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[katsu28]

lucky charm

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: lando finds comfort in your presence as doubt starts to creep in before a race (2k)

warnings: minimal swearing

a/n: hi i know i'm still super new here and i'm not even sure if i'm actually going to start writing rpf but i think about this motherfucker 24/7 now and this came to me in a dream <3 let's ignore the actual way he got his ring necklace okay? okay!

“No one saw you come in, right?” 

Lando let the door close behind him gently, a total opposite to the quickest few steps you’d ever seen him take across the small driver’s room, and he leaned over to kiss you, hard. 

You let out a squeak of surprise at the force of it, but had no hesitation in kissing him back as soon as your body caught up with your brain, arms looping around his neck to bring him down and closer to you.

Lando’s knees hit the cushions on either side of you, hands doing the same on the leather backrest, clumsy as all hell but twice as determined not to let his mouth leave yours. 

Your fingers knocked the McLaren cap right off his head as they moved into his hair, clutching at his chocolate curls on instinct like you’d done so many times before. But never here, never before one of Lando’s races, and certainly never at the risk of being caught by anyone in the facility at any given moment. 

It didn’t seem to matter to Lando, though, with the way he was kissing you like he was parched and you were the only thing that could quench his thirst. 

But given the rather frantic series of texts you’d received from him that got you here in the first place, you weren’t at all too surprised. You knew how nervous Lando got before races, and if there was something you could do, you’d never hesitate to be there for him. Especially since you were able to make it to this one. 

“Yeah,” He mumbled between kisses, panting against your lips. Somehow he’d managed to switch positions so he was the one on the sofa now and you were sitting on his lap, straddling his hips as you continued your rather sloppy makeout session. “Yeah, yeah, we’re good. ‘M sneaky like that.” 

“Had a lot of practice at this, have you?” 

“No!” It was almost comical how fast he pulled away from you to blurt out his answer. “No, not at all. I don’t know why I said that, I—” 

“I was just kidding, bub.” You chuckled, smoothing the pad of your thumb across his kiss-swollen bottom lip fondly. Lando grinned sheepishly, giving your waist a playful little pinch. You’d never get over the way he looked at you, like you were the only other person to exist in the world—especially when he was under you like this, and especially with those eyes. His baby cow eyes, you always called them. 

Even so, Lando was extremely tense, you could tell. He tended to get very in his head before races, probably why he asked you to come meet him so close to the green flag, to help him quell his nerves a little. He always said you helped him more than anything else ever could. 

“I have something for you.” You said softly. 

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” He leaned back against the cushion, happily accepting the chaste kiss you pressed to his lips before you bounced off his lap and over to where your bag was sitting. 

You rummaged around in it for a few moments until you found what you were looking for, a triumphant grin on your face as you made your way back over to an intrigued Lando. This time you settled next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. His hand came to rest on your knee immediately. 

“Open it.” You urged, pressing the small black bag into his waiting palm. He undid the drawstring carefully, beaming even before he got a look at what was inside. That smile only grew bigger as he poured the contents of the bag into his hand. 

A thin silver chain, joined together at the ends with two interlocking rings, sleek and silver just like the rest of the necklace. Upon closer inspection, he saw numbers etched into the inside of each one. One of them, Lando recognized instantly as the date of your anniversary. The other looked like a set of coordinates, but he wasn’t too great at geography, so he looked to you for an explanation. 

“The place we first met.” 

“You looked up the coordinates of that tiny little restaurant? Nerd.” He chuckled, artfully dodging the swat you aimed his way at his teasing remark.

“It could be, like, your new lucky charm or something.” You shrugged, watching him turn the rings around carefully between his fingers. 

Lando glanced up, bumping your shoulder with his gently. “I’ve already got one.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It’s you.” 

“Me?” 

“I like knowing you’re watching me. Even though I can’t see you, or even if you’re not here, knowing I’ve got you cheering me on from wherever you are helps. I think it makes me a better driver.” 

“Lan, you’re already a great driver.. You don’t need me for you to know that.” 

“I know. I just—it keeps me focused. To know you’re there.” He said softly, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “And now with this, I can have a piece of you with me whenever. Here, help me put it on.” 

“You can’t wear it under your suit, Lando, even I know that.”

“Alright, well, I’ll figure it out later. C’mon, put it on me.” Lando leaned forward, giving you space to bring the chain up over his head and around his neck. He even managed to sneak in another kiss whilst you followed the silver down to where the rings rested just below his collarbones. Your fingers stroked at the warm skin there, the cold of the metal contrasting.

“It looks good on you.” 

Lando melted like a popsicle on a hot summer day under your touch, smiling so big at you that you could hardly believe this was the same boy who had other drivers trembling in their fireproofs. He hoisted you back into his lap effortlessly, nosing at your pulse point a bit before smacking a kiss to your cheek when you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “You look good on me.” 

“That was so bad. Like, really bad. I get why they call you Lando Norizz now.” 

“What?! Bad? That was so fucking smooth!” He huffed, going from looking completely smitten to entirely offended. “And I happen to have lots of rizz, thank you very much. I practically ooze rizz, love.” 

“I take it back.” You replied solemnly, patting Lando’s cheek. “That was worse.” 

“You’re so mean to me. I don’t know why I even put up with this harassment!” 

“Always so dramatic, you.” 

“I’ve got to be! How else would I be able to withstand this abuse?” 

You scoffed playfully and moved to climb off him, opting to keep a safe enough distance away so you wouldn’t be tempted to kiss him stupid. Then he’d really be late. “Don’t you have a race to prepare for, driver boy?” 

“I am,” He said earnestly, tucking his hands behind his head. You arched a skeptical brow, hands propped on your hips. 

“By hiding out in here with me?” 

“You know what they say—calm the mind, and the body will follow.” 

“I’ve literally never heard anyone say that.” 

“Well maybe people should start!” 

You huffed out an amused chuckle, crossing your arms. “Are you ready?” 

A sudden silence  blanketed the tiny room, Lando’s non response giving you all you needed to know. 

He reached out for you with a pout that you’d never been quite able to resist, fingers beckoning you back over longingly, like you were too far away for his liking. You gave in almost immediately despite previously wanting to give him space, trudging over with an overexaggerated roll of your eyes and letting yourself be pulled back onto his lap yet again. 

“I’ll be alright.” He answered finally, taking your hand in his. He fiddled with your fingers, tracing along each digit languidly and then circling his thumb over your palm—once, twice, a third time. 

This, something you’d learned quite early on in your relationship with Lando, was one of his many versions of self-soothing. The repetition of his actions proved rather calming to him, and it certainly helped that he got to feel your skin against his. 

His brows drew together in thought, furrowed and tense until you pushed your thumb into the wrinkle between them, smoothing out the scrunch. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist loosely. 

