#juicy jewellery

[xxxxbs-world]

Me da miedo jamás salir de este dolor, que en noches como hoy se hace más presente, y es difícil pensar que todo va bien cuando mi mente se encarga de sabotearlo. ¿Cuándo seré lo suficientemente fuerte para dejar de sentir esto?

[viennaswcrld]

𝑉𝐼𝐸𝑁𝑁𝐴’𝑆 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑫𝑹 𝐶𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸𝑇

EVERYDAY ATTIRE.

although vienna bardot is most known for her high fashion career, on a daily basis she gets spotted in quite average clothing, ranging from short skirts and tight t-shirts, to the iconic juicy couture tracksuit - always, of course, wearing her gold jewellery.

F*CK COCAINE LET’S GET HIGH ON FASHION.

CLUBBING ATTIRE.

bardot has been spotted heading to the club more times than we can count, always dressed to turn heads. whether draped in leopard print or barely dressed at all, she knows how to make an entrance - and leave an impression.

GET IN LOSER WE'RE GOING SHOPPING.

FORMAL ATTIRE.

when it comes to award shows, bardot brings the same head-turning energy with a touch of old-hollywood glamour. she favors curve-hugging silk gowns, daring thigh-high slits, and plunging necklines that strike the perfect balance between elegance and seduction.

heavy ib from @elysian-fawn's obx dr closet <3

[mourning-sapphire]

bruised fruit | aemond targaryen | teaser

Summary: he wasn’t the warmest man on earth, he walked ashed fields and scattered fruitless seeds, that was until the sun delivered him the ripest fruit from the arbor, his to harvest. The story of a man learning to love his saccharine ladywife and all her softness.

Pairing: aemond targaryen x redwyne!wife

Warnings: For this teaser, none.

Word count: 2067

a/n: Just a small teaser to introduce our lady Redwyne - enjoy~

“I’ve heard they’re closer to the gods than any of us,” She could hear the tinkling voices of the maids from her place on the balcony, their hands busy packing her things into trunks, “Some say they shed their skins at night for their true scales” The giggles were something the young Redwyne girl would miss in these moments.

“Gods can you imagine,” She could hear the deep laugh of the older maid, Meredyth, chortle, “Waking up next to one and seeing those slits of eyes, gods i'd be paralysed.”

“Oh, I’d scream the bloody keep down!” Tayra, one of her other maids gasped out loud with a ringing laugh, “Run for Visenya’s hill and walk on foot back here.” Their laughter was infectious, and she felt her chest rumble with amusement.

They never heard her coming as she rose from her hammock on the balcony, bare feet warm against the stone as she strode back into her chambers; the sheer curtains kissing her shoulders as she peeped back in with a smile.

“I’ve heard their hair is silver because once upon a time a dragon rider flew to the moon,” Her voice was a gentle tilt as she smirked softly, the maids turning with wide eyes as they listened to her, “And the gods decided to spin magic into the strands, blessing them for making the long journey.”

There was a pause as she stopped with a smile before the women in the room started laughing again, their laughter contagious as the winter fever as she settled on her day bed, body warm from outside with a content sigh; her fan doing little to cool the heat of outside.

“Now that’s a story,” Meredyth smirked, her hands busy folding one of her summer dresses, “Be sure to tell your silver prince that one, petal, you might just make him laugh for once.” She could only roll her eyes.

“Be nice,” She sighed softly, relaxing into the daybed, “I’m sure he’s not what the stories make him out to be, Meredyth.”

“I’ve heard he hides his eye because the other could turn someone to stone,” The youngest maid, Mara, tutted softly, “Careful, my lady, lest they ship you back here to be a pretty statue in the gardens” She could only smile softly at that.

“Really?” The Lady Redwyne smiled as Tayra piped up, “I’ve heard he’s a ferocious fighter, trained by a man from Dorne; but prettier than the rest of them” Tayra huffed with a smile as she was packing up the jewellery.

“The Targaryen’s are pretty…” Meredyth sighed wishfully, her smile was almost a smirk as she recalled something beyond their years, “I remember seeing Prince Aemon in my younger years, now that was a prince” She raised her eyebrows lustfully at the young girl.

“Was there ever a Targaryen that wasn’t pretty?” She could only tilt her head as she sighed out her question, her hand delicately moving her fan to keep her cool, “I’ve heard stories that they’re just born looking godly, it’s unfair really.”

“Isn’t he called one-eye?” Tayra stopped packing to ask with a furrowed brow, “Something about losing an eye at a young age?”

“Does it matter?” She sighed softly, her hand reaching for a glass of chilled fruit juice; the juicy peach taste coating her mouth delectably, “Tis only an eye, he seems like a strong man regardless if the stories are anything to go by.”

“Let’s hope he isn’t like the other prince~” Mara sang softly, “My sister told me, that someone who works there told her that the Keep is constantly having to find new maids because the older prince Aegon is too... Handsy” Mara received a smack from Meredyth at that.

“Don’t scare the girl, Mara” Meredyth hissed softly, her eyes looking at the young Redwyne as she lounged on the daybed; the beginning of her lip starting to worry with her teeth, “I’ve heard the two princes are completely different, Prince Aemond takes after his mother.”

Alicent Hightower.

She could scarcely remember the woman, but she remembers her father Otto visiting The Arbor some years ago for business; or friendship, her father was a funny man to understand sometimes so people visiting could never pinned for business or pleasure. But from what she understood, the Queen was devoted and tense, but a lady in every textbook definition of the word.

“Well, if he’s anything like the youngest, Daeron, I’m sure he’s a charmer” Tayra mentioned with a soft smirk towards the young girl.

“Isn’t the youngest more Hightower than Targaryen?” Mara raised an eyebrow at Tayra, her hand stopping folding nightgowns, “He’s been in Oldtown since he was a lad, has he not?”

“Does he have a dragon?” Meredyth rolled her eyes, the crow’s feet around her eyes smoothing out at she looked at her two younger maids with a look that said ‘tread carefully’.

“Well yes,” Tayra hummed, “A blue thing from what I’ve heard from the mainlanders, couldn’t tell you the name.”

“Then he’s a Targaryen,” Meredyth tilted her head for a second, “The royal family and their bloody… Lizards” She mumbled as she folded yet another gown

She could only repress a soft smirk at that, truthfully, she’d never imagined ever meeting a dragon – let alone marrying someone who had one, but she supposed that this was going to be her new life now. A princess of the Realm who shared a bed with a dragon rider.

“Do you think the prince will show you his dragon?” Mara asked innocently, “He rides Vhagar doesn’t he? The last of the big dragons or something...” Mara waved her hand like she was trying to recall some intricate title, but the little lady Redwyne could see the smirks forming on Tayra’s and Meredyth’s faces at her wordage.

“Oh, I’m sure that the prince will show her his dragon alright,” Tayra smirked lustfully, much to Mara’s shock whose jaw dropped; Meredyth cackling as she watched the two girls, “If you catch my drift.” Tayra winked at her.

“Tayra,” Mara screeched softly, her face aflame as she threw one of her rolled-up nightgowns at her, “Not in front of the Lady” Tayra reached over to swat her for that.

“It’s alright, Mara,” Her face was aflame much like Mara’s, the implications of Tayra’s words warming her cheeks more than the blistering sun outside, “You can speak freely, I must be prepared I guess.”

“Are you nervous?” Meredyth asked softly as she placed some of her gowns gently in the trunk, “Meeting the man you’re going to marry is no easy task, it’s okay if you are” She could have smiled at that.

Despite having four sisters of her blood, the little lady Redwyne was the youngest of the bunch, and by the time she had reached her moon’s blood; her sisters had been off into the world and married to various lords of the Realm. She rarely had women to counsel her and soothe her fears, her mother no longer with them, so she was thankful for her gaggle of maids; they took care of her like they were her blood.

Meredyth was the oldest of them all, a woman well into her fifties, who had served her family since she was a young girl; she had seen every side of her and her family, travelled with them everywhere, and took care of the young girl when her Septa’s could no longer handle her. She was less a mother figure and more an aunt, her tongue loose like she wasn’t serving a lord and his family, but her openness was welcome.

Tayra and Mara were her wards in a sense, she showed them the ropes of the house; made sure they did every task to her perfection but remained youthful and fun. She’d be damned if she saw their light go out despite their position. They were like the little Redwyne’s sisters in a sense, they joked and prodded each other like so, and made sure that she was never lonely in the large house.

So, she felt comfortable joking and gossiping with them like this, her oldest friends in a sense, there to soothe her worries about the new chapters in her life.

“Truthfully?” The young woman hummed softly, looking down into her glass of juice, “I’m terrified, being away from home… It’s an ache in my chest that I can’t seem to shake” She tutted softly, taking a sip.

Her eyes were cast out the open doors of her balcony; her room faced the cliffs that overlooks the crystal clear waters of the Arbor. The air a mix of salt and the waft of florals that kicked from the fruit fields.

“I’m not sure what scares me more,” She shrugged, “Not seeing this place for a while, or the fact that I am going to get married to a man I’ve never met.”

“It’s okay to be scared, petal” Meredyth sighed softly, dropping her folding to wander and sit on the edge of her daybed, her hand reaching and squeezing her knee through her dress, “No one expects you to just be completely okay with being sent to King’s Landing.” Her lips pursed at that.

“You won’t be alone,” Mara settled down on the ground in front of the day with a gentle smile, her hand reaching out to touch her arm, “Meredyth will be with you, and your father till the wedding is over…”

“Yes, I know…” She sighed placing her glass off to a side table, “But what if we do not get along, what if he hates me?” Her eyes were wide as she stared at the two of them scared as a lamb.

