#my wig arrived today!!!

[thatrandombystander]

Pretty sure I said I would start taping together my sewing pattern like two weeks ago. But I was doing other stuff.

Frankly I don't think I have enough floor space for the full thing so I'm going to need to just cut out parts as soon as they're fully taped

[spotaus]

Sometimes I prep for a cosplay and feel a sense of 'OH NO WHAT IS THAT' before later I'm like, 'Oh! Yippee! That's me!!!

[iknaenmal]

GOD PLEASE LET THE COSTUME ARRIVE ON TIME........

[garbagequeer]

working overtime to finish my beautiful beautiful playlist #hero

[heatsu]

Epic first cosplay wip thahhahahahha

Cosplay make up is really hard man

not quite convinced about the eye shape and I'll make the eyebrows less aggressive (?? less frowning ??)

[marciliedonato]

I was today years old when I realized aliexpress doesn't recognize my address and changes it to just *house number, no street* whenever I try to insert it so imagine the conversation I'm gonna have with the mailman tomorrow delivering my Asuka hair clips 💀💀 'uh yeah you see the website doesn't recognize it but I put it right Idk what I can do abt that it's... Yeah heres the street sorry abt that 😭'

[kimbapchan]

My 2nd he xuan wig arrived today xD

Also, Im wearing my everyday office makeup (i just got home from work xD) this isnt my usual cosplay makeup.

i just put on the dark lipgloss I bought recently and edited my eyes to lighter color bahahaha xD

[sunshine7queen]

The Halloween Party

Synopsis: Halloween has arrived where everybody can dress up as their favorite creature and characters. And today you struggled on thinking what costume to wear this year. With the help of your friends, you finally thought of one that will knock everyone out: to dress as the King of Curses himself. What will his reaction would be?

Pairing: Yuji/Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warnings: 18+, full nelson, smut, breeding kink, Sukuna calls her Mistress, rough sex, reader being a dom queen, creampie, soft Sukuna in the end, a bonus ending included!

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first time I've posted something like fanfic related but this idea has been stuck to my head in the holiday has started. I hope you all enjoy this ^v^ Also, sorry if the smut's not too perfect, it's been a while.

Today was Halloween, the one year where everyone celebrates the spooky holiday by dressing up in costumes and giving out candy.

Speaking of costumes, you were having trouble thinking what to dress as. And the reason is that because Gojo decided to plan out a Halloween party at Jujutsu Tech and of course, he even added a contest for the best Halloween costume.

Every year, you always come up with the scariest costumes that blow everyone away and even scare them too. So right now, you’re hanging out with Nobara and Maki at the mall in the search for costumes. Perhaps this will help you out for inspiration for your costume.

“Any luck?” Nobara asks you, wondering if anything sparks an idea in your head.

You looked around at the outfits, masks, and wigs but nothing catches your attention. You shake your head, “Nope.”

“Well, there has to be something for you.”

Maki then decides to pitch in to help you, “Have you ever thought about dressing as a vampire?”  

“I’ve already done that last year, don’t get me wrong, I love my vampire costume but I want to do something different.”

“Okay then, how about a witch?”

“No, I’ve done that too. And also, that’s what Nobara is dressing for the party.”

“It’s okay girl! We can both match but it’s your decision and I respect that.”

“Thanks Nobara.” You sigh; thinking what to dress as is making you feel exhausted and your friends took notice of this.

“Hey how about we take a break?” Maki suggests, “Let’s get something to eat and we can go look again before the party starts.”

“Sure. We can use a break, my head’s wiped out.” You laugh as they join in as you three make your way to the food court.

Taking a break was a good idea after all as you sip your favorite beverage. “Alright, we still have time but we can talk ideas here in the meantime.”

“Well,” You lean your head back, “I want my costume to be scary this year, something that will scare their pants off.”

Nobara hums as she thinks of an idea. “Something scary huh? I think it would have to be that’ll top off a werewolf, vampire, ghoul or zombie.”

“What could be frightening than them?” Maki asks.

She's got a point there; what could be more frighting and scarier than the classic monsters or legends?

It was at that moment when a smile crept on your face.

Nobara begins to chuckle, every time you make that look; an idea strikes in your head. “Oh! I recognize that look anywhere! What’s your big idea?”

You let out a dark chuckle through your lips, Nobara and Maki weren’t too sure if they should be scared or not by your behavior. Motioning your hands at them to lean closer, they scoot their seats next to you. “Listen, here. This is my idea…”

Whispering to them about your idea, the girls started to grin as you explain your costume idea. They have a feeling that this costume will definitely knock everyone’s socks out.

The three of you returned back to Jujutsu Tech, you told Nobara and Maki to get ready for their costumes so they can help you with yours. Five minutes later, Nobara and Maki came into your dorm. Nobara had on a cute witch outfit with a stuffed black cat in her right arm and holding a broom to her left. As for Maki, she’s a vampire with her hair down, slicking her front bangs back to make it more classic.

“Wow! You guys look amazing!” You gush over their costumes.

Nobara blushes at your compliment, “Aw thank you! Now, let’s get you ready for yours!”

“Let’s do it!” You cheered.

Hours later, it was finally finished. Nobara and Maki couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.

“So ladies, what do you think?” You curl your fingers, twirling them around your wig.

“Wow, I…” Nobara looks at you up and down. “I’m literally taken back right now. You look like a literal queen.”

“I usually don’t compliment that much, but you got my exception.” Maki smirks, showing her fake vampire fangs.

“Shall we get started?”

Meanwhile, outside of the courtyard, the entire place was decorated with lights in a form of pumpkins and ghosts, cutout paper of mini ghosts, a table filled with delicious food and sweet treats, and plenty of games to enjoy.

Everyone else is here, even the students of the Kyoto Sister school are here as well. Yuji is with his friend Megumi, along with Toge and Panda. Yuji decided to be Spiderman, he got his mask off right before the contest starts. Megumi didn’t want to dress up but was forced by Gojo who he eventually put him as a werewolf.

“I think you look great, Fushiguro!” Yuji gave him a thumbs up with a smile on his face.

Megumi’s brow twitches, he wasn’t enjoying this as much. “You know sensei had me wear this.” He crossed his arms.

“Yeah but, you gotta get into the spirit for this party. They’re already in the vibe of it.” He points at Toge and Panda. Apparently, Toge is dressed as Joker from Persona 5 for some reason but Panda told them that he got into it and wanted to try out.

For Panda, he wanted to go as a teddy bear but couldn’t find a suitable outfit in time, so instead he put a bear hat with ears along with a red ribbon tied around his neck.

“Hey, how’s everyone enjoying the party?” Gojo walks up to them, he’s dressed as Jack Frost with a blue hoodie with white linings to make them look like ice, brown pants and white shoes. He even brought a staff to match up.  

“I’m having a great time and you look fantastic, sensei!” Yuji replied.

Gojo smugly smirks as he chuckles, “I always look good in everything.”

“You look like a clown that’s what.” Gojo stares at the eye and mouth that appeared on Yuji’s cheek. Sukuna never understands the meaning of the holiday at all, he thinks that it’s lame to see everyone wearing abnormal outfits.

“At least I’m not stuck in a body as a vessel. Got anything to say to that?” He tilts his head as he still smirks. Sukuna grunts in frustration, but before he could make a comeback at Gojo, his mouth gapes with no words coming out.

“What is it? Cat got your tongue?” Gojo waited for a response but there was nothing but silence. “What’s the matter with him?”

Yuji was about to reply but he looks over his sensei’s shoulder as he got the same reaction as Sukuna.

“Yuji, you too?” Gojo turns around to see what was making his student to be baffled, and as soon as he turns his back around, he starts to chuckle. “Well, I’ll be damned, so that’s why.”  

You enter the courtyard with your friends by your side. You got on a white kimono with a blue obi tied around your waist. Tattoos painted on your face to make it look like his, you even added the extra eyes as well. As for the finishing touch, you put a long pink wig you previously wore from one of your cosplays and red eye contacts to match the entire look.

Smirking at them, revealing your fangs. “Hello, brats.”

Everyone stares at you either in fear or in awe. You head towards Yuji, who’s blushing on how beautiful you look, even though you’re dressed as the guy who bullies him everyday, you really pulled it off.

You drag your press-on black nail, gently on his cheek where Sukuna is. “Shocked, my king? You look speechless.” Tracing his lips with your thumb; he felt shivers crawling up his back. His eye explore everywhere on your body, you got every single one of his markings correct.

You softly chuckled at his reaction, this is the one you were looking forward to. “Until then, see you later, tiger.” You kiss his lips as you let go. He quickly reverts back to his domain, leaving him a blushing mess.

“Are you all surprised?” They all nod their heads, never in their lives they would’ve seen you to be dressed as the King of Curses.

“Why yes, your Highness.” Gojo bows to you. Now he knows who will be the true winner of the contest. “And how about we leave these two lovebirds alone.” Gojo leads everyone so they can enjoy the rest of the evening while you and Yuji can have alone time.

“I was not expecting this at all.” He rubs the back of his head, giving you a closed eye smile.

“I bet and I’m taking a guess that he wasn’t expecting this either.” You nod your head right at the scar under his eye.

“Yeah, none of us did either. You look really gorgeous.” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer, having your hands travel up to his chest.

You blush, “Thank you and I think you look really handsome, my hero.” You cup his cheek, leaning into his face, giving him a kiss as he kisses back.

And with that, you won the contest with your costume and as to celebrate this moment, you and Yuji dragged each other to your dorm where he’s sitting on a chair, holding your waist as you ride on his cock.

You made him remove his Spiderman suit, only showing off his firm muscles. You rode him as if your life depended on it. “Baby, I- I think he wants to be out now!” He stammers, continuing his thrusts in your drenched pussy.

You moan softly at his cock hitting every spot. “It’s okay, my love. You can let him out.” He shuts his eyes as tattoos begin to form on his body. And the scars under his eyes, have opened to reveal his ruby eyes.

“What inspired you to dress as me, darling?”

“Well, I had to think which costume to go as and what would be a better idea than to dress as one of the most feared being of the Heian Era?”

Sukuna couldn’t help but smile, he felt his heart beat through his tatted chest. “This is why I fallen in love with you.” He grabs the shoulders of your kimono, pulling it down slowly, revealing your bare breasts. “No bra? Were you waiting for little old me to see this?”