“You’re gonna do great, you know.” You insisted. 

He offered you as good of a smile as he could muster. “Yeah. I know.”  

“You’re gonna do your best, and whatever happens, you’ve got so many people who’ll be proud of you no matter what.”

“I don’t know if it’s enough.” Lando blurted, scratching at a patch on his suit. “I’ve been racing for years, and I still have no wins to show for it. It’s not fair to my team, it’s not fair to the fans. It’s not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to have a boyfriend who can’t fucking drive for shit.” 

“Lando, I’m not with you because of your job.” You said shortly, pressing your lips into a thin, unamused line. “And quite frankly, I feel hurt that you could even think I was.” 

Lando was quick to soothe, shaking his head frantically. He took both your hands in his, squeezing. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, it’s just—I get in my head a lot. And I start to overthink, and shit comes out of my mouth that I don’t mean. I know you’re not like that, I do. I’m sorry.” 

You softened, sighing. “You could never win a race, ever, and I'd still love you all the same.”

He snorted. “Well, I’d like to win one at some point.” 

“What I meant was, I can’t speak for everyone else, but my pride for you has nothing to do with how well you do on the track, my love.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I’m proud of you because you’re you. You’re kind and you work hard, and you try your best at everything you do. Even if the outcome isn’t what you expected, you keep at it. You keep going. That’s one of the reasons why I love you, that’s why I’m so proud of you.” 

“I’m stupid.” He groaned, tipping his head back against the couch cushions. You simply made a noise of agreement. “You’re too good to me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now, you really need to go back to the garage. I’m sure Oscar’s sent out a search party for you at this point.” You said firmly, giving his chest a sharp poke. Lando groaned again but made to get up, shifting your legs off him so he could climb to his feet. 

“Fine. Just kick me out of my own room, why don’t you?” He huffed dramatically, swiping his hat off the floor and jamming it back over his hair. You aimed a fake kick towards him, stifling a giggle when he caught your foot and pretended to undo your laces. “Kiss?” 

“You need to leave, Lando,” You whined, batting him away gently. “I refuse to be the reason you’re late.” 

“One more. Just one more for good luck and I promise I’ll leave.” He insisted, expression pleading. You grumbled something unintelligible, reaching up begrudgingly to bring him down for one last kiss. 

Lando smiled against your lips, snaking a hand around the back of your neck to keep you in place a few beats longer than you intended. You practically had to unstick yourself from him, giving him a little shove towards the door so he’d actually leave. 

Immediately, he whirled around. “Wait, wait—”

“Lando! Go!” 

“No, no, hold on, it’s important.” He slipped his newfound chain over his head, rubbing his thumb over both rings before holding it out towards you. “Keep this safe for me?” He asked earnestly, pressing the necklace into your hands. “Can’t have my lucky charm getting lost already, can I?” 

“Give ‘em hell, number four.” You smiled, donning the necklace yourself. He beamed, blowing you a kiss as he backpedaled down the hall. "Number four on the track, number one in my heart!"

You could hear his infectious laughter echoing even as he retreated around the corner.

Lando would be fine. And if he wasn’t, he’d bounce back, like he always did. And you’d be there to support him every step of the way, like you always were. 

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[sobbingscripter]

DAY 10: Ten Lords a-Leaping

☃️Deep Strokes and Christmas Sweaters☃️

Tags: [mlw][mdni][missionary][nipple sucking][creaming][anal mentions]

❄️☃️❄️

"Your Christmas could be worse than just getting cheated on." You hum, taking a bite of your cookie as you snuggle up against Dick's side, your cheek resting against his bicep and you watch as he deletes Kori's pictures from his phone. Absentmindedly.

"Oh yeah?" Dick frowns as he tears his gaze away from his screen, looking down at you, "how could it possibly be worse?"

"It could've been with Bruce."

Dick stares at you, blue eyes narrowing and reflecting the crackling flame, and he runs his tongue along his pearly teeth, gaze turning towards the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the entertainment room.

"That's... Oddly better." He mumbles under his breath before resting back against the sofa cushions, both of you planted on the soft and luxurious carpet. Matching sweatpants and ugly Christmas sweaters, you're both absentmindedly scrolling, enjoying the comfortable silence that's only filled by the crackling fireplace and the occasional breeze that causes the ornaments to rustle against the pine leaves.

"Exactly." You hum. "And besides, I told you, never trust a girl named after a spice."

Dick lets out a laugh. Boyish and charming, dimples deepening in his tanned cheeks, and you take the time when his eyes are closed to really... Look at him.

Sculpted face, boyish features and adorable curtain bangs that frame his face so nicely. Striking blue eyes, framed by dark lashes, below thick and stupidly luxurious eyebrows.

Romani features galore.

"You're really pretty, Dick."

Your voice is soft, a quiet whisper that causes his laughter to die down, eyes fluttering open and staring at you widely, and you watch as his flesh flushes with an embarassed blush.

But then, a cocky smile dons his face, that Wayne charm seeming to leak from his ears and his lips part, but you cut him off.

"Too bad you're fucking stupid."

You humble him easily, and Dick stares at you. Before sucking his teeth.

"I should punch you in the throat for that." Dick scowls at you, jaw clenching and the muscle of his jaw twitches in annoyance. He discards his phone, tossing it onto the vacant sofa and all of his attention is on you. As he stares down at you, blue eyes locked on your face.

And your head tilts.

"Like you'd do anything to hurt this..." You move your hair out of the way, "this elegant, swan-like neck."

Your thighs are around his waist, your back pressed against the leather of the sofa seats, still on the carpet as Dick presses soft, lingering kisses to the curve of your neck, warm hands grasping at the fat of your hips as he sucks marks into the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Shit..." Dick breathes out, dark lashes fluttering and his tongue drags along the curve of your jugular, and he presses the ball of his nose against your pulse. Feeling the faint thump against his nose, the scent of you filling his senses while your soft sounds fill his ears.

You're all that he's thinking about.

With your pretty doe eyes, your pretty, rosy lips and those flushed cheeks, and Dick can't even refuse when you whine against his lips, a small hand wrapping around his wrist and guiding his skilled fingers to the waistband of your sweatpants.

"Oh, you want my fingers, baby?" He coos quietly, carefully undoing your drawstring or at least, attempting to before he frowns and leans back on his haunches.

"What the actual fuck? Were you in the Navy?" He grumbles, using both hands this time to undo the stupidly tight knot of your sweatpants before stuffing his hand back into your pants.

And Dick traces your folds through your panties, "Ooh, so perfect and pretty."

"Fuck, you're so tight..." Dick's voice cracks, his hands gripping your hips and keeping you from moving, your back against the sofa and his hips roll against yours. A slow drag of his cock against your gummy walls, dragging against that soft, gooey spot that makes your lashes flutter.

