on yours, "You sure about this sweetheart? You want me to touch you?"

You nodded immediately, biting your lower lip, pressing his hand against you harder, "Yes. Are you sure?"

He nodded back, "Never been more sure about anything in my fuckin' life."

You moaned when he finally started moving his fingers, circling your clit gently over your underwear, though with enough pressure to give some sort of relief, but it was when he pulled your panties aside, and dipped his fingers into your wetness, spreading your folds and gathering your slick, before pressing his fingers against your clit and rubbing you in tighter circles, that you were a mess in his lap.

"Bucky-" You whimpered, rolling your hips slightly, and he licked his lips again, nudging his nose against yours, wanting so desperately to kiss you, but also not wanting to miss a single expression you made, he wanted to watch you fall apart under his touch, again, and again, and again.

"You know something, sweetheart?" He asked, waiting for confirmation that you were paying attention to him before continuing.

You rolled your hips again, staring into his eyes, moaning out in pleasure, "What?"

"You drove me fucking crazy tonight, every time you touched me, every time you looked at me- God, whenever you said my name- I'd never heard you call me that before, my first name, fuck I don't ever want to stop hearin' you callin' me that."

His words made you dizzy, the confirmation that he'd felt the same as you all night, the confession that he loved it when you called him 'James' just as much as you loved calling him it, you were sinking deeper and deeper into this feeling, that this moment couldn't be more right, more necessary, like you'd both been needing this for months now.

By the time he had finished talking, he had slowed his touch to a complete stop, and dipped his fingers lower, pushing them inside you.

You gasped, he groaned, and when he curled them, finding that sweet spot inside you and pushing against it perfectly, you cried out, dropping your forehead to his shoulder and tucking your face in his neck.

He didn't let up with his gentle thrusting, and the insistent rubbing against that spongy spot inside of your cunt. He used his free hand to move your head from his shoulder, leaning himself forward slightly, holding you closer, and finally kissing you.

You whimpered and moaned against his lips, though returned the kiss passionately, both of your hands in his hair, your tongue gliding against his own.

This was unlike any experience you'd ever had, every touch dialled up to 100.

He used his thumb to rub your clit, still curling and rubbing his fingers against your walls, and when you started to clench down on him, he pulled back from the kiss.

"C'mon, kitten, cum on my fingers like a good girl." He purred, and your head tilted back, moaning as you came, your orgasm only spurred on quicker by his words.

"James-" You whimpered, his touch not letting up as he pleasured you through your orgasm, though when you were through most of it, you crashed your lips to his.

You kissed until you ran out of breath, doing exactly what you had wanted to do earlier, what you had wanted to do for months. Bucky gently eased his fingers out of you, and when you tucked your face in his neck again, catching your breath, you could tell he was sucking them clean, moaning at the taste of you.

It was quiet for a moment between you, only the gentle sound of your slightly laboured breath filling the space, Bucky held you close to him, his fingers gently tracing up and down your spine through the fabric of your dress, you gave a pleased hum and kissed his neck, just above his collar.

It didn't matter that you'd just barely come down from an orgasm, you needed more, you needed him.

"James." You whispered against his neck, just below his ear and he just about melted into the chair beneath you, humming to let you know he was listening, though you didn't say anything else, a part of you just wanted to say his name again, and to feel his pleased reaction to it.

His body was so warm under yours, but there were far too many layers of fabric between you and him and you desperately wanted to fix that, 'adjusting' yourself on his lap just so you could provide some friction between you, biting your lip and sighing into his ear when you felt how hard he was beneath you, he groaned and gripped your hips tightly.

"I wanna feel you inside me, James." Your voice was as sweet as sugar, breath warm against his skin, and your heated core was seated just above where his hard cock was pressing tightly against his pants, throbbing with every small movement you made.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He husked, no doubt sounding like a broken record, though he didn't care much about that, not when you were pressing yourself against him like that, slowly rocking in his lap, not when he could still faintly taste you in his mouth from where he had sucked his fingers clean, not with your mouth on his neck, whispering dirty things.

You kissed the hinge of his jaw, then ghosted your lips lower, pressing a kiss just below his ear, before making your way to the other side, leaving sweet kisses as you went.

You met his eye as you traced your hand up his black shirt, watching his expression as you slowly loosened his tie, and popped the top button open, and then the next, giving yourself better access to the skin there, kissing below his Adam's apple.

"C'mon, Buck. You wanna fuck me?" You asked, looking up at him through your lashes this time, teasing him with a smirk.

He bit his lip, holding your cheek in his palm, thumb swiping across your cheekbone, his eyes darting across your face, taking in every detail he could while he was so close to you.

So pretty.

"I do, of course I do, doll." He said back, his eyes following the movement of his thumb against soft skin. You could sense the 'but' coming, "But... I don't think we should-"

"Bucky." You interrupted, stopping what you know would've become this huge, self-doubting, self-sabotaging speech, and he met your eyes again, sighing slightly, his head tilted, "If we both want this, then why can't we have it?"

He didn't know what to say, he couldn't imagine a world were someone would really want him, as he was, much less a smart, loving and kind, beautiful girl like yourself. He believed you when you said you wanted this, but was still unsure if you would really want him, want him beyond this moment.

"If we go further, I'll never be able to get enough of you." He spoke quietly, this moment between you was so intimate, which was something he'd not experienced in decades. It was terrifying, but so perfect, so right. 

"You have all of me, Bucky. I want you, not just tonight. I've wanted you for months, honey, and if you want me too then what have we got to lose? You can have me whenever you need me, whenever you want me, I'm yours, yours now, yours tomorrow. If you need a hug," You wrapped your arms around his neck as you spoke and held him tighter, "If you need a kiss," You pressed your lips to his, "If you need a release; I'll be there, because you have me, always have."

By the time you were just halfway into your speech, Bucky was a puddle, his brain short-circuiting, his heart beating much faster than it should be with him just sitting, and his whole world view collapsing.

You were his.

You wanted to be his.

He was yours completely.

He surged forward to press his lips to yours, and kissed you for a long moment, using his tongue to memorise the feel of your mouth, the heat of your own tongue against his, and he stood as he kissed you, holding you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He carried you with such ease and sat down on the edge of the huge bed, not once breaking the kiss, or putting an ounce space between your bodies.

You helped him to shrug off his suit jacket, tossing it to the floor as if it didn't probably cost hundreds of dollars, and deft fingers quickly reached to undo his tie.

The tie was silky and smooth, and your imagination was bright with ideas, the image of Bucky fucking you, with your hands tied above your head, or maybe tying Bucky up just the same, kissing his cock teasingly, without letting him touch you.

You tabled the ideas for now, tossing the tie aside.

You could experiment with him in due time, for now you just wanted to be able to touch him as much as possible.

You were both still enraptured in the kiss when Bucky stood again, this time turning around, and laying you down on the mattress, pressing himself against you as he placed one last kiss on your lips, and pulled back to admire the sight of you, blushing with kiss-bitten lips as you lay beneath him.

He traced his hands down your body and stood at the end of the bed, his shirt almost halfway undone.

His fingers glided down your legs, and ended at your ankles as he eyed the strappy heals you wore, admiring how beautiful you looked in them. He imagined keeping them on you, stripping you down and bending you over the closest surface, whilst still wearing the heels, maybe keeping on the thigh-garter too, but he wanted you comfortable, and he wanted you naked.

Gently, he undid the strap on one of your heels, and slowly pulled it off, before doing the same to the other one.

He kept glancing up at you as he did so, watching you so intently, he didn't dare miss a single moment, a single change in your expression.

His hands traced back up your legs, this time, he kissed his way up too, kissing you ankle, your shin, just below the garter.

He stopped himself though, and looked you in the eyes, that serious look returning, "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes. Please, James."

He smirked, he couldn't not, and his hand drifted to your hip, squeezing there, before using both his hands to flip you over, leaning over you and pressing his hand against your back.

You gasped in surprise, and then felt his fingers against the zip of the dress, his breath against the nape of your neck.

"Should we take this off?" He asked sweetly, and you nodded silently, your voice trapped in your throat, that cocky, dominant persona you had taken on earlier apparently about to be fucked out of you. You couldn't wait.

He flipped you back over to help ease the dress off, leaving you only in a lacy pair of underwear, your chest exposed to him, and once the dress was on the floor, and Bucky allowed himself the chance to finally look at you, he groaned roughly, draping his body over yours and reaching up to caress your breasts, watching as his thumb traced over the hardened peaks of your nipples, "So fucking gorgeous."

Your hands were in his hair, back arching into his touch when he took your nipple into his mouth, paying attention to the other one with his fingers, and as much as you were enjoying it, he was still wearing way too much, and you put your fingers under his chin, pulling his mouth away from you.

He kissed you as you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it off, quickly followed by his pants and soon you were both left in your underwear.

You pushed at his shoulder, and he eventually got the memo, and rolled aside, letting you sit on top of him, carefully moving the dagger you had left on the bed onto the bedside table.

When you pulled back from the kiss, he continued to kiss down your chest, but your eyes drifted to the hand he had on your waist, the left one, that still looked like skin even though it wasn't.

You had almost completely forgotten about it, it felt just like skin, was warm like skin, and looked unbelievably life-like, but there was something about it that you really didn't like, it wasn't him, it might've been once, but as Bucky has told you before, he's not been the man he was back in the 40s in over seventy years, and he probably wouldn't ever be him again, which you reminded him was okay, that he didn't owe Steve the version of himself that Bucky thought he would need.

You knew about the struggles Bucky has had with his metal arm, the history that there is behind it, and the hatred he had for it when he was first rehabilitated. You didn't want this impressive Stark invention to become something he used to hide this part of himself, against the needs of his own healing.

You started at his left shoulder, and traced your fingers down the arm, stopping at the silver watch on his wrist, and Bucky stopped kissing you, watching you, waiting.

"Is it the watch?" You asked, and he hesitated, before nodding.

"You don't have to take it off."

You paused, looking down at him, he looked slightly uncomfortable, and you needed to change that.

"I'd like to take it off. Do you want to leave it on?"

