#I know design outfit is hard but y'all have been doing these for years

[tifa-simp]

Honestly? I don't mind Tifa has fan service outfit. I, however, do mind if said outfit is UGLY and the new bunny outfit is fucking hideous!

[py-dreamer]

Ooop- so it's almost mid september...

Y'know what that means?

Yea so we have a return of the stickers!!!

Well less stickers and kinda whatever this is Ig

Don't get me wrong I'm still super proud of it! I suppose it was meant to be like stickers from last year but it kinda escalated and sort off got a wee bit out of hand...

...just a tad bit...

Woooh! So anyone who's in the KNY hotpot might recognize this style and yes I did basically use the KNY birthday art format but COME ON!!!

IT'S SO CUTE!!!

LOOK AT MAH BOIII SITTING ON THAT CAKE!!!

I JUST WANNA NOM BIG BITE!!!

(If you can't tell I do really like this cake art)

I promise this time it is really 10 days till my actual birthday unlike the whoopsie 11 I did last year -_-'

And I know it's not Mk's birthday even though it looks like it is, I know. But it's the bloody format of the art and Idk how else to change it. Besides I think they slay in those birthday outfits.

And it was fun to do my sticker style in a bigger thing!

But Idk if it's cause I haven't touched my bloody stylus in ages or I've been swimming in the KNY hotpot for too long BUT WHY WAS MK'S FACE SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT VIEW!!!

I HAD TO COMPROMISE, MANS LOOKING TOWARDS THE SIDE!!!! LIKE XIAOTIAN I LOVE YOU AND WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM CUTE LIL CHEEKS OF YOURS BUT WHY ARE YOU SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT!??!?

HE LOOKED LIKE A BLOODY CAT WITH SLIT EYES Y'ALL!!!

Oml...regardless, I did have a lot of fun with this and had lots of fun with the decorations and such. If you were here last year, your keen memory and astute eye might notice that the cake is the same cake I used in the 'shenanigans in space' birthday stickers I did last year!

@leesbian42, @cats-and-confusion remember that lol?

So the tiny memory flower thing and star candies are an homage to that :)

(btw, pssttt @emerialyncodevenice I know we haven't talked in a while but you mentioned that you liked the bloomin cake and was thinking of using it. Feel free to use this if you like, Idk how just credit me m'kay?)

But anyways, if y'all wanna use this pic, again. Pls credit me.

AND NO REPOSTING PLEASE!!!

The decorations are meant to be sugar cookies and idk what the icing is. Since I'm thinking more of an east asian fruit cake (those really really soft fluffy spongy ones) I was thinking more like light yellow dyed whipping cream and less buttercream.

Maybe even some kinda custard Idk...(does custard go well with cake?)

The orange chunks are meant to be like mango balls or chunks and hopefully the red thingys in the middle read across as strawberries

I had to include the Monkey king plush, he's just so little!

I was tempted to draw in the other characters as plushies since they are as important to MK probably but it's getting late and I'd already been working on this baby for like 3 hours already.

All in all, I do really like this and ngl, pray this doesn't flop.

I know my single stickers don't always do well but pls y'all I like this very much...

It is nice to compare this year's work and last year and I am proud to say I have improved at least somewhat

And as for why I rarely post, well I've gotten back from my holiday but sadly I'm at that age where work and stuff will be my main focus for the time being.

Got a lot of assignments and tests y'know...

(hell I have one due the 17th and tests to do tomorrow and here I am faffing on about legos on tumblr)

And like I said, I have been blipping and dabbing in demon slayer, read a lot more KNY fics lately (I actually have a mini sketch of kamaboko squad as hashiras, heavily inspired off of other designs but even so-, if I'm in the mood I might post that!)

But enough yapping, I'll try my best to keep up this 10 days thing

(if you don't know up till my birthday for 10 days I try to post a sticker or thingy like this one)

no promises since I am busier this year but this was a lot of fun so you'll definitely see some stuff.

(I just realized I have to keep up this level of detail in my other stuff T^T save meeeeeee plsssss)

[nopointic]

Why YOU (yes YOU!) should purchase a READING from the ever so lovely @ancientgoddessofegypt.

super duper extra cool! how cool?

ICE COLD! cool!

my readings? i buy them and then wait and when they arrive i'm like LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo and i'm getting out the good ink pens (pink and purple of course) and writing things DOWN and nodding like i am on front row at fashion week reporting for a fashion magazine that's ECO FRIENDLY aka it's A BLOG (why am i not in the back designing i dunno, must be a glitch but let's go with that THAT)

i read my cards, i ponder, my goddesses watch me ponder, and then i go I HAVE AN IDEA. i want a second opinion. TEAM WORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK BABEY!

fast fast fast GOOD VIBES readings like i literally feel BAD i am asking her for help but my cards and everyone is telling me GIRL ASK FOR HELP YOU DESERVE THAT and i went you know what... a little scrolling will do.

I scrolled and then went WHERE IS MY CASH APP LOGIN

i asked if i could get a reading and she said YES!

i went woah this is happening i am in the presence of PINK SPARKLY HEART EMOJI AURANESS RIGHT NOW I CAN NOT DROP THE BATON RIGHT NOW

i send in my lil ponderings and end up spilling more to her than my therapist and went ok, i gotta get back into THERAPY PRONTO and PICK MYSELF

and i have.

and it's hard.

i am the girl who will pack several umbrellas in several colors to coordinate with your outfit and then say don't worry about me, it's wash day. (it's always wash day in my hair world i really do side eye my ancestry results and go, well well well look what i found HERE)

i have been throwing Maury dna results at family members for weeks now but i'm gonna be aight i did not watch Maury all them years and learn nothing. i went hmmmm THE LIE DETECTOR SAID ACCORDING TO MY RESULTS AND THESE PICTURES I FOUND!

and then i broke out into a stress rash and ate rice

my cat purred extra hard but the point is

GLASSES UP (mine has lavender green tea y'all can have some if you want in spirit i am NOT stingy cos i love dunking a tea bag and thinking i am helping i do enjoy that activity ngl) to @ancientgoddessofegypt

anyways i love you more than the hours Usher was talking about when he was begging for forgiveness and sliding around on his knees like you know damn well we were not allowed to slide around in our good jeans like that so i knew he really meant he was sorry when he did that but that has nothing to do with this i s2g it doesn't, i just wanted to give my takes on him doing THAT while saying that number.

i really do bring up fiddy leven bajillion hours umteem minutes etc when saying love.

anyways this gif of mariah carey with champagne is the energy that @ancientgoddessofegypt has like she just GETS it.

[alliumbunny]

If I know anything it's that 2012 tmnt is both my least favorite show ever and also my second favorite show. ever.

so.

anyways

so I watched like 4-5 more episodes of tmnt (left off at the season 3 time travel episode, y'know.. with renet aaaaaaa)

um so. I don't like renet.

not really the character itself, but like, how they, depict her. 1. her outfit, idk what it is, but i can't help but think it's fucking ugly. I kinda understand how hard it is to make 3d models of humans but omg you've done semi-good outfits before, casey has a pretty good outfit i'd say, i think, i don't look at him much, april's outfit is... okay... at least... kinda good at most, I think it can be turned into something really good with just alittle bit of change in it, but it's okay. like renet tho, idc how future she is, her outfit, ugly as sin, omg. please omg why. anyways um

2. I fucking hate, the mikey and renet romance, it feels so so so so so so so, how many so's can I put... so so so So, weird. Renet says a line, after mikey implies a first "date" that, isn't he alittle OLD for her, She hasn't even been born yet, and WOW, good point, I was mostly looking at the fact that renet looks like a fully grown adult, like 21 at least, 25 at most, I do not see that women as a teen, she acts like a teen at times, but every time I look at her and her character and what I know about her, it gets more and more unlikely for me to think she's even close to being a teen. and since Mikey is canonly at least 15 and at most 16 at this time(He's 15 in the start of season 3 but leo says that they go at least 16 years in the future so idk if there's a year inbetween tang shen dying and splinter buying(lol) the turtles, that probably is it but incase it isn't, y'know, idk) I personally think their "15" still(although depending on how many months he spent in Dimension X and how many months ago their birthday is, he might genuinely be 16 in canon, but we will never know) from how the show puts it but u can think what u want, either way, still a minor, still weird to me, I just can't get renet being an adult out of my head now that i've seen her in the show. I also just don't like how mikey acts with her tho, All the brothers are slightly similar when it comes to romance, aka... they can be kinda.. creeps, in a way. i don't like how renet kisses mikey(i think on the forehead or cheek, but I skipped that part, ngl) because they have JUST met, not kidding, they have JUST MET. another thing i hate. I hate that they JUST MET and yet they are inlove, i don't like it... i understand the love at first sight trope, it's in like half of the other romances in this show, i just fucking hate it, :) There's probably SO MUCH MORE, I fucking hate this romance aaaaa

3. I don't think there is a three, other then then those two, i think the character is kinda under welling and could've been done better, but they are pretty cool in concept, I will continue hating the writing and design of this character and will probably like them more in the fanfiction side of things. yippee.

I have to remind y'all that this is all my opinion and you should watch the show or at least those episodes before you, yourself, decide to hate renet aswell. I look into this show, WAY too much. If you like Renet, that is totally fine and very valid, you could've taken her character a completely different way than me and that is completely fine. I see nothing wrong with liking the character or the romance/love story between her and mikey, I just personally see it as a really weird choice. that doesn't mean you will see it the same way, and that is completely okay. people see things differently all the time and this is definitely going to be one of them. There's gonna be people who love renet, i'm just not one of them. Tho i wish i could like her ngl.

in the end, umm... i wanted to rant about another tmnt thing, and I did. i wrote way to much, I'm sorry if you actually read all of it, my thoughts run wild, and I am too lazy to fix any spelling mistakes </3

I will continue to ramble about tmnt another day, today, i am done watching tmnt, i got through a tiny amount a episodes and i am mentally exhausted <3

[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 7

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername posted on her story

yourusername: GUESS WHO'S SEEING HER SUGAR DADDY 😈🌹❤️😏✈️

story replies:

maxverstappen1: Not funny. 😡

yourusername: your sugar baby awaits u 🤤🤤

yourusername: get ready to have a clean apartment 🤑

maxverstappen1: I could use the extra cooking and cleaning help... as well as help with the cats...

yourusername: gotcha babyboy 💦💦💸😇

maxverstappen1: Currently booking you a flight back HOME ticket...

landonorris: Ayeeee get that bag sis 🤑💸🍑😉

yourusername: LMFAO LANDO GTFO

landonorris: Make sure you get that bag and ur kitty purrs too 😈

yourusername: BYE WHO TF STOLE UR PHONE 😭😭

landonorris: If he can make you laugh and giggle, he can make that ass shake and jigg-

yourusername: lando i'm going to BLAWK u 😭

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yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 239,761 others

yourusername: i hope pookie wookie bear has been enjoying time with me as i flex on the haters in my super duper uber-cool outfits (pls like it up, i think i spent like hours on pinterest and in my wardrobe coordinating possible outfits 😭😭💸)

view comments:

user1: ZOOWEEMAMA

user2: ALRIGHTTTT an aesthetic kween 🌟🌟

maxverstappen1: I think that your outfits look very super cool! 👍🏻👍🏻

maxverstappen1: I really like your outfits...

maxverstappen1: You look very pretty, schatze ❤️

yourusername: 🥰❤️

user2: GOODNIGHT LMFAO the boyfriend style commenting has me in tears 😭😭😭

user2: alright walk him like a dog sis walk him like a dog 🐶🐶🐶

user3: y'all forget that y/n actually has a bachelors and masters in data science and video game design... she is actually a woman in STEM who is RICHHHH but acts broke when she plays her silly little video games

user4: WAIT FRRR??? mother has BANK?

user5: yeah wait, literally people need to know more but she basically streams on the SIDE.... like she actually works for EA and SIMS 4 FOR REAL

user5: playing the game, testing shit, that is literally part of her job description

user5: y'all have been subject to this SCHEME i've known ab for years, actually!!

user6: BYE HOW LONG HAS SHE FOOLED US LIKE THIS???

user5: welp she's like 25 now... and she graduated with her masters at like age 21... so it's been six years since her job with ea LMFAO

user5: get PUNKED 🫵🏻

user7: bye so she wasn't lying when she said that she has a collection of dior bags... miss ma'am doesn't even NEED max's bag... she has her OWN

yourusername: LOUD. INCORRECT. BUZZER.

yourusername: i actually still do need max's bag as part of my MASTER PLAN for WORLD DOMINATION HAHAHAHA 😈😈😈

maxverstappen1: So I'm basically just a stepping stool.

yourusername: glad that you see your true worth babe 😘😘😘

georgerussell63: Get wrecked 🤣🤣🤣

maxverstappen1: STFU

user8: speaking as someone who literally SAW them roaming the streets of monaco irl... i'm telling you they actually might be a couple fr fr

user8: like he was always holding her bags, her clothes, just basically all of her shit 🤡🤡🤡

user8: and like i literally saw them at a hella expensive private club i know for a FACT that it's hella hard to get into last minute... especially on a week's notice oml 💸😇🌟

user8: bro and yesterday i literally saw them at DIOR and this man wanted to buy her BAGS ON BAGSSSS fr. ofc our rich mother refused but i SWEAR this man secretly bought her one or smth cuz he was eyeing them with sm intent 🤑🤑

user8: AND I DIDN'T INTENTIONALLY STALK THEM, MONACO IS JUST HELLA SMALL APARENTLY CUZ I KEPT SEEING THEM EVERYWHERE 😭😭😭

user9: are we nawt gonna talk ab how last slide miss ma'am is literally parading around with the ACTUAL FUCKING RING ON HER FINGER 💍💍💍

user9: zoom in y'all, i beg pls i swear i'm not hallucinating man

user10: WOAH WHAT THE FUCK???

user9: RIGHT???

user11: wait she is fr wearing that bigass ring around everywhere damn...

user9: ON HER RING FINGER NONTHELESS????

user12: i literally have no fucking idea what is satire and what's real life

user12: this is quite literally the LONGEST someone has still managed to keep me in the dark yet very much still providing me with sm information

user12: i feel bloody PUNKED 🤡😡

user13: wait ur so real LMFAO 😖😖

user13: maybe like the whole wedding bit is fake... but those emerging feels coming from BOTH of them seem VERY MUCH REAL

user14: ^^ such a good point 😉

user15: guys i don't mean to hyperfixiate (that is the last time i'll say that LMAO) but isn't the last slide a bit too close for "just friends" who happened to meet online first and irl just a few days ago?

user15: BYE ik we can't see it but we KNOW SHE IS DEFFO ON TOP OF HIMMMM 🤣🤣

yourusername: i have that top-dominant-alpha energy no matter where i am 😈👹👺🐺🐺🐺

user16: oh!-

maxverstappen1: Spending time with you felt very Spring Breakers Core!!!

user17: BROOOO Y/N HOW HAVE YOU GIRLIPOP-IFIED THIS MAN SO FAR???? 😭😭😭

yourusername: ughhh so true max...

yourusername: just wish we paraded around monaco in a big big pink truck

maxverstappen1: Well... there's always a next time for everything 🤭🤭🤭

user18: WHAT DO Y'ALL KNOW THAT I DON'T

user18: i hate hate HATE being left in the dark y'all 😭

user18: what in the fomo am i experiencing....

user18: this feels like gatekeeping 🧍🏽‍♀️

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾

god the last twts made me chuckle a bit... n e ways, lemme know what form of media y'all want to see more of (i.e. twts, insta posts, insta stories, txt messages... i just want to gauge the audience opinion, yk?!)

also since we r getting into the nitty gritty detail of the romance aspect, i was wondering if y'all would want to see some prose/writing... rather than just a smau, b/c it's really hard to illustrate romance without all the creepy-ass paparazzi shots 😭😭

i'm also finally back from vaca! i'm still deciding if i want next chap or chap 9 to be the final chapter, stay tuned!

i'm also still a little behind on the taglist (like a few chapters), so if you didn't get tagged, PLEASE please please write your @ below, i'm so sorry y'all😭

comment if you want to be added to the taglist! ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

[auravulpes]

Am I coming out a bit too strong making this the first new piece of art I upload to tumblr? ... Eh, fuck it. Wanna see the wrestling outfit I designed for Venti?!

