#just a mannequin for cute outfits

[pigeonstab]

made a design :3

also this vvvv which I just found very cute

[xeneric-shrooms]

I don't know what to call this but *hands you a weird fucked up rock*

[abyssmalice]

(putting down a list of future dream commission ideas to file into my keepsafes tag for future viewing bc i sure as hell want to commission art of my tonitonis one day and i have GOALS for that!!!!!!!!!!!! but rn i do not have the munnies so once i can do it, i will have this handy list to refer to:

tonitoni and choldee in the same room pwease

tonitoni pkmn au. this is just an excuse to give her a (shiny) wooloo

tonitoni the eleventh. actual serious piece with dramatic lighting and blood and all of that dark stuff!! bonus points if harbingy coat is included kinda

delusion tonitoni and/or white-haired tonitoni!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(maybe) tonitoni squeezing a slime so that its eyes are popping out. this is cuteness factor

(maybe) tol tonitoni & the adventure of the pretty crystalfly)

[girlboypersonthingy]

hiiiii!!!! so i’m thinking of a velvette fic where u meet the vees after having dated her for a bit (a few weeks maybe). you hate them. you think they’re creepy and just assholes, even for being in hell. (you’re a bit more wholesome but yk still a sinner) like you just do NOT like the guys. you’re super worried abt velvette’s reaction to that fact so u try to sugar coat it but she’s just like “thank lucifer! i didn’t want them to be creepy bad influences on u!” and u’re both super relieved. i love her.

Heeyyyy I was wondering when you’d send in a Velvette request ☺️ you got it friend! Enjoyyyy~

TW: Val being a perv 😎 for like one second tho, Velvette gets a bit suggestive,?? Lots of cussing lol

The Only V For Me 💜

“AAHHH!!! Darling, you’re finally here! How was the drive? How was the driver?” Velvette watches as you walk through the doorway of her studio, looking around with big doe eyes at all the bright lights and flashy outfits and really beautiful model demons.

“Velvette!” Before you can say anything more, she’s pulling you into a a deadly tight hug. “It was actually…like way too much, babe. You don’t have to do all that fancy shit for me, ya know? But…yes, it was really nice. Thank you.” Velvette offers you a cheeky smirk followed by a quick kiss to the cheek.

Your darling girlfriend snaps her fingers and yells out a command to one of her assistants. “You! Come here.” She makes a ‘come here’ motion with her finger as she turns her attention back to you, her lips upturned into a smile again, “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Anything you need, you tell her.” She points to her assistant who is now right at your side. “Anything my darling asks for, you get it.” She gives the worker an intimidating glare before winking at you.

“Let me show you around!” Velvette puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along, pointing things out, explaining them. She is absolutely beaming with pride right now, glancing at you often to see your reaction. As you pass a mannequin clad in a really nice outfit, a gasp comes from Velvette. “Oh my! You know who would look absolutely stunning in this little number?” And now she’s flashing you this flirty grin and her bright red eyes are looking you up and down. Suddenly her smooth demeanor dropped as she grumbled under her breath a bit then sighed deeply.

“Oh, who am I kidding. With Vox and Val both here today, if I dress you in anything more appealing than what you’ve got on now, they will definitely try to steal you from me. You already look too cute…” This pulls a laugh from you but your laugh stops suddenly, stuck in your throat when you see how serious her expression is at the moment.

“Wait. What? What do you mean-“ And suddenly the doors swing open, slamming into the walls behind them as an extremely tall, blue-skinned individual with big red heart shaped glass quickly approaches Velvette, towering over both of you.

“WHERE THE HELL IS VOX?! I’ve been looking for that flat faced fuck all day.” He growls out and you take note of the fact that Velvette doesn’t flinch a bit. “Why the hell are you asking me? If he was here, you’d have found him already.” She snaps back and as the angry man before you was about to screech out another sentence, his expression softened rather quickly as his eyes fell on you.

“Why hello~ who do you have here? Wow! What a gorgeous creature you are. I’m Valentino. What’s your name, sweetheart?” One of his hands slips into yours and as he goes to lift your hand to his lips, Velvette pushes him so hard he nearly falls over.

“Their name is (Y/N), alright? And they are MINE. Now back off, Val.” She hisses in response, now tightly holding your hand, the hand that Val was holding just a second ago. “WHOO! Alright. My apologies, dear. Didn’t know this one was all yours. But I mean FUCK! They just have such nice lips! I mean, look at that mouth. You have the perfect pair of dick sucking li-“

Velvette shouts over him, “SHUT IT!!! You’re actually so vile. Get out of here, Valentino! You’re freaking out my babe.” She gives him another shove, making him frown angrily at her before he stomps off, probably punching a wall or kicking something over as he leaves. Oh, he definitely slams the door again too.

“Alrighty! Where were we?” Velvette seems to relax a bit more, going back to a more chipper and excited attitude as she again shows off all of her impressive work to you. She even got a few models to come do a little show just for you, all of them casually posing and showing off different outfits. Velvette kept asking your opinion, begging you to be ‘bloody honest’ with her.

“Oh, darling! You just have to come over one night and let me dress you up, just us two! Hmm~ I could dress you up and then maybe even…undress you again.” Just as your girlfriend started to flirt with you and as you started to feel more comfortable in this environment-

“Velvette! Happy Friday. Have you seen Val? I haven’t been able to reach him all day. I’m-“ The strong, electric voice that sounded from behind you two made you jump a bit and brought a frightening grimace to Velvette’s face.

“Oh~ Hello. (Y/N), right? Pleased to meet you! I was wondering when our precious like Velvette was gonna bring her play thing over. I’m Vox, creator of Voxtech. You know, on the late night talk show…and the morning talk show. I’m also the news anchor.” He doesn’t really offer you his hand, he more so just reached out and grasps your hand in his, giving it a rapid shaking.