“And what if I did?” You press your breasts on his pecs. Both of you are feeling turned on right now with this sexual atmosphere. He wanted to claim you so badly to ram his cock and fill you with his seed, making you his forever.

“What are you waiting for?” You snap him out of his thoughts, dragging your nails down on his muscles. “Do you want to please your Mistress?” You nip his ear lobe then giving it a lick.

Whatever it is you’re doing, is really making him feral and having his cock inside you, throbbing erratically. Letting out a feral growl, he got up from his seat, holding you in his arms to have your legs wrap around his waist, pressed you against the wall as he gave you harsh thrusts. Moans escaped from your lips, hands gripping on his chiseled back. “Do you love this, Mistress?” He grits his teeth.

“Very much! Don’t stop pleasing your Queen!” The sounds of skin clapping and moans echoing across the dorm. He looks down where a white ring is coated around his cock, he throws his head back, grunting and stares at you again with hazy eyes. “Fuck! Me and our brat are enjoying seeing you in pleasure. Telling me how you look like a goddess and he’s right.” Sweat drips from his forehead to his muscles, glistening by the light of the moon. “I love you two so much.” You cry out, tears run down your face. “We both love you two.” Finally, you both reach to each other’s climax, as he seals your lips with his, drowning every moan and caressing your thighs.

He pulls you away from the wall, slowly removing his cock from your pussy, his cum leaks out as he pushes his seed back into you with his fingers. Sukuna carries you to your bed and pulls down the covers. He gently puts you down as he joins you. He wraps your waist with his arm, dragging his body to you.

“Are you hurt?” Sure he may be rough during sex but he does get carried away at times and doesn’t like seeing you in pain.

“Not at all.” You snuggle closer, staring him with loving eyes.

“You’ve made your Mistress very happy.”

“That I did, my Queen.” He purred.

You two kiss each other again as sleep took over your bodies, cuddling each other’s arms.

Bonus:

The day after, Yuji woke up with markings and bite marks on his body and sees you cuddling him in his arms. He then decides not to wake you up and enjoy the moment with his girl.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy the story! ^v^ Don't forget to comment, reblog and like! <3<3<3

[kathlare]

the weight of a glance

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando unexpectedly comes face-to-face with Amelie, the girl from his past.

Wordcount: 1.8 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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October 28th, 2023 - Mexico City, Mexico

liked by ameliemyqueen, f1gossip, and others

amelieupdates: Amelie spotted arriving at the paddock for the Mexican Grand Prix today! 🇲🇽✨ And she's serving main character energy as always. 🏁🔥

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paddockprincess: AMELIE BACK IN THE PADDOCK?! We’re eating good tonight, besties 😭✨ → amelieupdates: @paddockprincess fr, we’ve been starved for a YEAR. Welcome home, queen 👑

f1stan2023: Imagine if she bumps into Lando… 👀 we NEED the reunion. → ameliefan4ever: @f1stan2023 brb manifesting this harder than my finals results 💅

mexicangpqueen: She really said, "I'm the moment," and strolled in with THAT energy 🔥

landosimp44: Not to be dramatic, but if Lando and Amelie don’t at least talk, I’m suing. 😤 → f1chatter: @landosimp44 they haven’t been seen together in ages… what happened?? → ameliearmy: @f1chatter they were close, then they WEREN’T, and now I’m living for the suspense.

lanmelieshipper: I don’t care what anyone says, they’re meant to be. → amelieupdates: @lanmelieshipper we’ve been clowned before, but I’m putting the clown wig back on just in case 🤡 → landoislife: @lanmelieshipper brb rewatching their old Twitch streams for crumbs.

ameliesupremacy: She’s in Mexico supporting Checo AND looking like a goddess?! Iconic behavior only 🤍🇲🇽

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The day had started as any other qualifying day at the Mexican Grand Prix—stressful, chaotic, with the usual noise of engine roars and tire screeches filling the air. Lando had been focused on his preparations, trying to stay in the zone for the qualifying session. It wasn’t his best start to the weekend; the car was still a bit off, but nothing that a good qualifying session couldn’t fix.

As he walked toward the McLaren garage, his mind was preoccupied with the race ahead. He didn’t expect to see anything today that would throw him off. At least, not until he walked past the Red Bull garage. His eyes briefly flicked towards the familiar faces that gathered around, the usual circus of mechanics, engineers, and drivers.

And then he saw her.

Amelie.

It took him a moment to process it, his mind scrambling to catch up with his eyes. He stood frozen for a second, blinking as if maybe he had imagined it.

But there she was, standing by the hospitality area, chatting with someone in Checo’s entourage. Her long blonde hair, her effortless grace—everything was the same. Except for one thing: time. It had been almost a year since he'd seen her, and yet, the sight of her still hit him like a punch in the gut.

It was surreal. The world around him seemed to slow down as the memory of her rushed back. The late-night conversations, the laughter, the stolen moments when they'd both pretend it didn’t mean anything, even though they both knew it did. The way she would light up a room without trying, how effortlessly her presence would calm him, how he would get lost in the way she spoke or the way she smiled.

But that was a lifetime ago, wasn't it?

Lando stood there for a moment longer than he should have, frozen in place as if his body couldn’t quite decide whether to walk away or step closer. His chest tightened, and an uncomfortable mix of nostalgia and regret flooded over him. He could feel his pulse quicken, the same sense of longing that had been buried deep inside him for over a year suddenly coming to the surface.

Amelie was here. And she looked... well, she looked like Amelie. Like the girl who had been an enigma to him for so long, the one who had both driven him crazy and made him feel things he never knew he could feel. He hadn't expected to see her here, and certainly not today, when he was already dealing with enough racing anxiety.

The world around him snapped back into focus, and he blinked, forcing himself to take a breath. His gaze lingered on her for just a second longer, her face still so familiar, so real, yet so foreign at the same time. It wasn’t just the fact that she was here—there were layers to it, layers of their shared history that he had shoved into a box and locked away for the sake of moving on.

But there she was, a part of his past he couldn’t completely erase, even if he tried.

She didn’t see him. Of course she didn’t. He hadn't expected anything different. The last time they’d been in the same room, it had been nothing but awkward tension and words left unsaid. The split, the fight, everything that had been left unresolved between them—it was all still hanging in the air, unspoken but palpable.

But seeing her here, in the heart of the Mexican Grand Prix weekend, felt like some cruel joke the universe was playing on him. He almost wanted to turn around and walk away. But instead, he found himself glued to the spot, staring at her as if trying to find some answer in the way she stood, the way she smiled, or the way her eyes lit up when someone spoke to her.

He could see her laugh, the way it made her face brighten, the same laugh that used to make him feel like everything would be okay. His stomach twisted, and for a moment, he hated himself for still caring, for still thinking about her after all this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Charles, George, and Alex walking toward the same area, chatting amongst themselves, clearly unaware of what Lando had just witnessed. The sight of them distracted him for a moment, and he quickly pulled himself together, trying to regain his composure. He had a job to do today. He couldn’t afford to get caught up in this.

But then he saw them.

Charles was the first to spot Amelie, his expression lighting up with a smile as he waved toward her. George followed suit, his eyes narrowing in recognition, and then Alex, with his usual grin, shouted her name.

Lando watched the three of them approach her, and something inside him twisted, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. They weren’t the ones who had been close to her, not in the way he had. They were just... friends, and maybe that’s all he had been too. But they weren't holding back, not like he was.

And there it was—the sharp sting of jealousy.

Charles, always the charmer, was the first to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting casually on her shoulders. Lando could see the way Amelie’s face lit up at the attention, the way her smile spread wider as she spoke with them.

It made him feel like an outsider, like he was a world away from the person she had once let in. The thought that she was laughing with them, looking so at ease, felt like a dagger to his chest. Why hadn’t he been able to keep that connection with her? Why had everything gone to shit so quickly?

But maybe he didn’t deserve it. After all, he had been the one to walk away first, hadn’t he? Maybe seeing her now, happy, surrounded by people who clearly cared about her, was the universe’s way of showing him how far they had come since the last time they’d seen each other.

Amelie and Lando’s history wasn’t clean, and it never would be. They both had their baggage, their mistakes, their unspoken truths. But what stung the most was that it didn’t seem to affect her at all. She was moving forward, while he was still stuck in the past, holding onto a version of her that didn’t exist anymore.

He wanted to walk over there, to join them, but he didn’t. Not yet. Instead, he stood there, like a fool, watching as George threw a friendly arm around Amelie’s shoulder and Charles laughed at something she had said. Alex was saying something that made her roll her eyes playfully, but she was still smiling, still glowing in a way that made Lando ache.

She was so different, yet still so familiar.

And maybe, just maybe, he would never get over the fact that she was out there, living her life, while he was left trying to figure out how to move on from something he never really understood.

He wasn’t ready to face her—not yet. Maybe not ever. But even from this distance, he couldn’t help the pull he felt toward her. He wasn’t sure if it was the remnants of their friendship, the lingering attraction, or something else entirely.

But one thing was clear. Seeing her again—after everything, after all this time—it hurt. And it was the kind of hurt that he didn’t know how to shake off.

Lando couldn’t bring himself to look away. His mind raced as he watched her interact with the others, their laughter filling the space between them. She looked so... at home. Like this was where she was meant to be—surrounded by friends, by family. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a part of her that had once been meant for him. That’s how it had felt when they’d spent time together, before everything had unraveled.

It was stupid to think like that now. He knew it. But it didn’t stop him. Every time she laughed, every time she looked up and caught someone’s gaze, a pang of longing struck him. He couldn’t even pretend it didn’t bother him. And he hated that. He hated how vulnerable it made him feel.

Turning away, he started walking in the opposite direction, feeling like an idiot. His steps were fast, but he had no particular place to go. He couldn’t face her yet. Not like this. Not after everything.

It wasn’t until he was halfway back to the McLaren garage that he realized he had forgotten all about the qualifying session. The nerves that had been creeping up on him earlier were now a distant memory, replaced by the heavy weight of the moment. He wasn’t prepared for this. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could be prepared for this.

