#cowgirl ensemble

[lookingbackatfashionhistory]

• Cowgirl ensemble in two parts.

Date: ca. 1940

Medium: Synthetic (?), suede

[all-our-turf]

rewatched hamilton just to stare at the warriors cast the entire time

can you believe peggy and swan are the same person…jasmine cephas jones the woman that you are

[astrangetorpedo]

lucy’s pink cowboy outfit pic is public tho, right?

well she posted part of the outfit (thank u queen 🥵💦) and we have this pic of her w the pink cowboy hat, but i desperately need of a picture of her in the whole getup :(((

[redarmyscreaming]

Cowgirl Band

[evilrashida]

Beyoncé wears an archive embroidered red cowgirl ensemble from the Spring Summer 1992 ‘Cow-Boys’ collection for the Cowboy Carter Vinyl photoshoot. Photographered by Blair Caldwell. Styled by Shiona Turini.

[honeyryewhiskey]

wanted: birthday boy

or, surprise, dean! you're dressed up like a cowgirl and he gets a matching outfit cos he's a western-loving FREAK cw!! flirty fluff, kissing, dean & his boyish charm when he's excited 1k words

As his bedroom door clicks shut behind him, Dean stops in his tracks, his eyes growing to the size of saucers as they take in the sight before him. You, standing there with your hands on your hips in the outfit you’ve been saving for today—a perfectly put-together, six-piece cowgirl ensemble. For a long moment, he just stares, frozen as though he’s forgotten how to breathe.

“Whoa,” he finally exhales, the word low and drawn out, his gravelly tone vibrating through the quiet room. It sends a flutter straight to your stomach. His gaze roams, starting at the boots that hug your calves, up past the denim and snug leather chaps, the crisp black blouse with a few buttons popped, finally landing on the hat perched just right on your head. A boyish, sweet smile spreads across his face, lighting him up as a soft laugh escapes his lips.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice flustered, matching the pink rising beneath the freckles on his cheeks. “You trying to give me a heart attack on my birthday?”

Your smile widens as you do a playful twirl, the fringe on your chaps swishing dramatically. “You like it?”

The answer is written all over his face. Excitement radiates from him, washing over you in warm, sweet waves. Dean always looks at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever found, as he’s quite clingy with the things he adores. But this has him looking at you starry eyed. 

“Like it?” he echoes, the words barely above a whisper as he steps closer, his boots scuffing against the floor. His gaze dances across all the fine western details. His hands find your hips, gentle as he runs his fingers along the line of your belt. His eyes popping as he traces the outline of the large buckle, until his hands settle firm on either side of you. 

With careful precision, he dips his head to place the softest kiss on your lips, mindful not to topple the stetson. “I love it. You look like you just walked off the set of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.” 

You tilt your head coyly, your arms looping around his neck. “I thought you might appreciate it.”

“Appreciate it?” He lets out a low whistle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “this is the best damn birthday present I’ve ever gotten.” 

One of his hands slides upward, fitting perfectly between your neck and jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. The gentle touch from heavy hands, the way he can’t stop looking you over, it makes your nerves prickle and your heart skip a beat. He exhales softly, settling his wandering eyes onto yours, “and I haven’t even unwrapped it yet.” 

Your cheeks heat at his words, and with a grin, you pinch his ear that’s been bright pink since he walked into the room. Normally, that earns you a halfhearted scolding—his signature grumbled “quit that”—but not this time. He’s too distracted, staring at you like a lovesick puppy. 

“Well, don’t get too comfortable, cowboy,” you tease, slipping out of his hold, your lips curving into a playful smile. “You haven’t even seen the second part.”

Dean’s brows lift, and a cheeky smirk takes over his face. “Second part?” he echoes, his voice tinged with curiosity and bubbling anticipation.

You cross to the bed, where a garment bag is draped over the comforter. Dragging the zipper down, the sound fills the room, mingling with his soft gasp as you reveal the surprise inside: a matching cowboy outfit. A brown duster coat, well-fitted jeans, chaps, a shirt that mirrors your own, and the perfect finishing touches—an antique bolo tie and a Stetson hat.

Dean’s jaw practically hits the floor. “No way,” he breathes, stepping forward to touch the fabric like it’s sacred. “You—are you serious?”

“Serious as a snake in a sleepin’ bag, sugar,” you quip, voice laced with a dramatic southern drawl as the smile on your lips grows wider at his googly-eyed reaction. “Figured we couldn’t roll into Deadwood without looking the part.”

Dean stares at the outfit for a moment as he takes in the details of your gift. The matching outfits with traditional details that only someone like him would notice and appreciate. A trip to the town he’s been talking about visiting for ages, but never goes because there is always something to hunt, someone to save. When his head turns back to you, his expression softens. “You did all this for me?”

“Of course I did,” you shrug, like it’s no big deal, but the look in his eyes—almost childlike in their admiration—sends a shock right through your chest. Stepping closer, you cup his jaw, tugging him down close enough to place a kiss on his cheekbone. “I love seeing you happy—even if it’s because you’re a huge freak for cowboys.” 

Dean lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head as a crooked smile pulls at his lips. He catches your hand as it drops, pressing a kiss to your palm before letting it go. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

Mhm,” you hum, watching the excitement buzz it’s way through his body again as he fidgets with the outfit again. “Well, go on, Eastwood. Try it on.”

He grabs the hat from the outfit and plops it on his head, adjusting it with a practiced flick of his fingers. His brows set in dramatic stoicism, “how do I look?”

You bite your lip, savoring the moment to soak in the sight of him in that hat—looking utterly, undeniably Dean. Pretending to consider, you tilt your head and smirk. “Like you just stepped out of an old Western.”

“Good,” he nods, his smirk growing with pride at your compliment. “Y’know, I’m thinkin’ maybe we skip the road trip and just…” he shrugs, his smile shifting into that familiar, mischievous challenge. “...stay here. You, me, these outfits—" He trails off, the thought lingering in the air between you. His eyes drop to the expanse of skin peeking out of the few popped buttons of your shirt, His teeth sink into his bottom lip as if he’s trying to stop himself from saying more.

ou arch a brow, crossing your arms, though it does little to break his momentary distraction. His gaze doesn’t waver, not even when you adopt a scolding tone. “Dean Winchester, are you seriously suggesting we bail on your birthday plans after I went through all this trouble?”

“Not bail,” he says quickly, finally meeting your eyes with a boyish grin that’s all charm. Before you can protest, he pulls you into his arms, the lazy smirk on his face deepening. “Just…postpone. Maybe by a day. Or two.” His voice dips, that playful, magnetic lilt curling around each word. “You look too good in that outfit, Sweetheart. How am I supposed to think about anything else?”

Your cheeks burn, though you try to hide it with an exaggerated eye roll. “You’re impossible,” you mutter, feigning exasperation, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“And you’re irresistible,” he counters smoothly, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, not enough to kiss—just enough to make your pulse quicken. It’s one of his favorite games, waiting for you to break first, his unspoken question hanging in the air. 

“Fine,” you murmur against his lips, your resolve melting. 

The hum of satisfaction in his throat is warm and low, and then his lips press into yours—always a little rough at first, always setting loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. He pulls back just enough to smirk at you, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable.

“But only for an hour,” you warn, your voice stern as you poke a finger into his chest. “Then we’re hitting the road.”

“Deal,” he chuckles, his hands sliding up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing gently along your jawline. He leans in again, and this time, the kiss is softer, slower, carrying a sweetness that makes your knees weak.

chat all i want is to play dress up with this idiot fictional man, BRRAAAHH anyways hbd, dboy<3 i almost forgot to post this whoops lol

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Juno

pairing: glenn powell x f! popstar girlfriend

face card: sabrina carpenter

Before the show, Y/N stood in front of her dressing room mirror, adjusting the final details of her outfit a jaw-dropping red Swarovski crystal corset lingerie ensemble that shimmered under the light. The outfit was daring, perfectly accentuating every curve, with the playful touch of red kiss lips embroidered on the back of her bottom, a detail she knew would drive Glenn wild. She turned slightly, admiring her reflection, before glancing over her shoulder at him.

Glenn was leaning against the doorframe, his hair tousled from their recent make-out session. He had that lazy, love struck grin on his face, but as soon as she gave him a little twirl, showing off the full outfit, his expression shifted. His eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. It was like all the air had been knocked out of him.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he muttered, blinking slowly as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re…wow.”

Her lips curved into a teasing smile as she sauntered over to him, running her fingers through his already-messy hair. “You like it?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

“Like it? I think I need a minute to recover,” he chuckled, pulling her close for another kiss, his hand resting on the small of her back. “You’re gonna kill me out there tonight.”

She laughed softly, savoring the warmth of his lips against hers before gently pulling back. “Lucky for you, I’m all yours after the show,” she whispered.

He groaned playfully but leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her lips once more. “You’re gonna be amazing, as always.”

“Thanks, babe,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning to grab her mic. “I’ll see you in the pit.”

With one last smile, Glenn wished her luck and reluctantly left the dressing room, his heart still racing from the sight of her. As he made his way down to the pit to watch her performance, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to focus on the excitement of the show. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her, knowing exactly what was coming when she stepped out on stage in that stunning outfit.

When the lights dimmed and the music started, Glenn stood there, front and center, mesmerized by her every move. He couldn’t wait to see her shine, and tonight, she was about to give him and the entire crowd a show they’d never forget.

Y/N was having the time of her life on stage, her voice effortlessly hitting every note as she performed “Juno” in front of a sold-out crowd. The energy was electric, the fans hanging onto every word she sang. But one fan, in particular, stood out. Glenn Powell was right there in the pit, smiling ear to ear, and singing along with Y/N’s best friend. They had been together for almost a year now, and though Glenn wasn’t usually the type to get caught up in the spotlight, he loved supporting her every chance he got. Tonight was no different. He knew every lyric, every beat, and the way Y/N’s eyes sparkled as she commanded the stage.

As she transitioned into the bridge, Y/N’s gaze landed on Glenn, her smile widening as she leaned into the mic. “Oh, I hear you knocking, Glenny! Come on up!” she teased, her voice playful, and the crowd went wild. Glenn, caught in the moment, could only shake his head and laugh, waving his hands in surrender.