It was a possibility she had rolled around her head in the many days since her father had told her she was going to be married; the prospect of marriage was something she knew would happen but just not like this. She was well over-considered ‘of age’ but she never thought it would be to a prince of the Realm, she thought as the youngest she would marry a lord of the reach and that would be it.

She remembered her father’s face as she was summoned to his study, that afternoon he broke the news to her. The way he looked both overjoyed and hesitant to talk to her; she could tell as soon as she entered the sun-washed room that whatever he had to say, was going to change her life.

“Sit, my petal,” Runce Redwyne was weathered by the years as Lord of the Arbor; his once orange hair was faded to a grey, tufts of the burning stands still visible in the sun, and his face tense and aged from years of dealing with five daughters and no sons, “We must speak.”

She didn't look like him, the man cursed with no sons had also been cursed with five daughters that looked exactly like their mother.

He hadn’t been the same since her mother passed from what she heard, the spark for life he has was snuffed out as he became quieter and more reclusive in his older years. She had only been a babe when a striking fever took her mother, but the pain of losing her still wore on her father’s face.  

“What was so urgent that you called me away from my studies, father?” She had asked so softly as she sat in one of the chairs that he used for when he held meetings, the leather soft and worn as she played with a string on the arm, “Is everything alright?”

“My petal” His smile was reserved but still there as he spoke the news like he was granting her the greatest wish of all, “I’ve just had an interesting proposition from King’s Landing…”

The rest of that afternoon was a blur, from the shock of hearing that her father had found a marriage for her, to the even greater shock of finding out it was to a Dragon Prince of the Realm no less; she was practically a husk of a woman by the time she’d left his study. The blood rushing in her ears, and the fright of change grasping at her heart like death's cold hands.

Marrying a Lord of the Reach was one task, having to learn to tame a dragon was out of her reach.

Full thing coming soon....

[whysoblue2]

The God of Health

As Shamura planned their conquest and the re-arranging of the Pantheon, they thought they calculated every outcome, strategized every single move and spun a thick sturdy web of plots around the chessboard, so that each little piece would fall exactly as they envisioned. But as time passed, they were put in front of the chilly realisation that they couldn’t, in fact, foresee everything. The boy had come of age, growing into a skilled strategist, a formidable warrior, competent in every weapon he had been trained with. Yet, the power hidden within his Crown remained locked, still beyond his reach! At his age, Shamura had already slain their first god. A disappointing outcome for one with such potential, but that wasn’t what troubled the spider most. He had grown to be beautiful, disarmingly so. His cult was gaining plenty of followers each day passing, a good trait, but the young God of Health had caught the attention of many, mortals and gods alike. And with attention comes trouble, with such beauty the peril of objectification, with enchanting blue eyes the risk of meeting the wrong gaze. Shamura dragged Kallamar with them on the battlefield and saw him hurt more times than they could count, but they had never felt so concerned. A young god coming to age, a juicy apple ripe for the taking, how could they shield him from the rest of the world? He wanted to be independent, the stubborn boy, but didn’t know traps lay in waiting, hungry maws ready to snap at his first weakness. The God of War was ready to face the odds on a battlefield with weapons, armies and war machines, but was unarmed against this. For the first time, Shamura was afraid. That was their little brother… No one must ever touch him.

A little HC in my AU about a very toxic sibling relationship.

Ofc, in the end, Kallamar did go ahead and slay gods, using weapons Shamura had no idea how to use. That made the two of them practically unstoppable. But Kall became the one laying traps and ensnaring prey... so much that one would ponder: who is the spider?

Thank you for reading all my ramblings about my AU... I have so much stuff cooking. This idiot is in the middle of the cauldron! Story aside, I finally finished his design and I am pretty proud of how it turned out, mostly that face and jewellery omg. I have never coloured so much gold. Ever. Lineart here!

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Tag list: @cipheress-to-k-pop @whore-of-many-hot-men @bodieohbo @anyth1ngfor0urmoony @luvlloyd @viannasthings @beef-fajitas @bubblekitts

Part 1 - previous - next

Got nothing to say other than… enjoy<3

Warnings: some juicy content and flirty comments, swearing

Lloyd POV:

When I woke up, Y/n was already looking at me as I groggily opened my eyes. I smiled and kissed her forehead, making her smiled back and cuddle into me more.

I inspected her face and noticed smudged mascara and messy eyeshadow. It seemed like she hadn’t taken her make up of the evening before, yet she still looked beautiful, especially with the morning light peeking through the curtains, shining on her beautiful hair.

“I think you forgot something, yesterday,” I pointed out to her, attempting to try and wipe away some of the mascara with my thumb but it didn’t do much good.

“Mhmm, I know,” she groaned and went to lay on her back. “My head hurts,” she whined and I chuckled before kissing her cheek and getting up.

“Stay in bed, I’ll grab you some breakfast and painkillers,” I promised and she just smiled at me from the bed, with tired eyes before closing them again to block out the light.

I headed downstairs and found Y/n’s mom there, seemingly preparing some fruit in a small colourful bowl, I guessed it was for Ace who I spotted in the living room watching tv.

“Oh, Lloyd,” she seemed a bit surprised. “Good morning to you,” she smiled warmly at me.

“Morning,” I greeted with a smile. “Y/n’s not feeling to well, I’m grabbing her some quick breakfast and some painkillers,” he explained calmly and she shook her head.

“That’s what happens after those parties, hm?” She sighed. “That girl is just like her brother,” she stated before taking the bowl of fruit on the counter. “I’ll go give this to Ace, tell my daughter that hang over or not, it’s a school day and she’s going, she knows our agreement,” and like that she left the kitchen.

I opened the fridge door before halting suddenly. Brother? Did she just say brother? There couldn’t be any way she was talking about Ace if it was about hangovers and alcohol, right?

She never mentioned another brother, maybe I was just imagining things and I didn’t understand her right. I’ll ask Y/n.

I made a quick breakfast with toast and some orange juice. I entered her room and gave her the food which she happily ate, thanking me in between bites.

“Say, love,” she hummed in acknowledgment and I continued. “Do you have another brother? Your mom mentioned something just now,” I wondered and she just nodded.

“Yeah, Oliver, he’s my older brother, he studies in Nom, why?” She told casually, taking a quick sip of her drink as she looked at me expectantly.

“Your mom mentioned it,” I shrugged. “I never knew you had another brother,” I looked at her and she seemed to think.

“Don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him no,” she admitted. “He’s not important anyway,” she grinned down at her food after having made a jab at her brother who wasn’t even there, making me chuckle lightly.

“You should hurry, school starts in thirty minutes, and you’re still in your pyjama’s,” I pointed out and she almost choked on her food. She quickly ate before hurrying to the bathroom and taking a quick shower.

Whilst she showered, I grabbed some my clothes she still had in her house and put them on before laying down on her bed and grabbing my phone.

She walked back into the room after ten minutes, fully dressed and light make up on her face. I glanced up and she was hurriedly putting on some jewellery.

When she was done I got up from the bed and she grabbed her backpack.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride,” I told her and she smiled at me and grabbed my hand. I followed her downstairs and just managed to grab my coat as she dragged me out the door and called out a goodbye to her mom who was now in the living room.

Your pov:

It was silent in the car ride, not for a specific reason. It was comfortable silence, the radio sounded in the back and I’d made myself comfortable in my seat for the twenty minute drive.

Lloyd focused on the road while I typed away at my phone, I enjoyed our little quiet moments like this so now and then.

The abusement park

King Charles👑

Can we all do something this evening?

I’m bored

Lulu🫶

yeah, let’s go to the twins house, just chill in the attic

Me

sure, I don’t have any plans anyway

Besides its been ages since we did something like this

Flowers😍

it’s been two weeks, that’s two weeks to long

Ant🐜

Oh yeah, just invite yourselves over to our house, whatever🙄

Lulu🫶

yeah, no problem, we have

Ant🐜

.🖕

Millie👀

I’ll see if I can make it, I’m working late :(

Arty😈

we can vibe at ours but our parents are in tonight

Flowers😍

idc, your parents are the sweetest

Me

^^^

Jamie

Ill be there as long as there will be skittles

Ant🐜

Yeah yeah, whatever

I’ll get em

Jamie

Then I’ll be there

Oh! N/n take ur bf

Me - reacting to Millie👀

You better be there

I’ll cry

Millie👀

Nooo pookie

I’ll do my best

Lulu

We will kidnap you

Me - reacting to Jamie

I’ll ask

I left the conversation when they started making elaborate plans to kidnap Millie from her work and looked at Lloyd.

“Do you have patrol tonight?” I asked, breaking the silence we had going on.

“No, why?” He looked over at me curiously and I shrugged.

“Me and my friends are hanging out, they were wondering if you wanted to join,” I smiled over at him and he softly nodded.

“Only if you want me to aswel,” he caught my eyes making me give him a look.

“Baby, if I didn’t want you to come, I wouldn’t be asking,” I pointed out to him, causing him to chuckle lowly.

“Then I’ll be there,” he promised.

When we had arrived, I’d kissed Lloyd goodbye and left the car to quickly hurry inside, if I ran, I might make it in time to my English class.

I quickly shot a text to Flora to let her know I was on my way and a minute later I reached my classroom, being just in time as my teacher was about to close the door.

She gave me a pointed look, but made no further comment.

Flora was giggling when I came to sit next to her and I quickly shot her a look, but it didn’t help anything as she just continued giggling into her hand anyway.

“So, is Lloyd coming tonight?” Luna asked as the lot of us sat in the cafeteria, eating the soggy pizza they had to offer.

Millie and James snickered, causing Charlie to catch on and snicker aswel. Arthur hit the back of Jamie’s head and scolded all of them.

