#dancer's headpiece

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎ Dancer's Headpiece in the Form of a Panjurli Bhuta (boar spirit deity).

Place of origin: Kerala, India

Date: 18th century

Medium: Copper alloy

[honeydots]

more designs!! princess of nohr soleil and dancer siegbert c:

[bridgetdickey]

Custom-made showgirl inspired bodysuit for a show at London house Orlando Florida ✨

[venmondiese]

DRAGON COINS

masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3

-ˋˏsummary: Prince Aemond finds his way to the Street of Silk once again, and he finds certain... familiarity with one of the whores. Yet, that doesn't stop neither of you to let your desires take over. (based on this request)

✧pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Bastard!Female Reader.

✧word count: 4.1k

✧warnings: : MDNI 18+, p in v sex, targcest, oral (m) receiving, brat taming, very slight almost unnoticeable implied aegond AND (not so subtle) that reader is aegon's bastard, aemond is a dilf.. hehe, they are both insane.

You were the prettiest woman at the brothel; most men always repeated that to you. And for a fact, you knew it very well. 

You loved dancing; always have. You used to imagine yourself as a royal princess at balls and court events, who wore the prettiest dresses and the most extravagant headpieces, full of veils, patterns, and many details of gold, purple. You imagined, as well, that you would have a nicer figure, full of food, and expensive things, like caviar, and have meat all day. 

Yet you were not a princess. You didn’t dress in purple, didn't have anything gold, you never attended a ball or court. You just looked the part; with bright violet eyes, silver hair and that Targaryen’s appearance that called the attention. 

Your mother told you that your father was a prince; she never said more. You always thought who it could be. Daemon? He was away at that time. Laenor? The rumours of his liking of men didn’t help. Aegon? He was barely of age by the time you were conceived.

If it was a lie, or a truth, you did not know; you only knew that everyone was enchanted by your appearance; your bright eyes, that your mother often compared them to one of a doe; your lips, always pink without the need of any makeup. You were a natural, born to shine among the common people. 

Inevitably, you ended up in a brothel. As a dancer, with exotic clothes from Lys, and some large feather fan for your dances, and you learned how to do your hairstyles the same way Lyseni girls did, since they were the best of the best. 

You were the best of the best. You made sure of it. You had something special, the looks, and the wits. Just not the money nor position for it.  

Most of the time, the Brothel opens at the ninth bell rang of the day, when the sun starts falling down, and people come home from their work, and just some time after men get paid for their daily works. 

It was the eighth toll of the bell when you were helping one of the new girls out. She had auburn hair, and almost as long as yours; and you were helping her do a crown of braids. You heard the consistent knock on the door, and you frowned for a bit, as you walked towards the door. 

It was a hooded figure, tall, and looking around as if he was followed. You frown a bit, watching his shoes; you could tell a lot from a man's shoes. This one wore boots, black and slightly muddy. He also smelt strong, like fire, somehow. Oddly enough, he didn’t speak when he moved his eye to watch you silently.

“We are not open.” you say to him, holding the door close, just so half of your body could be seen. “Wait for the next bell toll”

“Call your Madame” He says, abruptly, rude as men used to be; never lacking that audacity that their demands have.

“The brothel opens-”

“I heard you fine the first time” he repeats, as if he didn’t have the time “Call your Madame” he says, throwing a bag full of coins as if nothing, as if he wanted to buy your silence.

You frowned as you knelt to grab the bag, and from that angle you could see the small silver hairs that he intended to hide in that hood, and the eye patch, covering his left eye as the other one, with a deep purple tone watched you intently. You could see the small dragon patterns on his clothes, and how even his cloak had gold details, with little dragons.

It was prince Aemond. You have never seen him up close before, perhaps you had seen Vhagar around the skies from time to time. You heard that he takes his sons to fly often. Just as his grandsire, he had been left a widow with two sons. Not that he shared a love for his late wife, and he did not care to seek another bride.

Yet, prideful as you were, made a face and turned around, opening the door for him as you guided him towards the personal room of the Madame. Although, it seems as if he knew the place since quite some time. 

You watch intently at the prince, who the Madame compliments as older. You suppose he looks older, you didn’t quite remember how old prince Aemond truly is. You remember the celebrations for his five and twenty name day, but you couldn’t quite recall how many years ago that was.

“Should I fetch something, Madame?” You ask simply to Madame Sylvi, who sits in the middle of the bed, and yet prince Aemond doesn’t mind your presence as he starts undressing, taking his cloak off, followed by his eye patch. 

He has no shame, truly. You watch how he takes off that leather jerkin, embroidered with dragon details made of gold, as if gold didn’t have a better use than to be embroidered on a prince’s clothes that he probably uses once or twice before asking the tailor for other clothes. 

“No, do not worry. You tell Daisy that she is in charge tonight”

Interesting. You think, as the prince takes off his breeches, and you turn around to close the curtains, leaving your Madame to take care of the prince. And yet, you took an unshameful glimpse of his ass, smiling as you walked to finish the braids for your friend. 

And that routine continued for quite a while, you now noticed when prince Aemond arrived at the brothel, sometime before it opened, sometimes near the end of the night. Sometimes he came day after day, and others it was weeks apart. 

You danced the most on busy days, and you refused to dance when you did not want to. You were as spoiled as a little princess, which gained you some popularity among the workers and the clients. Some of them called you a ‘little princess’ and others a ‘spoiled cunt’, and yet you didn’t mind because you knew you could be both. 

It was probably one of your new dances, with a bold sound of the lute as you moved the expensive fan around, as if teasing the audience with more peeks of your body. This was a busy day, and so, a lot of men were gathered around watching whatever lewd display it was shown on the occasion. 

A jousting was held by the Royal Family, and so a lot of lords and knights came to the city, which means that the street of Silk was at its full capacity, and every man looking for a woman to fuck. And you also knew that most squires that wanted to be knights came here to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh before a joust. 

Yet, you don’t miss the one purple eye that watches you intently, still hiding before one of his expensive cloaks with dragon designs. He wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was, at all. Perhaps he could be several years older, yet you know better than him. He could read books, but you have to survive day to day. 

Your long hair was braided in a Valyrian-Lyseni way, as you wore some gold detailed hair rings as you asked for them especially for tonight. Men had an appetite for women with that Valyrian looks, and you were an especially fine one. 

With every turn of your hips, you saw the expectancy of his eye, in the back of the crowd yet in the middle and not missing a thing. Prince Aemond was an especially eager one, instead of screaming and cheering at the swift movement of your body, he just remained quiet.

He was observant, he was ambitious, and you were the best. 

You weren’t surprised when he made a signal for one of the girls serving the ale, and whispered something in her ear. And you weren’t surprised either when the same girl was waiting for you at the edge of the platform where you performed.

He wanted you. 

And gods damned you if you didn’t want him. Because even with the whispers and rumours about prince Aemond, he was still one of the most divine Targaryen on earth. He might be older than you, but that never stopped you, at all. And with a chance like this? 

“He is a very exclusive client” Madame Sylvi says, as if instructing you as she walks you through the brothel “Likes very exclusive things, all of them you will please. If he wants to talk, you hear. You will touch him if he asks you, and you’ll do anything he wants. He usually gives you orders; how to be, what to do, what to say. You’ll do that- He likes having things in control and preparing for it. And something else; he doesn’t kiss” She says slightly annoyed. “A rule of his. He doesn’t like it. Not then, not now” 

You walk, not at all bothered by that rule. You shrug, and take notes, but something in your gut tells you it will be different, somehow. 