Lando’s feet carried him towards the McLaren garage, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in the chaos of emotions he’d just unleashed upon himself. He was still trying to piece together why seeing Amelie again hit him so damn hard. It had been a year, a whole year without seeing her, and now, standing just a few feet away from her, it was like no time had passed.

He didn’t know if he felt relief or regret. Maybe a mix of both. Amelie had been a part of his life once, a part he had tried so hard to lock away. Seeing her now was like opening that box, unleashing a flood of memories he wasn’t ready to confront. It was too much—too much for him to process in a single moment.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus, but the images of her laughing with the guys kept flashing in his mind. The way her smile lit up her entire face. The way she stood there, so effortlessly radiant, so at home in her own skin. He could almost hear her laugh echoing in his ears, reminding him of everything he’d lost.

Fuck.

He turned a corner, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and tried to ignore the nagging feeling in his chest. He needed to focus on qualifying. He couldn’t let this mess with his head. But it was hard to ignore the truth. There were so many things he hadn’t said to her, so many words left unspoken, and now it was too late.

He found himself walking aimlessly, his feet taking him to the familiar sight of Carlos Sainz’s hospitality area. Of course, Carlos would be there. The only person who knew everything—about him and Amelie, about the mess they’d made of things. He needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand.

Lando didn’t even hesitate as he walked straight up to Carlos, who was leaning against a table, chatting with some engineers. Carlos’ eyes flicked up when he saw Lando approach, a small smirk forming on his lips.

—Well, well, look who finally shows his face,— Carlos teased, but his eyes quickly shifted from amusement to something more curious. —What’s wrong?—

Lando didn’t even bother to answer with words. Instead, he just nodded in the direction of the hospitality area where Amelie was. Carlos followed his gaze, and as soon as he saw her, his expression shifted. He raised an eyebrow.

—You saw her,— Carlos said, more of a statement than a question.

—Yeah,— Lando muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. —It’s... weird, man. I wasn’t expecting it. Not like this.—

Carlos studied him for a moment, before sighing and crossing his arms. —You didn’t think she would show up?— he asked, his tone shifting to something more serious.

—No, I mean, I knew she was coming with Checo’s family. But... seeing her again, like this?— Lando’s voice trailed off, frustration creeping in. —I don’t know what I feel, Carlos. I thought I moved on. I thought I was done with all this.—

Carlos leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. —You’re not as done with it as you think you are. You’ve been holding onto something, whether you want to admit it or not.—

Lando glared at him. —What are you talking about? It’s been more than two years. I’ve moved on.—

Carlos gave him a look that said he wasn’t buying it. —No, you haven’t. You’re just avoiding it. You’ve been avoiding it since the last time you saw her.— He paused, letting the words settle. —But if you’re still feeling this way, then you need to deal with it. You can’t just brush it under the rug again. If you want closure, if you want to know if there’s something still there, you have to go after it.—

Lando let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. —I don’t even know what to say to her. I’m not exactly in a good place for this.—

Carlos raised an eyebrow. —You think she’s just going to magically show up and say what’s been on her mind all this time? You two never had that conversation. You never had the chance to properly end things, and now you’re both stuck in limbo.—

Lando’s stomach churned. He hated hearing the truth laid out so bluntly. But he knew Carlos was right. They hadn’t properly ended things. Not really. They’d both let it fizzle out, and now seeing her again—especially with how happy she seemed, how much more in control of her life she looked—it was like everything he’d been trying to ignore was crashing back in.

—She looks... happy,— Lando muttered, his voice quiet, almost to himself. —She deserves it.—

Carlos nodded slowly. —And you deserve the same. But you won’t know unless you talk to her. If you want to know if there’s something there, then go and find out. Otherwise, you’re just going to keep thinking about it.—

Lando looked down at the floor, his heart racing. —I don’t know if I can. After everything... I just... can’t.—

Carlos put a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm. —You’ll never know unless you try, mate.—

Lando met his eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The noise of the paddock, the pressure of the upcoming qualifying session—none of it mattered. He had to make a choice. Stay stuck in the past, or risk stepping forward and facing the truth.

—Yeah,— Lando said quietly, his voice steady despite the nerves. —Maybe you’re right.—

Carlos gave him a sympathetic smile. —You’ve got this. Don’t let the fear control you. Go talk to her.—

Before Lando could respond, he heard George’s voice in the distance, calling to him. —Lando, are you coming?—

Lando turned, giving Carlos one last look before he walked away. There was no turning back now. He had to face this head-on, whatever the outcome would be. The weight of what he needed to do hung in the air, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like maybe he was ready to face it.

But first... he needed to make it through qualifying. He’d deal with Amelie after.

[ritsugaminge]

An exchange gone wrong

Pairing : high schooler Ni-ki x high schooler female reader

Synopsis : You’ve got this, right? Just one day pretending to be your twin at his school should be easy—no one would even notice. He’s practically invisible anyway. But then there’s this guy, Ni-ki, who keeps giving you suspicious glances like he knows something. Can you keep up the act?

Genre : humor, high school drama, crossdressing, a bit of bullying and cursing, casual

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“The school provisor said what?!” you exclaimed, staring at your mother in disbelief as you quickly set your gaming console down, your full attention now on her.

“If Minho skips school today, he’s getting expelled,” your mom said, her voice cracking. 

“You need to go talk to him, knock some sense into him—I don’t want Minho in the same situation as you!” 

The reminder of your own suspension earlier this week stung, but while you fought in the hallways, Minho had retreated into his room for days now, and no one knew what was wrong. 

You gave your mom a quick nod of reassurance before taking the stairs two at a time, then knocking gently on his door. “Minho, it’s me. Can you open up? I brought you some food.” 

The door cracked open just enough for a hand to appear, eager for the food. 

You didn’t wait; you yanked the door and your gaze fell on your twin brother, who looked like he hadn’t seen a shower in ages. 

“Where’s my food?!” Minho’s voice came out muffled and irritated, as he shielded his eyes from the bright light in the hallway. 

You shoved your foot against the door to prevent it from closing and shot back, "You won’t get any if you skip school tomorrow.” 

He let out a long, heavy sigh and said, “Sis, don’t even bother. I’m not going to school anymore.”

“But why?” you pressed, confused. “The provisor said you’ll be expelled if you don’t go.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, making a half-hearted attempt to shove your foot out of the way.

You let him push your foot out of the way with little resistance though, the door closing firmly and the unmistakable click of the lock echoing in your ears. There was something seriously off about your brother, and you were determined to find out what.

You headed to your room, digging through old boxes and drawers in search of one specific item: a wig. It was the same one you’d used for an April Fool’s prank with your brother, a perfect match for his hair. After washing and trimming it to make it look even more authentic, you pulled out the sweatshirt and pants you’d “borrowed” from him to complete the disguise. 

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“Heading to school now, Mom!” you shouted over your shoulder, shutting the door behind you. 

“Alright, have a good day, Y/n,” she called back. However, as she glanced towards the door and saw your back, her voice faltered. “Uh, Minho?”

The disguise was nearly flawless—at least, you hoped it was.

You still adjusted the wig one last time. 

Given that Minho had no visible friends, you figured no one would really pay you much attention. All you had to do was keep a low profile and uncover what was going on with him at school.

Arriving at the school gate, you rummaged through your brother’s bag for his class schedule, only to find yourself utterly lost in the unfamiliar hallways. “Is this really the right classroom?” you whispered to yourself, peering nervously at the door.

“Minho? Look who decided to show up again,” a voice jeered from the hallway, accompanied by a snicker. You glanced over your shoulder to find a group of boys, their cocky grins making it clear they were enjoying the scene.

“Who tf?” you asked under your breath, raising an eyebrow at the group. The guy chuckled and said, “I figured you’d fled, but I guess I was wrong. This is perfect—you can pay for my lunch now." 

You gaped at them, struggling to keep a straight face. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t realize this posh private school was taking in students who can’t even buy a €2 sandwich,” you said, dripping with fake pity. “Don’t worry, I’ll spot you the cash for your haute cuisine.” 

“Excuse me, what?” the guy stammered, clearly taken aback that you actually had a comeback. Minho usually just mumbled or avoided eye contact, so he looked to his friends, apparently needing their moral support to process your response.

When the school bell rang, the teacher opened the classroom door, and students began streaming in. You quickly turned your back on the crowd and slipped inside, choosing a spot at the back to avoid attention. Just as you settled in, a guy chose the seat next to you, seemingly oblivious to your desire for solitude. 

You took a casual side-eye to check out who was sitting next to you, only to find him already staring back at you. 

Now that you two were locked in a staring contest, you felt compelled to break the silence. “Hi…” you said awkwardly. 

“Hey, Minho,” he replied immediately. “Did you shrink a bit while you were away?”

…“The fuck?” you thought, nervously wiping a sweat drop. “Is this dude one of Minho’s friends? I don’t recall him ever hanging out at our house…"

“Haha, you’re hilarious, Ni-ki!” you laughed, spotting his name on his uniform. “Maybe? I was pretty sick for a while, after all…"

Still staring you down, he commented, “Maybe that’s the cause. I’ve noticed your voice is a bit higher now too.” He smiled, clearly amused and eager to hear what you’d say next.

“Well, isn’t this just great,” you thought, feeling defeated. “This dude’s here to blow my cover, no doubt.” You decided to ignore him completely, giving a silly laugh at his comment while pretending to be intensely absorbed in your notebook.

He made several attempts to get your attention during class, but you skillfully dodged every one of them with a cheerful smile. When the bell finally rang, you bolted outside and ducked behind a corner, hoping he wouldn’t catch up to you. 

“This guy is absolutely diabolical,” you thought, catching your breath as you brainstormed a solution to your brother’s issues. His bullies weren’t exactly terrifying—more like mildly annoying. 

As you checked the class schedule again, an idea hit you when you saw that physical education was right after lunch.

But it wasn’t the moment for that yet. You made your way to the buffet, serving yourself some pasta while noticing the group of guys chuckling and eyeing you. With a sigh, you went for the last chocolate cake, but someone beat you to it. You turned swiftly to find Ni-ki plopping the cake onto his tray with a mischievous smile. 

You tried to push aside your frustration, opting for the fruit salad instead. As you walked toward an empty table, you caught a glimpse of one of the bullies getting up and moving towards you, his expression oddly innocent, like he was simply clearing his empty tray.

