#my wig arrived today!!!

[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 😭'

[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

[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.

___ 

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

Ao3 link

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.”

[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? 😏

[hrrtshape]

FAME DR — day in the life on set of POOR THINGS.

✶  6:00 AM – THE DREAMY START. the day begins with a soft budapest sunrise peeking through the lace curtains of my hotel suite. staying somewhere chic but intimate—an apartment with a balcony overlooking the danube, where the air smells faintly of pastries and rain. slipping into a silky robe, sipping a coffee that my assistant picked up from a tiny café downstairs. 

✶  7:00 AM – OFF TO SET. my driver arrives—a sleek black car waiting to whisk me away to set. i’ve got my headphones in, listening to something vibey (imogen heap maybe, or nick cave to channel the dark, strange energy of the movie, because with talent like mine method acting is nooooot requires). on the drive, i look out at the city—majestic bridges, the grandeur of parliament, and locals on their morning commute. it’s a little melancholic and beautiful, like poor things itself !

✶  8:00 AM – HAIR ’N’ MAKE UP. once on set, i’m greeted with good mornings from the crew, and someone hands me a green juice (i don't like it much, but still sip it because actress health). hair and makeup is transformative. the makeup artist tells me stories about their time working on indie french films while pinning back my red hair to attach that otherworldly wig i wear as bella. the vibe is calm, except for my cheeky habit of stealing the lip balm on the makeup table. (i swear i’ll return it... one day.)

✶  9:30 AM – COSTUME MAGIC. my costume for the day? a whimsical, frankenstein-esque, 19th century masterpiece. fitted bodices, high lace collars, and layers of tulle skirts that make me feel alive in the most peculiar way. i twirl in it once before heading to set because i have to. the costume designer nods approvingly like, “mhm, yes, a STAR.”

✶  10:00 AM – FILMING BEGINS. it’s all lights, camera, ACTION ! the scene today is heavy—a lot of emotional unraveling as bella becomes even more sentient (in the best way). the director gives soft-spoken notes between takes while i lie dramatically on the prop chaise lounge to not ruin my costume. there’s laughter too—sometimes i break character because my co-star says something hilariously absurd in their accent, and everyone laughs. it’s a good day !!!

✶  1:00 PM – LUNCH BREAK. i sit outside in the crisp Budapest air, wrapped in a robe to protect the costume, hair pinned all up, eating with the crew. i chat with the director, yorgos lanthimos, about hungarian architecture and his possible next movie (kinds of kindness sneak) while sneaking bites of a second dessert because…well, i’m in budapest, and life is sweet. and so is yours truly. 

✶  2:00 PM – MORE FILMING. back to the grind, because it never stops, but it never feels like work (actress finds out about 9-5s). the cameras roll, capturing that every blink and movement. 

✶  6:00 PM – WRAP FOR THE DAY. the director calls it a wrap, and applause fills the room. it’s tradition now—someone always brings champagne to toast the end of filming days. hugging the crew, make sure to sign a polaroid for someone in the lighting department who’s a fan, and then head back to the makeup trailer to become me me me again. wig off, makeup gone, red hair back.

✶  7:30 PM – EVENING IN BUDAPEST. i don’t waste the night ! after freshening up, i’m off to explore dudapest with a few castmates. maybe a quiet dinner at a michelin-star restaurant or a visit to the famous thermal baths under the stars. i end the evening strolling along the danube, laughing and taking blurry photo.

✶  11:00 PM – BACK AT THE APARTMENT. finallyyyy, back in my cozy hotel room. i light a candle (amber or sandalwood scented, because vibes) and journal about the day. before bed, i scroll through fan edits tagged with my name, !!smiling!!! at how talented my fans are.

✶  12:00 AM – LIGHTS OUT. i fall asleep in a heap of fluffy blankets, dreaming of my next scene, and how much of myself you’ve left in this strange, beautiful little film.

[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.