“I have been told you wanted me, my prince” you say softly, as you enter the exclusive room that Aemond was in. 

He looked at you; a hum left his lips without entertaining more in the conversation. He looked at you, as if thinking for a while. His shirt was undone, and his boots were still on, as his pants were a bit messy. . 

“Wine?” You ask walking toward the small cabinet with cups and some of the best ale and wine. Particular rooms were for expensive clients, those who paid stags… sometimes you could get a bag with some coins with the face of King Jaehaerys.

“No” he says simply. 

You shrug, the small jewellery tinkling as you walk, serving the wine for you to drink. If he didn’t need one, that’s okay. But you needed a small sip for courage, for your hips to lose up a little bit. 

“Are you Lyseni?” Aemond asks, his cold and stoic tone not changing. Most of the time, you’d say yes, to please the men like him that knew that Lyseni girls were the best whores. But you think prince Aemond asks for other reasons.

“No”

“A bastard, then” 

You watch him through your eyelashes. Was he more interested in your services or your blood? You were sure that both could please him very much.

“Yes.”

He hums, as if the thought interests him very much. You are aware of the bulge on his pants, by the way his legs are apart and he is leaning back, very much interested in you. 

“Care for a dance, my prince?” You ask, taking in your hand the fans, walking closer to him. “I’ve been told I am the best. I don‘t think you deserve anything but” 

It’s the small nod he gives that encourages you to move your hips, with no music but the one in your head. Years and years of dancing, you know the thrill by now. 

Translucent fabric from Essos, gives nothing to imagination, and it serves to give a more lustful touch to your body. It pushes your breasts up in the right way, and you can see the one eye of the prince roaming in your figure.

As you leave the fans, walking closer to him, he then asks again.

“You are Waters, then. A bastard from my father?” 

“Nuh-uh” you murmur, your hands going to his breeches, undoing them. 

“My uncle” 

“No”  

“Hm” he hums, looking at how his pants are undone, and his cock is rock hard, resting against his low abdomen, as if demanding attention from you. 

There was something about Targaryens that was so divine. 

“My brother, then?” 

You smirk, raising your eyebrows as if the mere question amuses you.

“I think you might know…” you murmur, watching him closely. Maybe he was old to keep up with your games, and less eager than most men who you attended to; with no problems in engaging with your games. 

Prince Aemond was a mature man, who had real duties to attend, and more concerns rather than which whore will he fuck today. And that aroused you. How little he seems to care about you, playing hard to get. It made you eager, and you realised that you were falling for his games instead.

“That makes you...” he murmurs, watching your lips. 

Targaryen. Valyrian. Dragon bound. His niece. All of those words he could say. Yet he doesn’t say anything else, words lingering in the air.

You raise your eyebrows, and a slight smirk appears on your lips. 

“Mhm. I might just be, my prince” 

Your hand drew slow patterns on his cock, stroking it softly as you two engaged on this odd talk. 

“Or you might not be”

“Or I might not be”

He watched your eyes intently; purple meeting purple. This man was calculating, and you could see it in his face. 

“That’s the thrill of it, I’d say” 

“You have his face” he murmurs, his thumb moving to touch your lips faintly. 

“So I have been told.”

He agrees with your statement as his hands move to take off the translucent fabric of your dress. You had many men touching you… but never the way that Aemond Targaryen did. His hands felt warm on your skin, and his touch felt right.

Aemond was an experienced man, and you noticed. He doesn't waste time fooling around, as the Madame told you. You were off your clothes in no time, as he had you right in his lap, comfortably. 

“What do you want me to do, my prince?” You ask, softly. 

He seems to think of an answer before saying. “Do your very best. Surprise me, if you can”

His hands slide down to the swell of your hips, firm grip as he watches your face; almost amazed, and by how he pulls your body closer to his chest, he was aroused too. 

Your hands go towards his shoulders, as you use that to hold as you grind against his own cock. The fabric from his open pants tickled your thighs as you straddled his lap, and yet that was the last of your worries. You were so horny, unlike many times, you were dripping wet for this man. 

Lewd moans spilled from your lips, one of your hands moving to cup his face, feeling the heavy breathing that came from his mouth. He was an intense one, his single eye never left your gaze; and you weren’t one to lose a challenge. 

“I think you are a spoiled thing” His tone is breathy, as he squeezes the flesh on your hips to force your cunt to grind against his cock, greedy as a dragon. 

“Been told so” your voice is more agitated, and you lean forward as if to kiss him, just to push your luck, and he moves his head slightly back. You giggle, trying to suppress a moan at his growl. 

“You little...” he says, yet a smirk appears on his lips due to the provocation. 

“Hm?” You ask almost innocently. “Didn’t do anything…”

“Spoiled whore” he says, with his chin and lips moving closer to yours, and you nod. “Proud of that?”

“I don’t hide anything, my prince” 

Aemond’s hands move upwards to your waist, and it takes him no real effort to turn you over on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as your back hits the mattress, gasping in surprise at the sudden movement, as you move some of your hair out of your face.

“I wanted to suck your cock” you say, using your elbows to get some height as he moves his hands to pull down his pants.

“And I want to fuck you” he says as if he was the one in the right, and it was obvious he lived to dominate. 

“And I want to suck your cock” you repeat, stubbornly.

“I am the one paying” he reminds you. Not upset, but more amusedly annoyed at your brattiness. It amused him greatly, to see a thing like you defy him. 

“Yes. And you said for me to surprise you, so I think I get the right to decide”

He has a smirk, yet his eye showed how amazed (and annoyed) he was.

“Brat” he spits the word, as he moves your legs apart further. 

You feel his dick slide against your slit, yet he only does to tease you, and to arouse himself more. You moan, feeling as if you could cum just by him doing that. What was this man doing to you?

“You are unfair” 

“Want to suck my cock? Fine, you’ll suck my fucking cock” He says, taking you by the shoulder, moving you to sit back up, and pushing you over the edge to the bed. “Go on.” He says patronisingly. Manhandling you to every whim he might have. “Fucking slut, come on, suck my cock”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You were all over his dick, sucking every part you can of it. Seeing him over you, his hair loose as he was hard as a rock, and his hand grabbed your silvery hair, taking it into his hand with wonder. He was into it.

Your purple eyes look up to him, your lips around his cock as your obscene sounds delight his arousal. He groans as he pulls your hair, forcing you to take more and more of him.

Your hand caresses his balls softly, as if trying to caress every part of him. He was truly divine, and you knew something; you two were of the very same blood. And Aemond knew that too. Not that it stopped you, truly.

“Enough” He commands, forcing you to be up. You were about to protest, you were barely beginning! “Stop whining, bratty princess” It is now that he pulls you towards his lap, in a hurry that could only be interpreted as desperation and hunger. 

Princess. Coming from a royal’s mouth. Coming from what you think is your own blood. The sound that leaves your mouth isn’t fake, as you used to do when other clients complimented you. That one, and all the rest, was real. Just for him. 

The feeling of his cock entering inside you was truly like no other, you felt just like a court maiden, touched for the very first time, your hands gripping on his shoulders as he grabbed you by your thighs, making you to go down onto his cock, and the feeling of your pussy engulfing him whole, greedily… drove Aemond mad. 

