#tw revealing clothing

[cotton-ii-creme]

ꗃ logging on... loading..... ❀ oak is online !! ❀ ╰┈➤ drew my character Kei, though im censoring the picture due to the frustrating fact that some people associate revealing clothing with NSFW content... click keep reading if you want to see the image + character lore, scroll past if not interested

Kei (she/her) is a subspecies of succubi, called Furorians. she lives and spends her time in the castle with her twin brother, Kai and her father, Moonblind. She's 25 years old and is a future teller. some people believe she's faking, but her abilities are very true and very real. She has 5 eyes, two below her main and one under the headress/crown she wears. Moonblind's kingdom is located in a hot desert area, which is why they wear revealing clothing and such. Moonblind is also their only parent. I've been making this universe for 6+ years omfg and im still not done.

shes hot <3

[junkkey]

Lil sketch of a shining star🌟

Fast belong to @aninonimosstuff-blog

(sorry my sketch book got wet by rain)

[theloveinc]

two took edibles now all I can think about is you being takiishi’s little drug obsessed housewife that wanders around his home and annoys the crap out of Endo for taking up so much of Chika’s weird affection even tho you’re too spacey to acknowledge it fully

[cosmicourple]

Hermes in your Whore man au watching Odysseus: I don’t know why you’re like this but I support you nonetheless, you wanna wear some sexy clothes great grandson?

REALEST HERMES REACTION 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hermes would DEF gift Whore! Ody’ suggestive & / or sexy clothes + other ‘stuff’ & encourage dem from the sidelines as they get the ‘fun time for everyone’ started~ !

[odd-underscore-soul]

Trixie dump!!

Xenxi (first pic) belongs to @xenxistar :)

not sure who the og artist is for the hello kitty outfit, if anyone knows i’ll credit them!!

[dustofthedailylife]

I just bought a new sundress and I feel so cute wearing it 🥺

It's rare for me to feel confident in summer clothes so this feels refreshing!

Might post a pic at some point if I feel comfy enough to share it. I also look a bit poopy rn because period is period'ing

[battle-subway-ghost]

What's up with the Boarded up Windows?

[caityrose]

First drawing of them in my new sketchbook :]

The rest of the page, except it's not them:

*(Tw: revealing fits, some scars)

[anti-socialexperiment]

The meat upon my plate, I had realized too late

The deliciousness was actually raw.

Should’ve known as when I had to cut

It was like I had to CLAW.

But I ate too much by now, so I might as well chow down

and let karma catch up to me

Resting on the couch, mucus in my mouth

Saliva tastes bitter sweet..

(I HAD TO LAY ON MY SIDE

DRIPPING NOSE PIPES

I’D LIE

BUT THE SPIDERS ENTER MY MOUTH WHEN I SLEEP

OH TO BE

HEALED BY TEA

MY STOMACH FEELS LIKE IT’S EATING ITSELF FOR ME!

BELIEVE, DO YOU BELIEVE?

HERE, I’M COUGHING FOR YOU TO SEE

POISONED BOY, ON STAGE FOR ALL TO SEE!)

[veryfrickingqueer]

the AUDACITY to claim someone else is sexist by simulately bringing one of the most sexist things as a justification is so UNBELIEVABLE

yes i just got victim of a sexist comment and yes this happens daily and yes I should just stop having expectations that someone might not even be a little bit sexist but i can't help being a little hopeful.

background: some dude just said to me "he only likes you because you're alway wearing short clothing, he's just sexist like that" which a) is in itself a fucking sexist comment and b) is a fucking stupid assumption about someone who I'd die for and who absolutely doesn not like me only because i wear short clothing but for an equally stupid reason, namely because we both are metal fans.

[ladyinbl00d]

brooooo augh shes so majestic

Kate Moss for Alexander McQueen ss98

[zombieplaguedoc]

TW: Discussion Of Possible Religious Trauma

Being indoctrinated with toxic views and thinking growing up in a cult counts as religious trauma, right? Or does that not count?

Antis pls dni, this is not aimed at you

[reikane-enthusiast]

here’s a moodboard I have made for an art.. feeling very inspired :3

[cupcakedieabetes]

DPXDC Prompt: Speedrunning romance Part 1

TW: Decapitation, Joker's death

Jason was being held hostage by the Joker. He immediately wanted to kill him, but currently, he was in his civilian form, and he hated he couldn’t act on his urges.

The dude beside him who was kidnapped as well by accident bc some goons who weren’t aware that his identity as Jason Todd had been brought back from the dead thought that the twink was Jason Todd rather than a tank looking man.

Right now, the guy was being suicidal, taunting the Joker by saying that "he isn't a clown bc at least clowns are funny! Meanwhile, you're just a joke!"

He insulted, taunted and joked around, but then Jason noticed he tried to keep the attention on himself and not Jason, the 'main dish'.

Then, the guy taunted Joker even more by revealing that he removed his handcuffs and playing around with it.

Having enough, Joker lunged at the guy, infuriated, especially since he was being humilated live.

The guy, not expected it, stepped backwards and tripped on his chair. And along the way, accidentally decapitated the Joker that way.

It was unbelievably dumb and something you wouldn’t expect at all.

The guy reached out towards Joker, like he was scrambling to find balance as he tripped back on the chair. He fell backwards, his hands pulling on Joker's head while his feet were pushing Joker's body, accidentally severing Joker's head from his body.

Everyone in the warehouse and those watching live pause in disbelief. Not able to react.