I've had a sketch of this lying around in one of my sketchbooks for over a year and I decided today was the day I'd do something with it! I'd say I have no clue what sort of brain rot led me to draw this, but I know exactly what sort of brain rot led me to draw this. Let's just leave it at the person whose eyes you're looking through happens to be a 'sona of mine...

Anywho, I think this otherwise mostly speaks for itself. Not sure why I gave him elbowpads but not kneepads, the shoes could have been more, eh, boot-esque, and I'm not 100% sure what that weird thing on his chest is, but I kinda like it.

As fun further tidbits, I imagine Venti a very flirty kinda wrestler. He just comes off that way to me (hence, the look on his face here). Movewise, I imagine it'd be a mix of "flirty" stuff and flying. So, expect plenty of moves from the top rope, but also for him to be shoving either his ass or his crotch in your face a lot. You know, lots of stinkface and bronco buster type stuffs. He's probably more submission oriented, but more technical than power submissions. Put it this way, he can absolutely put you in positions hard to power out of, but if you end up trapped between his thighs, you could probably pry them open unless you're losing that badly. (Incidentally, I could totally see him, having absolutely dominated an opponent, finishing them with a headscissor, but, like, one of the ones where their face is, once again, pressed into either his ass or his crotch.) As for the rest of his damage output, it's probably very Judo-y. He's small, so I can't see him hitting hard without jumping from the ropes, but that smallness could probably be pretty good in using an opponent's momentum against them. Basically, he'll use your moves against you, toy with you a fuckton, drive his ass through your chest from the top rope, then force you to beg for mercy in either some tricky submission or just between his thighs if you lost that badly. But, if you're reasonably strong, you can basically just overpower him and snap him in two, so there is that.

Anyways, long story short, wrestler Venti. Enjoy! Maybe one of these days, I'll treat y'all to some combination of art of the 'sona I referenced and wrestler Venti fanfic...

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Tuned In Sequel to the Good News List’s Freaky Girls

y’all already know we needed another Met Gala!Lewis drabble

Pressed, stressed, obsessed, I got 'em Everything I do keep another bitch talking Watching my back 'cause these dudes be stalking Watching my plate got these broke hoes starving Damn, you hoes hate me Ridin' dick so hard, havin' babies Y'all bitches so ugh, stop it Making everything but a deposit, yeah

You grinned as you saw Lewis’ name trending on Twitter.

It was only the afternoon, hours before Lewis or you would arrive at the Met Gala, but the hype had started days ago. It amped up with each passing day until his name crept the trending lists. You felt a giddy little excitement in your tummy when you saw that your name was in little text right under his.

People really don’t forget a thing, do they?

After last year, people had been obsessed with the two of you. Whether it was obsessively shipping or hating, you were the topic of conversation. Online, in person, everyone wanted to know where you and Lewis snuck off to at the Gala. What and who could convince thee Lewis Hamilton to ditch the fashion event of the year? 

It did wonders for your career if you were being honest, opened up options overseas, and made you busier than ever.

So it was both a blessing and a curse when things with Lewis continued on as they had before you met. 

There was definitely a new familiarity that was apparent from the morning after, and carried through. You texted often, called sometimes, and face-timed here and there. You still sexted and sent thirst traps, caught dinner when you were in the same city, you’d even attended a race one weekend as his guest. 

The press ate that up, you grinned as you swiped past photos someone had dug up from that weekend and posted.

Nothing and everything had changed. Nothing had been discussed, but you couldn’t help but feel like a taken woman. Stupid, you chastised yourself, the press thinks you’re discrete and private and meanwhile you haven’t spent more than a few days together.

When you got to the more vulgar tweets, the ones that were shameless and closer to the truth. You felt yourself squirm in your seat. You had to take a breath and watch the streets you passed in the car before you continued to go through them. People had imagination, you had to give them that.

You wished you were regularly fucking Lewis like the whole world thought you were.

The truth was that with your busy schedules, you didn’t have the time or energy to meet up to fuck. So you had settled for the past year on sexting and spreading your legs in front of your Macbook camera. 

It was still fun, but- you shivered as you remembered the way his tongue lapped on you every time he’d made you cum. 

He had kept promising soon, soon, soon, and tonight was that soon. 

“Ma’am,” the driver called to the backseat, “we’re pulling up to the hotel now.”

-

After making your way through the mass of people outside the hotel in just a robe, you were finally on the floor that Lewis had texted to you. You read the room numbers out loud as you passed them, searching for his. 

When you did get to the door, you’d barely knocked twice before it had swung open and you were pulled inside by an entourage of people. You’d come a blank slate, no makeup, hair pulled back and in some designer robe with heels that wouldn’t make it to the MET. They appreciated that.

“Oh, you’re so pretty.” One gushed as she pulled you towards a stool in the center of the suite.

You could see garment bags hanging from the curtain rods, and makeup spread across a table that was set up. There were curling irons and flat irons amongst a sea of hair accessories and potions. 

“It’s so nice to meet you.” One told you distractedly as he studied your face, “I have to say, when I got the call for this ensemble, I didn’t think it would work.” You made a face and he elaborated, “The matching outfits, creating a harmonious look when neither one of my muses were in the same room with me at any point in the past six months.” 

You smiled guiltily at the man as he tapped your cheek. 

He was right. You’d asked for an impossible task. Make you and Lewis his muses for the Gala, but without ever having them in the same room until the day of. But if the sketches and photos of Lewis’ and your own fittings were anything to go by- he had nailed it. 

“But now that the two of you are here, I know it’s gonna work.” He winked as he stepped away and began unzipping bags. 

The whole room seemed to move away from you, everyone going to their own little nooks to get their own equipment ready.

The sound of panting made you look down and you let out a happy squeak as you saw Roscoe trotting up to you. You squatted to his level and greeted him happily as he leaned on to one side of his hip, looking up at you happily making his little piggy sounds. 

“Where’s Daddy?” You asked as you rubbed and squished his face.

“Right here.” His voice called to you.

When you looked over your shoulder, you’d instantly made your mind up. There was no way you’d be able to behave.

He walked slowly into the room from the adjoining one, his locs pulled to the top of his head and out of his flawless face. His chest was exposed, the lacy white mesh shirt barely covering his sides as the buttons remained open. He nonchalantly smiled at you while he buttoned the fabric around his wrists.

You cleared your throat before you got to your feet and closed the distance between you both, while the designers in the room turned their backs to you both.

“Like this.” You mumbled, gently pinching the surprisingly soft lace mesh between your fingers. It covered his chest and continued down his leg in a beautiful display. 

He dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at you as you toyed with his shirt. Looking up at him, you licked your lips as you pulled the ends together and began buttoning it shut. 

“Wow.” He chuckled.

You glanced around the room, “Time and place, baby.”

You popped the last button through the hole and put your hands on his shoulders, almost whimpering at how big they looked. The lace draped over his shoulders like the most gentle of armor, the design cascading down his biceps and leaving his arms free until the lace continued around his forearms. You pulled your hands down them to his own hands and squeezed them.

Lewis took a quick step forward and pressed his lips chastely to your own, making you inhale sharply.

He smelled as good as he looked.

“Better go,” he whispered to you, still in your space, “get yourself out of that robe before I get you out of it.”

You leaned the inch he was from you and licked his lip before smiling and playfully pushing him back into the other room. His hand loosely grabbed your wrist but you let it slip right off as you stepped back from him and grabbed the connected suite doors. You looked him in the eye as you shut the door in his face and held your own laughter in when you heard his through the wood. Turning on your heels, you passed your own designers, mumbling a quick excuse before you shut the door to the bathroom behind you.

Quickly, you moved to the large marble sink and hopped up on to the counter.

They said, they got my luggage and set it up, so it should be- found it!

With one leg hanging off and the other folded with your foot flat against the counter, you spread your legs. You’d had this idea in the heat of the moment, and then that idea had turned into a joke in your head when you’d packed it, but now that idea sounded like a plan. You reached over for your own personal toiletries bag and pulled at the Velcro of the false bottom, unveiling the small, rounded metallic bullet.

You groaned as you licked it and traced your lips with it, teasing yourself. Angling it down and then upward, you stretched yourself open and pushed in until your cunt swallowed it, the heart shaped end shined at your entrance. You didn’t want to be too wet, but you could resist the few strokes of it inside of you.

When you were able to pull your hands from yourself, you grabbed the black box that sat at the bottom of the bag before you flipped the cover of the bag shut. You flipped the switch on the side of it and squeezed your eyes shut as the initial vibrations began. Flipping it back off, you hopped down off the counter and hummed as you paced the room on shaky legs, trying to get used to the thing inside of you.

When you were confident you weren’t walking funny anymore, you opened the door and sat on the couch, ready for your team to glam you up.

You really liked them. They were friendly, and funny. They worked around each other as you stayed perfectly still. They gave your hair waves and put simple makeup on your face. Everything was specifically to be understated, simple. Lewis had been very clear about that from the start. 

By the time you moved to your dress, the butterflies had sunk in. You weren’t thinking of Lewis anymore, just the fact that you were attending the gala for the second time. 

“Come on, arms out.” 

You felt yourself in a stupor as the team led your arms through the sleeves and dressed you. The dress was white lace, and matched Lewis’ shirt. It was short and just covered your ass, making your legs the main attraction. The shoulders were padded, giving your shoulders a square shape. Your wavy hair was pulled out of your face, and pinned with a pearl adorned clip on the back of your head. The strands looked thick and shiny. 

Soft pink blush stained your cheeks, and the way they had lined your upper lids and put a dusting of white on your lower made your eyes look larger, more innocent. You didn’t look like a church girl or a temptress, you looked like the best version of you. 

Lewis is a genius.

“Can we let him in?” They called your attention away from your reflection.

“Huh?”

“Can we let Lewis in? He’s asking for you.” The stylist pointed to his airpod that you hadn’t noticed was in his ear until that very moment. 

You numbly nodded your head, the butterflies growing in numbers as you composed yourself for the man you desperately needed to seduce in person. 

“Wow.” Lewis breathed out behind you, his eyes dragged on your whole figure, but he hadn’t complimented you until he got to your face, “You look stunning.”

“Good job.” you told him as you turned on your heel to face him. 

He smiled and walked towards you so he could take your hand in his and kissed it, “You know what this is going to look like right?”

“Exactly what it is?” You offered, even though you didn’t have a clue what the two of you were.

He nodded, the most adorable sparkle in his eye as he agreed with you, “Yeah, but it’ll probably be bigger than last year, the backlash, the support, all of it.”

“Lewis Hamilton, please don’t tell me this is you trying to stand me up after you put me through six months of fittings. I’m not giving this dress back, you’ll have to peel it off my dead body.” 

He laughed, “No, no, no. I just realized I might not have given you an out before today.”

“Maybe you knew I didn’t want one.” You replied. 

“Maybe,” he hummed, “you do look beautiful, so beautiful.” He kissed your knuckles again. 

You looked at him fondly before you pulled away, “I’ve got something for you.” Walking to the corner where the champagne bottles stood on display, you lifted the small black controller you’d hid behind one and shook it in the now empty room.

His eyes narrowed as he tried to work out what you were handing to him. You grinned as you put it in his hand.

“What’s this for?” Lewis asked, curiously turning the little remote over in his hand.

“To make sure I’m wet enough for you later.” You whispered to him.

Hot girl shit, never let 'em cool off Make him do what I say, he my voodoo doll Backshots, balcony, we don't care who saw One thing about me that you need to know I ain't nothin' like none of these average hoes

It had been your idea to enter the red carpet at different times. People knew that the two of you were going to attend the event, people expected the two of you to walk it together. 

So naturally, you had to stir the pot.

“What if we go in separately?” You blurted out in the car.

Lewis looked at you surprised as he held your hand in his own in his lap. 

“No, no,” you quickly elaborated, “I want to be seen with you, I don’t give a fuck who sees me with who, but-” you held a finger up to him as you grinned deviously, “what if we showed up completely matching but at different times? Imagine how pissed people would be.”

Lewis laughed as he thought about it.

“Plus, I don’t want to take away from what you’re doing tonight.” You added thoughtfully. 

Lewis was a good man, and the last thing you wanted was for the artists he’d invited to get cropped out of photos to focus on the two of you. Cause you knew that’s exactly what would happen.

“Yeah, yeah.” Lewis nodded suddenly, “You’re right, darling, you’re right.” 

When you reached the venue, you climbed out the car first. The cameras instantly started buzzing, the lights flashed and the circus began.

“Where’s Lewis!”

“Are you here alone!”

“Did you break up!”

“Face over here!” 

You turned and kept your face schooled as you posed and walked your way down the carpet. You gave the cameras a small smirk every time they screamed for Lewis and they seemed to get louder after each time. Soon, it was all about Lewis.

“Where’s Lewis!”

“Are you wearing the same designer!”

“Is he late!”

You walked along, full on grinning as you looked back over your shoulder, giving them a shot of the pearls that made up the buttons that went from the base of your neck to the very end of your skirt. 

When you got to the end of the carpet, the paparazzi suddenly were all yelling, in a frenzy and with a glance to the beginning, you knew why.

Lewis had stepped in, almost perfectly timed behind you. 

You turned towards the grand staircase, and almost faltered had you not stopped to pose. A dull vibration began between your legs, and you were rudely reminded what you had done. Taking a peek down the red carpet, you saw Lewis had his hand in his pocket.

That sly bastard.

You carefully took a step, turning towards the cameras when you felt the vibrations amp up. Holding your cool, you posed here and there as you adjusted to the vibrations between your legs and made your way to the top. You joked with yourself in your head, telling yourself that the reason people posed on the stairs was to get a break. 

When you got to the top, an upbeat and friendly host waited for you and instantly called you over for an interview. She held the mic in front of your mouth as she asked about your look. You could’ve laughed when her face scrunched when you went with the generic elaboration of who did it and how.

“And are you here with anyone?” She pushed with a big smile on her face.

“I’m here with some friends, yeah.” You nodded coyly. 

“Well, isn’t that what we’re all here for? To make friends?” She laughed. 

You laughed with her at her dry joke when you saw her eyes light up at whatever she saw behind you. Almost on cue, the vibrations stopped and you had to hold back a whine. 

“Oh!” She shouts as she reaches over your shoulder, “If it isn’t Sir Lewis Hamilton coming our way.” Her eyes dramatically scanned your body, “Isn’t he just conveniently matching you! Lewis, Lewis, come on up here.”