He was quiet for a moment, thinking about your question. It made him uncomfortable, seeing the uncanny, flesh arm in place of the metal one he knew was there, and to see a human arm, yet not be able to really feel the touch of your skin against it, only pressure and heat. He didn't like it.

He shook his head, and you smiled, kissing him again as you carefully undid the watch with your mouth still on his, pulling back to see his metal arm visible again, and you intertwined your fingers with his, metal against skin.

You did the same with his other hand, intertwining your fingers, before lifting them both above his head, pressing them into the mattress. You knew he could very easily break out of your grasp, but that didn't make the sight any less pleasing.

You rocked your hips against his, just as you did before, and he groaned, lifting his own hips, seeking more friction.

Reluctantly, you released his hands, and quickly took off your underwear, leaving you naked above him, before you took his off too.

You couldn't possibly be any wetter, your inner thighs a mess of slick as you watched his cock slap against his stomach, painfully hard and leaking at the tip.

"Fuck, James. D'you know how beautiful you are?" You asked, slowly touching the underside of his cock, tracing an enticing vein, before gripping him in your hand and squeezing him.

A moan slipped past his lips, hips lifting from the bed again.

He shook his head in response to you, smiling, "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

He flipped you both over again, his hands tracing your body, lingering in certain areas, squeezing your breasts, caressing your stomach, lifting your thigh to rest on his hip, dipping between your legs to press down on your clit, "You're fuckin' breathtaking, doll, and so fucking wet."

He gathered some of your wetness on his fingers, and dipped them back into his mouth again for a taste, moaning around them.

"I wanna eat you so bad, kitten." He lowered himself to you, resting on his elbows on either side of your head, kissing your neck.

"Later. I need you inside me, James." You pressed your core against him, and he nodded, reaching between the two of you to line himself up, slowly easing inside.

You both moaned as he slid inside you, Bucky's eyes fluttering shut, savouring the sensation whilst trying desperately hard not to give in to the urge to immediately bury himself at the hilt, and fuck you without a moments hesitation.

His hips twitched, cock throbbing inside of you, both of you were so desperate for this, and when he finally pulled his hips back, and rolled them back to yours, it was relief like no other.

His first few thrusts were slower, so enraptured by how you felt around him, hot and wet, and fucking perfect. Eventually, he started to speed up, but favoured fucking you harder, rather than faster. He didn't want this to end too quickly.

You were sprawled beneath him, biting your lower lip and moaning with every stroke of his cock against your walls, his body completely draped over yours so with every roll of his hips, his pelvis stimulated your clit. When he started to fuck you harder, repeatedly hitting a spot deep inside you that made you see stars, you were crying out in pleasure, already feeling close to another orgasm.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good, y'know that? I'm never gonna get enough of this, gonna want to fuck you all the time, 'm never gonna think of anything else." His forehead was resting on your shoulder, one of his hands on your stomach as his other held him up on the bed, "I want you to be mine. Mine to fuck, mine to kiss, mine every minute of the day. God, I want everyone to know, sweetheart, want them to know you're James' girl."

You were moaning with every word, nodding along, whining when his hand drifted lower, his thumb hovering over your clit, but staying completely still, teasing you.

Your heart was so full, just like your cunt, and you hoped to god he'd follow through on his promises, you needed to be his, just as much as you needed him to be yours.

"James, please." You begged, arching your back into him, and he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you, smiling with a shake of his head.

"You beg real pretty, doll, but you can do better than that. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Your eyes practically rolled back, fuck, you loved hearing him talk like this, "I want to cum, please."

He nodded, leaning in close to you, "You want to cum? I'll let you cum, princess."

He began to rub your clit in steady circles, keeping up a steady rhythm that dragged you so close to release.

"C'mon, come for me, sweetheart."

Your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm rushed over you, and you gripped Bucky's hair tighter, your cunt clenching around him sending him head first into his own orgasm, his hips stuttering against yours as he came inside you, filling you up with his seed.

His forehead was pressed to yours, both of you slowly coming down from your high, and Bucky waited till you'd caught your breath to lean down and kiss you, slower this time, savouring the taste of you as best he could.

You kissed him back eagerly, aftershocks of your orgasm washing over you and making you clench down on him, still inside of you. Bucky groaned into your mouth, before he hesitantly broke the kiss, and leaned back to slide out of you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, such a fucking mess we made." He breathed roughly, glancing down between your legs, watching his cum seep out of you, so turned on by the filthy sight, before looking up at you again, tracing his eyes up your body, completely bared to him. He took in every detail, and smiled at your flushed cheeks, "You're so fucking beautiful."

You smiled back at him, shaking your head as you wrapped your legs around him and reached out, pulling him back down to you to nudge your nose against his, watching the way his nose scrunched up when he smiled, "So are you."

He huffed a laugh and kissed you, before burying his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you and holding you as close to him as possible, practically laying completely on top of you, though he held most of his own weight. As much as you would completely, happily welcome the weight of him on top of you, you also know that breathing is kind of a necessary thing to survive... sadly.

"We need to shower." He murmured against your skin, rubbing his stubbly jaw against your shoulder.

You hummed and nodded, raking your nails across the surface of his back.

"We should probably talk too." He followed, keeping his face hidden from your sight.

"We should, but I don't think there's much to talk about that we haven't already. We both want each other, and not just physically."

He lifted his head and gazed down at you, his expression vulnerable, more vulnerable than you'd ever seen him, even with him naked above you, "So... like lovers?"

You smiled at the old-fashioned term, much preferring it to boyfriend and girlfriend, and you nodded, gently brushing hair from his face, "I'd love that, Buck, if you want that too?"

"Yes, I want that, so much."

"Good, let's make it official then."

He nodded smiling down at you, before he stood from the bed, and he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to the hotel en-suite like he had carried you to the bed earlier.

"You're my girl now, sweetheart." He whispered to your ear, loving the way it sounded on his lips.

"And you're my guy." You replied, kissing his nose.

"Sure am." He smiled proudly, setting you down on the bathroom sink as he turned the shower on, before he turned back to you, leaning on his hands, which rested either side of you, "I will be taking you out on a date when we get back, just so you know."

"I can't wait, baby."

[biibini]

first night together NSFW modern!mizu x reader pt 2

tags: riding, fingering, wlw, she stretches your insides, hair-pulling, holding hips, lots lots lots of moaning, hickies, mizu watches you ride her like a cowboy yeehaw

a/n: unfortunately i’m 9 months late :,) but this is a continuation of this request. I'm currently changing up my format but ngl the halftone looks so good. what do yall think?

18+ content ahead!

It’s funny, really. 5 minutes ago, you were worried about the spilled tea staining her. Now you've left another stain on Mizu's clothes.

It isn't visible yet, but you're sure she wouldn't mind this one either.

Sitting on top of her lap, her hands surround your thighs, inching closer and closer up to your hips with every caress. Her hands weren't the only things busy with you. Her lips were occupied with your neck, busy leaving fluttering kisses over the surface.

"Mm, you just smell so good.", Mizu comments, her voice low and quiet, before returning to work.

With every touch, you feel a knot continue to twist below your stomach. Deep down, you hope it won't be too long of a night. You couldn't stand the idea of waiting for her touch.

Her lips pepper your neck with kisses, leaving the night air to cool the burn, making you hum with every touch. Hearing your little squeaks motivates Mizu. Truthfully, it makes her go crazy. As for you, every touch makes your panties dampen.

She takes a deep breath before she attacks your neck with another kiss. You groan once again, thinking it's another direct attack. However, it's different than those beforehand. You feel her lips, now puffy and a vibrant red shade, stick to your neck longer than usual. In the middle, you notice a sucking sensation as Mizu's hands crawl closer to your ass, cupping each check with her hands and slowly firming her grasp.

"M-Mizu!", you yelp.

You feel her immediately pull away, staring up at you in confusion. You won't lie, she looks really cute right now: her face is covered with a deep shade of red, her eyes shimmer a deep blue, wide and lost, almost like a puppy waiting for their next trick.

"Did I do something? Was it too much?", she questions, her hands pulling back from your cheeks.

Was I going too fast, Mizu thinks.

"No, I just-", you start.

"I got carried away, I'm sor-"

"No, don't be!"

Now Mizu was also confused.

"It's good. You're doing... really good, honest.", you admit.

Mizu stares at you, gauging your reaction. You were looking down, avoiding her gaze, biting your lip all at the same time. Was there something you didn't want to tell?

"Really good?", Mizu asks, curious for your answer.

You could only nod, too shy to admit to the full truth: eagerly waiting for Mizu's touch all over your body.

"Really good.", you answer.

Verbally, you couldn't admit that truth. Physically, it was a different story, as Mizu felt your hips subtly rock against her body.

Oh. Ohhhh.

A bulb lights in Mizu's head. She places her hands on your hips, pulling you closer to her thigh, hoping to get another answer from you. Instead, she felt a damp spot on the shorts she gave you. She looked down to find a dark blue spot below in between your thighs.

"How so?", she repeats, a teasing tone behind her answer.

Her breath tickles you. You feel her hands guide your hips to her thigh, pulling you up and down on her. With every motion, she watches the spot on the shorts begin to grow. With every grind, the heat between your legs grew hotter and hotter.

"S-So good.", you confess as you attempt to hold back your pants.

Your eyes continue to look down, finding something to stare at other than her alluring gaze. She's already being a tease, moving your hips by her own will. You can't possibly handle more.

Mizu, on the other hand, continues to move your hips, deepening her grip on you and following your motions. You feel her slender fingers squeeze the skin in hopes of becoming physically closer to you. You follow suit, grinding against her thigh, letting your soaked panties further stain the shorts she gave you. You indulge with every move, pushing down little by little to further satisfy yourself. Eyes shut, you quietly moan at every touch.

It was supposed to be a gentle, soft, slow type of night. It was your first time staying the night with Mizu! A part of you was confused by your desperate longing. You knew you couldn't last a long night at the previous pace, but god, control yourself!

