#corset asks

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Please make Gai’s tits bigger <3 as a treat (for kakashi)

We need kurenai for this emergency

Kurenai: Why do you always look better in my clothes Gai: That attitude is why! We're both stunning! Kks: Obscene!

[plumadot]

Your art is so cute 🥺. I wanna put it in my mouth and have a little chomp. They’re all such little guys and I love them so much.

if you’re still taking requests I would love to see how you draw Joel

funny bug in a pretty corset

[potato-lord-but-not]

i've been dying to see your take on john in a dress (especially since you just debuted your human john <3)

ough he’s so…..

oh also some no context John in a corset bc I need to share the John tibbies

[ilikedetectives]

[marggri]

[lavendermin]

mii 💞!! for your warm-up can i ask for rin with “masquerade ball” ??¿

Alice he makes me feel feint like a sick Victorian noblewoman I need to bite him so badly aughhh

lieutenant itoshi rin x aristocrat reader, afab + fem reader

warnings | suggestive toward the end, alcohol, somewhat regency au I suppose

The dance hall music pours out of the large, glass balcony doors in the distance heard even from the guest room balcony you’ve hid yourself away across the courtyard. You watch a few stray figures from time to time sneak off toward the winding garden maze in the center. Newfound lovers or a spur-of-the-moment rendezvous, surely. It’s what these masquerade balls are for, after all.

Marriage. It makes your stomach lurch.

You take another sip of the drink you’ve been nursing, the cool night breeze a relief to your alcohol-warmed cheeks.

The door of the room creaks open, expecting house staff to be checking in on you again. After all, your lame excuse was feeling feint and dizzy and needing some space for a bit.

A deep voice greets you instead.

“Sick on an important night,” Rin criticizes as soon as the door clicks shut behind him.

You whip around at the sound of his voice, caught red handed. The champagne in your flute almost spills from the scare.

Despite the masquerade mask he still dons, it’s hard to forget deep ocean teals that render your soul bare. He looks divine, clad in a regal white suit with his ranking’s emblems.

“Lieutenant, I–” Your words fail momentarily, heart still racing—from the scare or something else, you cannot say.

Rin cuts you off, arms crossed. “So, are you sick or not?”

There’s a sternness in his gaze and beneath it all, a genuine worry as his eyes take you in. It’s a tough call with both of you still donning intricate masks framing your eyes—forced into a guessing game.

“Sick of these dreadful courting assemblies they repackage as an elegant ball,” you scoff, turning back to face the dancing hall.

If nothing, at least the cool night air will help the heat still high on your cheeks. His presence doesn’t help.

“I heard a lord from the province over was searching for you tonight,” Rin comments, sidling up to you on the balcony. His eyes are unreadable though there’s a hardness there you catch momentarily before it softens with a clear of his throat. “You look… nice.”

You stare at him from the corner of your eye, frowning.

“Why are you bringing this up?” You ignore his compliment, letting your heart feast on that for now before you read into it.

“You’re hiding from him, are you not?”

You down the rest of the drink and toss the glass down below into a sea of bushes. It shatters, a faint sound in the night, but enough to send a couple running with breathless gasps and unkempt hair.

“So what if I am? I can keep playing this hiding game as long as I can milk it,” you argue with a shrug. “I don’t like being hunted down at these stupid masquerade balls by hungry suitors I don’t even know. I can’t marry someone I only just met tonight—it’s insanity. And that lord is like seventy years old.”

Rin’s eyes linger on you for longer than you can bear. There’s guilt that sits low in your gut. A severe scolding would await you from your mother in the next few days. But no scolding or lashing will deter you from hiding out in a guest room at the next ball. Not when your family’s newfound wealth has garnered the attention it has. You refuse to be a fish out for sale at a market with these masquerades meant to marry off women to old, sleazy, rich bastards.

A stiff silence hangs in the air, the chirp of crickets and far-off laughter from the gardens fills in its gaps.

“Marry me.”

Rin doesn’t allow you a moment to process his proposal before he’s crowding you against the balcony ledge, a hand on either side caging you close to him. Unable to escape his raw feelings he puts on display. The few too many drinks in your system makes you feel oriented enough to ask stupid questions.

“Lieutenant Itoshi, what are you–”

“Captain. It’s Captain Itoshi now. But for you, just Rin. Don’t make me a stranger,” he all but pleads. “Not when I’ve worked so hard to be someone for you.”

Your mouth hangs open, unable to form a response and your heart feels like it’ll burst right out of the stupid corset you were squeezed into. His eyes drop to your lips and it’s enough of an invitation for him to seek an answer with a kiss. It’s hard not to lean into it, not when he leads you easily and makes you dizzy with his tongue against yours. It’s gentle yet commanding, something that’s all too him.