“Fuck” he mutter against your lips, almost groaning. “Fuck, just like... Fuck…” 

As if the smugness from your eyes went away, your big eyes scan his face, as if searching for anything. “Fuck me” 

“I am fucking you” Aemond murmurs, his tone tense. 

“P-Please” You beg, pathetically, needing the feeling of his dick pounding hard and with no mercy against you “Fuck me, please, f-fuck me”

Your plea serves him enough, he leans back on the pillows just a bit, making it easy for you to have a better hold of him, and rest on his chest, as he took your hips and forced you to take his cock, fucking you on it. It drove you mad. 

Your first try to grip his shoulders, as your loud and lewd sounds fill the room, but it seems useless, your hands slipping off his shoulders, as your cunt squeezes his cock. You were desperate, your forehead pressed against his chest as your mouth was open, as if you could not have any control over your body, a little thread of drool coming out of your mouth. 

“Fuck me, please, please”

“Greedy princess, hm?” Aemond sounds smug, as he spanks your ass hard. The slap sound resonates in the room, along with the wet sounds and more sounds of your skin against his. 

“Yes, I am such… a needy girl”

“Always have been” he murmurs, picking up a pace as his hips start to meet your thrusts. You realised then, that it was affecting him as bad as you. Perhaps the pleasure was blinding you, but his tone was tense, his grip stronger and he was more demanding of you. He was solving it; and that only fuelled the fire.

“Yes. Please…” You murmurs, and as bold as you are, you murmur “Uncle, please” 

That sends him over the edge of madness. His pace is relentlessly, and his mouth only lets out groans and guttural sounds, as he insists on pounding hard on you, his hands on your ass as he pulls your hips down, his cock filling you in the most exquisite way, as his balls hit your skin from the force of impact. 

He slaps you when you move your head to see him, eyes full of need and pleasure. He seems to get off on it; and you won’t deny him anything. You know it. And you do love when he takes his frustration out on you, it is even better than the composed version of himself, stoic, cold and uncaring that he presented first. The unhinged version is... So much better.

“You will cum in my cock” He orders you, his low tone is a proof of his desperation about it “You’ll be a good little princess...” He grabs your platinum hair to make your head go up, your face closer to his. “And you’ll cum on my cock.” He says against your lips. 

You kind of don’t care about the ‘rule’ he has, because as soon as you feel the hot breath of his hit your lips, you lean slightly to kiss him, even if the grip on your hair makes it painful. And to your surprise, he doesn’t pull away. 

There is lewdness as his cock opens your cunt, sloppy sounds and moans that spilled from your mouth over and over again. You had to squeeze your eyes shut due to the pleasure, focusing only on the feeling of him.

Your cunt felt on fire, you could only imagine how it felt around him, but you are getting so overwhelmed with pleasure that your right hand grip on his shoulder hard. You take the reins of your pleasure, moving your hips up and down, trying to get every grasp of pleasure. 

The position not only makes you shake with mind blowing pleasure, but also presents all of your tits on Aemond’s face, jumping in front of him as his dick hits the deepest part of you. 

“Fuck, princess” he mutters, another harsh spank on your ass that makes your moan loudly. 

He had the girth that you needed to feel full. He made you feel more than that, you felt alive. Truly alive. The head of his manhood hitting repeatedly all of the right parts, making you moan, his hand gripping on your ass as he also felt the same pleasure.

“I’m going to cum inside you, princess” he says. And that’s all it takes for you to cum on his cock.

You shake as your orgasm hits you, your thighs feel mire forced to be open, and your cunt craves to feel his cum flooding your insides, filling you with his seed. You craved it so bad; it had you moaning more and more.  

Aemond uses your body, still shaking and limper to fuck you, his cock full of your juices as he groans, throwing his head back as he mutters some words in high Valyrian, cumming hard in your welcoming pussy. 

“Iksā sepār hae zirȳla.  Hylagon hae zirȳla.  Aōha kepa se kesā sagon ñuha morghon.  JēDar hen iksā ñuhon” Aemond groans his grip firm as he makes sure not a drop of his cum gets out of your pussy. 

As you catch your breath, you feel a bit limp on Aemond’s chest. He was sweaty, so were you. And you were tired, feeling the bruises of his marks on your delicate skin. You feel his seed coming out of your cunt, and that makes you whimper. 

“You are beautiful” He murmurs, his thumb caressing your lower lip. You take it on your mouth, playfully, sucking it just a bit to tease him. Aemond hums, very pleased. “Just like your father” 

As he extends his arm, he takes the bad of coins, and takes some of them into his hand, showing the gold to you.

“Full of it, just for you.” Prince Aemond murmurs, his hand caressing your lower back. “But you have to be just mine” he warns, possessive just like a man from his position is. 

You sigh, taking one of the coins with your fingers and inspectionating it. A bag full of dragon coins. You could see the face of Jaehaerys I, and turning it around is the profile of a dragon. 

“No men. No flirting. No whoring around” he says, whispering in your ear. “Just mine. Could you do that, princess?”

If you could do that? You don’t mind whoring around, you didn’t hide being hedonistic. Be his? Not hard. But be a princess? Could you do that?

“Of course I will, my prince.” 

[jyoongim]

DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE

Word count 1.1k

”he’s a wolf in disguise

but I can’t stop staring in those evil eye

i asked my girlfriend if she’d seen you ‘round before

she mumbled something while she got down on the floor

we’ve might have fucked, not really sure, don’t quite recall

but something tells me that I’ve seen him yeah

that boy is a monster”

alastor x burlesque!reader pt 1

An inaccurate southerner 1920 fic.

I am Black sooooo reader is black for the sake of this and so is Alastor cause that’s a black man idc idc idc fight a skunk.

Monster by lady Gaga really had my juices flowing

themes: Alastor himself is a warning,

violence,

alcohol use,

 drug use, 

nsfw, 

teasing, flirting, taunting, smut, 

banter, possessive/protective behavior  

You hummed a little tune as Mimzy finished doing your makeup and hair. 

Tonight was your first debut at the club and you were excited to be the opening act.

You ran your hands over the tight corset in an attempt to soothe the nervousness that was trying to settle in your belly. You adjusted the feathered headpiece as Mimzy finally finished everything with hairspray (why did set your makeup as well….oh well).

You were finishing up putting on your jewelry when you heard Mimzy gasped, you turned seeing her poking her head out to look out the door out to the growing crowd.

you fixed your lips to ask her what had her so shocked, when she twirled around, eyes wide and excited “He’s here! I can’t believe he here!”

You blinked, confused “who is here Mimzy? One of your little boy toys? Or someone you owe?”

she flipped you off before smirking “what you live under a rock doll? Him! Hell’s Stereo himself!”

Your eyes widened as you gawked “No way!” You ran over to the door to peep without people seeing you and your eyes settled on a lone red, lanky demon sitting at the bar. You couldn’t really see him well from where your dressing room but before you could crane your head out further, Mimzy pulled you back in

”You are suppose to be a surprise doll! Can’t let that lot get a eyeful without proper payment now can we?”

You soon forgot about the red demon as you primped a bit more, chatted with some of the other dancers, and laughed with Mimzy.

 The lights in the club had finally dimmed and Mimzy slapped you on the ass, leaving your dressing room “Knock ‘em dead doll!”

