#The Maid Clothes and Machine Gun

[epithalamia]

"The Maid Fuku to Kikanjuu" / "The Maid Clothes and Machine Gun"

[posthumanwanderings]

Simple 2000 Series Stream Pt.4 (D3 Publisher - PS2 - 2000s)

0:00 Pre-Stream Jams (Love Upper!) 7:00 Street Golfer 1:11:55 Love Smash! 1:43:55 Snowboard Racer 2 2:21:55 Come on Baby! 3:37:55 Yakuza Fury 3:56:30 Metropolismania 2 4:26:50 Love Mahjong! 4:41:20 Love Mahjong! 2 5:07:55 Taxi Rider 5:27:45 The Maid Clothes & Machine Gun 6:05:20 Love Songs 6:27:30 Runabout 3: Neo Age 6:35:20 The Fire's Fighting Banchou 6:49:10 The Men's Machine Gun Base 7:19:20 Intermission 7:30:00 The Japan Special Forces ~Violent Crime Archipelago 7:41:45 Steel Dragon Evolution 8:14:20 The Meoka Pichi Trap Book ~Oharu-Chan GOGOGO! 8:31:40 Let's Go By Train! 3 9:16:15 The Let's Talk to Aliens! What is Uchu-jin?~ 9:50:50 Monster Attack / Earth Defense Force 10:20:35 Demolition Girl / The Daibijin

[latewinter00]

(Slight blood warning)

OC LOREE

Azaliya is an OC ive had for a few years, shes kind of been on the back burner aside from one apocalyptic story ive written. I decided to use her for the server thing we’re partnered with, but ima explain the zombie thingy.

Azaliya is a somewhat normal highschool girl, aside from her war obsessed freak of a father and a dead mother. As a typical rich kid, shes snooty and cock, not to mention teasing and mocking. Although having an incredibly rich family, she has no desire for most earthly possessions.

Azaliyas hair is long and wavy, shes a natural blond though enjoys having the ends of her hair dyed hot pink. Almost always dawning two large pigtails on either side of her head, (I swear i designed her before i even knew about pjsk and saki…) Her eyes are similar to milk chocolate, a soft brown but a sharp shape.

Her school uniform, from her richy preppy catholic school, is a simple white short sleeved button up, plaid navy and grey skirt, navy tie, white crew socks, black cuffed mary janes, and a navy sweaer with white accents tied around her waist.

At the current period in her timeline, her clothing is scuffed, dirty and bloody.

To start with her past, Azaliya was born into a rich family. Her father and mother owned a large manor, her life nearly completely planned out. All of that was until her mother devolpled a terminal sickness. See her mother was someone she liked, surprisingly. She had always been a bratty kid, to her parents maids and workers, even to family, though her mother was an exeption. It devistated her when her mother passed when she was 11. Her father, a selfish and strange man moved on fairly quickly, seeming unaffected.

Her father, a retired Veteran, had a strange intrest in world war II. Memorabilia, authentic weapons and uniforms lined a large room where he kept everything he owned. Azaliya was only let in their once when she was younger.

Moving on to nearly 4 years later, power around her suddenly went out, as she was at school, everyone around her thought it was a storm. Though when let out to walk home for the day, Azaliya and her peers realized just what happened. Chaos met the high schoolers, everything straight out of an apocalypse movie. Like most around her, she ran home, away from the screaming people and smell of blood.

When she got home she had found her father was already infected, though she wasnt saddened. She had to fight him off herself, finally ending him by shoving a snapped broom into his head, destroying his brain.

Again another timeskip later, Azaliya had been wandering since the start of the apacoplpsye, murdering zombies with a real and authentic DS-39 Machine Gun, stolen from her fathers War collection… (My fav gun if you cant tell) when she came across a man in a large hole…After some taunting she helped him out. The man was Cassius, a military member who had left his base where he was stationed after his team was infected. The two then began traveling together, mainly out of curiosity how a 16 year old had survived the apocalypse.

[plaindangan]

Kirumi is once again thrust into a Motherly role, paid to dote and care for a few of characters (Mikan, Akane, and Miu) for a few weeks while their normal partners and parental units were out of town. The only issue is the instructions given to Kirumi told her to be as “Motherly and Spoil them” as possible… given how serious Kirumi takes her orders, things are going to grow out of hand! (Kirumi goes full MILF and grows bigger than the girls, all of whom get lazy and curvy from all their caretakers doting and feeding!!)

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Be motherly and spoil them were her orders and by her duty as maid she wanted to impress.

Though...she might have gone a bit overboard. You see, when she was told to be motherly, Kirumi thought to her own mother. Sweet, doting...and ever-so curvy, with quite the height to boot. So, wanting to go all in for her request, she used Miu's MILFinator raygun to allow herself to becomes the ideal mother until their caretakers come home...and the results have been....

"Kiruuumiiiiii!!! What's the point of making machines to do everything for me if you keep on dragging me to the table!!" complained Miu. Under Kirumi's service, the inventor had pretty much ditched any semblance of caring for herself in favor of working new invention ideas. This included the need to wear even clothes, which explains the sigh of Kirumi carrying the wriggling naked inventor over her shoulder. Because of Kirumi's cooking while Miu once had quite the large bubble butt before, it had now grown astronomically. Kirumi had to hard focus on her surroundings given that half of her face was smushed against Miu's ass cheeks as she carried her.

"Its customary for all of us to dine together, now shush!" With a heavy hand to slap into the soft cheeks, thus resulting in a moaning Miu, a bright red handprint on her ass and very wobbly cheeks, it promptly caused the inventor to submit as both finally went to the dining room.

"Whff tfff yuuu lggh engghhh!!!!" Akane...asked? Well, tough to hear her with how much food she was slurping down. Like Miu, she had given up on wearing clothes...which explains the sight of how her bare naked breasts, which looked as if they could now break solid stone with how heavy and large they became, were now lazily resting on the dining room table whilst she continued to inhale her supper. Sighing, Kirumi placed Miu down at her chair before wiping Akane's cheeks with a napkin.

"Akane! I told you a million times not to eat with you mouth open!" she lightly scolded, but the gymnast waved her off. What a troublesome woman. It was then that Mikan gently tugged at her sleeve. Compared to the other two, Mikan tried to wear something...granted it was just her apron and, even then, it was still way too small for even her front, but it was an attempt.

"A-aah, Kirumi? I"ve finished eating so...c-can I have my hug now?" Mikan timidly asked. With a warm smile, Kirumi responded by wrapping her arms around Mikan, burying the nurse's face in her own breasts, all while her free hands rubbed and kneaded at the chubby buns Mikan had exposed all the time now.

"This what you wanted, sweetie?~" Kirumi asked and in turn she got back delighted moans and a Mikan burying her face deeper into Kirumi. Who could blame her? Thanks to Miu's ray gun, not only was Kirumi was twice Sakura's height now, her own features had become ridiculously increased. Her breasts pretty much ruined any of her old shirts, thus forcing her to accept ample cleavage constantly being exposed. As for her long skirt, well, with an ass that was wider even than Miu's own increased cake, Kirumi also had to deal with her own booty constantly showcasing itself whenever she bent over even slightly...and the fact people could now see that the only thing underneath with those large moons was a thin purple thong!~

Yes, it was something she had to deal with now...but for the sake of a request she shan't back down!~

[lboogie1906]

Captain Edward Lucien Toppins (June 12, 1915 - December 10, 1946) Army Air Force WWII veteran was a fighter pilot credited with shooting down four German enemy fighter aircraft during aerial combat, a distinction shared with two other Tuskegee Airmen.

He was born in Mississippi. His mother Martha Toppins worked in the clothing industry. He had three sisters. In the 1920s, the Toppins family resided in Louisiana, and in the 1930s, they moved to San Francisco, where the mother worked as a maid for a wealthy family. He enrolled in Los Angeles Junior College and attended the University of San Francisco.

He took courses in civilian pilot training and earned his commercial pilot license and instructor rating during an era when Blacks had trouble enrolling in such classes. His success here helped lay the foundation for his prowess in the cockpit.

On October 16, 1940, he registered for military service and applied for the Tuskegee Army Air Field Training Program. He was accepted into the program and began his training. He was injured in a plane crash. He recovered and graduated with class 42-H and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant on September 6, 1942.