[melupii077]

First Blog Entry !! Never done one of these before so I'm not exactly sure how to start this off,, but I am so excited and happy because today a dress I got on Pre-Order a few months ago finally arrived ! And so I want to talk about it and show it to people ! ^^

It's the Confession Balloon x Hatsune Miku Gothic Lolita dress :] I'm not actually into Gothic Lolita,, I'm more drawn towards Sweet and Hime Lolita,, but I love Hatsune Miku so much that when I saw the dress was up for Pre-Order I had to get it !!

I ordered it from 42Lolita which I think will be my go to for purchasing Lolita Wear

I was worried that this dress wouldn't fit me ( I always am when ordering clothes online ) but it fits so well I couldn't be any more happier with it !!

I also got some additional stuff with the Pre-order which I'm super happy about ^^

I can't wait to wear this dress out someday (Definitely with a different wig though,, this one I just put on for photos haha)

Thank you for reading ! <3333

(Originally posted on Spacehey)

[kosomolski-dolls]

My Gem of Doll Ann arrived on Friday and I finally had some mental capacity to unbox her today.

I saw that they offered a dark skin tone, and I immediately fell in love with it. The fullset looked really cool, too, so I caved. I'll surely make a different wig for her for every day look, but i really like the look on her!

I think she'll be a singer.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Combined Six Harmonies Cultivation Method

I've been busy celebrating the end of my intensive Chinese class by binge-watching my way through Fox Spirit Matchmaker. I had planned to go back to posting about my figs right afterwards... but... during a big block of work travel fell into watching Mysterious Lotus Casebook (as excellent as everyone says and then some, highly recommend). After that, I figured I'd be back to posting about my figs. And THEN - well, then Gong Jun started showing up in some absolutely incredible behind-the-scenes-pics in his new role as Su Muyu. Dear reader, I had no choice (none! zero!) but to immediately binge-watch my way through all existing episodes of the Tales of Dark River donghua*, as well as start working my way through Blood of Youth. You understand. I know you do!**

BUT, in the meantime, I've also been slowly and steadily working my way through photographing my figs that continue to arrive in shipment after shipment. I have built up quite the backlog, so I'd better get to posting them!

Today we have Armory figs, from episode 36. These cute chonks commemorate this moment:

We've seen this armory scene before in fig form - quite a long time ago here and much more recently, in a building block version.

I remember watching this scene in shock - I had no idea what was coming. What a gut-wrenching, gorgeous scene. I love every bit of it.

These figs arrived safe and sound in their protective polystyrene box. I have to say I've had (crossing fingers, knock on wood) very good luck with this packing so far. Most figs I've gotten have arrived perfectly intact.

The figs came with the platform base and the figs themselves.

The paper cover peeled off from what turned out to be a sticker. I had thought it was going to be a magnet or something, so I was a bit surprised. The sticker ended up VERY securely sticking to the metal disk - I tried pulling it off to better reposition the top part, but no luck. It was on to stay for good.

As you can see, the metal disk makes it spin. The resin disk isn't perfectly round - it's a little more handmade than precision made, and I didn't stick the sticker on in the most optimal position, so it doesn't spin quite as easily or freely as it might. Which is fine! I'm not going to be playing with it, it's just in my display case.

Here they are! These two little cuties are just finished performing the ritual, and Zhou Zishu has just opened his eyes to see that something very strange has happened to his zhiji's hair...

This is a pretty good angle to see Lao Wen's face - these figs are so tiny and they are so close to each other that it's difficult to actually get their faces in the picture.

We see A-Xu's hair bun here, minus the hairpin of course. I must say I really hoped they managed to pull it out of the door when they left the armory, assuming the avalanche didn't shatter it into a hundred pieces.

This is a nice shot of Lao Wen's guan - very stylized as you can see.

I like how they included the Yin Yang book under their hands.

A-Xu's little shocked face is just too cute. Sorry A-Xu, I know this is a heartbreaking moment for you!

All that white hair. I think everyone will agree with me that no other show has managed to have a white wig quite as beautiful as post-ritual Wen Kexing. They did a gorgeous job of layering a slightly darker grey at the roots and pale grey/white in the rest of it, to give it the most natural looking effect. All the stark white wigs I've been seeing (yes, particularly as I've been watching Blood of Youth) tend to look pretty fake.