Lewis stepped up next to you and winked at you before sweetly meeting the host. You discreetly rolled your eyes at him before you stood up a little straighter, his hand on your waist making you more alert.

“Okay, now we’re just gonna get into it: last year, you two had a little thing,” she gestured between you both before she lowered her voice jokingly, “that morning after story,” she yell-whispered, “and now tonight, you come matching and- is that the same designer? It is, it is, I knew it. So what’s up? Is this your signal to all of us?”

“I think,” you shrugged softly, “we just like the same designer.”

Lewis laughed, and easily added on, “It’s an honor to be here tonight again. It’s really amazing being in the presence of such beauty.” Lewis told the mic as he gestured to you.

“You look pretty too,” you told him before turning to the host, “cause I picked it.” You winked at her.

The host’s eyes widened, “Oh, okay! So this was planned, this was your plan.” She gestured to your matching ensembles and turned towards the camera, “This is it, guys.”

Lewis nods, “Yeah, it took a while to pick something together but we got there in the end.”

You nodded before you put your hand on the host’s arm, “M’gonna head inside,” you glanced Lewis’ way before looking back at her, “see you both later.”

Before the host could make any sound of protest, you walked off, continuing your fun little game of cat and mouse for the cameras. You kept eye contact with the various envious faces that followed you through the doorway, a grin splitting your lips as they all sneered. 

Under your dress, your bullet started vibrating again. 

Bitch, I'm a movie, these hoes my sequels Keep a pussy ho real tight like a kegal (Yeah) Self-esteem high, bank account full Hoes goin' blind tryna look at my jewels Ass real fat and my pussy get chewed If I worried 'bout the hate, I'd be a damn fool

You wished you’d stayed behind with Lewis. 

Every step you took into the room made the vibrations get stronger and stronger. You probably looked like you were on something with the way your cheeks were aflame and you grabbed the bannister near you to squeeze it. It was so good, so good because Lewis made it so good. 

When you grabbed a flute of champagne to hide your face behind, you began searching for him. 

It quickly turned into a game of hot and cold, the vibrations got stronger and milder depending on the direction you chose to walk in. You had no idea which meant you had gotten closer and which meant you were no where close. 

But that was part of the game, wasn’t it?

You’d been swallowing down some champagne as a particularly spirited vibration shot through your cunt when someone grabbed your arm. You’d almost shouted, so overcome with relief when you thought it was Lewis finally putting you out of your misery.

But instead it wasn’t Lewis. No, it was the exact opposite of Lewis.

You felt your face fall.

“Hi.” the guy awkwardly said as you pulled your arm from his hand.

“Hi.” You nodded politely as the vibrations died again, and you could kind of focus beyond your frustrations.

“That dress is something, I kept expecting you to end up showing something every time you lifted a leg on those steps.”

You took a deep breath as you turned your body fully towards him and cocked your hip. “Who are you?” You asked rudely, your arm crossed your chest and tucked under the one you held your drink in as the vibrations between your legs grew again.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t pick up on your lack of interest or hostility at all, nor the fact that someone asking your name at an event like this was not a friendly gesture. He even took the opportunity to lean into your space to tell you his first or last name, which it was you weren’t sure because it was just one name. You instantly nicknamed him ‘Nobody’ in your head. 

You lifted your drink to your lips as he began going on a tangent about how he wasn’t sure if he was going to make the Gala (even though he’d mentioned it was his first time), how he was busy in Paris (was he a DJ or a singer? You hadn’t been paying attention), and how he’d be going to Ibiza with friends in the morning (Fuck boy status achieved) cause New York was “so overrated.” 

You nodded and bounced on your heels, unable to give him the blank face that couldn’t scared him away when your pussy pulsed between your legs from wherever the fuck Lewis was watching. You were clearly distracted, your body and mind screaming for your lover, but Nobody stayed in front of you. 

Easily the worst part about these events was that while you didn’t know who Nobody was, you also didn’t know who Nobody knew. So you couldn’t exactly bite his head off. You were barely more of a newcomer than he was. 

The growing vibrations between your legs made him easier to ignore, the sensation convinced you that Lewis was watching. But honestly, how did he expect you to get away when you could barely think straight?

You looked back up at Nobody and found that he hadn’t taken a breath, and was still going about one of his friends, who he claimed you definitely knew, but you didn’t think you knew anyone who would be friends with such a prick, much less take the prick on a helicopter ride with them.

Your eyes glanced around the room nonstop, trying to find the familiar ponytail, a familiar piece of lace hanging off one hip, anything that would’ve made you run to him. 

Luckily, he gave into you first. 

Lewis’ hand squeezed you as he pressed his front to your side, “Looking for me?” He purred to you, completely ignoring Nobody.

“You knew I was.” You answered, ignoring Nobody too. 

“Who are you?” Nobody asked, drawing attention back to himself, stealing Lewis from me, you thought childishly and impatiently.

But then you blanched as you realized that maybe he did realize the connotation of asking someone who they were as he looked down at Lewis. 

“Lewis Hamilton.” 

You purred into your glass as the vibrations ramped back up.

“Ah,” Nobody nodded condescendingly at Lewis, leaving you completely baffled and appalled at his utter lack of awareness as to who he was talking to, “who are you wearing?” He looked down at Lewis’ outfit with a sneering smile.

With his focus on Lewis, he missed the way you crossed your legs standing up, and squeezed your thighs together. You were focusing hard on the conversation, annoyed even when turned on.

Lewis entertained Nobody’s question, to which Nobody scoffed, “Never heard of them.”

“That’s the point.” Lewis replied smoothly, “I’m here to move the fashion industry forward and part of being here is embracing the future as well as the theme. I’m bringing up and coming American designers to the table.” He name dropped in an almost sincere tone before he gently took your drink from you and paused to take a sip. When he lowered the glass he asked Nobody, “Who are you wearing?”

You turned your head, unable to really hide the grin on your face as you hummed under your breath in place of a moan. Barely able to hold back your sounds, you could feel your nipples pebbled under your lace dress as your arousal grew tremendously at Lewis’ brilliant display. 

Nobody stomped away with even trying to not look salty.

“Oh my god, eloquent even when dragging a bitch.” You whined before awkwardly laughing when a vibration hit your core rough.

Lewis laughed, his left hand still in his pocket, “Is that what I did?” He shrugged, “I was just telling the truth.”

“Mhmmmm, sure. Appreciate you sending him running.” you teased before you moaned, your jump making the heart end of the plug slip up a bit and press to your clit when your knees bent, “Oh!”

“Easy there, darling.” Lewis took your arm in his hand and pulled you to the side, “Are you ready for me?” 

You looked at him with half lidded eyes, “I’ve been ready for you.” you squeezed his forearm as he moved you towards a door in the back corner, “Could’ve come for me sooner, you know.”

“Oh darling, there’s plenty of time for you to cum.”

You’d never been more turned on.

Your Instagram account seeing more interactions Than your bank account seeing any transactions Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughing I'll never give a bum bitch satisfaction Why? I'm way too player Hoes love sayin' they a demon, I'm a prayer Drop a lil' verse when they get to actin' up Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh

Lewis hadn’t touched you the whole ride home. Instead, he’d shoved you into the seat across from him in the limo and made you hold your hands over your head as you spread your legs. 

He enjoyed watching your pussy squeeze and drip around the heart in your hole for the whole ride. When the van pulled up in front of the hotel, he leaned forward and smacked your pussy, making your legs shake for the whole walk of shame back into the hotel, Lewis trailing beside you looking much more composed. 

By the time you got to the room, you were practically dripping. You squeezed his arm as he led you down the hallway, the vibrations at their strongest. You tripped here and there, a constant hum of a whine coming from your throat as you struggled to stand up right. 

The second he got the door open, you kicked your heels across the threshold and pulled Lewis in with your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off your feet. You couldn’t stand the idea of opening your legs, so they stayed shut and pressed together instead of wrapping around him as you probably would’ve. 

He shoved you over to the vanity, with it’s large golden mirror. He snapped the clip from your hair and shoved your hair and head forward, tousling it so it spilled over your left shoulder and the side of your face. 

You watched through your curtain of hair as he pulled the black remote out of his jacket pocket and switched it off. You audibly sighed as he threw it on the vanity next to you and tossed his jacket across the room. 

Lewis looked over his own shoulder and turned partially. You could see Roscoe in the background looking at you both and you laughed. 

“Other room, go!” Lewis commanded sternly, pointing to the adjourning room that only had one door open now. 

You watched and laughed as Roscoe begrudgingly turned and trotted into the room, his father staying turned towards him until the sweet dog was gone from sight. 

“Wow, wonder how many times you got to practice that command.” You dryly told him. 

“Shush.” Lewis told you with amusement in his voice as he finally turned to give you his undivided attention again. 

Catching your eye in the mirror, he winked before you saw his large hands grip the material around he top of the cascade of buttons. The sound of buttons popping almost made you cry for the dress, had it not felt so good to finally be shedding some layers for him. 

“Shhh,” he cooed, “I’ll have them sewed back on.” 

You smiled and shook your hips happily as he ripped all the buttons right down the back of your dress.

Lewis grabbed the fabric on your shoulders and yanked it down your body to your waist, exposing your still hardening nipples to the reflection before he pushed you over the edge of the vanity. 

“Look at you.” He kissed your spine.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lips pressed to your shoulders that were exposed from your half removed dress. Your tits hung in front of you in the reflection of the mirror as your hips pressed almost painfully to the wooden vanity he bent you over. You watched Lewis’ tongue taste your neck and you moaned from the way he looked into your eyes as he did it. 

His hands crept up your body and groped your tits, “Love how ready you always are.”

You giggled at the dirty insinuation. You liked being Lewis Hamilton’s dirty girl. 

“Just for you.”

Lewis happily hummed against your skin as he plucked your nipples and ground his pelvis against your ass, letting you feel exactly what you missed.

“This what you came here for?”

You whined at his words as he thrusted his clothed cock against your ass.

“This what you want?”

“Yes, please.” you whimpered. 

“Been so long, love.” He kissed the back of your shoulder as he leaned over you, the lace of his shirt rubbed against your back.

“Your fault.” You mumbled back as he stayed pressed to you.

“I know.” He chuckled, “Time and place.” 

You scoffed and pushed him back while you pivoted on your heels. Looking at him as he began unbuttoning his own shirt. He was the vision of patience and grace, while you no doubt looked like a panting slut. You dropped to your knees and pulled his pants down, swallowing down his cock the second it bobbed in front of your face. You moaned as the tangy taste of his precum touched your tongue. 

Suddenly, the wetness between your legs grew and the pressure at your entrance mounted, and you cried out on Lewis’ cock as your vibrator slipped out of your hole, glistening. 

You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it had fallen out of you. With you kneeling on the floor and practically leaving a trail where you walked, it wasn’t that much of a surprise. You still blushed as you heard Lewis groan at the sight. Reaching between your legs, you could feel it had slid behind you a bit. Grabbing it meant leaning all the forward and sucking down his length a bit more. After grabbing the vibrator and chucking it on to the couch you could see in your peripheral vision, you focused on Lewis. 

He tasted so good and smelled so good, you took him down your throat until you could rub the tip of your nose against his pelvis. You felt the mesh of his shirt fall against your knee as he finally rid himself of the layer. Curling your fingers into his pants where they hung on his thighs, you shook your face back and forth, stirring your throat with his dick as you stripped him.

“Oh fuck,” he cursed before he pulled your hair, “enough, enough, you can suck me off later.” 

You whimpered when he pulled you to your feet and grabbed your hips. The sensation of his thumbs touching your skin and then the dress made you realize you still had the lower half on. He chuckled at your expression and quickly leaned forward. His mouth closed around one of your nipples while his hands shoved your dress over the curve of your ass and let it pool on the floor around your ankles.

“Dammit.” You looked up at him as he shook his head, “I should’ve bent you over in front of that mirror.”

You turned in front of the bed and bent over with your legs spread, showing Lewis your kitty from behind, “This could work?” you shrugged sheepishly. 

Lewis grinned at you and smacked your bottom, making you squeal. He shook his head and pushed your side so you rolled on to the bed. He crawled over you playfully as you shuffled back until your head was on the pillows and he hovered over you.

Leaning in, he kissed at your neck, making you sigh as you leaned your head over to give him more room. Your hand went to the back of his head as he took your nipple into his mouth again. The freshly finished locs were tightly done and each coil was smooth against your palm. When his mouth pressed to your stomach, you tugged on the pile of hair on the top of his head.

“After?” you whined.

“Oh, you know I will.” Lewis told you as he leaned back over you and captured your lips against his own. 

Your tongues pressed together as you licked into each other’s mouths. You playfully sucked on his lip before whispering against his lips, “Give it to me.” 

Lewis groaned as he ground his hips against yours, giving himself some friction between you both. You whimpered at the heat of his cock on your skin, the smoothness of the tender skin and the little streaks of pre-cum he left on your tummy as he moved his hips against yours. Grabbing your chin, Lewis kissed you hard on the mouth. Pulling away, he pushed on your chest to lower you against the bed as he sat up between your legs. 

Looking up at him, he gripped your thighs and tugged you forward. You whined up at his grinning face as his cock pressed and bobbed against your cunt. He looked down at you and bit his lip while his cock twitched.

“Look so wet.”

“Won’t you try it?” You whined with a giggle.

“Try it?” He asked as he gripped and lined himself up with your entrance, “Baby, I think we’re past that.”  

“Ohhhhhh,” you cried as he filled you, “so full.”

Lewis squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned his hips forward. His hand slapped against your pelvis, his thumb pressed to your clit as he stuffed you. His thumb flew across your clit, making you cry out over and over until he let go and leaned over you again. 

“So wet.” He hissed, “Can’t have you the way I want right now, darling.” He stroked your face as he looked down at you.

“Take me how you want.” 

As quickly as the words left your mouth, you were breathless as Lewis drove his cock into you, his thick length filled you just the way you remembered. You leaned your head back against the comforter, your back arched as he held your legs hooked over his arms, shoving you on and off his cock with the simple motion of his arms. His skin slapped against yours wetly where you were connected. 

It was take two with the way the loud, wet suctioning sounds made you both moan together as he began shallowly thrusting into you just to hear the sound get louder. The wet splashes of your slick gushing around him made your cheeks burn. You’d never been so messy before.

You cried out as he suddenly pulled out and shoved back in, once, then twice. The abrupt emptiness to the abrupt fullness had the air filling with the smell of your sex and your loud whimpers. His hot skin threatened to burn you alive as the knots in your tummy tightened, and with it your pussy.

“M’not even sucking on you.” Lewis mumbled.

Your brain blanked as you tried to understand what he meant, but once you did you slapped his shoulder. He chuckled as he rolled his hips against your own. 

“Don’t think that has anything to do with it.” You repeated back to him.

He hooked his forearms back under your knees and got closer to you, plugging himself as deep as possible as you pushed your hands against the headboard. You knew what was coming as soon as you saw the way he was getting close.

You cried out as his hips suddenly piston into you, shoving his cock in and out of you as he pulled his body back and forth. The headboard shook violently, slapping against the wall. Fearing a call that would disrupt the moment, you lowered your hands and sat up on your elbows. Looking down, you got deja vu. 

You were stretched to your limit, the rim of your hole so tight around Lewis that the milky slick of your cum dragged between your own cunt and the skin of his cock. Your cunt had a heartbeat, and the lips were puffy and spread, ravaged and sore already. 