Nails dig into his strong, muscular biceps, leaving scratches along his arms as muscular thighs rest on the outer part of your hips. Your thighs tossed over thick femurs, and your head tips back, lashes fluttering and Dick leans forward, pressing a kiss against the curve of your jaw.

"...you're so sexy..." Dick whispers. "With your perfect body, and your stupid, stupid brain. And your horrible jokes."

And his thumbs drag over the sensitive skin of your hips, a shaky breath falling from your kiss swollen lips and Dick presses another kiss to your lips, swallowing the sweet cacophony of your moans and mewls. And he grips your hips, pulling you closer and watching the way your eyes roll back in your head, his tip pressing a sloppy, wet kiss against the plug of your cervix.

Before he pulls back a bit, and then, slowly fucking back into you.

No condom.

No rubber.

No layer between the two of you, feeling his skin against yours is euphoric and your nails drag against the muscles of his back. That tight T-shirt looks so good on him, his tight white T-shirt straining against his muscles and his sweater, resting underneath your tailbone to prevent a friction burn from the carpet.

Dick raises your sweater, exposing your tits to his gaze. Soft, squishy mounds that fit perfectly in his hands, and he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, watching them pebble beneath his gaze and touch. And Dick groans, his dark brows furrowing into a frown and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

His hands rest on the underside of your breasts, pushing them higher and he dips his head, lips finding purchase on your nipples and his eyes flutter shut.

The stimulation is too much.

Deep strokes, your nipples being overstimulated and licked desperately, and the slow, intensity that comes with each of his strokes, his tip dragging against your gooey G-spot.

"..fuck... 'm gonna cum.."

Your lashes flutter and your lips form a soft 'o', pouty lips full and your chest heaving, deep breaths and your legs clamp around him tightly as he feels your walls flutter. Erratic pulses as your cunt oozes around him, a creamy ring forming at his base as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm.

Split open on his cock, your nails scratching at his scalp as he continues to suck and drag his tongue in the valley between your breasts before he pulls out of you, and he carefully guides you on your hands and knees.

His forearms rest on the sofa, his body covering yours as he presses soft kisses along the curve of your spine before you feel his wet, slick cock resting in the cleft of your ass.

Before he notches his flushed crown at that tight, furled entrance and your eyes widen, a short gasp slipping past his lips.

"I've had dreams about fucking you like this." Dick whispers, his hands resting on the plump globes of your ass.

"Your body's perfect for anal."

[astrallytadpoled]

Companion Underwear Tier List

Do you know how hard it was to put this together? Did I at any point think I'd be sitting here overthinking underpants? No. Never. I hope all my teachers are proud of me!

Underwear was assessed based on FOUR criteria: sex appeal, description, bulge/clam protection, and bondage appeal.

Are you ready for the break down? Of course you are.

More under the cut!

First up, Lae'zel.

Sex appeal: That is quite the sexy underwear. It being leather means everything is swampy down there, though. BUT that would be a perk for some of you heathens. 9/10 Description: Built for function rather than fun. What? Have you SEEN that thing? Imagine the wedgies you get trying to fight in it! 6/10 Bulge/clam protection: It covers the most important bits, and it's leather, but enough is uncovered that a direct groin hit would hurt 6/10 Bondage Appeal: Leather? Straps? Tie me up, mommy. 10/10 FINAL SCORE: 31/40, or 78% or C

Shadowheart:

Sex appeal: They're a nicely made matching set of underwear 8/10 Description: If pants could brood… Absolutely fucking hilarious 10/10 Bulge/clam protection: Material seems weak, and it doesn't provide good coverage 6/10 Bondage appeal: Pretty generic mildly sexy underwear with a bit of an edge. 7/10 FINAL SCORE: 31/50 or 77% or C

Astarion:

Sex appeal: It's Astarion I'd be eaten alive if I don't give this a 10/10 Description: Embroidered into the cloth: 'If you're reading this, you managed to bed or behead me. Either way, you got lucky.' Made me laugh out loud irl, so 10/10. Bonus 5 points since he embroidered them himself (effort wins points from me ok) Bulge/clam protection: Look it's cloth. No protection there. And it shows his butt wrinkles (+2 for butt wrinkles) 6/10 Bondage appeal: Generic tighty-not-whities do with them what you will. 6/10 FINAL SCORE: 37/40 or 92% or A

Gale:

Sex appeal: Sorry, Gale. That waist. 7/10 Description: Energy crackles around these. Gale wouldn't… Surely he didn't enchant his… Description? Funny. 10/10. But one has to wonder what sort of enchantment he went for. Prestidigitation? Or some sort of temperature control? A smart man would go for prestidigitation. Extra 7 points for the enchantment. Bulge/clam protection: It's cloth, but he's got good coverage going AND they're magic9/10 Bondage appeal: Who likes shorts? Are shorts bondage-able? 3/10 FINAL SCORE: 36/40 or 90% or A

Wyll

Sex appeal: Bonus for cut, but I gotta ding you for the drawstring. Sorry, Wyll. 6/10 Description: Long may these gird the Blade of Frontiers. Yes, yes, we know. You're the Blade of Frontiers. Makes it sound they're his only pair of underpants, too! 5/10 Bulge/clam protection: It's cloth. Do you think Mizora protects his bulge in any way? I doubt it. 3/10 Bondage appeal: They're white underpants. 2/10 FINAL SCORE: 16/40 or 40% or D

Karlach

Sex appeal: It's Karlach, she's by default hot. Look at the cut! The straps! 9/10 Description: How do these not burn off? THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION, GAME, and now I'm wondering too. 9/10 Bulge/clam protection: Coverage is not that great BUT, they can take the heat. They should probably grant some sort of fire immunity or something. Larian, fix this. 8/10 Bondage appeal: They look pretty bondage-y, but also Mama K. 7/10 FINAL SCORE: 33/40 or 82% or B

Halsin

Sex appeal: To be honest it looks like he's wearing something a size too small, Halsin, hun, give your crotch room to breathe. 6/10 Description: Why does it smell like a herb garden? So at least we know he keeps it clean? Unless HE smells like a herb garden… have you considered that? 10/10 Bulge/clam protection: Keeping everything close and tight to minimize damage. Genius. 9/10 Bondage appeal: They can be worked into bondage easily. Halsin provides the vines. 10/10 FINAL SCORE: 35/40 or 87% or B

Jaheira

Sex appeal: The mesh-y vest-y look on the bra, hello? 9/10 Description: Embroidered with little ducks. ….WAIT A MINUTE is that why Halsin likes ducks?! 10/10 Bulge/clam protection: Not very protective, but she goes cougar mode anyway (yes I know it's a panther, I just need that joke in there) 8/10 Bondage appeal: They can be worked into bondage easily. But she's got to be in charge. 9/10 FINAL SCORE: 36/40 or 90% or A

