#like with all those clothes and accessories

[tom-whore-dleston]

Lot of Funny Business

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds x f. reader

Word Count: 2.4k

This fic includes: sorta spoilers from Thunderbolts*, smut (barely plot), Bob is a dom, heavy making out, dry humping, spanking, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, doggystyle, missionary, pussy slapping, cum tasting, interrupted orgasm, cunnilingus (from the back 🤭), couch sex, cum swallowing

Summary: You and Bob show the Thunderbolts that you can be trusted to hold down the Tower together without supervision.

Notes: Request no. 1 of Build-a-Bob Workshop complete 🤗Thank you @taivantaylor for the request! In the process of working on the other requests I’ve been sent so far, but don’t worry babes, I see every single one and I’m so very excited to write them 🥰😘

request:  Choose Me : Bob x fem!reader Hear Me: 15 minutes- sabrina carpenter Stuff Me: smut Dress me: Shoes - unresolved sexual tension Accessories - “youre wearing way too many clothes for what i have in mind” orrr “i had a very nice dream that started like this”

“Now, we’ll only be gone for 15 minutes. Don’t destroy the place, please,” Bucky called from the elevator door. Ava, Yelena, John, and Alexei had already huddled into the lift while Bucky held it open. They were on their way to a briefing with Valentina and Mel, which you and Bob both knew would take way longer than 15 minutes. It took Bucky the same amount of time for him to go over the rules you and Bob had to follow while they were gone.

“Don’t worry, we won’t!” You shouted after Bucky, eyes still focusing on your Nintendo Switch. Your legs were sprawled over Bob’s lap as he pretended to busy himself with a book he took from Bucky’s bookshelf. His face looked unbothered and blank to the team, but the side eye he gave you along with the quirk of his lip basically told you he’d rather destroy something else.

“Bye, be good, okay, Bob?” The quiet man sitting with you on the couch turned towards the team, flashing them a jolly smile and a thumbs up. He turned back to the book as your teammates disappeared behind the elevator doors. 

As the elevator dinged, Bob tossed the book behind him, not caring where it landed and you dropped your gaming device on the arm of the couch. In an instant, you climbed onto Bob’s lap, desperately attaching your lips onto his while wrapping around him like a koala. Bob caressed your lower back as his soft lips danced in sync with yours. You squeezed your legs tighter around his hips, clothed groins rubbing together in a heated delight.

“God, I thought they would never shut up and leave,” you breathed against Bob’s mouth. 

He smirked into your kiss. “I know right? They act like we can’t behave ourselves.” His lips trailed to your jaw, grazing his teeth along your jawline. “They think we’re children or something.”

“Well, if they saw me on top of you like this, then of course they’ll think we can’t behave ourselves.” You giggled as his aftershave tickled your neck. “But, I don’t care. They can watch us all they want.” Bob stilled underneath you, a darkness stirring inside him. A lustful kind of darkness.

“Someone’s a bad girl today,” Bob noted with a husky voice. His crotch grew harder against your wet center. You bit your lip, seeing Bob’s baby blue eyes turn a stormy blue.

“First, you lay your legs on my lap, trying to act all sweet and innocent in front of the others. Then, you rub up on my dick with those sexy legs of yours. I bet you knew how hard you were making me. Wanted to see me come in my pants. Little tease, you.” A large hand whacked down on your ass, causing you to yelp and rub against Bob more. 

“Now, you tell me you want me to fuck the shit out of you in front of our friends, is that right, baby girl?” His voice was raspy and low in your ear. “Tell me you like being a bad girl for me.”

Your mind was fuzzy as his words and hot breath against your ear put you under a spell. “Yesss.”

Next thing you know, Bob cupped your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. Bob raised an eyebrow, a sinister smile painted on his face. One of the perks of teasing Bob’s brains out was seeing him unleash his dominant side. He was always careful and gentle with you, making sure to never go past your or his limits. Yet, with him, you weren’t entirely opposed to testing how far he could take you.

“Get on the floor, baby. Need you on your hands and knees.” You immediately followed his orders. Without leaving his spot from the couch, Bob wasted no time in spanking you three times painfully close to your pulsing cunt. He continued, “Now let’s try that again, baby girl. Tell me you like being a bad girl for me.”

“Yes, Bob, I love being a bad girl for you!” Your delicate whimpers were music to Bob’s ears, yet he craved more.

“That’s my baby girl!” A finger traced up your slit, the soaked fabric pulling a wicked smirk from Bob. “You’re wearing too many clothes for what I had in mind.” With that, he swiftly yanked your shorts down, moaning upon the sight of your bare ass and dripping pussy.

Your voice yanked him out of his trance. “Better hurry up, Bob. The gang will be back any minute now-”

Smack!