And then it came the line. The one that always made Glenn’s heart race. “Have you ever tried this one?” Y/N purred into the microphone, her body moving sensually to the rhythm. In a bold move, she shifted into a reverse cowgirl position, her silhouette accentuated by the stage lights. Glenn’s jaw practically dropped as he watched her in complete awe, mesmerized by her confidence and beauty. The fans screamed louder, but to him, it was as if they were the only two people in the room.

His heart swelled with pride and love. This woman, the one owning the stage and captivating thousands, was his.

After the final song, Y/N bounded off the stage, her adrenaline still buzzing as she made her way backstage. The moment she spotted Glenn, her eyes lit up, and she ran toward him, leaping into his arms. He caught her effortlessly, wrapping his arms around her as she kissed him, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. She pulled back just slightly, her forehead resting against his, their breaths mingling.

“You were incredible,” Glenn whispered, his hands cupping her face gently.

“I saw you out there,” Y/N teased, her smile mischievous. “Singing along like my biggest fan.”

“I am your biggest fan,” Glenn grinned, kissing her again. “You were on fire tonight.”

Y/N’s best friend wandered by, clapping Glenn on the shoulder with a knowing smirk. “You two are disgustingly cute, just so you know.”

“Thanks,” Y/N laughed, still wrapped up in Glenn’s embrace. “Now, who’s hungry?”

The answer was unanimous, and soon enough, they found themselves sprawled out on the floor of her tour bus, a giant pizza box open between them. Y/N was still glowing from the show, her makeup slightly smudged, but Glenn thought she had never looked more beautiful. They ate slice after slice, laughing and talking about the night.

“What was your favorite part?” Y/N asked, propping her head on her hand as she looked at him, genuinely curious.

Glenn smiled, shaking his head in awe. “Every part where you smiled at me. But… the ‘have you ever tried this one’ part?” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “You know what you were doing.”

Y/N blushed, playfully nudging him. “Maybe. Did it work?”

“Oh, it worked,” he said, pulling her closer. “You always leave me speechless.”

They continued chatting, Y/N hanging on every word as Glenn described which moments stood out to him. As the night went on, they stayed there on the floor, the pizza almost gone and their hearts full. Glenn was still mesmerized by her on stage, off stage, in every moment in between. She was everything he could ever want.

And as they sat there, laughing, eating pizza, and enjoying the simplicity of being together, it hit him all over again just how lucky he was to have her in his life.

this video is the position but imagine her in the red outfit

[ordinary-barbie]

just might put my glasses on when i pursue you.

rafe cameron x black fem!reader

summary: Rafe has to get reading glasses, but you're not complaining.

tags: language, pet names, glasses kink, teasing, cum on glasses, cowgirl position, cunnilingus (fem!receiving), established relationship

note: title from "Scoop" by Young Thug lol. Feeling blocked creatively rn so I just banged out a lil smut piece haha

18+ only…minors DNI.

When Rafe said he had a surprise for you when you came home from work, you were excited—and this was better than anything else you could've expected.

Your boyfriend stood in front of you in his work clothes, looking handsome as usual, with one exception: the black reading glasses with curved frames perched on his nose.

"You got your glasses!" you squealed.

Rafe worked so hard—bless him—and his eyes were starting to strain from looking at the computer all day. You'd successfully badgered him into visiting the eye doctor, and the optometrist told him he needed reading glasses. At first, Rafe bristled at the news, always priding himself on his 20/20 vision, but he eventually conceded and told you he would get his glasses sometime this week.

Rafe rubbed the back of his head bashfully. "Yeah. They're okay, I guess," he muttered. "Tried on practically the whole fucking store before I found something decent."

You never considered the possibility of a glasses kink before, but seeing Rafe in his specs was definitely doing something to you. He just looked so...academic. And combined with his business ensemble? He was so hot, you could hardly stand it.

"What? Is there something on my face?" Rafe joked, raising an eyebrow.

You bit your lip, suddenly shy. "Nah, I just—I really like those glasses on you."

"Yeah?" Rafe was smirking now, his voice dripping with a satisfied smugness. "Does me wearing glasses make you wet or something?"

"Rafe!" you groaned, feeling your face grow hot.

Rafe chuckled, backing you against the wall and leaning into you. "You don't have to lie to me, sweetheart," he purred into your ear, the deep timber of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "I know you're horny right now. Do these glasses make you wanna fuck me?"

You whimpered, squeezing your thighs together.

Rafe kissed the spot right below your ear, the one that made you feral. "Words, baby," he reminded you.

"Please, Rafe, I need you," you whined. "But—can you keep the glasses on?"

Rafe chuckled darkly. "Whatever you want, princess."

-

You rode Rafe cowgirl style, needing to stare into his bespectaled eyes. Fuck, he looked like a sexy nerd right now, especially since he hadn't changed out of his work clothes (per your request). Every thrust was another opportunity to gaze at your boyfriend and admire his new eyewear.

"'m gonna cum, Rafey," you whined, relishing the way his cock was stretching your walls.

"Wait, baby—stop for a minute," Rafe gasped, an idea brewing in his head. You stopped reluctantly and he pulled out, his dick still throbbing.

"Sit on my face," Rafe commanded. "Need your cum all over my glasses."

You gulped. That was honestly one of the hottest things you'd ever heard. You slowly parked down on Rafe's face, moaning with pleasure when he licked and sucked at your aching cunt. Soon, a fire burned bright in your belly and your legs shook as you cummed all over Rafe's face, making sure your slick coated his frames.

Rafe looked up at you, grinning devilishly. "Fuck me, that was hot."

"Told you these glasses were a good idea," you teased, kissing Rafe's forehead.

You made a move to get up, but Rafe flipped you on your back, hovering over you with lustful eyes.

"Oh, we're not finished yet, darling."

[dreamescapeswriting]

Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy ~ SCB

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

PAIRING: Changbin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Non!Idol AU, Established relationships, smut (MINORS DNI), sex at a party together, oral (both m and f receiving) riding, unprotected sex, lots of cute nicknames, dirty talk

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

"Who even wants a fancy dress party at our age?" You grumbled as you brushed off the crumbs that someone had just drunkenly spilt all over your new outfit. It had taken you about four months to find the perfect cowgirl outfit and you were going to be damned if you were going to let some sloppy drunken arsehole ruin it with the food he'd been eating. 

"Apparently your boyfriend's best friend." Felix quipped from beside you, you did your best not to roll your eyes toward the back of your head as you usually would with the mention of your boyfriend's best friend. Wooyoung hadn't always been your go-to "favourite" person in the world and most of his parties almost always ended in someone getting hurt...That someone is your boyfriend who would do anything Wooyoung asked him to do. 

"Wooyoung isn't exactly the most mature so I guess it's to be expected," You winked playfully at Felix. It was always playful figs between you and Wooyoung, he accused you of stealing Changbin from him while you'd accuse him of doing the same thing. There was never any malicious intent behind any of the things you would say about Wooyoung and you and he both knew that.

"You love me though, I mean. You get to look completely stunning as a cowgirl," Wooyoung whispered as he walked behind you and Felix, smirking when he saw you jump a little and struggled not to spill your drink all over the floor.

"Where's your horse anyway? I would have expected Changbin to be glued to your side in this little ensemble." Wooyoung couldn't resist the urge to take in the sight of you and he bit down on his lip as he did so. The two of you had decided to come as a couples outfit, cowboy and cowgirl for the night but everyone had half-expected Changbin to come as the horse you were going to ride. Your outfit wasn't exactly the most revealing thing in the world but it did happen to push your boobs up so much it made them look bigger than they really were and the black dress clung to your body perfectly.

"He hasn't seen me yet, we left separately." You giggled as Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at you, smirking as you shook your head at him. The one thing about Wooyoung was that he was a massive flirt both in front of Changbin and when his friend wasn't around, all in a playful manner of course.

"So, what you're saying is. Right now, you're a free woman?!" He called out before dramatically wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest your hands laid flat against his chest as you giggled trying to push away from him.

"I shall steal you from that mean man Changbin and we shall run off into the sunset together!" He yelled out rather confidently, drawing the attention of some other people that were around you all as you let out a small groan.

"I don't think so." Changbin cried out from the doorway, your eyes landing on him and scanning over the outfit he was wearing. There the man of your dreams stood in an all-black outfit, black jeans followed by a black western yoke with tassels along the arms and the front of his chest. That wasn't the best part though, no, the best part was the black cowboy hat he was sporting which you could have sworn was sending butterflies throughout your whole body.

"My hero," You whimpered sprinting over to your boyfriend and collapsing into his arms as he let out a deep chuckle that you could feel in the side of your face.

"You look great tonight," He practically growled into your ear, his hands wasting no time in running down your sides and grabbing onto your hips as he let out a low groan for you to hear. On many occasions, Changbin had expressed how much he loved your hips, your waist, your breasts...Your everything. There wasn't a single part of your body that Changbin didn't fall in love with every time he saw you, there was something each time.

"You do too," You whimpered feeling your body beginning to heat up at the sudden attention that you were getting from him and he smirked down at you, biting down on his lip a little.

"I know that look," You gasped out as his hands began to run down your sides until they rested on your ass and he grabbed a handful of what was "his". His hands on your body were enough to make your eyes roll back and your legs shake, you were so desperate for him and you didn't care who saw. His hands continued to grab onto your ass, softly rubbing against the skin under your dress until it finally stopped and you instantly knew why,

"Changbin..." You trailed off, realising he knew you weren't wearing any underwear under the cowgirl dress and his hands were suddenly pulling you tighter against him.

"We're going to dance," Changbin told Felix and Wooyoung who both shrugged and went back to talking among themselves but as soon as Changbin took your hand in his you knew you weren't going to dance.

"You've been naughty." He suddenly told you as he tightened his grip on your hand, dragging you through the crowded living space and toward the stairs that led up to Wooyoung's bedrooms.

"We're not in our own home," You reminded him as you eyed him up suspiciously as he continued to pull you in the direction of one of the many guest rooms inside of Wooyoungs house. It wasn't the first time the two of you had fooled around here and you were almost sure it wasn't going to be the last.

"I don't care," He smirked as he pushed you into one of the rooms before shutting and locking the door behind himself. The moment the door was locked his hands found your hips and you were being pushed against one of the walls, your eyes locking onto Changbin's for the first time since the kitchen and you noticed how dark they were.