Little did you know that Mizu was also thinking the same thought. As nice as it was to be gentle and leave loving kisses up and down your figure, she knew she couldn't last a long time at a snail's pace.

It wouldn't hurt to pick up the pace, right?

Every part of your body was addicting: your soft lips, your voice whimpering with every thrust, your hips moving against her, your plush thighs pushing against hers. Feeling your inner thighs rocking back and forth, pushing down with every grind to satisfy your clit, you wrap your arms around Mizu. You spot her shoulder and rest your head, amplifying your moans to her right ear. You tighten your embrace with her, staying as close as you physically can as you ride the pulsing sensation below.

So while you were busy riding her thigh, she lessened her grip with every thrust. Now, she was enjoying the show you were putting on.

"Having a good ride?", Mizu teased.

You nodded, panting into her ear.

Mizu places her hands down your back, slowly following the arch down your lower back. You watch her gaze staring at your lower body in awe, concentrated on your riding, while her hands continue to caress you, up and down. With every movement, you faintly feel her thumb pressing down on your skin, outlining circles with the pad of her thumb. With the stability of her hands, you attempt to keep up the original pace to satisfy your throbbing bud.

Your grip, however, loses strength with every grind, pushing your weight on Mizu's chest.

You hear her chuckle in amusement as your hips stagger with each thrust.

"Want to change it up?", she requests.

"Mmhm", you answer, nodding your head into the crook of her neck.

The hum of your voice vibrates against Mizu's neck, comforting her in the intimate position you were in.

"We'll need to take off those shorts beforehand.", she guides her hands down to your lower back, patting down the edge of the shorts with a few playful smacks.

You attempt to pull them off, still stuck and straddling Mizu's leg. With her help, the shorts are thrown across the room as you await Mizu's next instructions. Mizu pulls your waist closer to her body, keeping you straddled on her lap as your panties stain her pajama shorts as well.

"Ready for me?", you hear her breathily whisper into your ear.

Blood rushes to your cheeks, Her words instinctively make your legs squeeze closer, igniting the flame below. You were so ready for her. Forget going slow. Your walls are practically aching for her touch.

"Y-Yeah...", you groan out.

The word 'gentle' was thrown out the window 5 minutes ago. The only thing filling your mind was filthy thoughts begging for Mizu's touch.

Mizu pulls her left hand away from your behind, now moving in between your thighs, inching closer to your swollen clit. Her legs move apart below you, forcing your legs to widen the gateway to your dripping entrance. You feel her fingers gently pull the soaked fabric to the side, only leaving the air standing in the way between you and her fingers.

Mizu aligns her middle finger to your entrance, gently sliding up and down your dripping heat. You groan from the touch, your feedback echoing into a sweet melody to Mizu's ears. You feel the pad of her finger apply pressure as it circled your throbbing clit.

"God, you're soaking wet.", Mizu notes.

Her lips return to your neck, hoping to leave another mark to blossom later, as her fingers continue to caress the outside of your entrance. With every tickling kiss, she made her way down to the collar of the old shirt you gave her. You take it off, leaving you naked atop her lap.

Mizu stares at your bare chest, admiring her view, before continuing down her path. Every kiss planted by her lips singes your skin, leaving little maroon marks behind. At eye level, it was front-row seats to your chest for Mizu. And she took quick advantage of that.

You feel Mizu's tongue lick from below your chest to your nipples, flicking against their hardness. At the same time, Mizu wraps her middle finger with your slick, entering it inside your achy walls.

"A-Ah! Mizu!", you moan in response.

With every thrust of her finger, your walls contract and flex against every push and pull, slowly sucking her in. From your dripping entrance to your hard nipples, all you can do is moan from the stimulation over and inside your body. You feel another digit enter inside, making you moan once again. Your hips begin to shake, slowly matching Mizu's pace.

The grip her right hand has on your hip tightens, assisting your hips with your movements. Every dip into her fingers reaches deeper and deeper into your insides, making you gush out liquid on her hand below. You kept up the pace, leaving the room to be filled with your pants and Mizu's groans muffled by your chest.

Mizu pulls back, enchanted with the view of your hips grinding against her fingers. With every pant, she watches you chase the pleasurable feeling. Her grip fastens as her fingers hit deep inside, every knuckle inside your gummy insides, now brushing against the ceiling.

And oh boy, does it feel good when that twist in your lower stomach tightens every time you bottom out on her slender fingers.

With every thrust, you tightly wrap your arms around Mizu, pulling her closer to you. It’s an intimate position, facing one another, skin to skin, sweating against one another, connected by her fingers stretching your insides.

You feel her fingers curl, searching for that one spot. Her exploration makes your clit throb once again, your walls clamming against her digits, your back arching back. The more she searches, the tighter you grip onto Mizu, your hands searching for a place to hold onto.

Your hands crawl up the back of her neck, grabbing onto her lower scalp, hoping to ease the intensity of your throbbing clit. Mizu finds the spot, tightening your grip on her smooth, raven hair.

You hear a loud groan from Mizu vibrate into your chest. Before you can even process, you feel her fingers pound into you, fast and deep, making you moan louder than ever before. Aiming to hit the right spots, Mizu keeps her grip on your hip, controlling the intensity of the pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuckkk Y/N”, she moans into your breasts, laying her head atop of them.

You hear her voice mix with the gushing sounds from every thrust she made alongside your moans and pants. This was the very opposite of her promise earlier this night. How very gentle of her.

“What- ah- happened to being so- mm- gentle?.”, you attempted to tease, trying to string a coherent sentence together while her fingers hit that spot again and again.

Mizu smiles, her breathe jagged against your skin.

“Fuck that.”, she answered, her thumb dragging across your clit.

You yelp in response, feeling that knot edging closer and closer to your release. You push your hips downwards, deepening the angle to get closer to your release.

“You feel so so— ah— good on my fingers.”

Her thumb draws circles around your clit, the pad of her finger applying more and more pressure in tandem with her thrusts. Her fingers, your walls, you could feel it all. You could feel yourself inch closer and closer to your release, almost reaching your peak.

Her fingers inside you curl up again, hooking your throbbing walls as the digits shook inside of you.

“Aah- Mizu!”, you moan out, releasing everything, your liquid gushing out like a fountain all over her tired fingers.

Finally hitting your release, you let everything go. The weight of your hips collapse onto her fingers. Your tight grasp on Mizu’s scalp loosens. Your final cry of pleasure erupts as her digits start to slow their speed.

You pull back to see Mizu panting and looking down, distracted with how her hand was practically covered by your slick. Amazed, she slowly pulled out her slender fingers, making you groan again from the lack of stretch below. Her grip on your hip softens, gently stroking your side up and down.

“C’mere, you liar.”, you tease, pulling her close to you, lips interlocking with hers.

—

The morning after was quiet and gentle. You woke up to the sunlight peeking through the blinds, forcing you to turn and face away from Mizu. She groans to the movement, snaking her hand around your lower stomach, carefully pulling you closer to her body. The warmth of her hand heats up your stomach, comforting you into a soft morning cuddle.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Half awake, Mizu hummed in disagreement. You heard her stir behind you, as you felt her get closer to your back, her lips kissing from your neck down to your shoulders. Every touch tickled you, the softness of the sun waking you up.

While distracted with her kisses, you found her hand starting to climb up your upper body, inching closer and closer to your soft chest: aiming to fit a squeeze or two before you could notice.

You huff, amused by her boldness in the early hours. You think how was so bold last night to make you ride atop of her— that’s for another time to dwell on that.

“You promise to be gentle?”, you tease.

Mizu pauses her kisses, letting her hand reach your breasts. You feel her slowly fondling with them, acting as stress balls as she finds an answer.

Her mind goes back to a couple hours ago, consumed by the view of you riding on her fingers, moaning and yelping with every thrust, the feeling of your slick gliding over her fingers while your walls stretch with every thrust.

“Mmm… we’ll see.”

[rexlroze]

Self Insert

Doc Ock! Hobie x Spider Persona! Roze

Enemies to Forced Allies to Lovers dynamic kinda thing

Ehehjdekf i got lazy in the shading and gave up on all the metal and cloth shading cuz y'know why not, don't mind- so um Wild card week hah. Might be OOC idk man I'm so done. Really enjoyed making the outfits but coming to a final design is a PAIN IN THE ASS. I like Roze's (feels weird talking in 3rd person) suit but idk how i feel about the colors.

@the-kr8tor Pookie enioy Doc Ock! Hobie

Ngl I don't think I've ever done a self insert before mainly cuz i feel like a narcissist when i did but lifes too short to gaf anymore🙏

Okay beeye, *Goes out to buy milk*

Banner by @thats-a-mushroom

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Meet Velvette📱🧶

Meet my take on Velvette! I had LOT OF FUN with this one! She’s reviewing Pentabucks newest drink!(being its top influencer can get you it for free!)

My Velvette’s more involved with social media/advertising/trends rather than owning all of Hell’s fashion indurstry. She’s basically a social marketer/influencer who uses her influence to support and advertise a lot of the overlords and high influence peoples businesses, products and services. She’s def still into fashion, I imagine she has something like a Bergdorf Goodmans, luxury end store and probably collabed with other fashion brands). I also see her own some fo the trendiest resteraunts, clubs, beauty salons, etc. def sewn herself into big brands!

I’ve heard she was suppose to be a doll because her pilot look mouth alluded a bit to stitching and wore frilly clothes.

so I ended up making her a rag doll! Doll’s are very popular to sell, especially to sell additional objects such as fashion, accessories, etc. Basically she sells herself out to the public eye 👁️. There’s also a bit of sewing terms that fits with social media such as “Pinned”, “Threads”, etc.🪡📍

And rag dolls are known for their adaptability(perfect for trend setting Vel)! I styled her outfit as a kinda tweaked modern outfit of Raggedy Anne/Andy’s outfit. The jumper and black booties. Restyled into a more flashy romp jumper and heeled boots 👢 Even made it to her name, VELVET!

Ngl many friends of mine have said she gives off Monster High vibes(I feel like 2000’s cartoons def inspired me). As well as Lalaloopsy!!!!!!! I was also a bit inspired by OG Millie’s outfit(love the double straps).