He flew over 141 sorties throughout his military career. He was assigned as a fighter pilot within the all-Black 332nd Fighter Group’s 99th Fighter Squadron, which saw service in Austria, Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, France, Germany, Greece, Italy, Poland, Romania, and Yugoslavia. The 99th Fighter Squadron served primarily as a flying escort for heavy bombers that struck targets in Nazi-occupied Europe.

He shot down four German aircraft in WWII. The first was on January 27, 1944, when he shot down a Focke-Wulf Fw 190. He flew the North American Aviation P-51 Mustang mounted with Browning machine guns through most of these missions.

He was promoted to Captain in 1944. His WWII decorations include the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Air Medal with five clusters, a Victory Medal, an Eastern Theater Offensive Ribbon with seven battle stars, and an American Defense recognition. He was given command of the 602nd Air Engineering Squadron.

He married Lucille. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[mint-moon25]

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[savorysatori]

— 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. ✗

“choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me.”

— sypnosis: working as a maid in a new house is very exciting, you get the money and everything goes well. although, once you’re introduced to the son of the parents, everything goes down hill.

cw, warning: size kink (?), creep!ushi, pictures without consent, nipple play, gn!reader, non-con, somnophilia, sloppy sex, dry humping, praise, panty stealer ushi.

% wc: 2234.

↷ a/n: y’all have no idea how long this was sitting in my drafts, for fucking 5 weeks plsssss- anyways I hope you all enjoy! this was rlly fun to do. also! shoutout to daisy, this collab was really cool! congratulations on 1K bb. <//3

— @daisy-bakugo, PORNSCAPE EVENT! ilyy.

You were everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about.

[1,000.]

That’s how much they were paying.

It was enough to have you accept the job immediately. It was enough to have you choose between two of the slightly revealing maid dresses and enough for you to be standing in front of the wakatoshi mansion. Briefcase in hand with a bucket of supplies you were instructed to bring. Everything was just right, you were prepared to clean, everything would go well.

The frilly material of the skirt swayed around your thighs and glided against the softness of your thigh-highs. Glistening jewels of your gold bracelets glimmering in the hot sun shining down on your skin. The thin line of thread held up the damp clothes, shredding any of the excess water soaked into them. All of the Wakatoshi’s clothing were fancy. Gold lining stitched in the middle or at the end of the cloth, it was clear they were wealthy. But, it somehow amazed you when your eyes glided to the very end of the line — some shirts & shorts were childlike. Pictures of guns and cars were painted onto a black shirt, it looked like something a 5th grader would do. ‘Maybe they had a child?’ You didn’t know, you only met the parents. Folding up the dry ones, you’d stuff them into the cart and push them towards the other line of clothes swishing in the breezy wind.

You finished doing the daily chores, slipping into their kitchen that was designed well with a beautiful interior. Cold marble was felt up against your skin as you tipped the bottle of wine into your glass, clacking against it. Your glossy lips propped up against the cup and took small sips of the fruity flavor. It slid down your throat and surged a zing of bitterness back up to take in the taste, so sweet and yet so unpleasant at the same time. You’d lick the juice off your lips and place it down steadily on the counter, looking up to see a heady gaze sharped on you.

6’2 and steady build towering over you with dark olive hair — was the wakatoshi’s son. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Your body stayed still, unmoving. He wasn’t anywhere near a 3rd grader - more like a full grown adult. Tongue peeking out from your teeth to lick the dryness seeping between the cracks, your eyelids hooded.

“Uh- Hello! You must the wakatoshi’s son, I’m the new maid.” Extending your hand out to meet his; his hand stayed at his side, not seeming to shift to engulf yours. You’d drop it back beside you and nipped at your lip when the silence between you both continued.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you.. Ushijima! Your parents told me about you.”

You’d excuse yourself away from his intimidating gaze and close the door behind you. Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce myself another time.

The same look from before followed you out of the kitchen, watching you as you’d take up the laundry basket. His eyes kept gawking at your every move. Staring with every bit of emotion nobody could decipher, Toshi wasn’t a very talkative man and it was visible. He situated himself in the shadows and looked from above, staying out of any scandals his parents were exposed to. He did keep his eye on you. Stepping out of his secure area and making every note to try and approach you without seeming like a creep. His creep intentions did creep up back into his system when you started staying at his house, sleeping in a guest room 8 feet away from his room. It was easy; so easy to sneak into it when the moon raised in the dead of night.

Soft thuds of his feet against the carpet thankfully didn’t alert anyone, giving him the time to steal peeps at your sleeping state. Comforter pulled up. Oversized shirt to cover up the intimate parts of your body he dearly wanted to explore. Soft breaths left your pink lips to breathe it in again, his cock stirring at the sound of it. Toshi knew what was right from wrong, he knew that doing something like this would cost his life — but, dear god you were everything he dreamed of. He couldn’t stop now.

His calloused hands raised the shirt for him to be able to see your tummy, sliding his fingers down to the waistband of your panties. They were so simple and adorned your skin beautifully, keeping the heat between your legs warm just for him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and let them pool at his ankles, such as his boxers. You stirred slightly at the foreign touch, brows creasing forward. He stilled until you relaxed back into slumber, his fingers separated your thighs, and slowly slid the oozing head of his cock between them.

“Ah, princess, f-fuuck.” breath ragged, eyes shut closed to take in the bliss. Contentment streamed through him, his hips rocking against you to feel more, more of you. He was greedy. Toshi was insatiable, he wanted everything of you. He didn’t just want — he needed you. It was a plea. A whine for you, a need. The selfishness ran through his family, that’s how he inherited it. From his family. Was he ashamed? No. Not when you felt so good right now, not when he was about to reach the orgasm he was climbing to.

Sweat fanned down his toned chest, abs glistening with droplets of precipitation. His hips rocked forward one last time, cum spurting from his head and between the soft flesh of your thighs. It was sticky and slimy, rolling down to cover every little spot.

The sight of you sleeping soundly while his cum leaked from between your thighs, made the flaccid touch of his cock stir. You were just so pretty, a pretty little something he wanted to scoop up for himself. And he would do it with no trouble whatsoever. His hand slid down to grab his phone from the floor, lying face down. Toshi aimed right in the frame, snapping a picture for later. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and scurried away from your room, not bothering to clean up the mess of his dry cum smeared on you.

Pressing the ‘start’ button you watched the clothes in the machine swirl with bubbles of soap clouding over them. One hand on the machine and knocking it occasionally to make it turn on again. “Barely working.” You’d mutter.

Despite the Wakatoshi’s being filthy rich, their laundry room wasn’t at all cooperative. There were brown pieces of wood peeling off the wall with stains of what seemed to look like dry substance splattered on it. A bunch of plastic bags and socks were pushed to the corner of the room, dirty ones to be exact. Not much laid in the room other than the things you had listed — except for the posters of lewd manga hanging from the cluttered shelves.

The cool air of the basement door opening brushed up against you, your eyes drifting to see who it was. Standing there was Toshi. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His expression was the same as always, stern and uninterested. You were both met with the silence from yesterday, uneasiness creeping up back to you.

Bothering not to talk, you turned back to the machine to see it at twenty-one minutes. It was almost done and you could leave to wrench away from the awkward silence you were sitting in. You could still feel his presence, you knew he was there and it was uncomfortable. So many questions were left unanswered in your head, you couldn’t understand them.

The back of your skirt was flipped up to meet your back, his clothed length pressed against you. He was hard. There was no doubt he wasn’t big, and that was what made your eye sockets almost swell out. He slowly rocked the fabric of your panties along with his bulge. Fingernails digging into your hip and pushing you up more to gain more access and spread your legs.

“Ushijima-“ words of confusion scrabbled out from your mouth quickly, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh.” He jabbed the curve of your back and made you lay pressed against the cold exterior of the rattling washing machine. His words flustered you, it provoked you to stay quiet. You had never heard his voice before and a situation like this only shook your brain into a deeper hole of complication. “J-Just — let me do this, let me try it out. Once.”

And you did. You let him try it just once, you let him delude into the fantasy he had been dreaming of. You let him do it. Once.