“Come here.” You whimpered as you reached a hand for him and dropped on to your back.

You groaned against his lips as he leaned over on top of you, moving to that glorious angle inside of you perfectly. When his whimpers against your lips got louder and you felt him swell inside you, you wrapped your legs around his back and crossed your ankles. 

When Lewis came, he came in large spurts that filled your cunt with heat as his hips stilled. He savored the feel of you pulsing around him as he filled you. Your thighs tensed over and over around his hips as you milked him and tried to continue to follow your own peak.

“Go on, baby, take what you need.” He mumbled in your ear as he leaned heavily on you, trapping you under him but burying his still hard cock deep inside of you.

I'm finna bust that pussy wide like ten-to-two I got a man, but I find some of you bitches cute Cut the convo short, fuck an interview I wanna show my wild side, make 'em doo-doo-doo I got these boys blushin', lookin' like they Pikachu I'm the hot girl, feelin' like Charizard And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)

“I think we should consider making this more than an annual thing.” You mumbled as your stretched your arms over your head and curled on to your side.

You forced yourself not to think much of his silence, to think more about how soft the bed was, not about how you’d probably wake up alone, think more about what outfit he’d leave you this time.

Lewis suddenly hummed as he draped himself against your back and stroked your side, not saying no but not saying yes either. You pushed away your worries as your body ached from exhaustion and searched for sleep.

You drifted off almost as soon as you closed your eyes.

The next morning, you woke to the sunlight shining through the window on to your face. While last night the skyline had twinkled, this morning it was reflecting all the sunlight right into your room.

You grumbled as you went to roll over, but couldn’t. You jumped as you felt something solid behind you, but the arm you finally realized was around your waist, with a familiar tattoo on the top of the hand, brought you back to reality.

Looking down at your feet, you saw his alongside your own. You couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed the tricolored lump at the very edge of the bed, snoring away happily like his Daddy.

You settled back down with a smile on your face and laid on your side, happy to let the sun shine in your face if not to just be held by a sleeping Lewis.

He hadn’t left after all.

[verfound]

WIPWed: Festering Folder Edition: Legally Blonde AU

@mintaka14 asked about the Legally Blonde AU, which the Disco witnessed the birth of and was briefly mentioned in the notes for "Move Like Jagged". So. Yeah. This is the latest crack AU I've been working on. 😂

See, for my last project for those unit classes I had to take for work, I was talking about different reasons conflict can pop up in your kitchen and how to deal with them. And one of the ways to deal with conflict is by staying positive - you can't control what other people do/what happens, but you can control how you react to it. And that got "Positive" from the Legally Blonde musical in my head, which got me thinking who would be who in a LB AU, and...it all just ran away from me so hard. We have a Plunny Adoption channel in the Disco, and I dropped it there because I did not want another WIP, and the next thing I knew I was 1700 words into the Bend & Snap scene and no one else had adopted the plunny come on guys. 😂

So. Yeah. This is happening. I'm maybe a third of the way through the outline with about three scenes fully written out. 😂

The setup: Marinette is an aspiring fashion designer in her senior year at UCLA. Her life is all set up: she's going to graduate and marry her perfect boyfriend Adrien Agreste, who's on his way to becoming a lawyer and future president of the United States. Everything's perfect until he suddenly dumps her, claiming he needs someone more serious. He moves back out East to start at Harvard in the fall, where he's now dating childhood friend and fellow Snobby Harvard Girl Kagami Tsurugi. Marinette realizes that if she's gonna get her man back, she's got to be someone serious, too - someone lawerly! Someone who wears black when nobody's dead! So Marinette follows him out to Harvard, where she's...let's face it. The laughing stock of the school. But with a little determination (and the help of her super sweet TA Luka Couffaine, who's convinced she's not as Dumb as the others paint her) she's going to show everyone she belongs there - and win her Adrien back in the process!

So Marinette's Elle, Adrien is Warner, Kagami is Vivian, and Luka is Emmett. I'm putting Gabriel as Callahan, with the idea that part of the pressure on Adrien is that his father is this super successful lawyer & professor at Harvard who's expecting him to follow in his footsteps. (Also there's a line in the finale of the musical that says "Warner quit / Says he makes more modeling anyhow!", so while he's at UCLA I have Adrien modeling on the side and he totally goes back to it. 😂) Mylène is Paulette and Ivan is Kyle (the UPS guy). Rose and Alya are Marinette's Delta Nu sisters/best friends, and Juleka is still Luka's sister; Rose and Alya come out and the end to cheer Marinette on at the final trial, where Rose and Juleka meet.

Jagged is Brooke. He's being accused of murdering Bob Roth, his former label owner. He's innocent, but he refuses to give Gabriel his alibi (he was...getting...botox). He was Marinette's neighbor back in LA, and she designed his favorite leather jacket - so he freaks when Marinette walks in with his Estranged Son as part of his legal team. Luka and Jagged have a...tenuous relationship. Jagged is Luka's father, and Luka used to love music/want to be a rocker. He toured with Jagged for a year or two when he was younger as his opening act, but it really disillusioned Luka to the Music Scene. So he ended up pursuing law (thinking he could get into the legal side of things, and Anarka's always in and out of jail anyway so she'll need a good lawyer?), and finds out he's good at it & really enjoys it? It wasn't the career he thought he'd have, but he's happy.

I'm still kicking stuff around & writing the outline, but that's the bare-bones. 😂 And as much as I love the LB movie, the musical is one of my favorites. There's...guh ok I'm not gonna start gushing on how perfect the musical is bc we'll be here all day. 😂 But it is absolutely perfect, and this AU is going to be a blend of the movie and the musical.

Case in point: the song "Take It Like A Man", where Elle repays Emmett by giving him a makeover. It's the scene where Emmett realizes he's fallen in love with Elle and absolutely adorable ("God, I love shopping for guys - watching them change right before my eyes!" "...stop watching me change.").

As for a scene y'all haven't seen yet...I think you've seen a handful of sentences from this one? It's all new for Tumblr, but I think I shared a few sentences on the Disco. 😂

“Hey, Luka, what are you doing tonight?”

Luka looked up, his eyebrows lifting at the smile Marinette was giving him. Her chin was propped in her hand, her eyes looking over him like…well, a little like she was undressing him, if he was honest, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that.

“Er…prepping for tomorrow?” he hazarded. “Big day in court? Opening statements? Have to make sure we’re ready so my dad doesn’t swing.”

She rolled her eyes, and then she rolled her chair over to his. He jumped when she laid her hands over his.

“You’re ready,” she said. She squeezed his hand, and he swallowed thickly as she continued to look at him like that. Why did his throat suddenly feel so dry? “Can we go somewhere? I…I want to do something. To thank you. For…everything, really. Please?”

“You don’t need to thank me, Marinette,” he said, wondering what exactly she had in mind. Maybe dinner? He was getting kind of hungry, and he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t mind spending more time with her away from the law books…

“I do, though, Luka,” she said earnestly, squeezing his hand again. “You…you’re the only one who’s believed in me this entire time. You’ve done so much to help me, and…I just wanted to do something for you, too.” She took his hand and held it to her chest, pouting her lips and batting her eyes at him, and when had the heat kicked in? It was almost May – it shouldn’t be so hot in the old, draft library! “Please?”

“I…um…ok?” he finally squawked out. He cleared his throat when she hit him full-force with her mega-watt smile, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt as she squeezed his hand tighter. She gave an excited little squeal-giggle-bounce that had him smiling fondly. “What…what did you have in mind?”

“Well,” she said, releasing his hand and turning towards the table. She began gathering the files they’d scattered over the surface, tidying up. “You know I used to want to be a designer – you’ve heard Jagged go off about that coat.”

“His little frock star,” Luka snickered, and she gave him an exasperated little smile.

“If I had the time, I’d love to design you something,” she said, tapping the folders against the table to straighten them, She turned to him, hands on her hips. “But given we need you ready by tomorrow, that’s not possible. So, Luka Couffaine, I am going to give you…a makeover.”

That…was definitely not what he’d been expecting.

“Er…thanks?” he asked, because by the little hitch in his voice he was definitely asking, because he was definitely confused. A…makeover? But…why? Her expression fell a little, and he coughed as he reached up to loosen his tie. “I mean…it’s just…I didn’t think I needed one?”

And I was kind of hoping you’d suggest dinner?

“Luka,” she sighed, still exasperated. She grabbed his hands and hauled him to his feet before dragging him over to the fireplace. She gestured to the mirror sitting above the mantle, where he could clearly see his…ok, yeah, he looked a little disheveled, but they’d been in the library all day! He was expected to look rumpled! “Look at yourself.”

“I am,” he said, trying not to sound offended. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, trying (unsuccessfully) to even out the wrinkles in his shirt. He tried to ignore the shiver that wanted to race up his spine at her touch. Focus, Couffaine, he thought. She sighed, turning him towards her, eyeing his clothes rather critically.

“Luka, you know I adore you,” she said, and he tried to ignore the way that made his stomach flutter, “but look at you. This is a high-profile, celebrity case. It’s going to be televised, and you’re going to show up looking like your only suit came from a Goodwill?”

“Hey,” he protested, weakly. He could feel the heat rising on his cheeks again. He looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have two suits, thank you very much, and only one came from Goodwill.”

He glanced up at her to find she had lifted one of those perfectly sculpted brows at him, and he grinned sheepishly before adding: “…the other came from Salvation Army.”

“Luka!” she laughed, squeezing his arms, and his grin warmed into a smile. He liked making her laugh like that. He… “That’s my point, you dork!”

Her laughter petered off, and she started fiddling with his tie. He glanced down at his outfit and tried to see her point, but he honestly thought he looked fine? Rumpled, sure, but that wasn’t anything a good tumble in the dryer or some ironing couldn’t fix. The gray slacks weren’t bad, and the white dress shirt with the thin, dark blue check matched his dark blue tie. Sure, his shoes were a little scuffed, but no one was going to be looking at his shoes. Marinette sighed again, and he looked back up at her.

“Luka, do you remember what I told you I did? Back at UCLA?” she asked. He nodded.

“You had a 4.0 in fashion merchandising,” he said, making her smile. “You wanted to design clothes.”

“So let’s just say this is something I’m actually good at,” she teased, and he frowned as he reached up to lay a hand over one of hers. He squeezed, making her look up at him.

“Hey…you’re good at this, Marinette,” he said. Her smile said she didn’t believe him, so he squeezed her hand tighter. “I mean it, Marinette. I may have helped you study, but all of this was you. You got Agreste’s internship all on your own. You went from the bottom to top of your class on your own. You put the work in, Marinette. You’re so incredibly smart, and you’ve got this…this…gift. You see things others don’t. You aregood at this.”

He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for Marinette to throw herself at him in a bone-crushing hug. He stood there for a moment, dazed, but before he could move or think or respond she was already pulling away and wiping at misty eyes. She smiled up at him, and he wondered if it would be ok if he hugged her again. He kind of felt cheated out of the last one.

“Thank you, Luka,” she said, shaking her head to clear it. “Ugh, ok, but seriously! This is what I was originally good at – so let me shine, ok? Look. You’re good at this, too. You’re such a talented lawyer, and if Agreste gives you half the chance you’re going to blow them away in court – but no one’s going to be thinking about how brilliant you are if you show up looking like a bum. Luka, it’s…it’s me showing up to a costume party dressed like a bunny!”

He blinked at her, remembering all too well that night he’d bumped into her at the bookstore and she was dressed in nothing more than a one piece, bunny ears, and tail.

“The look is half the fight,” she said, taking his hands in her own. “Don’t give them a reason to judge you just because your shoes are old. Please? Let me buy you a suit. Let me do this for you, Luka.”

He still didn’t get it – not really, if he was perfectly honest – but when she looked at him like that…

“…ok,” he said, and the smile and second hug she gave him made it all worth it.

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Character ref for; Jack, Maddie and Jazz,

Art by @gally-hin / @gally-hin-phantom

Okay so first off; in terms of Actual redesign, I didn't change a whole lot. I'm actually very fond of Jack and Maddie's design's, my only real issue was with their proportions. Like...look as a lady person who is also thiCC I do not have a fucking wasp thin waist and I'm sure I'm not the only one, lmao. As for Jack? Godamnit he looked like a brick on toothpicks. Just Let him be a fucking Bara man! Anyway of course I asked Gally to do this one bc they're fucking great at drawing different body types

I also cannot and will not take credit for Jazz's outfit. I didn't have any issue with her canon clothes aside from them being a bit plain, so what she's wearing here was literally pulled straight off of her original concept art, which I will link here.

Anyway, getting to the Actual character lore now, let's start with

Maddie Fenton

-Full name is Madeline (I haven't decided on a maiden name yet)

-Born and raised on a farm in Arkansas, had a southern accent that she trained herself out of in college bc it was just one more reason for people not to take her seriously. Still sometimes uses "y'all" completely unironically bc old habits die hard.

-She has a really big family, and they're proud of her accomplishments but feel like she's wasting her talent studying ghosts, because really, up until the Fenton portal was up and running there wasn't even any solid proof they existed. Her sister Alicia is the one outlier there, and even if she doesn't understand, it she completely supports her.

-She majored in engineering and minored in psychology at Wisconsin EDU. Her, Jack and Vlad were all in the same engineering class, and that's where they met.

-Maddie is particularly interested in how ghosts think, analysing their behavior, their motives. Not only that, but they aren't just dead people with unfinished business, they've built an entire culture in the Ghost Zone that is completely seperate from humanity, and she wants to understand all of it.

-skilled marksman and 9th degree black belt, (which is. The highest fucking level there is holy shit? I looked it up after I saw it on her wiki page.)

Jack Fenton

-He's from Minnesota (Amity park is in Illinois and him and Maddie didn't move there until after they got married) 

-okay, "but why minnesota specifically" you ask? Because. I crave. Foot ball discourse. 

-minnesota vikings vs green bay packers guys do you UNDERSTAND WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS 

-The funny thing is that Jack only watches football casually while Vlad is a fucking die hard so when these two got together to see a game it was like....

-Jack: Here to chill and have a good time.

-Vlad: Primed and ready to start a fist fight at any given moment.

-I am never not going to be salty about how Canon Jack was portrayed like a complete moron 99% percent of the time. Like no...theres a difference between Actual Stupid and ADHD induced dumbass-ery.

-Am I saying Jack Fenton has ADHD? Yes. why? Because I also have ADHD and I have always vibed So Hard with his Character.

-Jack is loud and easily excited about things that interest him. He's impulsive and fidgety and yeah, a bit absent minded. He has a mouth that clearly runs so much faster than his head. His train of thought doesn't get derailed so much as it stops and takes several different detours on the way to it's final destination.

-and that's only the tip of the iceberg, really, I'd need an entire essay to get into this completely, but I just really relate.

-Jacks skill-set / interests regarding ghosts vary a bit from Maddie's, most notably in the sense that he doesn't believe that they're static entities already set in their ways, completely incapable of change.

-Jack majored in engineering and minored in Biology at Wisconsin EDU.

-Jack's work with tech is a bit hit or miss. He definitely HAS the engineering skills, but the intrest isn't always there and he's constantly jumping back and forth between different projects. He tends to focus on the concept work and schematics and leave most of the assembly to Maddie as a result. It's an arrangement that works well for them, and has drastically decreased the number of unintentional explosions in the lab.