Minsc

Sex appeal: It is Minsc 10/10 Description: Tight, aerodynamic, and built for maximum breathability. Humidity is no friend to hamsters. MINSC PLEASE DO NOT PUT HAMSTERS IN YOUR UNDERPANTS. THINK OF LEMMIWINKS 1/10 Bulge/clam protection: No protection, the hamster is a liability 2/10 Bondage appeal: Lemmiwinks 1/10 FINAL SCORE: 14/40 or 35% or F

Minthara

Sex appeal: It is Minthara 15/10 Description: Woven with as much toughened cobweb as cloth. It is an evocative mental image 10/10 Bulge/clam protection: Spidersilk stronk, but coverage could be better 7/10 Bondage appeal: It is Minthara 10/10 FINAL SCORE: 42/40 or 105% or S

[kisavatore]

Goth/alt cc finds part 2-Tops & Bottoms

*some of the tops in cas

Tops [Part 2]

Haphe Corset | Distressed Days Collection Top | Base T-shirt | Ariel Corset Elizabeth Set Corset | Raven Corset | Gothic Cut Out Top | Demon Top Lush Corset | Claudia Top | Luly Top | Shaina Top | Velvet Ropes Top JaYoung Top | Alter Ego Top | Remember Forever Blouse | Lace Top Bodysuit | Lace-up Bodysuit | Sun & Moon Top | Psycho Lace Blouse Nightwalker Top | Mesh Crop Top | Y2k Corset | her.top | Drawstring Top Strike sweater | Metalika Top | Buckle Shirt | Bats Top | Roxi Crop Top

Bottoms

Leather Pants | Morgan Skirt | Scarlett Pants | Taylor Skirt | Marian Pants Lacuna Jeans | Tartan skirt | Latex Pants | Padlock Skirt | Pleated Skirt Samara Set Skirt | Jeans Michael Pants | Jeans shorts | Esther Skirt Crust Pank Pants | Dusk Diva Pants | andrea skirt | Butterfly chain with skirt Eloise Skirt | Pandora Skirt | Cross Velvet Skirt | Drive Pants | Death Pants Riot Pants | Silence Speaks Pants | Demolition Skirt | Desire Skirt Yanzo Belted Skirt | Leggings | Emo Jeans | Mini Shorts | Nina Skirt w/Jeans jaz pants | Violet Skirt | Ruffle Skirt | Pleated Skirt | Demon Pants | Skirt w/chain

PT.1 | PT.2 | PT.3 | PT.4

[bonestrouslingbones]

i fixed him.........................

i've been engaging in way too much sonic content lately bc why does he fucking look like shadow the hedgehog to me right now

[illubean]

Nasty Dog!

Characters: Toji Fushiguro Type: Oneshot, Smut, Gn!Reader

no thoughts, head empty, just Toji

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised, kinda gross (probably really gross tbh), blowjob, face fucking, sniffing i guess, facial, cum eating and yeah I said it was gross

It wasn't hard to get Toji right where you wanted him. Especially when he comes home tired from a job or the gym.

And god, did you love it when he came home all sweaty.

So maybe he should've expected it when you pounced on him the minute he came through the front door of your shared apartment, quickly dragging him into the living room and shoving him onto your little leather couch.

You settled yourself on the floor between his legs, making quick work on the drawstring of his pants.

"Missed you s'much Toji," you slur, shimmying his pants and boxers down in order to free his girthy cock. You lick a long stripe down the side of it, planting a soft kiss at his base before repositioning yourself to press your nose against the underside of his shaft. You took in the scent of his post-workout musk, enjoying the stench as your thighs rubbed together.

Wasting no time, you move back up to take his cock down your throat until your nose rested against the softness of his happy trail. You bobbed yourself along his length, lidded eyes looking up at the man while his hand rested atop your head.

"My god, baby, I haven't even showered yet."

You hum contently around him, not caring much about his statement. You continued to throat him, slurping up any spit that tried to escape out the corners of your lips.

Toji let out some breathy curses before gripping your head with both hands, holding you steady as he begun to thrust up into you. A few gargled noises came from you, eye's rolling back at the feeling of him bullying himself down your throat.

"Fuck, you like that? You like it when I fuck your face like this?"

All you could do was whine in response, enjoying his rough treatment a lot more than you probably should. After a while, Toji pulled you off of him with one hand gripping your hair. He left your lips with a lewd pop as you gasped. He held your head back with one hand while the other jerked himself off over your face. You stuck your tongue out, looking up into his green eyes.

Seeing you like this caused Toji to let out a loud groan as he came, painting your face white with his load. You closed your eyes, moaning at the warm feeling of his cum landing on your face in spurts, collecting what you could on your tongue. Toji's chest heaved as he came down from his high, only for his body to tense up again at the feeling of your mouth latched on to his heavy balls.

"More. I wan' more," you mumbled, tongue swirling around them shamelessly. One hand steadied him while the other stroked along his shaft, causing his tip to twitch. This continued for a while until you could tell his second climax of the night was coming. You continued to jerk him, mouth now moving to suck around his tip like a straw, determined to swallow his release this time.

"Shit, doll, I'm gonna-"

Toji cut himself off with a grunt as he came for the second time that night, watching your cheeks swell with his spend as he emptied his balls inside you. You swallowed what you could while some dribbled down your chin. You pulled off of him, smearing his cock across your face a couple times before crawling up his body and settling yourself in his lap.

Toji's hands found rest on the sides of your hips while you used your pointer finger to gather the cum that was still dripping down your face. You swiped it on to your tongue before leaning in to give him a sloppy kiss, shoving your tongue in his mouth and forcing him to taste himself. He pulled away from you with a pant, head lolling back to rest on the back of the couch.

"You're fucking nasty, you know that?"

You giggle, resting your messy face atop his shoulder before planting soft kisses on the side of his neck.

"Love you too, Toj"

[bebemoon]

look for the name JANIK (requested by @janikc) | miu miu oversized pullover sweater (a/w 1997), goa khaki cargo pants w/ ankle drawstrings to adjust length, dirk bikkembergs brown leather hole boots (c. 1998), hanae mori "hm" eau de parfum (lemon, lavender, jasmine, tonka bean, vanilla, woody notes), alexander wang beige leather hobo zipper bag

[sachermorte]

Roland, it's been too long since you talked about fashion.

What are your fashion do's and don'ts?

And what fashion rules are bs in your opinion?

I could have sworn I talked about fashion fairly recently but looking back, it was last month already. That simply won't do. Obviously from a menswear perspective. If you're looking for more traditionally femme advice I can do my best, but no promises. Cut because I wrote too much.

Fashion Don'ts

❌ artificial fibers ❌

Take a look at the two blazers below.