You took a deep breathe as you heard the band begin to play your song.

You straightened your back, and took on a composure that oozed seduction and confidence.

Hearing the beat of the music, you waltzed out onto the stage, giant feathered fans concealing yourself.

The whistles and catcalls never failed to make you nervous, but you used it to fuel your confidence.

You pivoted around the stage, teasing those who tried to steal a look around the fans.

A swing lowered and you took a seat on it and as it rose into the air, you finally revealed yourself in all your glammed glory.

the spotlight prevented you front seeing much of the crowd but your were Able to spot Mimzy, who was chatting with the red demon from earlier.

Your body moved on autopilot, maybe it was from hours of practice or maybe it was because the red demon was drop dead gorgeous. 

He was a rather tall fellow, at least compared to Mimzy.

Lanky build adorned in a red pinstriped suit with a black bowtie. He had a bob-like hair cut, the tips black that was cut into an undercut. Protruding on top of his bang were two little antler like horns and

omg were those ears???? His ears mixed with the color of his hair. 

They reminded you of a deer’s. They seemed to stay alert, sticking forward, never flickering.

His eyes were a bright red, like rubies.

and he had a ever-present sharp smile.

Uncanny. But OH  he was so pretty.

You locked eyes and automatically you flashed him a flirty wink. You half expected him to throw a wink or look away, but instead he held your gaze as he raised his glass in acknowledgment. You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to focus on your performance.

You swung and twirled on your little perch. Slowly, you started to remove pieces of your costume.

You perched yourself alongside a gentleman and smirked as he practically melted at your touch. You wrapped your boa around his neck and  pressed your fingers lightly to his mouth; he smirked, nipping at your fingertips and slowly dragging your glove off. You glided through the crowd, losing a piece of clothing here and there.

By the time you circled around to the bar, Mimzy was drunk and dancing along to the music and the mysterious demon was tracking your movements.

Hitting a little jig with Mimzy, you were intending to make your way to the lanky devil, when an arm circled around your waist and tugged you into a fella, who obviously had been drinking waaaay too much.

”why don’cha take the rest of these off princess?” He took a swig of whatever cheap liquor and leered at you “i like a gal dripped only in jewels” he snickered.

You frowned and tried to play off his perversion.”sorry dearest but I fear i am simply too much for you” you slapped his hand off of you and made your way to the bar.

Taking a seat, you ordered a bottle of whiskey and manners be damned, you chugged it for a good second.

maybe this’ll put you back in a good mood.

you were too busy sipping your sorrows you didn’t notice that a dark presence had settled beside you.

“And here I thought you were just pretty entertainment ” a deep brawl said from behind you. You turned and let out a soft squeak at the close proximity of the demon you had been eyeing all night. He cocked his head, mouth stretched in a big smile, showing off his sharp teeth. “You kept me waiting for a while doll” 

You could blame the courage on the whiskey, but you smirked at him coyly “and who might you be?” The red demon crouched to your level and raised your bare hand to his lips, keeping eye contact as his grin widened “Alastor doll. Pleasure to meet to you”

[serejae]

AS LONG AS WE KEEP IT LOWKEY | BND

pairing : idol!bnd x idol!reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - idol bnd meeting a idol that caught them in love at first sight based on this anon <3, this lowk sucked bc i never wrote a idol au before buttttt

w.c : 1241 | @onedoornet

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SUNGHO :

as jaehyun started to announce the m countdown winner, sungho silently hoped that boynextdoor would win but your group won. he was a bit disappointed but was happy another groups efforts were appreciated. he turned around and spotted your group bowing to everyone around them as you started singing. as your group made it to boynextdoor he bowed quickly but looked up slightly to take a better look at you. you were something he had never seen before, taking his breath away and also taking notes that you could sing very well, but as you bowed your headpiece to your outfit fell off. his mouth went to go form a :0

as he got down to pick it up and hand it to you. you thanked him and he nodded walking off stage and taking some last glances at you (you looked back at me once, but i looked back two timessssss)

as he got out of frame from the camera he watched you from the sidelines and smiled slightly. once your group finished he left quickly, but when he saw you walking in the hallway as he was sitting in boynextdoor’s lounge room he smiled and searched you up on google to watch your fancams and know more about you to hopefully start a conversation next time

RIWOO :

riwoo was told he would have a duet dance performance but was never told what idol. he sat on the practice room floor as he waited for you, rather annoyed that you were late all he could do was sit there and huff. when you ran in through the doors riwoo looked up and as he was going to say something about you being late but he paused. he looked up with mouth agape as you bowed apologizing profusely. the boy shook his head and stood up to bow to you “its fine” he said as if he wasnt bothered 2 minutes ago. you both continued the practice and helped each other at parts you guys lacked, and after a bit riwoo and you got the dance down. “just a couple more practices and it’ll be perfect” you spoke up drinking your water as he nodded. he knew you were a good dancer seeing some of your performances but seeing it upclose made riwoo admire you more as he got a upclose of your face. the expressions you make when youre happy, focused, or stressed.

watching you pack up your things he didnt want to wait until the next practice to meet you again “hey” he spoke up catching your attention, his face was fully blushed at this point but he managed to kick the words out “do you…wanna join me for dinner? its late and we worked hard today”

JAEHYUN :

jaehyun was interacting with onedoors in the crowd in his mc costume when suddenly they started looking at the screen behind him in awe. he turned around to look at the big screen projecting the videos the idols performances that theyll interview today. thats when he saw you, he paused as the cameraman zoomed into your face for the ending fairy and did his little smirk, you were perfect. he turned the door that he expected you and your group to come out in in a couple minutes before taking his spot as the cameras start rolling. jaehyun cheesed at his having the thought of being able to talk to you in his mind, he played out the whole interaction hoping that itll be you that he doing your groups choreos to on the stage with. as the doors opened he leans slightly to get a sight of you, grinning he stepped back and started the interview.

jaehyun wanted to impress you and look cool making a good first impression but he completely blew it and made a fool of himself in front of you. he stuttered over his lines, he did get to do the dance with you on stage but tripped, and when you sang live he opened his mouth to go ‘wow’ but burped making everyone laugh and left him red. afterward when your group left, he excused himself to go to the restroom but chased after you hoping to start a conversation, he wasn’t gonna let the love of his life leave like that (he just met you)

TAESAN :

koz finally allowed taesan to have his own solo song on boynextdoors new album but decided that only under the condition that he has a feature of their choice. other than that he had free range, and he wasnt complaining. the company had told him that you would be his feature the morning of and he hasnt stopped sweating since. all the keys on the recording studio's desk had been sweating as he adjusted them to make it perfect for you. he had admired your work and effort ever since he was a trainee and to record a song with you? please his blood pressure is going up. as the receptionist lets taesan know that youre on your way up he pats off the sweat on his hands and took some deep breathe. as you walk in he changes to his calm persona and greets you like he wasn’t panicking. he bowed to you and brought you into the recording box making a mental note in his head how beautiful you look in person. you start getting situated, adjusting your headphones and moved the mic closer to you. taesan sat back and tilted his head getting a good look at you. hes only ever saw you on the screens or in ads but never in person. he was lucky enough to get this close to you.

he listened to you sing with a faint smile on his face. taesan saw the time go by and realized that you were almost finished. not wanting to let go of you yet he kept asking you to redo certain parts, but after he saw how tired you were getting he shyly asked “can you help me edit this? im not sure if it sounds good?” knowing damn well he knew it sounded good

LEEHAN :

leehan stood by you awkwardly taking some glances at you ad the cameraman adjusted the camera. when leehan first met up with you he paused when he saw you. you were like a ray of sunshine, his eyes fell into their boba position as he looked at you and realized a few seconds later that you were bowing to him. he caught himself quickly and bowed as well, “its an honor to work with you” you laughed making his cheeks go pink. anything you say is just lalalalalove to him, he thanks you and starts teaching you the dance. he saw you struggle to hold your shoulders in place as you did the footwork and chuckled slightly. leehan walked over to you and held your shoulders down for you as you did the footwork “better?” he said softly with a pink hue to his face to which you nodded thanking him.

as you guys filmed the video he kept glancing over at you and at the end threw an arm over you while pointing at the camera. as you rewatched the video and were satisfied he kept his eye on your reaction and smiled

“lets work together next time hm?” leehan said as you both walked your separate ways hoping he’ll get to film with you again

[moist-for-xavier]

Why didn’t they arrive?