“C’mon baby girl, you know they’re full of it! Any interaction with Val and Mel is gonna be at least an hour. I’m gonna take advantage of this alone time with my girl.” You almost missed the hint of romance in his words before he flipped that switch again. “Besides, if I remember correctly, you said something about not caring if they caught me worshipping you like the goddess you are.” Those words alone were enough to shut you up.

Bob ripped his shirt off, his abs glowing in the fluorescent light. Then, he pulled you flat against his chest, gripping one of your boobs while the other hand flew straight to your clit. He muttered a ‘fuck this’ before tearing your shirt off you and returning his hands back to where they were.

“Love how these tits feel in my hands! Especially when I do this.” His fingertip flicked against your nipple as he simultaneously rubbed tight circles against your nub. You threw your head back against his shoulder as you moaned and squirmed for him.

“F-fuck, Bob! S-so fuckin good!” You whined pathetically as your boyfriend tormented you with his hands alone. All you could do was cling onto his meaty thighs to ground you from making a mess on the tile.

“I know, baby girl,” Bob cooed, lightly kissing your sweaty temple. “Bet you can’t wait for me to fill this pussy up, huh?” As he spoke, he playfully slapped your clit, causing your breath to hitch. 

“Jesus, Bob! Just fuck me already, please, baby, please!”

Bob chuckled, bringing his now drenched fingers to his mouth, savoring your juices on his tongue. He placed you back on your hands and knees, except this time, he pushed your upper body against the floor slowly. As you’re pressed against the hard cold floor, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband, dragging his pants down until his cock whipped out from behind the fabric. 

“You really are my bad little girl. But I can never say no to you.”

Without further exchange of words, Bob tapped his cock against your entrance before inserting the tip inside you. He heard you hiss from the sudden stretch, soothing you with quiet shushes and pets against your back.

“I know, baby, I gotchu. I’ll be gentle with you.” Bob slowly shoved himself further into you, listening to your pain turn to pleasure. Once he was halfway inside you, he started thrusting back and forth, clasping his large hands on your hips. You rested your cheek on the ground to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend fucking you from behind. He looked absolutely delicious with his mouth slightly open and pouting and his eyebrows knitted, causing creases in his forehead.

“Like seeing how good I fuck you? If only they could see how sexy you look for me.” Bob slammed into you over and over again until he bottomed out inside you. Feeling him fill you up entirely made you cry out, your breath fogging the glass floor. Your walls clenched around his length as if it were life support, causing him to curse loudly.

“God damn, baby! Keep gripping me like that and you’re gonna make me come.”

You backed up into his thrusts, rolling your hips in a circular motion. The moans Bob let out were straight out of a porn video, which egged you to increase your movements on him. You both got so lost in the sounds of your faltered breathing and slapping of skin that you both almost missed a phone call from Yelena. Stopping your motions, you both listened as an automated voice sounded from the intercom notifying you that Yelena was calling. 

“Answer call.” You groaned loudly, annoyed that your friend couldn’t let you have an orgasm without checking in on you. A holographic screen popped out from the middle of the living room, showing sound waves of Yelena’s voice from wherever she was.

“Hey, guys! How y’all doing?” The Russian spy asked, unaware of the situation you and Bob were in. While you spoke for you and Bob, your boyfriend took it upon himself to gingerly pull out of you, causing you to wince from the loss of contact. Luckily, he immediately replaced his cock with his tongue. You gasped, jolting forward, but Bob pulled you back against his face, pinning you in place as he licked the desire from your hole.

Yelena stopped whatever she was talking about with you. “Everything okay over there?” You were unable to conjure a coherent sentence as Bob lapped your pussy.

“Uh- Yeah. Just..playing Mario Kart with Bob.” You began to awkwardly laugh before it was cut off by a gasp. All thanks to Bob and his skillful tongue. “And it’s getting intense.” A faint ‘fuck’ escaped your lips as Bob sucked your clit, the tip of his nose brushing against your opening.

“Okay, now play nice you two!” Yelena responded, still not picking up on what was going on through the call. If only she knew how you and Bob were playing at that moment. “Sorry, it’s taking so long, but you know Val. All talk and no action. We’ll be back soon, though. Promise.”

Thankfully, Yelena ended the call before you could let out another whimper. Without warning, Bob scooped you up off the floor, tossing you onto the couch with ease. He couldn’t help but smirk at how drunk he got you from eating you out.

“Well, now that that’s over…” Bob pinned your hands above your head while lining up his cock at your entrance. “Where were we?” He flashed a quick smile before roughly thrusting into you until his balls were pressed against your ass. Your mouths fell open simultaneously, relishing the feeling of you both connected again. You pulled him close to you, sealing your lips against his as if he were an icy glass of water you craved in the middle of a scorching desert. Bob pounded into you as you tangled your fingers in his damp curls.