They are, upon first impression, quite similar. Two buttons. Notch lapel. The same pocket flaps, the same seams down the front to contour to the body. Even (roughly) the same color.

Look closer. You see the strange sheen to the jacket on the left? The way the thread cuts into the fabric, causing it to almost look puffy on either side? The odd cast to the draping? How it almost, just a little bit, looks like it's been sewn out of a parachute?

The jacket on the left was sewn out of polyester. Now, polyester has a number of benefits, such as water and fire resistance. That's because not even the water or the fire really wants to touch it.

Now look at the jacket on the right. It drapes well, yet maintains its structure. It doesn't pull any funny business around the seams. The texture adds an interesting detail to the rest of the outfit and anchors it firmly in the textile tradition. It's warm. It's comfortable. That's because it's made of wool.

Unfortunately, plastic clothing is not only cheap, it's increasingly the only option available. Even luxury brands use it, and extensively at that. But if you're aiming to look stylish, if you want someone to look at you on the street and go "oh wow, that person looks truly lovely", there's no reason to choose polyester, acrylic, or nylon over natural fibers. Cotton, wool, linen, silk, angora, cashmere, leather. These are your friends. I promise you, they're your friends.

❌ slim fit ❌

There was a time (a dark and terrible time) when people thought that it was acceptable and fetching to go out in public looking as if they'd been shrink-wrapped into their clothes. This is one of those fashion trends that comes back every few years alongside other truly gruesome horrors, such as plucking your eyebrows too thin or wearing capris. It's all very mid-2010s. All very r/malefashionadvice, the pants cut so slim you can hardly sit down in them, the jackets that pull uncomfortably at the buttons.

This is not attractive. They look uncomfortable. It unbalances the frame, for one. The gentleman on the left looks like he's about to hulk out of his shirt (and his tie is too short. for shame!). The gentleman on the right has skinny little toothpick bird legs.

Contrast these gentlemen from the 1980s and 1990s.

Perhaps the shoulders are a bit large for our modern sensibilities. Perhaps the pleated trouser causes you to raise an eyebrow. These are matters of personal taste upon which reasonable minds can and do differ.

But look at the cut. Look at how breathable everything looks. The jacket gives you room to maneuver. The pants aren't about to cut you in half every time you take a seat on the bus. These gentlemen are wearing their suits as opposed to being imprisoned by them.

If pre-y2k men's tailoring interests you, I invite you to watch some films and shows from the 80s and 90s. You'll really develop your eye for these sorts of things and can apply what you've learned to your own wardrobe.

❌ athleisure ❌

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. The American need to wear sweatpants and workout gear everywhere they go, come to haunt and infect us all. It's the drawstring waists on suit pants. It's the insistence on the most hideous running shoes I've ever seen with every outfit. It's the "performance" fabrics on clothing you're going to wear to the office or to a wedding.

If I have to see fits like this for very much longer they're going to have the in the motherfucking Hague. They will. I promise you they will.

Anyway. Now that we have that out of the way.

Fashion Dos

✅ dress up ✅

Next time you have somewhere to be, work or school or a party or just walking around town doing nothing of any consequence, dress one or two levels above where you normally would and see how you feel.

You can start slow with this. Wear a tie and some corduroys with your usual casual jacket and sneakers. Try a blazer with your jeans and graphic tee.

People, at first, may say "oh, what are you all dressed up for", but after a while they just get used to it and stop commenting on it. I regularly wear full suits to my teaching job where my colleagues wear jeans. It's just my thing. They don't know me any differently.

My life noticeably improved when I started dressing to impress for more or less every occasion. And it makes me feel great, besides.

✅ buy secondhand ✅

As I mentioned before, the Polyester Plague is among us. It lays heavy on our backs. Even formerly nice or luxury brands are beginning to adulterate my (dear, beloved) natural fibers with this crap. I saw a "wool blend" coat being sold in a shop the other day. You want to know how much wool was in it? Seventeen percent. 17. One-seven.

Used to be, I would go window shopping even in budget stores like H&M and it would be an absolute struggle to not spend money I didn't have on things I didn't need. It was a discipline exercise for me. I was sweating each and every time.

Now? Not so. There's nothing in any of these stores worth buying. Nothing at all. This is why we buy secondhand. We have Humana and Carla and Vintage Shop as chains here in Vienna for fairly decent prices, alongside a smattering of independent stores. With a good eye and a thorough education in 80s and 90s television shows, you too can pick up some truly glorious finds.

But watch out! Even in our thrift stores, some of this shit is still SheIn. Be watchful.

✅ intentionality ✅

I know so many people with a closet full of clothes. Good clothes, nice clothes. But so, so often they lament to me that they have absolutely nothing to wear.

This is because they have clothes. They don't have a wardrobe.

Which colors do you like wearing? What places can you be found in your everyday life? Are there clothes you just won't wear, either because of the color or because of a fit issue? Thank them and let them go. Are there things you'd love to wear more often but you have no idea what to wear them with? You might need more basics.

If I can give you any hard and fast rule here, it's this:

Never buy a piece of clothing unless you can imagine three different outfits you could wear it with.

I want to buy a chocolate brown blazer? I could wear it with a white shirt, patterned brown pants, and brown boots. I could wear it with cream trousers, brown loafers, and a tan turtleneck. I could wear it with green trousers, brown boots, and a cream shirt. Don't make up hypothetical pieces of clothing. Everything above is something I already have in my wardrobe. I could take home that brown blazer today and wear it for half a week straight, minimum, just with things I already own.

Also, if a piece is "off", in some way, if it's just a hair too tight or the shoulders are a little weird or the color washes you out a little bit or it's kind of itchy, and you think that it's fine, it's not that big of a deal...

Put it down. I mean it. Put it down. Never take home a piece that you aren't happy to wear as it is here and now, unless you're literally going to take it to the tailor that very weekend. You'll never touch it again. It'll rot in your wardrobe, gathering dust.

Fashion Rules (that are BS)

1. Outfit repeating. You have clothes to wear them. You have a washing machine. Of course you're going to repeat outfits. Especially if you really liked how you looked in them. If someone calls you an outfit repeater ask them why they're an outfit rememberer.

2. Silly color rules. Any color combination can be made to work if you're intentional about it. Of course if you go wearing brown shoes with a black suit there's not a force on earth that can save you from my wrath. But if you intentionally combine brown and black, that's always lovely. "Don't wear white after Labor Day" (which is in September in the US for some reason)? Angelic all-white winter looks steal my heart away every time. "Blue and green should never be seen"? What are you talking about? They look wonderful together.