Put her in two shades of brown for a patchwork vibe! Another thing I’m going for with the rag doll theme is to allude to insecurity. I imagine she came from less glamorous origins. Didn’t have porcelain dolls like Charlie or plastic Barbies like all the other popular and rich girls, but simple rag dolls and stuffies. No matter how hard she tries to be like perfect porcelain or pretty plastic…she’s cursed to be seen as just some raggedy rag doll💔. I also imagine her death had something related to becoming…torn up(I imagine it wasn’t a pretty end)…

For this look, went with bubble braids made from balls of yarn 🧶 She has all kinds of hairstyles, from yarn, cotton, stitch on wigs and even real hair(from scalps of those who got on her nasty side, @a-sterling-rose suggested this). There’s even a type of hairstyle called “yarn braids”.

Wears fake nails 💅. Gel, acrylic, she’s made of cloth so she can adapt to any kind.

Gave her actual ears 👂 (added them on herself).

Clout Glasses 😎.

For her color scheme, @the-burd-lord suggested I'd go with RGB theme, colors on display screen(Vox is the leader and a screen) Ngl I was conflicted what colors to go with for the vees(Primary, Red blue purple etc). But then I realized when u mix those colors u get those other colors and then I decided to give the Vees two main color themes for each. One for show, the other their true colors! Velvette likes to use green, magenta and purple, for a visually pleasing vibe, light green and magenta for sweetness with purple/gold for luxury, but truth she’s a vain, envious clout seeker who has and will do less than ethic things for the likes. The two colors r also a mix of Val and Vox’s colors(uses them, advertises them to advertise herself!)

Played around with a assymetry color vibe for the envy vibe, thats she’s two faced 🎭. Having a deceptive social media personality like Miss Heed(less lovey dovey).

@lovesart23 video on Velvette really helped me consider what to do with her, like her beign Envy theme(she’s a clout chaser afterall). I LOVE her use of purples and greens for her! I also really dig the eye theme which mine in a sense does too. In this case, button eyes.

Added more weight on her a bit, to give off a more rag doll type body(especially with the limbs 🦾🦵)

Gave her black purple eyes with pink and mint button irises. Got Pin eyelashes 🪡📍

Her her a needle/selfie stick. Good for selfies, fashion emergency and stabbing people!

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

I’ve also done the Hazbin Gang, Mimzy, and even her associate, Vox 📺.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Raven and dexters first time in Queen castle during summer break? 👉🏻👈🏻

I’m going to warn you all now the next 4 fics that had been requested are all Dexven so if you are sick and tired of them idk what to tell you

Anyway earlier I saw a post asking what people think the good king looks like and ngl in his older age I imagined him as the snow king but with brown hair and glasses and obv a darker color pallet

I’m curious as to what you guys imagine him to look like so please leave a comment telling me

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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“All packed?” Dexter walked into Ravens dorm, his luggage in hand as he met with his girlfriend.

“Yup all packed. Excited to see my castle?” This year they had decided to spend the first half of summer together before he was set to go to the Charming family annual holiday.

“More than you can imagine.” He picked Ravens suitcase up and set it beside his before he swooped her in for a kiss.

“My dad should be here to pick us up so we should go down.” Dexter wasn’t going to lie, he was more than nervous to officially meet the good king.

Of course he had met him before but never in such a familiar manner. So he thought he had good reason to be a little nervous.

“I’ll grab the bags you go ahead.”

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The queen castle wasn’t what Dexter had ever imagined. He thought it be dark and brooding with an ominous feeling to it.

But as he set foot for the first time, he was awestruck. The castle was practically covered in big ornate windows with bright shades of blue and purple lining the halls.

“Dexter my daughter will lead you to your room. Now if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask.” The good king clapped him on the shoulder and walked of, leaving the couple alone.

“Come on I’ll show you my room first!” Raven grabbed Dexters hand and dragged up some flight of stairs. Once on the third level Raven pulled them in front of a pair of big oak doors.

She pushed the open and he was met with the sight of a room that looked like it was frozen in time. It had childhood toys and teddy bears in a corner and astronomy pattern bedding.

“Your room is really nice.” Raven thanked him and showed him further in. She had a distinct smirk on her face as she pulled them in a walk in closet.

“Now this might be my favorite part of my room.” Dexter gave her a questioning glance before she pushed him down on the small couch in the room.

“You wanna know why?” She nipped at his ear as she set herself on his lap. Dexter felt all the blood from his head travel down north in seconds.

He grabbed her hips and set her still as she grinded against him. “Because it gives total privacy.” She ran her hands up his chest, slowly undoing the buttons while kissing his neck.

Dexter tried to resist at first but the second she palmed him, all thoughts left his head and a lustful daze entered.

She pushed his shirt of and grazed his muscles as he gripped her head and brought her in for a kiss.

Their lips smashed together and he sucked at her lower lip, his hand slowly pulling her dress down. Raven thought he was being too slow and snapped her fingers making both their clothes disappear.

Dexter shifted in his seat as he flipped them over and set Raven on her back. They never once broke their kiss as she wrapped her legs around his hips and bucked against him.

Dexter hissed at her actions his hand doing a feeble job at stopping her. He trailed kisses down her chest and stomach until he got to her inner thighs.

Raven held his hair as he met her in place she most wanted. Tingles and shivers raced up her spine and a silent moan escaped her mouth.

She gripped his hair and pulled against him, the action caused Dexter to let out a small grunt before focusing on her again.

The pressure build up was so great Raven thought she’d pass out before her high even hit. But she didn’t have to worry about that as his tongue prodded her that peak was just beyond reach.

Dexter seemed to sense it as well, as just as she was about reach that peak he pulled away. Raven let out a cry of anger but he just smirked down at her while sucking at her jaw.

Before she could question him further she felt him grind against her, leaving her to feel dizzy. Dexter delighted at her reactions but he couldn’t bare teasing her or himself any longer.

Without warning he pushed in and they both let out a small moans of satisfaction. Dexter panted, sweat dripping down his forehead as he held still.

Raven bucked against him in indication and the feeling sent pleasurable shocks down his body.

He pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. In addition, they met together in a kiss of lust and passion so intense it felt blinding.

Raven met his thrusts half way, her own want to finish after being deprived earlier making her feel lust crazed.

Dexter didn’t mind at all, his own pleasure intensifying as he broke their kiss and started to suck deep hickeys in her neck.

“No… my dad will see…” her breathy words broke a fraction of his daze and he grabbed her lips again.

Everything felt over stimulated as he rocked his hips against her. Raven found that the high she had been chasing was coming a lot quicker than expected.

She muffled her moans with the back of her hand as she finally tipped over the edge with a muffled cry.

As her walls squeezed around him Dexter could hold on any longer. They both panted as he helped her up and placed a soft kiss on her head.

And as Raven snapped her fingers making their clothes reappear Dexter had to agree either way her.

This was the best part of her room and one he’d never soon forget.

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You can’t convince me that the charming family don’t have an abroad holiday each year and it’s something they aren’t known for

Anyway new fic coming by Tuesday and for some of you that beg me in my messages to write about anyone else it’s unfortunately a Dexven fic

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[talaofthevalley]

if it hasn't been asked already. revolver for the ask game? your postings are fun to read

smacks my desk MY BOY, THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM TO ME. also thank you that's so sweet of you to say

Why I like them/why I don’t Where do I even start-

He's one of the most honourable characters in the whole franchise. He's ridiculously composed, that the few times he's rattled you know it's significant. He's carrying the sins of his father like they're his own, even though he was eight when the incident happened. But it's like he understands he's the only one who can carry that burden and deliver closure to the ones affected because he wasn't one of the perpetrators, but was still involved and wrapped up in it all.

But he's also a dork who strikes poses during duels. His deck consists of gun and bullet dragons. He's so extra and camp in the best way and is never not taken as a very serious threat. He's one of the strongest duelists in the show. He doesn't consider himself a victim of anything. He was willing to die at the end of S1. He regularly finds the villain of the arc/his enemies first and almost murks them. He's connected to flower and ocean imagery. He gave one of the most beautiful description about loved ones who has passed away I've ever heard. He cares So Much but isn't the best at showing it, yet can help in just the way others need. He hates himself so damn much. But does not let that get in the way of what he believes needs to be done. But he's not completely close-minded either.

Ryoken's just such an amasing character. I love him so much.

What I like about their appearance Everything Since I did the same for Aoi I'll do both his real world and LV designs.

Ryoken: Gorg. Beautiful beautiful boy. I love the soft tones used for his eyes and the blue in his hair. The feathery side bangs are so pretty. And I'm so weak for white hair. I'm not above to admitting I'm not fond of his outfit, but that's just because it's very far from my taste in clothes. I don't think it's as bad as people claim it is though. Love his pink shirt, and that his colour scheme overall in the real world is very soft-toned and almost pastel in contrast to the bolder colours used in his avatar. And of course the eyes, and the eyelashes. My god he is so pretty.

Revolver S1: I like this design! I do think it's usurped by his second avatar, but they share a majority of the same elements and design points, so I'll cover those in the next part. I think his mask is pretty cool ngl, and it's Very yummy to chew on for analysis. The red hair with lighter shades running up the sides looks great as well.

Revolver S2-3: I do think this is just, an absolutely banging design. The way it's separated into parts through use of colours and lines. Love the long gloves, and the coat is so cool, it really adds to his presence. The second avatar did a good I think by adding these cut-ins at the hips to give it more definition and volume.

The new hair colour is really good too, adds another change besides the mask showing more of his face to show his growth from the last time we saw him. Like a visual sign he's mellowed out after the breakdown he had in the S1 finale. Especially love the grey-violet eye colour they gave him, it's really nice. And that visor.... I know it's a crime they hide half of his beautiful face, but it's also so exciting to catch glimpses of his fringe under it. And it does look cool, I can't lie.