You separated your lips from his, praising him for good he made you feel while you stroked his scalp and pushed him further into you by wrapping your legs around him. His tip poked that spot deep inside you that always had you rolling your eyes and shaking like a leaf. Bob knew the effect this had on you, which motivated him to focus on that spot until you were screaming his name like a prayer. And he was more than focused. Determined even to send you to the edge.

“Yes, Bob, don’t stop, baby! Make me come, please! I’ll be good, I swear. Just wanna come so bad.” You were a blabbering mess and so so close to that sweet release. All Bob had to do was whisper filthy things in your ear while angling your hips up to penetrate you deeper.

“Come for me, baby girl! Fuck, wanna feel this dick get all wet and sloppy from you. Look so good taking me so deep like this. Bet you’ll be feeling me deep until I fuck you next.” Bob’s dirty talk paired with him holding you at an angle was the perfect mixture to get you falling down the pit of pleasure. He started chasing after his own release as you throbbed around him, coating his cock with your wetness. 

“Oh god, I’m gonna come! Open that mouth for me, baby.” You lazily opened your mouth for him as he pulled out again to hover over you, jerking himself off until spurts of cum dropped into your mouth. You slowly swallowed his load little by little as he panted for air with his thighs on either side of your head. Bob crashed onto the couch next to you, curling next to your warm, sticky body. 

“See? We were perfectly fine without supervision. Bucky and Yelena need to leave us alone in the Tower more often.” You kissed his nose while twirling a strand of Bob’s hair with your finger. 

Bob giggled, “I agree. We can be as loud as we want and no one can tell us to be quiet.”

“Let’s just hope we don’t get interrupted again.” You added. There was a moment of peaceful silence, aside from your heavy breathing and heart beats. Bob sat up, stretching his limbs before gathering your clothes together. He helped you off the couch and into your clothes before you did the same for him. You both shared a loving kiss before resuming to the couch with Bob spooning you. 

While you were cuddling, he watched you play Animal Crossing, mimicking the villagers’ gibberish and placing little pecks from your temple down to the crook of your neck. In the midst of your laughter, you heard the elevator door ding and your team members filed out the door. You and Bob attempted to fix your posture on the couch but they all looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Geez, you two, save that for the bedroom,” John remarked, shaking his head.

“Leave them alone, Walker.” Ava lectured. “At least their clothes are still on.” Bob curled his lips inward, fighting back a snort.

“Anyways, who’s hungry?” Alexei boomed out of nowhere. “I’ll cook for team tonight.”

“Starving!” You and Bob both said in unison. His eyes were on you instantly and you avoided his gaze as your cheeks grew warm.

Yelena smiled, “Mario Kart that intense?” You and Bob nodded together. 

“I won…a lot!” Bob lied, yet still implying that he did win something that only you would have known.

“Well, at least we know that you guys can be left alone without the Tower burning down,” Bucky commented before walking away with the others. You finally met Bob’s eyes and he gave you a knowing grin before you grinned back.

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[hymless]

Can I ask for items to be Converted to Male Frame?

Ez answer. Yes! I understand not everyone wants what I want, so this is why I'm going to try & allow suggestions rn. But I do have a few rules, okay? If it gets out of hand, I will stop taking any.

Plz read Rules below cut. (I don't want to have a giant ass spam post on your dash)

Required:

1-3 items asked for Nicely

The LINK to those items OR the CORRECT name & Creator of that item. Anon or Not (Media is on in my Asks)

& Finally...

I AM NOT PERFECT, OKAY?

I DO NOT know how to do slider heels & squishy thighs yet. So, I will not be doing those items till I learn okay?

*No, I will not be doing: (As of RN)

- Slider Heel shoes - Squishy thighs - Shoes (As of Rn. I haven't tried them yet.)

Q) Are you open to taking suggestions?

A: Yes, I am! I know not everyone is going to want only what I want, so I am willing to do some suggestions. But there's a few rules with this.

Please only ask for 1-3 items at a time. I want anyone who asks politely to get a chance to wear what they dreamed for their sim. (Anon will be going off if I feel like someone is spamming requests. SO please be kind & don't ruin it for everyone. Much appreciate non anon asks, but I understand not wanting to be known.) I'm not sure on how many requests I'll get, but if things get crazy, I may not take suggestions for a minute. (But I’ll still probably write it down for the future)

PLEASE for the love of everything, BE SPECIFIC. Telling me "You should convert some items from this Creator" is VERY Vague. PLEASE tell me what item. Okay? I don't feel like going through every cc item they have to choose what I want, especially if I may not care for their items in the first place. It's not too complicated to say, 'I want this specific item by this creator.' Okay. Cool.