3. The idea of "timeless dressing"

People think it's "old money" now. Sad beige. White. Gold. Oversized t-shirts. A few years ago, everyone's idea of timeless was totally different. Swinging from minimalist capsule wardrobes to "fifty pieces everyone's wardrobe should contain". It's all made up. It's all capitalism. Wear what you like. Wear what makes you happy. Wear what's functional for you and your wardrobe. You don't have to answer to anyone as long as your clothes work for you. Even me.

Although I might judge you.

Just a little bit.

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

Autumn Art Walk

Harvey recently spent a day at the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao in this fantastic outfit combining a sheer watercolor shirt, chocolate zip-up wool blend jacket from Zara, olive drab drawstring chino pants tucked into black Gucci combat boots, his signature sunglasses, and a black wool beret.

Achieving Visual Balance

This is such a great study of how thoughtful styling can take casual, comfy pieces and elevate them into something that looks ultra-cool and put together in a way the pieces might not on their own. This outfit achieves balance in three key ways:

Color: The thoughtful combination of soft late autumnal colors reflect and complement one another. The greens of the shirt tie into the green of the pants, and the black beret and black boots join with the hints of black in the shirt and the drawstring of the pants to create a throughline in the outfit's color scheme. The brown jacket contrasts to all without fighting with or overpowering. Rather, it makes the greens in the shirt really pop, and remains in harmony with the more muted green of the pants.

Texture: The thicker jacket material contrasts sharply with the thinner, less structured sheer material of the shirt in a way that's pleasing to the eye. The more structured wool material of the hat and the solidity of the leather boots balance out the softer texture of the pants, not so much dressing them up as edging them up.

Silhouette: The blockier, broad-shouldered shape of the jacket is contrasted by the tapered line of the tucked-in pants, creating a nicely balanced overall silhouette.

Balance vs. Symmetry

Some people think balance always means creating a reflection across a vertical or horizontal line: make the silhouette a square, rectangle, oval, or an hourglass. But that isn't balance, it's symmetry, and the two are not the same.

Organic life tends not to be perfectly symmetrical, and there have long been fashion trends that intentionally sought to disrupt the appearance of too much symmetry in favor of creating a visual effect that feels more lively and authentic.

Think one razored eyebrow, split-dyed hair, color blocking, or the many fashion trends that seek to create the appearance of super long legs, super short torsos, or silhouettes that resemble triangles rather than squares or hourglasses. If you find your outfits feeling boring, try to create balance, not symmetry!

Even the combination of mass market and designer items in one outfit speaks to the theme of balance, as does the inclusion of older pieces we've seen on Harvey many times with a brand-new jacket from his recent travels.

Affordable Options

The Zara jacket is pricey at $250, but Macy's has a similar one on sale for $49.99 that comes in sizes up to 2XL (50-inch chest). There's also this option from ASOS for $84.99, sizes up to 2XL (48-inch chest).

You can find wool or wool blend berets in a lot of stores this time of year (I highly recommend checking ThredUp!), but I like this one from Nordstrom for $29.99.

These loose tech cargo pants from Old Navy come in sizes up to 4XL (54-inch waist) and retail for $49.99 (currently on sale for 50% off!).

I have a whole post on lace-up combat boots! But these Madden Girl lace-up combat boots are currently on sale for $34.50 and come in sizes up to 11M.

I think I'm gonna do a whole separate post on mesh tops, because Harvey wears a lot of them, they're gorgeous, and it's hard to find nice ones for plus sizes that don't make you want to claw your skin off. I'm also still working on a sunglasses post, so stay tuned for that!

[justpostsyeet]

Mîr Vin Universe: Origins

Ch 2 : Bag, the living guardian

Círdan, with ancient wisdom etched in his gaze, observed the woman Glorfindel had brought back. Although physically unharmed, her presence emitted an aura of profound strength that caught the perceptive eyes of the Elven lord. Gazing upon her, Círdan felt as though he couldn't see through her being as if she was not an edain but something more powerful. Her aura, however, held a uniqueness that defied easy classification. It lacked the overpowering resonance of the Valar or the majestic presence of the Maiar. Instead, it exuded an enigmatic and tranquil quality. Like peering into a dark abyss that bore no hint of fear, her aura seemed to carry an aura of serenity, wrapping her in an intriguing veil of mystery. Círdan, attuned to the subtle energies of Middle-earth, found himself captivated by this unexpected visitor and the enigma she brought to the tranquil haven of the Grey Havens. Their visitor seemed to be in a deep slumber. He asked his servants to undressed her and clean her. Then bring all of her belonging to the court hall so, he could observe the threat.

He knew that she couldn't be a threat something in his heart told too but he knew heart couldn't be trusted. Celebrimbor has told him that his heart tells him to trust Annatar and Círdan knows the result all too well to let himself get caught in it. He went to court hall were he had called few of his closest so nobody gets to alarmed and take rash decision. They were all waiting for them and when he told them his thoughts they seemed to agree with him. The woman seem nonthreating but that doesn't mean she can be trusted. Many of them doesn't seem to agree with the peaceful aura that Círdan felt while trying to look through her. All of them, even Glorfindel and Nestor seemed to agree that all they felt was a void when they tried looking into her but Círdan felt this pull like this was some peace that he had felt before. As time stood still,they all patiently waited was the arrival of the servants .

In the private chamber were the stranger visitor rested, Head Servants Neion and Fearon was given the task of undressing and dressing the mysterious woman. Neion and Fearon meticulously carried out the task unfolding the layers of her intriguing attire. As they peeled away the cotton tunic and broad pants, the richness of the fabric and the exquisite patterns, not woven but painted with expensive dyes, hinted at a wealth unfamiliar to the elves.

The waistband, lacking a drawstring, revealed a remarkable elasticity that gently cinched at her waist without discomfort. Even her undergarments, dyed with opulent hues, displayed a level of affluence that went beyond mere pretense. The small undergarments, with cups and elastic strings, suggested a design meant to enhance rather than compromise her features, and the intricate hook at the back hinted at the need for assistance in donning such garments. From head to toe, every detail spoke of opulence. Metallic strips and elastic bands adorned her hair, matching those found on her undergarments and pants. Rings adorned her ears, made of both gold and other metals unfamiliar to the elves. A round gold object adorned her nose, and various finger rings, some gold, some not, adorned her hands. Unseen by elves before, she wore a band-like silver accessory on her ankles, embellished with small unknown gems. One if her wrist bore a strange object, round metallic box that was covered by glass to display what's inside it. The insides seemed to move in a rhythmical circle . The whole contraption was tied around her wrist with a small leather belt.

Her nails, initially mistaken for being naturally dark, revealed themselves to be meticulously painted in a deep color. Her face displayed remnants of makeup, and her lush, well-cared-for hair cascaded down, framing a countenance that exuded both health and refinement. In this careful inspection, the elves found themselves face to face with a being whose appearance bespoke not just elegance but a powerful status. As they cleaned her delicate skin they noticed that her strength was that of a delicate princess. They couldn't fathom why this woman was suddenly found in the forest.