-A lot of Jack's work tends to revolve around ghostly biology and Ectoplasm, figuring out how ghosts are made, what makes them tick, what the hell Ectoplasm Actually Is, how it's used as an energy source, ect.

-and yes, that does also mean he handles the dissections.

-See that facial scar? Yeah, that's not actually there at the start of the series rewrite but it's very important for plot reasons so I had to include it. Can't say much more on the subject because SPOILERs owo.

Jasmine Fenton

-Jazz is a 18 years old, and a senior at Casper high.

-Which means she prepping to go away to college and won't be around to keep an eye on Danny.

-Obviously that doesn't mean I'm just writing her out of the story, oh no. Know why? Because she's also gonna go to Wisconsin EDU. ya know who else is in Wisconsin? Fuckin' Vlad.

-Jazz is autistic, Although she passes for neurotypical in part due to symptoms being completely over looked in girls due to gender stereotyping and also the fact that she doesn't have any special interests that are considered " "too weird.""

- Her hyperfixation with psychology started at a young age in an effort to better understand people, and social/emotional cues and all that.

-Jazz is well liked at school but she's not popular or apart of any specific group or clique. She's very kind and compassionate to people, and just about everyone knows her, but you'd be hard pressed to find someone who actually Considered her a friend. Except maybe Spike.

-I'm gonna have to give spike his own Character ref at some point, but he's this scary looking goth kid that's been held back twice. He's actually super sweet, just really fuckin' quiet and anxious. Him and jazz kinda ended up gravitating towards each other. She might do most of the talking, but they look out for each other.

-its not like jazz doesn't try to socialize, but it's difficult and she's found it much easier and less stressful to just. Keep to herself and let her interactions with her peers stay shallow and superficial. Sure, it's lonely sometimes but it's better than constantly worrying about saying the wrong thing or making some other misstep.

-One of Jazz's other special interests is football, and it's not so much the players or the game as it is the strategy of it? Started out as one of those things you do to bond with your dad, and she ended up getting really into it.

-She absolutley winds up getting into stupidly intense discussions with Vlad about it, too, lmao.

-Her and Danny probably bonded over SBNation bc that shit has both sentient satellites and ridiculously complex football mechanics.

-She's completely oblivious to the fact, but Dash has a massive crush on her bc holy shit this girl understands football (hey bud your toxic masculinity is showing put that shit away)

-I mentioned that Danny was in Cheer for a bit in middle school so it makes sense that she'd also be pushed into doing some kind of extracurricular activity.....so.....she was in a martial arts class for a bit thanks to Maddie and has a good grasp on self defense.

I think that's everything? I feel like I'm leaving things out tho? Idk if I did I'll come back and add on to this later and also pls don't hesitate to ask questions bc it really helps me flesh things out better.

[avid-adoxography]

New Year's resolutions but it's actually a list of stuff that I need/want to work on, let's goooooooo!!

About my F/Os:

Sturm ~ I will give him new arms. It's a promise, a threat (to everyone) and a treat (for me) >:3c

Oliver ~ I oughta finish updating his bio and make him some proper reference sheets. And his horse too. Trust me it's important for the lore™

Lord Kardok ~ Same as above, but to a much more deep extent. A redesign is long due too, both in terms of character and weapon design (of which I already have something ready), but maaan... shit's hard when the hyperfixation ain't kicking in ✌🏻😔

About my S/Is:

Griselda Thaar / Murias ~ Finalize her design and publish her bio. She's such a complex character on which I've been working so intensely on, I think she deserves to be shared with the world too uwu

Silvia Baronio ~ I need a.. uh... reference sheet for her mutated form. And maybe plan some extra outfits too (including some proper Romanian ones for uhh... A couple special occasions dhhd) but we'll see.

Monstersona ~ Update their reference sheet and separate the OG from the one I'm using as my Deltarune!sona to avoid confusion.

MediEvil!sona ~ Oh god where do I even start with this... Delete it. Break it. Twist it. Reshape it. Upgrades people! UPGRADES!! I have a new story, new ideas and improved skills to make something good out of this mess trust me >:3

Stuff in general:

Try to be more active in the selfship community AND with my mutuals (collabs, trades, gifts.. ya know the drill <3c)

Make more art and, more importantly, actually post my works instead of hoarding them like a loser dhdb

Get back into writing. For reals this time. And post that as well ffs.

Stop being emotionally constipated and actually gush more about my faves >:(

Speaking of, I will now be sharing headcanons on main. No more secrets, y'all're gonna be cursed with forbidden knowledge about my fos whether y'all like it or not gjsvk

Find some new friends who like the same media I'm into and do shenanigans together? Maybe..? I'd. Really love that ngl hhh <3c

Aaand that's p much it, hopefully I'll stick to it and get to do at least one thing right eventually djdh sooo... yeah let's see how it goes 👀🤞🏻

[meepmoopfanfics]

you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 6 Part 2

The familiar sound of Alexander Hamilton blares through your phone speakers waking you from your deep, restful sleep. You reach over to snooze it but are almost too excited to continue rehearsals to even close your eyes again. It’s 7:30am. Monday. It’s finally here. The day you would rehearse for your dream show in front of your dream cast. The sunlight peeks through your window, shining warm, bright light on your cheeks, filling your soul with positive energy for the day. You reach over to your nightstand to flip through your script to make sure you’re able to nail all of the alto harmonies in front of the whole cast today. 

You had your rehearsal outfit laid out from the night before. You weren’t one to be this organized or prepared... but for Hamilton?! You were instantly on top of your shit. You pulled on your favorite black Lululemon leggings, a camo sports bra (you’re ready for battle here!), and a cute cropped burgundy shirt from Urban Outfitters. You threw on a white Nike hoodie over top to keep you warm when you weren’t dancing. You giggled at the thought of potentially wearing your copy of Daveed’s signature Purple Oaklandish hoodie to rehearsal that you got as a gag gift from your parents on your last birthday. One day that would have to happen. Would be fangirling at its finest. Maybe you would eventually just burn it so no one saw.

Your subway ride to the Richard Rogers was not as chaotic as usual. The trains were on time and you felt like the universe was finally on your side. You stopped into the coffee shop across the street to grab a large black coffee and a classic bacon, egg, and cheese on an English muffin with avocado to get you going. You were there a little early so you could foam roll and stretch while listening to chill music. You always needed your “me” time to get into your groove before facing the day. You walked into your dressing room and were so happy to see Michelle already there, devouring her favorite Panera bagel, the cinnamon crunch. Mid-bite, she squeals at seeing you.

“Y/N!!! You have me on the edge of my freakin seat here. What in the HELL happened after brunch?”

You giggled and felt the heat come over your face. 

“Let me tell you Michelle... it was everything.”

“Was it good?!” Michelle immediately blurted out.

“...yeeeeeeeah...” You said through a smirk. 

“WAS HE BIG?!” Michelle yelled.

“SHHHHH” You said to shut her up while snickering.

You both laughed so hard you felt tears coming to your eyes. Thankfully there was no one else in the dressing rooms near you yet so you weren’t that worried. 

Until two seconds later when you heard a knock from wall next to you.

Michelle and you screamed and continued to die laughing. 

“Laaaaaadieeees!! What’s goin oooon?” Anthony bursts into your dressing room without warning. “What are ya laughin’ about?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing!” You said quickly back, continuing the laughter.

“Oh yeah?! Nothin at all to do with Diggs, right?” Anthony’s signature grin came across his face as his face turned red as he held back laughter. He nudged your arm a couple of times. “I heard the whole thing, Y/N, the walls are paper thin. But it’s chill! It’s chill!” He waved his hands signaling that he would keep a secret and would have your back. Then out of no where he whisper taunts “Diggs is after the bullet! Diggs is after the buuuulleeeeet!!!”

Thankfully Anthony’s actual dressing room was upstairs next to Diggs. Ant was only visiting the PT room to warm up.

“You’re the absolute worst!” You responded.

“Enjoy your breakfast ladies!” Anthony waved goodbye in the silliest way and headed back out. 

You and Michelle caught up over your breakfast sandwiches. You showed her the note you wrote on your phone about your hookup, trying not to miss out on any details when telling her. Your attentiveness to details and your photographic memory were so helpful when it came to choreography, but when it came to remembering events, it was both a blessing and a curse. Re-reading it, however, was having you break a sweat more than if you started warming up.

Michelle then filled you in on her evening with Cedric. You knew the two of them were bound to become a thing even though she was hesitant about it. And thankfully you wouldn’t have to worry about Cedric coming on to you in any way.

--

Time passed and both you and Michelle warmed up together, foam rolled, and got ready to go. You started to get butterflies thinking about dancing for Lin Manuel Miranda. He was having his alternate, Javier, stand in for rehearsals so he could watch from the theater. He was going to see your every move of Act 1. You were proud of yourself for how well you knew the show and felt perfectly comfortable with your castmates. 

“Alright good morning everyone!” You heard from the loud speaker that reached all rooms backstage. “You all can make your way to the stage for our first run through of Act 1! Make sure you grab your mic belts and mics from sound. Thank you! Everyone to stage, please, everyone to stage.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You said aloud. 

You made your way to the stage. Even though you already had seen the set and the majestic view of the theater seats in the Richard Rogers, it still gave you chills every time. The intricate detailing in the set design was something you could stare at for hours and continue to find something new.

You walked out of your comfort zone to stand next to Anthony who was giving Jasmine a shoulder massage. They were so sweet and truly the epitome of what love/healthy relationships should be and look like.

You looked around at everyone chatting to each other in awe. There was Oak making Michelle and Cedric laugh as if they’d been best friends for years, Renee and Philippa giggling and rubbing each others arms to stay warm, and Leslie pacing already in his craft, perfecting every last detail to ensure he still had that Tony winning performance in him.

Stephanie was seated a few rows back to get a good view of the full stage and balcony. Andy, the choreographer, wasn’t there this week since he was working on some other projects, but he would be coming to watch soon. You couldn’t wait to dance for Andy again, your dream choreographer. She sat next to Alex Lacamoire with the “god mic” which she would be shouting out notes and corrections from during the run.

“Check check...” Stephanie said in a low, radio-esque voice. “It’s me, God.”

The entire cast and crew erupted in laughter.

“Just jooooking it's Steph. WHAT’S UP WOLF PAAACKKK?!”

The OBC woo’d, shouted, and clapped. 

Then you heard a familiar raspy voice shout, just about an inside voice, “It’s too early SK.”

You looked over to see Daveed looking hella hot with his hair pulled up a-la Lafayette style with his glasses on, scratching the scruff of his freshly trimmed beard.

“It’s too early for shots out the grammy hangovers, Diggs.” Stephanie responded playfully. You hoped one day you’d get to take one out of the grammy.

Daveed looked tired, but so sexy as expected. He was dessed in a Black Oaklandish tank and red sweats, with a black hoodie tied around his waist. You instantly you got a sour feeling in your stomach. You imagined him partying out late with other women, hooking up with them after he threw back a few Belvedere shots with Rafa... wait. Your mind was making up situations that were not even real. Shit... I guess you were starting to like this idiot. You rolled your eyes at yourself and focused back on his bulging biceps to snap out of it.

Gotta pay attention, gotta pay attention. You thought.

“I can guess who he was out late with!!” Anthony softly whispered in your ear. Jasmine instantly hit him on the shoulder giving him a dirty, yet playful look. 

“Oh shut it, A.” You whispered back as you elbowed him in the side. 

Daveed looked over at you and Ant but had no idea what you both said. His eyes then met yours, sending a heartbeat to your core. He winked at you quickly and smirked. You winked back.

“I see you, Y/N...” Jazzy whispered. “You guys are acting like Ant and I did when we started this shindig.”

“It’s nothing, really.” You said while breaking eye contact, trying to sound chill.

“Y/N... don’t you dare lie to me!” She giggled. You were dumbfounded by her perfectly clear skin.

“Well, we’re just two super flirty people, it’s nothing, well, nothing more than that on his end I don’t think.”

“Girl just be patient. Enjoy it. He really isn’t openly flirty with many people. He sees what he likes and takes it. You’ll see. If anyone knows that, we do.” Jazzy mentioned while pointing at her and A. She then started softly warming up her vocal chords and gave you a pat on your shoulder. She was so sweet and the positive, chill energy she brought into the room was contagious.

“Lets take it from the top y'all!” Stephanie shouted on her mic.

You headed backstage to get ready for opening. You and Daveed started backstage Left together. You approached him and he gently placed his warm hand on your lower back as you passed him.

“Morning, (Y/Nickname). Merde, babygirl.” He said as you walked to your wing.

“Mornin, Lafayette.” You said as you snickered. “Loving the hair.”

He smiled and shook his little poofball on top of his head back at you as you both settled into your spots.

The piano keys pounded the same melody as you heard from your alarm waking up this morning. An unreal moment for you. After Leslie sung his solo, one by one the principals started rapping the words to Alexander Hamilton. It was hard not to mouth them under your breath. It went perfectly. Aaron Burr, Sir went through quickly since you weren’t on stage really. You didn’t get a single note during My Shot. The little moments you had together bantering with Daveed were cute and he “shoved you with love” as the chorus says during rehearsals if you know someone’s in the wrong spot. One after one, you all nailed your dances. You and Cedric nailed your partnering with only one slight mishap with the basket toss lifts in Helpless, since it was your first time using the rehearsal skirts. They were heavy as hell.

Then came time for Stay Alive. Your first moment as the Bullet in front of Lin. You counted and perfectly grabbed the bullet from M4′s rifle causing Stephanie to come on the mic and say “You better work, Y/N!” You smiled as you mimicked the bullet just surpassing Javier’s skull. You respected Javier so much because he took his work so seriously. That’s how you wanted to be known. The quick change into the British army coat was going to be difficult, but you know the dressers backstage were on top of it a and would make sure you’d get to stage on time once the show premiered.

The rest of the run through was a sheer blur of running back stage through the wings, mimicking where your quick changes would be, staring at awe at Daveed as he rapped 19 words in 3 seconds, even while completely hungover, and chugging water bottle after water bottle. This was tough stuff. Non stop was a cardio routine essentially, and pushing Chris as Washington on the moving stairs was way tougher that you thought. You didn’t want to hurt the set so you were extra gentle with it. The way Stephanie responded to the cast was so positive. You all were knockouts. She gave some notes to Michelle about her mother lift, which she corrected and perfected immediately. You were so thankful to be part of such a talented and intelligent cast who were quick on their feet and no nonsense.

“If that were in costume, that would’ve been a near perfect first run for your cast.” Stephanie said.

“EXCEPT I WASN’T IN IT.” Lin said as he snatched the mic. The cast giggled as they plopped onto the stage floor, panting from the run. “My new cinnamon rolls are perfect. PERFECT I tell you. I can feel all of your energy beaming from the stage. I can’t wait to perform with you all. This is truly an honor.”

Everyone clapped together. Just so happy to be performing after such a long time apart. You’ve never felt more proud.

“Now OBC’s... make sure we don’t let our comfortability tinge our performance okay? Remember when the material was fresh and fun? We need to make it fresh and fun for our audiences. Jazz watch the eye contact with Ant, you’re gonna ruin it for the LAM fans if John Laurens looks like he's straight.” Everyone laughed. “Also Daveed, quit milking your side moments with Y/N.” 

“I noticed that too...” Steph chimed in in a tone which sounded like she had discovered a secret.