"Fuck, you're so hot when you're like this." You breathed out before running your hands over his cheeks and bringing him into a desperate kiss. Your hands began to desperately touch and grab at one another, your fingers taking off the hat he was wearing and throwing it somewhere in the room,

"How about we save a horse and you ride a cowboy?" Changbin chuckled darkly at you as you felt your whole body aflame, whimpering a little as you stared up at him your heart racing against your chest as you nodded your head.

"I'd love to." Before you could move Changbin was pushing you onto the edge of the bed, lifting your feet up to sit on the edge as he smirked down at you.

"What a meal," He growled before sinking onto his knees in front of you., his head buried between your thighs as he began eating you out like a man starved. Your hands slapped against his shoulder as your back arched away from the bed, you couldn't remember the last time Changbin had eaten you out like this. His fingers were already pulsing inside of you at a rapid rate and your cunt was tightening around him with each thrust making your head spin.

"Changbin!" You cried out as you hit his shoulder again, your eyes squeezing shut as you began to feel yourself losing focus on him as you gave in to the feeling.

"Fuck, you always taste so fucking good," He growled as he swirled his tongue around your clit, looking up at you as you moaned his name out again,

"S-Seo Changbin, we have to be quick and quiet." You moaned out, your fingers beginning to claw at the shirt he was wearing. If anyone found out that the two of you were fucking upstairs you'd never hear the end of it but it felt too good to stop and be quick. You wanted him and you wanted him all night long if he could handle it.

"I love when you say my name like that." He moaned out against your clit making your head spin as you rolled it back against the sheets.

"Cum for me baby," He groaned out as he thrust his fingers into you, rubbing right against your g-spot as you whimpered a little. Your legs already beginning to wriggle against him as you felt your orgasm building. A few more strokes and you were going to cum you could already feel it. Without warning you grabbed him by his hair, pulling him even closer to your cunt as he began to suck on your clit. Your back arched away from the bed as you did your best to muffle the sound of your screams. 

"Good girl," He moaned out against you as your body relaxed against the sheets, your whole body spasming as he looked down at you with a proud look on his face. Changbin took great pride in being able to make you cum and in fact, he'd been getting rather cocky with his actions as of late.

"You're so cocky but we both know I make you cum faster," You quipped at him, getting up onto your feet - albeit a little shakey - but you pushed him down onto the same spot you'd been previously laying and smirked at him. You began to pull him free from his pants before taking his cock in your hand and beginning to pump him delicately.

"Fuck," He hisses out as you slowly began to pump him in your hand, slowly leaning down and running your tongue along the head of his cock making his balls tighten. As soon as his hips bucked a little you took him deep into your throat, looking up at him as he groaned and moaned your name out. He let his head roll back giving into the way your mouth felt so warm and wet around him and he let out a groan.

"D-Don't stop." He hisses out as you began to suck on the tip of his cock harshly while pumping the rest of his cock hard with your hand and humming around him. The pleasure continued to build and Changbin could have sworn his eyes were going to roll to the back of his head but it wasn't until you took him to the back of your throat again that he was pushing you off.

  "R-Ride me," He begged, scooting back on the bed as he moved to the headboard and lay his head down on the pillows you let out a giggle at the sight of him.

"My stuttering cowboy," You smirked, kneeling above him as you lined the head of his dick up with your cunt, looking him in the eyes before slowly - torturing slow - sinking down onto him taking him in by an inexorable inch.

"Jesus, it's like you were made for me." He groaned out as his hands landed on your waist, your eyes finding his as you let out a low moan.

"C-Changbin," You moaned out as you leaned down to kiss him, tightening around him as you felt him hitting deeper than before. You breathe into each other's mouths as he continues to push up into you, hitting deeper each time. Every inch made it feel as though he was rearranging your guts and you could barely take it as you clawed onto his shirt.

"Yn," He chokes out as he looks at you, your hips stuttering before you began to find a rhythm. As soon as you did you began to rock back and forth against him, one hand gripping onto his chest while the other used the headboard to steady yourself.

"Oh fuck, you just have to take all of me. You're a little fucking show off," He grunted as he looked up at you, your hips wiggling a little as you pulled up and down on him.

"Oh my god," You moaned out as your nails sink into his chest, rolling your head back as you began to rock back and forth on him,

"You feel so fucking good, Yn. Such a perfect pussy," He moaned out as he lifted his hips up meeting yours as you let out a small squeal.

"Changbin," You whispered as you carefully began to get onto your feet while keeping him inside, squatting down against him and holding back your screams. His head fell back against the sheets as he looked up at you, you looked angelic the way you were riding him and he could already feel his balls tightening at the sight of you.

"You're fucking incredible." His eyes began to roll to the back of his head as you gripped him tight, your ass slapping off his hips as you continued to fuck yourself.

"You're so big," You moaned out looking down at him as you continued to let yourself sink down on him,

"You can take it though baby, You take it so fucking well," He moaned out as he looked at you. With the sound of your skin slapping against his he knew he was getting closer,

"Jesus," He groaned out as he reaches up and rips the top of the dress open exposing your chest to him as he began to play with your tits. One hand was on your nipples as he pulled and twisted on one while the other hand snaked between your legs and began to rub your swollen clit. 

"Will you cum for me, Un?" He pleaded with you, looking at you as your hips stuttered ever so slightly.

"C-Changbin," You cried out as you felt yourself tightening around him and your orgasm building higher and higher,

"I want to feel you cum for me," He growled out as he began to buck himself against you, you tightened and he smirked at you knowing exactly what was going to come next.

"Whose girl are you baby?" Your eyes landed on him as you let out a small whine of his name.

"Yours! Yours!"

"That's right, you're all fucking mine." He growled out as he began to buck against your roughly. Your movements began to get sloppy as you roughly slammed yourself down against him harder and harder. Your body began to shake and he snaked his arms around your waist, sinking you down on him as you cum around him. 

"Changbin! Oh, fuck, Changbin!" That was all he needed for his balls to tighten and he exploded inside of you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you collapsed onto him panting heavily.

"That..." You started off as you tried to catch your breath,

"Was fucking incredible." You finished before letting out a tidy giggle and slowly pulling off of your boyfriend, laying down on the space beside him as he spooned you from behind.

"You are," He whispered before placing a small kiss on your lower ear and chuckling a little as you let out a small whine.

"Think we can stay here all night and sneak out in the morning? I'm too tired," You mumbled as you cuddled into the sheets, letting your eyes flutter shut and not even hearing Changbin's response.

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"Happy Campers" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: When Steve and Reader are having a hard time picking out Halloween costumes, they find their old Girl/Boy Scouts uniforms in the back of the closet, hoping to use them for the party. However, the outfits just a little shorter than they remembered.

Pairing: Husband!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1,721

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, cowgirl activities, nicknames (princess), explicit language, this will taint how you see the Girl Scouts

Extra Notes: thank you to @dungeons-are-too-cold for this idea! i love you 🫶🏻

Originally Written: 10/23/2023 through 10/25/2023

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It was a week to Halloween and still, you and Steve just couldn't decide on your costumes.

Every idea you threw at him, he hated, and every idea he tossed your way just wasn't good enough in your eyes. It was your first costume party as a married couple after all, and you were determined to make it the most memorable one yet.

Steve continued holding out random pieces of clothing from your closet, spewing out random ideas that each article reminded him of. "What about the Smurfs?" he asked, holding up one of your white sweaters.

You simply cocked an eyebrow at him, as if to reply, Seriously?

"Okay, maybe that one is a bad idea," he grumbled as he placed it back in the closet. Steve swiped through a few more items, landing again on a skirt this time. "Ooh, what about Ken and Barbie?"

Your head shook in disapproval. "Everyone always goes as Ken and Barbie. Besides, you'd look very silly with blond hair." You giggled at the thought of his gorgeous tufts painted blond for a night.

He grumbled again, under his breath this time, hanging up the umpteenth article of clothing. He sifted through a couple more hangers, getting inevitably closer to the back of your wardrobe. However, you didn't realize just how far back into your wardrobe he'd gone until he held up the next item.

"A-ha," he said, a teasing tone in the word. "You don't suppose you have a box of thin mints lying around, do you?"

A strange sense of nostalgia came over you as he lifted the old Girl Scouts uniform, the familiar shade of green bringing back a whole wave of memories. "I forgot I even had this!" you exclaimed, taking it from him. "I wonder if it still fits."

Steve couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. "Curious minds think alike."

Your raised brow from earlier returned, a look of sarcasm taking over all your features.

"Hey, you know what? I think my Boy Scouts uniform is the storage closet. Why don't we try these bad boys on and see if they could work for our costumes this year?"

You snickered, holding the ensemble up in front of you. "I doubt this fits suitably enough to be seen by the general public, but hey, you'll never know if you don't try."

And with that, he was heading down the hall for his own uniform, leaving you to squeeze into the fabric you hadn't touched since you were about fourteen.

You must've hit a growth spurt, you reckoned, because looking yourself over in the mirror, you realized that the outfit did its worst to decently cover you up. The skirt that used to hit just above your knees now barely covered your ass and the button-up that previously hid what little curves you had in middle school now had your tits all but spilling out of it.

"Damn, give a guy a warning next time," Steve chuckled behind you from the doorway.

You turned to face him, met with the sight of his uniform fitting just right. Sure, his shorts were tighter around his thighs than they would've been a few years ago, and the socks were closer to crew length than knee length. But for the most part, he looked okay. It was you who was left looking like a badge-covered slut. "How come you look normal?"

"You forget that Beverly kept me in that shit until they practically kicked me out," he chuckled, walking closer to you. "Enough about me and my mom. We should be talking about you." His lips inched closer to your ear, hot breath fanning around you. "How goddamn pretty you look in that skirt."

The words sent a shiver up your spine, despite how many times Steve reminded you that you were the prettiest girl on the planet. Still, you found a way to joke, "Are you sure that's appropriate talk for a Scout?"

He snickered, the sound warming you from the inside out. "You would've hated to have known me in my Scouts days," he laughed. Steve's hands moved to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. His growing erection was evident as your bodies met, nearly bringing a blush to your cheeks. "God, I bet you had the best cookies in your whole troop."

"No, but…" the word lingered as one of your hands inched between your bodies. His mouth fell open in some mix of shock and pleasure as you grabbed his cock through the shorts, a teasing smile on your lips. "I was the first to get my camping badge because of how fast I could pitch a tent."

Steve leaned forward, leaving a ghost of a kiss where your shoulder and neck met, eliciting a desperate breath from you. "Why don't you show me then, princess?"