They bought her clothes and other belongings the court hall. As the elves delved into the mysterious woman's belongings, their initial intent to find potential harm transformed into an intriguing exploration of unfamiliar artifacts. Her pouch were extremely sturdy and was hard to open. Fearon politely told the reason for her failure to open the bag,"Her bags are unlike any we've encountered. No strings, no hooks. Instead, a magical closure with tiny teeth-like objects covering the edge."

Glorfindel, the ever curious one started pulling the things till he found a way to open bag. After a few moments, he happily declared "Look at this small contraption. When moved forward, it closes the teeth and binds them together. Move it backward, and the teeth open, revealing the container inside." Gildor exclaimed."Ingenious! A method of securing belongings with a mere motion. The craftsmanship is exceptional. Lore master Lumion, have you seen such enchantments before?"

Lumion was equally intrigued by the contraption. He himself opened and closed the bag several time before he said, "This is a fascinating mechanism. No strings, no clasps. It appears to be a combination of magic and intricate design. A security unlike our conventional methods." Círdan quipped, "The simplicity and effectiveness of this closure speak volumes. She has mastered the art of containment in ways we never imagined."

Fearon unable to contain her excitement said, "Shall we attempt to open it, Lord Círdan? To understand the mechanism better and see what other wonders her bags might hold?"

Círdan, equally intrigued and excited managedto sound regal lord like "Proceed, Fearon. Uncover the secrets of this magical closure. It is yet another testament to the ingenuity of the woman from beyond our shores."

The woman's artifacts, with their enchanting designs, continued to unfold a narrative of a realm filled with magic and creativity, leaving the elves eager to discover more.The elves gathered around the woman's unusual bag, eyeing the magical closure with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. They exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of how to manipulate the enigmatic mechanism. Fearon, with a keen eye for mechanisms, took the lead in attempting to unlock the secrets held within.

Fearon cautiously moved the small contraption forward, causing the tiny teeth to close tightly, sealing the bag. After a moment of careful consideration, she skillfully slid it backward, and to the elves' amazement, the teeth opened, revealing the contents within. A roar erupted

"Incredible! A simple sliding motion, and it opens like a flower blooming. The craftsmanship is extraordinary."

"Such a mechanism! It's as if the bag is alive, responding to our touch. Perhaps it's enchanted with a form of sentience."

"A living bag, you say? An interesting notion, Glorfindel. Lumion, what are your thoughts on this enchanting closure?"

Lumion cleared his throat signalling other to calm down."While the idea of a living bag is poetic, it is more likely a product of advanced craftsmanship and magic. A melding of art and functionality."

As they explored the contents within, the elves began to form various theories about the nature of the bag.

Gildor mused for a while and said."It could be a guardian, protecting the belongings within. Responding only to the touch of its rightful owner. What if it attacks if we touch the belongings inside the bag?"

Glorfindel was now equally concerned about the sudden attack from an unknown creature but he tried to be brave and wise. "A living bag, a guardian, or an extension of its owner—each theory holds a certain charm. Regardless, it is a testament to our own abilities and if this guardian knows that in our heart we don't posses to harm the belonging but merely look at it then it shall not harm us." As the elves contemplated the bag's mysteries, the enchanting closure continued to captivate their imagination, leaving them to ponder the depths of the magic woven into even the simplest aspects of the woman's belongings.

[dubljarnasims]

Bryce Hughes

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Bryce is married to Guadalupe Wenders. No CC included in the download - please see the list and links below.

Partner(s): Guadalupe Wenders

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Clothing/Accessories:

Glasses - Liliili | Elaine glasses

Pants - Lazyeyelids | Drawstring plaid pants

Top - Busted Pixels | Everyday layered tee

Shoes - Jius | Leather slip on sandals 01 male

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Beard - Intro | Beard 01

Body Hair - Luumia | Body hair v5 plus

Eyebags - Kismet Sims | Eyebags detail 2

Eyebags -  Northern Siberia Winds | Eyebags n3

Eyebrows - RemusSirion | Eyebrows n14

Eyelashes - Kijiko | 3D lashes version 2 uncurled

Face Scars - AlisaSour | Face scars

Freckles - Northern Siberia Winds | Freckles n3

Hair - The Kunstwollen | Lucas

Tattoo - Moonmoonsim | Tattoo n176

Teeth - Yooniesim | Imperfection teeth set

Defaults:

Skin - Luumia | Vanilla skin default

Eyes - Pralinesims | Oasis v2 default

Sliders & Presets:

Butt - CmarNYC | Enhanced butt slider

Chin - Magic Bot | Default chin slider

Eyebrows - Magic Bot | Default eyebrow slider

Eyebrows - Obscurus | Eyebrow sliders

Eyes - marsosims | Eye size slider

Face - Luumia | Face asymmetry slider

Face - Obscurus | Face presets

Forehead - Bloodmoon | Forehead height slider

Hips - Luumia | Hip shape slider

Lower Legs - CmarNYC | Enhanced lower legs sliders

Mouth - Magic Bot | Default mouth slider

Nose - Magic Bot | Default nose slider

Nose - Simbience | Nose presets #28-38

Thighs - CmarNYC | Enhanced thigh slider

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[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

Fugging fugg it.

Silco x Genderfluid!Sex Worker Reader WIP

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Tell me, is there a specific impetus that determines whether you present as a boy or a girl?'

You glance up from the bowtie you're making with the drawstrings to your pants. His slender fingers, the fingers that were wrapped around your cock only minutes before, splay like a divided fan to frame his face. Two fingers the vertical span of his cheek, the others curled beneath his lower lip. Thoughtful as he studies you.

It is impossible to beat the feeling back--your chest flutters with something light. Gratified. That dangerous, dangerous thing that can lead people off a cliff and into hell if one isn't careful. That thing that you know he can *see* that you have strung between the both of you with an invisible cord, your heart to his eyes, his mouth. That *predictable* sentiment, the hollow, pathetic hunger for affirmation that is far more perilous to possess in the Undercity than recklessness, greed, or sheer stupidity.

He knows, and he sits, a spider balanced on a splay of silk you have woven for him. Enthusiastic, willing pawn that you are. A hint of interest, and you are running.

You wonder if he can read the conflict that roils in your heart, the survivalist’s battle with this embarrassingly predictable nature that plagues the scores of mensch that tread the earth of Runeterra. Brotherhood. Freedom. Power. Does he know how greatly you struggle to remain able in his presence, how small you are made to feel despite his trust in your capacity as a courier and a reconnaisseur?

An obedient peon when necessary, of course, always obedient, but a person yet still, an individual. He must see you struggle. Does it amuse him to see you endeavor not to unravel? Does he recognize your efforts, and how? A mark of hubris, or tenacity? A bug pinned under glass, or a child fumbling toward freedom.