Rin takes his mask off now, pulling away only briefly.

“And soon, I hope it’ll be yours that you’ll call me instead. Only yours. I can give you the life you deserve now. So–”

“Yes,” you cut him off breathlessly.

Rin blinks, losing momentum. His face sets into his familiar frown. “What?”

You drag him back down against you, biting his lip and seeking more as your tongue dances across his lip until he grants you access. There’s a barely held restraint now as you both eye the guest room bed behind him. He feeds into your whims quite easily. Always has.

“Yes, just—shut up and kiss me. Mark me,” you plead, a tremble of relief and excitement coursing through you. “Yours. Only yours. I want them all to know.”

He follows your gaze to the lively masquerade dance hall. The moonlight catches on the intricate necklace around your neck—how it complements the expanse of your unmarked chest.

With the night still young, the masquerade ball will still be ongoing until the sun’s early rise. Rin’s mouth begins to water as you lead him by the hand back into the guest room to the plush bed.

[liltaireissocute]

idk why I can’t get this idea out of my head but

Briarwood rockstar au

Delilah’s the singer, Anna’s backup + probably like drums or smth idk, and Sylas plays guitar. Their band is called Bloody Hell :)

I’m just really gay about them theyre all so AHHHH

THAT'S A MAGNIFICENT AU!!!!! sorry i've got a bit inspired so here is my attempt at the Bloody Hell:

(i'm sorry for not drawing Anna on the drums, i have no idea how to draw drums and somehow they have strong Mother Mother vibes to me)

[wooiamamess]

[deimosatellite]

more misc v+d stuff as always.. (alyosha, rodya, alyosha, rodya and myshkin)

[desertduality]

I'm too nervous to post on main especially since it's a traditional doodle so I'm just gonna send it in asks :) the guy ever on the brain. College thesis SHOULD be on the brain instead but it very much isn't </3

OH MY GOSHHH I LOVE HIM !!!!

[rowenasamuel]

I’ll take a combo platter!

7. A quickie because No Time + 31.Taking Desperate to a New Level

They really don't have time for this- the children would be back in less than an hour, and Effie's dress took at least a full fifteen minutes to get completely off.

And yet Haymitch has the contraption she called a skirt hiked up high enough to get his hand between her thighs, mouthing over the round of her bare shoulder, dragging his teeth over the porcelain skin. Effie moans, head smacking back against the wall as her hips rock into Haymitch's touch.

It's been a frustrating week in Three- the Victory Tour was going far from swimmingly, and they've barely had any alone time. Effie can tell that Haymitch is getting frustrated, more snappish and annoyed than usual. If she's being honest, she's just as sexually frustrated as he is; she just hid it better.

"Eff," Haymitch growls, tugging at the fastening of her skirt- she smacks his hand, glaring at him, and lifts the fabric another inch.

"You cannot take it off. Work around it," she chastises him and Haymitch snorts, amused, as he brushes a kiss to her neck. Then he drops to his knees, both of them cracking with the movement, and drags his tongue up the inside of her thigh, nuzzling into the lace panties she wore and inhaling deeply. "If you're so desperate, you can find a proper solution."

"I like it when you're bossy, princess," he says, grinning up at her, before he hooks his fingers in her underwear and drags them to the side. Effie gasps, pleasure worming its way through her bloodstream, and grips the fabric she clutched in her fists harder.

[gloriousmonsters]

do you ever think the insult was added to injury of Angel having to do like, sponsored porn. Ninety takes because he can't manage to put an ounce of enthusiasm into 'oh no, please don't rip my Hardcore Wonderland Series Mushroom: Makes You Smaller variant Corset By Velvette'

[justladders]

you should give springtrap a bigger waist to compensate for that giant torso and those giant arms he has

i'm just sayin'

y'know just for that he has a corset now

[luthanraels-bignaturals]

atticwife au!malcolm who picks out an outfit for irving every day so he doesn’t have to worry his pretty little head about it. first he just keeps him in a long soft night-gown nothing crazy, until he finds something even better. and starts dressing john in his old shirts. john’s taller than him but he’s so skinny all of malcolm’s shirts hang off him like a tunic dress. sometimes he even lets him put on pants (they’re too big, john has to hold the waistband to keep them from falling down) aside from that, he’s allowed to wear wool socks, a pair of lovely satin gloves (womens), and a belt that ties his wrists to the bedframe when he’s being difficult

thanks @sunlaire for the inspiration!!! I am sick in the head!

[toscrollperchancetomeme]

Ok, so, hear me out.

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