And of course I have to point out the bullet earrings. Top tier design. Just immaculate. It's so distinct and memorable. It even got made into official merch. Just iconic.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? His name only gets a letter hacked off in the dub, thankfully, but I cannot take Varis seriously. It's a bit silly, but also in my first language it's spelled and sounds very close to a word for something less than pleasant =_=

OTP Datastormshipping my beloved, datastorm my everything. I can say so much about them but it would make this post even longer.

NOTP Datastorm is such an otp to me that I don't romantically ship either Ryoken or Yusaku with any other character. I don't think anything comes close to NOTP status for me with Ryoken though.

OT3 But I can accept Ai into the mix, since I see him and Yusaku as very queerplatonic.

Favourite card they use Am I basic if I say Borreload Dragon. I love that giant gun boy so much. The colour scheme is very nice, especially with the contrasting teal wings.

But also. Mirror Force is so iconic. It is SO FUNNY they had Revolver use Mirror Force and built it up so much. And for Link monsters it technically is! They can't be put in defense position! How effective it is makes it even funnier. You know he was having a blast blindsiding people with all these old trap cards.

Favourite moment they were in I can't pick one oh god-

Okay but, seriously I can't pick just one. He has so many good moments over the course of the show. All the duels against Yusaku. The first irl conversation he has with Yusaku. First time using Storm Access. Crashing the Ignis reunion party and curbstomping Windy into putty. The due against Lightning. The AFTERMATH of the duel against Lightning. Both duels against Takeru. The final scene between Ryoken and Yusaku. Yeah no I can't pick one. And a lot of his best moments are built from past scenes and the development he's had across the show.

Least favourite moment None, my perfect boy has done nothing wrong in his whole life- /j

[blackstarchanx3new]

I LOVE YOUR RED DESIGN SO MUCH

He is SO OOOUUUUUUUUUHHHHGGGGG

all your designs for the fsr cast are so so so tasty i love them all ooouwwwaahhhwhwhhwhwhwaahaewawawaaa

Thanks! XD

There's no competition, I love the new one SO MUCH.

Trying to make them all look different while still having that Link flare is a challenge but fun.

His pink hair is such an improvement over the bright red that blended WAAAY to much into his hat.

Trying to draw his eyes more similar to how Akira does as well.

I made him slightly paler and Blue slightly less pale to give them some skin variation.

Red's hair and skin were blending too much imo before I made him paler. Working with various shades of red and pinks is so hard agh.

Gave him a more cherry red tunic too + a red for his belt and hat rim.

I'm taking this as an opportunity to talk about things I love about drawing/designing them.

Blue's super long side burns are a favorite design choice tho. XDDDD

Blue also has a more unique nose shape being inspired by the noses in Soul Eater.

Him having no tights I think shows his wreck-less nature. XD

Thicc eyebrows are visually tasty and don't let anyone say otherwise-

Vio's face + hair is a favorite of mine. He has such a draw-able face.

Him wearing twilight princess Link's outfit is very fitting for him I think.

Him always having his sword visible is annoying to draw but also shows he perpetually has it there is kinda off-putting.

It's also SUCH a stark contrast when in the head space he has no armor and is in way less clothes. I wouldn't call them "revealing" because they're not, but they are compared to his 100% head to toe covered look in the real world. No armor, no long sleeve shirt no long tights. Just a baggy t shirt and shorts lol.

His tunic having a chainmail layer underneath is fun, Vio is the most armored up Link out of the four atm with his arm guards PLUS chainmail.

Vaati is literally color-picked from minish cap and his design is taken right from that too, but playing around with him reverting back to Wind demon mode is super fun art wise.

His colored Akira art is so desaturated agh. XD

I'd love to give Vaati a new outfit at some point tho.

Dark's blank slate design is a favorite of mine. He's so dang cute but I'm very excited to draw him in new things when he gets a new outfit. I think atm tho it draws attention to his creepy chest eyeball, changing hair and his expressions more since his outfit IS so bland.

I just love Link. He is so precious to me. Trying to work in all the colors from the four of them was a challenge but also really satisfying in the final design I think.

I just love how Green is tiered and his hair is similar to Link's but with a cap on. Also he makes me like the color green I typically don't like working with green. XDDDD

His hair is a MESS and inspired by Oracle of ages manga Link's hair. Specifically how it tilts down instead of sticking upward like in FS.

Him wearing Ocarina of Time Link's outfit is fun but I think it works better on Shadow. XDDDD

I'm really happy people liked Gannondorf because I struggled hah. My art style is more simple than Akira's but I'm glad I could capture the essence of Gannondorf. UwU

Like, he was mostly inspired by Twilight Princess Gannon with Wind Waker and Ocarina Gannon flare.

Ngl I love how OOT Link's outfit looks on Shadow Link. He looks so edgy.

The hot topic boots and different toned brown for his chest belt and actual belt are just the cherry on top. XD

I try to keep his hair in line with how it's drawn in FS because it gives him a unique silhouette when he's a shadow.

Though I'd love to design him more Gannondorf inspired attire like his desert cloak.

His TP manga Midna inspired look was mostly due to me wanting to find a way to show his expressions while ALSO showing he is an entirely black shadow.

Anyways yeah, FSR is very fun to work on visually XD

[fever-project]

I took a first aid class today and geminiskulleta and I have this hc that ravio has a really high like. Cold resistance but fucking dies whenever it’s like. Mildly like warm outside

SO NATURALLY I THOUGHT HEY. WHAT IF WE GAVE RAVIO A HEAT STROKE IN THE MIDDLE IF THE BATTLE FIELD AND THERES ONLY

Wars

Tetra

Yuga

Mask and wind

Impa

WITH HIM

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN

Lamo, yeah I can definitely see him getting heatstroke-especially since that robe he wears is not making him any colder.

I don’t know much about heatstroke, but I have briefly looked it up 👍 heat exhaustion comes beforehand, with dizziness, exhaustion, nausea, etc. Things escalate with heatstroke, with the symptoms getting much worse and there being a high chance of death. That’s the extremely simplified explanation.

So I pictured that Ravio was already showing signs of heat exhaustion before the battle. He had a canteen on him, and emptied the whole thing before the battle started. I image that they are all fighting against Yuga. Who would immediately call out how sweaty and pathetic Ravio looks. He would point and laugh. Then the fight would start while Ravio is actively trying to not die from the heat.

Then midway through the battle, Ravio just collapses on his own, a bit aways from the actual battle. Yuga points and laughs while Tetra and Wars rush over to him, with Impa doing her best to cover them while the others continue to fight.

Ravio robe? Get that off, he has clothes underneath, it’s fine. They drag him to the area with the most shade, with them also desperately trying to get Ravio to drink their coldish water in a panic. He’s barely conscious, staying awake from sheer will alone.

It takes the group a bit to remember that Wind has ice arrows that be never uses during to war lol. They use those to help cool Ravio off while Mask beats the life out of Yuga with his Fierce Deity powers.

The children are panicking ngl, they don’t really know how to deal with this. Impa and Wars are laser-focused on making sure that Ravio doesn’t die on the spot. He gets better but it was a very stressful time for everyone involved. Except for Ravio who was barely conscious. He is very damp(he got spritz-spritz with a bunch of water)by the time they get back to camp. Still barely conscious but is holding on.

Anyways Ravio is no longer able to wear his robe from this point forward. Unless they are somewhere cold, otherwise no robe. Tetra makes ice bullets for gun specifically so she can shoot at Ravio whenever he tries to put on his robe at the wrong time. Also I just remembered she has water bullets in the game lol she definitely uses those as well, especially while they were going back to camp. Water guns are great for summer weather 🔫

Oh and uh, Yuga survived the smack down from Maks and now has plans against Ravio-and, in turn, the other time crew members-now. He just needs to convince Volga to help him out.

[gerard5d]

remembered some of my host design thoughts from 2020 just gonna straight up copy and paste them some grammar mistakes don't mind that too much

host design progress/thoughts/etc/etc

schmitty - when i listened to his (scared) tmp2 voicelines i imagined him (and did like 2 doodles) as a humanoid red quip. whether or not that's because me and my friends memed said quip a lot and i began assoisating the quip with schmitty might...idk be up in the air lol.

anyways i basically made him a human verison of the red quip and my human verison for him came later

cookie masterson - i think i listened to his F U easter eggs? and then boom. cookie, made his tie a ...cookie tie bc of his name lol

REDACTED - i think i listened to the tmp1 " voice reveals "? i forgot, man it's only been two months. anyways i know i based their look soley on something said on their tumblr page, " based raised in the woods ". and i made their " not shadowy " form not too long after

to quote myself: " well hes a serial killer or something right " . oh and i believe i made his shirt purple bc that color is sometimes associated with evil! woo. as for my first take on his Totally normal man in society he did not seem like a guy that could play off being a Totally normal man in society. he had fricking pink eye and was bleeding from his mouth and looked really sickly

todd - ah the funny internet man! my first design for him ..funky hair. i know i went through like 3 hairstyles for him and whether or not i wanted to give him shorts.

the 3 things that stayed through out all the designs are: shades, fire tie/fire on the pants and green crocs. now that i think about it his clothes are weird lol..

nate - soley based on his F U easter egg. " i'm pretty (fricking) expensive. " i also wanted to use a different head shape.