“What is this bitch up to ?” 

Keeping a wary eye on him, you saw his leg extend unexpectedly, clearly trying to make you stumble. 

You dodged his sneaky leg swipe in record time and swung your own leg out towards the one he wasn’t using. He slipped and went down in slow motion, his tray flipping into the air like a circus act gone wrong. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you said, your smile barely concealed. “Did you just crash to the floor in front of everyone because of me?"

Before he could even get a word out, you plopped down at a table and began eating with a contented smile. The real fun was just getting started for him.

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As the afternoon started, the class dispersed into separate changing rooms for physical ed —one for guys, one for girls. Of course, you snagged Minho’s sports outfit fresh from the wash. 

There was just one tiny issue: how were you supposed to change? This realization hit you a little late, right in the middle of a bunch of shirtless guys.

Hastily, you slipped behind the curtains to change, desperately hoping no one would come by. Just as you finished pulling your pants into place, Ni-ki flung the curtains open, making you let out a muffled yelp. 

"Feeling shy?’" he asked, examining you with a disappointed look. You could feel your anger rising with every second you stared at his irritating face. "You know damn well,” you shot back firmly. It was obvious he knew you weren’t Minho.

As you walked out of the changing room and spotted the day’s activity—an all-out water bomb fight—you raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “What?” you wondered, puzzled. “When did water bombs become a school-approved activity?” 

Catching your look of confusion, Ni-ki explained, “The PE teacher lost a bet last week, so we got to pick today’s activity. You remember, right?” His smirk said it all.

“Yeah, yeah, right,” you replied with a hint of sarcasm, not bothering to mask your identity any longer with him. 

Your plan was to humiliate the bullies during PE by showcasing your epic skills at throwing balls into people’s faces. But with water bombs as the game, that plan might be a bit tricky.

Once everyone was assembled, the teacher explained the game: Each team had a base with a stash of water bombs. If you wanted more, you had to raid another team’s base.

Each team had one player with a headband that needed to be hidden and protected. The objective was to soak the headband wearer from opposing teams to knock them out.

The team with the most remaining headbands wins. So, if you’ve got two headbands and one gets soaked, the other still keeps your team in the game. 

Obviously, you were paired up with Ni-ki. You plastered on a fake smile, knowing you couldn’t take out your frustration by drenching him.

“Who’s going to wear the headband?’’ one of your teammates asked. A girl from your side volunteered, and he handed her the headband. 

You shot a smirk at the bullies’ team—yep, they were on the opposite side—and Ni-ki leaned in, whispering in your ear, “Don’t flash that wicked grin at them.” You shivered and instinctively covered your ear. What was is problem ?

Anyways, as soon as the game began, you went full water-bomb assault mode, throwing three bombs non-stop at one of the bullies who looked like he was gasping for his last breath. Fortunately, he wasn’t the headband holder so you moved on happily to the next target. 

But just then, a random player from another team cut in and got hit instead. He stared at you with a mix of confusion and annoyance before handing you a headband. You apologized, leaving him even more confused, and tucked the headband into your pocket.

As the game dragged on, almost every team had been wiped out, leaving just you and the bullies. 

Ni-ki pointed at the guy who was obviously trying way too hard to look inconspicuous. “That’s our headband guy,” he said.

Your team wondered why he hadn’t been drenched yet but decided it was high time to target him. He likely had all the remaining headbands, given how soaked his teammates were. 

As for your team, you’d lost most of your stolen headbands, leaving only the one you had and another that a girl on your team was holding.

Opting for chaos over strategy, your team went for a full-on rush towards the headband holder. The other team did the same, and the scene quickly turned into a battlefield of flying water bombs. 

Your frustration grew with each failed attempt, so much so that you didn’t notice the girl aiming a water bomb right at you. You spotted it too late and braced yourself for impact, but it never came.

Instead, strong arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the splash. When you looked up, your face was inches away from Ni-ki’s, close enough to feel his breath on your skin.

Time seemed to slow down as your eyes met, stretching a single second into what felt like hours. The chaos around you—the water splashes, the shouting—faded into a soft, distant hum as you became utterly captivated by the depth in Ni-ki’s eyes.

The moment didn’t last, though, as reality came crashing back with a barrage of water bombs. They hit you both from every direction, drenching you to the bone and pulling you apart from each other, making you snap back to reality. 

And just like that, the moment was gone. “And we have a winning team!” the teacher shouted, but it wasn’t your team. 

You’d lost, and you were completely drenched on top of it. 

“Well, I guess my shielding technique didn’t quite work out,” Ni-ki said, raising his eyebrows as he wrung out the water from his shirt.

You gave him a small smile, but the defeat weighed on you as you dragged your feet to the changing rooms. Your plan had kind of flopped, and the day was already over. Did you really solve your brother’s problems? Not really.

You quickly changed, still feeling the dampness clinging to your skin, and left the school with a heavy sigh.

___

When you got home, you immediately took a long shower, letting the warm water wash away the day. After blow-drying your hair, you threw on the first thing you saw—a plain dress. 

As you stood under the shower, you thought about everything that happened and figured that maybe, if you brought your brother some good food (real food this time) and told him about what went down at school, he might be convinced to come back. 

Quietly, you slipped out of the house and headed to the supermarket nearby.

You carefully selected every ice cream flavor your brother loved and stuffed your basket with his favorite snacks. Just as your hand closed around a cup of mint chocolate chip, a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Seriously? Mint and chocolate chips? The mango one's way better.” 

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. "Ni-ki, what a shocker, running into you here."

Feigning surprise, he gasped dramatically. "Wait! Minho with long hair and a dress? Now that's a sight I never thought I'd see." He grinned, clearly enjoying the tease.

"You knew from the start, didn’t you? How?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes as you stared him down. "Are you and my brother secretly besties or something?"

He shook his head with a chuckle. "Nah, not really. Actually, I’ve seen you before—with my sister."

Then he leaned in closer, his hand brushing gently against your cheek as he grinned. "And you’ve got a little mole under your eye. Minho doesn’t."

"Okay..." you said, feeling your ears heat up. "I guess we've got ourselves an observant one here."

Then he mentioned his last name—Nishimura—and it hit you. That was the same last name as one of your close friends. She had told you about a brother your age, but you'd never actually seen him before. 

"Anyways, why were you disguised as your brother today, Y/N?" he asked, casually grabbing other ice creams in his hands.

“Okay, so he even knows my name,” you thought, surprised by how much he seemed to know about you.

“I was there to handle his problems. You know, with that annoying group of guys."

Suddenly, your brother appeared in the supermarket—wearing the weirdest outfit, like he was trying (and failing) to be low-key.

“Minho?!” You raised an eyebrow, genuinely shocked he had emerged from his gross cave of a room.

“Sis?!” He blinked at you, completely dumbfounded, before his eyes shifted to Ni-ki. “And... Ni-ki?”

You grabbed your brother's arm and dragged him closer to Ni-ki. "Hey, loser. This guy right here? He's your new bodyguard at school. And by the way, I totally handled all the bad guys for you today." You flashed a proud smile, while both of them just stared at you, completely bewildered.

“Ooh, that took a quick turn,” Ni-ki chuckled, now eyeing your brother. “I could help you out. Though honestly, after what your sister’s done, you probably won’t need much help.” “What the hell did you do this time?” Minho asked, staring at you like he had lost all hope. “Nothing bad, really!” you said, trying to reassure him with a nervous grin.

After your brother dumped all his groceries on you and took off, you sighed dramatically. "Typical," you muttered under your breath. 

Turning to Ni-ki, you gave him a look. "Just... keep your promise, okay? Make sure my brother survives."

You hoped Ni-ki would actually follow through—because, let’s face it, Minho needed all the help he could get.

"Will you see me again if I do it?" Ni-ki asked, staring straight into your eyes.

"Uh, well... yeah, I guess, if you want," you stammered, suddenly feeling a little flustered. "I'll be crashing at your sister's place anyway..." You trailed off, trying to play it cool.

“That’s great. Then…” He took a step closer, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of warmth and mischief. As he gently brushed a soft kiss against your cheek, you felt a rush of something you couldn’t quite name. 

He handed the cashier the money, his fingers grazing yours just briefly, before turning back to you with a charming smile. “See you soon, Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a promise that lingered even after he walked away.

You waved until his figure faded from view. As you watched him go, you felt a quiet certainty that this wasn’t the last you’d see of him.

END ?

[pursuitseternal]

Hi first of all, I wanted to tell you how much I love your fanfictions I'm always happy to see something new (ascended astarion and astarion spawn stories are my favourites but the others are captivating too). I was wondering if you could write a story where the original Tav dies and is reborn a few hundred years later and Astarion finds her again. Maybe in a more modern setting where the prudery thing isn't quite so… strong

I apologise for my bad English it's not my native language I hope you can understand it anyway

“Mistrial:” a Modern Faerûn AU

Astarion x Tav |E| 2.5K modern au

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Summary: Hundreds of years without her, Astarion still sits on the bench, Justice Ancunìn hear case after case. Until one day, that young prosecutor gets under his skin, until she confronts him after their trial, until ancient memories stir and things awaken.

A/N: Thank you to @myfavouritelunatic and @brabblesblog for their enabling and encouragement.

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“Justice Ancunìn, I have to object,” the little firecracker of a prosecutor ground her high heel into the tile of the courtroom.

Astarion shook his head, tired of her tone already on day one. “You don’t have to, counselor,” he rubbed two fingers against his silver-haired temple, “but given that this is already your twenty-second one today, I can’t say I’m surprised.” She looked at him with sharp eyes and folded arms. The little shit. He did not care for her already.

If this had been in the good old days when Faerûn was at its prime and most debauched, he could have her flogged for her tone and sent to cool in the stocks. And that would have been before he had been turned into vampiric spawn, before he had become hero of Baldur’s Gate with the love of his life at his side. Helping him learn how to hide his immortality and vampirism from the public, learning how to still serve as Magistrate despite his… condition.

That was until time moved on, and his immortality won over the lingering bonds of love. He missed Tav, her brilliance and ferocity, her pointed ears and sweet blood, her passion in life and in the bed.