♡ summary: the trailblazers never came to Penacony (Sunday x ballet! gender neutral!reader)

♡ genre: smut, bit angst

♡ warnings: non-con/dub-con, mind control, size difference, SPOILERS FOR 2.2 MAIN QUEST

♡ word count:553

♡ a/n: I’m not entirely sure if I portrayed him correctly. But I’m still working on it

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The music flowed all around you as you danced in the Grand Theatre. The Harmonious Choir sung beautifully everywhere, from every corner of the theatre. Their divine voices were almost deafening, forcing themselves into your head and causing an uncomfortable colourful hallucination at the edges of your vision.

You moved en pointe with your arms above your head, your chest heaving. As a popular ballet dancer from the Iris Family, you were invited into the Charmony Festival program. You diligently practiced in the theatre under the watchful eye of Sunday himself. Sometimes he’d even come over to help you stretch or bring your leg closer to your torso during a penche. His lithe hands always traversing your body, pushing you closer together, not stopping even when you whine and cry out in pain. Even going as far as to push you further. Only for him to yank his hands back as if your flesh burnt him. He’d glance down at his hands and stomp off, leaving you crumbled on the floor in pain.

It felt strange dancing under such a large machine watching you. You knew Sunday was inside. You heard his voice, his disembodied voice calling from all around the Theatre about how beautiful you are. That your dance is neat and orderly just how he always imagined it. The Choir fell silent as you took a deep bow not in front of the benches where the audience was meant to be, but towards the large machine that has grown known as ‘Dominicus the Wisher of Harmonious Choir’ or just Dominicus. At first it was meant to be Robin, guiding the Harmonious Choir during the performances. But Sunday has taken up this position after Robin refused to serve the Order.

Dominicus reached out its hand to you, looking at you despite having no eyes.

“Come!”

Sunday’s composed voice boomed from everywhere around you, prompting you to shudder and climb up onto the enormous golden hand of the Harmonic String. You stumbled as it brought you up towards the unmoving alabaster lips of the mask the Dominicus had. You felt the stare of the Chordmaster on you, making you whimper in fear. You reached out your hands, touching the cold mask and reaching out to press a chaste kiss towards its lips. You thought this would be the end of it, until Sundays disembodied voice sighed in pleasure, making you jump back. The hallucinations around the edges of your vision got brighter, the pounding in your head more severe. You tried to jump off his hand despite the risk of death but your body wouldn’t move. It just stood there while the hand moved up towards the centre of Dominicus’ headpiece that opened up to reveal Sunday. His wings spread around his body and head, puffing up in arousal as he gazed upon your willing form.

“Come, my love. I can finally have you without your struggle…”

He smiled and outstretched his hand to you which you involuntarily grabbed and jumped across the gap into his arms. Your mind screamed and cried, your consciousness getting a beating from the mind control he’d been using. A single tear streaked down your cheek as he kissed you gently, his hand travelling up your thigh under your skirt.

Why didn’t the trailblazers arrive with their invite?

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♡ a/n: I’m inclined to write more for ballet!reader because I just love the idea. But lmk if I should or shouldn’t. I’ll write for almost anyone. Just request something. I’m out of ideas :,)

[formlines]

Interwoven

Cori Savard

from the website: "Inspired by the intricate beauty of Naaxiin, this print is a celebration of Maat (Mountain Goat). Our people have long recognized the value and quality of Maat’s wool, and have been weaving the finest regalia with it for centuries. By giving its wool, Maat weaves together the lives of the many people involved in the extensive process of creating Naaxiin regalia. Hunters, weavers, bark harvesters, formline artists and dancers alike. The intricacy of the weaving, accomplished by the formidable skill of the artist, pays the highest respect to Maat as great robes, aprons, leggings, headpieces and pouches adorn our people and come to life in sacred ceremony."

[coldfanbou]

Dressing Up For Darling

Alright, well, here we go with this one. Sunmi is definitely softer than Hwasa was in the last fic I wrote. A little bit of cosplay for the tired idol.

Length 1.9K

Sunmi x F reader

Making her way home from a rough practice session, Sunmi just wanted to rest. She was sweaty and tired. “Agh!” Sunmi shouted as she struggled with the door to her apartment. She had a harsh frown on her from her earlier dance practice. The constant mistakes of the backup dancers had gotten on her nerves, and the last thing she needed was for the door to make things difficult. She tried a few more times to open the door, but each time it rejected her. Sunmi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself so she wouldn’t do anything rash. She punched in her code again, and this time, the door unlatched. 

Inside the home, you kick your feet as you watch TV. Your ears perk up as you hear the door open, and you walk to the front door, poking your head from behind the wall to see your lover coming in. You give her a soft smile, and as Sunmi looks up, she gives you one in return. “How was your day?”

“It was rough,” Sunmi says in an annoyed tone. You walk up to her, taking her sweatshirt off her. “Things just haven’t been good.” Sunmi begins to strip out of all her clothes. You feel the heat rush to your face as she pulls off her top; her white bra keeps her breasts hidden from you, but it’s only for a moment. You watch her toss her bra to the ground, her heavy breasts swaying now that they are free of their confines. “That feels so much better.” Sunmi groans as she cups her breasts, giving them a slight squeeze before bending over as she pulls down her sweatpants and panties in one motion. You gulp and stand there, stunned at her beauty.  As your eyes move down her body, you spot her flaccid cock swing between her legs. 

“I-uh, got your bath ready for you.” You tell her. 

“Thanks, baby,” she says, planting her lips on yours for a brief second. I really need you tonight.” She whispers into your ear as she passes you and heads into the bathroom. You grab the clothes she had laid on the floor and bring them to her room, clinging to them as you use your back to push the door open. You place them into a hamper before heading to the closet. You thought that maybe Sunmi needed something special to lift her spirits. 

Looking through the closet, you don’t spot very much until you reach the end. It was a cosplay you had made but hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. When you tried it on once before, Sunmi mentioned how much she’d love to see you in it again. You change into the sailor uniform, struggling as it feels tighter around your chest. Still, it was relatively easy to put on, considering you had made it all in one piece. You grab the gloves, heels, and headpiece and head over to the mirror in the corner of the room. Before putting anything else on, you look at yourself, turning around to see that the skirt is too short. Your butt stuck out. You pulled on the skirt, hoping you could cover more of your ass, but found that it wasn’t helping. 