I WILL NOT be doing SUPER HIGH POLY items. Like super alpha cc. Those that are like 50k? & over. No, that’s way too much. My computer will literally pass. Good maxis match & <40k poly hopefully. If you don’t know the poly count, that's fine. I’ll probably check it b4 committing to converting.

I WILL NOT be converting items that work fine by unlocking it through S4S. Like hair, earrings, piercings, glasses, hats (actual hats) leggings & socks (not 3D ones, sometimes they work tho). Majority of the time those work by unlocking restrict opposite gender. So, I will not be converting those. This is really for clothes & accessories.

If it is a BRAND-NEW, paywalled item, you’re going to have to sit a minute. I can’t magically convert something if I don’t have access to getting it, alright? You'll have to wait until it’s free for me to post it too, so I don't get anyone biting me alright? Sorry <3

Be Patient! Do NOT rush me. You will get your item when it comes out.

Q: How Long does it usually take to get an item suggested?

A: It depends. If the item doesn't cause trouble, then I should get it done pretty quickly. BUT, do not still expect everything requested to be done in a day. I'm not rushing myself, otherwise things will be messy. & I'll more than likely be releasing it in sets. (of other items I've converted or what was asked for) But I will try to get asked for items done as soon as I can.

7. BE RESPECTUFUL to ME! I am still doing ALL of this in MY TIME. I still make my OWN CC. I DO NOT take any sort of donations for anything I do. So DO NOT be an ass to me & rush me for what I am GENEROUSLY doing for you. Sometimes I'm not going to feel like converting cc. I don't have to do anything for you, Got it? BUT I am out of the goodness of my heart & for our pretty boi lovers.

Q) What about a creators set?

A: Ehhh we will see. I'll keep note on it. Maybe if several ask for it, then I'll look into it. If its not too many items in a set, I'll more than likely do it. BUT if it's like 20+ items... I'll ask for you to pick certain items. Maybe I will do the whole set over time, but it's not guaranteed. It still take me HOURS to do some of these convo's if I have problems.

-Thank you for reading!

I will add onto this if things change

If you actually red this post & request an item, include eel in your ask for shits & giggles. I wanna see who actually got this far

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

Affordable Options

This looks starts with a crisp white button-up and a tan cardigan. You can find white dress shirts almost any time at a variety of price points from almost any store that sells casual or business casual clothing. My favorite affordable white button-ups have all come from the men's section at Old Navy. I like to wait for their linen blend shirts in spring and summer and then grab a couple when they go on sale.

The Cardigan

The cardigan may be harder to find this time of year, but here are a couple of options:

Santorini Cashmere Cardigan from Benson & Clark ($59.99), up to size XXXL.

Men's Long-Sleeve Relaxed Cardigan Sweater, Created for Macy's ($29.19 on Sale), up to size XXL (50-inch chest)

This outfit requires a little no-sew DIY for an affordable version due to the uniqueness of the red logo on the cardigan. You could embroider this yourself if you have those skills, of course, but if not, here are a few appliques that could approximate the look:

Cute iron-on heart patch in red from OhMyCrown on Etsy ($4.66)

Iron-on Letter A patch in red from MerceriaNouViu on Etsy ($1.75)

Dress Pants

Skinny Fit 2-Way Stretch Suit Pants from Men's Wearhouse ($90), up to size 56

Premium Comfort Slim Fit Flat Front Dress Pant from Men's Wearhouse ($19.99 Clearance), up to size 36

Accessories

Complete the look with patent leather brogues, shimmery semi-sheer stocking socks, and a nice big neck bow.

Ines Shimmery Socks in taupe from Swedish Stockings ($30), One Size (up to US Women's 9.5)

Lustrous Silky Sheer Crew Socks by Lechery in cocoa from Nordstrom ($14.99 for 2-pack), no size info given

Big Bow Scarf in black from Melissa Velia ($28), 4 inches wide 63 inches long

Black Silk Skinny Scarf from CozelCreations on Etsy ($24.63), 1.6 inch wide 52 inches long

Black Chiffon Bow Tie Scarf from lynamobley2012 on Etsy ($7.64), 4 inches long 74 inches wide

Narrow Artificial Silk Bow Scarf in black from NataliBrooches on Etsy ($30), 4 inches wide 78.7 inches long

Zane Patent Leather Oxfords from Wynston Duke ($94 on Sale), up to U.S. men's 12

Note: A brand-new pair of genuine leather brogues are going to be hard to find under $100, but I highly recommend checking out eBay and secondhand stores for a gently used pair.

I do recommend steering clear of artificial or vegan leather. Not only will they make your feet sweat and stink, they will likely fall apart within a couple of years. On the other hand, a well-made pair of leather shoes bought used can be affordable and last a lifetime if cared for properly, making them a more sustainable option in the long run.