You calmed down from the aftershock of his tongue sending you to see stars, arms jerking when the feeling of his hot touch pressing your face against the door of the machine. Your fingers tightening around the handle and pulling on it slightly, cheeks swelling up with heat. The sounds of your whimpers and tiny jolts sent him to push along more, arm encircling around your stomach, his voice breathy against the shell of your ear. You were like a succubus, a being he couldn’t leave nor escape, so alluring, sweet and he had just met you not too long ago.

The smack of his cock meeting his stomach caused you to crank your head back, looking over to see a beautiful sight. Ushijima’s cock was thick, curving gently upwards. The skin was a light shade of cream, and the head was large, pink, expanding tip. “Ushi-“ your voice was wavery, unsure paring with it.

He’d shush you again, angling your leg up as his lips pressed a kiss to your glistening cunt. Toshi took notice of your expressions when he slid into the warmth delves; brows creased together and little words scampering out from your lips. Latching onto the handle and pulling it ever so often when he hit a certain spot, whenever the tip of his cock caressed against your cervix- it was so beautiful seeing you be reduced to a quivering, blubbering mess. A surreal sight he would only see.

“You’re so damn tight. So wet, so willing.. just like that baby.” The pump of his hips made you lose yourself over and over again, a mixture of sounds that were all kinds of slobbery and slurred due to your dizziness. His pace picked up with renewed energy, slick and wet sounds fill the air, sweaty bodies clamping against each other. The whines and pants of his name being drowned out, so pathetic- clinging to the latch and crumbling under his touch. It drove him like a mad man, his brain clattering, the way you took him in with no problem amazed him, you were so inviting and supple.

“S’too b-big! Ushi- ah! -“

The whines of him being too big impaled itself into his brain, your shivering body and cunt wrapped around all together had already made him blank out, now with your pleas, it caused a switch in his head to flip and jack-hammer himself into you. Pump after pump. It made your eyelashes flutter with droplets of tears risking to stream down the fat of your cheeks. His hands holding you firmly, brows furrowed with grunts flowing into your right ear. A grunt rippled from him as his cock throbbed harshly inside you, the feeling making him come undone right there.

“Just like that, ah, fuck you make me feel so good.”

Wrinkled skirt falling to the floor, his cock pulling out of you slowly with globs of cum dribbling out of you, he’d shuffle around till you faced him fully now with a perplexed look on your face. The shirt becoming loose as Toshi’s lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, suckling and easing any leftover moans out from your throat. His hands placing you on the machine and attaching his lips back onto your nipple, tongue flat against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, U-Ushi! holy- fuck, just like that.” Your back straining as you leaned back, gasping and threading your fingers through his hair to balance. Toshi wasn’t one with words, his statue being quiet and still. But, words poured out from his lips at the sound of your moans, when you were so good for him.

“So, good.. pretty. pretty, like a beauty.” He pulled off of it with a squelch, standing up high and cupping your chin to stare in your love drunk eyes. “You were so good for me, yeah?”

You nodded, vision hazy and eyes occasionally blinking to peer up at him with a blurry image. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sniffling as he picked up the soiled panties from the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. They were red and pink, swirly designs on them, he found them so cute. He slid your legs around him and walked out of the room, leaving the washing machine to rattle in the background with soap and water overflowing onto the ground.

Ushijima just couldn’t leave you after that day, he stuck to you like glue. Who could blame him? You were everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about.

[neoncrowpen]

This was a personal request made by @fastfan who wanted to see more of this.

Author Warning: Contains mentions of suicide and implied violence against children. Tread lightly, friends.

[Part One Here] [Part Two Here]

It wasn’t you.

You’re not sure exactly what happened, but someone blabbed. Someone you trusted. You were certain your family’s doings were common knowledge at your university. It didn’t matter if you tried to register under a different last name. Your empty eyes, the permanent scowl in your face gave you away. The Shelby name stained you from any good opportunities. Not one professor gave you a sliver of sunlight.

Only a few school friends knew about Thomas’ distillery. And now, somehow, it was your fault that it all went to shit.

Ada woke you by hitting you with a pillow. Screaming through her wet eyes, Ada asked you the same question over and over.

“Who did you tell? What did you do?”

After Thomas threatening to kill you, you stayed silent. You didn’t do a damn thing.

“I didn’t tell anyone, Ada! I swear!” You pleaded with her.

“The police were hot all over the property, Y/N. They’ve taken everything! The supplies, the machines, all of it! Taped it off! Tommy already knows.” Ada shook her head. “You have to leave here. It’s not safe for you or my son here.” You understood why she kicked you out, but it didn’t make it any easier. You attempted finding room and board at school, but your family name betrayed you again. Administration had expelled you over insufficient funds to your tuition. Thomas already cut the cord on your education.

You thought of your friends next, but as you went down the list of them you realized that none of your peers were really your friends after all. Or, they protected the real snitch among them. A new resolve hardened in your core.

You turned to your cousin, Michael Gray. After explaining your new situation, Michael happily let you hide from the rest of the family.

“It’s bullshit,” Michael sounded off. “You’d never hurt the family. Not when he’s paid for your school. He never even wanted you to be in the business anyways. And then he goes and takes it all away? For what? And Ada abandons you? Fuck these people.” Michael handed you a new bottle of whiskey and a glass. “Stay low and stay here as long as you need to. But find the bastard that ratted us out.”

For weeks, you sought out every lead you had. You tried sneaking around school, but you were soon banned from premises. You tried talking to your friends, but no one would give you the time of day anymore. Soon, it became easier to drink whiskey and hide. You thought of leaving Birmingham and maybe England all together, but Michael told you that would be worse. Ada stopped talking to you altogether. She told Michael it was only to protect herself and her son.

You started waking up in a spiral. Your thoughts turned you downwards. Your future in a financial career was gone. Your friends ghosted you. There was nothing you could do to prove your own innocence. It was glaringly obvious. Thomas was going to get you. A dark idea sparked in your head.

(o)

The phone rang in Tommy’s office. He picked it up without much hesitation. Once he heard who it was, he leaned forward and studied the door.

“What are you doing calling me here? I told you to only call in an emergency.” Thomas said.

“It is,” Lizzie responded. “You need to come home now. We found your brother. He’s here.” Thomas’ chest tightened. The drumming inside his chest quickened as he raced off home. It excited his bones. He cursed his sibling. Family was everything to him. How many chances did he give him already? First, it was mouthing off cheating in the races. And now, he’s lost the distillery. Another Shelby asset dead in the water because of him. How much money has he costed him?

Thomas began to think of doing the worst. It would be easier to wrap his brother’s head in some cloth and kill him like a horse. Like a beast. Or worse, he could kill him using mines. Make him run across a field of them just so he could finally understand the fear of war. More ideas flipped through his head as he got out of the car and headed towards his house.

He saw the door wide open. Fear would’ve been anyone’s first reaction, but Thomas hardened his strut. Inside, he spied all of his house staff in the lobby. Silence fell on Thomas’s ears. They looked on wide-eyed. His head maid pointed her eyes towards the parlor.

Thomas stepped through the threshold. Lizzie stood still. Her hands sat on Charles’ shoulders, keeping him in place. His son’s eyes went from his father to across the room. Thomas heard a small muffling sound and turned.

“Hello, Tommy,” you greeted your brother. A small, dark laugh left your chest. Your niece, Ruby, sat frozen in your lap. Your gun’s barrel tucked under her chin. “I’m all the way down now, Thomas. I’ve sunk so low you couldn’t even dig me out. And I’m going to take everyone with me.”

[orange-dreamzer]

This is Xtitch‘s Story, design and fun facts!

(eh-ks-tit-sch or ks-tit-sch)

Design pt 1:

He/Him, transgender ftm, nickname is Stitch

Now the story of how Xtitch was „born“

•Xtitch‘s story•

He was born in a fight between Cross and Error (very silly fight, the reason was because Cross ate his chocolate-)

And in the midst of that fight, their powers combined and created Xtitch.

Obviously they wouldn't date just for the kid.

They just kept their usual relationship, only with a child in the middle.

•Xtitch design•

White bones with grey and black dots all over arms, legs and crotch

His left eye is white and the right eye yellow „melting“ into red with white pupil

He has the same eye lines as Error. The difference is that these eye lines have an "X" shape and are blue-ish-purple in color.