In an instant, your lips were on his, both of you fighting with the buttons of his shirt. You finally finished with his buttons as his knees hit the bed, prompting him to sit as you ripped the material off of him.

"By the way," he said in between kisses, "I don't want you to remove anything except those pretty panties of yours."

"Just between us," you started, moving away from him. You bent down in front of him, showing off your bare ass, before turning back to face him and pulling up your skirt. Sliding a hand down the front of your body, you slipped a finger between your folds, teasing both yourself and Steve. "I wasn't wearing any panties," you finished your statement from before, your finger dipping inside your aching hole.

Steve's hand jutted out to grab your wrist, stopping your ministrations. "Hey, no one gets badges without teamwork," he reminded you, pulling you back toward him.

His lips were back on you, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck while you worked at the fastening of his shorts. He lifted his hips just long enough to help you shove his shorts and underwear off, the fabric hitting the floor with a soft noise that was barely heard over your heavy breaths.

Whines and moans floated out of your mouth and into Steve's as he lifted you onto the bed with him. One of his hands moved between your bodies, wrapping it around his cock and sliding the tip through your folds.

"Steve," you sighed, winding your hips against him, "please."

"Please what?" he asked, his dick still barely touching you, "I need to hear the words, princess."

"Need your cock, please," you practically begged, hips rutting once again.

Without another word, he was slipping inside your dripping core, already throbbing inside you. He let out a string of expletives as you slowly rocked up and down, beginning to create that perfect pace you both loved so much.

Desperate moans filled the air as you started to ride him, his hands roaming every inch of you. "God, you look so fucking pretty right now," he said, eyes raking up and down your form.

"You're not so bad yourself, camper," you managed to laugh. The sentence was cut off by a needy mewl as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, your veins burning with pleasure as he hit it again.

Absolutely filthy noises filled the air of the bedroom as your bodies rocked together. The smell of sweat and sex was prominent, skin slapping against skin as you both searched for any form of reprieve.

A hand slipped under the material of your fanned-out skirt, the pad of his thumb quickly finding your clit. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, pistoning his hips hard enough to have you thinking about the bruises he was most likely leaving.

Your walls clenched around him, pulling him impossibly further into you, the stretch of him a feeling you couldn't get enough of. Steve's opposite hand gripped the supple skin of your hip, guiding you in the rhythm he craved.

Lips were on lips as you both searched for release, your hands gripping his shoulders as yours inched closer. Crescent moon shapes were surely being left in your wake, holding on to Steve for dear life as your climax approached.

"Is now a- oh, fuck, princess- a bad time to make a milk and cookies joke?" The words came out as grunts as you bounced up and down on him, pre-cum surely coating your walls.

Somehow, you giggled through your own string of expletives as you sought out your high, his balls slapping you with every movement. He twitched inside you, and the movement had you on the brink of cumming. "Steve, I'm gonna- oh."

The digit between your legs teased and rubbed your clit at the perfect speed, and it was just enough to send you over the edge. His name was falling from your tongue like a prayer, reminding him of just who made you feel that good.

A few more pumps of his hips and his seed was spilling inside you, both of you desperate and whiny as you rode out your highs. His fingers held tight to your waist as he helped you slow your erratic rhythm, purple spots surely forming under his fingertips.

Hot breaths fanned across his chest as you fell limp on top of him, deep breaths filling your ears as he came down from his wave of euphoria. A soft kiss met your sweat-sticky hair, his previous grip on you being replaced by the gentle touch of his fingertips grazing nonsensical shapes down your spine.

You were the first to break the silence, the words coming out puffy. "Well, Stevie, you have made me a very happy camper."

He chuckled, slapping your ass with what little strength he had left. "Well, in case I haven't made it clear, you aren't wearing this to the party."

Your mouth flew open in fake surprise. "No! Everyone deserves to see us in these outfits."

"The only tent I want you pitching is mine," he all but demanded, pulling you up for a long kiss, lips still swollen from your previous activities.

"As long as you promise not to buy any other girl's cookies," you smirked.

He snickered, your heart flipping at the sound. "I think I'll take you up on that offer, princess."

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[telekineticseance]

REUNION

kinktober day twenty-four: cross dressing

pairing: matt stone x f!reader

summary: you go to a little high school reunion where you see an old high school crush

genre: smut

word count: 1701

cw: unprotected sex, p in v, cowgirl position (woohoo!)

author's note: i know it's november but here we are! also this is based off the thing i read where matt and trey used to go to parties in women's clothing soooooo

You dreaded the idea of actually attending a party with people from high school but your friend insisted. It was like an unofficial reunion of sorts and everyone that graduated in your year would be there, well mostly everyone because obviously there’d be some that wouldn’t show.

You looked at the house in front of you, debating on just turning around and going home for the last 5 minutes as you watched people go in and out, almost like it was a cliched high school party which took you by surprise since you figured people would’ve matured a little since high school.

One last look at the house, you finally dragged yourself out the car and up the steps before walking in. You looked around at the large crowd trying to find your friends but realized it was almost hopeless with the crowd. Knew you should’ve carpooled.

You took a deep breath before starting to walk around, keeping an eye out for your friends.

“Shit I’m so sorry,” A tall figure spoke as you felt the cold liquid of a drink spill on you. You let out a gasp looking up at the figure before realizing who it was. Matt Stone. You had a crush on him throughout high school but never actually spoke to him other than the occasional help with math work he’d offer you. And did he look even better now than he did before.

“Oh no it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” You shrugged at him, looking down at the liquid you couldn’t really see on the dress. “Besides you can’t see it.”

He let out a small sigh of relief while looking down at you, “It’s Y/N? Right?”

Your eyes widened slightly, “Um yeah that’s me. And you’re Matt.”

He chuckled slightly looking down, “I am Matt. I think we had a couple math classes together?” You gave him a nod in response, noticing his outfit as you looked him up and down. He wore a crop top with low waisted jeans, and had waist chains. Normal girl fashion of the time which made you raise an eyebrow before he started chuckling once he noticed you were looking.

“Oh it’s something me and my friend do in LA. We like to dress more feminine to make people upset. Decided to try it here as well.” He pointed in a direction to reveal a guy in similar height who had bleached hair and his own feminine ensemble on.

You gave a nod, you kind of liked the look on him. You looked at the way his waist curved and the happy trail that ran down the lower abdomen before being concealed by the pants that rested just below his hips. He looked good. Really good.

Matt noticed you were looking and cleared his throat which brought your attention back to his gaze as you blushed lightly and nervously laughed, “Sorry. Just don’t usually see that. Not that it’s a bad thing of course. You really pull it off.”

He grinned back at you, almost forming into a smirk as his eyes scanned your own body. He let his eyes return to your eyes before speaking again, “So…are you seeing anyone?”

The question caused your eyes to widen slightly, was he seriously hitting on you? No it was just a question right? You shook your head in response, “Uh no not right now. Are you?”

He chuckled lightly, “No I’m not. City girls are..different. Hard to find the right one I suppose.” He continued to let his eyes roam you as he spoke, sending chills throughout your spine.

You gave a nod, feeling nervous around him which was nothing really new. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter to talk?” His voice rang through the crowd, which was almost like you had forgotten about the room of people surrounding you. 

“Yeah that sounds great,” He started walking through the house as you followed before he whispered something to his friend who glanced at you before nodding. You followed Matt up the stairs and walked throughout the hallway, opening random doors and seeing people from high school already try hooking up with one another before the two of you finally reached an empty room.

You laughed lightly when you reached the room, “I’m shocked people are treating this party like we’re in school all over again.” You turned your gaze back to him, “So how’s Hollywood been treating Matt Stone?”

Your eyes scanned him another time as he chuckled from your question, giving you a shrug, “Good? I guess. Finally moved out of the shitty studio I lived in with Trey. Still can’t afford our own place but now we have two bedrooms. I think we’re doing another movie though. Big Hollywood one, you should check it out when it comes out.”

“I might. Tell people that I know that guy on the screen.” You giggled lightly as you moved over to the bed in the middle of the room, sitting on it as you looked over at him, “Do you know what the movie’s about?”

He shrugged, “Horse? Like that basketball game? I mean that’s pretty much what it’s about anyways.”

You gave a small nod in response, listening to him as he explained the plot of the movie. He also told you what it was like making a show for tv and how different LA was compared to living in Colorado. He sat down next to you as the two of you talked, catching up on the years even though the two of you hardly talked in school.

He grinned down at you as the two of you exchanged glances before you looked down at his attire once more, “So why the outfit? I know you said why but why?”

He chuckled, “It kind of just started as a joke I guess? We would wear clothes as if we’re cross dressing just to see if it would piss people off. It does, obviously for some reason. Normally we pull out wigs and stuff but we toned it down because we’re just here.”

You nodded while looking at him, while he was right, most people would be offended by something like this, he made it work. And it really made you more attracted to him than before, if that were even possible. You looked up to his eyes and noticed they were lingering on your thighs, your dress had slipped up revealing more of your legs than it was originally.

You bit your bottom lip, scooting closer to him as you looked up at him, letting his eyes catch yours. “You know, if I’m being honest I had a huge crush on you in high school.”

He gave you a small smile, moving closer to you, “Really?” You nodded in response as he moved his hand up, moving a strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you.

“Do you still…feel that way?”

You gave him a small nod, feeling the air around you two grow thick as he leaned closer, his breath against your lips, “Would you be okay with me kissing you?”

You didn’t give him a response, instead you just put your lips to his, feeling his hand move to the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer, the two of you intertwined your tongues with one another as you kissed.

He leaned back against the bed as you climbed onto his lap, allowing the tension between you two to heat up. His hands moved to the bottom of your skirt, lifting it above your ass as his hand gripped your hips.

Your hands moved down his stomach, the cold metal of the chain grazing against your finger tips before you reached the waistline of his jeans, unbuttoning them before tugging at them, watching as his cock hit his bare stomach.

“No underwear?”

He gave you a shrug, while looking down at you. You wrapped your hand around his length, running your hand along it. He bit his bottom lip as you moved your hand, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. His hand moved to your underwear, applying pressure to your already throbbing clit as he started rubbing you through your panties causing you to gasp under his touch.

You lifted yourself off, shifting yourself on the bed as you pulled off your panties before hovering yourself over Matt. His eyes watched you closely as you lowered yourself down on him, watching as he leaned his head back against the pillows beneath him, closing his eyes. His lips parted as gasps escaped as you started bouncing on his cock, your hands resting on his chest.