His grip on your hand hurts a bit and the smug smirk on his face makes you somewhat intimidated by him. Vox just…gives you the creeps even more than Valentino did and he basically verbally assaulted you. Before you can even come up with a response to him-

“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone knoWS WHO YOU ARE, YOU PRICK. NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” And now Velvette looks kind of scary, like so pissed off and annoyed that she looks like she could actually kill someone right now. The someone preferably being Vox. Her bright red eyes glow with rage and irritation, her pretty lips now turned into a deep scowl.

As she yells in his face, his expression drops to one of annoyance and exhaustion. “Where’s Val?” Velvette groans before responding. “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me! He just left, looking for you. Look on your stupid little cameras and find him and go tell him to STOP SLAMMING MY DOORS OR IM GONNA-“

Not that Velvette scared you but…she looked pretty upset right now and her yelling is enough to put anyone into a slight panic. So you slip you hand around her bicep, gently pulling her tense arm back a bit so you could comfortably slide your hand down to hers, interlocking your fingers. Her words stopped in their tracks, your tender touch almost making her flinch. Her head whipped around and she looked at you for a good few seconds, a smile slowly growing on her lips. She turns back to the screen-faced man, her smile not faltering this time.

“Off you go.” Velvette quite literally shoos him away with a wave of her hand as her other hand snakes its way around your waist and back until her arm is fully wrapped around you and you’re pressed into her side. She turns her back on Vox, determined to keep her full attention on you for the rest of the day. You’re too distracted by her embrace to notice if Vox had even left or not.

You clear your throat. “Babe…?” “Yes, love?” “Don’t get mad.” You look at her with a serious expression, causing her to blink in confusion. “Mad at you? Never. What’s on your mind?” Velvette pulled away from you for just a second then she faced you and held both your hands in her own.

“I feel…extremely uncomfortable here. Specifically, with Valentino and Vox. I-I…I’m sorry I just…I don’t like them…very much…they scare me.” Velvette chuckles before you can finish your sentence and you’re not sure if you should be relieved or even more worried. Suddenly, she pulls you into a tight hug, her hands rubbing big circles all over your back.

“Ugh, I’m so terribly sorry, darling. Truly, I figured those two would be busy on a Saturday, too busy to be bothering us already.” She turns her head to kiss your cheek then pulls you in even closer. “Fuck! I’m actually so relieved you said that. Those two are so terrible…truly, irresponsible! I mean it when I say I’m the backbone of the Vs okay? Those two pussies would fall apart in a matter of hours without me! Ugh they can’t even keep it together for one day!” “Babe…” You try to calm her again, seeing how worked up she gets having to constantly deal with her work partners.

With her attention solely on you, she softly says, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What do you want to do next, hm? We can go somewhere. Anywhere. Just say the words.” Her long fingers gently graze the skin of your cheek, causing you to become a bit flustered. It’s almost baffling how she can be so cold and cruel to everyone around her except you. You were her only weakness, and she doesn’t mind one bit. She loves you endlessly. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in Hell.

[saphig-iawn]

My Own Sailor Scout

When someone requests my services, we spend some time chatting about their desires for the session. They already know what I am capable of, but I always make sure that I tailor sessions in such a way that their desires and fantasies are fulfilled without straining the poor things.

Even when we want it, letting go and allowing someone else to take the reins can be tough, and this Doll wanted to take those first steps.

We chatted and designed the session all around letting go, and letting me in.

The first bit of magic would be a simple little spell that when I clicked my fingers she would lock in place-

Like a statue…

Like a mannequin waiting for an outfit…

Like a drone awaiting a command…

When I brought her up and out of trance with my magic held deep inside a safe space in her mind, we chatted a little more. It was her first time going under with the purpose of having a new spell so I wanted to know about how the trance felt, how she-

SNAP

Her voice fell silent.

Her body slowed.

Her mind quietened.

I couldn't help but giggle to myself. I know how she is feeling right now. A whirl of excitement and disbelief, roiling and bubbling with joy. I spoke aloud to her, teasing a little.

She found herself speechless when I released her, giggling and giggling. I was right. She couldn't believe it. Every attempt to try and communicate how she felt just fell to cute dolly giggles.

And so I wove my second piece of magic, that when I have her frozen in place if I described myself posing her body she would feel herself being posed.

She was an excellent doll.

First I started with adorable little head tilts, and smiles, making her feel my control. Then I'd pool her hands in her lap like a sweet doll.

Every time I froze her and posed her, and then released her, she eagerly asked to be frozen and posed again. Each of her words was brimming with happiness, that is, if she was able to stop giggling in disbelief to get them out.

We wrapped up the session with something a little more fun.

I turned into her my own cutesy figurine.

I snapped my fingers and guided her up and out of her chair.

I brought her heels together, and lent her back so her cute behind would be on show.

I moved her head forward, gave it a little tilt, a smile, and closed one of her eyes in a wink.

The cherry on top; moving her hand to her closed eye in an adorable peace sign.

I kept her there for a little while, cooed in her ear about dressing her in a cute outfit and placing her on my shelf.

There was nothing she could do about it.

And that was how she wanted it.

My own Sailor Scout.

This was of a session with one of my clients, did you enjoy? You can support me on Ko-fi, and if you'd like to experience hypnosis with me, check my pinned post or fill out my Intake Form!

[shirakow]

Thinking about . . . ! Yuuji Itadori and his indecisiveness ?!

ㅤㅤYuuji who never knew what to wear and kept wearing the same hoodies all week long (and still managed to look good in all of them which is a skill he doesn't know he has), because he was just that indecisive on outfits. Luckily he only had one pair of good shoes because if he had two, well consider him fucked already.