Companion Press Tour

Harvey kicked off the press tour for Companion in this camel-colored merino wool cardigan from AMI Paris. The cardigan features a red intarsia knitted Ami de Coeur logo on the chest and inside out seams. It retails for $423 and comes in sizes up to U.S. men's 18. It is currently out of stock.

Photo from AMI Paris product page (linked above).

AMI de Coeur is a luxury fashion brand founded by Alexandre Mattiussi in 2011. The name of the brand is both a nod to his initials and means "friendship of the heart," denoting a person with which one shares an intimate and special friendship.

This color story may be familiar to Harvey's Instagram followers as it is reminiscent of this stunning staircase shot from the photoshoot he did with Christian Trippe for the cover of ZERO.NINE Magazine in San Sebastián last December. The bright pop of red against a background of neutrals is eye-catching and timeless, two words which descrive Harvey's fashion to a T.

Harvey's outfit was styled by LA-based stylist Melvin Sanders, who paired the cardigan with black trousers, black patent leather brogues, sheer stocking socks, a crisp white button-up, and Harvey's signature neck bow.

Hair and makeup were done by Connie Agawin and Romie Macedo, respectively.

Companion is out next weekend! Who's excited?!

All other photos from Harvey's Instagram.

[icanteleportnow]

carmen’s a shopaholic because i said so

[xxchubby-pubbyxx]

Wearing an outfit today that just doesn’t hit. But I’m wearing it to look nice for my mom at the hospital because it’s Eid. This outfit is so normal it’s freaking me out. It looks like something I’d wear in high school all I need are ballet flats, this shit is freaking me out. It’s just one day I should be fine but god I don’t feel right, and this outfit doesn’t help.

[viperwhispered]

How about 2 and 14 for Jamil for the ask game? :D

(Ask game here)

Ahh ty! :D Coming in with some tricky questions I see.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Ngl, I really love Jamil's love for dancing. Here we have this guy who's like 15 neuroses in a trenchcoat (/affectionate), and the thing that really gets to him, even makes him drop his guard in the middle of basketball practice, is dancing (yes I really love that vignette where he drops everything to show Floyd how to do a headstand (iirc) properly). Of course he also has very in-character ways of going about it (the way Vil had to tell him to actually have some soul in his performance, not just technical skill), but still. I'd just love to see him let loose and just dance freely like no one's watching, for so many reasons.

Tho to be honest, there are so many things I could be saying here. But for today, this was the first thing to come to my mind.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I suppose this ties into the previous one in that in my head Jamil very much would wear some hiphop / breakdance looks if he could dress freely. I mean, he already seems to really like having a hood. Plus, wearing something casual like that would probably also be a break away from the enforced formality that I'd imagine his life is full of with the Asims.

And this is where I give an amused look to my teenage metalhead self who admittedly would've very much assumed a hip hopper would certainly not be my cup of tea. Oh how the tables have turned.

[riverbeatsaber]

I know that the Imperial system is bad and all but I gotta say. I do really like how it works for sewing

[valleyfthdolls]

RRRRRGH I WANNA DRAW ZELDA ART SO BAD.... modern au linkverse designs save me... save me

[darkandstormydolls]

PSA to all historical fiction/fantasy writers:

A SEAMSTRESS, in a historical sense, is someone whose job is sewing. Just sewing. The main skill involved here is going to be putting the needle into an out of the fabric. They’re usually considered unskilled workers, because everyone can sew, right? (Note: yes, just about everyone could sew historically. And I mean everyone.) They’re usually going to be making either clothes that aren’t fitted (like shirts or shifts or petticoats) or things more along the lines of linens (bedsheets, handkerchiefs, napkins, ect.). Now, a decent number of people would make these things at home, especially in more rural areas, since they don’t take a ton of practice, but they’re also often available ready-made so it’s not an uncommon job. Nowadays it just means someone whose job is to sew things in general, but this was not the case historically. Calling a dressmaker a seamstress would be like asking a portrait painter to paint your house

A DRESSMAKER (or mantua maker before the early 1800s) makes clothing though the skill of draping (which is when you don’t use as many patterns and more drape the fabric over the person’s body to fit it and pin from there (although they did start using more patterns in the early 19th century). They’re usually going to work exclusively for women, since menswear is rarely made through this method (could be different in a fantasy world though). Sometimes you also see them called “gown makers”, especially if they were men (like tailors advertising that that could do both. Mantua-maker was a very feminized term, like seamstress. You wouldn’t really call a man that historically). This is a pretty new trade; it only really sprung up in the later 1600s, when the mantua dress came into fashion (hence the name).