Moans escaped from the two of you as you continued rocking your hips, clutching the pink fabric of his shirt. Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, watching his length enter you as he thrusted his hips up, sending chills throughout your body.

“M’fuck,” Matt groaned out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you moved, throwing your head back. His hands moved under your hiked up dress, massaging your breasts as you felt the heat start to grow in the pit of your stomach.

“I-I’m so close,” You squeaked out as your grip tightened, practically ripping the clothes from his torso.

You let out a few more breathy gasps before the pressure built up, feeling his grip on your breasts increase as you let out a moan, reaching your orgasm as you flexed your walls around his cock while you did so.

His eyes watched as you cum, a groan coming from his mouth as he did before you pulled off him, stroking your hand along his length once more. He bucked against your hand as you watched the cum spill from the tip, his moans getting more feminine as he came into your hand, his breathing heavy.

You almost fell next to him as you laid on the bed, catching your breath from the two of you. His eyes looked over to you before he gave you a small grin, “I’ll be in town for the rest of the week if you’re free.”

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Was it the most inventive and interesting costume at the Halloween party? No. But you had put just as much thought into this outfit as you had with past year’s characters.

A lot of effort had gone toward being the sexiest cowgirl possible. It felt like you had visited every online costume store that the internet had to offer - needing something skimpy, but not too simple, an ensemble that you could feel fashionable in, rather than embarrassed. You had planned out every detail.

But it was all worth it because you had gotten the attention of the one person that you wanted to impress - Thomas.

It had been three months of you being in a friends with benefits arrangement with the guitarist. Securing his attention and keeping his interest felt like a need. It didn’t matter how much time you spent together, you were always craving him.

Everyone else at Ethan’s party felt like a distraction, Thomas approaching you was when your night truly began. He hadn’t gone for a scary costume either. Instead he was wearing a construction workers’ neon orange vest and a pair of baggy jeans. The makeup was the hero of the look, bold, black and covering so much of his face, almost like a mask. Its appearance made you want to laugh as he crossed the room over to you.

“Hey honey.” He said, standing next to you. But he didn’t get too close, not touching you. The fact that you were sleeping with each other was being kept secret, you had both agreed that was the best way to play this, for now.

Even though you knew he wasn’t about to kiss or show you any affection, your heart still fluttered at having him so close. It was all that potential, what you knew just being in his company could lead to.

“Am I the dream guest for your podcast?” You joked in reference to his costume.

“Hell yeah, doll. You will be perfect to help me spice things up.” He said, knowing exactly what you were talking about. He looked amused and you hoped he hadn’t already heard that quote too many times tonight - you wanted him to think you stood out from the crowd.

“Now I know why you wouldn’t tell me what your costume is. Because if I could have, I definitely would have kept you from dressing as Jojo Siwa.” You teased.

“Oh, because she’s a better dancer than me and I couldn’t pull it off?” He assumed.

“No, because she could never dance as well as you.” You said, the flattery made him smile.

His eyes began to move down the front of your body, his attention unwavering despite all of the activity in this room. You had already seen him looking at you and your costume a couple of times tonight, his eyes seeking you out amongst the other party-goers. But now he was getting a proper look and he seemed to be savouring it.

“You look amazing.” He said, yet to bring his gaze back up to your face. You considered that he could be trying to count every black patch of your leotard’s cow print.

“Yeah, you like it?” You asked, giving the matching hat a little adjustment.

He stepped in a little closer and lowered his voice. “I love it, doll. You know how into the whole country and western aesthetic I am. And the way you’re doing it is setting a new fuckin’ standard, it’s never looked so good.”

You could feel how flushed your cheeks had become and you were smiling widely at him. “You’re very sweet, thank you.”

He licked his lips, now close enough that you could smell his combination of cologne and cigarettes. “Do you want to know which part is my favourite?”

“Yes, please.” You said and your voice didn’t have the same conversational tone that you had used when talking with your other friends tonight.

“Your lasso.” He said, brushing his fingers against where the prop rope was attached to your belt. “That’s a nice detail.”

“I’m glad you like it.” You said.

With enough concentration, you could see past the bizarre makeup that surrounded both of his eyes, seeing the actual expression here. There was a sparkle in the warm hazel, something you had seen in the past when he was behaving cheekily. That was the look that he got when he was going to steer a regular conversation into innuendo.

“Can I?” He asked, even though he was already taking the prop off of your belt.

Now he stopped looking at you, concentrating on what he was doing as he unwound the rope. You didn’t know what he was about to do, but he had your full attention.

“When we’ve been in America, I have gotten the chance to hang out with real cowboys- people who own farms, have ridden a horse in the past twenty-four hours type. And I guess they like my enthusiasm because they’re always really nice to me, they’ve even taught me a few things.” He said as he created a loose loop with the rope.

“Like how to ride a mechanical bull.” You said. He had been quite proud to show you that footage, it was a skill he liked to surprise people with.

He threaded the tail of the rope through the knot he had just made. “Right. Probably they just like the way a tourist’s mind can be blown by what is so normal to them.” He secured the large loop with another knot. “One of the other things they’ve shown me is how to make and throw a proper, functioning lasso.

“It’s pretty much useless for me to know, ‘cause when am I ever around animals that need to be wrangled?” He said with a little laugh. You were enjoying watching his hands work, you knew how skilled his fingers were, memories tickling you at their movements. “But it’s a cool party trick.”

“Definitely, I had no idea you were so good with ropes.” You said, blushing when he looked at you. Neither of you had to say anything suggestive to change the tone of your comment, the suggestion was already there.

He smirked. “Pet, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

He started to show you a trick, getting the rope and its loop into motion. He held the length slack and got the loop parallel to the floor, then with a working of his wrist, he got the lasso to twirl in the air.

“That’s so cool. Will you teach me some of your tricks?” You asked.

“Let me show you the best one.” He said and he started to lift his hand above his head.

He held the lasso at the end of the shank and twisted his wrist in a continuous movement. The loop swung and twirled off to the side of his head, not touching his hair. He could maintain this smooth momentum, even as he took some careful steps back from you.

“Can you take your hat off for me?” He asked and you did it immediately, holding the wide-brimmed hat in front of your chest.

You were smiling at him, already so impressed. You were confident that he could do this, then what would he do once you were captured by his rope? He got a little further away, giving the lasso some quick glances, but mostly looking at you.

Then his stance changed, it seemed like he wasn’t going to put any more distance between you. He got his feet planted firmly, at shoulders’ width. You tried to not move and you could tell he was visualising his throw.

“Thomas Raggi!” Ethan’s loud voice suddenly halted everything. “You are not about to start throwing rope around inside of my home.”

Thomas let the rope go limp but he didn’t give it back to you. “What, why not? I haven’t knocked anything. I know what I’m doing, I can do it safely.”

Ethan was dressed as Beetlejuice, but he found a way to look very serious as he came over. “No way, you’ll bump a glass out of someone’s hand or you’ll hit something breakable. There’s a whole yard out there, take it outside.”

“Yes, mother.” Thomas sarcastically replied. He started to gather up the rope and he made a gesture for you to accompany him, which you were more than happy to do. “We’ll play outside where we can’t break your favourite vase.”

“You better.” Ethan warned, playing along now. “Or you’re gonna find out just how much of a bitch karma can be.”

Thomas laughed this off as he started toward the backdoor. You kept up with him, not paying much attention to the other party-goers as you passed them.

There were a couple of groups hanging out on the veranda. But you and Thomas were the only ones to walk down the stairs, onto the grass. It was a little more alone with him than you had been before.

“You’re gonna lasso me, right?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s my plan and it was going to be all cool and sexy before we got interrupted.”

You gave him a very quick kiss on his cheek as you both stopped walking, out of earshot of anyone else. “It’s still going to be sexy.”

He smiled and he started to straighten the rope, the lasso was still secured. You took some more steps ahead of him, putting about a metre between you. You turned to face him, your hat held at your side.

He raised the hand holding the rope above his head. He looked up as he began to swing the lasso, checking his technique as he picked up speed.

When he looked back at you, you could see how hard he was concentrating. You hadn’t planned for this, but it felt nice to have so much of his focus on you. It only added to the whole experience that you found his concentrating face so sexy (despite the purposefully ridiculous makeup).

He waited for the right moment and briefly released the rope, letting the loop glide through the air toward you. He had judged the momentum correctly and the lasso fell over you. Your head and shoulders passed through his loop, before the rope rested around your chest.

You looked up, grinning as he pulled the length of the rope taut. “Are you serious? You made that look so easy.” He wore a bashful kind of smile as he started to gather the rope up, forcing you to step toward him. “That’s so cool.”

“It just takes practice.” He said, continuing to bring you closer. “And with enough of it, even someone as uncoordinated as me can do something kinda impressive.”

You only had eyes for him as he guided you across the distance between you. Your heartbeat was more noticeable in your chest and your mind was quite quickly getting populated with ideas. You were still smiling widely as you stepped into the space directly in front of him.

Your eyes went to his lips (how long had it been since you had tasted them?). Then your interest went to his hands, watching how his fingers manipulated the rope.

“I’m a big fan of that trick.” You said.

He took the hat out of your hands so that he could return it to your head. “Then it was worth learning just to impress the world’s prettiest cowgirl.”

You licked your lips, forgetting the rest of the party as you kept staring at him. “What if I wanted you to keep me tied up?”

“This wouldn’t be the right rope for that, doll.” He said, his voice low and evoking memories of intimacy. “It’s fine to be part of your costume, I’m not critiquing that. But this type of rope is too abrasive.” He rubbed some of it against your bare skin to help make his point. “It would be okay at first. But then it would start to irritate, and maybe even hurt your skin.” He stopped moving the rope against you and you found the feeling of his fingers on your skin to be immediately superior. “Restraining someone in a way that’s pleasurable and safe takes a special type of bondage rope.”

“I had no idea.” You admitted.

This wasn’t the first time he had been able to best you with his knowledge of all things kink - you doubted it would be the last instance. Before him, you had never experienced the dynamic of a dominant and submissive. He was far more adventurous than any of your past partners, introducing you to so many new things.

But he never teased you over what you didn’t know. Instead of laughing at you, he loved teaching you. He fed your curiosity and you were wonderfully rewarded for each question you brought to him.