So the moment you came into his life—albeit beautifully—considering your sense of style was just out there, and it was clear you knew your damn stuff. Or just the fact that you're the light that entered his life, and that definitely means something because Yuuji was brighter than the sun itself.

Anyway, Yuuji would be thrilled at the fact you offered to share matching outfits with him! It started off as cute inspo pics you found with a quick search on pinterest, to choosing some of the outfits off stylish mannequins and adding your own flare to it, or to... Letting Yuuji pick what outfits he wants you to wear, and you choosing his.

Honestly, the third one wasn't that bad? But the fact that he asked, "Where are your hoodies?" in the beginning made you absolutely die inside, though you decided to trust him and tell him where they were; thinking he was gonna pick a cute one or a statement piece but he chose a worn down gray hoodie that you clearly use as a pajama as his choice.

"I'm not gonna go out looking like a homeless man." "Oh."

"But you'd be the cutest homeless man?" "Babe, no."

Safe to say you're choosing the outfits from now on.

© ehirakow ! wrote this in idk how many minutes bc i cant fall asleep again

luv ya my babes!

[jjkamochoso]

Hii again! Question, would you write requests for any other Hunter x Hunter characters? I know a lot of people (including myself) would prefer to only write for characters they like so I wanted to ask beforehand!! Anyways onto my request, could you write a Feitan x Reader who really likes 'cute and pretty' things, and ends up finding a boutique that specializes in sweet & cute gothic lolita fashion after a mission? Maybe on a walk back to the base, it catches her eye, and she just has to stop by while Feitan just sighs and follows along. Take your time and thank you!!(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hello!!! So glad to see you’ve requested something else, I’ve been itching to write for Feitan some more and you always have the best ideas!! In regard to your question, I would definitely write for other HxH characters! I won't write for Killua or Gon but I’m open to Kurapika, Leorio, or any of the Phantom Troupe! I can’t guarantee they’ll be the most in character the first time I write but I’ll try my best :)

Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like what I’ve written for you!!! Much love🫶❤️

Girly Girl!

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: small mentions of violence

You walked down the busy street, your fluffy skirt swishing against your legs with every bounce of your steps. Your companion was quietly striding next to you, his hands hidden away in his pockets and his mouth covered by his cowl. To everyone passing you on the street, you were sure you couldn't have looked more out of place, but that couldn't have bothered you two less. Your style was one that garnered attention everywhere you went; you were always adorned in things like pretty bows and sweet dresses that highlighted your equally adorable personality. Even as a member of the Phantom Troupe, your enemies seemed to frequently underestimate you because of your appearance, but that didn't deter you, especially when it was their blood splattered on the floor by the end of each mission, not yours.

"Oh my gosh, Feitan!" you exclaimed, gasping loudly. "Look at this cat! Isn't she the cutest?"

You picked up the small creature in your gentle grasp, holding it up to your face to get a better look at it as it pawed at your long and sparkly dangle earrings.

"Street vermin. Has fleas and now so do you," he stated plainly, his eyes blinking with boredom.

"Aww, you're no fun," you moaned, giving the cat a few scratches under the chin before setting it back on the ground. You continued on your silent journey back to base, stealing glances at Feitan every once in awhile. You had always found him to be extremely handsome and, as a self proclaimed lover of pretty things, what better way to spend your time than gazing at the prettiest man you knew?

"You stare too much."

"It's not my fault you're just so cute that I can't look away."

"Disgusting," he said, doing his best to hide any exposed skin under his cowl so you didn't see the blush reddening his cheeks.

"It's such a nice day out," you blabbered on, "with so many gorgeous flowers surrounding us. Did you see them?"

"Mhmm."

"Oh!" You tugged on Feitan's sleeve, an action he would gladly slice someone's arm off for—if they weren't you, of course. "Can we go in here? This bakery is just so quaint!"

"No." His reply was as short as he was.

"How about here? You can't deny that a trip to the bookstore would do us both some good."

"I no need more books."

"Everyone needs more books," you muttered, watching all the city's best shops pass you by. All of a sudden, you caught a glimpse of an extravagant window display and let out your second loud gasp of the day.

"I. Have. To. Go. In. This. Instant," you said, your eyes alight with wonder. Feitan furrowed his brow. You were practically salivating in front of a boutique that had mannequins dressed in gothic lolita outfits, much like the one you were currently wearing.

"What wrong with clothes you have now?"

"Nothing," you whined, trying to convince him with your best pleading eyes and pouty lips, "but I want to shop around for a few minutes. Please?"

Feitan was certainly no pushover, but there was no way he could deny you anything when you were looking at him like that.

"Fine," he grumbled, trailing after your cotton candy perfume that signaled you were already through the store's doorway, "you lucky I like you."

When your eyes landed on all the different racks of clothes and accessories, you had to fight the urge to squeal in excitement. Without any hesitation, you scooped up as many articles of clothing that your arms could wrap around and immediately ran into the dressing room. Feitan rolled his eyes at your childish behavior, but he was secretly interested to see how everything looked on you. He stood as still as a statue, his gray eyes locked on the dressing room curtain you had disappeared behind.

“Hello sir! Finding everything okay?”

One of the store’s workers had approached him, making him scowl. He hated socializing.

“Yes. Waiting for her.” He nodded in your direction.

“Great!” exclaimed the woman. “Let your girlfriend know it’s buy one get one 40% off on everything in the store. I’ll be happy to help if you need me!”

His fingers twitched with the urge to slit the worker’s throat for her nosiness and unwelcome assumption, but with much reluctance, he resisted and opted to nod in acknowledgement instead. He didn’t want you to be banned from a store that brought you so much joy.

“Okay! What do you think? This was my favorite out of everything,” you said, emerging from the dressing room in a black dress with white lace trim and a white petticoat peeking out from under the voluminous skirt. Feitan didn’t believe in gods or heavens, but he could’ve sworn he was staring at an angel.