Like the blink of an eye, he moved on. City to city, career to career as hundreds of years continued their slow grind of time. Until now, now, he stared down from his bench in BGC, new finagled magic in this modern age like cars and electricity and internet. But law was law, and a judge was a judge

It was as if he never left, aside from the new spitfire attorney, just arrived from New Waterdeep, with a ferocity he would have once admired.

He just now found it tiresome. Irritating. He realized after a moment, she had the decency to wait on his final word on her request for objection. He shifted in his seat, narrowing his eyes at her. “Overruled, Counselor Ylfe.” He banged his gavel twice. “In fact, court adjourned until tomorrow,” he stood grumbling to himself. “At least I’ll be spared a twenty-third objection in so many hours…”

His pointed ears picked up on a high pitched scoff. “We shall see,” that lawyer snipped to herself. But that tone, that defiance and jabbing quality… something piqued his interest.

Stirred his ancient memory.

He finally groaned as he rested in his chambers, only moments after shutting the doors and sliding off those scratchy robes. Gods, he missed silks and wigs and velvets. Not this cheap crap everyone wore. He went to his cabinet, taking out a discrete green bottle and pouring himself a mug of its swirling ruby contents. He popped it in his microwave, one improvement on the campfire he would not begrudge using.

Not when it made his stash of blood warm for once.

But even as it hummed, his mind kept rolling over his day. Especially that stubborn, annoying, irritating prosecutor with her defiant eyes and jutting out chin and crossed arms and swaying, perfect hips, and……

“Justice Ancunìn, I figured you would finally have a moment for us to address how to best proceed civilly in your own chambers,” his head shot up, his gaze narrowed as he watched her stride on into his offices.

Her.

“What in the hells are you thinking, Counselor Ylfe?” he spat, fighting hard from baring his fangs at her. A habit eroded from nearly a millennia of practice almost overturned just at the sight of her. “You know any discourse outside of the courtroom can result in a mistrial?”

“This isn’t about the trial, this is about your abject disdain for me, personally, it would seem.” She did it again, crossing her arms and swaying her hips in that tight little black pantsuit of her hers.

Astarion let his eye wander. There was something about her… not many females cut so fine a figure in trousers, or slacks or whatever the fuck they were now.

Not since… her. The other her in his life. His true love. That was the last time he even gave a woman a second glance.

Her hair hung over her shoulder, but now, up close, he could see two pointed ears peeking through her crown of long and flowing hair. Elf. High elf.

He locked eyes with her, that piercing shade… his mind raced and wandered… flying through ancient history for some, the warmest of memories for him. Emerald Grove, Shadow Cursed Lands, the real Baldur’s Gate…

“Didn’t you hear me, Your Honor?” she snapped at him.

Astarion shook his mess of silver locks, smiling in a way that no longer hid his fangs. “I’m afraid I was… lost in the sea of my long and winding memories… darling….”

That made her freeze solid. Her smooth face drew into an inscrutable expression, her cherry red lips parted… “What did you call me…?”

Only then did he realize the slip of his own tongue, how that pet name he vowed never to use flowed right off of it. “D-darling.” He repeated, as shocked as she was at the impropriety. “I’m sorry, Ms. Ylfe.”

“Don’t be,” she instantly replied with a shake of her head. Then she smiled, even as her brows furrowed. She looked at him, at his pale face and silver hair and… dark brown eyes…. “Have you always worn contacts, Mr. Ancunìn?”

“How…” but before he could interrogate that true suspicion, his microwave dinged.

“You better get your drink, Your Honor…” That lilt in her voice was new, he noted.

“I’ll wait,” he shrugged. “I can always reheat it later. First I’ll have to apologize for my… behavior today.”

“I should hope so,” she grinned, walking around and sitting on the edge of his desk. “Treating a lady with such disdain… only to about face and call her darling the next moment… seems something only a true, black-hearted rogue would do…”

“What?” he went rigid. Bending forward, that old instinct to fight or fly racing through his nerves after centuries.

“I’ve never been a fan of contacts,” she smiled so easily as she leaned back against the top of his desk, fingers splayed on his files and papers. “Better if you just showed the world your natural eyes, Mr. Ancunìn….”

His nostrils flared, his breath racing and head swimming. But this time there was no fucking tadpole, he knew that.

“What’s your name…” he hissed, narrowed eyes leveling at her.

“I can tell you, unless you’re bent on letting your stash of blood from getting cold…. Astarion.”

His hand flew to her neck, bringing her up into his face, fangs bared, hackles raised, every long suppressed vampiric sense firing on all cylinders now as he smelled her. “Name,” he commanded.

“Taveria Ylfe,” she swallowed under his hold. “But those close to me have always called me Tav….”

“Tav,” her name was a gasp in his throat.

“And I know you,” she said, breathy and quick. “I didn’t know how… but there was something about you that made me… unsettled.”

“Twenty-two objections later and you call yourself… unsettled?” he smirked, lightening his hold, but stroking his fingers on her skin.

Her skin.

“Well, darling,” she purred, "lifetimes of perfect memory for our kind, and I should have recognized my lover with the crimson eyes and pointed fangs.”

Astarion shook his head, swallowing the rising ball of emotion that caught in his throat. “I’d cry, but it’ll make my contacts hurt,” he gave a wet laugh. His thumb traced on the side of her neck, two circle marks in her flesh, like moles or scars…

“You found them, the brands I’ve have on my flesh ever since you, Astarion,” she added, eyes batting shut under his touch. “I’ve looked for you in every lifetime, my true love with roguish swagger, red eyes, pointed fangs, and massive…”

She paused, pursing her lips.

“Ego?” he offered as an answer, but she shook her head.

“Cock,” she grinned as she bit her lip.

“I was hoping you’d say that… darling…” He hissed as her hand grasped at the gusset between his legs. “Looking for your evidence?” he growled, a roll of his hips into the pressure of her touch. So ancient and familiar. “You’ll get it, darling, if you want it…”

“I do, Astarion,” she sighed, fingers stroking back and forth on the cotton of his pants, feeling that rising erection instantly straining back.

A monsterous growl in his throat, a burning hunger in his belly, he grasped at the back of her neck, pulling her against his lips.

The age-old dance, the same taste. Closing his eyes, his body transported a millennia ago… as if he could smell blood and woodsmoke and magic in the air mixed with her scent. Had he suppressed so much of his senses he couldn’t recognize her scent? Had he ignored the same beat of her heart in her chest, same musical rush of blood in her veins?

He shook his head to let all that go, realizing her hands already tore through her own blazer and button down, clothing now cast to the floor. Already, she had shimmied off the desk, pressing harder into his kiss. He waited for no further invitation, hands instantly sliding her slacks from her perfect curves, his own clothing suddenly feeling too tight and too abrasive.

Astarion only wanted her skin on him now. After so long. He couldn’t move fast enough, his reflexes had dulled from neglect, his dexterity a fraction of what it once was with her. But it, too, slowly crept back, his hands making quick work of his own clothes.

Suddenly, those fingers remembered the smoothness of her skin, rekindled their dexterity. His hand clawed into her hair, the other stroked down her belly, backing her perfect body to perch on the edge of his desk. The gasp he drew from her lips as he sank two fingers into her folds woke something feral in him, something ancient. Vampiric.

“Tav,” he hissed, nuzzing against the music of her artery, rubbing along the stream of her blood in her neck. “May I, please…”

“Mmm, I want to see your real eyes before you take anything of mine, Astarion,” she purred, arching against him. One hand splayed on the desk behind her, she smirked and watched. Never had anyone removed contacts so quickly, so dexterously.

As he blinked, her heart poured open. That scarlet glare, that tilted head, those mussy silver curls. “I can’t believe it’s you…” she sighed.

His eyes went wide, shining in his unshed tears and well of emotion. “I’m so tired of words, Tav,” he replied, voice cracking with that exhaustion and unbridled desire now. “Just give me all of you, to lose myself in, to lose these long and draining years in, years without you.”

Not another word as said, nothing but the groans of their joining once more, the shudder of their bodies as they fucked, the creaking of the wood beneath her as he slammed his hips against it. Cock buried deep in her cunt, fangs digging into her neck.

Both parts of her were hot and leaking. Blood spilled from his mouth once more—warm and fresh and sweetened with her taste. Arousal leaked into the wood beneath them, her musk and sweat the only perfume he longed to smell.

He swirled his tongue over his bite marks, fresh bleeding wounds that swallowed those scars she was born with. A lasting brand on her skin as she had forever been on his heart, his soul.

He couldn’t bring her close enough to him, fingers clawed into her ass to keep her from sliding away with his frantic thrusts. And she had already wrapped herself around his waist, already scratched up the places of his back that weren’t riddled with scars still. Clutching him tightly to never lose him again.

Their lips were sealed together, locked as they sucked and moved and danced in their ancient kiss, the taste of her blood sending them both reeling into oblivion. She keened as her walls spasmed around his cock, that familiar ripple and beat of her climax pressing against his every wild and erratic thrust.

His forehead resting against her shoulder, the scent of her blood there was the last little push he needed, losing himself in the trembling warmth and comfort and pull of her body. His cock pulsed hard inside her, thrumming against her muscles as he came harder than anything for a thousand years. Forcing his head back up, he locked eyes with her, face twisting and arms shaking as he came. Lips pulled back to show those glistening and reddened fangs.

Her hand braced hard at the back of his neck, keeping her with him as his hips thrust, slowing as he emptied into her. At last he stilled, a foolish, young smile on his gaping lips, lips he licked clean.

He would tell her sometime, how she had made his undead heart remember how to beat and love again twice now. How she brought him back to life over and over again. But with that haze in her eyes, the way she clenched still around his cock, he knew this wouldn’t be the end of their reunion.

Thank the gods.

Lips curling as she met her mouth in a kiss, she drew him in again for more. “I have a hotel…” she whispered.

“And I have a penthouse, darling,” came his instant reply between her ravenous caresses.

“Hmm,” she laughed deep in her throat, their kiss still working slowly, unable to break apart once more. “As long as you keep it cleaner than your tent once was, I accept. Someplace for us until the morning when we return to court…”

His fingers, coated in the scent of her arousal, stayed her mouth. “Tch, surely even a young thing like you knows this will end in mistrial now,” he smirked. “Not even I can think of a clause that allows for lost soul mates to continue in court after such…” he glanced at the mess between their legs, “…debauchery.”