from my first sketch of him, nothing has really changed except for the stripes on his tie

guy towers - oh fgod my first reference drawing of him, the colors and design are pretty much the same now except i changed his shoes a bit and give him a short ponytail

idk hes the sports guy and sports people wear visors...yea

oh my gosh i think i gave guy a ponytail bc of some " au doodle/ the whereabouts of the ydkj hosts "

binjpipe - oh uhhhhhh ,is pink , hair shapes a b, she is the only character with a eye color (i guess bc i didnt really bother giving eye colors to any of my hosts)

my design for it has not changed, the onyl thing i added recently was circuits on her hands! bc . idk circuits are cool

schmitty but human - ohhey i found it, i imagined in his ydkj days hes just...pretty tired. hence gray hairs! and i know the tie i very loosely based on Funny Faster Funnier or wahtever it is

dr ro (hc name: dr.rangsey) - short science girl! idk i think the phrase " lab safety is mint colored! " fits her and thats something i thought about..and her colors are based on her game

again her design did not change much i think i just made the labcoat look better

hfelicia - ohhh i remember really wanting to make a design for her . i was like I GOTTA DO THIS.. and tentacles were a requirement. and a eyeball in her hair

one sketch i have is her with eyes on her arms which i believe i did put in, in her monster form . ok i just found when i got around to linearting and coloring, i realized her outfit was too similar to the mother in her game so i changed it (and ngl i was thinking of maid outfit kinda) i looked up vintage clothes and gave her something from that, and red shoes lol

guesspionage host (hc name: abigail s) - oh!! i doodled him on paper first, my final design is pretty different my gosh

my next sketch for him then has boots and a different head shape , uhh yea, eventually i made the shoes Not fricking big and i gave him some cool glove thing with...circuits! bc to quote on my reference page " epic shocking prank ". ngl that was mostly bc of gandra dee in dt17 bc she has nanobots or whatever on her hand and its pretty cool and i thought this host would be the kind to get stuff like that

and could be used for self defense i think? shocking hurts and its like ..opposite of binjpipes' kinda. his are on the palm while hers are on the opposite of the palm (??i dont know my human terms)

dandelion - design hasnt changed much either! and i hc him to be schmitty's brother so i uhh yea made them look similar somewhat. BUT MAN THE SHOES IN HIS FIRST DESIGN............not great. i added a bit more to his suit..jumpsuit? in my latest design for him! swaggy

buzz lippman - when i first heard him there were 2 things i know were needed - a tophat and yellow glasses

my first design for him isnt different from his latest deisgn, i jsut gave him a blue tie. blue as to tie into nate bc theyre cousins and i gave nate a yellow tie os yea

dixie - aww my first sketch for her was cute, i wanted something flowy, i made her somewhat angelic! and her dress has clouds ..and the thing around his waist and her cape are supposed to represent the millions of words made up! (vaguely bc no way am i gonna write words there) oh and the cape is kinda uhh like her wings persay!

civic doodle hostress and old man - AHHA my first doodle of old man was just a stick figure bc thats how hes shown in the ride. and i gave them both stick figure forms bc why not? EHAj i wasnt sure what colors to give to them at first so i used ms paint colors, AND OLD MANS BEARD WAS MADE OUT OF POMPOMS..God haa i didnt give him a beard at first when i finalized both of their designs

gene - referenced from his ingame look in sti, thought hed be a office guy so yep! and his pants have pixels similar to todd's sleeves , bc they are kinda a duo right

helen - awhhg she looks pretty anger in her first sketch and latest design...i thought of her color being green at first and man her skin color was more sickly

otherwise her hair style and form havent really changed. ohh there was a short time where i thought she was the ceo of binjpipe ..glad i didnt continue on with that thought, anyways stan helen bc she has to deal with 5 men sending each other to the bottom constantly </3 , or did so in teh ride

dot! - ah! my first digital sketch of her, really the two things that changed were her hairstyle and her pants. hairstyle is a thing thats stumped me several times lol, ooh her colors changed a bit too

ahh i wanted to give her a tuxedo shirt at first but i didnt 😔

bob - hairstyle REALLY stumped me with this one . and for my first digital sketch i quote myself " honestly keep seeing bob as bald " , then i saw the tvtropes page where it says he implies he has 80s hair or something and i was like " shit "

bidiots host (hc name: quant) - not much here, i based his suit on one i saw on a show we were watching in one of my classes. idk why i gave him a red gem thing tho, why not i guess!

dode - i know i looked up reference images for short hair! her design has changed p much the same the most ive changed were her colors

eventually i drew her ingame look :P

word spud host - literally a cardboard cutout, i think it was seriously inspired by box from inanimate insanity / a humanization of box that was a cutout cardboard and i thought it was nice

as for a serious design for them? maybe,

Ok um i guess the canvases are down here it goes august 2020 -> september 2020 -> started in 2021 minor edits here and then so this is most recent one 2023 -> december 2023

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

I would like you to info dump about the kirby gijinkas 👀

AVA I LOVE YOU UM UM SO!!!

kirby:just kid stuff like rain boots, hair accessories n overalls, they also have two designs-one for older games n one for newer games!! n a scrapped off old one cuz it looked too fancy </3 also the bag is angel themed bc i thought thatd just look cute ngl

bandana dee:as i said on another post i got inspired by smash dedede having a shirt that rly looks like the beginning of a yukata or a kimono!! also he doesnt have a mouth, design on the right was an early concept lol (by "isn't allowed" on the sheet i mean im not sure if having it over the haori could straight be an insulting mistake or if its just something most people would not think of doing bc why would you) i bullshitted an eye design but my best friend rly liked them so i never changed them lol

marx: i literally finished his final design yesterday.even tho nothing changed i just gave him elf ears bc he looks silly w them lol.anyways its just a jester design tbh? since his hat has two differing patterns i thought itd be neat to add both the sun and the moon from his little villain plan to his outfit (i miss his fluffy hat balls a little though </3) also he has no arms tho his wings can work as them sometimes.bc im a firm believer in always having characters who lack limbs in their original design either not have them or have a fun replacement

elfilin:theyre themed around a more cutesy aesthetic for angels n space! contrasting forgo and elfilis more dark theme of those, also w an inspiration of retro futurism! and yes their outfit is completely stupid and overly complicated thats part of the charm <3 theyre like a scene kid to me.also a little star bc all of kirbys friends get one.fun fact they had 4 beta designs bc nothing looked good

fecto forgo:(sorry for bad pic i need to redo its entire reference sheet) just an hospital gown w medical tomes that werent removed from them (my best friend gave me that idea n what to add lol), i think theyre best described as a blob of weird elfilis slime that can take a humanesque form rather than a human form that can blob, theyre constantly melting n all its veins are visible, theyre v cold to touch n in the tube their body flows in a way that gives them cherub imagery similar to what was intended w canon forgo, also its legs are useless, theyre very weak and unstable and not naturally formed (also since i picture the elfilis split as some uh.physical form?? of disassociative trauma random trivia when they front post game elfilins eyes get replaced w theirs, just for the aesthetic)(credits to my bestie for coming up w that interpretation lol)

shadow kirby:they get two designs like kirby, both inspired off theirs but just like.emo lol.dont ask why their hair started doing that its whatever reason they became purple in canon.they have overalls beneath that coat btw

and miscellaneous designs i havent given a final sheet to yet!! taranza and dark taranza r based off more fantasy victorian (? medieval???) clothing, susie is holographic bc i didnt want to give her gray shading n her limbs r all floaty (i imagine shes always making some weird electric noise due to that), gooey is just like cute tbh? their cape is based off their mock matter form, chuchus hair is based off the shape the octopus species she apparently is has, i dont have any notable commentary for drawcia or claycia (was that her name) other than drawcia is like a paint blob.also claycias supposed to be way chubbier but i underestimated how huge her coat would look.gotta fix that

thats all the ones i have!! GOD it feels good to finally share them lol

[unlikelysaintdelele]

I love remembering I have OCs for video games. The full game isn’t out yet, but the demo has me foaming at the mouth for more. So here are the girls and some brief descriptions~

They’ll develop more when the full game comes out.

The Unnamed: Samara

Romance: Ais, Kuras

She’s usually very patient and kind, but after finding out her blessing was actually a curse, her faith has been rattled. She’s snappy if pushed and a lil on edge. She felt very drawn to Kuras (something about him felt familiar) and Ais (the hive mind thing reminded her of the lies the temple told her about her curse, but it felt very different), distrustful of Leander (too charming), and doesn’t care too much about Vere (strong sense of danger). She finds Mhin amusing at best, rude at worst, and is only slightly taller than them. She likes baking, gardening, art, and languages (she liked being able to talk to everyone who visited the temple). She dislikes… bitter food and drinks ig.

She has rather average coloring and height, but she is by no means an average beauty. brown hair with deep waves and big brown eyes. I can’t out of my head that she has these soft pouty princess peach lips. I feel like kids would see her at the temple and think she’s a princess from a fairytale.

The Alchemist: Adrienne

Romance: Leander, Mhin

Tall, lithe, and long ass hair. Around four inches taller than Mhin, lol. She’s a bit reserved and may or may not trust a lil too easily. It’s a bit questionable because, despite being wary at first, Leander very easily won her over, there’s no way she’d get anywhere near Vere or Ais if she can help it. Mostly Vere. Being able to read Leander’s magic definitely helped. As for Mhin, their shared goal is what draws her to them, and she finds Mhin pretty. She really likes pretty clothing (and jewelry and shoes and faces) and history books. She dislikes ill-fitting or mismatched clothing, getting dirty, and not knowing.

Midnight black hair, it’s thick and well cared for. Since she’s a spellcaster, I wanted her to look magical as well, so I gave her violet eyes. I also imagine her tanned, around Vere and Elyon’s shade.

The Hound: Tori

Romance: Vere

Ngl, I liked Vere upon meeting him, but then I died when I followed him out the tavern so I noped out of that rq. I felt he deserved love nonetheless but the two other girls already have personalities that would avoid him at all costs. So Vere gets a big tiddie bimbo who is lowkey a muscle mommy. I say lowkey because she was kind of a runt when she was younger, always smaller than other kids her age, and she never quite grew out of that. She worked hard to earn her strength and takes pride in her scars. Anyways, Leander and Kuras’ charity doesn’t sit well with her and she just finds Mhin annoying. Ais is just funny to her and she’s a horndog for Vere. Suffocating between his thighs would be a good death. She likes fighting, money, and a certain red-haired demon.

She’s got a strawberry blonde hair situation that she keeps a little below chin length. Her eyes are green-blue, they look greener under direct lighting but are often mistaken for dark blue since she’s usually wearing a hood or in shadow. I like to imagine her with a bunch of freckles.