“Tch. It okay, I guess,” he said, averting his gaze from your figure to focus on something to the side of him. He didn’t like the effect you were having on him in that new dress. His heart never beat that quick unless he was met with the tantalizing promise of torturing some poor soul; there was no reason for him to get so worked over some girl. The thing was, unfortunately, you weren’t just some girl to him; you were his whole world, his greatest treasure. He’d rather die a thousand miserable deaths than ever admit that out loud, but it was the truth.

“I’m gonna buy it,” you decided, yanking the curtain closed again. Feitan wanted to slam his head against the nearest shelf out of frustration; how was he supposed to focus on a mission if you were wearing that?

After you got dressed in your own outfit, you hung up the other clothes on the return rack and hugged the dress you chose close to your chest, giddy to have a new item for your closet. You raced to the check stand and before you knew it, you were a proud owner of a new dress.

“Thanks for letting me stop there, that was very sweet of you,” you told Feitan, the pavement of the street leading you back towards the base once more. He was seemingly ignoring you until he spoke up again a few minutes later.

“There was sale happening. Buy one get one 40% off.”

You scoffed, a frown appearing on your face. “Feitan! I would’ve gotten something else then, you should’ve told me.”

Much to your surprise, he procured something from his pocket. You were met with a new pair of gloves being thrust into your view.

“These free. Better deal,” he said, dropping them into your shopping bag.

You broke out into a huge smile. “You stole those just for me? You do have a heart beneath that cold exterior of yours, don’t you?”

“Say something else and they become fuel for fire tonight.”

You snickered, knowing he was bluffing. He could be crueler than you could ever imagine, inflicting pain and misery on whomever he desired, but not you; never you.

“How did you know I’ve been searching for those exact gloves all over the place?” you eventually questioned.

Because I pay attention. Because I know everything about you.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I guessed you would like. You just like Phinks: girly girls.”

“And I know you love that about me,” you teased with a giggle, swinging your shopping bag without a care in the world. Feitan released an annoyed huff of air.

You were definitely right about that.

[mas-o-kissed]

OK FINALLY GOING TO WRITE THE MANNEQUIN POST WE PROMISED ❤️

(TW dubcon, paralysis, threat of permanent)

I’d shove the potion down your throat while straddling you on the floor. Drink it all! Don’t spill a drop! Just be good and take it all for me, okay? You’d whimper and try to spit it out, but darling it’s already too late.

Your movements slow. Muscles stiffen. Is it getting hard to move, my love? Ohh, such a scared face! It’ll get stuck like that, you know. Hahaha! That’s right. Frozen stiff for me. You make such an adorable mannequin.

You’re so cute like this I just have to use you to get off, my darling. I can’t let such a good toy go to waste. I wonder what’s going through your mind as I use you…

Are you asking how long this spell will last? If you’re trapped like this? A mannequin, an object for me to dress up and play with, my possession, forever?

Oh my love, that’s not for you to know. I don’t want you thinking about the future, the possibility of escape, I want you here, now, with me. Stuck. Frozen. It’s only for me to know if this is permanent.

When I finish using you for the night I would lift you up and set you on your feet, so gently. You’re warmer than the average shop mannequin, and you look so real. I take pleasure in dressing you up. Picking your best colors. Decorating you sweetly and carefully like a lovely little doll. But you’re not just a doll, my pet. You’re a mannequin. You’re meant to be put on display.

So I would set you in the shop window. In the day, people come by my shop. They see you, standing in the clothes picked for you, in the pose I set you in.

They don’t know that you can see them. That you can consider your situation as an object. That you can still think. That’s our fun little secret, isn’t it? And you do look so cute in the outfits I choose for you. Day after day. Used, dressed, displayed.

You don’t get to know how long this will last, so you might as well enjoy it.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

PAINT AND WINE ~ BILL K.

BASED OF THIS POST!

Bill Kaulitz x nailtech!reader

in which your favorite client comes to you to decorate his nails and leave you flustered by the end of the session.

FOR WHAT FELT LIKE THE 50th time you sprayed down your supplies, wiping each individual tool till you saw your reflection. You scurried around the room, reaching for the cherry scented air freshener and spraying it everywhere. You checked yourself in the large mirror, scrunching your hair, fixing your smudged lipgloss, adjusting the your shirt, you had a client coming in. Not just any other client, your favorite client, the famous lead singer of a German band that had slid into your dm’s and eventually became your regular client. Not to mention the fact that he was cute, beautiful bleach blond hair reaching his shoulder, he always had on dangly jewelry that jingled with each step, a bright outfit and the occasional platforms.

He had booked an appointment a week prior, texting you a frowny face and his outgrown nails that you remember doing just a month beforehand. You immediately pushed back any plans, clearing up the whole day just for him, was a bit excessive, yes, but at least your were self aware of it. You pulled the wine out from the fridge and added it into a bucket of ice, two shiny glasses stood next to it. You took a look around the room, making sure that everything was perfect, then a knock softly came from your front door. You smiled, rushing towards it and swirling as his familiar face came into sight. You immediately grinned back, opening his arms and lowering his tall figure to connect your bodies in a hug.

As you expected, he had a glittery outfit and a bright expression on his face. “It’s so good to see you, schatz!” He mumbled into your hair, lightly swaying your bodies side to side as you giggled.

“It’s amazing see you.” You hled his hands and pulled him into your apartment, he took in the open windows that let the natural light in, the bowls on the floor for your dog, and the tidy living area that lead into your mini setup. “How’s my favorite client doing?” You questioned with a knowing smile, walking towards the cold wine bottle and opening it.

“Oh, your so sweet.” He blushed, setting down his mini hand-bag onto your couch, helping you pour in the liquid to the glasses. “I’ve been doing very good, the band and I are meeting up soon to start practicing for the show. And, I’m hosting the German Barbie premiere!”