You can see the grey disk the figs are on isn't quite perfectly circular. It's not as off-balance as it looks here, some of this is the angle and the shadows, but it's definitely different from the perfect circle of the base.

And we're back around to the front again. These are really tiny figures - I think the fig maker decided to make them a bit smaller so that when you add the podium the entire thing isn't too big.

Here's a comparison between a normal sized fig - our poor A-Xu after he's been rescued from the Tianchuang prison (have I posted about this one? I'll have to check). As you can see, even the combined podium + figs is quite a bit smaller height wise from a regular fig.

Here's the closest I could get my camera to Lao Wen's face - not much of a close-up, but it's the best I could do! You can see his rosy little cheeks. You can also see Gong Jun's beauty mark there right under his eye.

Sheesh it was hard to get a close up of A-Xu's little face. I think the shot we got earlier as I rotated the fig around was better than this one. You can barely see one of Zhang Zhehan's beauty marks - the other one is definitely there, just blurred out due to my phone's inability to focus in.

There's no text on the Yin Yang Book, but it does have some nice fold lines to show where it would fold back up.

Ah, here's the best angle to show the almost-a-perfect-circle-but-not-quite of the top disk.

No fig card or box art for this one, which is too bad, it would have been awfully cute!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: (+2) 523

Scene Count: (+1) 37

Rating: It's ok guys, it's all going to be alright!!!

[link to the Master Post Index]

*I have been enjoying the Tales of Dark River donghua quite a bit. After I post this, I'm going to watch the Tuesday night drop of episode 26, tantalizingly tension-titled Trouble Brewing. Bring it on!

**I mean, you can totally understand why I got distracted from my blog posts:

I like this pic a lot, I've definitely seen this sword formation in the donghua many times!

Alright, alright, I'll stop. I love the costuming in this. I'm so excited!

[jamies-latex-lust]

Stepping Out With Stepmother

As his bus finally reached its stop, Steve made a mental note to get here early next year. Mother's Day weekend had caused the traffic to be backed up, doubtlessly due to all the people taking their mothers out that year. It would take another hour until he reached his stepmother's house.

Fortunately for him, Steve got there before dark. Unfortunately, he arrived late in the evening. After he knocked several times, his stepmother, Monica, finally answered.

"Steve," Monica said, smiling widely. "Please, come in."

Steve entered the house and the two made their way to the living room.

"This is a surprise," Monica said. "What brings you here?"

"Well, I had been planning to take you out for Mother's Day dinner, but the traffic was terrible," Steve explained.

"Oh, you didn't have to," Monica said. "After all, I'm not your real mother, and your father and I divorced last year."

"All the more reason for me to be here today," Steve said. "You shouldn't be alone the first Mother's Day without Dad."

"You're so sweet," Monica said. "Tell you what. You can stay here overnight and tomorrow we'll have a day out, just the two of us."

"As long as you're okay with that," Steve said.

"More than okay," Monica said. "I'm looking forward to it."

The two talked for awhile after that, before Monica made up the guest room and Steve went to bed.

As he slept, Steve dreamt of when he first met Monica. He had seen her around town before, but he'd been quite shocked when his father brought her home to meet his son. Steve himself had recently turned 18 and was finishing up high school. Monica had actually been closer to his age than his father's.

The two were engaged in no time, and Steve's friends were quick to mock him for it. His father was marrying a smoking hot babe, and Steve wouldn't even be around long enough to take in his stepmother's beauty.

The divorce last year hadn't been that surprising. Again, Monica was closer to Steve's age, so plenty of people knew his father would be tossed to the wayside after a time. Some even guessed that she was a gold digger who'd been out for money. While Steve's father wasn't rich, Monica had gotten a large amount of money from the divorce, which showed in her new life.

Steve woke up later than expected the next day. He had left his house early the previous day, hoping to get to Monica's house by noon, but the world had different plans for him. Thankfully, it was still fairly early when Monica knocked on his door.

"Steve, wake up," she called from the other side of the door. "It's time to get ready. We'll be going to breakfast soon."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve said.

Steve quickly washed up in the shower. Monica only had soap and shampoo meant for women, but he could put up with smelling a little feminine. At least for today.