“You are such children, honestly, one single comment and you’re a giggling mess,” he shook his head I disappointment, causing me and Luna to share a look of amusement.

“Yeah, yeah, alright, mom,” Charlie shot, at him, causing everyone to chuckle again.

“Honestly Anthony, you don’t need to act like you don’t make these jokes like- everyday,” Millie accused, but was surprised by everyone looking up in confusion before quickly grinning.

“Ohh! Twin miss!” I called out excitedly. “That’s one dollar for the pot,”

“No!” Millie cursed but grabbed her phone to ad one dollar to our shared online piggy bank anyway. “That’s not happened to me in ages,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“Yeah, it was always Flora, seeing she was new and all,” Anthony snickered.

“Fuck off, all of you always lured me into it, that’s so unfair,” she shook her head in disapproval. “Remember when you changed shirts one time to confuse me and lure me in? That was just unfair,” she crossed her arms looking the other way.

Charlie went to put his arms around her and kissed her temple, mumbling something only the other side of the table could her properly and she pouted at him.

“I never got an answer to my question,” Luna looked at me next tot her and I remembered what she’d asked me a few moments ago.

“Oh, yeah he said he’ll come,” I smiled excitedly.

I noticed Millie purse her lips and exchange a look with James, causing Arthur to call them out again.

I scoffed, stupid idiots.

It felt forever until the day was over, but finally, after what felt like an eternity, I walked towards the school gates with Charlie and Jamie who were also done for the day. The others all still had an hour or two to go.

Lloyd was already waiting for me, leaning against his car, his face brightened when he saw me. I quickly confirmed the times for the coming night with my friends before running of to greet him.

“Hm, what’s a pretty girl like you doing around here,” he greeted with a lobsided grin.

“Off to greet my prettyboy boyfriend,” I winked before kissing his cheek.

He quickly dipped down to plant a kiss on my lips before moving to get into the car.

“How was school?” He asked on our way to my house and I just let out a long groan. “Got it,” he grinned at me, causing me to sent him a pout.

———

The door was flung open before I could even knock, making me jump slightly. Lloyd just gave me an amused look, he’d heard her coming.

Amelia -who was lucky to get of early from work- looked at us with wide eyes before turning to Lloyd.

“Make haste, make haste,” she pulled him inside, making him shoot me a baffled, shocked look. “The boys are getting make-overs and you are absolutely joining,” she stated, Lloyd send me a look that screamed help and I just grinned.

“You are on your own,” I winked, I quickly discarded my jacket on the coat rack before following the two upstairs to the attic.

When I got up, I found the normal light being on instead of our usual colourful led lights, meaning this was some serious business.

I snorted when I found Luna and Flora doing Jamie’s and Charlie’s makeup. The twins where both laughing but quickly shut up when Luna threatened that they where next.

Lloyd gave me a gobsmacked look as Amelia pushed him on the couch and wandered of to grab me.

“Say, N/n,” she put an arm around me. “Who are you giving a make over today?” She asked me.

“Depends, who are our candidates?” I asked with an amused look, Millie gave me a triumph smile and looked at the twins.

Arthur immediately tried to scramble off but she grabbed his arm.

“We have our dear Arthur, we’d have to get rid of the lil beard he has going on here, of course, but I’d say some winged liner, a bit of glitter and some beautiful red lips, with of course, some concealer,” she pointed all over his face while he just stood next to her, looking quite defeated.

“Then, our good friends Tony, I’d say a complete full face of make up, foundation, highlighter, beautiful eyeshadow, fake lashes, lipstick, the whole enchilada,” she held his face between her hands while he tried prying her off.

“And then, last but not least, your dearest boyfriend, Lloyd. Now, let’s see, I’m saying some clean girl make up, you know, just some light make up, maybe some clear lip gloss, I bet you’d know just what to do,” she sent me a look and I grinned.

“I’ll take it,” I winked at my confused looking boyfriend. “Come, come,” I walked over with extended hands and he took them.

I lead him to the corner the other makeup artists where sitting, the best light was over there after all.

“Oh, Ant,” I heard Millie call in a sing song voice. Followed by some frightened yelping from Anthony who also joined us in the corner.

I watched as Luna was taking pictures of James who’s make up was not quite done, but he already looked fantastic.

“Let’s see,” I used my hand to hold Lloyd’s jaw and turned his head from side to side.

His confused look, was taken over by an amused one. Without much struggle, he let me put on the makeup. I had some complaints about tickling and cold products but I’d quickly shut him up each time.

“Wow, James, you’ve never looked better,” Millie snorted from her place on the ground, letting go of Anthony’s forehead, which she’d been slightly pushing back to do his lashes.

James was posing, with his makeup, hitting a different pose each second.

“Wait, look here,” Luna said and when he did, she snapped a 0.5 picture of him. She laughed when she opened it and showed it to all of us.

“Who is this diva!?” I called, everyone laughed, even Arthur, who was quickly threatened that he was next.

“We’ll do his with the lot of us,” Luna decided. “He’ll get the extra attention- Flores! You’re supposed to be doing Charles his make up, not doing him!” She called, causing the kiss the couple had been in to break up immediately.

“Luna!” Charlie scolded with red cheeks.

I chuckled and shook my head as I continued Lloyd’s makeup, hearing in the bickering in the background.

Out of habit of doing the girls’ makeup, I pouted my lips to Lloyd, letting him know I would be grabbing the lipgloss.

He grinned and quickly leaned forward to peck my lips making me give him a warning glance. He winked at me and before I could comment, Luna attacked us too.

“Nooo, not you guys too,” she whined angrily.

“Wha- he kissed me!” I accused and he sent me a betrayed look.

“Lloyd, stop kissing your girlfriend,” Luna ordered and he let out an offended noice. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, especially not from the ginger,”

“Hey!” Charles called out offended, and the bickering started again.

I chuckled before gently tilting Lloyd’s head up by putting two fingers on his chin. I applied the lipgloss and he sat perfectly still as I did.

“Alright, eyeliner time,” I pulled out the pencil and Lloyd looked at it before averting his gaze over to me.

“Do not poke my eyes out please,” he requested and I chuckled.

“I promise,” I chuckled before shuffling forward a bit. I wasn’t really on a good spot and was wondering in how I was gonna do this when I had an idea.

I crawled into Lloyd’s lap without any warning. He seemed shocked for a moment before just accepting it. I hooked my legs around his torso and now I had a good angle.

I did my best to hide the shiver that went up my spine when he rested his hands on my thighs, but because of his chuckle, I suppose he noticed.

“Alright, close your eyes, love,” I said and he did just that. Carefully I started drawing winged liner on his eyelid before going over to the next. “Mhm, open your eyes?” He did as I requested and I grumbled when I noticed it was just a tiny bit uneven.

After another try, it looked perfect and I climbed of his lap. Flora had finished with Charlie only moments before and was already taking pictures.

I pulled out my phone aswel and he just softly smiled as I snapped the pics.

“Now only Ant and then it’s your turn,” Luna looked over at Arthur who pouted and she just stuck out her tongue.

Anthony’s makeup was the most colourful, but he was also the only one with eyeshadow after all. Or well, Charlie had some, but it was brown.

Our gazes fixed on Arthur who just sighed in defeat before deciding to just let it happen. Luna was to one to shave away his beard, he put up a sad look as she did, but laughed non the less.

It’s was that only the four of us girls working all together to make him look fabulous.

After about twenty minutes we were done and we finally allowed him to look in the mirror.

“Somewhere I’d expected you all to make me look horrible, but it’s not bad,” he admitted, making us cheer lightly.

“Can we get it off now? It is quite uncomfortable,” Charlie had already been wiping at his makeup earlier, so we just decided to have mercy.

While the boys where in the bathroom getting the make up off with Luna’s remover, us girls where upstairs all having cracked open a beer.

“So, Millie,” I looked over at her with a grin. “How was the party yesterday?” I asked.

She blushed before going into an explanation over the night she had with her crush.

“She definitely likes you,” Luna nodded, taking a swing of her beer. “Like come on, laughing at some of those stupid jokes? It’s obvious at this point,” she shrugged.

“No it’s not,” Millie cried out. “I don’t even know if she’s gay,” she crossed her arms.

The two other girls and I exchanged looks before sighing.

“Mills she is so obviously gay,”

“How is that even a question anymore?”

“Amelia, she had a lesbian pin on her bag,”

“Yeah- so!?” She called out. “Doesn’t tell me nothing,”

I groaned into my hands while the other two just gave up aswel.

James:

I was the first one done with taking the makeup off and was now just waiting for all the others to also be clean again so we could join the girls back up at the attic.

I looked up when I heard the notification of a phone and saw Lloyd picking his up. I looked over his shoulder as he typed in the passcode.

It was Y/n’s birthday, of course it was. Well, only easier for me to remember. I quickly shot Luna a text.

Me

Got his passcode, no trouble

🌜✨.

Yooo

Good going Jamie

What is it?

Me

Take a guess

🌜✨.

??

Me

N/n’s birthday

🌜✨.

Of course it is

That’s cute though

Easy to remember aswel😈

Me

Demon

🌜✨.

):

See, maybe remembering someone’s password to their phone is a bit weird, but me and Luna had an idea.

We love Y/n, but we also love to bully her a bit here and there.

Your pov

The boys didn’t take long and soon enough we were all listening to Luna ranting about an annoying customer she had to deal with earlier that week.

I was sat next to Lloyd for the most of the time, but at one point I’d stood up to grab myself a drink on the other side of the room.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out as I turned to walk back with my can of icedtea in hand, I frowned when I saw Lloyd’s contact name on my screen and quickly opened the message.