Long sleeves and shirt, a belt tying the shirt close to his body a little over his hips(because of the wide shirt), pants that go a little under his knees, long black socks and trainers

•Xtitch personality•

Xtitch acts cold, really cold, and almost seems like he doesn‘t care about anyone, but if he gets attached to someone, he‘ll adore them with his every bit of body he has(yandere mode activated?/j)

he‘ll tease his friends for anything he can, just act very silly or kind around them.

•Fun Facts about Xtitch•

-He learned to sew and knit with Error because his dada got bored and wanted to do something "productive" with his son

-He calls Cross „papa“ and Error „dada“

-Xtitch has squishy cheeks,, (idea by clownyclowns follow them now *gun emoji*)

-He has weapons inspired by sewing and knitting items such as needles, threads, scissors and so on. These aren't his only weapons tho.

-Cross thinks it's "uncultured" that Xtitch dislikes chocolate.

-Error gave him a sewing machine when he turned 12 years old.

Cross barely agreed, because

"WHAT IF HE ACCIDENTALLY HURTS HIMSELF WHILE SEWING????"

-He's a Trans boy.(more like a trans MAN)

-He's Demisexual.

-Xtitch met Caramel at the cafeteria when he wanted to leave the anti-void more often.

-He gets flustered when he receives compliments.

-His birthday is on November 20th.

-He's already met other Sanses fanchilds out there in the multiverse. He even made friends with some of them.

-He sometimes likes to play pranks with Cross.

-He and Caramel met when Cara was 14 and he almost 15

-He figured he's trans when he was 13 years old, and only told his parents about it a day before his next birthday

-After outing himself Error was all like „now I need to sew and buy different things in the last minute because you couldn‘t hurry dammit!“

-He speaks a bit of Spanish, but not a lot. He understands it well tho.

-He‘s taller than his parents

-Before Caramel and Xtitch were dating, he acted very shy around them.

-Xtitch very much dislikes chocolate, no hate, because even if he grew up with it at some point it was just TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE. It was like an invasion

-He worships his boyfriend sometimes.

-He‘d like to see Caramel in a maid outfit soon.. (headcanon is ENTIRELY Kitty‘s fault)

Kitty: Now I'm imagining this scene:

Caramel: Hmm, this dress isn't that uncomfortable.

Xtitch: Hi Caramel, I wanted to ask you something-

*looks at Caramel*

Caramel: What do you want to ask me, Xtitch?

Xtitch: . . .

*falls to the floor*

Caramel: Eh-xtich!?

Caramel wouldn't be shy about wearing a maid outfit.

He just found this outfit a little weird on him.

And maybe, a certain someone (Latte-) challenged him to wear these clothes-

•Citch Fun facts• (ki-tsch)

-They met each other at Ccino's cafeteria when Xtitch wanted to leave the anti-void more often.

Caramel was 14 years old.

And Xtitch almost 15.

-They started dating when they were 16(Caramel) and 17(Xtitch) years old.

-One day Caramel flirt with Xtitch,and suddenly he flirted back.

Caramel was like:

W-WHAT!? H-HOW IT COULD HAPPEN!?

And then Caramel turned very flustered.

And Xtitch was very proud.

So Xtitch started trying to flirt back more often.

-CARAMEL SAID "I LOVE YOU" FIRST! yes he yelled it. yes Latte has a video. most likely the whole neighbourhood knows by now.

-Caramel makes Xtitch coffee often because he can't sleep.

-When they gave their first kiss,Xtitch was so but SO embarrassed that he ended up falling to the ground.

And Caramel was like "OH NO OH F**K WHAT DO I DO—"

And of course Caramel calmed him down after this situation-

-Xtitch sews and knits gifts for Caramel.

-Sometimes when Xtitch tries to flirt with Caramel, he fails by getting embarrassed.

And Caramel is like after Xtitch doesn't finish what he says: ???

-Caramel noticing that Xtitch has squishy cheeks on accident and now they just won‘t stop it!! Whenever Cara can they‘ll grab his cheeks and squish them repeatedly, making noises at him as if he was a small baby.

And then one day Dream/Ccino casually walked in on them doing that, and just decided it worse than them having s+x, and then wouldn‘t stop knocking on the door before opening even if Caramel said it was fine

-Xtitch and Caramel(when having a sleepover because they can't live together yet) won't sleep together until Xtitch eventually joins him in bed and they cuddle.

-Caramel gives more physical affection and Xtitch is more that "just words" type, but would definitely also give physical affection to Caramel because Caramel is touch-starved and Xtitch is a little afraid of touches like Error because of being hit.

-When Xtitch met Caramel's parents, he was very nervous.

But they were very kind to him. Also they make great cake and coffee Cara :D thnx??

-If Xtitch disappoints Caramel, Ccino's cats will punish him. (quite literally)

-Xtitch sometimes worships Caramel.

-Xtitch is just VERY shy around Caramel.

-Bonus: Despite their height, Caramel would be the top ;)

[writer-akihiko]

Hi!! I know this story is finished and old already but is it ok if you make a ending where the reader ends up with Nobunaga? I kinda want angst in it.. That would be all TY and have a great day. (The story that I'm talking about is "All For Her")

All For Her - Kennyo X Reader X Yandere!Nobunaga [ALT]

PART 1, ACTUAL ENDING

I think I got carried away, but I basically got a wheel to choose some events of this story. This is my personal characterisation of Nobunaga from IkeSen as a Yandere. Actual Nobunaga would not do this; this is my take on how Nobunaga acts as a Yandere.

Warnings: Tragedy, Character Death, Yandere Content and Emotional Manipulation

"You defiled her!" Kennyo roared, unsheathing his staff. He blocked the rampant parries of the Devil King. "And you think that's love."

"Of course," Nobunaga said smugly, dodging Kennyo's swing. "This war…

It's all for her."

~○~

"This will be the last time you hold her, Kennyo."

He roared, howling at the pain of the sword. Kennyo fell to the ground, the stab to his shoulder numbing all of his senses as the blade cuts deep into his flesh.

"Perhaps YN would cast you away if I scar your face once again… Oh… How adorable she'd look to you in horror with the new scars I give you," Nobunaga teased, his menacing tone only edging his sword. "Or, I should kill you right here, and your head should be my bride's present…"

"KENNYO!"

You had come out to the battlefield since more of the injured soldiers could barely make it to the base. Despite of the fact of being on opposite sides, you still treated some of the Oda's soldiers that couldn't reach their own healers. Those with you moved their troops away as you ran to your lover.

Nobunaga pressed the blade further into Kennyo's neck, taunting you to come closer. You kept your distance, but you were horrified at Nobunaga's antics, as his words froze you on the spot. Your body and mind shut down at the thought of Kennyo being harmed. Your blood went cold, and before you knew it you had thrown yourself on top of Kennyo, protecting him from Nobunaga's swinging sword.

"How endearing," Nobunaga smiled at you, his gaze suddenly soft at seeing you. "It's been quite long, my fireball. I knew you'd come running to me."

All the strength left your body as Nobunaga ripped you away from your lover. Your will never left you, but your fear overcame it to the point you couldn't fight against the crazed man that desired you.

The Oda, as usual were efficient in wrapping up the war. Kennyo was arrested and it was claimed as a win for the Oda. The soldiers retreated and Ieyasu cared for the wounded. You'd usually see Hideyoshi and Masamune with grins on their faces, but Hideyoshi was practically expressionless and Masamune's eye only held rage but you weren't sure who it was directed to.

The Oda celebrated their grand victory with a banquet, and the Demon King kept you by his side, pampered and decorated for his eyes only. He kept you in his lap, as your being shifted to the automatic machine it used to be, pouring sake for your obsessed captor.

What sickened you to the stomach was how he announced the banquet.

"With the capture of Kennyo, I sentence him to continuous torture!"

Oh how you wanted to throw up at whoever cheered Nobunaga on...

Eventually, once Nobunaga had gotten drunk, Hideyoshi and Masamune flanked each side of Nobunaga, as Mitsuhide and Mitsunari guarded you. You made no effort to make conversation with the other warlords, for you feared what they might spill to Nobunaga, with the exception of Mitsuhide.

With how everyone was acting, you could only assume Mitsuhide messed with the sake as he was so bold to engage in conversation with you. "Princess, you must be prepared tomorrow."