Once he was finished, Steve went to the living room, where Monica was waiting for him.

"Whoa!" Steve said, stunned.

Monica was standing in front of him in a red, double-breasted suit with matching skirt and heels. Her hair had been combed to perfection and swept over her one shoulder. Her red lips, matching her suit, complimented her beauty.

"Why, thank you," Monica said, flashing a smile which sent Steve's heart fluttering.

"Now I feel underdressed," Steve admitted.

"I'm actually glad you bring that up, darling," Monica said. "I was hoping I could ask a little favor."

"Anything," Steve said.

Monica's smile went from somewhat seductive to mischievous at the response.

An hour later and Steve was now staring at himself in the mirror. He had a wig placed on him and was in a fuchsia version of Monica's suit. Monica had done his makeup, which surprisingly worked in making him look like a woman. The open toe shoes helped create the image of a woman.

"I've always wanted my own daughter," Monica confessed. "And now, I get to see what it would be like."

"I know I said I'd do anything, but..." Steve started, only to be silenced by Monica's finger on his lips.

"You sound too much like a man," Monica said. "You said you'd do anything, so please, let me have this Mommy-Daughter Day."

Steve sighed and said, in his best feminine voice, "Yes, Mother."

"Good girl," Monica said, giving Steve a pat on the head. "Now first, we'll go to get your makeup professionally done. After that, we'll have a little breakfast at this cafe I know and then we can head to the spa."

The beauty parlor had been fairly humiliating for Steve. Monica was complimented for how perfect she already looked, but Steve was told "her" makeup needed work. For whatever it was worth, he did think the beautician had done an even better job than Monica had.

The two had arrived at a small, quaint little cafe and sat down for a small meal. The waitress, when bringing their food, noticed the hair on Steve's chest and wrists.

"She's been a touch under the weather recently," Monica said. "The medicine threw her hormones out of order. We're going to the spa after this to get her taken care of."

Steve blushed and looked down. The waitress was cute. If he hadn't been dressed as a woman, he would've asked her out.

"I'm so sorry," the waitress said. "Good luck at the spa. I hope it makes you feel better."

Steve looked down further.

"Say 'thank you', dear," Monica ordered.

"Thank you," Steve said.

The waitress smiled and walked off.

"And thank you, sweetie," Monica said, as she sipped her tea. "I always wondered how it would feel to embarrass my daughter."

"You're... You're welcome," Steve said, blushing deeper.

Once done, the two had arrived at a spa where Monica fed the same lie to the staff about why her "daughter" needed a waxing. Monica sat by as Steve had his legs, arms and chest waxed, almost enjoying the pained expression on his face as the hair was ripped out of him.

"It's okay," Monica said, cradling Steve in her arms. "I've booked us a mud bath. That should help the pain."

"Thank you again, Mother," Steve said, his voice now sounding more feminine.

Monica lifted his face so he could stare into her eyes, awestruck, as she said, "Now you know the pain women go through to look beautiful."

"You're right," Steve said in a stunned monotone. "You are so strong."

"As long as you realize that," Monica said, before smiling. "After our mud bath, I'll order us both massages. And since you're being such an amazing daughter, i might even request a lovely young lady for you."

The mud bath, as it turned out, was exactly what Steve needed. He wasn't sure if it was actually helping his pain or if it was mind over matter, but he would believe anything Monica told him.

As he stared at his stepmother, who was lifting one of her long legs out of the mud to run her hands down it, Steve couldn't lie to himself anymore. He was attracted to her.

When he was younger, he would always steal glimpses of her as she walked past his room, and he'd fantasize about her slipping into his room and seducing him, but he had hid those feelings away once she married his father. But now? He would at least enjoy the sight while he was here.

Monica noticed him staring and asked, "Where's wrong?"

"Oh, uh, I'm just wondering if there's anything I'm supposed to be doing," Steve replies, embarrassed.

"Just let the bath do it's job," Monica said. "When you're done, you'll feel completely transformed. Like a whole new you has taken over."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve said.