You began to feel embarrassed and covered your face with your hands.

“I was shoving with love!” Daveed shouted, trying to make the situation less awkward. He didn’t look back at you, no recognition, no nothing. Your stomach started to churn with nerves again. Could he not admit he was flirting with you? I guess it was a professional setting, but still sort of upsetting. 

“Alright let’s take a twenty minute break. New ensemble, we’ll go a little more in depth with minuscule notes and changes. Wolfpack, take a half hour before music brushup with Alex.” Steph turned off the mic and people dispersed into their dressing rooms, the green rooms, or into the audience to grab snacks/ foam roll.

Your Burgundy top was slightly sweat drenched from the hard work you put in. You got back up to your dressing room with Michelle and saw your phone light up with a text.

Diggs: You looked hella good out there, Y/N. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you

Y/N: Thanks, Diggs. You weren’t too shabby yourself ;)”

Diggs: Like I said before, even though I’m not technically the bullet, I still got ammo... and you have a twenty...

Your eyes widened. A quickie? Right now of all times? You couldn't. Not with the professionals in the room.

Diggs: My dressing room in 5?

Well I’ll be damned, Lafayette’s on my side... you sung in your mind.

Y/N: Here? You sure it’ll be okay?

Diggs: I don’t share a room. Only if you’re comfortable, babygirl

You felt a pulse go to your opening when he said that. Also him calling you babygirl drew you over the edge. You also didn’t realize how much of a turn on it would be to potentially hookup in the very place the most respected people who’ve ever worked on Hamilton would be simultaneously working, unfazed at what would soon happen behind Daveed’s dressing room walls.

Y/N: I’m in

You checked yourself out in the mirror without saying a word to Michelle, made sure your flyaways were sprayed back, put some more deodorant on and gave yourself a splash of your fave perfume.

“And where the hell are you in a hurry to go to, missy?” Michelle said as you began to briskly exit out of the dressing room.

“Can’t talk, will update you later. Love ya.” You winked in her direction. Her eyes widened and she started laughing to herself as you closed the door behind you while ferociously typing a new text to get Diggs excited.

Y/N: Your shirt better be off by the time I get to your dressing room. 

Diggs: Way ahead of you

Diggs: Can’t wait to hear you struggle not to moan

God damn, Diggs.

Y/N: Oh yeah? How cocky of you to assume you’d make me moan ;)

Diggs: You know I will

Diggs: And I know just how I can muffle them ;)

Fuck.

Your brisk walk turned into a light jog as you became desperate. You climbed the last set of stairs to his dressing room and stood outside of the door that was slightly cracked ajar. Here you were again, with one inch of barrier between you two. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You lightly knocked on the door and waited.

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[noisydreamlandkoala]

Fashion week

3rd person POV

The class was having a heated discussion about the last day of fashion week which was tommorow.

"Oh my God Mari-bug tommorow is the last day of fashion and you know what that means" Chloe shouted.

"Red carpet" Marinette squealed.

"Remind me why I hang out with you again" Kagami deadpans.

"Because babe-" Luka started to be cut off by Ayla.

"Why would you guys care about fashion week" she rudely cuts in earning a eye roll from the group.

"Because I was your friend and you love me" Marinette says.

"Don't ignore me you attention seeking b*tch" Ayla fumes.

A lot has happened in the last two years. Lila came back and made due with her promise. The class now bully Marinette. Chloe and Marinette are best friends.

Marinette has a boyfriend, the one and only Damian Wayne. They met when Audrey dragged them to Gotham to make a business deal with one of the richest men on earth.

Turned out the business deal revolved around Marinette and that's how MDC , famous fashion designer (more famous then Gabriel), was born.

Luka and Kagami started dating shortly after they moved to Marinette's class to protect their friend.

Nette was soon brought into this world with help from Luka.

"Well that's true" Kagami says still ignoring Ayla.

"So do you think Adrien and Lila will be going" Marinette.

"Psh HACK NO" the group shouts laughing.

"I said don't ignore me you wanna be fashion designer"Ayla says.

"Well please leave me alone you wanna reporter" Marinette shouts clearly annoyed.

The bell rings signalling the end of the day. The group walks out the school to see people grounding a moter cycle.

"You don't think" Marinette asks to spot a familiar pair of green eyes.

"Dami" she shouts running and hugging the boy. "Your early" she squeals in his arms making him chuckle.

"He couldn't wait to see you" a voice comes from behind them.

"Timmy" Chloe shouts hugging the source of the voice.

"Marinette, Chloe get of the poor guys. I can't believe you would go through so much trouble just to get attention you attention seeking b*tch" Ayla shouts.

"Tt I don't know who you are but please don't insult my girlfriend"  Damian says putting on his famous frown.

"Who insulted Marinette and how are they still alive" another male voice says.

"Sunshine" Marinette says hugging the source of the voice.

"Hey blue how you doing" he asks.

"I'm great but how are you here I only invited Dami and his family. Oh my God where's my brother" Marinette says jumping around.

"Calm down Angel" Damian says pulling her into his arms while chuckling.

"Yep I'm here with my parents and were here to take y'all to the others" he says. "Now let's go" he says dragging Tim and Chloe to the car.

They rode of with Marinette and Damian on the moter cycle.

- Time skip next morning -

The class is currently sitting in class waiting for the fashion week ball to start.

"Miss Bustier where's Marinette" Rose asked.

"She Luka, Kagami and Chloe are not coming to school today"  she replies.

"Probably didn't want to see how much she has failed in life compared to Lila who designed almost all of the celebrities clothes" Ayla says.

"They starting" Mylene sequels.

- at the red carpet -

"Jagged Stone, I didn't think you'd show up today, what inspired your outfit" Nadia asks.

"Of course I wouldn't miss supporting my honorary niece for anything" Jagged says.

"What do you mean by that" she asks.

"Didn't you here MDC is revealing who she is today" Jagged says leaving.

"You heard it folks MDC is doing a revel people, we're finally going to see who's under the mask" Nadia says speaking to the camera.

- in the classroom -

"OMG" Rose squeals.

"We're finally gonna know the identity of your childhood friend Lila" Ayla squeals.

- at the ball -

"Here comes Damian Wayne with his date, well I can't believe, his date is non other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng" Nadia announces.

"Hey Nadia" Marinette greets.

"Well hello Marinette so your Damian's guest today" she asks making her giggle.

"Actually it's the other way around" Damian says smiling.

"How's that possible" she asks.

"I would tell you but that would ruin the surprise" Marinette says making Nadia laugh.

"Well okay who designed your dress"she asks.

"The one and only MDC" she says smirking "sorry Nadia I have to go, Jon would kill me if I didn't speak to his parents, but the other Wayne's and a few special guest of my own are going to be here shortly, by Nadia" she says dragging Damian away.

"See you Marinette and thanks" she says.

Soon Kagami, Luka, Chloe and Tim come with Kagami and Luka hand in hand and Chloe and Tim hand in hand.

"Hey Nadia" Chloe greets.

"Chloe so you guys are the special guest Marinette was talking about. I see you have Timothy Drake as you date" Nadia says making Chloe giggle.

"Yes we're Marinette's special guest that including the Wayne's and Kent's" she says.

"Marinette has practically ordered all of us to speak to you before we enter" Tim says.

"And a exclusive interview after" Luka says.

"I'm not going to ask who designed your clothes because I'm sure they are MDC originals but I have to ask, what do you mean by interview" Nadia asks.

"Indeed your correct our clothes are MDC originals and about your second question, you'll see what I mean later" Kagami says as they walk inside.

- in the classroom -

"Wait Marinette is at the red carpet" Mylene says.

"Wearing a MDC original" Alix adds.

"With Chloe, Kagami and Luka" Julika says shocking everyone.

"Wait how" Kim asks.

"Probably manipulated the poor guy" Lila says.

- back at the ball -

"Can I have everyone attention please" Audrey says as the music stops and everyone quits down. "As you all have heard MDC is going to be revealing herself tonight along with LC, Melodic fencer, Royal C and Nette" she says making to crowd mummer in excitement."Now introducing our group the out cast's singing their song 'New rules'" she shouts making the crowd go wild.

4 teenagers come out they are immediately recognized as LC, Melodic fencer,Royal C and Nette.

"Hey guys you know me as Nette" Nette says.

"Me as Royal C"

"Me as LC"

"And me as Melodic fencer"

"But do you really know us" they say at the same time.

"I'm the girl who had a hard time in life. A very strict life to be exact. Then Nette came in and talked to my gurdian and I now leave like a normal teenagers, well a normal teenager who gets bullied because of a lier" Melodic fencer says.

"I'm the boy who can read your melody. I can't communicate well without my guitar. The boy who has been shunned by his family because of a lier" LC says.

"I'm the girl who grew up without a mother. Had a father who was to busy to spend time with me and decided to buy my love resulting in me becoming a spoilt bret. Nette was able to better my relationship with my parents and give me some everyone failed to give me. A second chance and love but I to am being bullied because of a lier" Royal C says.

"Nette changed our lives for the better" the 3 say together "we all achieved our dreams and a few things extra"

"I'm Nette. But under the mask I'm the girl who is getting bullied because of a lier. I have to wake up extra early just to avoid getting bullied. My things are continusly being destroyed. What's worse is this is all being done by people I thought were my friends. All our lives have been ruined by one lier" Nette says.

"Oh so they thought" they say at the same time.

"The lier might have just shown the people we thought were our friends or loved ones true colors"Nette says "I wrote this song for them"

LC, Royal C and melodic fencer

One, one, one, one, one

Nette

Talkin' in my sleep at night

Makin' myself crazy

LC,Royal C and melodic fencer

(Out of my mind, out of my mind)

Nette

Wrote it down and read it out

Hopin' it would save me

LC, Royal C and melodic fencer

(Too many times, too many times)

Melodic fencer

My love, he makes me feel like nobody else

Nobody else

But my love, he doesn't love me

So I tell myself, I tell myself

Royal C

One, don't pick up the phone

You know they only calling 'cause they drunk and alone

LC

Two, don't let them in

You'll have to kick them out again

Melodic fencer

Three, don't be his friend

You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning

LC and Melodic fencer

And if you're under him

You ain't getting over him

All four

I've got new rules, I count 'em

I've got new rules, I count 'em

I've gotta tell them to myself

I've got new rules, I count 'em

I've gotta tell them to myself

Nette

I keep pushin' forwards

But they keeps pullin' me backwards

LC, Royal C and melodic fencer

(Nowhere to turn, no way)

(Nowhere to turn, no)

Nette

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

I see you're on break (congrats)and you want some aus? Perfect What about a single dad finally meets the kindergarten teacher and shenanigans occur or something like that? Remeber tonjoy your break tho and rest up :)

Ah Anon it makes me ever so happy to see you in my inbox! Please never leave my darling. And I hope you're good, and happy, and well. Don't worry I'm definitely resting up these hols (please ignore the fact that I'm posting this at 2am while I tell you I am resting)

So I know I said prompts were probs gonna be jercy but when I read this everything in me just screamed PERCABETH. So that's what I wrote. Side note this had biiigg Everything Has Changed music video vibes.

Anyway I hope you enjoy! Love y'all. And thanks for the prompt! Keep em coming.

Masterlist for more crackships and other stuff

Percy Jackson pulled into the designated pick up zone, his music blasting so hard his seats vibrated. His fingers tapped along to the beat against the steering wheel, head bobbing aimlessly. The time on the dashboard blinked 14:59 and as the song ended the clock struck the hour.

Little kids, dressed in all manor of outfits came pouring out of the school, throwing basketballs and strapping on bike helmets. He watched as a little boy in a lobster costume attempted to mount his bicycle, falling three times before he got frustrated enough to yank the costume down. Percy, and probably every parent in the vicinity, was grateful the little guy had a vest and shorts on underneath.

Another little boy looked on the verge of tears as he handed a broken pair of wings to his mom. She gave him a kiss and a chocolate and the kid beamed so hard the sun got a little jealous. He immediately turned to the little girl next to him and offered her some of his sugary contraband.

Damn Percy loved Halloween.

Speaking of which, where on earth was Estelle? She had been buzzing about the Halloween sleepover all week and now she was going to be late.

He checked the clock to find five minutes had gone by with no sign of his little sister. The front area was beginning to clear as little kids hopped on the school bus or into a parent's car. He gave it one more, impatient minute before getting out and stalking towards the schools entrance. His eyes wide and frantically searching through all the little bobbles and capes and various types of bugs. What was it with little kids and insects? Still there was no sign of a bright green tail or red hair clips.

Percy was starting to panic. He pushed the double doors of the school open, "Estelle? Estelle? Elle? Ellie? Elephant?"

His shouts echoed in the empty hallways but there was no response.

"Princess Ariel? Come on Elle this isn't funny." His voice shook with nerves as he peered into empty classrooms and around abandoned corners.

"Elle if you come out now I'll get you icecream on the way home." Bribing always worked.

"Come one Estelle, please," He could hear the panic in his voice now.

"Can I help you?" A voice from behind him asked.

He whipped around, stumbling as he caught sight of the stranger.

She was, wow. She looked like a princess from one of Estelle fairytales. Golden curls, and bright grey eyes. And a soft, expectant smile.

Expectant.... expactant. Shit. She was waiting for him.

He cleared his throat, "Uh yes hi I'm looking for my little sister. She didn't come out after school and I'm panicking just a little."

"Oh alright," She motioned for him to follow her before disappearing behind a door, "Can you tell me her name and who her teacher is?"

"Sure yea, her name is Estelle Blofis and her teacher is Miss Dare."

"Oh yes they had swim class for the last hour of the day. Come on I'll take you to the pool. Maybe she's still there."

"Thank you so much," He gave her a grateful look, "I'm Percy by the way, Percy Jackson."

"Annabeth Chase," Her tone was open but her answer was blunt.

Percy was confused and a little worried, and wow she was pretty.

"So you been working here long?"

She gave him a weird look and he realized it was probably a stupid question but before he could back track she was shrugging her shoulders.

"About two years."

"Must really love children huh?" He chuckled, "I think I'd go crazy if I had to look after a bunch of six year olds all day."

She looked at him then, grey eyes piercing into his.

"It started out as a backup plan while I waited to get into postgrad and kind of just became a thing."

"Well I'm sure you're great at it."

She laughed softly, pushing open the doors to the pool, "I'm great at everything Mr Jackson."

"Percy!" A small weight crashed into his legs.

"Hello Elle, where have you been?" He crouched down to look his little sister in the eye, "I've been worried sick about you."

"I'm sorry Pers," She gave him that puppydog stare, "We were having so much fun in the pool Miss Dare said we could stay in for a little extra. I didn't think you'd mind since you like to listen to your loud music." Her little button nose scrunched in distaste before she bounded away to change and grab her things.

Percy heard a soft snickering from behind him and stood up to see Annabeth covering her mouth, grey eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Someone's not a fan of your taste."

He scowled at her, "She doesn't count. Her favourite song is" Kiss the Girl" from Ariel."

"That's a great song," The blonde arched a perfect brow.

"Maybe when you're a kindergarten teacher," He teased, "I listen to real music like Led Zeppelin and Bon Jovi."

"Who said that's real music, Seaweed Brain?" She said pointing to his t-shirt that read Marine Biologists: seaweeds with brains.

"Haha," Percy rolled his eyes, "Well what do you consider good music?"

She opened her mouth to respond but Estelle beat her to it.