“That’s okay. It’s the kind of thing people learn through mistakes, but now you don’t have to make the same one.” He said.

You weren’t making any attempts to free yourself from his lasso. “Where does someone get this special type of rope from?”

“I got most of mine from online stores.” He said. “Would my plaything like to feel the difference for herself?”

Instantly you were nodding your head. “Yes. Yes please, I would love that.”

He licked his lips as he smiled. “Okay, let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t mind leaving the party so soon?” You asked as he began undoing the knots of the lasso.

“Nah, you’re the only person that I really wanted to spend time with tonight anyway.” He replied.

… … …

“You have to take that makeup off, Thomas.” You had delivered this request to him in every possible phrasing, repeating yourself countless times during the drive to his home.

But he still pretended to be surprised to hear it, just to mess with you. “Aren’t you gonna kiss me?”

“Not while that shit is on your face.” You wore a smile even as you protested.

You were leading the way into his home. Thanks to how frequently you visited here, you had the layout completely memorised. It was all so familiar to you that you instantly felt comfortable.

He finished locking the door and rushed to catch up with you. “What if I cover your eyes?” He blocked your vision with one of his hands. “Then you don’t even have to see it.”

You giggled and pushed his arm away. “Not good enough, I would know it’s there and it would distract me. I’m not gonna be able to get truly turned on while you’re looking like a Try Not to Cringe challenge thumbnail.”

He sighed. “Alright, it’s coming off. Just for you, I’m gonna wipe all this off.”

“Thanks.”

“Meet me in the bedroom, baby.” He said and he pressed a fast kiss to your cheek before beginning in a different direction to you. “And don’t get too used to giving me orders.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You said.

You progressed to the master bedroom and went for a lamp that you knew provided flattering lighting. Instead of placing yourself on the unmade bed straight away, you started to remove your costume. You took off your boots and the cow print arm warmers. You created a neat little pile for all of it. But you didn’t remove the hat - it still appealed to you, even if it didn’t perfectly match the lacy lingerie that you wore.

He was in a room too far for you to hear exactly what he was doing, it was all just vague background sounds as you tried to pick the best way to pose for his arrival. You placed your knees on the mattress, sitting up as you watched the doorway that you faced.

When he walked into your sight, you were pleased to see the makeup was gone, so was the overly-bright vest he had been wearing. There were no more distractions. You saw him as just Thomas, which was the sole thing you desired.

“Is it too cheesy if I say something like: giddy up?” You asked.

As he approached the bed, his eyes repeatedly appraised your body in an up-and-down motion. “Here’s the thing about me: I love cheese, calling something cheesy is not a negative to me.” He placed his hands to your hips and you could finally fully enjoy his touch, no longer worrying about who could see.

“Also, you look so fucking good that you can say anything and I’ll think it sounds fantastic.” He said, his hold on you firm as he started to lean in.

You grinned as you linked your arms around his neck. You tilted your head to keep the hat’s brim from getting in the way, and your mouths met.

You melted into the kiss, it was a relief to no longer hold yourself back. He wrapped an arm around you and you arched your back to press yourself firmly against him. Your bare skin met his and the only scent in your nostrils belonged to him.

You tightened your arms around him and started to lean back. You took him with you as you reclined back to the mattress. You kept on kissing him, your lips touched by the moisture of his mouth.

You laid your back flat on the bed and he readjusted to accommodate you. He braced himself with his knees on the bed, his body hovering over yours.

“Mmn, baby…” You moaned, elated by the feeling of his hips pressing into yours.

“You are just so sexy. You’ve done a lot, a lot of great costumes. You’re fantastic at Halloween, you know you are. But this is my favourite.” He said, pausing to give you more kisses. “I absolutely love it, baby.”

You smiled as he started to trail his lips down your neck. “I’m glad you think it’s so great…” You let your fingernails drag across his exposed back. “I wore it to impress you.”

He quickly lifted his head, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. “You did it to- what?” He smiled, it was wide and honest. “Really?”

“Yeah. I had a lot of different ideas, there were some spooky costumes that I thought could be cool- we can go through the Pinterest board I made later, if you want.” You said. “But then I thought that you would like this and I just locked in on the idea.”

“That's so sweet. Are you kidding me? You're so cute, I just-” He seemingly didn't have the words to finish this sentence, so he kissed you instead.

You felt butterflies in your belly as you kissed him back. You felt so valued as his lips lingered on yours.

Your night was concluding in the perfect manner and when you felt him writhing against you, you instantly moved with him. 

“Now it’s definitely my favourite costume you’ve ever worn.” He said, making you giggle. A crinkle formed on the bridge of your nose as the smile on your face endured. “It’s a really sweet gesture.” He brushed the backs of his fingers against your cheek. “So I’m just all on your mind like that?”

“Yeah, it happens a lot.” You admitted, blushing.

“You’re a really good girl.” He said, his expression becoming more serious. Then he snatched the hat from your head and sat up, out of your embrace. He placed the hat on top of his shaggy hair. “Now, are you gonna be a good student while I teach you a thing or two about ropes?”

“I’m ready to learn.” You said.

He got to his feet, walking across the room. You watched his every step as he went to the wardrobe. He slid its door open, then crouched down, going for a lower compartment.

He returned to the mattress with four separate bundles of rope in his hands. He offered these to you and you took a black bundle. “Unwind it, I want you to feel the difference in quality. They’re made from totally different materials.”

You did as instructed, letting the length of rope unfold. But you found your attention wavering when he emptied his hands so he could undo the fly of his jeans. You hardly acknowledged the rope passing between your fingers because you were so focused on the fact that his underwear was black. He pushed the denim down and you saw how the front of the briefs were stretched by his erection.

He simply stepped out of the pants and then picked up one of the rope bundles. “You see, it’s so much softer, right?”

“Not from my point of view.” You said, fixing your eyes on his dick.

He saw where your attention laid and he laughed, before prompting you to look up by putting his fingers underneath your chin. “Come on little slut, it’s time to concentrate.”

You smiled, working your fingers on the rope some more. “It’s definitely smoother, I like how it feels more.”

“Yeah, this is designed to feel comfortable on your skin for, like, hours.” He said, pulling any twists out of the rope. “Do you think you could handle it?”

You handed your rope over to him. “There’s only one way to find out.”

He briefly bent down to kiss you. “Alright, I think that lingerie should come off now. As sexy as it looks, I don’t want it to get in my way later.”

“Sure.” You said, immediately unclasping your bra. You removed these last items then sat back down on his bed, completely exposed for his every whim.

“I need you to tell me the second that it feels like some part of your body might be going numb. We can’t mess with your blood’s circulation, it’s actually super serious.” He said.

You held his gaze as you nodded. “Okay, I’ll take it seriously.”

“Thank you.” He said. “Now, bring your legs up and just fold them in front of your chest, with your feet still on the bed.” You repositioned your legs, but he provided extra guidance by putting a hand on your knee to move it away from the other. “Now, now toy, do you really think I want your legs together?”

You smiled and kept your thighs apart. You felt a little flutter in your pussy as he thoroughly looked you over.

“Much better.” He said. “Is that comfortable for you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Great.” He said and he sat down at your side, the black rope ready between his hands. “I’m gonna start like this.”

He folded the rope in half before beginning a loop around your ankle. Then he wrapped the rope around your thigh too. He gave it a bit of security by feeding the ends through the two strands, pulling and letting you feel the first hints of tension. It excited you and you licked your lips, watching as his work continued.

He wrapped the rope around more times, creating firm bands that would keep your leg in this bent position. Once he was satisfied with the amount of loops, he threaded the tails through the strands again.

You marvelled at the quickness of his hands, his fingers too fast for you to properly follow. It reminded you of when you watched him play guitar - all you could do was admire because you were seeing something you would never be able to replicate. He was an undeniable master.

He created a couple of knots, then took his hands away. The rope remained in place, still feeling just as tight. He looked at you and you showed him a smile.

“How does that feel, baby?” He asked.

“It’s good.”

“Yeah, would you like me to tie the other side?”

“Yes, please.”

He gave you an all-too-quick kiss, then got up and relocated himself to the opposite side of your body. He had a new length of rope in hand, which was doubled over before he wrapped it around your ankle.

“What is this position called?” You asked.

He smirked. “It’s not named anything sexy- this is crab. But don’t worry, you look so much better than that sounds.”

“Wow, thanks.” You sarcastically replied.

He copied what he had done on the other side, restraining this leg just as easily. You were now entirely immobile.

“Some people would say this is done now, full crab has been achieved.” He said. “But there’s another part I want to do. It involves your arms, are you down for that?”

Eagerly, you nodded, you were practically desperate to know how it felt to go all the way like that. You were looking forward to saying that you had tried shibari, with the knowledge that you had fully tried it. This wasn’t going to be a half-hearted attempt.

“I’m definitely down for that, baby.” You said.

“Brilliant. Can you line your wrist up with the binds on your thigh?” He asked.

You placed your wrist against the outside of your thigh as he untied a new rope bundle. He created secure bands around your wrist quickly.

“I’m not the only one who was enjoying your costume at the party.” He said, affixing your hand with his knots.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Do the same with your other hand.” He said as he switched sides. “I’m talking about other people checking you out. You looked damn sexy and people were noticing, you had a lot of eyes on you. Especially your ass, the little booty shorts looked so good. You didn’t see any of the stares?”

“Stares? Why would anybody stare at me? I'm not calling you a liar, but…”

“Did you not hear what I just said? Your ass, the whole sexy costume.” He said.

You were blushing as you shook your head. “I didn't see anybody checking me out. Well, aside from you.”

“Yeah.” He said, making the knots to secure your other hand. “There were a lot of people seeing how fine you are. But I'm the only one who gets to see you like this.”

“That's right, baby.” You said.

He got to his feet and stood beside the bed, looking you up-and-down. His eyes lingered in certain spots and the pleased look on his face made your heart beat faster.

“Is that comfortable?” He asked.

Your balance remained intact, your weight distributed between your feet and ass. It wasn't too far from a regular sitting position and you didn't see why you couldn't maintain it. “Yeah, it's good.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in and you longed to tug down his underwear, it should have been within your capabilities. “Do you wanna get fucked like this?”

“Dying for it.” You said.

He smiled as he bent down a little, giving you a kiss. He didn't linger like you wanted him to. You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, looking when you heard the sigh of a drawer opening. He picked out a condom and turned back to you.