TAILORS make clothing by using the method of patterning: they take measurements and use those measurements to draw out a 2D pattern that is then sewed up into the 3D item of clothing (unlike the dressmakers, who drape the item as a 3D piece of clothing originally). They usually did menswear, but also plenty of pieces of womenswear, especially things made similarly to menswear: riding habits, overcoats, the like. Before the dressmaking trade split off (for very interesting reason I suggest looking into. Basically new fashion required new methods that tailors thought were beneath them), tailors made everyone’s clothes. And also it was not uncommon for them to alter clothes (dressmakers did this too). Staymakers are a sort of subsect of tailors that made corsets or stays (which are made with tailoring methods but most of the time in urban areas a staymaker could find enough work so just do stays, although most tailors could and would make them).

Tailors and dressmakers are both skilled workers. Those aren’t skills that most people could do at home. Fitted things like dresses and jackets and things would probably be made professionally and for the wearer even by the working class (with some exceptions of course). Making all clothes at home didn’t really become a thing until the mid Victorian era.

And then of course there are other trades that involve the skill of sewing, such as millinery (not just hats, historically they did all kinds of women’s accessories), trimming for hatmaking (putting on the hat and and binding and things), glovemaking (self explanatory) and such.

TLDR: seamstress, dressmaker, and tailor are three very different jobs with different skills and levels of prestige. Don’t use them interchangeably and for the love of all that is holy please don’t call someone a seamstress when they’re a dressmaker

[ancientpersacom]

“They made them a conveniently attractive twink omg ruined design yap yap”

FOOLS. ABSOLUTE DINGBATS YOU ALL ARE. CAN YOU NOT SEE ALL THE SYMBOLISM????

I will defend this design to the ends of the earth. Yes they’re hot, that’s merely a bonus.

1) that’s not a shirt that’s a fucking Galaxy under that suit. Mf has no body, just a vaguely body shaped void. Meaning floating head and hands that aren’t attached to anything. You take those clothes off and it’s the fucking void. They’re non binary AND sexless. Beyond any physical body, just shaped like it for fun.

2) the old bodies head dead in their hands and simultaneously birthing a foetus. That’s the circle of life, a rebirth, a metamorphosis. Chaos is above a god, they’re primordial. They don’t have a permanent appearance or identity. They’re ever changing. They look like this now, but if there were another game, they’d change again. They’re always changing, killing their old self and reshaping it. The wings have also moved and grown from the head to the back. Chaos expands indefinitely, bigger and unable to be contained in any way. They don’t even need wings, they can float. But they decided to have them anyway, just because. Because they can.

3) this is Ancient Greece. Suits don’t exist yet. Chaos took clothing from thousands of years in the future. They’re beyond time itself, they’re not effected by Chronos in any way. They’re in their own realm outside of time an space, they know things from the past, present and future.

4) the hair being the same colour as and long like many of their grandchildren, family resemblance there. Almost like they’re,,, missing them. Despite being this omnipresent being beyond human emotion, they still care in their own way. Copying them to feel some form of deeper connection.

5) the earth is an earring now. That’s how inconsequential it is to a being like chaos. It’s just there, an accessory, nothing special.

I could go on. Maybe I’m reading too deep into it but given the fact all the designs in the first and second games tend to have symbolism in them based on the myths the gods come from and what they represent, I don’t think I’m too insane for seeing symbolism here.

[neofelis----nebulosa]

Those steal his look bird memes have made me realize that we’ve spent so much time and money trying to achieve what birds already have

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

I need to accessorize

[deikshen]

Shen Qingqiu who, while Shang Qinghua is recovering from some random poisoning (that demon has already died at the hands of Mobei, don't worry), is forced to spend time with Mobei-jun.

At first it's tense. He arrives, a mandatory tea out of politeness. It's usually frozen. They don't have much to talk about or anything in common except their concern for Shang Qinghua.

Except they do have in common. At some point, perhaps, Shen Qingqiu mentions some rare beast, and Mobei-jun comments that he killed a couple of those. That leads to the first long conversation the two of you can have.

The next time, Mobei-jun brings back the beast's fangs. The two return to their conversation about monsters. Mobei-jun speaks little, concisely, but he talks about how to kill those beasts, the properties of their organs, the functioning of their poisons. Shen Qingqiu shares his bestiaries and provides additional information.

Then, even when Shang Qinghua improves, Shen Qingqiu usually takes advantage of the time when he has to stay in the northern palace with his husband to, well, expand his bestiary. Mobei-jun also seems to be passionate about flora that can kill, or anything huge and dangerous. Shen Qingqiu enjoys their conversations and learns to get more than just a few words out of Mobei-jun's sullen mouth.

Of course, he actually tells Shang Qinghua:

"When your husband isn't being monosyllabic, it's a good conversation" he says simply. "I didn't know he knew so much about flora, monsters and strange beasts. When I find a rare flower and can't remember its name, I'll ask Mobei, not you."

Shang Qinghua laughs a lot at that.

"Ah, I think that's because, well, you know, inspirations and all that..."