"Okay Percy I'm ready. Are we gonna get icecream on our way home?"

"What are you gonna give me in return?" They started waking back into the school.

"We can watch any movie you want tomorrow." She declared.

"Any movie?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Any movie. Oh except toy story. I don't like watching Andy give all his toys away. And that mean pink bear scares me."

"So we can watch Frozen?" He picked her up to look straight at her.

"Yes!" She giggled, "But you can't sing along to every word. I like Elsa and Anna's voice."

He pouted at her and glared at Annabeth who had been silent until this moment, when she had hurriedly tried to cover up her laugh with a cough.

"Why don't you run to the car, little one," He put Estelle down, "If you can get there in under thirty seconds I'll let you have two scoops of ice-cream."

The little girl didn't so much as blink before she was racing down the hall.

"So Frozen huh?" Annabeth smirked, "Guess that's also considered good music?"

"I'll have you know Elsa and Anna are queens and icons of this generation."

"Personally I think Nani and Lilo are better role models but whatever you say," She grinned at him.

"How about we settle this debate over coffee? Friday next week?"

"I hope you know I was captain of the debate team in college so you're definitely going down."

"All I'm hearing is that you accepted to go on a date with me," It was his turn to smirk.

She laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew he looked ridiculous but her laugh was buttery and warm and he'd do most anything to keep hearing it.

"It's a date Percy Jackson."

His smile was bright and unrestrained as they waved goodbye.

"See you then Annabeth Chase."

[yamithediaperdork]

Forgotten Stories 3: Baby hunter and Daddy vampire (you guessed it, Mortal Instruments)

jace signed softly as he waited at the cafe. He was annoyed something fierce as the former mundane turned vampire Simon had flat out SUMMONED here to the late night dinner, saying that they NEEDED to talk. Jace, who had better things to do, and money to make was understandably vexed and as he sipped on the black crud that this greasy spoon dared to call coffee, he mumbled to himself. "Swear to god, if it's more of my blood he's after.." the shadow hunter grumbled, then set the coffee down and reached once again for the sugar, pouring more into the crud. "How the hell do you not have diabetes?" Came the amused tone of the vampire and jace just rolled his eyes. "you know,. just because you're immortal and can drink anything doesn't mean the rest of us are. i have to make this drinkable SOMEHOW." the blond shot back and then nodded to the seat across from him. "Now you wanna tell me why I'm here instead of doing better things with my time? I'm not giving you more blood..or gum wrappers." jace smirked at that as Simon narrowed his eyes, taking a seat. "ohhh wow, soo witty. I was a rat for a few hours years ago. get over it. and besides, in terms of embarrassing things.. i think you've more then topped me being turned into a rat." Simon said and gave a big smirk. "what ever you think you've found-" Jace started to say, but even as he spoke he was getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and then Simon pulled out a tablet, which was already on a certain naughty boys mycam page. Jace's to be exact. "..So did i ever tell you I have a twin brother wh-" "Bull.shit.diaper boy." Simon said and then pressed play on a video.

the video came to life and there was jace, at a playground. it was late at night and he was wearing a trench coat but was smiling into the camera. "Sup my peeps? this is your boy Stinky J and thanks to a generous cash gift from daddy V, yours truly is about to go and take a epic dump in his huggies, and go and play. remember, if you got the money and have a idea, PM me and you can see my cute twink ass doing all sorts of degrading things. don't forget to like and comment." Jace said, dropping the tench coat and revealing that he was only in a paw patrol pull up under the jacket. Turning around and slapping his butt, the blond demon slayer poped a squat and audible grunting could be heard and then with a MASSIVELY loud fart and a sign of relief the the back of the pull up expanded rapidly, puffing out and discoloring as Jace coo'ed in content. "Mannn that feels better.. though whew..y'all should be thankfully you can't smell this!" the blond brat teased, waving a hand and then waddled slowly (clearly making a effort not to let his hot load spill out of the poor pull up) towards the slide. "heh, what do you think folks? time to slip sliding? ..yeah thats what i thought too~" climbing up the ladder it was hard to make out his face from the distance he was at and then the big stinky baby plopped down on his butt (a oh fuck! and gasping heard) and then the big baby was sliding down the slide and-

Grabbing the tablet Jace turned the video off and was beet red, looking down at the table. "...Ok what do you want?" Jace asked. "What i want,for starters, is for you to stop using the money I send you to get stupid pull-ups when i clearly state diapers." Simon said and smirked as Jace looked up at him in confusion, the realization. "Y-Your daddyv!" "Ding ding ding! thats right, you've been a poopie pull up baby brat for a vampire the past three months. i wonder just how much trouble you'll be in when your little clubhouse finds out not only are you a diaper pooping big baby. but a vampires bitch too~" Jace whimpered, it was going to be humiliating enough if anyone else found out about his naughty way to make extra money. add in he was doing it for vamp.. this was NOT going to be good. "L-Look..I already spent the money if you want it back an-" Jace started and Simon cut him off with a sharp laugh. "what makes you think I need your money? I've been the one spoiling you remember dip shit?" Simon snorted. Jace huffed and actually started to pout a little at that. "awww look at it this way..at least I'm not a mundane anymore. that would make what I'm gonna make you do to shut me up even more humiliating for you." Simon added cheerfully. "...should I be worried?" jace asked with a gulp. "terrified." Simon confirmed with a shit eating grin.

half a hour later and there were at a old warehouse that was boarded up on the outside but Simon flew himself and jace in though a window where.. a makeshift nursery was set up among the ruins. "...this is going to suck even more then i thought huh?" jace asked faintly. "well if nothing else, you're more then free to use this for your videos." Simon snickered and then winked. "maybe I'll even be your camera man too." "pretty sure i'ma stop doing the videos after this." jace huffed. "You say that now.." was all Simon would say on the matter, leaving jace even more worried. "now then, who's ready to be put back in a good diaper for a change, not a pull up that'll leak the second you putt too much pressure on it?" Simon asked, going over to by the changing table he had set up in the ruins and grabbing out a stupidly thick and massive diaper that instead of the normal designs one would expect on it.. had diaper fag in baby block letters all over it. "..That has to be a custom job." jace whined and pointed. "No shit Sherlock." Simon chuckled. "Clearly you are the brains of your outfit." "you don't have to be a jerk you know." jace whined, starting to tug his jeans and undies down and Simon laughed again, "really? YOU of all people giving someone hell for being rude?" Jace paused and gave a sheepish smile. "well when you put it like that.., god.. am I even gonna be able to WALK in that thing?" Jace asked, naked from the waist down and shaved bald down there. "Fuck no. but you'll be able to crawl and get on your knees, which is what i want." Simon said and smirked, showing off his fangs. "...I'm gonna be sucking your dick aren't I?" "Awww who's a clever little baby? you are!" "look i uh.. I don't know if-" "oh don't try and tell me you haven't been slurping on Alec's dick like a greedy cock slut for the past year. just about everyone knows you're his cum dumpster." "W-what!? I am not!" jace squeaked and had a full body blush going on as Simon walked over and swatted his cute cheeks, leaving the shadow hunters buns slightly red. "ah ah ah..No lying." "I-I really don't suck Alec off..he uh.." jace's voice trailed off and looking down at the ground, and poking too fingers together, he finished in a tiny voice. "I..I pay him to fuck me.." "oh? don't you think he'd do it if you asked nicely?" "I..uh.. he said he would for free but I uh..asked if i could.." jace trailed off again as Simon started to laugh. "oh my god, your a total bottom bitch! begging to pay for the privilege of getting that cock.. you know i thought you were just shitting yourself in diapers rto buy booze or whatever.. not degrading yourself in public so you can get that dick!" Simon laughed. "Does alec at least give you a cum dumpster discount?" "D-Depends on his mood...c-can i get put the diaper on and suck you off already and get this over with!?" Jace whined and huffed. "...awfully demanding for a diaper shitting butt slut aren't you? you know..i was gonna make you shit yourself before sucking me off.." "...i'm not going to like where this is heading am I?" "Normally i'd say no..but with what a fucking bottom bitch you are you'll likely be creaming your huggies." Simon said.

the alternative to Jace loading his pampers was worse then he had thought, and after getting onto the opened diaper fag diaper, he'd had to watch as Simon gave himself a mild enema. "you know your fucking disgusting right?" jace whined, on the verge of tears as Simon pulled the tub out of his ass and walked over. "right. i'm gonna listen to someone who bounces up and down in shitty diapers for money to get fucked into submission on whats normal and whats not. though don't think i didn't notice all those silver scars on your ass.. does alec just wreak your hole so much you have to heal or need diapies full time?" Simon asked, squatting over Jace's cock and balls now. "Oh my god will you just shut up and do it already so i can suck your stupid dick and get out of here!?" Jace yelled. "alll right, but you know you just ASKED me to shit on you right?" "All of my fucking hate." "love you too." Simon grunted and as jace looked, tears welling up in his eyes, a thick brown log snaked out of Simon's ass and as the tip of it touched Jace's cock, his cock started to go limp and the tears were flowing. "S-Simon please! stop! I do-" he started to sob and simon just smirked. "Shut up diaper baby. it's going in your diaper or down your throat." Simon said and jace just blubbered. the hot shit coiled around his crotch before it broke off and the smell was horrible, making jace hold his nose. "Awww whats wrong, the stinky baby can't take a REAL MAN'S funk?" Simon teased and bore down, pushing out anther thick log and shifting slightly, making sure this would coat the baby fags balls. the third and forth logs didn't go on baby jac'es cock and balls though, it went right into the diaper so it was squish all over the big babies back side and jace had to give up holding his nose as he needed to suck his thumb and close his eyes to keep from just getting up and trying to bolt. "awww, such a sad widdle diaper boy~ don't worry buddy, Daddy Simon is almost done getting your diapie nice and stinky for you, then you can have a cock baba." simon teased. jace just whimpered. finishing up with his smelly load, Simon grabbed jace's boxers and used them to wipe his ass, giving jace a look that dared him to open his mouth to complain then tossed them in a diaper pail and stepped clear of the dumb baby fag. leaning down simon made a face and waved a hand, then grinned to jace. "whew! no more tacos for me! thats rotten huh buddy?" simon teased and the dumb baby just sucked on his thumb and nodded, then whined loudly as the diaper was taped up. helping jace roll onto his tummy and then get up on his hands and knees, Simon then patted and rubbed the back of the loaded diaper, making baby Jace whimper even more but any and all fight was clearly out of the former big shot. "D-Daddy pwease..cock baba." the stupid little diaper wimp whined. "Awww you wanna show daddy how grateful you are he 's letting you see how it feels to wear real man shit huh?" Simon teased. Knowing what the sadistic vampire wanted him to say, jace whined, then nodded. "yesh daddy. pwease wet stinky jace suck your dicky to say fank ku." he whined and despite how much he hated the load in his diaper, hated simon, hated all of this., jace was getting wood. 'whats wrong with me!?'

Simon took a seat far enough away that jace's knees got a little scraped up crawling over, and the crawling he was forced to do only squished the mess around even more but then he was on his knees and looking at Simon's 6 inchs of fuck meat. it wasn't as big as Alec's (hell, Jaces was sure there were horses who weren't as hung as Alec) but the fact that he was going to suck anther mans dick while wearing his shit just had the poor bottom bitch in total sub mode and he leaned forward and planted a big sloppy kiss on the cock head as Simon moaned. Opening his mouth he took the vamp cock in slowly, worried about gagging till the whole thing was in his mouth, going down his touge and he had a nose full of musky pubes. the taste..wasn't so bad as as jace pulled his head back, trailing his touge and making Simon moan he almost, maybe kinda, found himself loving the taste. Pushing back down a little more eagerly the blond bitch started to bob his head up and down the fuck meat with eagerness and Simon reached down and ruffled jace's hair. "Fuck..fuck..good boy Jace. I knew you'd love this.. just a little fucking diaper fag.. Fuck..I'm gonna have you in diapers 24/7..just a total fucking diaper bitch for my amusement." Simon was groaning and jace in his horned up state moaned around the vamp cock. "Fucking knew you'd like that..Not gonna out you to your widdle friends but you're gonna be my little diaper bitch from now on..Mine. and you're not healing your ass next time Alec breeds you either..i want you helplessly shitting yourself while hunting demons." Simon was panting now, regretting the fact that he had edged all day to the thought of what he was going to do to jace and knew he couldn't last too much longer. "Gonna fucking dress you like a toddler and take you to the park in the day. let all the kids see you in your t-thick massive diapers..L-let them spank you.." Simon added and then noticed that jace was reaching back, mushing the mess around in his poofy diaper while worshiping his new daddies cock. "Ha! knew you'd love my shit! Get ready baby boy, time for you first of MANY loads of daddy milk!" jace pulled back and with just the cock head in his mouth, reached around jerked Simon's cock hard. he didn't know why but he felt like he NEEDED to taste full on all of the vampire boys load and wasn't disappointed as Simon's cock erupted all over his touge, filling his taste buds with the taste of real man cum. as the last few ropes of nut juice fired off, causing some to start to leak out of Jace's nose, the stupid big baby came hard in his poopie diaper and collapsed, whimpering and moaning. Simon smirked and after making sure that jace was fully out, turned his attention over to a corner of the room, where a webcam was set up. "well everyone, thanks for watching! hope you all enjoyed seeing me use this shadow slayer as a diaper bitch cum dumpster and don't forget to like the video and comment on other things you wanna see me do to him. this is daddy v signing off." he said. After all, why should Jace be the only one to make a little cash on the side?

the end..for now.

[artificialqueens]

And Now You're Mine (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: Halloween smut for Barbie, I hope y'all enjoy it! Title is from I Put A Spell On You from Hocus Pocus. Happy Halloween!!

Also, DO NOT TAKE MY FICS AS FACTS. I have never been to a play party and did virtually no research on what they’re like beyond what I already knew about them (again, v little). I cannot guarantee it’s an accurate representation.

People in Vanessa and Brooke’s friend group often say that Halloween is Christmas for four groups of people: drag performers, closeted trans folks, cosplayers, and kinksters. Vanessa can’t deny it; even if for the kink community, that Christmas is held strictly behind closed doors, there’s no better occasion for a private sex party than a holiday where you’re supposed to dress up, party, and get freaky anyway. Plus, Halloween means cheap and easy-to-find costume options that either round out outfits perfectly, or give folks a budget-friendly way to look into whole new roleplays.

But the best part of the Halloween parties Brooke and Vanessa frequent, the real reason they make such an effort every year on Halloween night, is the opportunity to see and be seen. To show themselves off, and let everyone in the community see how well they work together, how good they are at what they do.

The kind of care Vanessa takes of her dear, darling sub, who gives herself up to Vanessa and trusts her right back.

And hey, the bonus fun of consensual public sex is never a bad thing, either.

“Are you ready to go, kitten?” Vanessa calls out to the bedroom, where Brooke has been getting ready for the last ten or so minutes. “Come out and show mommy your costume.”

When Brooke emerges from behind the bedroom door, even the fact that Vanessa bought the costume for Brooke doesn’t stop her breath from leaving her lungs in one quick, deep huff. Brooke is dressed as an angel, her body a vision in a white corset and panty set dripping with faux-crystals and framed in lace. A pair of light, feathery wings extend from Brooke’s back, and height of her heels and the halo perched atop her head stretch her height such that she looks twice Vanessa’s size.