“Oh well,” she feigned disappointment, sliding off to retrieve her clothes. “Worth it…”

Suddenly his arms gripped her, pulling her by the swell of her ass, flush against his naked body one more time. “It’ll be days before either of us must return to court… long, exhausting, pleasure-filled days, darling.”

Tav dove up for his kiss, standing in her tiptoes to meet that smirk that haunted her for centuries. “You better hurry me away to your place, Astarion, or someone will find us here making up for lost time.”

Reluctantly and with a deafening sigh, he relented, busying himself to dress again.

“Oh,” she commented, that taunting tone in her voice, “and don’t think I missed how you never answered it your place was still a mess of chaos again.”

He turned, shaking his head as he refastened his belt. “Well, even if you are disappointed in that regard, I can assure you…” he gave her that look, those half-lidded eyes, that sharpened fanged smirk, “you won’t be left wanting in other regards.”

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - The Award Part 1/15

Prologue Part 2

Alright here we go. Hope you like it 👉👈☺️

Kiera Reed, upcoming superstar, the new it girl, multi Grammy Award winner…or so she wants to be. Realizing that the music industry has little to do with talent and a lot to do with status, Kiera is willing to do it all to give her music the recognition it deserves. Even if that means fake dating the stubborn, inconsiderate and undeniably arrogant football player, Ruben Dias. It is through lies, schemes and hurt that the "couple" comes to know each other. But through passion, love and sacrifice Kiera and Ruben go through lengths to help each other achieve their dreams.

Enjoy! ✨️

Seventy pounds for a new set of braids was crazy, and that's besides the cost of hair extensions. That's why, no matter how much money Kiera was making as an artist, she would never become careless with her money. Especially when her cousin Angie could do it all, knotless, dreads, a wig, a weave. You name it, cousin Angie could do it.

"Did you say seventy quid for what, four bundles?"

"Yes Ang, and that's before adding the fee for washing and drying."

"That's crazy. These celebrity stylists need to be locked up for real."

"That's what I said!"

Their laughter rattled the walls of Kiera's hotel room. Kiera, seated on the floor while cousin Angie stood over her, finishing up Kiera's half braided scalp.

"Girl, hold still or we're going to be here for another hour." Kiera's head was pulled back to stop her from moving around so much. 

"Ouch. Careful Ang."

"Then hold still. Don't you need to be at the radio station at three?"

"And the studio at six. Please, no need to remind me." Kiera looked through the calendar on her phone. There were a lot of marked dots just for this weekend. Her manager and Odell must have seen it fitting to squeeze in as many appearances while they were still in Manchester. Kiera should have known that an Awards show was only the beginning to the longest seventy-two hours of her life.

"What time will you leave the studio?" Angie asked. "My friends from uni are looking to party."

"Hmm, can't say." Kiera swiped through her calendar again, checking today's agenda. Her studio session would keep her busy for at least four hours, and after the dinner reservation with Odell there wouldn't be much time to party. "I dunno, Ang there's this football game on Sunday and you know how Odell is. I can't be too hungover even if I'm just supposed to make an appearance."

"No, I get it. Would it be okay though, if my friends and I came around here when you and your hubby are out for dinner?"

Kiera chuckled. "Yeah, sure. Feel free to empty the mini bar."

"You read my mind."

The girls were back to mindless snickering, and once again Kieras head was tugged backwards.

"Ouch, Ang. Stop that."

"Hold still!"

Kiera had a minor headache by the time she arrived at the BBC radio station in Manchester. She was only scheduled to be on for the hour so chugging down a Panadol on the car ride there would have to do. Or so Kiera thought. 

She was scheduled for a smaller interview with the radio stations junior hosts, three young women and their poor sound technician who didn't look to be older than nineteen. With the four of them boxed in the room together there wasn't enough air to go around once Kiera arrived with her throbbing headache.

"Give it up for Kiera Reed everybody, Britain's upcoming superstar!" 

Kiera received a round of applause upon her arrival. 

"Thank you, that's more than a generous introduction."

She had yet come to terms with her many achievements these past months. The recognition she was receiving was humbling and a little intriguing. However, it was easier for her to talk about her music with her younger audience since they were the ones who inspired her the most.

"So tell us Kiera, how long have you and Ruben Dias' been dating?"

"What? Who?"

"Yeah, tell us," The girls chanted. "Don't be shy. We saw how the two of you were cozying up to each other yesterday at the EMA's. Come on, we want all the tea."

"I wasn't— Who the hell is Ruben Dias?" Kiera was bewildered by the accusations. Certainly because her boyfriend, Odell, would be listening in to the show. It dawned on her though that the giddy women were referring to the man at the award show from last night. The way he had…had… Kiera had yet found the correct words to reminisce about what happened at the event. She had felt anxious on stage, unable to present the award for the best new artist, when Ruben, her co-presenter lifted the burden of her shoulders by well…welll…

"Okay, I take it that the two of you are keeping things private." The girls rolled their eyes in annoyance. "But if we played a game of Fuck, Merry, Kill, where would Mr Ruben Dias place?"

"Pardon?" Kiera could feel the Pandanol evaporating from her body with the way her brain was pounding in her head. She expected to do a serious interview about her music and her career. But it seems like she was set up with yet another basement talk show, who thrived on solemnly speaking on celebrity gossip. Despite her disappointment Kiera knew better not to trash the vibe, and would do her best to play her part just like she was trained to do.

"Would you fuck, kill or merry Ruben Dias?"

Kiera cleared her throat. "Ruben Dias and…?"

The girls shifted their heads. "What do you mean?"

Kiera smiled, a fake smile, as if excited to please their needs for details on her private life. "Well…Ruben Dias and who else? Fuck, Merry and Kill usually includes more people to pick from, no?"

"Oh my god, yes! Of course." The girls were bouncing in their seats like young school girls. They put their heads together and whispered some names between them. 

While she was momentarily ignored Kiera glanced at the blushing sound technician and gestured towards her wrist for him to tell her how much time she had left on the show.

"Eh, fifteen minutes, Miss." 

"Thank you." 

"Okay, we've got it!" The girls exclaimed, having successfully assembled a trio of men for Kiera to fuck, merry and kill. "Ruben Dias, Central Cee and eh…Princess Kate Middleton."

"Right." Kiera sighed internally. But to get things over with. "Kill Central Cee, obviously. He's just a kid." They were actually around the same age, Central Cee and Kiera. But the gasping protests that followed her choice told Kiera to stand by it. Though, her next decision was a bit trickier, and rightfully controversial. "Fuck Kate Middleton."

"Really?" The girls were giggling, blushing and giggling to a point where their faces turned bright red. "You're such an icon for saying that. Princess Kate Middleton, really? I reckon she would be shit in bed."

"Emma?"

"What? She would be. Most Likely."

It was a dreadful fifteen minutes. The most dreadful fifteenth minutes in Kiera's twenty-five years of life. Was this really what she had to do to fulfill her dreams, a life of entertaining the public with her private life? She had started out singing in church somewhere in Erdington, Birmingham. When Kiera's dreams were solemnly her own. Now her dreams were being shared with the world. Torn by it. All in the name of live entertainment.

"What about Ruben Dias?" One of the girls asked.

"Oh, right." Kiera was brought back from her thoughts. "I'd marry him, I guess."

"So, the two of you are dating?"

"What, no. I have a boyfriend."

"Ruben Dias?"

"No, his name is Odell. He's my…."

The BBC Radio jingle shook the studio, startling only Kiera.

"Well folks, looks like that's all the time we have for today." The girls took to their microphones, a sudden professionalism in the way they went about. "That was a lovely game of fuck, merry and kill with none other than Britain's newest superstar, Kiera Reed! If you want to hear more from her you can catch her newest single, Pipe Dreams, right after this short break."

The girls got up from the table as the commercial played in the background. They thanked Keira for her participation and wished to have her back soon.

Not even an hour later a car was sent to Kiera's hotel to pick her up and take her to the studio where Odell and the producers were waiting.

"Hi babe, how was your day?"

"Awful." Kiera was glad to be swept up in her boyfriend's embrace, inhaling the smell of his fruitful aftershave.

"Awful? Didn't the Radio show go well?" She was tilted back in his arms, Odell tracing his thumb along Kiera's eyebrow. He possessed the loveliest pair of eyes, a mix of green and blue. Rare for someone of his complexion. She had really struck her luck being discovered by him. He was truly her partner in crime.

"No, didn't you listen in?" 

His guilty eyes told otherwise  "Sorry babe. I guess I missed it. But hey, listen to this sick beat that we've been working on."

What followed was a long studio session, stretching well into the night. Kiera was left with a sore throat after recording her vocals on over 20 tracks. And forget about the dinner reservations. By the time she and Odell got back to the hotel, all restaurants in town were closed.

"You sleep tight. I'll be back to pick you up in the morning."

"Can't you stay for a little bit?" He was truly a gentleman, her boyfriend. In the beginning of their relationship Kiera was told that it was because of their age gap, Odell being well into his thirties. That their relationship wouldn't look good in the eyes of the public. But as the love between them matured Odell eased up on his fear for public display of affection, even though he and Kiera had yet spent a night together, their similar religious upbringing preventing them to.

"I'll be back first thing in the morning." He assured, allowing himself to kiss Kiera good night. She fell asleep, dreaming of that kiss, that and other things involving Odell's lips roaming her body. She had never desired a man as much as she desired him, even though they both agreed to save themselves until marriage. However, Kiera wouldn't mind breaking a few religious rules, not if it was done in the name of true love.

*******

The next morning was as hectic as the previous. Despite her drunken rampage with her uni friends, Kiera's cousin Angie showed up at the hotel just in time to do Kiera's makeup ahead of today's appearances.

"Since when do you watch football?" Cousin Angie asked, amused to hear that Kiera was personally invited to watch the fixture between Everton and Manchester City. Angie herself had never witnessed a game, despite having spent three years living in the heart of football legacy, Manchester City.

"It's Odell." Kiera sighed. "He really wants to go, but I don't know. We received the call after the EMA's by some publicist on one of the teams. I think they're only doing it because they feel sorry for what happened."