"Is there something that I missed when I return?"

His voice lowered to a hush, as he explained his intentions. "Nobunaga will find my involvement with your escape. He'd execute me, but it will give you a chance to freedom."

You almost lost your stiff conduct, a drop of sake spilling onto your kimono. Yes, it was true that Mitsuhide was involved in convincing Nobunaga to let you roam to where you were taken by Kennyo, but even by then you weren't sure of his intentions. "Mitsuhide… Why?"

His hushed voiced tickled your ear as he revealed his one intention to you.

"For the woman I love. Even if I don't have your heart, I want you to bask in freedom."

~○~

The next morning's war council came, and there and then, another lower vassal accused Mitsuhide as the traitor that led their beloved Princess to Kennyo's army. The war council this time took a casual turn, as Nobunaga deemed it fit for the ladies of the court to witness the accusation from your balcony. Behind your veil, you shed a tear, sending a venomous gaze to Nobunaga.

You excused yourself from your maids, making your way out of your personal bedroom. Mitsunari should be waiting for you, as he authorised all the guards to be positioned else where. From your knowledge, Ieyasu, Masamune and Hideyoshi were in on Mitsuhide's plan too. Masamune and Ieyasu were to take charge of Kennyo's 'daily torture', while Hiedyoshi was to cause a scene by his natural rage at Mitsuhide betraying his Lord Nobunaga.

Nobunaga raised his fan, quelling the arguments amongst his vassals. "Ah… but wait, Akechi Mitsuhide isn't the only traitor amongst the Oda."

"W-What do you mean Lord Nobunaga?" Hideyoshi, who delivered slightly fake punches to Mitsuhide in his 'anger', stopped as he questioned Nobunaga. "Mitsuhide is always one to do things on his own!"

You raced through every corridor near the tenshu, trying to find Mitsunari in the hallways. Anywhere. Where could he be? Did he get-

The roars of shock from the Oda vassals rang as two guards brought none other that Ishida Mitsunari to the podium of Nobunaga, clearly bruised and beaten.

"A report from the guards came about suspicions of your vassal here to change the guards around the palace," Nobunaga said, as he ordered the guards to drop Mitsunari. "How could I not assume he was acting under your orders, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, you monkey?"

Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi were both apprehended at the hands of their own friends. They were brought to their knees in front of their long time lord, as their heads were pushed down to hang in shame.

"To honour your execution, since you both are great friends," He announced, drawing his pistol from his kimono. "I shall have you both shoot each other until your bodies fall. I'll allow your families to bury your bodies and your next brothers shall carry on your clan's lines."

"Any last words?"

Hideyoshi walked up to his lord he once respected, snatching the gun into his hand. "I thank you for letting me die by the hands of an honorable warlord unlike yourself."

Nobunaga did not hold back his anger as he struck Hideyoshi across the face with his iron-ribbed fan.

"I wouldn't have done this if you returned to the Lord Nobunaga I used to serve," Hideyoshi retorted, taking his stance with the gun pointed at Mitsuhide.

Mitsuhide had nothing to say to Nobunaga, except the silent nod to receive his gun. He raised it to Hideyoshi, saying his last to an old friend.

"Sorry for being a good shot."

"Don't be."

BANG!

You couldn't hold back your tears for Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide. You sobbed into your kimono, your mind being invaded by negative thoughts of your doings being the cause of their deaths. You didn't want this. You didn't want this. If only you had-

"The other two traitors are here!"

The crowd shifted as Ieyasu and Masamune made their way through the crowd, having heard the gunshots. From what you could discern, they were brought there by the jail guards by the orders of Nobunaga's messengers.

"This audience has had enough execution for the day," Nobunaga decided, looking over the three captured warlords under his hand. "However, I might as well give out the sentences now."

Ieyasu and Masamune were not bounded to any guards, but it was clear that they had long accepted their deaths. You wanted at least one of them to abandon you, to give you a sign that you weren't worth the trouble but none of them did. Those three stood their ground, as they face the Devil King himself.

"Ishida Mitsunari, under influence of Toyotomi Hideyoshi shall have a beheading for all to see," He commanded. The scribes were rapid to jot everything down, their parchment wet from the ink and not from the blood seeping into the paper. "Tokugawa Ieyasu and Date Masamune, for assisting the traitors, from this moment our alliance in dissolved. The Oda shall act on their own without your help."

"You shall be sent away. Unfortunately my authority does not reach you."

Masamune scoffed, "I wouldn't want to serve such a stupid warlord anyway."

Nobunaga shrugged it off. "May I meet you two on the battlefield, where I shall have your heads."

"May we have our revenge," Ieyasu said, walking away from the crowd, Masamune behind him.

~○~

Months had passed. Months of staying in this empty shell of yours, made to serve only Nobunaga. Before the last of his days, Mitsunari had requested to play Go with you. You apologised immensely for causing such tragedy, but Mitsunari welcomed you wholesomely. There was no hard feelings as his execution neared, and he advised you to not attend or witness it. You shed tears for Mitsunari, the handkerchief used to catch your tears delivered to Mitsunari's grave.

The day Nobunaga returned from his umpteenth war was as normal as any other day to you. You were sewing mindlessly, as you had no will to greet Nobunaga. He understood that, instead barging into your shared bedroom with familiar cloths around his arm.

He grinned as he noticed you recognise the band of cloth around his arm. "Ah, a parting gift from Ieyasu and Masamune before I took their heads. They consented to it as well, but you're not allowed to bring it around-"

"I hate you. I hate you, I HATE YOU!" You screamed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I don’t mind firecracker," He said, his grip starting to feel painful at your wrist. "You see, I didn't care if those five were traitors or not. It was my luck that they fit into the narrative."

He continued, soothing your cries. "I was only getting rid of anyone who held your attention. I was drunk at that banquet but I still loathed how they befriended you so easily… I did it for you…

It's all for you."

[em-neko]

FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM (KBTBB HEADCANON)

how i think mc would’ve met + fallen in love with the bidders if she hadn’t been put up for auction.

oh and i added a song to go along with each scenario, enjoy!

a/n: the auctions don’t exist in this universe, so the bidders don’t know each other (assuming soryu, eisuke and luke didn’t stay in contact after high school). however, shuichi and hikaru are friends.

EISUKE

when mc worked at the tres spade, they’d often run into each other

she’d always catch his eye, but he wasn’t sure why

she was just like any other maid, after all

but to him, she seemed different somehow

one day, his curiosity got the best of him and he promoted her to the penthouse

at first, she was really shy and wouldn’t even look him in the eye

he’d try chatting her up (in his own way)

but she wouldn’t open up (understandably)

so one day, he asked her to make him coffee

their first conversation was about how eisuke liked his coffee

somehow, he managed to make her laugh

and slowly, she began warming up to him

since then, whenever she’d go up to the penthouse to clean, they’d end up just talking the entire time

mc got in trouble for it (and by trouble i mean, erika and tweedledee and tweedledum bullied her about it) but eisuke always defended her

if eisuke was too busy in his office to talk to her, he’d leave her a small present on the coffee table for her to find

things like jewelry, clothes, beauty products and sweets

in exchange, mc left notes and doodles for eisuke to find

once she even left a short comic that she’d written and illustrated for him to read

he saved them all

soon, their relationship turned flirty

eisuke would tease her constantly

sometimes, he’d jokingly pin mc down on the couch

or he’d give her little surprise kisses while she’d be cleaning

mc would always blush and get super flustered

in typical eisuke fashion, he’d play it off as a joke

but it was obvious he really liked her

soon, eisuke offered her to move into the penthouse

he blamed it on boredom and pulled them “it’s for work” card, but mc saw right through it

and she agreed

SORYU

i genuinely don’t think they would’ve ever met if it weren’t for the auctions

however, i could see them potentially meeting in a bookstore

it was that cliche, looking over the shelf, eyes meeting type of thing

soryu didn’t pay any mind to her at first, but he’d remember her face

he found himself thinking about her a lot

she was scared of him at first, but she found him really attractive

so they’d both go to the bookstore every few days, hoping they run into one another

they wouldn’t speak to each other though

but that doesn’t mean the staff of the bookstore didn’t take notice of their occasional glances

they were kinda suspicious because mc and soryu would always be in the store at the same time

so one day, after closing, the staff reorganized the shelves so that the romance section (mc’s favorite section) would be right besides the crime novel section (soryu’s favorite section)

hoping they’d talk to each other

and it worked!