Steve truly did feel refreshed after the bath, and now was laying across a massage table across from Monica. As a man and woman, the masseurs, walked in, Monica's eyes lit up. She licked her lips hungrily as she eyed the man.

"Mama like," Monica whispered under her breath.

Steve took a look at the man. He was around the same age as Steve himself, but that's where the similarities ended. He was far more masculine than Steve was, even if he wasn't being treated as a woman currently.

His attention them turned to the woman. She was absolutely beautiful. Steve swallowed hard as he tried not to let his body betray his appearance.

Steve couldn't help but feel ashamed as the massage started. As the male masseur worked on Monica, she was moaning in pleasure. He knew that he could never make a woman feel that good. Not only that, but the beautiful masseuse working in his back would laugh if she knew he was a guy asked by his stepmother to pretend to be her daughter for a day.

"This feels so niiiiiice," Monica sighed, looking to Steve with a satisfied smile. "Don't you agree, baby?"

"Yes, Mother," Steve said.

"You feel really tight," the masseuse said. "You must not get to relax much, ma'am."

"Oh, uh, yes," Steve said.

After he two enjoyed their massages, or, rather, Monica enjoyed her massage while Steve tried enjoying it, they were now laying back in chairs.

"What should we do next, Mother?" Steve asked.

"Hmm, give me a couple minutes to scope things out," Monica said. "I very much enjoyed that young man rubbing me across my body. The only thing that would've made it better would be if I got my hands on him. Mmmm."

Steve blushed as Monica bit her finger, until she noticed the look on her "daughter's" face.

"What's the matter, darling?" She asked, before realization struck. "Oh, don't worry. I know you were attracted to that lovely young lady massaging you. I know you think she probably isn't into you either, but don't be so hard on yourself. You're quite the catch yourself."

"You think so?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yes, dear!" Monica said. "The only problem is, she might not be into women."

Steve's face sunk, causing Monica to smile mischievously.

"But if she doesn't, I could introduce her to this handsome young man I know named Steve," Monica said.

Steve's face lit back up.

"Thank you, Mother," Steve said. "I'm so grateful for you."

"Of course you are, sweetheart," Monica said. "Most going ladies wish they could have a mother like me."

The next few hours were spent with Monica and Steve getting pampered however Monica wished. Mani-Pedis, facials, hair care. By the time the two left, Steve saw himself in a body mirror and smiled. He looked like a truly beautiful woman. It was odd, but he was a little attracted to himself.

However, as men and women stared at the beautiful young lady in the purple suit out with her mother in an identical red suit, Steve found himself blush ing in embarrassment.

"Don't be so shy," Monica said. "You're a lovely young woman. You should own it."

"You really think?" Steve asked.

"Of course," Monica said. "I'd never lie to my daughter."

To finish their day, Monica and Steve picked up for, before heading back to Monica's house.

Once the two had finished, they sat on a couch together, staring out at Monica's backyard.

"This day has been absolutely fantastic," Monica said with a sigh of contentment. "You've truly made me feel like a mother being spoiled by her daughter for Mother's Day."

"I actually had a good time myself," Steve admitted. "Even if I was dressed as a girl the entire time."

Monica smirked in an almost perverted way and asked, "How did you enjoy wearing my clothes? Could you feel the heat from my body when you first put my suit on?"

"What?" Steve stammered.

"Oh, don't act all embarrassed," Monica said. "I know you enjoyed it, and enjoyed dressing like a fine young lady for me."

Steve couldn't answer, only gulp as Monica grabbed him and pushed him onto the couch, positioning herself above him.

"I always knew you were attracted to me," Monica confessed. "That's the real reason you stopped by, isn't it? You wanted to come and see your old crush."

"I- I-" Steve lost the feminine voice he'd been using and reverted to his team voice. "But you're my dad's..."

"Ex," Monica said bluntly. "I only married him to be spoiled before I took him for everything he had. There's no reason for you to be against this."

Before Steve could admit she was right, Monica saw it in his eyes, he had agreed with her, and held his head as she began kissing him. Steve laid there, mentally melting for Monica as her lips pressed hard against his and her hands held him in her grasp.