"You mean how you got all choked up on stage." Angie chuckled. "Yeah, trust me, we all felt sorry for you."

"I didn't choke up." Kiera snapped. Her protests earned her a slap by a makeup brush.

"Will you relax? I was joking." Angie brushed off the excess powder on Kiera's cheek. "People could barely tell how nervous you were."

"You really think so?"

"Yes. I only know because you told me. Besides, what really got people talking was you with that man's lips in your ears."

"Oh, will you shut up about that."

Angie laughed as she dodge Kiera's swinging arms. "No, but seriously. What did he say to you?"

"Who, Ruben?" Kiera's arms stopped swinging.

"Ruben is he? So you know him by name now."

"Shut up. I won't tell you what he said if you don't." It was becoming annoying, her cousin Angie, another person to remind Kiera of how a man, a complete stranger, had to come to her rescue during the most humiliating night of her life.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." Angie assured. "Now tell me what he said."

"Fine." Kiera sighed, reminiscing on what it felt like, having someone as tall as Ruben towering over her like a guard on duty. It was embarrassing to say that Kiera's desire for Odell had momentarily been mixed up with the events of that night. While she adored her boyfriend's lips on her body, Kiera's fantasies were getting invaded by the sensation of a gentle caress, just below her earlobe. Ruben's lips, whispering such sweet endeavors to a woman he just met. "You did good." Kiera muttered, the words barley audible in the silence of the hotel room.

"Come again?" Angie frowned.

"I said, you did good."

"Who?"

"Not who, me. Or at least that's what he said."

"Who, Ruben?"

Kiera bit her lip, nodding her head.

"Ruben Dias? The Ruben Dias whispered the words — you did good."

"Kiera." She shyly added . 

"Huh?"

Kiera looked to her hands. "He whispered, You did good, Kiera. Very good." 

"Great. That's just fucking great."

"What is?" Kiera turned in her chair, regarding her cousin who looked to want to stab her eyes out with the tweezers.

"I can't believe you get to live out my fantasies of having two lovers yearning for you."

"I don't have—" Heat rose to Kiera's pampered face. "I barely know Ruben. Sure I'll see him today at the game, but I'll be there with Odell, my boyfriend, to relieve your memory loss." Kiera withheld the fact that after learning her rescuer's full name at the radio show, she had spent the rest of that lonely evening googling her knight in shiny armour. Of course, leaving her terribly guilty for reliving the humiliating events of that Award show, purly in the hopes of putting a face on the voice that still raised the hairs on the back of her neck. It happened just at the thought of his lips in her ear. A thought that had occurred more than once since it happened.

"I dunno Keke." Said Angie, unable to talk and do makeup at the same time. "After your little radio show yesterday and the fact that you're seeing him again today, the universe really seems to want you and this guy to reunite, you know, to keep the flame he lit alive."

"What flame? You're delusional." Kiera said bitterly. "Now finish my makeup or I'll tell aunt Tamika that you're failing uni." To this she earned a laugh from her favorite cousin. It was pure luck that the EMA's happened to be in Manchester this year. Usually the two of them wouldn't have had a chance to get together until the holiday's, at least not now when Kiera's career was really taking off.

Prologue

Part 2

[satorubrain]

Back again 👀👀👀

How would Gojo react if his s/o dressed as him? Like he’s back from work or he walks in on them- can be up up you!

I can imagine the reader giggling to themselves while trying not to trip over Gojo’s trousers BC WHY IS HE SO TALL???

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Tags: Fluff, crack, reader is implied to be short but lets all agree that Satoru is just a fucking buff giant. Why is he built like that. I'll stop ranting-

Synopsis: Gojo sees you cosplaying as him

A/N: I had to add stupidity to this.

"Perfect!!" You exclaim styling your white hair wig. Now all that's remaining is, do work with Satoru's humongous clothes. He was already giant yet his uniform is fucking baggy, which just increases your problems.

The amount of pins you had to use to make his pants fit you already have your hands aching. His top is a fucking dress and you think you're gonna cry. But it's too late to stop. Continuing to put on the white mascara on your eyelashes and checking if the blindfolds fit you-

"FUCK YOU SATORU" You scream trying to get rid of the anger his size is giving you. You just want to get ready before he arrives home. You just tear up the blindfold since you're now too lazy to make proper adjustments, it's just easier if you tie up a knot.

Finally, you put on the ridiculous wig. Yes, it's absolutely absurd that you decided the wig hair length should make up for the difference in height.

Oh lord this get up is hilarious. You're shaking trying to control the laughter while looking at yourself in the mirror. Unwilling to ruin your mascara, you decide to get up and wait for Satoru in the living room. You text Satoru that you "need him" before putting on the blindfolds again, manspreading and sitting like him with a wide smile anticipating his arrival any time now.

It doesn't take him more than twenty minutes to hurriedly unlock your door. But this is not what he was envisioning, nonetheless he is not disappointed.

"Im hOO-" he stops mid sentence removing his blindfolds so he can properly look at you for a couple of seconds before bursting into his loud hyena laughter, clutching onto the door knob for support because lord you knocked the air out of his lungs in the most comical way. You would've looked so cute if it wasn't for that darned wig of yours.

"Laughing at the strongest? That's not a very good idea" You choke out trying to control your laughter, biting your inner cheek.

He's wheezing oh so loudly now and closing the door behind him, so he can go to you and sit beside you. He fails to form any sentence whenever he even glaces at you- both of you are now trying to control your laughter, just wanting to breathe for a moment.

"C-can I have a pic-" He wheezes so loudly he starts coughing and at this point both of you have tears of laughter running down your face.

"Yes you may, my dear FAN" you yell the newfound nickname with your cracking voice sending the both of you into another fit of laughter.

It takes you both a solid while to calm down before he can have a photoshoot with you while recording the entire thing with another camera so he doesn't miss out any moments.

You both also record a tiktok with team rocket's motto, but instead of meowth there's an abrupt cut of you tripping over his damned long pants and your wig falling off your head with a screech and him trying to save you- the video goes viral overnight.

What others don't see is how you tripping caused a loud rip of his pants from your toe till your knee as the stiff wig falls with a thud on the ground and you both are rolling on the floor laughing again.

You best believe this man has tucked away the clothes you wore today, as he would say, "to keep the memories safe" but lets ignore how he made the wig a table decoration.

I'm 5'3- so imagining a whole foot long wig standing is fucking killing me.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 15

Halloween divider by :@/thecutestgrotto

Title: Honey Bunny

Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, p-in-v (wrap it folks!), quickie sex (in costume lmao),photos and videos (consensual), cowgirl 🤠, Jake being Jake, grinding, lipstick marking, slightly dom reader? (I don't really know where it came from either to be honest), pet names (honey, honey bunny, baby)

Not beta'd + very last minute + on mobile (these are all warnings)

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend with your costume at Aisha's Halloween party - a costume he's been waiting all month to see.

A/N: If I didn't run out of time with Kinktober, this would have been posted today to mark the 31st installment. Oh well. Once again, this was meant to be short... but here we are again at 2k+...I'm going to attempt to get the final fluffs out but I'm currently roasting pumpkin seeds and making pumpkin pureé 💀 Happy reading 🎃 - Love Grem x

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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You had managed to hide your costume from Jake pretty well, despite him knowing exactly who you were going as for Halloween. You couldn't do a couples costume without him knowing but the mere idea of seeing you all dressed up as this character had Jake bouncing off the walls with excitement.

So, you'd made yourself the promise that he wasn't going to see it until Aisha's Halloween Party. It drove him mad.

Jake complained and begged for a whopping thirty days, itching to see you try on your dress and shoes. You'd refused each time, you smirk growing wider each day. Oh, Halloween would be fun.

On the day of the party, you'd kissed him goodbye before you headed to Aisha's, reminding him that you'd be waiting for him at the party and that he'd better wear his costume or else. Jake nodded eagerly and bid you goodbye. The last thirty days had been hell. He'd been imagining what you'd look like in your costume day-in-day-out and he'd been so incredibly horny that just the anticipation of tonight had given him a hard on. He sighed, leaning into the sofa and running a hand over his face. He wasn't sure he'd be able to keep his hands off you tonight.

Pulling into your dress was probably the most difficult part of your evening and you were thankful Aisha was there to help tug the dress over your ass and secure it with the zipper. What are best friends for?

You knew damn well Jake would not have helped you get into it. But at least he'd probably be helping you get out of it.

By the time you had put the wig on, styled and secured it, partygoers had started to arrive. You gave yourself another once over in the mirror.

You almost didn't recognise yourself. With long red hair cascading flames down your bare back and cinched waist in a dress you were sure was going to burst at the seams, you were the embodiment of one of the series characters ever to have graced a screen. You couldn't even imagine what Jake would say - or do - when he got his paws on you.

As if on cue, an onslaught of texts from your boyfriend pinged through your phone, asking where you were. With a smirk over your shoulder to your reflection, which made your own knees wobble, you headed out of Aisha's room and down the stairs.

You slowly inched down the stairs in your heels, on-goers in the hallway stopping to stare as you descended. You flashed them a smile and a hello - most didn't even respond - before you waltzed into the living room. Jake was at the punch bowl, grabbing your drinks while he waited for you to appear.

Although his back was to you, but the bright red overalls and bunny ears you'd bought him for his half of the couples costume were unmistakable. You could just about make out the collar of the bright yellow-polka dot bow tie around his neck. One of your gloved hands reaches around his waist as you move to stand beside him.

"Hey, honey bunny." You purr, pecking his cheek. "Glad you made it in one piece."

Jake freezes, his eyes flickering over to your face and then down to your cleavage. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water but his throat his too dry to speak. He doesn't know where to look and the only things his mind is occupied with is how hot you look and how much he wants to fuck your brains out.

You grin, eyes glittering with smug mischief as you take your cup from him.

"Does it look okay? It's not too much is it?" You ask him with faux-innocence. Jake shakes his head violently, faux rabbit teeth almost tumbling out.

"You... look..." A bright red flush creeps up from his neck and his voice is hoarse. "Good. So good.... can we go home?"