when mc and soryu returned to the bookstore the next day, they realized that things had been move around

and found themselves shoulder to shoulder

mc eventually gathered up the courage to ask him what he was reading

and he offered to buy her a book he liked

in exchange, she bought him a book she liked

every few days, they’d purchase books for each other, and talk about the last books

mc began to leave notes in soryu’s books

and he left notes in hers too

notes turned to letters

and soon, a phone number was left on the bottom of one of the letters

OTA

they met at a museum

ota was there to look for inspiration

while mc was just wardering around on her lunch break

ota caught mc’s eye immediately, he’s the angelic artist after all

but she didn’t want to bother him, nor did she have the courage to talk to him in the first place

so she just pretended like she didn’t see him

when the paparazzi and ota’s fangirls catch wind that he’s at the museum, they all swarmed the place

ota frantically tried to find a place for hide

and luckily for him, mc found a way to sneak into the security guard’s office

she ushered him in and told him to hide under the desk

while waiting for the chaos to cool down, they joked around and laughed together

ota told mc she looked like his old dog and called her koro as a joke

she rolled her eyes, before bursting out laughing

he started treating her like a dog (asking her to sit, give paw, jump etc.) and she played along

they both laughed together hysterically at the end

when the chaos cooled down, ota left his hiding spot

but, not before asking her if he can “take her on a walk sometime”

she’d bark happily

i made mc a whiling participant to ota’s shenanigans because a big reason why i didn’t like ota’s main story was because i felt so bad for mc

MITSUNARI

they met after baba had stolen a painting at an gallery, owned by a child predator

ayame was chasing him down the street

with no where to go, baba ran into a random building

(that happened to be mc’s apartment complexe)

he entered a random apartment on the second floor

(which also happened to be mc’s apartment)

and hid inside her bathtub

when mc got home and found him inside her bathtub, she freaked out (obviously)

she yelled at him and beat him with a broomstick

somehow baba managed to talk her out of calling the cops by explaining the situation to her

after she calmed down, they drank some tea together and chit chatted

mostly about their jobs

baba teased her a lot about being a maid, while she simply blushed, too shy to tease back

but she couldn’t hide the fact that she found good looking

minutes turned to hours

and the next morning, mc woke up in her own bed

turns out, baba had carried her to her bedroom after she’d fallen asleep while they were talking

and sat at the foot of her bed until the crack of dawn

just to make sure she didn’t have any nightmares after the scare he gave her

to thank her for “the unforgettable night” she gave him, he left her a note with his phone number on it

and at the bottom, it was written to call him if she ever needed help

and he’d be there

mc didn’t think she’d ever use it, after all she wasn’t stupid, she knew a womanizer when she saw one

but when she got invited to a party a few days later, she realized that she needed a date

and who better was to call than the flirty thief she’d just met?

MAMORU

they met on the bus

mc was on her way to meet a friend

while she was sitting on the bus, reading her book, mamoru came stumbling in

mc noted that he looked sleepy

when he came towards her, she made sure to move her back out of the way so he could sit down

mere seconds after the bus began moving again, mamoru fell asleep

on mc’s shoulder

mc didn’t want to wake him up and ask him to move because he seemed so exhausted

so she let him sleep on her

she didn’t mind too much, besides she was only getting off at the last stop

and she thought he was pretty cute, but she’d never admit that

but then, the last stop came

and mamoru was still sleeping on her shoulder

mc wondered if he’d missed his stop or if he was getting off on the last stop too

she gently nudged him, calling out to him to wake up

when he woke up, he realized he’d missed his stop and started freaking out

he blamed mc for not waking him up at his stop

mc retorted that she didn’t know which stop was his

and they walked off the bus bickering

they continued arguing on the street too

until mamoru realized how stupid he sounded and somewhat apologized

mc was understandably annoyed that this man had wasted her time and stomped away

but before she could get far enough away from him, he called out to her

he asked her if he could apologize to her with some dinner

he expected her to say no

but instead, she told him she’d only go if he took her to the best ramen place in town

and he agreed

LUKE

like soryu, i can’t imagine them ever meeting if it wasn’t for mc being sold at the auctions

however, there is a possibility that they’d run into each other at the hotel

mc had just gotten transferred to the tres spade dubai

and luke had a meeting there with potential patient

while luke waited for the patient in the lobby, all of the female staff members were checking him out

of course, he is very handsome after all

mc didn’t pay too much mind, she admitted he was good looking, but this was the tres spade

handsome men came through those doors every day

so she simply walked by and continued her work

and luke and his patient eventually went to his suite

a few hours later, mc was asked to bring some refreshments to room 145

turns out, it was luke’s patient’s suite

she smiled politely at luke and his patient and placed the bottles of whiskey on the table in front of them

eyes wide like he was in a trance, he reached his fingertips towards her chest

panicked, mc was about to push his hands away and apologize, thinking he was reaching for her breast

but he wasn’t

instead, he began caressing her collarbones, while praising their beauty

mc and the patient stared at each other with big eyes, confused as to what to do

“uh.. dr foster, are you okay?”

mc was beginning to get flustered at how close luke was

so she gently placed her hands on his and pushed them off of her

she apologized and told him she had to go, and to call the front desk if he needed anything else

but before she could leave, luke called out to her

he asked her if she’d come to his clinic sometimes

he wanted to get x-ray’s of her collarbones

and as weirded out as mc was, she agreed

SHUICHI

they met while shuichi was staying at the tres spade japan on a business trip

mc had just finished cleaning the third floor

so she stepped on the elevator to make her way to the twentieth floor, where she’d end her shift

shuichi was already inside

she bowed to him, greeting him politely

he simply nodded his head

after pressing her floor button, she stepped back and stood besides shuichi

they rode in silence

until the elevator suddenly came to a harsh stop

mc began freaking out

and shuichi got frustrated

he tried mc calming down in his own way

she got pissed at him

but hey, at least she wasn’t panicking anymore

shuichi clicked the help button and they waited

and waited

after a while, while they sat on the floor, mc apologized to shuichi for the inconvenience

he assured her that it wasn’t her fault

after a brief moment of silence, she asked him why he was staying at the tres spade

and they began talking about work

soon, the conversation turned political

mc was a unsure because of how stiff shuichi was

she thought he was annoyed at her

but he wasn’t

in fact, shuichi was impressed by how educated mc was on the subject

and he loved how casually she spoke about it too

once help finally arrived, he couldn’t help but feel sad that the conversation had to come to an end

he genuinely loved talking to her

she was laid back, but intelligent, a combination he found very attractive

so he asked her she’d be his date that night to his business dinner

and she said yes

HIKARU

they met at work, of course

hikaru was always super friendly towards mc

he’d always help her when he had free time

sometimes he’d buy her food at the cafeteria

or bring her coffee from the local coffee shop

soon, mc began developing a little crush on him

at least, that was until he lured her to into a secluded area at the hotel and threatened her with a knife

turns out, he was going after the wrong person

his target’s wife coincidentally had the same first and last name as mc

hence why hikaru confused them

he apologized

but now that she knew who he really was, he couldn’t just let her go

so he told the manager that they were dating and he wanted mc to move in with him

unfortunately for mc, the manager said yes

and they moved in together

at first, mc was (understandably) afraid of hikaru

but soon, she warmed up to him

in fact, she actually began liking his sassy attitude better than his good guy persona

and there was no denying he was into her too

they played house together

they cooked together, cleaned together, watched shows together, built ikea furniture together

hell, they even argued about which type of cheese to buy at the grocery store

when hikaru had nightmares, they’d cuddle and mc would listen to him talk about his demons all night

hikaru was terrified she’d leave him one day

but she never did

RHION

they met at an antique store

rhion was looking for a new unique trinket to add to his collection

while mc was simply aimlessly wandering around the shop

when their eyes suddenly met

it was love at first sight

however, they were both too shy to come up to each other

so they just creeped on each other until the store closed

when it was time to go home, rhion instantly regretted not talking to her

he was upset, there was his chance to not be alone anymore, yet he blew it

he felt like a coward

but the next day, rhion got a knock at the door

and it was mc!

turns out, he had dropped his id while paying for his things at the antique store

and mc was there to return it

he told her that he’d “found his alice”

and invited her in for some tea

they talked until the early hours of the morning

she spent the night

then the week

then the month

and that’s when rhion realized, she wasn’t leaving

and he didn’t complain one bit

[posthumanwanderings]

The Maid Clothes & Machine Gun (Rideon / D3 Publisher - PS2 - 2006)

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

Off-Kilter

“Dave looked up from his newspaper, regarding his roommate across the table. “What’s that?”