You gasp happily, smiling at him and clapping your hands, “That’s amazing, Billy, I can only assume that your outfit will absolutely gorgeous.” As if your words sparked a reminder in his head he rushed to his hand bag and pulled out his phone.

“Oh, you must see what I’m going to wear, it’s stunning and I want to have matching nails with it.” His grown out nails clicked on his screen as he swiped through his photos and flipped to you, in the photo he revealed his sparkly, sequin one piece that was displayed on a mannequin. “And then I was thinking of some pink platform to go with it.”

Your eyes widened, taking the device into your hands you zoomed in on piece. “That’s beautiful, Bill.” You mumbled looking up at the blonde, “Sit down we have to start now, a pretty design for a pretty man.” You winked, handing him back the phone as his face flushed with a red tint.

You immediately began, sanitizing your hands and slipping on pink gloves as Bill described his idea for the look. It incorporated a lot of pink—obviously the premiere would be centered around Barbie’s iconic color— and green. Of course, he always let you have some creative freedom when it came to doing his nails, you were the artist of course. Your took buzzed as you swiped it I’ve the old design, giving you a brand new canvas to deal with.

“And when I first pitched the idea to my designer he totally didn’t agree, he was talking about how the green wasn’t right, the sparkles didn’t look good..” Bill ranted on like usual as you listened in, humming occasionally to acknowledge your attention while always working up his nails.

“Bill, just fire him at this point.” You spoke up, sipping the wine and placing it back down before reaching for a brush. “Your stylist hasn’t done anything but disagree with your options, a professional one would listen to you and Mickey add in their opinions.”

The man let out a sigh, throwing his head back in a groan, you smirked, softly chuckling to yourself at his antics. “I know, I know, I just don’t know how to fire people, I’ve never done it before.”

“Sometimes you have to be mean in order to get your message across, don’t let people take advantage of your kindness, learn to draw line.” You replied softly when a ding rang from your phone, you glanced over and smiled. “Our food is here!”

Bill gasped, as you stood up. “You got me food?” He stared up at you admiringly, voice so soft and happy. You nodded, walking towards the door before he caught your hands, tightly holding it. “You are the best nail tech ever.”

“You are my favorite client ever.” You smiled, squeezing his hand and pulling away to pick up the food that was dropped off on your front door. Once you collected it you walked back into the room only to be met with a phone camera recording you as you walked ack to your seat. “What?”

“You are amazing, truly.” He said, putting his phone down, “I’m posting that on my Instagram to show people just how mama isn’t you are.”

“I do my best.” You winked, handing him a few boxes of food, and fizzy drink to keep him company as you continued your work. “Are we thinking about gems for the look.”

“Of course, it is a requirement at this point.” The blonde replied, sipping away at his drink while watching you. “You know we have a show coming up soon, you should come.”

“Really? I can’t even remember the last time you guys have preformed.” You smiled, dipping into the light pink acrylic with a wet brush and gently swiping it from his nail bed to the top of his previous nail. “Where will it be at?”

“In Germany, but don’t worry I can pay for the hotel the flight, everything.” He ushered out quickly, awaiting you reaction while you work skillfully on his hand.

“I’ll see if my schedule is busy that week.” You replied, “I’ll do my best, especially if you’ll be wearing my nails out there.”

Bill smiled, revealing his pearly as a giant dimple indented his cheek. “You know your my only girl.”

His words made such a bubbly feeling flutter within your stomach as you kept your head low and focused on his hand to hide the blush on your face. Once you’d refilled all ten fingers you reached for your phone for inspiration, flipping through multiple designs and colors that would match his outfit but also be cute enough to wear out for any occasion. “I think a sharp stiletto shape could be good, and we could do two separate colors on each nail.”

You nodded as you listened to his words, reaching for your nail file and buffer, he was already looking through multiple tester nails to choose what colors he wanted. “So should we do a different design on each nail to keep the theme going or keep them all the same just change the color?”

“To make your job easier, I say we keep them all the same.” Bill replied before shaking you a bright neon color that caught his eyes. “Let’s do this one,” You noted the color before he switched to another shade of pink, “and this one.”

“Amazing choice.” You smiled, running the file against the nail, shaping the plastic into a sharp pointed as the blonde admired your passionate concentration. The way you leaned in, eyes focusing on how even the edges were despite Bill not caring whether they were symmetrical or not. You could’ve given him the worst possible set with an unflattering color and he’d still tip you a ridiculous amount of money.

You purposely took far to long buffing his nails, making dumb small talk and stopping your movements so that you could engage with him more. You played dumb when you connected your drill, pretending that one didn’t work or it was busted just so he’d lean forward a little in an attempt to help despite not having a clue on what the issue even was (Which was nothing).

“Are you finished?” You questioned, pointing at the cup that had been sitting by his arm for the past thirty minutes, he snapped out of his mini trance and grabbed it.

“Yeah, I’m done.” He smiled kindly as you tossed it into the trash can behind you, where all the rest of the empty boxes of food resided. “So, how has life been?”

You chuckled softly, reaching for a bottle of nail polish. He’d asked the same questions three times now. “Pretty good.” You nodded, coating a thin layer of black onto his nails.

Bill clicked his tongue, eyes wandering around the room in a desperate attempt to find another topic to talk about. “Has Bruno gotten better?” He glanced at the picture frame sitting on a shelf, a fluffy shih tzu posing for the camera.

You beamed at the sound of your dogs name, lifting your head up from his nails and leaning over to grab your phone. “Yes, the last vet visit went really well! Look, he even starting eat regularly now.” You pearly teeth practically sparkled from your big grin as you showed him a video the the dog grubbing on the cylinder treats in a metal bowl.