The last half is whispered quickly to you, before Jake pecks a quick, desperate kiss to your lips. His eyes are pleading, no begging, for you to say yes; to let him take you home and ruin your make up and make you scream this Halloween night.

However, you didn't get all dressed up for nothing and whilst his reaction has your thighs squeezing under your dress, you politely tell him no.

"Please?" He bats his eyelashes at you from behind his glasses, and his eyes almost flutter when you reach up to adjust his ears. "Pretty please? I'll put my head between your legs an-"

"Ahh! Oh my God!" Aisha squeals, approaching you and Jake with Clay in tow. Aisha is dressed scantily clad in black, with a black cat mask. Clearly, a very sexy cat womaUnsurprisingly, he's wearing the batman logo on his t shirt and a pair of black jeans but he's fighting back a smile when he sees Jake's outfit. "You both look amazing!"

Jake clears his throat awkwardly and tries to smile, taking your hand and pulling on it gently, urging you once again to leave the party early with him. You ignore him.

"Thanks. You look stunning." You beam at her excitedly and narrow your eyes playfully at Clay. "And your costume is okay too. If you could call it that."

"Well, your costumes suit you." Clay grins, glancing between you and Jake. "Roger and Jessica Rabbit. Christ, I should have seen that one coming."

The party was a blast. Jake never let you stray to far, either following you around like a lost puppy or watching you with what Aisha said were bordering-on-cartoonish heart eyes. Many drinks, photos and festivities later you were bidding your farewells and clambering into a taxi back to your apartment, careful not to tear your dress or trip.

Jake was quiet on the ride back and he didn't even glance in your direction when you chattered away about the night and looked through your photos, not even casting a glance when you re-applied your red lipstick. However, you knew from the way he was tapping his fingers against the leather seat of the taxi, that he was trying to restrain himself until he got home.

This only made you tease him more; showing him photos that showed off more cleavage, murmuring how your dress was too tight and almost didn't fit, but at least your heels looked cute. You could see the way his Adams apple bobbed that you were not helping and he practically dived out of the car when you arrived at your apartment building, forgetting he'd given you his keys earlier in the night.

You thanked the cab driver and slowly sauntered your way up to the door walking up the stairs to your apartment before taking your time to unlock the door with a small smile. Desire radiated off of Jake in waves, your heartbeat erratic knowing what was about to happen.

You push the door open gently and as a sliver of the hall light bounces off the wooden floor of your apartment, Jake is bundling you inside unable to wait a second more. You squeak with surprise and giggle when he slams the door shut with his foot shrouding you in darkness and pushing you against the nearest wall to kiss every millimetre of bare skin he can find. His hands find your hips and grip them tight, pulling them flush against his own. You can feel just how excited he is even through the fabric of your dress and you would have found it a whole lot sexier if the smooth edges of the rabbit teeth weren't distracting you.

"Jake."

"Huh?"

"The teeth?" You raise an eyebrow at him and bite back a grin as Jake removes his false rabbit teeth and throws them somewhere across the room with a small clink.

"Sorry." He huffs before immediately latching to your skin again, kissing up your neck while his hands wander your curves.

"I have an idea," you murmur, fumbling blindly for the light switch. "Bedroom. Now."

Jake pulls away from you, stumbling in the dark of the apartment to the bedroom, not caring whether you manage to get the light on or not. He can't wait any longer. You bite back a giggle when you hear a thump and a distant "ow", squinting as you finally manage to turn on the light. You tug down your thong and step out of it (it'll just get in the way) before moving across the floor to the bedroom. Your heels click against the floor and you can already see Jake fighting the buttons of the dungarees to get them off. You lean against the door frame, effortlessly seductive as you wiggle your phone at him.

Jake pauses, bunny ears askew, flushing peachy-pink in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. He swallows thickly and stands straighter, the outline of his cock clearly visible through the thin fabric of the dungarees. Your eyes flit down and linger before looking back to his face with a mischievous grin.

"What -" Jake clears his throat. "What are you gonna do, baby?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." You stick your tongue teasingly and Jake looks ready to sink to your feet. "I just want you to take the dungarees and shirt off and lay on the bed."

You say it casually but Jake acts as if you've ordered it - ripping the bright red fabric down his legs so fast you're sure you heard it tear. He clambers onto the bed in his boxers and white t-shirt, about to remove the bunny ears when you shake your head.

"Keep them on. The shirt can go."

He carefully removes his shirt over his head and you take the time his head has disappeared to quietly stalk to the bed and palm his cock over his boxers. Jake gasps and jerks, yanking the shirt over his head, making his fuzzy ears fall over his glasses. With your phone-holding hand you push them up again, squeezing around his cock at the same time. His hard length twitches against your palm as you smirk down at him, standing to hitch your red dress upwards over your thigh as you move to straddle him. You sit perfectly on top of his hard, clothed cock, the damp warmth of your pussy emanating around him. Jake bites back a moan but you grind against him gently just to hear him curse.

His eyes are half-lidded but his usually baby blue eyes are almost black with need. He looks unbelievably hot like this. There was just one thing missing before you snapped a few pics for memory.

You lean down pressing your lips haphazardly against his, before peppering his face and neck with bright, blood red kisses. Each kiss and movement earns you a groan and murmur, Jake's hands finding your hips again to press you down onto him, just so he could grind up against you.

After a few minutes of heated pecks, you sit back - leaving Jake to whine needily at your departure.

"Baby, that's not fair. I've been wanting you all night." His face is adorned with lipstick stains and flushed with need. Your core aches and you lick your lips, unlocking your phone and pulling up your camera app. Jake's brows furrow in confusion for a moment until he hears the camera shutter sound. His cock twitches and he sucks in a sharp breath. This was unexpected but not unwanted.

"Smile honey." You purr at him, running a silky, gloved hand down his chest. "You're on camera."

A bashful, goofy grin erupts over Jake’s face as he looks up at you his eyes twinkling in the soft light. His cock somehow gets harder, twitching more furiously now, aching for you. Your thighs squeeze around his hips to try and ease your own tension to no avail as you snap photos of your gorgeous boyfriend beneath you.

A devious thought creeps into your brain as you reach below where your sat, running your hand along Jake’s cock and snapping a photo when he moans. You pump his cock a handful of times until he's panting, keening underneath you and begging to let him fuck you. He'd been so pent up all night, all month, thinking about this.

Your finger brushes along your phone screen, pressing down on the video option. You free Jake's cock first, sitting back on his thighs and slowly stroking his heated length with precise pumps. You run your thumb over his tip spreading the bead of sticky precum that gathered there.

"Look at the camera," you say softly, moving forward but hovering over his cock. You wanted to get this just right. You tilted your phone horizontal and Jake didn't seem to notice, or care, since you'd been taking about a dozen pictures of him from different angles already. You hit record.

His eyes are glazed over, still smiling, as he blows a kiss to the camera the same time you sink down onto him. Your cunt swallows him whole and he bottoms out immediately, making you both moan loudly. Jake’s eyes roll back and he curses loudly, hands gripping your hips like a vice. Your walls flutter around his cock and you sigh in delight at the feeling of fullness.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jake chants, trying to force himself not to coat your insides immediately. He heaves a breath eyes fluttering up to you, then to the phone, mind slowly piecing together why you haven't turned the phone to a different angle yet. "Shit, baby, y-you're filming?"

You slowly grind your hips forward, making him hiss another moan. The flush on his face matches your lipstick and you press the big red button, ending the video and throwing your phone onto your pillow.

"Was." You correct, leaning down to kiss him. Jake hums, happy that both of your hands are now running over his chest and shoulders. "Just wanted to capture the moment. I always did like the fucked out look you get."

Jake smiles, chasing your lips with his. "Well, now that that's out of the way; I've been waiting to fuck you all night."

His hands move around to grip your ass cheeks over your dress, holding you in place against him while he fucks up into you. Your hands grip his shoulders, unable to leave nail marks like you usually do because of the gloves, and you dip your head to meet his lips in a heated kiss. Your moans are swallowed in Jake’s mouth and his pace is relentless, bordering on feral, and you can't quite tell which turns you on more.

You can feel your toes curl inside your heels, and you press them into Jake’s thighs involuntary making him groan.

"Shit, fuck, baby you feel good." He blabbers, the sound of sloppy thrusts sounding throughout the bedroom. You take it as your cue to lend him a helping hand, propping yourself up uncomfortably in your tight dress, and working your hips to meet his.

Jake bites down on his lips to stifle more moans, but you on the other hand, are moaning freely above him. You pussy clenches and flutters rapidly, a warning of an impending orgasm as you fuck yourself on his cock faster.

"Jesus, if you keep doing that I'm gonna - fuck." Jake groans as you greedily milk his cock, unable to think straight.

"You can come," you pant, your pussy tightening even more at seeing the same fucked out look he had on his face earlier. "Fuck - I want you cum for me."

Jake's eyes fly open his mouth a small o as he coats your walls with a groan. Your release isn't far behind, the twitch of his cock as he spills inside you sending you over the edge with short gasps of pleasure. Your walls continue to flutter around him as you settle from your highs, catching your breaths.

"Happy Halloween, honey bun." You giggle breathlessly, smirking down at him before rolling into the space next to him. You roll onto your side, slotting under Jake’s shoulder.

"We're keeping that costume." He states firmly, squeezing you close. "And those pictures."

"Only if you keep the ears and bow tie, too." You tease, kissing his cheek.

"Deal." He sighs, glancing over to you with a small frown. "You should have worn this sooner."

"And ruin my own fun?" You grin over at him. "Never. Besides, I have plenty of pics for a new lock screen now."

Roger Rabbit + Jake Jensen anybody? 😏

[sexymissjessica]

An early Friday morning photo dump from last Sunday which was day two for Jessica!! I actually went through my entire girls wardrobe and am donating many items that I never wear anymore. And found this maroon top too and it stayed in the closet!! This still the new $29 Amazon special but I have a human hair wig arriving today which wasn’t cheap but not over the top expensive!! Can’t wait!!

[saurongorthaur9]

Getting very close to a finished Sauron cosplay! Today, I finished the cloak, and while I was in the midst of doing some test photos with the cloak, my wig arrived! So pleased with how its all coming together. I have dreamed of doing this cosplay for 15 years and am so excited to finally look in the mirror and see Sauron looking back.