He finally shed his underwear, then covered his cock with the latex. Then he was back to directly in front of you and you were liberated from the wait for more kisses. He cradled your face in his hands as your mouths crushed together. You drew him in for deeper kisses, sucking on his top lip. It was the only way you could properly express yourself. Trying to wiggle yourself forward on your butt couldn’t get you as close as you wanted to be.

He helped to bring your bodies closer together, doing the work that you couldn’t. He leaned into you, letting you feel his skin on yours. You arched your back, trying to press more of yourself against him - feeling him was your only goal and it consumed you.

Your tongue glided between his lips, exploring greater intimacy. He grabbed one of your hips with his hand as his body settled against yours more. You made the most of what you had because it didn’t seem like he was about to join you on the bed. You massaged your tongue against the roof of his mouth.

He pressed his dick against you, prompting you to realise how perfectly your genitals lined up. He steadily rocked his hips, rubbing his length on you. The movements didn’t need to be hurried, it was enough to get your heart beating faster at this promising start.

He tilted his pelvis and you soon felt his tip spreading your pussy open. He broke away from the kiss with a gasp as he eased his length deeper. He held your chin in his hand as you listened to how much he was losing breath. You kept your eyes shut, noticing this new pressure building in you.

“Oh, it’s good. It’s so, so, so good.” He whispered as he gradually filled more into you. “That pussy is so fucking good, toy.”

You could only whimper in response as you were feeling your excitement reaching you on a new level. Your pussy fluttered as it adjusted to having him inside.

Your lips found his again, kissing and sucking a little in your neediness. He worked to catch up with you, tapping into your impassioned rhythm.

He shifted his stance, resting one of his knees on the bed beside you. On his next thrust he could move in deeper, prompting you to moan directly into his mouth.

He let you feel hints of a tempo as he experimented with his range of motion, seeing what he could do without losing his balance. More of your moisture slicked him with his every movement.

Then he hit onto the consistency, working into you with far less pausing. His swiftness reduced your time to recover and you could feel how everything was starting to build up.

You got invested in his rhythm, eager to discover what it could give you next, so you started to move with him. Your balance didn’t feel as certain, but you liked the enhanced friction too much to want to stop. It was a minimal pumping of your hips but you could time it to match his plunges forward and let him finish at a deeper point of your cunt.

You writhed with him, the feeling of his body rubbing on yours proved to be the only thing you needed to think about. You savoured every second of it and it felt just as thrilling as it had on that first night.

The synchronisation of your bodies was somewhat fumbled when you began to fall back. There wasn’t any way for you to pull yourself out of this momentum and he did nothing to save you from gravity.

You reached the mattress with a gasp, feeling the restrictions of the binds so completely. You squirmed a little, trying to figure out your next move, what could you possibly do? You lifted your head so you could look down at him.

Before you had to make any decisions, he slammed his cock all the way into you. Your thought process instantly evaporated and you saw the determined look on his face. He grabbed at the ropes on one of your thighs and fucked into you again, then slowly dragged his dick back.

Your chest swelled as you felt a little like melting in response to the hungry pace that he was setting up. You felt him hit your g-spot. You felt his balls slapping against your butt. Your head fell back as you welcomed the complete loss of your composure.

You heard his ragged breathing as he seemingly gave all of his energy to each buck. You found it a little easier to move with him now, tensing your back and lifting your hips according to his speedy pace until it felt like your whole body was on fire. Your hands curled into fists and you paid into the exertion every time.

“Fuck, Tommy…” You strained through gritted teeth.

Getting closer to the edge, you had to work to keep your grinding consistent. Now your cunt was spasming and there were uncontrollable twitches through your body. But you were desperate to stick with him.

“Are you still liking it, darling? You still like being bound?” He asked.

Your toes curled as you glided your hips up. “I love it.” Your throat tightened, changing the sound of your voice. “I've never felt more like your plaything.”

“Because that's what you are.” He said through heavy breaths.

His flow couldn’t be interrupted by your unpredictable twitches, he was locked into these jolts. He kept his grip on the ropes, using this to continuously yank you forward on his dick, meaning you were always exactly where he needed.

“I might keep you tied up.” He said. “That way I can keep fucking you over…” He lost his smoothness, adding emphasis to his words with rough thrusts into you. “...and over and over and over.”

You sputtered wordlessly, on the verge of being ruined. Your nerves were on fire and the sensitivities were now ruling your body, completely inescapable.

“Fuck, I can feel that you’re getting close.” He said.

“Yeah, really fucking close, Tommy.” You said, so receptive to his movements in your elevated state.

He eased off ever so slightly. “Hold it for me. Can you?” You groaned and bit into your bottom lip. “Can you try? There’s another position I wanna do while you’re tied like this.”

It took effort for you to draw in a deep breath, then you nodded. “Alright.”

He pulled out and you tried to use this time to pull yourself back together, at least a little. More deep breaths came as your heart rate grew less irregular.

Thankfully he didn’t require you to make any moves, because you didn’t have the strength or coordination for that. He did all of the work for you, climbing up onto the mattress and putting his hands on you. He turned you around, your head in the direction of the headboard now. Then he began to tip you onto your side.

“You trust me, right?” He asked, the calculated look on his face telling you that he was planning the next move.

You laughed. “We wouldn’t have gotten this far into the whole tying up thing if I didn’t trust you.”

“True.” He said. He gave you another gentle push, getting you onto your front. “Is that comfortable?”

“Um…” There was a decent amount of pressure on your legs now, and your head was too far to allow you to rest it down.

“Hang on, hang on.” He said, rushing to make some adjustments.

He succeeded at getting you into a slightly different (but definitely improved) position. Your weight was transferred to your chest, which now rested on the mattress. Your ass was lifted into the air, a curve in your back.

“That’s good.” You said.

“Yeah, I’m liking it a lot, too.” He said, caressing your ass. “But you can just tell me if it starts getting uncomfortable.”

You rested your cheek on the mattress, angling your head so that you could have him in your field of vision. “Do I need to keep delaying my orgasm?”

“What?” He asked before he paused for a moment. “Oh, no. You can have that whenever you feel it coming on.”

You smiled as you felt him moving around behind you. “Thanks, baby.”

He touched and held your body in different spots.

Then you felt his skin pressed flush to yours as he got himself to exactly the right position. You were pleased when he didn’t waste any more time, just going straight to burying his dick inside of you. The lust brought so much heat and weakness back into your body.

Shutting your eyes allowed you to see glittering stars as he started to move. He pushed himself into your ass, then lingered before starting a new pump of his hips.

You writhed back into him, delighting in how those sensitivities returned to their earlier height. You could feel how close you were to completely melting into your climax.

It didn’t take much more for you to reach that peak, his perfect tempo giving you the ultimate stimulation. Your noises got louder, moans ripping free from your throat. You felt one of his hands grab for yours and you immediately latched onto it, squeezing as the rest of your body seemed to dissolve.

“Oh my guh-...” You rasped as you were taken over.

“You did so well, doll. Oh, you did so well.” He said, his voice keeping you from getting totally detached from reality.

You were still feeling like you were floating in this dreamy state of satisfaction when he started to move again. Between your sensitive walls, he jerked his cock, becoming more determined. This kept you whimpering and squirming.

“Oh fuck, fuck.” He said as he got into a speedy rhythm, which would keep you from recovering any time soon. “Fuh-uh… uh…” 

He powered into you with the last of his energy, then the climax claimed him. He rocked a little, but then the momentum ran out and he was still, leaning into your body.

“Mmn, did that feel as good as it sounded, babe?” You asked.

“Fuck yes, it did.” He said before giving your butt some playful pats. “Giddy up.”

You giggled at this, tingles shooting through your body, even as he began to pull out. He rocked himself back, no longer providing additional pressure on your body. You heard his heavy panting as he tried to catch his breath.

“Let me untie you, then I've got some spooky candy we can have.” He said.

You tried to help as he got you turned around, returning you to lying on your back. As he worked at undoing the binds, he checked in with you, asking how you were feeling or if anything hurt. You had no negatives to share.

It felt good to stretch and move your limbs about as you wished. You were quick to turn around, wanting to see him properly again. The hat had fallen off his head at some point and he didn't bother to pick it back up. When your eyes met, he smiled at you and your heart fluttered subtly.

“Are you okay, honey?” He asked.

“Uh-huh, yeah, okay is an understatement.” You said, making him chuckle. When you started to lay down, you could feel that your energy was much lower than before. But your body was still so warm as the lust echoed through it. “You are really good with rope.”

“I’ll show you more another time, yeah? You're fun to tie up.” He said. Instead of lying down with you, he reached onto the bedside table and picked up a bag full of something, ripping it open. You were presented with a small chocolate bar before he tore into his own.

“And how is this spooky?” You asked.

He lifted the bag for you to see its packaging. “There's a spider on the packet here, isn't that so terrifying?”

“Not as scary as Jojo Siwa.” You said and he laughed as he settled back onto the pillow next to where your head was lying. “You would only have to ask and I would wear other, much sluttier costumes for you.”

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Princess Peach: Showtime! ‘Transformation: Act II’ trailer, screenshots

From Gematsu

Nintendo has released a new trailer and screenshots for Princess Peach: Showtime! introducing new transformations Figure Skater Peach, Dashing Thief Peach, Mermaid Peach, and Mighty Peach.

Get the details below.

Each transformation gives Peach the distinct dramatic flair she needs to save the day—and the play—from the Sour Bunch. The ensemble cast featured in today’s showing are Figure Skater Peach, Dashing Thief Peach, Mermaid Peach, and Mighty Peach!

Introducing:

Figure Skater Peach – Use her practiced poise to take to the rink and put her foes on thin ice. Join a dazzling performance filled with quick-timed spins and jumps, and skate around the competition to help your fellow dancers!

Dashing Thief Peach – Traverse, infiltrate, and swing through this daring performance with various gadgets and sneak by the defenses of the thieves of the Sour Bunch. Embrace the thrills (and charms!) of espionage, then make your dramatic escape.

Mermaid Peach – Being beneath the sea won’t stop Peach from carrying a tune! Use her magical voice to control schools of fish and harmonize with an aquatic orchestra. Direct these friendly fish to reveal pathways and help solve puzzles.

Mighty Peach – Look toward the sky: It’s … Mighty Peach! Go from hero to superhero and defend the locals with powerful punches and superhuman strength. Fly, fling objects and fight enemies in an action-filled spectacle in the sky and on the ground.