Shen Qingqiu looks at Shang Qinghua very curiously.

"Inspirations? You created your perfect husband from scratch. Who did you get your inspiration from, Airplane bro? Spill the tea, let's see the vicious tastes of this shameless author."

Shang Qinghua laughs a little foolishly.

"Well, you see, I had this classmate in college. A very rich guy" Shang Qinghua makes a funny face as he buries in the past. "He was cold and monosyllabic, even hostile to those who were rude, but hey, he could give you an infodumping of all the monsters in The Witcher without even doing research. I heard him do it once and, man, that guy was crazy" and Shang Qinghua continues talking while, as if by omen, Shen Qingqiu begins to feel a strange sensation of vertigo. "He was kind of cute, well, not exactly my fully type, he was very tall but lacked many muscles, but he had the biggest and prettiest resting bitch face I've ever seen on anyone even my king. He always wore all those fancy clothes that cost the same as my apartment rent, those silver accessories, rings, necklaces, bracelets... His hair was also kind of long, now that I think about it, and when he wore it down it was, god, a delight. I liked him a little. He was my college crush." and Shang Qinghua shrugs, laughing. His cheeks are red and Shen Qingqiu feels that his own ears are red, too. "Cucumber bro, it's actually a bit silly. I remember this boy's last name was also Shen."

That... That's the last straw.

"You-!" and Shen Qingqiu finds himself hitting him with the fan before he realizes it. "How-? What the hell!?"

"Ow, ow, OUCH, Cucumber bro!! What's going on?!"

Shen Qingqiu feels his face burning. His hands tremble over the fan. What the fuck!?

"... Bro?!"

"That classmate of yours" Shen Qingqiu hisses, just to confirm "His name was Shen Yuan?"

Shang Qinghua blinks, confused, recalling his thoughts. Suddenly, his entire face lights up with a wide smile.

"Oh, I forgot!! Yes, that was it!!" and his gaze becomes mischievous. "You met him, too?! He was a delicious little thing, honestly, a nice round butt, he... OUCH-"

"He was me" Shen Qingqiu hisses, opening his fan and hiding behind it. He wrinkles his nose in disgust. Of all the people in the world...!

Shang Qinghua gasps, looking like he was given some vital information. His face, contrary to what Shen Qingqiu expected, does not change into horror, but into mockery.

"Oh, bro" and starts laughing out loud "BRO"

"Damn fourth-rate author, what the hell is wrong with you!!!"

"Bro, BRO, I created a part of my husband based on you!! And you're married to my son self-inserted in a power fantasy!! It's like we're indirectly married!!"

"Fuck you!!"

"Ohh, how cute!! Do you want to jump to the honeymoon already?!"

"Get away!!"

Shen Qingqiu doesn't visit Shang Qinghua again for over a month. However, he does spend some time talking about monsters with Mobei-jun while his husband takes care of the demon court (in the time he would usually use to gossip and fool around with Shang Qinghua), it's just his thing.

[helluvapoison]

Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

[burningembers91]

Sleeping With the Enemy - Hwang Jun-Ho x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: tasked with taking down the most ruthless gangster in Seoul, Hwang Jun-Ho didn’t know he’d fall for his target’s wife in the process.

Please note that this storyline will deal with situations depicting domestic violence.

A/N: Did I come up with this idea at 1am when I couldn’t sleep? Yes. Did I also get up at 5am to write it as it was etched into my brain? Yes. Am I very tired? Also, yes. But this storyline is gonna be juicy as heck.

It was you who called the police. You, who in your wedding vows had sworn to love and protect you husband, just has he had sworn the same. He hadn’t bothered to keep his promise though, so why should you? The man you married was a ruthless tyrant, taking whatever he wanted with little regard for the devastation his actions caused. The police had been after him for years, desperate to catch the ruthless gangster who tormented the good people of Seoul. You’d be so young when you married him, swept up in the glitz and glamour of the high life he showed you. He’d promised you the world; you just hadn’t realised it would come at a cost.

You weren’t sure you’d ever loved your husband, and you knew he’d never loved you. You were an accessory on his arm, something necessary to bring along to meetings and parties, adorning you in the highest quality clothes and shoes for his colleagues and competitors to admire. He’d started hitting you shortly after your wedding, started showing his real colours when he was confident you couldn’t escape. You’d spent years cowering in his shadow, meekly accepting the designer gifts he bestowed upon you as an apology for treating you like dirt. You weren’t living anymore; you were simply existing.