Blondie🫶

I bet you’d look adorable while grasping at the sheets of my bed ;)

My breath got stuck in my throat and I stopped my walking for a second. My cheeks grew warm and I shot a look over at Lloyd who was also looking at me. An innocent, confused look was visible on his face and I quickly bit my lip and slid my phone back into me pocket.

“You good, N/n?” Luna, who’d noticed my pause, called out.

“Yeah,” I just managed to squeak out before I walked back to take my seat again. I completely missed the grinning look exchanged between Luna and James.

I sat next to Lloyd who just kissed the top of my head and shot me another confused look.

God this man was in trouble.

Lloyd pov:

I looked up when I noticed Y/n’s heartbeat quicken and she suddenly stopped mid walk. She met my gaze, her cheeks red and face flustered, I looked back, a bit confused.

When she obviously lied after Luna asked if she was alright, I’d just decided to ask when we were in the car back to the momentary.

The remaining of the night was fun. I did not get any calls from the team needing help and Y/n’s friends where funny as always and completely accepting of me.

It all went smoothly and soon enough, I noticed my beautiful girlfriend getting tired and suggested to get back home, causing her to nod in agreement.

We bid everyone goodbye and Arthur walked with us to the front door. When we were about to leave, Luna came running downstairs.

“Lloyd, wait!” She called and I turned around. “Your phone, you left it on the couch,” she told me and I smiled.

“Oh shit, thanks,” I took it from her and then we left.

Your pov:

After sneaking trough the monastery as silently as we could, we brushed our teeth and headed to Lloyd’s room to get ready for bed.

I held his hand as he led me trough the hallway and trough the door to his room.

It was only then that I remembered that he needed some absolute scolding.

“Lloyd,” I started and he turned around with a hum. Just looking at his face already made me absolutely flustered when I thought back to the text.

Just thinking about it made my imagination go in all sorts of directions and I found myself unable to form any words. Did he have any idea what he did to me.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked amused, taking a step closer to put his hands on my cheeks, making my look up at him.

He smiled but I gave him a scolding look back, causing him to frown.

“What did I do?” He asked and just the face he pulled made me ready to forgive him for his absolute sin.

“Oh come on,” I rolled my eyes. “Do you really have to ask that? You know what you did,” I accused but he just gave me a confuse look back.

“No?” He seemed to replay the entire night trough his head but just shook it in the end. “What are you talking about?”

“Lloyd!” I scolded. “I love you, but come on, do you really love to embarrass me like that?” I asked but he just looked absolutely lost.

“I’m sorry?” He tried, which just caused my face to turn serious. “Sweetheart, I really do not know what I did, I’m sorry,” he said again and I just scrunched my nose.

“The text, Lloyd,” I clarified. “I’m talking about the text you send me,”

“I didn’t send you anything,” he insisted. “What do you think I send you?” He asked and I faltered.

I grabbed my phone to look at it but it was clearly him who sent it to me-

Luna.

The little witch.

Forgot his phone my ass.

“Nothing,” I quickly said and put the phone back in my pocket. “Nevermind,” I turned around, causing his hands to fall from my cheeks, but he quickly came to stand in front of me again.

“What happened?” He asked, now being utterly lost. I didn’t blame him, this was all quite confusing.

“No it’s nothing,” I insisted. “Just- just forget it,” I stuttered and tried to avoid his eyes but he gently grabbed me jaw and turned me to look at him.

My eyes just turned the other way and he sighed. “Darling, can you look at me?” He requested and I lost my breath. “Hm?”

I looked up at him with red cheeks and he smiled. “It’s nothing,” I stated.

“Y/n,” he said my name, I pulled myself back to planet earth and gave him a more serious look.

“Don’t worry about it,” I smiled before quickly pecking his lips, about to turned away, when,

“A text, you said?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, I froze. “From me?” He asked and met my flustered gaze.

He chuckled and clicked around a bit in his phone. “Your bbeautiful contact, pinned, of course,” he winked at me, but I couldn’t really find it in myself to respond as I looked at his face.

He seemed to open our chat and read something. He frowned for a second before faltering. His cheeks grew red and his eyes met mine.

“I- I did not send that,” he stammered, the flustered look on his face was slowly fading, but the blush on his cheeks wasn’t.

“I figured,” I said before groaning. “God I’m gonna murder Luna,”

“Of course she did,” Lloyd huffed a laugh before pulling my embarrassed self towards him.

“Where you scared to tell me?” He asked teasingly and I let out an embarrassed grumble against his chest as his arms were wrapped around me. “You don’t have to be embarrassed my love,” I felt the rumble of his chest as he softly laughed.

I just put my arms around him aswel and held him close, my red cheeks slowly becoming their normal colour again and my heart starting to slow down.

He pulled back slightly and we stared each other in the eyes for a second. His hand moved to my chin and he lovingly traced my lips, leaving me in a tired trance.

“I bet it’s true though,” he broke the silence and it didn’t really register.

“Hm?” I hummed in confusion, not really knowing what he meant.

He leaned forward till his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I bet you’d look adorable,” he whispered.

My heartbeat skyrocketed and my breath hitched. He pulled back with a grin as I just stared at him with wide eyes.

I blinked a few times while he chuckled. “You moron,” I managed to say, causing him to grin before dipping down and catching my lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.

He slowly walked me backwards until I sat down on his bed, caged between his arms.

We broke apart for air and I glared at him slightly. “Fuck you,” I grumbled.

“If you wish,” he whispered back.

———

I awoke with a grumble, I turned to give my dearest ninja boyfriend a kiss, only to be met with an empty bed.

My eyebrows knotted together, slightly upset at him being gone. Sure it’s fine if he gets up before me, but I’d appreciate if he was there in the morning after a night like that.

I went to grab my phone, hoping to find a message from him, when I spotted a note.

Out on a mission, back in the early afternoon, love you♡

-Lloyd

A small smile formed on my face. Alright, fine, good excuse. I threw the covers off of myself and opened the drawer Lloyd had emptied for my clothes.

I grabbed some trousers, socks and than snatched my bra of the ground. I stole one of Lloyd’s green hoodies and then headed downstairs to the kitchen.

When I entered I found Zane searching trough a cabinet.

“Good morning, Y/n” he greeted, not even looking back.

“Morning, Zane,” I smiled before lightly frowning. “What are you doing?” I asked, watching him go trough the cabinet.

“I am searching for our last chocolate chips,” he said, looking rather sour. “I am afraid that Jay- oh, nevermind,” he pulled a bag full of dark chocolate chips out of the cabinet. “I am baking cookies, if you want, you may assist me,” he smiled at me.

“I’d love to!” I beamed before my stomach grumbled. “After some breakfast,” I smiled sheepishly. He chuckled, and put the bag down before asking what I’d like.

After Zane’s insistence on making me breakfast, he’d prepared some noodles that I quickly ate. His cooking was to die for, if I could, I’d eat here every night.

“Alright, first we wash our hands,” Zane started. He’d given me an apron, just like last time we baked cookies together.

“Zane, I know how to bake cookies,” I laughed, putting soap in my hands to wash them.

He was about to respond when he stopped. “Oh,” he said before composing himself. “Yes, I’ll be on my way,”

I frowned at the nindroid in confusion. “What’s happening?” I asked, a bit lost at what was going on.

“Pixal says that Lloyd, Cole and Kai need my help,” he told me and I smiled sadly.

“Well go on, I’ll make the cookies, than you lot have something to eat when you come back,” I promised. He smiled back at me and nodded, before bidding me goodbye and hurrying out of the room.

I started on making the cookies, everything I needed was in the table and I’d just decided to use my mom’s recipe, seeing that I knew it by heart.

I weighed out my ingredients before throwing my eggs, milk and sugar into the bowl and starting to whisk.

While I was at it, the door had opened behind me and Koko walked in.

“Oh, Y/n!” She said happily. “I didn’t know you where here, the others are out,” she told me and I smiled at her.

“Yeah I stayed the night, Zane was here when I woke up but had to leave before we could start on our cookies,” I gestured.

“Ah, I see,” she said with a smile, dropping her bag in the kitchen and started to empty it by putting some things in their place. “I was out doing groceries before it could get too busy in the afternoon,” she told me. “Somehow Saturday is always the busiest day for everyone ti get their groceries,” she shook her head in annoyance causing me to chuckle.

“Do you need a hand?” I asked her and she just shot me a quick smile.

“No, I’m alright dear, you continue on the cookies, the team shall be hungry when you get back, Nya and Jay would be lucky if there still is some when they get back from their date,” she chuckled and I followed, covering my mouth with a hand.

The first batch was in the oven and I was rolling the remaining of the dough into balls when the door opened. I looked back to find Kai, Cole, Zane and Lloyd entering the kitchen, all absolutely exhausted.

“How bad was it?” I asked them, turning back to the dough.

“It’s not that the fight was to bad, but it was raining buckets,” Kai complained, I glanced back to see his hair flat and sticking to his forehead, causing me to laugh.

I shook my head, putting my small ball of cookie-dough on the plate. Suddenly two hands snaked around my waist and a pair of cold lips kissed my cheek.

“Lloyd, you are drenched!” I struggled out of his hold and he chuckled.

“Sorry, love,” he kissed my cheek again and then turned to the bowl on the counter, reaching out his hand.

I slapped it away and gave him a scolding look. “Don’t touch it with your dirty, sweaty, glove hands,” I warned. “You lot go shower and change, the cookies will be done when you get back here,” I told them and Lloyd grumbled but complied.

“Y/n, your hair is down,” I frowned and turned to Zane in confusion. “When one bakes or cooks, they put their hair up, so no hair gets into the food,” I said matter of factly and I shrugged.