Side note: in my mind, Adrienne and Tori aren’t nearly as rattled by what happened in their backstories since they were raised to question and never fully trust what they first see. Adrienne because of her thorough education and Tori because she was literally raised by criminals. Samara was taught to trust, to not question, so her world was really turned upside down in her backstory. Tori is hurt but isn’t too surprised, more annoyed. Adrienne is… confused but powering through. She really looked up to her teacher, and would probably feel very broken up about it if she let herself, but she is too disciplined and determined to let herself get distracted by betrayal. Especially when she’s so close to a cure. Samara is just going a lil crazy but it’s good for her.

[allisonlol]

Wahh tysm for doing my request and I love your blogs<3

-Fyodor,Dazai and chuuya simp

And can I request how Fyodor, Chuuya,Dazai will react if their S/o randomly sit on their lap and moan then their S/o say "I want you"

And yes sorry again about my grammar ;-;

a/n: Y'ALL CHILL OMFG- jk jk i love this req let's go!! writing fyodor's part fr gave me butterflies??

warnings: nsfw (duh), mostly suggestive but kinda explicit?? idk

(Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor) Sitting in Their Lap & Saying 'I Want You'

Dazai

this mf had been teasing you ALL DAY at work

fleeting touches as he passed by, whispering words in your ear, looking you up and down from across the room

at one point you'd pulled him to the side and begged him to take you in an empty office room; that's how desperate you were

BUT...he'd refused. had simply smiled innocently at you and said "shouldn't we get back to work?"

so, needless to say, you were more than a little worked up by the end of the day :')

by now it was evening, and the last of the agency members had left except for you and dazai

you were putting away some files when the idea popped into your mind...it was your turn to tease him now

your desperation from earlier returns, and you stride over to dazai's desk before yanking the files from his hand, throwing them on the desk, and swiftly taking a seat in his lap

ngl he was surprised for a split second before giving you a coy smile & wrapping his arms around your waist

and that's when you lean forward and whisper "please, i want you" as needily as possible

^also making sure to move your hips back and forth for an added measure

his composure DROPS. buries his face in your neck while taking shaky breaths

practically rips your clothes off while shooting glances at the door and that's when you know you're in for it

Chuuya

lol did y'all see that chuuya won the "hottest bsd man" poll on twitter?? deserved

but anyway

you & your bf had been so busy the past week that you hadn't had any time for sex?!

your days had been spent running around on countless missions, and then by the time y'all got home all you did was collapse into bed

so...you're both a bit pent up

therefore once you finally had a less busy day, you decided to mess with him

you & chuuya were in his office: him at his desk finishing paperwork, and you in a chair across the room scrawling down a report for the day

^you finished your report and were staring at him lol, zoned out while admiring how pretty he looked while focused

and ngl it was making you feel all hot and bothered!!

figuring you both could use a break, you hopped up from the chair and approached his desk

chuuya gives you a tired smile as you approach, but his face quickly turns to confusion when you shove his chair back and drop yourself in his lap??

"baby..." you look up at him with the most pleading eyes you can muster, "i want you"

omfg. bro turns 50 shades of RED

you're all pressed up against him and you feel him start to get,,,excited while his breathing quickens

he's staring at you all wide-eyed and surprised until he regains control and pushes you back against the desk, looming over you & intending to give you just what you want

Fyodor

so, fyodor had been denying you recently?? every time you hinted that you wanted sex he would write you off & say some "just wait a little longer, dear" ???

you KNEW he was only doing it to tease and get a reaction out of you...and it was working

you were feeling so pent up that you'd contemplated just throwing yourself on the ground and begging him (certainly what he wanted), but instead opted for a less humiliating way

you were both preparing for bed when you couldn't stand it any longer

fyodor was already in bed, reading a book and pretending not to notice the way you were needily watching him from across the room

you approached him, slowly pushing the book out of the way before settling yourself in his lap

gently cradling his face in your hands, you're both silent for a few moments before you whisper "please fedya, i need you"

fyodor is looking up at you emotionlessly, and you feel tears of desperation start to prick your eyes

^once he sees this, his face softens and his lips twinge upwards into a smile

you let out a surprised squeak as he suddenly flips you over so he's above you, his arms trapping you on either side

"well, i certainly can't deny you when you ask like that, can i?"

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[written-beyond-the-grave]

Mikaelsons Black History Month

First off, I’m starting by saying that even though it is no longer Black history month it will always be melanin everyday and black people every day. And everything else under the sun, and if you don’t like it then the exit is to your left. Everything you own in the box to the left

Being part of the Mikaelsons is very fickle business and be some bs. Like really, you’re here with supernatural beings who are over 1000 years old. Who have traveled the world, gained endless knowledge, seen a lot of bloodshed, but you know what they haven’t seen? Their token human (black ofc) being ignant for black history month, I mean who even fully celebrates? How does one even celebrate?

Granted, they’re not racist. But with the writing Julie Pleck did she was playing honestly. That was the worst writing I've ever seen since who knows when. Maybe the nine lives of Chloe king or something? But in my originals universe they were probably racist in the beginning to an extent then grew out of it.

Anyways, they never met someone who celebrated until they met you!

Now repeat after me: I’m black y’all, and I’m black y’all. And I’m black and black and black y’all! FYM

Now…. picture this: A moderately quiet day in the Mikaelson household. Kol is minding his business for once, Rebekah is trying to find the perfect pics for her next instagram post, Elijah is enjoying a good read, and Klaus is organizing his art materials. But then here comes you, the human, opening the door and walking right in like you pay bills (none of them do but you get the picture) in the midst of the most deadly people. Walking in and greeting everyone, walking in with the most hotep, Dr. Umar bullshit getup they ever seen. Coming to America headass.

They recognize your footsteps from a mile away, so when you walk into the kitchen and no one really looks up at first it’ll be a sight to see a whole ass pelted lion on your back. The kente cloth hat (no idea the actual name for it, sorry babes), a saber tooth necklace (for my mans T’Challa), and the red stiletto nails with the afro out here banging.

SHEEEEEEEEESH

Once Elijah is done with his page he looks up to greet you, but then stops… Bitch, fuck is you wearing? This was worlds away from the sweats, and skinny jeans you wore on the daily.

“Greetings Y/N you look…. Fashionable.” Mans didn’t know what to say. Did he miss something about your Africna roots? Was there a holiday he hadn’t heard of, doubt it, but what else was there?

“Thank you Elijah.” You fluff out your lion pelt for added effect, if there was ever going to be one time you outdo the Mikaelsons’ especially Elijah in being dramatic with a coat or cloak of somesort, it would be now.

At this point the Kol and Rebekah have already looked up and were confused. Why are you dressed like that?

Kol is the first one to speak up “Darling, Rebekah likes a fashion show more than anyone, but why do you have a lion… on your shoulder.”

Lifting up your large ass shades you supplied an answer: “Black History Month”

They all looked at each other… they didn’t get it. Like they know what it is, but never actually understood how to celebrate and all that nor did they ever actually give it mind. When you saw that they weren’t making a connection, you started phase 1.

“Alexa, you know what to do.”

And there goes their manor playing: NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA I’M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NIGGA

LMFAOOOOO you got the white people shook. Klaus just dropped one of his expensive ass bottles of art sealants and is vamp speeding to the kitchen to figure out what the hell is going on. Elijah having a mid century crisis on how tf they even found you and deemed you worthy of being in their presence so casually. Kol is having fun in the back, still laughing at your get up. And Rebekah wishes she went to the mall instead, she wanted a girl bestie and got you instead rip

“WHAT IN BLAZES- Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DO- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! ALEXA STOP THE MUSIC-” And the big bad wolf has arrived. You put your finger to Klaus’ lips which stuns him bc… you’re still HOOOMAN like damn, death wish much? And you look this man, straight in his mit and say “Looks at, look at me” and pause for dramatic affect, “I am the captain now”

Room silent as hell till Kol starts cackling

You’ve made Dr. Umar proud, the ancestors are shining on you once again

With that you lead into a whole speech about the black struggle and black history month, bottom line: REPARATIONS. Because being the only nigga in the Mikaelsons (we don’t claim Marcel) is exhausting, white people shit everyday that you complain about in their faces

TBH at this point they’re indulging you in this escapade.

First victim is Elijah, you ask for his wallet. He gives you a look, I mean he does technically give you what you want and whatever (when y’all dating, refer back to my dating Elijah post), so he ask you why. Reparations sis why, but then you stop yourself. This man gives you his wallet every other day, half the time you not even asking. What could you rob this man of…. Ah. You ask him for the deed of one of his estates in Prague, why? Because you bitches can’t even spell Prague. And under section S line 45 subsection Y it does state that estates are eligible for reparations. Fuck 40 acres and a mule, you got 300 acres, some stallions in the back, a quite possibly haunted mansion, and a heavy dicked (yeah I said it, a sis been trying to reality shift) original who will turn you out by the end of the day and the end of the month…. Wait till women's history month boo

We know his pockets figgity fat, and it would be figgity wack to not get some

Ngl you take Kol with you so he can buy you food. Granted, he knows what you’re doing, but if he’s going to spend money on anything it will be thawed and it will be music. However, one thing leads to another and you’re both at Wal-Mart waiting to find a parking spot. You stole one off a white minivan trying to move in. Not thinking anything of it because who in this small ass Mystic Falls ass, clown ass town really about it? Apparently Karen.

But you know who else what about it? Kol (tbh mans had nothing but time, and he claims you so why tf not.) he out here NY stomping on her and coming at her for badly glued extensions. Cheap ass bitch, ain’t even blend in correctly.

After that Kol and you left with some groceries, a new story to tell, and a chopped cheese.

With Klaus, he frfr wasn’t finna do shit. Being ordered my a human? Lmfao, go find another simp sis. But… once you suggest that his art skills may not be up to par on what you have in mind as a new family room piece for your house he’s all ears. He knows what you’re doing, but… he still wants to prove you wrong. But anyways, you give him a theme… reverse racism. IK y’all, it’s not a thing, but mans has ideas. And he outdoes himself. That and the recreation of the moorish chief bc that man...mmmmm that man was giving.

Ok so Google wanna hoe me, but there was a painting of a black man in a kkk cloak and behind him were white people being hung from a tree. Say what you want, but that photo was fire. If any of you seen it please share it below.