“Aww, look at the baby boy.” Bill muttered, taking your phone as you went back to painting the design onto his nails. “Thinking about getting another one?”

“Thinking about, but I don’t know yet, I really want to though.” You replied, squinting your eyes and steadying you hand as you swirled the thin brush onto the acrylic. For the next hour you worked diligently in perfecting the colorful neon colors and giggling when the blonde made immature jokes before the room fell into a comfortable silence. Bill could only stare in awe as you hands worked in such smooth movements, everything about you so elegant and beautiful.

Even the concentrated look on your face that you swore was stupid made him smile, such supple features carved out that he could only describe as perfect. Gentle and soft skin, such a silky voice that hummed with the music, it was ridiculous just how many things he could find that he’d admire. From the color of your irises to the different moles on your face, he’d sat in the same chair so many times and admired you for so long that you practically engraved in his mind. And as the space in his brain began to fill up, it quickly leaked in the core of his heart, he couldn’t say that it belonged to him anymore because it only beat for you.

“You like the way it’s looking?” You spoke up, Bill’s mind fogged up with so many thoughts that he’d spaced out for a while. You’d already begun placing the rhinestones, for what he thought was seconds was actually hours.

“Oh my.” He mumbled, taking in the sparkly jewels that were placed onto his thumb. “I love it!”

“Perfect.” You blushed, going back to your work, and so you finished after another half hour, finishing up by rubbing some cuticle oil scented in sweet watermelon. Immediately, Bill walked over to your couch, retrieving his mini back and digging through to find his wallet. Your hands came up, gripping his wrist as he pulled out a large sum of bills. “It’s on me, I insist, Billy.”

“No, no, I can’t let you do that!” The blonde whined, knowing that you were far too stubborn when it came to paying for his nails. “Just this once, let me pay you the money you deserve.”

“I’ve told you before, I don’t want your money, keep it.” You lightly pushed away his hands that were offering you the money as he frowned, sighing heavily. “When I have you here, it doesn’t feel like I’m working, it feels like joy, so keep the money.”

Bill groaned, “Fine, I keep the money but you must promise me something.” You smiled as he placed the cash into his bag.

“Anything.”

“Sometime this week, you and me are going to find someone to make you a dress for the premiere.” He smirked, crossing his arms as your mouth slightly hung open ajar.

“But I have to check my—“

“Sweetie, your going with me, and that’s it.”

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” You teased, your tone only half joking as you giggled.

He shrugged, hair bouncing of his shoulder while he smirked. “You could say that, the plus one ticket could go to you, my date.”

You grinned, “Your date? So does this mean you like me, Billy?”

“I really like you, sweetie, otherwise I would’ve invited Tom.” He chuckled softly, “Though I don’t think he’d want to wear pink.”

For what felt like the millionth time, you smiled so big and wide that you were sure your mouth would get stuck in that position. “How about a kiss and some wine, in honor our first date.”

Bill’s spark nails clicked as it wrapped around the wine glass. The red liquid swishing as he sipped it before passing it to you, you drank what was left before placing it onto the table. As soon as the liquid passed down your throat he leaned forward, red stained lips connecting with yours. The taste of wine lingering between your intertwining tongues as you desperately leaned in closer, arms around around his neck.

After months of waiting you finally got your own taste of heaven.

y’all this took way to long to make and I’m sorry but ur girl has been busy w school and after school I’m sleeping so this took way long to write then usual. ALSO, I need to spill the tea abt this mf in my class that’s like an ugly-hot typa dude but his personality is a 15/10. But the worst part is that he had a gf— but like we have a connection I swear he wants me fr.

[wonijinjin]

enhypen with a s/o who wears glasses

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 0.4k | pairings: enhypen x gn! reader | warnings: none

hee would adore his partner in glasses, they could count on being babied by him all the time. he would definitely be the type to adjust his partner’s glasses when it slides down their nose, while pecking their nose in the process, also loving how they would scrunch their nose to keep it in place.

jay also had bad eyesight in the past, so he would know the struggles of having glasses, and would be helping his partner in secret, doing favors like cleaning their glasses when they are in the shower, or carrying microfibre wipes with him if his partner needs it, even paying for extra good quality lenses.

jake likes to wear glasses, so his partner wearing them would perfectly match with him. he loves how his partner is not only smart for real, but even looks very smart too with glasses on, just like what people say about him when seen in one pair, him and his partner would be the smart duo for sure, taking aesthetic pics in coffee shops.

hoon would find the fact that his partner wears glasses very attractive. he really likes that chic, more elegant look on himself as he attends fancy events, so he would be melting if his partner dressed up for a dinner date while wearing glasses, he would think it is very sexy, going on and on about how gorgeous they look all the time.

sunoo probably loves glasses and thinks it is both cute and sexy, he loves styling them with different outfits, so his partner would be his mannequin for different glasses styles as he claims they look good in everything they wear, helping them match an outfit to it all the time, him squeaking with excitement if they like the outfit aswell.

jungwon thinks glasses are so cute, he finds his partner so mesmerising with the lenses, so innocent and pure. he takes care if his things well so he would focus his attention on not breaking the lenses if his partner takes it off or take his partner’s glasses off when they forget it and fall asleep in it, but not without would taking a few pics first.

riki would tease his partner a lot with taking their glasses and holding it up so they could not reach it, he would find so much joy in this little game. he would also beg his partner to try the pair on from time to time, especially if they have a new one made, always being amazed and commenting on how bad their eyesight is.

[whiskersz]

Husk/Angel/Reader, reader coming out as gender-fluid but is mostly masc aligned but has to put up with misgendering bc of liking fem fashion and how they support reader

Yay, poly relationship! I hope you enjoy the little fic and the format, decided to mix up hcs and ficlet :)

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When you come out as Genderfluid, both Angel and Husk are very supportive; you guys have been dating for a while at this point, and they were already aware of your struggles with gender, but they never minded one bit, just wishing for you to be happy and healthy, and to eventually find out what fits you best, whether that meant discovering a label you’re comfortable with or deciding not to label yourself at all.