In Princess Peach: Showtime!, Peach teams up with Stella, the Sparkle Theater’s guardian, to save the theater from the wicked Grape and the Sour Bunch. Using the power of Sparkle, Peach must take the stage of each show, transform and confront Grape’s evil acting troupe. As Peach, players will take on a bevy of leading roles – including a swordfighter, detective, ninja, patissiere, kung fu master and cowgirl. It’s going to take plenty of panache to bring this play to its triumphant final bow.

Princess Peach: Showtime! is due out for Switch on March 22.

Watch the trailer below. View the screenshots at the gallery.

Transformation: Act II Trailer

English

Japanese

[fireworkss-exe]

CABARET @ PHOENIX THEATRE

first of all the set was BEAUTIFUL. there were a lot of cool shadows at work and it looked like a mix of the kit kat club stage and some nasty berlin backstreets with balconies, spiral staircases, tons of doors and cool metalwork. there was also a huge archway with a mural of a peacock behind it

I was in the front row :]]]

there was also a GIANT pole by one of the staircases that the kit kat dancers slid down like a fireman's pole occasionally

the emcee popped up from behind the bar as a sort of bait and switch, there was a spotlight on center stage suggesting that he'd enter from there but SURPRISE!!

LATINA SALLY!!!!!!

in wilkommen, the girls had unique outfits related to their names/nicknames/whatever, i.e. frenchie looked like a mime, texas looked like a cowgirl, helga had a babyish sort of lolita type dress, etc

hermann put the emcee in a headlock during the "there's nothing funny about hermann" line

ernst checked out the nazi officer's ass as he inspected the train car

fraulein schneider and herr schultz were so cute I almost cried

the don't tell mama costumes started out as big pink babydoll dresses but the girls stripped into lingerie near the end of the song

I ADORED sally. her actress had such a strong voice and stage presence and I could tell she put so much work into characterizing her

the girls used big suitcases as props for mein herr (which also gave off big chicago vibes)

one of the "two ladies" was just one of the kit kat boys in drag (unsure if this was a choice individual to the production or not, I haven't watched any boots in full)

fraulein schneider hit one of the sailors on the ass to get him to leave fraulein kost's room

again. fraulein schneider and herr schultz were so cute it was insane

in money, the ensemble dressed in gold and there was a giant coin as a centerpiece/prop, and the lighting was disney villain green. like money

the music COMPLETELY stopped when fraulein kost whispered "the jews" to ernst. my heart literally fucking stopped it was genuinely a frightening scene

most of the ensemble was visibly scared/uncomfortable during tomorrow belongs to me reprise but were slowly pushed into joining the song, and the lighting turned red and it looked like everyone was washed in blood

the kickline costumes were what could only be described as yassified third reich military uniforms

the emcee watched from the balcony during married reprise and dropped the brick from there and when he did the lighting COMPLETELY changed

at the end of if you could see her, a nazi chased the "ape girl" offstage and locked her in a cage

one of the cabaret boys was arrested by nazis during I don't care much

before cabaret, one of the nazis broke a bottle on cliff's head and the emcee swept up the glass while introducing sally for her final number

sally stumbled around the stage during cabaret as if she was drunk, the whole song gave off a more angry/spiteful vibe than any other version I've seen. she also hit herself in the head multiple times (on purpose) during the song

at the end of the song the lighting, very jarringly, switched to red, black, and white.. like a certain flag

cliff almost hit sally with a bottle when she admitted to having an abortion, but he stopped himself at the last second

they did the whole emcee dressed in a nazi uniform -> concentration camp prisoner uniform reveal thing, except they also added a red triangle instead of of just the yellow star and pink triangle that's typical to most productions that do the reveal

the peacock mural fell at the end, revealing a completely blank white wall behind it

during the finale it was like all the air had been crushed out of the room. I literally could not breathe

anyway. amazing production. I'll be thinking about it for literal weeks maybe even months because it was fucking terrifying and they did the whole "the nazis are slowly taking over and you won't even notice till it's too late" thing so well it was genuinely so scary

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Alas, it no longer exists, but for many many years the OKC AIDS foundation held a Halloween fundraiser that was truly the event of the year. Food, drinks, decor, and the Ls Gs Bs and Ts in their very very finest costumes. I saw some truly great works over the years: a drag queen dressed as the entire film of The Wizard of Oz, in a half black and white/half color ensemble complete with a top hat that was Emerald City with the witch on her broomstick actually flying in a circle above it. Every time I passed her in the crowd I said “You’re going to win the big prize” and when she did, she came and found me and hugged me and said “You believed in me!!” I saw a bunch of lesbians dressed as the Partridge Family, and when they’d walk around the room they all held cardboard panels that came together to form the bus, and they’d wave out the windows at us. A woman with dwarfism dressed as JonBenet Ramsey in her cowgirl pageant gear. My best year, I found a set of pink silk slippers and built a 30s movie star peignoir around it— I got so many compliments from the drag gals!

When I was in high school I was known for having a girlfriend and got some shit about it sometimes. One guy used to hassle me a lot, telling me being gay was a sin and I was gross and going to hell. Like a lot of outspoken homophobes, he set off my gaydar and one day when he wouldn’t lay off I told him so. “The only people obsessed with gay people are other gay people.” He was big mad, no surprise. Then one year at the Halloween ball, I was checking my makeup in the bathroom next to this gorgeous drag queen when she suddenly stopped and turned to me. “Mandy!?! Oh god honey, you were so right!”

So you can keep your Pride parades and your music festivals, I’ll even take a pass on an Oscar party if you make sure I never miss Halloween.

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Ranking every single one of Shirley MacLaine's outfits in What a Way to Go! because I can (part 1)

I just watched What a Way to Go! (1964, J. Lee Thompson) and I cannot stop thinking about Shirley MacLaine's wardrobe in this film, created by the legendary Edith Head. So I made this list, split across three posts because tumblr has a limit of 30 images per post. The image quality varies a bit, hopefully that won't be too distracting.

I'm not sure how much sense this makes if you haven't watched the movie but I don't feel like synopsising, so go watch it (or read the plot summary on Wikipedia, I'm not the boss of you). And off we go!

51. Champagne problems The first two entries aren't really outfits, hence why they're last, but I didn't want to leave them out. How could I? Look at this! They are sleeping in a giant champagne glass! Shirley's long extensions somehow make this feel extra luxurious and kitschy at the same time.

50. New wave bombshell I just wanted to share how good Shirley MacLaine looks as a French New Wave heroine.

49. In pigtails Flashing back to Shirley's childhood and slapping her in this outfit rather than hiring a child actress is a pretty good demonstration of this film's sense of humor. This is more of a costume than an outfit so I don't have a lot to say but I love the commitment to detail (the little gloves! the painted on freckles!).

48. Satin pajamas I did say every outfit, didn't I? There's not a whole lot to this look but it's pretty and looks very comfortable. Shirley's heart-shaped necklace is especially cute.

47. Blue bathing suit Shirley wears this blue little number to ambush Dick Van Dyke and make her interest in him clear (her plan works. Obviously). The gingham print is cute and I love this color on her but she wears much more interesting bathing suits later on in the film.

46.- 44. Athleisure Grouping together all the fits from this brief montage of Shirley and her third husband athletically enjoying their honeymoon phase. We see all of these for about a second (there's even a tennis outfit we barely get a glimpse at; the camera shows it so briefly and so quickly I could not get a clear screenshot of it). Nothing all that remarkable here, though I do love a gold bathing suit.

43. Cowgirl realness This is the outfit Shirley wears after she and her third husband decide to become farmers and I love how incredibly clean and new-looking it is. This outfit has never even heard of the concept of manual labor! Red flannel and overalls do suit Shirley, but this is another one that's more a costume than an outfit.

42. Blue and green stripes Unfortunately don't love this look - the collar really drags it down for me. But there is something really fun about the idea of Shirley casually lounging around her house while looking like this.

41. Little black and yellow dress Just a cute black and yellow dress, nothing all that memorable. The print is the best part, I like that it's a little bit haphazard without looking messy.

40. Blue on blue Those hair extensions are really unfortunate but Shirley looks so good in high-rise jeans and a shirt. The soft blue, again, really suits her.

39. Silent movie chic This is from Shirley's first fantasy sequence, where she pictures married life with her first husband as an old silent movie. I haven't seen many silent movies where the heroine wears black ballet flats, a gingham dress with big poofy sleeves and quarter length bloomers underneath but there is something really fun about this outfit. Shirley's ringlet curls and hairbow really bring the whole ensemble together.

38. Red night shirt Is this the most put-together outfit? No, obviously not. But Shirley MacLaine did invent wearing your boyfriend's nightshirt just so you can walk around the apartment in between rounds of sex, and for that I have to give her credit.

37. Sailor chic Another fantasy sequence outfit, this time a perfect costume for a musical number about being in love and living on a boat. I'm a particular fan of the sparkly little skirt (which tears away!) and Shirley's jaunty cap.

36. First time widow Spoilers, I guess, but all of Shirley's husband in this movie die (beside the last one) and after each death we get a scene of Shirley dressed in increasingly chic black. This first one is fairly simple but the veil lined in velvet is a nice touch.

35. Red power suit Shirley loves a monochromatic outfit in this movie but unfortunately I am not the biggest fan of this shade of red, which makes her look like a fashionable ketchup bottle. The suit itself is cute but what tops it for me is the hat with the headscarf underneath, an underrated combo.

34. Red and white polka dots It's unfortunate that this is the only wedding dress we actually get to see because at this point in the movie Shirley's still dressing fairly plainly (she actually also wears it on a casual date). The dress is cute, though, and again it's the attention to detail that gets me - the matching purse, headband and belt really pull this look together.

33. Gingham shirt and jeans Another very simple look from early on in the movie but I am a sucker for a 60s heroine in jeans so it gets extra points. This also has much better styling than the first shirt and jeans combo - no awful extensions to be seen!

32. New wave chic Third fantasy sequence outfit! If we'd seen more of this one it might rank higher but we don't get too many good looks at it. Shirley's hair looks so good here, though, and I love the silk scarf around her neck.

31. Denim skirt and blouse Just a very cute outfit I wish I owned. Again, Shirley's hair looks amazing, which bumps this one up a few notches, and again the matching accessories (bag and shoes this time) really elevate the entire ensemble.

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