Anyways

Rebekah tbh wants no part in this, but I feel like she’d gave when you ask her to give you all the finest dresses bc it’s an excuse to exhaust Klaus’ money.

Through the month you give the Mikaelsons a run for their money, and maybe sanity. Klaus is in the back trying to research who tf Dr. Umar is and why is he your inspiration

They had to pull you back when the sheriff asked you for your ID. You ask why you needed white man paperwork!

You are pleasing the spirits, what bonnie could never do lmfaooooo. The powers of you enemies aren’t prospering this month nor next month.

You’re not poor this month, anything you poor of is pouring a little more (bars nigga)

LMFAOOOO imaging asking the fam to go to paris, like, they not invited it’s a self trip funded my the Mikaelson Y/N Trust Fund of Public Decency ™

Klaus would be the first one to speak because this man is TIRED, “Love, why do you need a trip to paris? What’s in Paris?”

Knowing better, you look to Kol to answer the question, “I don’t know, Kol, who’s in Paris?” Niggas b. Niggas in paris…. Lemme chill

LMFAOOO enjoy

[gabzilla-z]

Same anon from before: I meant the Konoha 12+Sasuke when I asked for ranking the fashion sense of the boys.

Sorry, same anon again: yes, overall

Ok then, let’s make use of this lockdown

Naruto:

Ok the first outfit was terrible but we’ll give him a pass since he didn’t really have many people to look up to. 

Changing the blue to black was the best decision this kid made, fashion wise, so kudos to that. That said, the shippuden outfit is still too much of a tracksuit for my tastes.

The Last outfit was pretty good if we ignore the undershit, but his civillian outfit was

WHAT ARE THOSE

His Hokage outfit is my favourite, I prefer the black pants, the sandals are gone thank the gods and it’s the best shade of orange he has used by far.

Overall, 7/10

Sasuke:

He changed outfits more than he changed sides and like with those, there are some MISSES.

He looks like a nerd in the first one, fight me.

Can’t never hate on the onesie cause black looks much better than the blue he used before and it gave us gems like this:

fantastic

Then there’s the elephant in the room which haunted him for all of Shippuden and no it wasn’t his turn to the dark side, I’m talking about his belt. I’m sorry Sasuke but only Orochimaru and some of the sound 4 made that look work. You look silly.

I will admit that his second black outfit looked much better in the manga

Work it.

It almost made me forget the rope.

Almost.

The Akatsuki oufit is ok mainly because red works for him and it hides the belt.

The outfit in the last is... a choice. That brown poncho with the tri color necklaces don’t work for him at all and the clothes underneath are on the meh side of bland.

Finally, his epilogue outfit is pretty good, the colors work well for him even if I think the vest makes him look like a waiter, which is hilarious.

5/10 mainly cause he had a lot of chances and he wasted most of them.

Shikamaru:

boring, next

Ok, I can do better than that.

Ironically I think the first outfit worked pretty well for him. The mesh shirt with the bolero look nice and the colors (if we ignore the blue) fit his forest/deer theme. 

Then he got lazy.

His epilogue outfit is the best he has looked in years, I LOVE the jacket and the colors, though I would put a belt on him.

5/10, he didn’t have as many chances as Sasuke but also didn’t even try most of the time. At least Sasuke took risks.

Chouji:

Why is he wearing underwear as headgear.

Why

Maybe strength+?

Anyway, it looks like he picked the rest while half asleep and eyes closed.

You know, we were going somewhere around Shippuden, the colors look FANTASTIC on him and combined with the hair it makes him look imposing while also cuddly.

He looks half dressed in the movie, like he forgot half the armour at home. Also, downgrade on the hair.

His epilogue outfit is his genin outfit. Are you kidding me Kishimoto. IT’S EXACTLY THE SAME.

At least he lost the underwear and he looks good with the beard?

6/10, i’m giving him extra point for the second outfit cause it was one of the best ones.

Rock Lee:

...

You know what, I respect a man that can look good when all he has are a onesie, bandages and a lifetime supply of leg warmers.

Also, anybody who rips off the sleeves of an outfit to show guns knows what they are doing.

7/10, not very original but he knows what works for him.

Neji:

I hated the beige life jacket/shorts combo of part one but the hindsight of wearing comfy pajamas before his era long nap is genius ngl, Byakugan so good he can look into the future.

The beige to white was a wise upgrade.

4/10 There’s not much to work with, sadly

Kiba:

The first one can do no wrong cause it includes a tiny Akamaru as an accesory.

look at him

Second outfit is a ninja biker dream. 10/10 would recommend.

I mosly blame the anime for ruining a perfectly good outfit cause he looked perfect in the Kishimoto sketches for the Last

then movie comes out and... yeah.

The dad sandals in the epilogue pain me physically and I wish the pants were longer, but otherwise it’s good and I dig the hair.

8/10 Nobody said I was gonna be 100% objective.

Shino:

So I’m not the biggest fan of those ugly brown shorts, but nature is his theme, we can forgive him.

That said his costume progress is like a Pokemon evolution. He just gets bigger and cooler.

I’m not the biggest fan of his epilogue look either, I’m not digging the hair and I miss the jacket.

That said

8/10 My boy sticks to a theme and does it well and if he wants to join Starfleet who am I to judge

Bonus, Sai:

You know what, everybody made fun of Sai for that crop top but he ended up a true fashionista, easily the best epilogue outfit by far. It’s classy, comfy and well balanced. The wonders of being married to Ino.

9/10 what a glow up

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

would it be possible to get an imagine of a gender neutral reader wanting to brush/play with jamil's hair? boy has fantastic locks ngl

What a fun prompt! And yes, Jamil does look fantastic.

Since the Fairy Gala is happening right now, I altered the prompt slightly to the reader helping Jamil do his hair for the big event. I hope that is alright.

I had to consult his Fairy Gala SR sooo many times to make sure the hairstyle I was describing in this piece was accurate to the game. It’s more intricate than it looks at first glance!

Enjoy~

***Warning: mild spoilers ahead for the Fairy Gala event.***

Imagine this...

“I can’t believe Kalim dragged me into this,” Jamil sighed at his reflection in the vanity. “And right after he had promised me he would try and keep a better reign on his impulses...”

“It’s not all that bad,” you reassure him as you run a comb through his long, dark locks. “I mean, you get to dress up all fancy and go to a Fairy Gala-and I get to play with your hair. It’s a win-win situation to me.”

“You make things sound so simple,” Jamil’s sharp eyes flickered to yours in the mirror, “but we are not attending for our own amusement. We have a mission to complete.”

“I know, I know. That’s why I’m going to make you look extra pretty--so you can be a great diversion,” you teased, setting aside the comb. Jamil’s hair was already so well maintained, you realized, that brushing it excessively would do more harm than good.

“I could get ready just fine by myself, you know,” Jamil pointed out, but he did not resist when you laced your fingers in his hair.

He had already managed to do his own makeup earlier, lining his eyes in black. His eyeshadow choice for the event was nude and simple--just a slightly darkened shade of his natural skin color, dusted with a healthy coating of shimmer. You could see why this man did Kalim’s makeup on a regular basis--but you had refused to remain in awe for too long, lest the opportunity to help Jamil prepare for the gala slip away.

“What would be the fun in that?” You took ahold of a small segment of hair, dividing it into three smaller ones. “Geez, what do you use to make your hair this shiny and soft?”

“I use shampoo and conditioner,” he replied bluntly. “Don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, obviously. I mean what kind, genius.”

“The same kind as any normal person, really.”

“I don’t buy that for one second.”

“Then buy it for two seconds,” Jamil smirked that infuriating smirk of his--

You pouted, but tried to focus on plaiting his hair, to ground yourself in the motion of locking strands together into neat braids. It really isn’t fair, you thought. How can one man be this pretty?

His hair even smelled nice. His natural scent was that of cloves and spices and the sun-kissed earth, but whatever products he used on his head gave off calming herbal notes. It wasn’t noticeable at a distance, but you were getting a good whiff of it, being this close to him.

“You must use really expensive salon-grade stuff,” you concluded with a huff, pushing thoughts of nice smells and pretty men out of your head.

One braid was done, so you cinched the ends and moved on to a second braid.

“Believe what you will.”

“I will,” you grumble, making quick work of the second braid. You went to the third and final braid, starting on the leftmost side at the base of his head--to make this particular braid easier to wrap around Jamil’s hairline.

When that, too, is done, you pinned the third braid in place. Then you swept up all of Jamil’s hair into a low ponytail with a pure white hair tie, a large feather dripping from it.

“Are you quite finished?”

You stepped back to admire the end result in the vanity mirror. “Hmmm. It’s missing a little something.”

Your eyes traced the pure white, floaty-looking form of Jamil’s outfit, taking in the intricate pattern on his sash and the large fabric flowers that wreathed his torso. It was such a stark contrast to his warm, chestnut skin.

Inspiration struck.

“Oh! Maybe...something pinned in your hair. That would make the color distribution of your clothes seem more even.”

“You sound like Vil and Crewel-sensei,” Jamil sighed, bringing a hand to his forehead in exasperation.

“And you sound like Leona,” you countered, refusing to let his sharp tongue get the best of you. (No doubt that the lion prince in question was wrestling with his handlers, resisting to be fitted into his gala couture and snapping at the idea of dolling him up.) “Stay put; I’m going to see what I can find.”

You retreated into the jewelry box set on the vanity--provided by Professor Crewel and Vil--and sifted through its contents. It was not long before a piece caught your eye: a pin with a preserved cross section of a lotus root set in gold, laid in a scattering of golden leaves. Tiny white buds hung off of the pin like dainty crystal chandeliers.

Your eyes did not deceive you.

It matched perfectly with Jamil’s look.

“You’re ready for the Fairy Gala,” you declared proudly, planting the chosen pin into his hair.

Jamil glanced up from over his shoulder. You expected a snarky remark or a sigh, but they never came. He offered only the smallest of smiles, as fleeting and fragile as a kiss in the dark.

“As ready as I will ever be.”