Jason pressed his palms into the table. “Laundry! It’s been weeks since we did laundry, and we’re both starting to smell like wet dogs.”

Dave slowly folded the newspaper, raising an eyebrow at Jason. “Who’s on laundry?” He leaned over the table, holding out a hand. “Thumb war for it.”

Jason shook his head. “Nope, you always cheat. Coin toss, leave it up to chance.” He fished a quarter from his pocket while Dave rolled his eyes. “Heads I’m on laundry, tails it's you.”

As the coin landed on tails, Jason's small lopsided smile grew into a huge shit-eating grin. He flicked the quarter towards Dave as he sat back in his chair and picked up his coffee mug. “After I finish this I’ll be down at the cafe going over our reports - I’ll save you some pie if you’re quick enough.”

“Would you like me to put on a maid outfit for you?” Dave griped as he carried the heavy hamper towards the door, pausing to slip his jacket on.

“Don’t forget the duster!” Jason smirked.

Dave responded only with a middle finger as he walked out the door, Jason’s voice floating after him - “Hey, rude maids don’t get treats!”

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Dave groaned as he pushed the heavy glass door open. The overpowering scent of laundry soap tickled his nose. The last thing he wanted to be doing on their Saturday off was his and Jason’s laundry.

“I’m practically his damn wife,” he grumbled under his breath as he walked into the laundry mat and scanned for an empty machine.

The laundry mat was packed, largely with older women in shapeless dresses. The large woman to his left was nervous about something. The skinny, pimple-faced young man beside her clearly infatuated with a young blonde woman several machines down. She seemed unaware of the way he stared at her, a stare that gave Dave the creeps.

He purposely chose his washer, positioning himself in the young man's line of sight as he whistled a tuneless song. He wished he had his gun in its hip holster, but it had seemed excessive to carry it into the laundry mat.

Haphazardly, he shoved handfuls of clothes into the washer, not caring a bit about Jason's obsession with sorting them. All he wanted was to get this done as soon as possible. He didn't like it here - the floor was always sticky, the smell of detergent overpowering, and there were too far many people crammed into the small space.

He didn’t pay much attention to what he was grabbing, instead keeping an eye trained on the obsessive young man, until something in his hand caught his eye. A pair of baby blue boxer briefs. He swallowed - these were Jason's. It was Jason's underwear that he was casually holding in his hand - as if it was, well, normal. But, Dave bit his lip, this wasn't normal, or at least it didn't feel normal. His heartbeat quickened and his breath caught in his throat. He tried to calm himself by drawing a deep breath, only to realize his face was flushed and his hands were shaking.

He quickly shoved the remainder of the clothes into the machine and started it, trying to put the image of his best friend’s underwear out of his head. It was Jason, after all - serious, nitpicky Jason who often trod on Dave’s last nerve and left the empty milk jug in the fridge. His best friend, roommate, partner; the person who always had his back.

He sat in an uncomfortably small chair, running a hand through his hair as he tried to squash the images that flitted across his mind. Jason's underwear, his hand as he held a book or scribbled on a notepad, his knitted eyebrows as he read over a case file. His lopsided smile that, when it finally made it all the way there, made his dark eyes sparkle.

Dave sighed again, willing himself to think of anything else, but he still couldn't manage to erase the images from his mind. Instead they chased each other faster now, becoming a flurry of images of Jason Gideon. The way he slumped in a chair when he was tired, the hand gestures he made when he spoke, the top button open on his shirt that let just a hint of chest hair peek out. His bare back and shoulders as he exited the bathroom, the way his striped pajama bottoms clung to his hips as he walked across a shared motel room. The way they stretched around his body as he leaned over the bed and pulled the blanket down.

Dave sucked in a harsh breath and roughly rubbed his face with his hands. He had tried for years to suppress these kinds of thoughts about his best friend, and often succeeded until something seemingly innocuous came along to knock him off-kilter. A pair of Jason’s underwear in his hand. Jason’s tight corduroy pants. His soft and sleepy eyes when they climbed into a car before the break of dawn. A late night at the cabin with a fire and a flask of scotch, losing track of time and talking until the sun came up.

As the washer beeped, he shook his head, forcing himself once more to push the thoughts aside once more. After throwing the laundry in the dryer, he sat back down. His eyes sought the pimply young man, needing a distraction. But the guy was gone. Dave quickly searched for the girl that he’d been staring at, relieved to find her animatedly chatting with a grey-haired woman in a denim dress. She should be fine, then. His eyes roamed the room, searching for something else to focus on. But there wasn’t anything. Everywhere he looked he saw Jason, and every piece of clothing was baby blue boxers. Dave made himself a little more comfortable, slumping in his chair, and sighed. It was going to be one of those days.

[cherryliqueurkinks]

˗ˏˋ 31-day smut snippet challenge ˎˊ˗

A challenge inspired by Kinktober, but I won’t be posting consecutively and therefore not just in the month of October.

VERONICA/FP - cock slut, humiliation, suspension play, car sex

BETTY/HAL - gun play, bondage, fear kink, vibrator

VERONICA/HERMOSA/HIRAM - face sitting, body writing, anal plug, spreader bar

BETTY/HERMIONE/HIRAM - public sex, double penetration, uniform kink, masturbation

VERONICA/ELIO - glory hole, forced orgasms, road head, hair pulling

body worship, cheating, mirror sex, flogging

remote controlled toy, threesomes, mind control, drunk sex

plush kink, sexual slavery, knife kink, orgasm control

cuckolding, nipple play, dildos, sex tape

sensory deprivation, spanking, feather play, food play

mindbreak, size kink, chastity belt, anal beads

edging, fucking machines, sloppy seconds, riding

caught, pet play, shower sex, tied to the bed

thigh riding, cum marking, plush kink, gags

gangbangs/orgies, clit/nipple clamps, handcuffs, daddy kink

face fucking, hypnosis, drugging, trapped together

squirting, orgasm denial, creampie, 69

cockwarming, tribadism, high heels, begging

blackmailing, public use/free use, chair sex, clothed sex

strapons, paying off a debt, costumes, blowjobs

breeding, kidnapped, corsets kink, stockings kink

filming/recording/pictures, object insertion, blindfolds, morning sex

deepthroating, breast fucking, collars, biting kink

fuck-or-die, sex pollen, cam worker, kitchen sex

exhibitionism, cunnilingus, couch sex, marathon sex

triple penetration, breath play, office sex, closet sex

praise kink, erotic dreams, maid kink, lap dance

spitroasting, voyeurism, lingerie, melting wax

cum play, anal sex, stepcest, stockings

clothing kinks, ice play, outdoor sex, nudes

a/b/o, sex training, panties kink, finger sucking

[wandasallerdyce]

Twilight Time - Steve Harrington

Pairing - Steve Harrington x M! Reader

Fandom - Stranger Things

Requested - yes/no

Warning(s) - one cuss word, all fluff

Notes - ugh, I’m a whore for this man 😩. But n e ways I was listening to Twilight Time earlier and said fuck it I’m writing for my best boi Steve. Also an upload two days in a row?! Woah! (p.s. I haven’t watched ST in a while so sorry if it’s cringe 😗)

(GIF not mine)

Steve was nervous to say the least. In just a few moments, you’d be walking down the makeshift isle the kids had made for your guys’ wedding. When you had told them that you guys were planning to get married in secret due to the law not letting you guys get legally married, they were excited and instantly asked to decorate the small part of the woods were you’d be hosting the wedding. And of course you guys said yes (more like were forced to).

Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time

When Steve had proposed to you, you guys had gone out to go stargazing. He was fascinated that you knew so much about the stars. He loved how the moonlight fell on your (s/c) face, making it glow beautifully. At this point, Steve was still wondering if he should go along with the plan. He knew both of you guys were young. He was 20 while you were 19. He didn’t want to tie you down to him when you could go to college and succeed in life.