You sigh and worry as you slip on your gloves and heels, placing the headpiece on last. Then, you sit on the bed, waiting for Sunmi to come out of the bath. It doesn’t take too much waiting; Sunmi was never one to enjoy a long bath when you were around. You hear her muffled step coming toward the bedroom and stand up, slapping your cheeks to get yourself pumped. That facade slips the moment Sunmi opens the door, still naked. She hadn’t even dried herself off completely. The remaining water runs down her body; your eyes follow one bead of water as it moves down her stomach, stopping only when it reaches her cock. It twitches as she looks over you, slowly rising. “Mars power, make-up!” You say in a less-than-confident tone. You’re slow to strike the pose that goes along with the quote, but you're still shy about the skirt being too short. You manage it somehow, turning to the side and taking a step forward. Your skirt floats momentarily, letting Sunmi notice you have no panties on.  Her cock twitches again, and she comes closer. 

There’s a sly smile on her face as she grabs your hands and pushes you onto the bed, holding them above your head as she taps your foot. You understand and spread your legs slowly, looking away from Sunmi, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. Her warm breath hits your neck before her lips touch your neck. Sunmi’s tongue runs across it; you whimper in response. “Little Sailor Mars isn’t so tough, is she?” Sunmi asks, teasing your quick submission. You feel Sunmi give you a light bite, leaving a hickey on your neck. Sunmi shifts her hands, placing one of yours on top of the other and holding them above your head so she could have a free hand. She runs it along your side, moving it up and down until she glances at your tits. Sunmi raises her hand and squeezes one, her thumb circling your nipple. You whine; Sunmi uses her nail to flick your hard nipple. She cups your tit, shaking it, amused by how soft it is, before leaving it and moving her hand down. Sunmi’s fingers move down your stomach, over your belly button, and under your red skirt. 

“Ah, Sunmi,”

“Shh, quiet Mars. I’ll tell you when to talk.” She says, her fingers running along your wet lips. She teases you by pushing the tip of her middle finger inside. “I want you to respond to me. You’re so wet. Are you looking forward to this?” You nod slowly, “Say it then.”

“I want this.” Sunmi smiles and slips two fingers inside you. You reactively raise your hips. 

“Oh, you really want this. Maybe I should move on to the real thing.” 

Sunmi pulls her fingers away and grabs her cock, rubbing it against your folds and cooing. Sunmi doesn’t ask you if you’re ready; instead, she holds onto your waist with one hand and drives her cock into you. “Oh fuck,” Sunmi moans. You feel her cock become buried inside you and throw your head back. Sunmi ultimately lets go of your hands, placing them firmly on your waist. “Little Mars hasn’t had a cock like this, has she?” 

“It’s so big,” You groan, settling into your role as Sailor Mars. 

“You’re so tight. You’re practically keeping me inside.” Sunmi slowly drags her cock out of you, your walls rubbing the tip of her cock as they close around her. Sunmi thrusts her hips forward. Your eyes flutter as you feel Sunmi’s cock kiss your womb. A loud moan comes from you, making her happy as she proceeds to pound your small body with quick thrusts. Sunmi forces your walls apart with every deep thrust. Your mind was quickly becoming mush as her cock began to bring you closer to your climax. You cup Sunmi’s cheeks, kissing her. She forces her tongue into your mouth, exploring it. Your legs wrap around Sunmi, keeping her trapped. “All you had to say was you wanted it inside.” Sunmi giggles. She plants kisses along your neck, letting your moans flow from your lips. 

“S-Sunmi, I’m going to cum.” You whine as you hold onto her shoulders. “I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!” You shout. Your body tenses up; your legs force Sunmi in deeper as your walls tighten around her cock. You feel the thick shaft throbbing inside you. “I want it.” You mumble. Sunmi continues to thrust, burying herself inside you as she cums. You feel the warm liquid flood your pussy. Your groans fill the room. As your body relaxes, Sunmi pulls your legs apart and pulls out of you. 

A shiver is sent down your spine as you feel Sunmi’s tongue move between your lips. You look down to see your lover eating you out. As her tongue pushes inside, you grip the bedsheets. “Ah, wait, it’s dirty.”  You moan, but Sunmi doesn’t respond to your words. You feel her arms wrap around your thighs. She pushes her tongue deep into your cunt, her tongue rubbing against the sides as she tastes the mixture of your nectar and her cum. You place your hand on Sunmi’s head, gently pushing her. You can feel Sunmi’s nose rub against your clit; it sends shocks throughout your system. Your lips form an O as constant moans flow from you. You feel Sunmi smile at her handiwork as she continues to lap at your cunt, her tongue moving expertly to give you the most pleasure. 

You cry out as you near another orgasm. Sunmi feels your legs tense in her arms and slows down. Your lover’s tongue robs your womb of her cum. She crawls over your body and carefully spills it onto your face. You open your mouth, allowing it to drip onto your tongue. The salty liquid sticks to your tongue, but you make it a point to show Sunmi an empty mouth. In return, she cups your cheek, her thumb gently rubbing across it. “I didn’t know Sailor Mars was so naughty.”

“Only for you,” You manage to mumble. Sunmi gently kisses your lips before rolling you onto her lap.

“I want to see you ride me.” You nod your head and grab her cock, stroking the thick shaft slowly as you align it with your cunt. You feel the head pressing against the entrance and slowly drop yourself onto Sunmi’s cock. You accidentally place your hands on her chest, feeling her soft mounds. “Why don’t you have a taste of these if you want them so bad.” She comments. You blush and lean down, kissing her breast before tracing her nipple with your tongue. Sunmi pats your head as you do this, light moans coming from her as your cunt swallows her cock with ease. You switch breasts after a time; the slow bounces on Sunmi’s cock were enough for now. Your energy was running low. Sunmi was getting tired at this point, too. She just watched you with a smile as you bounced on her cock, reveling in every movement as your walls rubbed against her cock.

She leaned up, kissing you softly before telling you to pick up the pace. “I want to see you cum, again.” She grips your waist and begins thrusting into you. Your moans slowly rise in volume as you help Sunmi reach her goal by dropping your weight onto her cock. Every time she thrusts up, you meet her in the middle. Each thrust kisses your womb, and your walls begin to tighten around her. 

“I’m cumming, Sunmi. I want to cum together, please!” You whine. Sunmi takes your hands, holding them tightly as you impale yourself on her cock. Your walls milk Sunmi, greedily taking every drop of cum from her. Her baby batter floods your womb again, filling you before seeping out of your cunt and running down her shaft. You collapse onto Sunmi’s chest, kissing her tits until she tilts your head back and kisses you again. 

“You were great, baby.” She says before giving you a slight tap on the ass.  “I really needed this.”

“Anything for you.” You mutter before resting your head against her chest and drifting off into a deep slumber with Sunmi still inside you.

[mechanized]

I like the level 100 dancer feather headpiece thing, so I stuck it on Aidan. (Also needed a clothing ref for him)

[lunannex]

Kaveh as a classical Persian dancer. Some notes about this below:

First of all, I want to point out that all of this is based on research and I’m not Persian myself (I’m Puerto Rican). It’s not 100% accurate but I tried to gather as much information as I could.