Hwang Jun-Ho was assigned to your case, tasked with keeping the beautiful wife of the city’s most dangerous gangster safe. He’d been warned that you couldn’t be trusted; that this whole thing could be nothing more than a ploy to send the police off chasing their tails. But Jun-Ho knew from the moment he met you that you weren’t doing your husband’s bidding. You were stunning, dressed in Dior, Prada and dripping in Cartier diamonds. But those high end brands couldn’t mask the fear in your eyes. Just like the makeup couldn’t mask the bruises on your face. At first, he’d been sure this case would be the one he needed to skyrocket him to greater things. But one meeting with you and the boost this would give to his career was no longer his priority; you were. He’d been in this job for long enough that not much fazed him, but your stories had kept him up at night. Tales of your husband’s beatings, his drug deals, his human trafficking, Jun-Ho wondered how you’d endured it all. How you’d kept your wits and sanity while married to the devil himself.

He tried to keep things professional, tried to keep a distance, but you pulled him in like a moth to a flame. You were so fragile and yet so strong, so beautiful, so meek yet so brimming with confidence that it floored him every time. You’d meet in secret, when your husband was out of town on business, slowly giving Jun-Ho the evidence he needed to bring down the man you’d pledged your life to.

It was after your fourth meeting that he fucked you in the back of his car, your moans like the sweetest music to his ears as his took you on the leather seats. From that moment on, Jun-Ho knew there was no going back; he was hooked on you. From that moment on, you would meet each week, exchange information and then make love in his apartment. You smelled like Chanel No.5, and it permeated his bedsheets, keeping him company on the long nights without you. Your lipstick left stains on his skin, marking its way down his chest and thighs. The sound of your breathy moans were permanently etched on his brain, going round and round his head like the most beautiful broken record.

He wasn’t sure when infatuation turned into love. All he knew is that he would do anything for you. He would die for you if it would keep you safe. You were both under no illusion that you were playing a risky game, one that you were almost certain wouldn’t end well.

But for the first time in your life, you could confidently say you knew what love was. Jun-Ho showed you affection and care you’d only ever dreamt of. He made you laugh, made you feel safe, and when his lips explored your body, he made your toes curls in the most exquisite way imaginable.

Yes, you knew this wouldn’t end well. Your husband was not a man who forgave and forgot. But Jun-Ho was determined to keep you safe. He would find a way to break you free of the chains the devil had ensnared you in. He’d find a way to protect you from the man who kept you in constant fear. He didn’t know how this would end, but he knew that he would risk it all for you.

[renthony]

There's a post going around right now about women being allowed to wear pants, and the way that relates to discussions on gender nonconformity, etc.. There's a long thread of folks talking about how women very much do not have absolute freedom to dress masculine, and a few other posts that have spawned off the main discussion.

And I haven't added onto that main post because I didn't feel like I had much to add, but now it's been a couple days and I can't stop thinking about how I was forced to wear a dress to my high school graduation in small-town Mississippi. I'm not a woman, but I didn't know that yet, so it's a relevant story.

The school administration threatened every single girl with the punishment of being banned from walking across the stage if we wore pants beneath our graduation robes. We got an entire lecture about how it was inappropriate for us to wear pants to such an important formal event.

My school had a strict uniform policy, and the graduating seniors being allowed to wear our own clothes to graduation was seen as a huge fucking deal. We'd spent four years not being allowed to wear our own clothes or accessories, and graduation was supposed to be our time to finally wear what we wanted. This was a bigger deal than it might have been otherwise, because my school also refused to allow us to decorate our graduation caps. We were not allowed to display any customization at all. One girl put her name on hers so her family could find her from the crowded stands, and the school administration made her throw her hat away and buy a new one or else she wouldn't be allowed in the event hall.

The school, knowing how excited many of us were about picking our outfits, gave us a strict dress code. Our outfits wouldn't be seen until after we took off the graduation robes to go home, but still, we had a nightmarishly strict guide for what we were allowed to wear beneath them. They had to be formal outfits, they had to fit a certain color scheme, they had to adhere to the school policy about skirt length and skin visibility, and, naturally, they were extra harsh on the girls, as dress code policies always are.

One guy joked that he was going to go naked underneath in solidarity with all the girls who were upset about the dress requirement. He got pulled aside by an administrator and told that if he made that joke again, he wouldn't be given his diploma. Which I'm pretty sure is illegal, but it was still the threat that got made.

Everyone was pissed, several people were livid because they had already bought an outfit they were now not allowed to wear, because the administration had actively misled us for weeks into believing we would be allowed to wear what we wanted. There had been no mention of dress code requirements until they dropped them on us at rehearsal the morning of graduation, less than 12 hours before the event.

We had no power to override the school administration. We were given a strict lecture at rehearsal about how flouting dress codes is unprofessional and if we gave that kind of attitude to people over dress codes in the workplace, we'd be fired.

We were ultimately told that, "if it's not appropriate for church, it's not appropriate for graduation." Those of us who asked "what if we aren't Christian and don't even go to church" were told "you still know what kind of clothes church clothes are, so stop being rude."

This happened in May of 2011.