Steve couldn’t help it though. Ever since he first saw you walk in through the doors at school, he was instantly enamored with you. He knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When he finally went to talk to you, it was during a party. He was nervous as hell and was barely able to stutter out a “H-Hey I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.” To add on to the awkwardness, he did hand guns after.

You simply giggled and decided to flirt with him a little. “Harrington, huh? Got a nice ring to it. It’d be even nicer if it was next to my name.” You replied with a smirk. He instantly choked on air and went beet red in the face. ‘Smooth. Real smooth’ he instantly thought. He straightened his composure and shirt and replied “would you like to get out of here?” whilst offering you his hand which you instantly held. “Sure, why not?” You said while smiling. Needless to say, you guys ended up having a steamy make out session in his car.

Steve just couldn’t get enough of your lips. They were so plump and soft, unlike any other lips he had ever kissed. If it were even possible, he fell in love with you even more. Eventually, after a few more make out sessions, he had the courage to ask you out on a date, which you instantly agreed to. Ever since then, you’ve both always been together.

When purple colored curtains mark the end of day I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Some nights, Steve would climb up to your window and get in bed with you after a rough day. You’d hear him out and hug him tightly if he starts crying. Steve loves you for that. He loves that he can count on you whenever he needs help.

When he gets the job at Scoops Ahoy, you become a regular and tease Steve, who’s in his uniform. “Look at the cute boy in the sailors outfit!” You say while sighing dreamily. “Stop it!” He replies back, going instantly red. Meanwhile, you compliment Robin’s outfit which got a pout from Steve. “You’re still cute nonetheless, Stevie.” You tell him while giving him a quick kiss which instantly brings a smile to his face. “Exit the break room.” Robin simply replies.

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold

And here you guys were, looking at the stars together, laying on one of his blankets on top of his car. He turned his body to look at you with you doing the same. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He asked, staring at you lovingly. “Nope.” You replied, giggling softly, which earned you a playful eye roll.

“No, but seriously, I really love you. Your beautiful (e/c) eyes, your unique personality, basically, everything about you is amazing. I love you. I love how you listen to all my problems, letting me vent out all my problems, yes, I even loved how you teased me in the sailors outfit and,” he shakily pulls out the ring, which causes you to gasp. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So what do you say, (y/n)? Want to officially- unofficially get married?” He asks, and gulps right after. ‘Maybe I rushed it too fast’ he thinks.

“Of course Steve! Yes!” You exclaim, jumping into his lap which earns an oof from Steve. He smiles the biggest smile he’s ever done and slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you deeply. You pull away and look at the ring until you notice the similarity.

“Wait, did you get this from the machine at the store we were at the other day?”

“Yes?” He said, nervously.

“Eh, I love it anyway. It’s perfect.” You said and went back to kissing him.

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue

Now, here he was, in the present day, at the same spot in the woods where he proposed to you. It had also become the place where you guys would get married unofficially. He was nervous to say the least. He was constantly tapping his foot to the point where Mike slapped him in the arm to stop him. Jonathan was his man of honor. Sure, it was a bit weird but they had become close friends ever since the demogorgon shit ended.

Meanwhile, Robin was your maid of honor. Ever since you walked into Scoops Ahoy for the first time, you instantly became best friends with Robin and saw her as the sister you never had. You guys would constantly team up and annoy Steve together which he would laugh at at first but eventually it got too overwhelming as both of you were good at pranks.

Max walked in with a bell and rang it too many times to count, but got the message through that it was time to start. Steve’s breath hitched as he saw you walk in. You looked so handsome in the white clothes you had picked out and he fell even harder for you. Hopper was walking you down the aisle and would also serve as the officiant. He didn’t even realize you had reached the center and were holding his hands.

He stared into your shining (e/c) eyes while reciting his vows which made him feel lucky as he’d be able to look at them everyday he’d wake up. After reciting your guys’ vows and sharing a kiss, you simply told him, “Guess “Harrington” did make it into my name.” He smiled as he looked at you, reminiscing about your guys’ first conversation.

Here in the sweet and same old way, I fall in love again as I did then

After the ceremony, Steve drove both of you to your guys’ new house. It was small but homey at the same time. When you guys arrived, Steve opened the door for you, picked you up and walked you guys inside. It was beautiful from the inside. You had already bought some furniture to accommodate it to your guys’ liking. Steve set you down and went to turn on the small radio you had sitting on a coffee table. Instantly, Twilight Time by The Platters started playing.

Steve moved closer to you and put a hand on your waist and held the other one, while you placed your free hand on his shoulder. You guys started dancing across the living room, matching the rythym of the song. He would dip you and move you guys across the room. As the song ended, he dipped you one last time, brought you back up and placed a deep kiss on your lips. “I’ll never get tired of this. I love you, (y/n) Harrington.”

“I love you too, Steve Harrington.”

FIN

[sacrificialmaiid]

@terrorgone cont. from [x] 

   Like it or not, Mia’s brief career pivot to “Thing in The Dungeon” had its perks. Less cops, for one. No bills to pay, no maids to babysit, and best of all? No fucking Backstreet Boys.

That fucking acoustic guitar comes on and Milena’s little twink fingers are cranking the volume as far as the tinny radio will go. Mia’s head lolls back, eyes rolling up and into her sockets, Exorcist-style. 90s pop brings her back to middle school, one long memory of hand-me-down clothes and gub’mint breakfast slop at the ass-crack of dawn. Just thinking about it almost has her fiending for extra-strength aspirin. Almost. It’s Milena’s granny-tier driving that’s got Mia’s temples throbbing. She stops at every empty intersection, yielding right-of-way to a pair of ducks waddling along the dirt road. Thirty minutes on country backroads and the speedometer has yet to hit a decent number. ❝  Holy shit,  ❞  The first swear of the day is more invigorating than a cup of coffee. God. Setting a good example for Rose just might kill her,  ❝  My grandmother drives faster than you, and she’s dead.  ❞ Fuck it. Milena wants to drive like a city-slicker? Cut into bitches like her sugar momma’s claws? Mia’s got a great solution. Her car window’s down in a matter of seconds, submachine gun pointing at the clear blue sky. Shooting at full auto’s easier than falling asleep. Spent 9mm casings cascade into the car as the harsh pop of gunfire reverberates throughout the Romanian countryside. Whatever bloodthirsty Lycans lurk in those woods are sure to have heard. Mia turns to Milena and grins. ❝ Gun it.  ❞

It’s a slow process, becoming indoctrinated by the modern world. Milena has been kept on ever such a tight leash, everything beneath her mistress’ watchful eye -- everything kept tailored and trimmed to just how Mother Miranda told them that it must be. There had been no modern music, strict limits on modern machines... And then Mia Winters had come along. At first, Milena admits, this had been much to her distress. At first, she had seen absolutely nothing redeeming in the other woman -- and much of the time she still does not. But things have been, admittedly, better since the Winters woman’s influence. Miranda dead. Modern music. The Lady had even permitted her to begin learning how to drive. Unfortunately, the only person available who actually know how to drive is -- 

Milena shoots a withering glare at her and turns up the radio again in an attempt to drown her out. The things that Nick, Howie, AJ, Brian, and Kevin have to say to her during her third play of I Want It That Way are much more important than anything that Mia Winters could ever come up with. Winters has never been respectful of anything under any circumstances, but she could at least be quiet and keep her groaning to a minimum. 

“No she doesn’t,” Milena snaps back immediately, indicating and looking left, then right, and then left again before pulling out at a crossroad. 

“There’s nothing wrong with the speed I’m going, it’s not like we’re in a hurry to get anywhere.” She checks her rearview mirror, gives a little smile at the sight of the castle looming in the distance, and prepares to recite something that Hilda had taught her only a day or two earlier. 

“Better to get there a little later and in one piece than to--... wait wait wait! What are you doing?!” 

She catches Mia just as the gun is pointed out of the window and at the sky, her head flipping frantically between the road ahead and the gun in the idiot’s hand. The shots ring out into the silence of the village and Milena’s face pales. 

“What are you doing?!” she yells this time, her grip on the steering wheel becoming white knuckled. “Are you insane?!”