From what I read, historic performances of male dancers were common until the end of the Qajar Dynasty and beyond. Male dancers were viewed negatively due to the Iranian world’s perception of masculinity. It implied effeminacy and could even lead to disinheritance. Because of that, male dancers were (and still are) considered individuals who failed to realize idealized gender roles. As far as clothing goes, a lot of them tended to wear ambiguous clothing that had male and female elements to it.

The Qajar Dynasty had a lot of influence on the current form of Persian classical dance (that’s why it’s sometimes called Qajar Dance, and it got coined as “court dance” during that time too). I wanted to mostly base Kaveh’s outfit on fashion from that era, while still keeping elements of his in-game design. Anyway, onto the actual design!

Dancers usually use henna to draw attention to their hands and feet as they carry out movements.

Ghungroos: the anklets are used to highlight their rhythm and footwork

Jewelry: same as ghungroos, things like earrings, necklaces and bracelets were used to emphasize movementss

Khussa: during the Qajar Dynasty, many people would use those shoes with upturned toes because of how comfortable and convenient they are. They can be seen in a number of historical paintings.

Headpiece: Usually, dancers would wear something similar to a tiara or a small decorated hat with a feather at the front. The outfit is meant to be very ornate looking with bright colors to stand out and draw attention on stage.

The reason I didn’t make the skirt longer was due to a picture I found of a group of classical dancers where the male dancers seemed to wear them at knee-length.

To close this off: fuck the orientalism in this fandom.

Here you can find some of my sources

[crystalliumdaisy]

part 3 of redesigning star dresses! yukino version

part 1 and part 2

notes and close ups below <3

Hi again! ty for all the love on the lucy dresses. i’m so happy u guys love those designs as much as tho and are sick of all these bikinis!!! i’d thought i’d tackle yukinos as well as a treat <3

libra ~

- as per the other designs i had to pick a primary colour for the outfit and when designing my sag one i totes forgot libra is primarily green! so im using a more vibrant yellowy green here which i think compliments her usual colour palette and skin better

- i didn’t have much inspiration for this design other than i wanted to have a dancer vibe. i hattttee the sexualised dancer aesthetic so i really wanted to made it respectful and more elegant

- the libra sign is associated with elegance so i really wanted to capture this vibe with the long skirts and gold accents

- i adore her hair, i like the og idea of having the scales in the hair but it didn’t really make sense so i think a headpiece really works

- i also wanted her design to be completely symmetrical

pisces ~

- pisces gets black/purple and white for an accent colour, it’s kinda similar to virgos one but the white makes it different. I felt this design needed two colours (over gemini) cus the spirits are two diff colours? and i couldn’t use blue.

- similar to gemini i wanted a spilt design but without much crossing over. i wanted to have more curving fabrics to resemble their bodies

- my biggest concern was this looking to much like aquarius so instead of using lot sharper fin shapes i used more rounded ones similar to the. spirits actual fins.

- the spirit has these blue dots and i wanted to use these as pearls

- i used the fin detail in the hair for aquarius so i instead gave her little pigtails to resemble fins more subtly

and here’s the full lineup! i super enjoyed this project and i’m super proud of the results

as much as i just wanna go back and tackle lucy’s dresses again with my improved artstyle im happy with these so maybe in the couple years (i’ll do it when we get a nalu kiss /hj)

anyways i’m hope u enjoy this and lmk if u want me to tackle redesigning anything else!

[dreamerwitches]

Kit takes a shot at redoing witches part twoooo! Like before, this is my fixes for the witches, designing them solely on the doppels (or anime appearance)

Elfriede. Not too many complaints aside from balloon baby hand. Thinner hands, dress and neck are more like the doppel and i had the nails dripping on her ‘legs’ just for fun tee hee. I added arms cause I was worried it looked too much just like her doppel. On the fence about them, too much?

Zola! This was mostly just refining my pixel art version. Added the mouth I wanted as well as the gate headpiece. I think the headpiece would be too crowded in my pixel art but it might work for the full thing. I know the anime one doesn’t have the mouth but its cool okay?

Andreana. Struggled with her, I just didnt really know what to add to make it better… i liked the pose for nanaka so I stole it. Her legs are made out of ribbons from the bookmarks. Had her head cut off for a little spooky tee hee. She probably cuts so much she accidentally cuts off her limbs over time

Maura. The boring curtain. Tried my darn best to make her not boring. Behind her curtain would always be shadow with a strange figure behind it you can never quite see.

Heidesommer. I had a vision for her and I think its fun. I was inspired by may day and fertility rituals and such. She’s like a maypole and her familiars are the dancers. She’d still have her mass of flowers, I just didnt want to draw it all

Cendrillon. Another I had fun with! Why does she look nothing like her full witch..? Cause her witch looks nothing like her doppel….. Ran with the cinderella theme. This is one where I didnt really follow the anime appearance cuz um… shes Cinderella she needs a BIG. DRESS. Plus, i think her hair should stay as her head. Plus plus I think the one leg works better. I do miss the creepy faces so that might go on her body, I just missed it here. Her familiars will have the bird theme instead

Where’s Delanna? Eh, I thought her witch was fine and wasn’t totally interested in changing it

[surr3al1sm]

Personally, I headcanon that Jack is taller but the Just Dancers say Wanderlust is the tallest because of his crown. His reasoning being that he can’t take it off so therefore it’s part of him and it counts.

Does this mean that in his Swanderlust design when his chosen one crown is swapped for his headpiece he also forfeits the title of “Tallest Just Dancer” because he is no longer taller than Jack?

[eucanthos]

eucanthos

Ilse Bing photograph of dancer Willem Van Loop leaping into air in Paris, Willem Van Loon, Paris, 1932

Giovanni Battista Moroni: Portrait of a Lady in Red "La Dama in Rosso", before 1563

Ellen von Unwerth Fashion Study 1995 [leg]

Flamenco dancer's arm

Jackie Nickerson in Stressed World headpiece: Clear Head digital c-print, 2019 [inflated]

JANINGE Chair IKEA [yellow]

[bokunosoul]

Monster in paris

Donquixote Doflamingo x Showgirl! Reader

NSFW

Warnings : Pr-stitution, s-x, c-nnilingus, f-replay, s-xual stuff

A night in 1920 in the capital of france in paris is an night where you can find your desires. In dark alleyways, bars, parks and by the moonlit night, especially the so called Moulin Rouge.

The night was busy as always, a bunch of high class men in suits surrounded with women wearing skimpy clothing pouring wine on their glasses and giggling.

They all turned their gaze on you, eyes wide open and jaw on the floor and the men in suits shooed away the women.

"You indeed is looking fine as the wine i'm drinking tonight."

"If your thinking that i would offer to sell myself to you, i would not, boys."

Uninterested you turned away back at them and walked away. Ugh, this men looked disgusting. The men that i slept last month was more hot and rich, not old and saggy.

Heading off to your personal dressing room, you sighed and plopped yourself into your chair facing the mirror.

You stand up and started changing onto your costume. It was a red feathery bra, bottoms, a heavy red feather headpiece and of course the pair nude heels.

"Well well, as if it's the one and only Y/N, what does it feels like to be at the bottom?"

Sara snorted and pinched my cheeks. I rolled my eyes and pushed her away in annoyance.

"I'm going to tell you this since were 'friends'."

She said while putting on her lipstick infront of the mirror.

"Then get straight to the point."

"Still prickly as always, anyways, A mafia boss, will come to our show tonight and will pick a dancer to entertain him privately, I heard it's the spanish mafia boss, Donquixote Doflamingo."