“I always bake with my hair down, unless I’m at work,” I stated but he just kept looking at me in expectation. “Fine,” I grumbled and gathered my hair to put it into a bun.

Next to me, I heard a panicked noise from Lloyd before he gulped. I shot him with a strange look, but he just looked the other way with red cheeks.

Behind me, there was laughter and I turned around to see Kai and Jay both laughing, while Zane just smirked.

I gave Lloyd a questioning look, causing him to point at his neck and only then did I realise what was going on.

“Go shower,” I yelled at the others who laughed as they left the room. I looked over at Lloyd who nervously chuckled.

“Oops?” He tried causing me to roll my eyes, opening my mouth to tell him off, before I realised something, causing my hand to clasp over my mouth in horror.

“I talked to your mom this morning,” I revealed. He gave me a strange look, before realisation washed over his face. “She didn’t say anything about it- maybe she didn’t see,” I tried.

“Sweetheart, it’s my mom, she definitely noticed,” he said concerned before pursing his lips. “I think I’m gonna get the talk all over again,”

“I’m sorry,” I apologised with a small pout and he chuckled and took a step forward to kiss my lips, his wet hair leaving drops on my face.

“It’s alright,” he muttered before smirking, putting his lips next to my ear. “It was worth it, cause in the end, you did look adorable,” he whispered into my ear before kissing my temple and leaving the kitchen.

I shook my head and continued my work in a flustered state. Whatever, he was probably being teased by the boys right now anyway.

Lloyd pov:

The moment I walked into the hallway to my room, I heard clapping. I looked up unamused, Kai was clapping and Cole did the same while chucking , Zane just stood there while leaning against the wall, looking amused.

“Yeah, yeah, just let me have it so I can shower,” I glared at them.

“So, lover boy, how was it?” Kai wiggled his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes.

“You know, hickeys don’t immediately indicate-” but Cole cut me off.

“Yeah, we’re not dumb, Lloyd,” he grinned at me and I just pursed my lips while looking at the ground.

“It was fine,” I mumbled. Obviously it was more than fine, but right now I was just embarrassed.

“Our little ninja is growing up,” Kai wiped fake tears. “Sooo, yesterday, first time,” he bumped my arm with his elbow causing my blush to deepen and I didn’t know how to break the news.

“Well- not exactly,” I sheepishly said, catching them all off guard. “Yesterday was just one thing that lead to another, first time was at the start of this week,” I admitted.

“Oh, so now you have two things to tell us?” Cole teased and I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I shot at him, slightly irritated. Somewhere in me it felt like an invasion of her privacy.

“Wow, no need to be angry,” Kai chuckled. “You don’t have to share details,” he poked my head.

I didn’t answer him and then moved to head into my room.

“Damn, two times a week, brother?” Kai suddenly said, making me look over at him in annoyance.

“Now that you say it, yeah, two times a week?” Cole agreed. “But if you think about it, two horny teenagers, just learning about-” I punched his shoulder and he winced while laughing. “Sorry, sorry,”

“Technically, yesterday was her friends’ fault,” I murmured, opening my door, but they just saw it as an invitation and followed me right in.

“How could it be her friends’ fault?” Zane finally spoke up and he seemed confused with himself why he was even asking.

“I- Luna sent her a text from my phone,” is all I said before turning away and tossing my mask on the bed. “Now get out of my room,” I crossed my arms and gave them a stern look but only Zane followed my order, probably having lost his interest by now.

He did sent me a smirk and a wink on his way out, which caused me to huff and look the other way.

“What’d she text say?” Kai asked amused. “Cause it can’t have just been a random text,”

“Nothing- get out!” I pointed at the door annoyed but they just exchanged glances and didn’t move an inch.

“Was it flirty?” Cole asked amused by my effort to get them out of my room. “Maybe more forward than you are,” he teased, making me scoff in annoyance.

“Come on, just show us the text, it can’t be too bad,” Kai pushed and I sighed.

“If I show you, will you just get out of my room already?” I asked and they a hanged glances before nodding. “Fine,” I grumbled and grabbed my phone before opening my chat with Y/n and showing them the screen.

Both their mouths hung open as they saw what was written.

“That was send when you where with all her friends?” Cole asked me bewildered, I nodded and took the phone away again.

“Was she mad?” Kai asked with a grin.

“Yes, obviously, now get out,” I held the door open for them and they finally left.

“Yeah, yeah, fine, go shower loverboy,” Kai called, making Cole laugh again. I just slammed my door shut quickly, my face feeling hot as I started taking off my wet gi.

(Meanwhile Y/n realising that the last time she baked with Zane she also had her hair loose and he didn’t say a thing: “that little bastard-”)

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Rings

Info - hard dom male, fingering, degrading and praising, finger sucking, impact play

I sat between his legs, eyes wide and desperate. His mask of confidence, superiority, and dominance was well in place. I knew he was nervous about this, but I wanted it so badly.

“Suck, slut,” he demanded as he extended his hand like a prince. I closed my mouth around his ornate jewellery.

“Taste the rings that will mark you bitch,” he snarled.

My tongue swirled around the tiger, the chain, and the skull. I looked up at him with doe eyes.

He let a shudder of lust go through him. He let his dick pop out of his boxers. He whipped his cock across my face. I panted like a dog. I wished the veins on it could leave an imprint on my skin.

“You want this so bad,” he whispered. His voice was so quiet but danger radiated through me.

“Position,” he ordered. I scrambled up off my knees. I laid back and held my legs wide open for him.

“Good girl,” he purred. He slapped my cunt once and I leaked all over his hand. A mewl left my mouth.

“So desperate, fuck, your juicy pussy wants this so bad you’re soaked,” he chuckled at my helpless state.

He let his large hands roam over my breasts and stomach. I shuddered when the cold metal of his rings dragged down my peaked nipples.

“Please,” I begged. I already felt dizzy and my first orgasm hadn’t happened yet.

He cupped my pussy. Two long fingers worked me open. At first the rings hurt, but then the friction and differing shapes were exciting. I made too much noise for him so he stuck his thumb in my mouth.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as he fingered my needy pussy. Sloshing sounds of need flowed along with the tune of my whines. I sounded like a wounded dog and that turned me on even more.

I liked being anamalistic for him but not in a dominant way. I wanted to feel like prey. I wanted to feel cornered and helpess to his desires. He was the beast who would conquer me. I wanted to be dragged back to his lair and used for his pleasure and breeding purpose.

“Wet girl, wet girl,” he said in a mocking tone. I was squirming as the rings rubbed my walls. I squirmed around his digits. He forced my face up so I looked at him. My eyes were wet with need.

“Timothée,” I moaned.

“Yeah?”

“F’so good,” I slurred.

“I know,” he replied cockily. “You’re such a slut for this.”

“Mmmhmmm,” I agreed.

“You ovulating princess?” He asked with faux sympathy.

“I may be,” I responded pitifully. I couldn’t form words hardly. He knew I’d be extra wet for this.

“I-I’m close,” I whispered, gripping his arm like I was in a storm and he the life raft.

“Keep riding it princess.”

I let loose as he said. I rolled against his hand. I imagined the nastiest things. He played gently with my nipples, his other hand still in my heat. I stretched out and enjoyed every moment. His rings, his hands, his face, the eye that made me wild.

“T-“

Couldn’t finish a name. I couldn’t tell him how close I was. I couldn’t do anything. I was coming. I arched up to the mountains then relaxed into the bed of the sea. Everything was ethereal and exactly right. I fell apart and came back together.

“Timothée!” I wailed.

“Didn’t you want another thing baby?” He asked cruelly. “A hit?”

I remembered desiring the impress of his jewellery on my face. I wanted the marks of rings. I didn’t want it easy.

“Yes.”

“Oh?” He asked, and cocked his head. “So, a one word answer. I’d like to know more.”

“Please, sire, master, sir, my lord, anything you want. I just need to feel the holy rings!”

“Good girl again,” he simpered. And he slapped me. The feeling of the sting was wonderful and strong. Slap again! Punishment or reward I didn’t know but the feeling was heavenly. Ambrosia.

“Now your face?” He asked tentatively. I knew he was scared for this. But I wanted it so badly. My face please yes!

“Timothée, please,” I begged.

“Yes my angel,” he promised.

“B-before penetration?” I asked in the quietist voice.

“Yeah.”

He move faster and I came undone. I was wild and carefree. I squirmed and writhed. When I least expected it his hand whipped across me. I knew he’d hit so hard the rings left marks. This is what I wanted. Holy fuck this was good!

I wailed around his thumb. I was writhing like a creature in a cage. I clamped my legs shut and humped up against his hand. He talked me through the orgasm. He told me what a nasty bitch I was and praised me for being so sopping wet. I drank in every word like heavenly ambrosia.

His hand cracked across my face just as I’d asked him to do. The rings dragged across my skin. I whined with desperation. I opened my eyes to see his worried face. I knew he was concerned he’d gone too far. I caressed my stinging skin.

“Thank you,” I breathed. His face settled back into a smirk. He shoved his cock into my wet entrance.

“Want me to do it again?” He purred as he thrust.

“Yes! More rings.”

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GOLDEN RETRIEVER! DICK GRAYSON X FEM! READER

WARNINGS: NSFW, MATURE THEMES, DON'T BE READING THIS IF YOUR UNDER 18 TF, P IN V, CONSENTED BEFORE, CREAMPIE, NIPPLE PLAY, GRINDING (OR CALL IT DRY-HUMPING WHATEVER TICKLES YOUR PICKLE).

This man is the most golden retriever boyfriend found in all the 50 States of America.

You think all the villains and ruthless criminals of Gotham would stop him from spoiling his precious little baby? He's been through worse.