Husk is, let’s say it, not the most well versed in these kind of things, but he does identify as Pansexual so he knows a thing or two about the community. He gathers his own information though, don’t worry, he doesn’t really need you to explain everything to him; unless it’s something deeply personal that only you can explain, in that case he’ll take you aside and ask you in the kindest and most non-judgemental way possible.

Angel is very excited for your discovery! He immediately asks if there’s anything he and Husk can do to make you feel more comfortable, maybe if there’s any pet names you prefer on some particular days or if you need to go shopping for new clothes that are gender affirming. Husk considers the latter a wonderful idea and offers to pay for anything that you might buy, if that is the case.

All in all, both of your boyfriends reveal to be your biggest support system within the Hotel, and probably in the entirety of Hell.

So it’s only natural that, when you three encounter a form of misgendering for the first time, they’re very protective of you over it;

It’s not often that you venture out of the Hotel with both of your partners, but today you three decided to go shopping for a couple new garments; your outfit could be described as fairly neutral, you’ve settled on wearing the most comfortable things in your closet to make it easier for you in case you’ll need to change and try anything on.

The chitter-chatter between Angel and Husk fills your ears and filters out the various cursing and screaming that’s, as usual, coming from every corner of the street – you’re used to it though, this is Hell after all.

You reach your destination fairly quickly, a small shop in an alley situated not much far away from the Hotel; Husk keeps the door open for both you and Angel, holding his pouch tight as it contains the money he’s brought with him in case you decide to buy anything.

The shop is cute, walls wine colored with white rose patterns scattered across them; you comment on it before an employee makes their way towards your little group:

“Welcome, what do you need?” she asks, voice flat, her tail swaying in an almost irritated manner.

You pay no mind to it and answer her question:

“Uhm, I’d like to look at the dresses section please.”

“Sure, follow me.” She gestures at you three before leading you to a different room a bit in the back, which is surely brimming with dresses of any kind.

You glance at the ones more on the chic side, already daydreaming about all the dates you could wear them on; Angel wiggles his eyebrows and nudges you when your eyes are caught by a black mini dress worn by a mannequin.

On the right side are the cuter dresses, the ones that are mostly meant to be worn during summer. They’re pretty, but most of them are of a color that you don’t particularly enjoy.

Right in front of you are exposed a couple of more dapper ones, you notice Husk eyeing those himself and you already know he’s imagining you wearing them, which makes your heart beat slightly faster.

“I’ll be nearby miss, if you need further assistance.”

And with that, the employee leaves. But oh, she used a word that she shouldn’t have.

Before leaving the Hotel, while having a light breakfast with your boyfriends, you had told them about how you specifically wished to be called masculine terms today and that you prayed nobody was going to misgender you. So it’s only natural that Husk’s ears shot up and Angel immediately turned towards her once they realized too.

“Leave it guys, she doesn’t know.” You stopped them before they could say something overly mean.

“Nothin’ wrong with correcting people, sweetheart.” Husk argued;

“Right! Hey toots-“ Angel calls her over once more, explaining the misunderstanding and communicating to her your preferred terms today since she is going to be helping and working with you for a while. He does so with such authority that she profoundly apologizes by the end of it, which is rare for anybody in Hell.

“Stand up for yourself when we’re not around too, alright?” Husk reminds you once the exchange between Angel and the employee is over.

“The old man’s right,” Angel teases, “We don’t want you feeling uncomfortable. But am I glad you didn’t have to interact with that woman because man, she was an ass at first!”

You shush him rather quickly, scared she might still be in hearing distance. Husk doesn’t help you at all, way too busy nodding at Angel’s statement.

Once they make sure one last time that everything is alright, you guys resume looking for the perfect dress.

Husk guides you towards the cheapest but still classy options, lots of dark shades and perhaps even accessories, while Angel proposes various things that are the complete opposite of that.

You know very well that they’re just suggesting though, and you can calmly look for a dress that you like while they check the options they enjoy the most.

You end up finding one that’s of your liking with the help of the employee, who this times seems to be acting in a way nicer manner than earlier; it’s in your favorite color, perfect for any occasion just like you like it, and both your boyfriends thrillingly approve!

 At the end of your little shopping spree – Angel ended up finding something for himself, too – you’re mostly glad that your boyfriends were there to make the whole experience a little less uncomfortable than it would’ve been had you gone alone.

You’re also delighted to see that both of them are ready to stand up for you in any situation, no matter how insignificant you might think of it as.

[sleepytoycollection]

This isn't a review, so I'm not going to go too in-depth or photograph everything, but I absolutely adore this set.

It's clear so much thought went into all the little details, and I can feel the love for design coming through from everyone who worked on this it.

The accessories are so good. Like having two pairs of scissors!?! And not two pairs of the same scissor mold in different colors, they're different types of scissors!!! One for the fabric, one for non-fabric. That's such a realistic detail to include. An adjustable desk?? Plus just the range and amount of items! It's wonderful. All she's missing is a cup of paint water she'll almost drink 5 times when she meant to grab her coffee lmao.

The interactive play of being able to pin the fabric onto the mannequin to try different combos and looks, being given a good amount of fabric to do so, I could go on and on.

The doll herself is lovely too, and her outfit is cute. She interacts well with her accessories, even if her skirt makes it hard for her to sit on her stool.

Honestly I have no real criticisms of this set, and I'm thrilled I got it. Plus it's so cute to see her mini desk set up on my big desk set up. Maybe I should give her little knick knacks and toys to clutter up her workspace too lol. Just a 10/10 set. Fabulous.