She said estatic and squealing.

"And i am confident that it will be me the one and only."

You ignore her and just decided to go on applying your makeup. You have no interest in such things but when it involves money, that's when.

"Not interested huh?, well that's good. Well then looser, toodles."

That guy huh, i heard that man is no good. Killing people who betrayed him, dealing drugs all over europe. The Donquixote family was notorious and most wanted mafia of all. Talk about being the most powerful dangerous man in Spain.

Well it's an old man i think, and that women in this place are going after him because of his fortune.

You shrugged it off, finishing your makeup and hair and went off to stage in line with the dancers.

As the curtain rises, the lights pointed at us, the jazz music played by the orchestra the crowd went crazy, whistling, hooting and shouting.

You smiled confidently and started swaying your hips and body to the beat. Legs kicking up and down back and forth and tumbling from left to right.

You suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring over in the crowd. You stare into the front row of seats. There a man in pink feathery coat, sunglasses and a suit stares into you with interest.

'Who the hell wears sunglasses in the night?'

Like any normal dancer would do you smiled at him and shrugged it off and continued dancing. As the final position in the stage come, you set foot in the middle of the stage.

The crowd applaused as the curtain goes down and the dancers dispersed.

You let out a sigh of relief and went to your dressing room to change into a a flapper dress. Your ears perked up as you heard a knock on the door.

"Y/N, the boss said someone wants to meet you at the bar area, come quickly."

"Yes, i will be right there in a moment."

After you finished touching up and changing, you went ahead to the bar. You sat into the bar stool and ordered an blue gin.

Someone sat beside you as you drink. You turned your head to look at who it was.

"Oh, is it you who requested my audience?" you said. Looking at the man with the large pink feather coat you smiled at earlier.

"Fufufufu, yes i am." the man said in a peculiar tone whilst looking at you.

"Well, my prices are very high." you teased the man with the shades, slowly travelling up your dainty hands through his chest. He seemed good looking and it would be such a waste to let the money go down the drain.

"Name it. "

"Hmmmmm, well then here are my rates, Making out with me is 200 francs, showing you my body is 300 francs, watching you while touching myself is 800 francs, 900 for a blowjob, touching my body will cost 1000 francs, and hearing me moan will be 1400 francs."

He stayed quiet, admiring your face. Smiling you took a sip of your drink . 'This man is broke, this deal will get nowhere'.

"If your just wasting my time, then goodb---." you turned your back against the man.

"50,000 francs, if you can entertain me."

You eyes widdened in shock, as you hear the amount of money he is offering. The man pulled a wad of cash out of his suit and waved it.

50,000 FRANCS!? you can buy yourself an house with that and never work again, i can also pay my debt in this hell hole!

As you were about to snatch the wad of cash in his arms you tripped and fell into his chest.

"What a naughty girl you are fufufufu, i'll give you the money later after."

You crossed your arms and look at the man up and down. Well, for starters atleast he looks decent and hot.

"Then follow me."

Turning back you started walking to lead him into your room. The man stands up followed into my room. Come to think of it, i haven't know this mans name yet.

"What is your name Mr.?"

You asked as you are busy fumbling into your keys for your chambers.

"Doflamingo, Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your eyes widened as you heard the name.

"Hah, what a joke."

He just laughed again in that peculiar manner and went towards the room with you. With the influence of alcohol your mind was started to become hazy.

You pushed him off lazily at the side of your bed and started to take off your clothing. Your dress fell into the floor which revealed the red lingerie you are wearing.

Cupping his face and staring at his eyes you sat comfortably at his lap. Your and the mans tongue fight with each other in delight and his hands roaming around your body.

"HEY!"

Startled you yelled as he ripped your bra revealing your plump breast and perked up nipples.

"Fufufufufufufu excited already darling?"

He said and started to lick your chest onto your breasts. Fuck, this man is not to be underestimated.

He slammed you into the bed and ripped your panties. Your breath hitches as he stares into your eyes whilst having those cocky grin of his.

"It's unfair, i'm the only one who's naked." you pouted at him and rolled your eyes.

Without a response, he lifted up your leg onto his shoulder and started kissing your feet onto your thighs.

"FUCK!~."

You cursed as he shoved his slender fingers onto my entrance mercilessly.

Meanwhile you just looked away, you can't believe that this was happening. It was the very first time you felt excited doing something like this.

"Does that feel good?"

You just blushed and covered your embarassed and nodded.

Doflamingo smirked as your faces become closer and our bodies pressed together heatedly against the bed, as our lips pressed together and our tongues battle in dominance, only the strong taste of rum lingers into your mouth and one of his slender fingers teased your clit, making you hum in delight.

"Ohhhh-yes! "

He suddenly grabbed your waist and rammed it straight to his manhood, you screamed in shock. This man was so big, and you can't really fit inside him. It's been 6 months since you last have sex , so pain would be expected.

Tears started to run down your eyes as you looked away at him and burrying your nails in his muscular back.

"Your so fucking tight. "

He panted, still holding your waist, then caressing it slowly. It stayed like that for a few seconds then, it was replaced by an addicting sensation of pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhh! hah~. "

You cried out as his cock is fully inside you, making you feel so full. He chuckles and licks your earlobe, making you shudder.

"So, tell me who do you belong to? Slut. "

"I-i don't belong to no one. "

"Are you sure? "

You feel him grin and caressed your breasts and pinched your hardened nipples.

"Hmmmm, what about now?"

He said and thrusted his length inside your needy cunt. This man, he's so fucking good. You feel ashamed making those lewd faces infront of him and giving in.

"Oh~sir! I fucking like that. "

"Fufufu, say that again darling. "

"I fuckin' love your cock, please...."

You fell down onto your knees and kneeled. Doflamingo smirked and cupped your cheeks before pulling your hair back.

"Then suck. "

You lovingly obliged to his requests and started pumping his length back and fourth, giving licks there and then and sucking on his balls.

This man was addicting, or maybe this was just the alcohol that got you crazy. But this was the first time in years you got so excited.

He kept whispering dirty things in your ear while thrusting his cock inside you.

"Ah!!!!! I think i'm going to-."

"Not yet. "

The door swung open revealing Sara, her eyes widened in shock while you just turned to look at her with a flushed lewd face.

"W-what the fuck?!? "

She cursed, as she saw your naked body curled up against the man he's targetting.

"Fuck. i did not get to come. " you said annoyed, your arms still wrapped around his neck.

"Fufufufu, easy there y/n, we still got plenty of time left. "

Doflamingo said and slapped your butt and laughed. Sara, was still in shock standing there like a deer in headlights.

"Do you want to join? "

You asked then chuckled kissing your beloved client----Doflamingo. She bit her lip and slammed the door walking away.

"Fufufufu, what do you say, be mine or stay here? "

"Well, i am a very very expensive woman, Doffy. But i think i would give you a chance. "

You stood up and walked towards the window overlooking the eiffel tower, he kissed your shoulder and said.

"If that what's make you happy, my queen. "

NOT SO FUN FACT : Showgirls date back to the late 1800s in Parisian music halls and cabarets such as the Moulin Rouge, Le Lido, and the Folies Bergère. The trafficking of showgirls for the purposes of prostitution was the subject of a salacious novel by the nineteenth-century French author Ludovic Halévy.