Kisses, Kisses, Kisses, this man is all about kisses and hugs, cuddling you from dusk until dawn if he could, if he could.

Sure, his work might delay a few steamy make-out sessions or heart-warming snuggles for a few hours but nothing beats coming back home, shoulders slumped and bone-deep exhaustion seeping through him, only to find the love of his life curled up, thick and fluffy blankets hugging their tiny form, Waiting to be caressed and cradled, just begging to be touched.

Who can resist such a cute little kitten? He'd be snarky about it, maybe even daring to be taunting as he curled up against your form, fitting together so perfectly like he was the missing piece to your puzzle, the way his prominent and firm bulge would snuggle up from between your bubbly ass cheeks made his heart leap out of his tightened chest.

He had to dig his bleached teeth into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, biting back a breathy groan as his fingers would press into the fats of your hips, Thank god you were wearing such tight fucking shorts.

His brain would be foggy, thoughts of just being buried into your moist and silky walls filled his senses, mindlessly trailing his fingers lower between you and reaching out for his throbbing cock, nose scrunching with slight irritation before he could make out the reddened and swollen tip of his cock peeking out from his latex shorts —which he wore underneath his costume—.

Oh god, how much he missed you, If only you knew how many times the thought of you being curled up alone, bitter and cold air seeping into your bones and peeling away at the blissful warmth that one radiated off of you, oh how he'd wrap you up in his strong and beefy arms, heating and warming you up as he wished he could shove the tip of his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing and smelling in your refreshing lavender scent.

This man would make HIS pockets hurt, He doesn't care if you think it's daddy's money or his, he's buying you that diamond necklace you were ogling at the jewellery shop —even if it was just a simple glance—, This 200+ Ibs of a man would buy you every scent of Italian and Morrocan perfume he could find because he just loves it when he's pounding you from behind, his thick and calloused fingers digging into the fat and juicy flesh of those thick thighs of yours, watching as your pussy sucked all his meaty and girthy length in, He could feel his already throbbing mushroom tip kissing at that gooey and silky spot deep inside of you, And he could just pin your body up against his, shoving his nose deep into the crook of your neck as he smelt that earthy and tangy scent of the perfume that HE bought you.

All the sexy and small lingeries he thinks will curve and hug at you bubbly ass better, just so he could rip it off later when you two got home, occasionally squeezing the silky fat of your thighs or glancing down at you with those 'I'm going to fuck you balls-deep when we get home' eyes.

Ever seen those lingerie with the bows placed against your nipples? He goes fucking feral for them, He made you laugh once when saying you're like a kinder surprise, removing this sticky and unwanted piece of plastic, only to find your plump and hardened nipples from beneath, practically begging him to suck on them and ravish them until they were swollen and puffy just like his cock.

[idanit]

Dear Jeeves and Wooster fandom, lovely fic writers, my betters in bertieprose. Why are we sleeping on Lady Malcolm’s Servants Ball, held annually in London from 1923 to 1938 specifically for people in domestic service, with a reputation of drawing in queer and gender-nonconforming working-class crowd? A servants' ball where people were, for a time, "allowed" to crossdress and dance with same-sex partners? (Before it drew too much attention and got banned.)

Where are my fics about:

Jeeves moving his day off around so he can attend the ball, crossdress, and/or dance with other men?

Bertie finding out about the ball and asking questions?

Bertie sneaking into the ball pretending to be a servant and crossdressing in order to dance with other men? Perhaps he has been doing this for a few years until the year he hires Jeeves, and that year they accidentally meet at the ball. Perhaps they're both in drag, or only one of them is in drag. Perhaps only one recognises the other, or both of them do (I believe this was a costume, though not necessarily a masked ball). Perhaps Jeeves has to explain that if he has questions, they're not precisely objections, and he only worries that Bertie might be recognised and blackmailed — or perhaps Bertie has to explain that Jeeves is not in any danger of losing his job and Bertie doesn't mind him crossdressing at all. And they dance.

Bertie ordering a fancy bespoke dress for Jeeves so that he can go to the ball? ("Wealthy households would fund their workers to go, with some even loaning them evening dresses." [link 2 - though it probably means dresses for maids]) Bertie getting some jewellery for Jeeves and watching him apply make-up?

Bertie finding out that this is the best ball for servants around and telling Jeeves that he should totally go because he always has to attend the fancy parties as a butler or Bertie's valet, not there to have fun, and Jeeves agreeing because he's very insistent? Perhaps Jeeves is very secretive about the costume he's preparing even though Bertie's dying of curiosity. Perhaps once Jeeves leaves, Bertie starts having all these Very Strange Feelings, and after suffering in the flat for a few hours, he ends up going as well. And then he either can't find Jeeves until Jeeves chooses to reveal himself to him, or he finds Jeeves and almost perishes on the spot. And then, of course, they dance.

or whatever silly plot come on this is so juicy

ADDED: I wrote all this and then I discovered a great Jeeves fic that does make use of the ball, except it's not Jeeves/Wooster, but Wooster/Haddock (which is how it initially escaped my notice). If you don't mind that, go read it and enjoy the queer dancing, the crossdressing, and a delightful version of Jeeves: We Want Haddock.

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Shift in Vampirism

Summary: after looting an abandoned manor, you find a strange scroll, which can change everything for you and Astarion.

Pairing: astarion/you (no pronouns or y/n used, can be any of you)

Word count: 4.7k

Warning: blood, and more blood, and a bit of pain. Also english is not my first language, yet this is my first ever english fanfic I've written. Feel free to point out mistakes or spelling errors or sentences that just sound weird <3

Also, about the dialogs: the software I used to tyoe this out automatically turns the first " into the downward version of it: „. It is because it uses my native language, and here this is how we write them. I didn't figure out how to turn it off and by the time I finisned the fic, manually doing it would have taken me a long time.

This fic is based on a dream I had a few weeks ago. Enjoy!

You sat on your bed as you were sorting through what you looted today. You found an empty village which had an abandoned manor, and you and your teammates didn’t waste any time searching for valuables, food and alcohol. You also picked up some miscalleneous items, of which you weren’t sure what they exactly were.

You rummaged through your bag once more, because you recalled picking up a ring too, and it was not on your bed yet. Technically its wasn’t your bed, but it was the one in the room you decided to spend the night in. All of you got to stay in a rather luxurious room, even if it seemed like noone had been here for some time. Honestly, who cares about some dust and spiderwebs, when you spent the last weeks sleeping on rocks and branches?

Your hand caught onto the ring, and you took a closer look. It was pretty, that’s for sure, but if there was more to it, like magical properties, you weren’t able to deduce.

"I will have to ask Gale about this” you murmured to yourself. It was a pretty dark red colour, which reminded you of a certain pair of red eyes. You wondered whether his room was comfortable too. Knowing him, he was hoarding the best loot he found, not necessarily willing to share with the group. You sighed, put the ring down, and started looking through the possible junk pile that was on your bed.

After seperating the edible and not so edible foods, you were left with a bunch of papers, some more jewellery and some actually useful items, such as torches and a rope, that was hopefully not too decayed.

While you really wanted to just throw away the seemingly useless papers, you knew there might be some useful information for you. Maybe about the manor, or what happened to this place, or about the tadpoles. You knew there was only a slight chance for that, but you were grabbing onto every possibility.

Letter, letter, recepie for some food, another letter, oh, a juicy letter about someone cheating... Overall not so interesting. You were starting to get disappointed, when a title caught your eye: Shift in Vampirism. Curiously, you picked it up, and nervously ran your eyes over it. You have heard about a spell with the same name, but it was very rare, only a few people knew how to cast it. But against all odds, what you were holding in your hand was a scroll of that spell. Your stomach started sinking, as you clearly read the spell, where you can take over someones vampirisim, changing it for your normal, average traits.

You and Astarion had an interesting relationship. He flirted with you nonstop (but he kinda was doing that with everyone, so you tried to not take it too seriously), he drank from you when he got hungry, but was still so cold towards you, in a sense. Not that he excluded you, or was mean to you, but you felt like there was this invisible barrier he put up around him, and no matter how hard you tried, you were always shut out.

And you tried. A lot.

You would never share this with anyone, but you fell for Astarion basically as soon as you laid eyes on him. It was such a suprise, even to you, that you nearly let yourself be killed by him. Fortunately, soon it turned out you were in the same boat. And since then, you were trying to get to know him a bit more. You never did anything that could be understood as more than friendship – well, maybe apart from the flirting back, but that seemed to be a fun little game you two play – because you weren’t sure how he would take it. Worst case scenario, he would believe you also just want to use him for your own desires, and then he would push you away completely. You simply cared for him too much for this to happen.

But maybe with this spell, he would be more free. The pressure from his shoulders would lift a little bit, and he would be able to enjoy life more.

Your hands were shaking. You still needed some ingredients for the spell to work, this magic simply couldn’t fully be captured in just a scroll.

„Of course this spell needs candles” you sighed, then chuckled a little. As you got off your bed to collect said candles, you stopped for a second. Were you really doing this? Offering to take Astarions burden without a second thought? Wow, you must be charmed by him even more than you believed.

Your room had only one suitable candle, the others were mostly all used up, so you decides to look around once more, hoping that the the others didn’t cause such a big mess, that you wouldn’t be able to find a few more candles.

You were able to find just enough. You were also glad you didn’t bump into anyone during your adventure, and you didnt have to come up with a lie on why are you running around with an armful of candles.

You didn’t want to share the truth, because you were certain, the others would advise against it, maybe even actively try to stop you. They didn’t have the best opinion on vampires, and they were barely used to Astarion being one, and they always kept an eye on him, as if he would bite through their throats, given the right time. While he did joke about it, you knew he was secretly glad, he had some nice (or as he would say: „bearable”) company on this hard road to Baldur’s Gate.