It makes Vanessa all the more excited to bring Brooke down on her knees, but she restrains herself, knowing that that will come later.

But first, they’ve got to get out the door, a task that’s proving very difficult for Vanessa as she continues to take in the sight before her.

“So pretty for me, angel.” Vanessa strides forward, tracing her hands along Brooke’s sides and smiling as the blonde shivers at the feeling. “So done up, so pure…” she lowers her hands to grab at Brooke’s ass, squeezing hard, and laughs when Brooke lets out a half-squeak, half-moan in surprise and pleasure.

“What a shame I can’t keep you lookin’ like this all night.” Vanessa cranes up on her tip-toes to whisper in Brooke’s ear, still kneading the flesh of her ass. “See, I just love wrecking pretty little things, and you’re so perfect, how could I resist? But that’s okay–you like it, don’t you, angel? Want me to make you all dirty?”

Brooke moans again, and Vanessa takes the opportunity to bite down on the nape of her neck before letting go of her, pushing away from her with a sly grin.

“Now, put on your long coat, baby, let’s get going.”

–

House of Chachki’s annual Halloween play party is nothing short of legendary in the local kink scene, and it’s a reputation that’s well-deserved. The organizer, Violet, rents a manor house every year and always decks it to the nines, carefully designing the place to have something for virtually everyone. There’s always a plethora of toys and gear left out for use and plenty of clean surfaces to hang from, be tied against, or be trapped in. Floors are usually accessible by elevator, with the upstairs rooms dedicated to private play for those who prefer it and the downstairs floor always converted into an aftercare space. It’s a kinkster’s wonderland, and something that Brooke and Vanessa look forward to every year.

“Hold on one second, baby.” Vanessa grabs Brooke’s wrist as Brooke tries to slide out of their car’s passenger seat, ready to enter the party.

“What?” Brooke sits back down, and Vanessa can tell she’s already trying to keep down a pout. A quick, sharp glare wipes the expression right off of Brooke’s face, though, and Vanessa softens.

“I have something for you.” Vanessa smiles, turning away from Brooke for a moment to lean down under the driver’s seat, emerging a moment later with a small package wrapped in black-and-orange jack-o-lantern paper.

Brooke squeals with delight, and Vanessa can’t help but laugh as Brooke claps and tears at the paper eagerly, her eyes widening and giggles giving way to an almost awe-struck gasp as she opens the box underneath the wrapping paper to reveal a lacy white collar fit with a golden tag that reads ‘ mommy’s little angel ’ and attached to a long, white leash. White cuffs stoned with the same shining jewels as Brooke’s corset lay underneath the first present, and Brooke doesn’t bother even trying to contain her glee as she pulls them from the box, running her thumbs along the gems and feeling the plush lining on the inside.

“They’re beautiful, mommy,” Brooke leans forward and kisses Vanessa gratefully. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, kitten.” Vanessa kisses Brooke back, watching with affection as Brooke leans forward for more, her long lashes fluttering closed. “Now turn around and let’s get you ready to go inside, yeah?”

Brooke walks into the house led by Vanessa on her new leash, her hands cuffed behind her back and a demure smile on her face.

There’s a certain amount of pride for Vanessa in leading Brooke around and showing off how beautiful, obedient, and all-around wonderful her wife is. It’s not just that Brooke does what Vanessa asks, either; it’s that she does it enthusiastically, sometimes without even needing to hear the command, and enjoys it just as much as Vanessa does.

They spot their friends immediately, and without prompting, just like they’d discussed beforehand, Brooke kneels down onto the floor as Vanessa talks with the other doms, held by her leash as she listens and occasionally, when allowed, participates.

“She’s such a good girl, Vanj, so obedient.” A’keria praises, and Vanessa beams. “Can I pet her?”

“As long as she’s okay with it.” Vanessa nods. “What d’you think, baby girl, can auntie Kiki show you what a good girl you’re being?”

Brooke nods, looking down at the floor shyly, as A’keria kneels down and pets her hair, cooing out compliments and words of encouragement that make Brooke blush. Vanessa can’t help but smile, either; as much as she likes to keep Brooke all for herself, she can’t deny that the older woman deserves all the praise she can get, and if it’s from their friends, then why not?

“Honestly, wish I could get Silk to be half as good for me whenever she’s subbing.” A’keria rolls her eyes. “I swear, girl says she’s a switch like me but even when she’s bratting around it feels like she wants to dom. Thank Lord we agreed on doin’ some free play tonight, she’s off doin’ God knows what and I ain’t gotta worry ‘bout her.” All three of them laugh.

“I swear, Kiki,” Vanessa chuckles as they all begin to settle, “I don’t know how you and Silk do it. I couldn’t share Brooke if I wanted to.”

A’keria shrugs. “Poly ain’t for everyone. Besides,” the ghost of a grin appears on her face, “We all know how possessive you both like bein’.”

More laughter, and the conversation continues, moving from topic to topic and person to person until it seems they’ve greeted almost everyone at the party. They’re about to shoulder their way over to say hello to Violet and her sub, Pearl, when suddenly, Brooke stops, clinging to Vanessa’s arm and whining.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Vanessa frowns, bringing a hand over to where Brooke’s nails dig into her skin and stroking the back of the blonde’s hand gently. “You okay?”

“Um… Yeah.” Brooke sighs, letting go of Vanessa. “Sorry, I’m… No, I’m okay, it’s fine.”

Somehow, though, the way her eyes flit around the room is unconvincing, and so Vanessa holds her a little closer until they finally find who they’re looking for. Vanessa is just asking Violet how she’s doing when suddenly, she feels something squeeze around her leg, something that shakes and grips tightly and whines with anxiety.

“Baby, seriously, what’s going on?” Vanessa looks down at Brooke’s shuddering body, speaking a little more firmly now in the hopes that a sterner tone will elicit the truth from the other woman. And it works, to a certain point–Brooke looks up at her, fear and anxiety in her eyes telling her that she’s not okay, before she burrows her face into Vanessa’s thigh, letting out a high-pitched, plaintive whine.

“I think you’ve got company.” Violet taps Vanessa on the shoulder and points her attention away from Brooke, gesturing over to the crowd around them, where a man leers at Brooke, smirking and gradually moving closer, as the throng of people allows. He catches a glimpse at Vanessa and grins, an air of condescending dismissal in his eyes as he sets his sights back on Brooke, licking his lips.

Oh Hell no.

“Who the fuck is that?” Vanessa asks sharply, not taking her eyes off of the man for a second as she reaches down to pull her wife closer, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“Never seen him before.” Pearl, who had been kneeling on the floor with Brooke, shrugs as she shuffles closer, looking up at Vanessa for permission before she sidles up beside the blonde, laying a soft hand on her shoulder and providing an extra barrier between her and the stranger, who continues to stare.

“Want me to kick him out?” Violet frowns at the man, who looks away briefly before inevitably turning back to Brooke, smiling cockily. Vanessa considers it for a moment; it certainly would eliminate the problem, and would likely benefit the whole space, eliminating a potentially toxic person who could potentially endanger anyone who was unclaimed or simply not paying attention.

But then another idea hits her, one that will really drive the message home, and she whispers it into Violet’s ear before leaning down and doing the same to Brooke, who smiles and nods, straightening up a little at the suggestion.

“Alright, hoes.” Vanessa coughs, tugging on Brooke’s leash to signal for the taller woman to get up again. “We’ll be right back.”

Vanessa wastes no time in hurrying over to a chest full of ropes and restraint materials, grabbing a spreader bar before leading Brooke back to a table in the centre of the room, making eye contact with the leering creep the entire time. Tapping Brooke’s leg as a signal for them to open, she fixes the spreader bar to her wife’s ankles at the widest setting before straightening back up, tracing her fingers along the backs of Brooke’s legs as she goes.

“Ready, princess?” Vanessa snakes her hand up to Brooke’s hair, grabbing a chunk near the roots while she waits for Brooke’s permission. “What’s your colour?”

“Green, mommy.”

“Good girl.”

Without any more ceremony or warning, Vanessa shoves Brooke’s head down onto the table, ignoring the blonde’s cry of surprise as she doubles over, hitting the table’s smooth wooden surface with a light thud.

“So wet already.” Vanessa snickers loudly as she trails a hand between Brooke’s legs, feeling the damp fabric of her panties with a single finger along the line of Brooke’s slit. “Did bowing down to mommy all night make you feel good, sweetheart? Made you nice and horny?” she looks around at the crowd, now mostly watching the scene, and locks eyes with the man, who’s already started to fade into the background, other attendees pushing in front of him to get a better look.

But Vanessa’s found her target, and by God, is she going to make him know it.

“Answer me, slut.” Vanessa slaps Brooke’s ass with a smooth, upward motion, “Are you nice and horny, now that you know your place?”

“Yes, mommy, I do!” Brooke cries out as another spank lands on the flesh of her ass, this time a little harder, a little more swiftly. “Love serving you, love being beneath you!”

“Good girl!” Vanessa laughs, hitting Brooke again before gently placing a hand over the rapidly reddening area and rubbing it soothingly in circles. She tugs down Brooke’s panties, the wide spread of the taller woman’s legs allowing for them to suspend, caught and stretched over her thighs, such that Vanessa can already see the wet spot that’s gathered and soaked through the thin white fabric.

Adorable.

“Oh, baby, you’re wetter than I thought.” Vanessa tsks, moving her hand back over Brooke’s slit from behind and spreading wetness along her folds, all the way up to tease at her clit with light, barely-there touches. “What am I to do with you?”

“Ruin me, please, mommy.” Brooke whimpers. “Please.”

“What was that?” Vanessa smirks, bringing two fingers on either side of Brooke’s clit and squeezing lightly as she rubs the area up and down slowly. “You’re going to have to speak louder for me, angel, or else I won’t know what you’re saying.”

“Ruin me, mommy!” Brooke cries as Vanessa lets go of her clit to lightly tap its hood, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make Brooke startle a little. “Please, play with my pussy and ruin me!”

“Mm.” Vanessa nods. “You certainly deserve it, being such a good girl for me all night. And I gotta take care of what’s mine, don’t I?”

The man has faded further into the background, smug smile fading from his face as Vanessa repeats, “ Don’t I? ”

“Yes, mommy!” Brooke practically sobs as Vanessa resumes her ministrations on her clit, teasing it in circles as fast as they are light, a pace and pressure she knows drives Brooke absolutely mad. “I’m yours, need you to take care of me, please, I need you!”

“Good girl.” Vanessa softens, pressing down a little harder on Brooke’s clit. “And it’s not just your pretty little clit that I own, is it?”

“No, mommy.” Brooke whimpers as Vaness brings her thumb down to her entrance, teasing lightly along Brooke’s hole. “You own all of me, mommy, all of me.”

“That’s right, but what specifically?” Vanessa coos, still teasing, still stringing Brooke along. “Let me hear you say it, angel.”

“My hole, mommy.” Brooke sighs as the answer rewards her relief in the form of Vanessa slipping her thumb inside of her, leaving it there while she continues to circle at Brooke’s clit. “You own my hole, mommy.”

“That’s right, baby, good girl.” Vanessa praises, finally beginning to pump her thumb in and out of Brooke’s cunt and almost shivering with pleasure of her own when Brooke instinctively tightens around her.

She’d like to see any man try to do that to Brooke, let alone the creep who’s still staring, albeit now with a completely different, much more shaken expression.

Brooke is ready for it; Vanessa’s ready for it; ready or not, the man’s going to get what he deserves.

She speeds up suddenly, pounding in and out of Brooke and circling her clit at a merciless pace.

“Tell me who’s fucking you good, baby.” Vanessa raises her voice over Brooke’s moans, high-pitched and plaintive, begging for more without even forming the words to ask for it.

“You are, mommy!” Brooke whines, her voice already shaking with desperation.

“Who’s making you feel this easy, this ready to come?”

“You are, mommy!”

“Very good.” Vanessa keeps going, her pace ever-quickening, hitting up against Brooke’s spot with more and more precision with every stroke. “And why is that, sweetheart? Why do you feel this good?”

“Because you let me, mommy, only because you let me!”

“That’s right! Clever girl,” Vanessa praises loudly, “You feel this way because I let you, because I allow you to. And, one more question sweetheart, why is it that I let you?”

“Because you love making me squirm, mommy!” Brooke sobs, her whole body going rigid, and Vanessa knows she’s close.

“Try again, sweetheart.” she looks around the room, scanning for her target, but he’s gone, only for her to spot him moving through the crowd a moment later, headed straight for the front door. “Why do I let you?”

“Because I’m yours, and you can do whatever the fuck you want with me!”

“Very good!” Vanessa relaxes internally, satisfaction spreading through her body at the knowledge that the threat has passed, that Brooke is safe again. “Alright, sweetheart, since you’ve been so good, I’ll let you come tonight. But you gotta use your words and count down, alright?”

Brooke says nothing, only nods, and Vanessa clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

“What did I just say, princess? Use your words, or you’re not coming. Now, will you be a good girl and count down for me?”

“Yes, mommy.” Brooke forces out, her voice so quiet and hoarse with effort that it almost makes Vanessa melt, almost makes her take back her order and let Brooke come right then and there.

Almost.

She’s having far too much fun to let herself cave now.

“Alright, baby, I want you to start from thirty and count down, you understand?”

“Yes, mommy. Thirty–”

“Did I say start?” Vanessa stops suddenly, eliciting a plaintive whine from Brooke, which she ignores.

“No, mommy, I’m sorry.” Brooke sobs. “Please let me try again.”

“Alright.” Vanessa resumes her movements, albeit at a slower pace. “Go ahead, then, princess. Start counting for me.”

“Thirty… Twenty-nine… Twenty-eight…”

Vanessa presses down harder on Brooke’s clit, but keeps her thumb’s placement shallow, pumping in and out at the same slow pace.

“… Twenty-seven… Twenty-six… Twenty-five…”

Vanessa pushes in a little deeper, pride surging through her chest when Brooke tightens around her but continues to count, refusing to let herself be distracted.

“… Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty, nineteen…”

Vanessa goes a little faster, hits Brooke’s spot a little harder.

“… Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, th-thir–twelve…”

Brooke is pretty superstitious, so Vanessa supposes she can let that one slide.

“… Eleven… Ten… Nine… Eight…”

Vanessa kicks up when Brooke gets to seven, her pace almost dissolving Brooke’s focus as she breaks off into a desperate, almost animalistic moan. But Brooke is too good a sub, too good a partner, to let go of her training, and so she catches herself, resuming the count at seven to make up for the lost beat.

“… Six… Five… F-four.. Three… Oh, fuck, mommy… Two….”

Vanessa pulls out at one, leaving Brooke to cry out loudly and then moan in frustration at the loss of sensation, her orgasm completely ruined.

It’s alright; Vanessa will make up for that trick with plenty of treats later.

“Alright, sweetheart, want to get a drink and cuddle a bit?” Vanessa suggests, crouching down to release Brooke’s ankles and then uncuffing her too, for good measure. Brooke nods.

“Violet said there’s cocoa in the aftercare room,” Brooke sniffs, her eyes still watering with frustration and exhaustion. “Can we go?”

“Of course, baby.” Vanessa wraps Brooke in a hug, her heart melting. “Let’s go, we’ll get you a nice blanket and make sure you’re nice and comfy.”

She helps Brooke downstairs with a light, happy heart, secure in the knowledge that no matter what, she and Brooke will always be there for each other.