[akinchi]

They're going on a date 🤭🤫

So I saw these 2 cute Spy x Family outfits on the mannequin stands in Oxgn, which was my inspo for this art. It's below the cut.

TELL ME THAT DOESN'T SCREAM MATCHING COUPLE OUTFITS?!! It literally looked like it was just dying for me to draw them on a date with those outfits HUAHSHHSHSJKS

Yor's hat was just something I added tho because it looked cute.

Yes... the peanut here has limbs and Yor's hat doesn't. 🥲

[ohbo-ohno]

reader fully stops taking care of herself. doesn’t eat, doesn’t bathe, doesn’t brush her teeth. Johnny is all over it, almost ecstatic that he gets to take care of his baby this way!!! The force feeding is tough on him bc he doesn’t like having to hold you down and watch Simon force feed you, but he wants you healthy :(

But he LIVES for bathing you, brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, dressing you up!! Though he usually just sticks you in his clothes bc youre so cute

i've been holding onto this one since last night bc i bluescreened when i first saw it. like this one really got to me dude

for the sake of keeping this in the side of dark that i prefer, let's say you're refusing to do all these things because you're angry, not depressed. maybe you thinks refusing to brush your teeth will make them not want to kiss you or something lol, regardless you're lowkey trying to annoy them into letting you go.

does not work. johnny is fucking ecstatic to play with you like a doll for a few days. he does everything for you, enjoys every single second. spreads your lips wide, sticks his fingers in your mouth so he can brush them for you, laughs a little when your whole face scrunches up and hushes you like you're a spooked animal when you try to pull away on instinct.

he'd treat you so well in the shower. you'd be standing there, stiff and mopey and determined to act like a fucking mannequin, and he just absolutely does not care. do you have any idea how difficult it is to stay stiff when a giant scot is rubbing shampoo into your scalp like it's the most important thing he's ever done???? he's a little goofy with it too, lathers the ends of your hair with conditioner and plops it all on top of your head, makes himself laugh. makes big mounds of bubbles on your shoulders with the soap (pun not intended).

he eats you out, of course. lathers your whole body in his bodywash (so you smell like him, duh) and licks your cunt clean when he goes to wash it off. it's the only time you really start to struggle, but he just forces you flat to the shower wall with a hand on your stomach and completely ignores the way you shove at his head. jacks off on your shins and washes that away for you too

he haaaates watching you make simon force feed you :( has to squeeze his eyes shut for little lengths of time to try and shut out your cries. when you eventually stop fighting food so hard, he's aways trying to hand feed you (simon makes him split the duty with him 50/50, despite soap's endless begging). he'll tug you into his lap, slide little pieces of whatever the meal is into your mouth, maybe force his fingertips past your lips and rub them on your tongue a little bit to make sure you get all the flavor you can :/

he slides one of his own t-shirts over you in the morning, and is immediately rock-hard and fucks you. he does a little fashion show with you after that, fighting your stiff limbs with an easy grin as he puts you into outfits he thinks are adorable (his success rate is... not high. he doesn't have a great eye for fashion). makes simon sit and watch him dress you up, and simon just praises you endlessly in that neutral-sounding grumble that makes everything he says sound a little bit like a threat.

johnny would literally carry you around in a baby carrier if he could get away with it lol, that man would fucking love to be in charge of your every movement like this. not even in a controlling way, like simon, but just in a he-is-sickeningly-obsessed-with-you way, yk?

[kjadexart]

◦ .⋆ Print ⋆

↓ OC story continuation ↓

{Kruos adds a belt to define Floyd's figure}

Kruos: “hah, I'm such a genius, one last thing, how do you feel about makeup? Kekeke don't worry I know my way around makeup so you're in safe hands~”

Floyd: "Just... how heavy are we talken here…?”

Kruos: “Not heavy just some little touch ups, as you can see I'm wearing makeup now, so I can make it look pretty natural”

Floyd: "A little touch-up is fine, but more than that and I won't be happy.”

Kruos: "Hell yeah!”

{After touch up and eyeshadow}

Kruos: yes!!! My vision is complete and a success! now let's go show your boyfriend {cackles as he drags Floyd along}

Floyd: "Well, let's go and see what lil Anemone's reaction would be… yah seem too happy about this...”

Kruos: “yep, Lark and I love dressing others up but I'm the only one that can wear skirt's, so having my own mannequin is always fun!”

Floyd: “I feel like a complete embarrassment? I bet I'm a complete embarrassment right now... I was supposed to win the dare and make YOU the clown…”

Kruos: “hmph, don't say that about my work. I'd force you to sit longer if my vision didn't work out”

Floyd: “yeah, I'd squeeze yah if you did that”

Kruos: “ah! There he is”

Jade: “oya? That's quite the look Floyd”

Olu: “oooohhh that's super cute Floyd!”

Kruos: “hahaha it's my master piece!”

Olu: “oh I can see that now, Jade! Wanna match Floyd?!”

Jade: “ehehehe~"

"NO.”

Floyd: “pff yeah whatever… well lil anemone?”

Larkspur: “…you look lovely Floyd...”

Floyd: “awwwww~ look at you being all shy and blushy~ maybe this outfit wasn't so bad after all~”

The other three: “he's just as flustered as Larkspur…”

◦ .⋆ Part 1 . ☆ . Part 2 . (bonus coming soon)

[emicat1159]

Halloween and Astor Thursday in one day? It must be the best day ever- Its already Thursday for me lmao. So anyway, for the occasion here we have those Astor outfit ideas for my au (I think it's very easy to tell which ones are my favourite haha) I'm just glad I got any of them done at all

Kinda reminds me of dressing up a mannequin ffs- is this weird?

But yeah anyway, hope you all enjoyyyyy (and tell me which one's your favourite)

And a little cute bonus:

Screw backgrounds, it's almost midnight I'm not doing backgrounds