But you couldn’t care whether the others will now eye you similarly or not. If it meant that Astarion would be free of his hunger, you gladly took all his spawn traits.

You dumped the candles on your bed, picked up the scroll and gathered the courage to show it to Astarion.

His room was a bit further away, but when you spotted the door, you were sure he choose that one. It was the most detailed out of the ones you saw while looting. „It must’ve been the master bedroom” you thought to yourself as you raised you hand to knock on the door. You still hesitated. The weight of what you held in your hand was starting to dawn on you.

„Come in, dont’t be shy” you heard his voice from the inside, before you could actually knock.

When you opened the door, you were greeted a room that was bigger than your home back in Baldur’s Gate. Astarion was standing in front of the fireplace, looking at the painting above it.

„You know them?” you asked, trying to sound casual. He was beautiful, no matter what he did. As if he was radiating some magic, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. His hair looked silver in this light, and his eyes were focused on the family that was painted.

„Of course not! But looking at a painting is a better passtime, than doing nothing, or getting dirty in this dusty place.” he said, as he shifted his gaze to you. As your eyes locked, a shiver was sent down your spine, and for a split second, you forgot why you were there in the first place.

But you quickly collected yourself and witgout saying a word, you raised your hand towards him and offered him the scroll.

„What is this dear? Some juicy letters between the past owner and some lover?” he asked excitiedly. But you remained silent and just looked at him. You weren’t sure how you woukd even describe it. As he saw your seriousness, he went quiet too, and took the scroll.

„Just read it” you said, as he turned it around in his hand, seemingly unsure what to look for.

His brows furrowed as his eyes were going faster and faster over the lines. His concerned face made you worried.

„Is this a joke? I never thought you to be this cruel with me” he said to you, looking up from the paper. „If there actually was a spell like this, I would’ve heard about it, at least rumors.”

„It is a rare spell, I believed it was a legend, because a friend of a friend once saw it in action a long time ago. But this is a real thing.” you reassured him. His eyes lit up, as he took another look onto the scroll. You saw a glimpe of hope, but it was quickly replaced by something you weren’t sure about.

And then he started laughing.

„This is still cruel. This spell clearly exists to give false hope to people like me! Because who would even be so crazy to wish this up on themselves?” he asked and he held the scroll with two hands, with the intent of tearing the scroll with you.

„I would” you said firmly, trying to look into his eyes, looking for that little hope again.

He raised his gaze, and held eyecontact with you.

„Why?” he asked silently. You saw that he was truly confused. „Why would you want to go through these horrible stuff? Are you mad?”

„I’m not mad. I just want to...” but you couldn’t finish your sentence, because Astarion interrupted you.

„A favour? My life? You want to be able to hold control over me by taking over this burden I carry? Well thank you but no thank you! I would rather stay how I am if it means I am free from any puppet lines that make me do anything the puppeteer wants to!” he raised his voice.

„Astarion, I promise, I don’t...”

„You don’t want to control me? Of course, everyone would say that. But you? I thought you to be kinder than this. Especially after all those adventures, and everything I’ve ever told you about Cazador and my life in Baldur’s Gate! I thought of all people, you would be the one who would not even think about these stuff! Or was being understanding also part of the act?” he yelled by the end of the sentence.

Tears gathered in your eyes. You rarely if ever saw him this angry, and it hurt you so much. The barrier between you has never been so thick, so impenetrable.

„Please Astarion, hear me out...” you said, but your voice cracked as you said his name. However, Astarion was way too in his head to hear, or even see you.

„And what would you even say? Please trust me? Noone would take over my vampirism willingly, for nothing in return. And i don’t want to be in anyones debt! Feeding from you, it is already on a thin line, but it is something we both seem to enjoy. But this? You wouldn’t enjoy this” and he would have kept saying more and more harmful stuff, if you didn’t interrupt him. Once more.

„ASTARION” you also raised your voice. „I would do it because I care for you! I would do ir because... Because...”

„Because?”

„Because I love you” you closed your eyes. You couldn’t bear seeing his reaction. He most likely didn’t love, or even like you back. You weren’t even sure why you said it now. You planned to take this secret to your grave.

„And I care for you” you continued, as if trying to still explain yourself. „And you suffer so much already, and being a vampire seemingly makes it worse. Day by day, you put on the act of being a carefree man, but I feel like you have so many thoughts, fears you never even admit to yourself. If I could ease this pain by taking away something that is holding you back the most, maybe... Maybe you could live a better life. Maybe you would be able to heal from what happened to you.”

Your eyes were still closed. You waited for his reaction, but he was silent. A few painfully long seconds passed and then you heard his footsteps. You were afraid, they were moving away.

But then you felt his hands on both sides of your face. His thumb was caressing your cheek. He wiped a tear away. You didn’t even realize, that you started crying.

„Darling. Open your eyes.”

You slowly peeled your eyelids open. At first, you were looking down, somewhere at his chest. You felt embarassed. Confessing love was not your strong suit, as you have never done this before. Of course you had crushes here and there, maybe even a fling or two, but this overwhelming urge to be with someone, like you feel with Astarion, this was raw, honest, and heavy.

Astarion put his right hand under your chin, lifting your head to properly face him.

His eyes were like rubies, as he deeply looked into yours. There was no mockery in them, yet you still felt like you have to explain more. You tugged on his tadpole, and invited him into your mind.

You started sharing memories.

The first time you saw him, and how forgot to breathe for a second. Then he started speaking, asking for help, only to hold a knife to your throat later. Yet held no grudges against him. You now knew how confused he must have felt, and how vulnerable.

The night he first drank for you. Especially how scared he looked when you woke up. You were not repulsed by vampires, they didn’t choose to be turned into a spawn. You offered your blood, wanting nothing in return. The way he seemed more relaxed, more vibrant, more... alive after feeding, was enough for you.

That one time you thought he would die. It was an unfortunate ambush on you and the team. Astarion, as usual, was lurking in the shadows, but a rouge spell hit him square in the chest, and if Shadowheart wasn’t that good of a healer, he might not be here right now. Your heart ached as you held his hand, hoping his beautiful eyes would open once more. You screamed and cried your eyes out, trying to wake him up. And when he did, you gave him the first real hug that ever happened between you.

You looked away. These were some of your most sacred memories. You felt vulnerable.

„I... You don’t have to like me back. Just seeing you happy and free makes my life fuller. This is why i want to take your burden” you said quietly to him.

There was a second of silence again. They started to feel like you were cut with a knife. Painful anticipation.

„I don’t have to like you back?” Astarion said in a low voice, then chuckles a little. „It might be too late for that...”

You felt a familiar tug on your tadpole, as he was inviting you into his mind. You obliged.

You saw yourself through his eyes. He was taken aback by your presence. The kindess, with which you looked at him made him uneasy. He feared you would betray him the first chance you had. So he went ahead, and held a knife to your throat. And you still forgave him.

This is why he decided to drink from you. Maybe you wouldn’t be as mad as the others. And then you looked at him, and still wasn’t angry, and offered a drink. He felt something that could best be described as butterflies in his stomach. If his heart was beating, it wouldve bursted out fo his chest, he was sure.

And when he was hit by the spell, the only reason he held on was because he heard you. Felt your hand on his.

„This is why I can’t let you take this over” he again, turned your face towards his. „Because, I too, care about you deeply. And you don’t deserve to go though any of this. Especially what happens after we remove the tadpoles.”

„You suffered from it for two-hundred years. You deserve to rest now. And if you’re so adamant, you can search for one of those mages, who can perform this spell. Then you can take it back, if you want to” you said, now with a stronger voice. You knew just how rare the spell was, and doubted he would ever find anyone able to cast it. You were content with this.

„You would really do this... For me?” he asked gently, still unsure.

You nodded, allowing yourself to have a little smile too.

Then you felt his lips on yours. It took you by suprise. You didn’t even have to process that the feelings were mutual, and now he was kissing you.

After the initial suprise, you didn’t hesitate to kiss back. His lips were suprisingly soft and warm, and you wanted this moment to never end. You opened your mouth, allowing him to kiss you deeper. Astarion immediately understood your desire, and made his way towards your tongue. You felt his sharp fangs on your lips, but they felt exciting, if anything. You slowly wrapped your arms around him, hugging him closer than you ever did.

„Gods, how long I wanted to do this” he said, as he pulled back a little. You were lost for words. You still felt his mouth on yours, and you yearned for more.

But there was something more important that needed to happen, before you could properly explore your feelings towards eachother.

You slowly unwrapped yourself from him and picked up the scroll, which made its way on the floor sometime before.

„So, do you want to do this?” you asked, still short of breath. You handed him the scroll one more time. He took it, a briefly went over it.

„I can’t believe im saying this” he shook his head. „But yes. Let’s do this. And after it, I will track down all the scrolls and mages.”

As the sentences left his mouth, he already seemed to feel the pressure lifting. His shoulders seemed less tense and his forehead turned smooth.

You smiled at him shyly.

You went back to your room to collect the ingredients you needed. Your pouch had all the small ones, and you scooped up the candles you collected before.

You were excitied like a kid, which came to you as a suprise. You expected yourself to be scared of the ritual, especially knowing the details of the spell. But all you saw with your mind’s eye is Astarion, laughing carefreely.

„And with this” you stepped into Astarions room „we can finally start the preparations.”

He looked at you, and took a few of the candles off of you. Well, like four of them.

You laughed at him playfully, and he shot you a „i fucking dare you” look, which suited him just perfectly.

You set up the candles how it was desdribec on the scroll.