'Or both.' Your tone is dry, bordering on sarcastic. You have faced this line of questioning countless times from people too stupid or too insincere to understand. But as soon as the words leave your lips, you regret them. This was not some alley drunk foreign to the concept of an engaging personality.

To your immediate relief, however, his chest hitches, the most imperceptible exhalation of air let through his nose. His eye flickers off to the side before returning to you. A finger taps his cheekbone. Amusing. ‘Or both.' He echoes.

'We've slept together quite a few times, and never once have you asked me such a thing. Why the sudden interest, sir?' You deliberately add the moniker out of habit, and self-preservation. Let it never be said that you *deliberately* mouthed off to *the* Silco. Post-sex murder is an anticlimactic way to go.

Another soft hum, the note round and warm in the middle. 'Idle curiosity.'

You raise an eyebrow. It's not that you don't believe him, but it's clear that there's more to it. You tell him as much. Politely, of course.

The thread of uncertainty fades. He seems receptive to your reporte today, or perhaps he thinks offering up his motivations will result in a reciprocity that he'd otherwise glean with subterfuge and verbal acrobatics. He pulls back from his desk and opens a drawer by his knee to retrieve a leather book, and beckons you over with a lift of his chin. You tighten the strings to your pants and do as he bids.

It's an almanac for this year. Odd thing for him to have, you think. He seemed more like a newspaper man. Splaying it open on the desk before him, he flicks to the section laying out the calendar months and slides it over to you while pointing at the month of April. If you recalled correctly, you started sleeping together around the end of that month...

At first you don't know what you're looking at. Certain days are marked with a single dot, all through the past few months. Blue, green, and red dots. It takes you a moment to parse out the data, but:

'You've been tracking my gender every time we've slept together?'

'I thought it..interesting. At first there seemed to be a pattern, but by July my working theory was in shambles.' He tilts his head to give you an appraising look. 'You are woefully inconsistent, boy.'

You can’t help it, you bark out a laugh.

He tsks, good eye narrowing in a baleful glare, yet his lips twisted in a way that betrayed his lack of genuine offense toward your outburst. 'I'm glad my confusion is so amusing to you.'

'Ahah, sorry, I just didn't expect this...' you gesture to the book, '..social studies project.' Without asking, you pick it up and run your finger over the neat printed columns. You glance over at him and find him fishing out another cigar from his humidor. Turning back, you shrug. 'You could've just asked.'

There is the familiar sound of the cutter. Snip. 'I believe this would fall more under 'psychiker medicine'.' The cutter lands on the desk with a metal clunk, and then the telltale click-and-flick of the lighter.

Your smile turns sly, and you lean forward, pressing your arms on either side of your chest to push what little flesh existed there into a tiny facsimile of cleavage. 'Would you like me to be a girl next time, daddy~?'

Rolling his eyes mid-inhale, Silco takes the cigar from his mouth and allows a waterfall of smoke to billow from his nose. He flits his occupied hand at your chest as if to say 'put those away'.

You playfully stick out your tongue, clipping it between your teeth, and give a little shimmy before straightening to resume getting dressed. You feel his gaze on your back as you round the desk to retrieve your shirt.

'It would behoove you to watch your cheek where I'm concerned, Darling.’

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Uh, these people liked a post I made a long time ago asking if anyone was interested in this idea so you quite literally asked for it.

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[akronuz]

Roupas Parte de Cima

PART 2

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[Grafity] Leach Bra

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[Grafity] Makenna Bandana Top

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[Grafity] Yeona Lace-Up Knit Top

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[Helsoseira] ARRI Gothic Geometric Pattern Top

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[Helsoseira] RAIK Gothic Blazer

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[LazyEyelids] Pajama Open Robe+Pants

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[Madlen] Matteo Top

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[Madlen] Xoria Jacket

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[MullaiYelina] Monica Blouse

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[NanyDesign] Transition Corset

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[RemusSirion] Warp Vest

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[Satterlly] Shirt Athan

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[Serenity] Darkseid Wind Breaker

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[Shushilda] Studded Leather Jacket

Female clothes - Leather jacket (shushilda.com)

[SimsHouse] Men's Shirt With Roll-Up Sleeves

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[SL-CCSIMS] Top N82

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[TINA-SIMS] Half Sleeve Strap T-Shirt

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[Trillyke] Marshmallow Top

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[winterpinetrees]

OC-tober Day 8: In Their Favorite Outfit

It’s my October prompt list and I get to make the rules (it’s not I did not make these prompts). Notes time.

Clay: He prefers dark colors and sturdy, breathable clothes. He doesn’t wear printed shirts, but he likes simple patterns. Clay’s favorite outfit is dark jeans, running shoes, and his leather jacket over a lightly patterned shirt. He’ll usually fold a bandana into a fancy pocket square and put that in the jacket, just in case he wants to hide his face.

Brian: He got a windbreaker from his baseball team, and likes that more than his actual varsity jacket. He’s not really into clothes. T-shirt and shorts type of guy. He’s probably the best of the three at applying makeup, a skill he acquired as a bit and from various girlfriends.

Sierra: Her workshop gear! Gray baggy cargo pants, a heavy-duty utility belt, steel-toed boots, and a dark blue sweatshirt with the drawstrings tucked in. When it isn’t a safety hazard, she wears copper wire around her wrists and a pair of blue headphones with stickers. She doesn’t like wearing tight clothes and always cuts out the tags.

Marin: He’s loyal to Sondaica emerald and gold. However, Marin has fallen in love with human printed shirts, especially the ones that are a little cliche. His favorite is a dark green one that says “not all who wander are lost”. Maybe if he wears it, that will make it true. He’ll wear sandals with socks if it’s cold. It’s more acceptable in the elven world I promise.

Ryn: When Ryn was a young prodigy, he’d seize any opportunity to walk around in just loose pants and lace-up boots to show off his Voyager tattoos. Now, he’d rather have a shirt on. Ryn likes bold designs, and still has a soft spot for the grids and map-inspired patterns of the Voyagers. This man would order the deaths of thousands while wearing a Hawaiian shirt if he could.

Ishtar: Ishtar’s favorite outfit is a long indigo robe with too many layers to fight in, and a decorative silver cover over her vambrace. She faintly remembers her mother wearing something similar.

Amedi: Ceremonial combat gear. High reinforced boots, detailed armor with the veins glowing red, red war paint and a helmet shaped like the head of a jackal. Can do killer makeup.

Esther: Her favorite outfit is a long skirt and blouse, like what a working woman might have worn a hundred years ago. Her favorite colors are cool jewel-tones, but she’s been trapped in Mercuralis indigo and Kebero rust for basically the rest of her life. Esther also prefers to tie her hair back.