"I was never physically attracted to your father," Monica said after her lips parted from Steve's. "But you? You had this cute look to you. The only problem was you didn't make a handsome guy. But as a young lady? You're beautiful."

"Thank you, I'm honored," Steve said, slipping back into his feminine voice.

"I want you to stay here with me, as my good little girl, doing everything I tell you to," Monica commanded. "I'll teach you to be a fine young lady, maybe introduce you to some of my girl friends, and when I bring a guy home, you can please him too."

"Why that last part?" Steve asked hesitantly.

"You don't think you can satisfy me, do you?" Monica asked, a seductively cruel smile dancing on her lips. "But I do want you as eye candy. After all, isn't that fair, with how many times you and your friends ogled me?"

"Do... Do you want me to give you their numbers?" Steve asked, his tone making it clear he was ready to do so.

"Perhaps one of these days," Monica said. "But I've got my eyes on a couple other guys first. And after I seduce them, I'll bring them back from our date, and you'll give them whatever they want."

As Steve imagined what that would be like, Monica leaned closer to Steve's ear and whispered, "Because of you make me very happy, I might let you help me have a real daughter, and you don't want one of those guys to do it first, do you?"

"No, ma'am," Steve said, shaking his head obediently.

"Good," Monica said, grabbing Steve's head again. "I have so much to teach you. I imagine it'll feel like a real mother, bringing her daughter into the world of womanhood. I can't wait to get to feminizing you."

"I thought I already was," Steve said.

"Oh, sweetie," Monica said in a flirtatious tone. "This is just the start. This is a rough draft. Wait until you see the final version of yourself."

As his body reminded him of his manhood, Steve smiled, eagerly waiting for Monica to feminize him so he could please and satisfy her any way she asked. Steve moved in with Monica the next day.

Weeks passed. Weeks filled with many changes for the sissy who'd once been Monica's stepson. But after all the teaching, training, cosmetic work and shopping, Monica felt she had earned the date she just went on.

As she and her date, the masseur from the spa, entered her house, Monica stared into his eyes.

"I had a wonderful night tonight," Monica said.

"Me too, ma'am," the masseur said. "How about we keep it going in the bedroom?"

Monica smiled a truly lustful smile and said, "You know exactly how to charm a lady. But would you be opposed to someone joining us?"

"A friend of yours?" The masseur asked.

"Someone like that," Monica said. "She's the daughter of a friend of mine, but she's living with me now."

"As long as she's okay with it," the masseur, who'd been completely seduced by Monica, said.

"Stacy, come here, darling!" Monica called.

A young woman walked down the stairs in a stylish blouse and shiny leather pants.

"Yes, Mommy?" Stacy asked.

"My date, this handsome young man here, was hoping for some fun," Monica explained.

The masseur stared in shock at the young woman in front of him.

"A beauty, isn't she?" Monica asked, walking over to Stacy. "I've put a lot of work into her. Finding a top that fit her while still looking refined. Pants that perfectly hug that tight tush of hers."

Monica turned Stacy to get and gave her a kiss, before turning the young woman to the masseur. Monica grabbed Stacy's face and pointed her fingernails at her lips.

"And we can't forget these lovely, plump lips," Monica said. "I can't begin to tell you how good they feel when you kiss them. One of the reasons she calls me Mommy is because of how I basically remade her from the ground up. Of course, that's not the only reason."

Stacy couldn't be bothered to listen as Monica talked about how she dominated the young woman. Instead, she could only stare absently and drool at the thoughts running through her head.

Thanks to Monica's training, Stacy now liked the thought of pleasing the men Monica brought back, and Monica herself, naturally. The kiss Monica had planted on her was enough to make her shudder in lust even after all these weeks. But the thought that most captivated her was the thought of one day having a daughter with Monica.

"Stacy, darling, what do you say you give my date a taste of what he's in for and..." Monica stopped briefly to chuckle. "...get a taste of him too?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Stacy cried happily, getting on her knees.

- SISSIFIED BY SUITS, MAY 2024

[Sorry this is a couple weeks after Mother's Day. I wanted to submit it sooner, but couldn't get it done until now.]