„Now we just need to mix the remaining ingredients with my blood, and paint up the Shifting Circle” you read through the instructions. You picked up your dagger and a bowl, and started investigating your arm.

„Darling, let me” Astarion took your arm and dagger. „As a vampire, I will have a much easier time finding the right place.”

„For now.” you murmured.

„Pardon?” he looked at you, pulling away a little.

„You won’t be a vampire for much longer.”

He laughed.

„You’re right, darling.”

He made a small cut on your arm. It was barely noticable, if not for the blood that was dripping down into a designated bowl. After the needed amount, Astarion patched you up, and put a bandage on your arm. He has never been so caring with you before.

You mixed together the dry and wet ingredients, and used it to paint up the shifting circle. It had two smaller circles incorporated: one Astarion, the giver, and one for you, the reciever.

You stood there, admiring your work. It wasnt perfect, but it should do it. It will do it – you thought to yourself.

„Lastly, I would need some rats” you said, and started to look for them. You heard them before, hopefully they haven’t fled yet.

„Rats? Why?” asked Astarion suprised.

„I will need it, because after I change, I will crave blood and if that hunger is left untreated, I might go feral” you explained. You weren’t keen on rats, but they seemed like the best option.

„Oh that won’t do” said Astarion, shaking his head. He came over to you and grabbed your clean hand. „You’re making such a sacrifice for me, the least I can do is offer my blood in return.”

You gulped. The thought of you drinking from Astarion the same way he drank from you sounded very intimate. You had to admit, it was to your liking.

„Thank you” you nodded. You were very touched by his offer. After what he went through, he still offered himself for a future vampire.

You sat in your circle and Astarion sat in his. He put his hands on the line, touching the mixture, as the spell instructed. You already lit all the candles that were neatly next to the lines, all around you. You opened up the scroll, but before reading it out loud, you looked at Astarion one more time. He gave you an encouraging half smile.

„O ipwuli vji nehod vu tipf vji wenqosi vseovt vu ni simoiwoph jon gsun jot cysfip!”

With every word, you felt a strange buzzing in the room. Magic was happening, and it did so all around you. At first, nothing happened. You were starting to get discouraged, the thought of the scroll being a fake bubbled up in your mind.

But then, suddenly the candle lights grew downwards, and all touched the big circle. Fire spread towards you and Astarion too. It was fast, too fast for any of you to react, and in no time, it reached the small circles.

In that moment, your bones, your skin, your blood also turned into fire. Pain shot from everywhere. It started burning you up, or at least it felt like that. You started screaming, and fell on the floor. You grabbed onto your arms, trying to get rid of the feeling.

Just next second, Astarion cried out too, but you weren’t sure if it was because he also was in pain, or because he saw you in such agony. You just hoped that he would remember to not stop touching the now burning mixture, as it was the connection between him and you.

You couldn’t wonder further, and a striking pain hit your mouth, specifically your teeth. You quickly moved your hands to it, half expecting them to simply fall out. You felt your canine teeth grow long and sharp. Just like the ones Astarion has. Had.

Suddenly nausea took you over. The dinner which you happily had before checking your loot, quickly made its way out of your stomach, as it was no longer suitable you. You were trembling, you felt that with this, you had nothing left, that was human.

The burning pain started to lessen. Your skin felt cold, your bones felt light. Your head was spinning, as you gathered yourself into a sitting position.

And then the hunger hit. The most primal hunger you have ever felt. As if you have not eaten for weeks. Your hunger was strong, and you wanted, no, you needed to feed. To feed on blood.

A strong, appetizing scent hit you. Before you realized what it was, your body started moving on its own. You basically crawled towards Astarion, who seemingly also had his fair share of the ritual, because he was lying on the floor, quickly breathing.

You crawled over him, and without a second thought, you bit him, and started drinking his blood. It tasted heavenly, like ambrosia. After the first drop on your tongue, you lost yourself even more. You ate, fed, as if you had never actually eaten before. You drank as if you just walked trough the driest desert.

He squirmed under you. Instinctively, you tried holding him down. More, more, MORE! The hunger can never be saited, you felt that. But temporarily, you just need more of his blood. More of his delicious, rich, glorious blood. More of... Astarions blood.

As this thought went through your head, you froze in place. Your animalistic instincts evaporated, you were yourself again. You slowly pulled away from Astarions neck. You feared the worst, as you looked down on him. He was not fighting back, just laid there, head turned to the side , for you to have better acces to him.

His movements were only to help you, not to shake you off.

Tears formed in your eyes. You knew that after the transformation, you would need to feed. You wanted to gently ask Astarion to bite his wrist, letting him dictate how much of him he gave to you. You didn’t plan for you losing control as soon as you turned.

Astarion turned his head towards you. His formally scarlet eyes were now a silverish blue. They looked breathtaking.

„I’m...” you started saying, but your words drowned in sobs. Blood was still dripping from his wounds.

„Hey. Shhhh. I’m alive” Astarion slowly sat up, and he wrapped his arms around you.

It felt like years of supressed stress and held back emotions just flowed out of you, like a tap, that hasn’t been opened in years. You clinged on him, and cried harder than you ever did. Transforming really took a toll on you, emotionally and mentally. The last drop was Astarion holding you gently but tightly. An act you only dreamt about before. Something you only imagined, a longing that kept you going in the hardest times.

Now, it was real. And you were absolutely overwhelmed by everything.

He held you until you calmed down. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. His gestures were telling enough for you.

„Your heart is not beating anymore” said Astarion, with a sharp sadness in his voice. You put your hand on your chest. He was right, you also felt no beating. It was unusual.

You put your hands on his chest. Under your palm, his heart was going wild and alive. You looked at him in detail. His eyes were the most striking change, but you noticed other parts too, that just made him look more... Alive. His cheeks gained some blush, he was not pale as a ghost anymore. His face looked more relaxed, more playful and youthful. He looked stronger, like someone who can handle everything.

He looked more beautiful, than ever.

„And your heart is about to jump out of your chest” you said, smiling for the first time since the ritual. You felt your fangs emerge from behind your lips. You quickly hid it behind your hand, as if it was something to hide.

Astarion clearly thought otherwise, because he smiled back at you, and carefully moved your hands down.

„Don’t hide them darling. They are nothing to hide. You thought me this. And trust me, you’re still beautiful. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

His words caressed you. You allowed yourself to smile once more.

„Thank you” Astarion said with an honest voice. „I haven’t felt like this for... 200 years. And while I will search all corners of the world for the wizard, or any other cure, I can’t form the right words to properly say just how thankful I am for your actions. You’re the kindest soul anyone can ever meet. Most people would’ve stabbed me the first chance they had. Having someone like you by my side makes me feel... Safe. And I haven’t felt like thaf for a long time. And on top of that, we both seem to have fallen for eachother, which is just perfect. And I truly mean it.”

He looked into your eyes deeply before planting a sweet and hot kiss on your lips.

You stayed like that for a while.

Astarion, the not-so-pale elf, and you, the new vampire.

[sxp3rpoet]

cute zebra print tops, the jewellery, tube tops, short jean skirts, bb belts, bedazzled things, juicy couture, sunglasses, flip phones, the jewellery, tank tops, pink, pink, pink, bangles, platform sneakers, platform sandals, bedazzle every where.

I love mcbling bro.

[musette22]

So apparently Sebastian's gift to us on Chris' birthday is to reappear at the gym after 4.5 years, with shorter hair, all huge yet super huggable, in a dorky t-shirt, looking flexible, with bestie Ethan, and wearing all his expensive jewellery at once...did i miss anything? No complaints though, amazing crumbs, need July to come asap to see the actual process and hear all his noises🔥🥰

https://x.com/soorwellystan/status/1801332568224149566 re: Sebastian's gift, how could i have forgotten this detail, he now matches Chris in terms of juicy butt, pardon my French😍 (2/2)

NONNIE ❤️❤️❤️ I'm sorry for not replying sooner, I've been super busy these past few days (so of course that's when Sebastian decides to appear again, and HOW)

But omg, I absolutely LOVE that Sebastian reappeared on Chris's birthday, strutting his stuff in the gym no less 😭 And looking better than ever, like whoaaaaa, look at him??? Ridiculous. He looks incredible and I'm just.... having trouble processing 🥴

Gid credit @vader-anakin

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aura.everglo

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[artist-ellen]

Hi, I just wanted to say that I Adore your work so much! Your art is so beautiful! Sometimes I just sit there and look at one dress for ages just trying to take in all of the details you've stuffed in.

I love all of the historical bits you add, and the fabrics and the colours, and the jewellery and everything! I love the conflict in the hotd redesigns especially, with the targ/byzantine vs the westeros/more classically medieval, its so juicy, and you play it out so beautiful in the designs you've done.

Can't wait to see what you do next! you are possibly my favourite artist ever, all the love!

Awwwww 🥰 thank you. I’m glad you liked them so much! Hopefully you’ve liked my historical mermaids since then <3. We will see what I get up to next!

[pynkhues]

Sam is just too too too adorable with Delainey, look at this.

https://x.com/urvampiregirls/status/1833212629088657590

I'm so glad she's coming back. Apart from just wanting more of her Claudia, I feel like Jacob and Sam would be very sad if she didn't return.

That video is soooo cute, anon, I hadn't seen that before! And also so random that they'd just start showing each other their jewellery halfway through a panel, lmao.

And yes! I can't wait to see how they fold Claudia in for the new season, both with flashbacks and her ghost. I think I've mentioned this before, but I also feel like there's so much room to explore mmm, not jealousy, exactly, but like, juicy friction between Lestat and Louis if Lestat's seeing Claudia in a way that Louis isn't or can't.