The dude got up sheepishly, only to realise he was holding a head. He stared at the head, then the body, then the body.

"Uhhh...." He stammered before helping Jason out of his confines and handed him the head.

"For you?" The guy said, as if he doesn't even know why he was handing a random guy someone's decapitated head.

Jason clutched the head to his chest like a maiden clutching flowers given to her. He ignored the blood staining his clothes bc the blood only made it all real.

His nightmare had finally come to an end, and Joker died a humiliating death. Even B couldn't blame him for the absolute accidental death.

"Marry me." He breathed out.

The response he got was a pretty red face and sputtering by the guy.

Happy New Years Everyone! Hope everyone is having fun!

[aireia]

LOVE... YOU'RE DRUNK. — In which Jing Yuan decides to ask you to marry him while he's drunk out of his mind.

tw/cw: gn! reader, drinking/ alcohol consumption, mild crack, overall so fluffy my teeth are rotting. Beta read? What's that? OOC.

note: Rewritten// reposted from my old account (@ rrxaiky)

“Marry me.” 

“Jing Yuan, love, you’re drunk,” you sighed, taking a small sip of the drink you had ordered. Your lover had one of your hands trapped between his own, and had asked you to marry him with full confidence in his voice. When you opened your eyes to look at him again, you could see the sadness in his eyes, feeling rejected… Before you even rejected him. He let out a yawn and placed his head on your shoulder, letting go of your arms before he circled his own around your waist.

“Look, Yuan- I’m not saying I don’t want to marry you, but you’re not in your right mind right now, so let’s talk about it in the morning, yea?” you gently pulled away from him, carefully setting your drink down before patting his head and ruffling his hair. 

Jing Yuan, however, didn’t seem too happy with your response. He placed his hand on his chest, and dramatically sighed. “You’re quite a cruel lover, my dear. Tell me,” he slurred into your ear, his tiredness slowly getting to him. “Would you marry me if I weren’t drunk?” You spared him a glance and noticed his now half lidded eyes, usually a sign he was about to fall asleep on you and make it your problem.

You pretended to think for a while before responding. “Maybe.” Your response made him frown a little, which earned a chuckle from you. “Okay, okay, fine, I will. Let’s go home,” you added, not wanting this conversation to last until the effects of alcohol wore off. You quickly finished your drink and paid your tabs off before half dragging him out of the bar.

Back in the comfort of your shared home, you sat Jing Yuan down on the bed before changing him into more comfortable clothes– While silently cursing him for one, being drunk, and two, being uncooperative and trying to drag you down and fall asleep right then and there. He’d fallen asleep sitting up by the time you finished, so you laid him down on the bed and covered him with a blanket, chuckling to yourself when he reached over to your side of the bed, a few creases appearing on his forehead when he realised you weren’t beside him.

You headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower before you finally joined him in bed, where he happily pulled you closer the moment you laid down. You felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier as you brushed your hands through Jing Yuan’s soft locks. 

Just before you fell asleep, you gave your words another thought. Were your words technically an affirmation to him that you’d marry him if he proposed? Okay… Now that you think about it, it was probably best to also leave that thought for tomorrow. Sure, the two of you had been talking about getting engaged, but it’s past midnight, and you just don’t have the energy to think.

Or, not.

“Yuan..?” You mumbled as your eyes fluttered open when you felt something on your hand. Once you adjusted your vision, you could see Jing Yuan holding your hand up to his lips, gently pressing his lips onto your ring finger. He was kissing the promise ring he’d gotten you a while ago, only leaning down to kiss you good morning when he realised you were awake. 

You sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as Jing Yuan pulled you into his lap, placing his head on your shoulder once again. He held your hand up for you to stare at the pretty band on your finger.

“You said you’d accept if I proposed when I weren’t drunk,” he said, stretching a little before he leaned over to grab something. He then held the box up beside your hand and opened it, revealing a pair of engagement rings.

“So, may I have your hand in marriage, dearest?” He let go of your hand and let it wrap around your waist, bringing your back closer to his chest.

This man was going to be the death of you, you swear. 

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

[youryanderedaddy]

can you write gentle yandere taking their darling for the first time vs mean sadistic yandere taking them for the first time?

Btw I love ur work 💖💘💗

tw: female reader, non - con, kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, sadism, degradation, slut - shaming

Gentle ~

You know the type of guy I'm talking about. Big and buff, dark - haired, cries a lot. Watches romance movies in his free time and actually calls his mother even outside of the holiday season. Wears slutty little black fitted shirts after working out and brings you smoothies after work. He smiles and blushes. The man is a massive loser with an undying passion for anything nerdy, be it dragons, board games, collecting marks. Who would really expect this poor soul to hurt even a fly?

But he does.

It doesn't happen until months after he's taken you in. Most of the time he's being the perfect gentleman (aside from literally keeping you captive) - he cooks for you, brings you roses and chocolates (even when you throw them away or tear the petals from the flowers), cleans and doesn't make you lift a finger. He reads you poetry until your ears bleed. He tells you he loves you one hundred times a day and seemingly doesn't care about your snorts or the way you roll your eyes and push him away, already so used to your living situation you can't even find it in yourself to be scared. You think he's harmless - as harmless as a lovesick puppy.

But then one night he comes home, an unusual frown on his otherwise soft face. There is a certain type of madness in his hazel eyes. They are still so very soft and adoring, he still sees you as a Goddess in need of worship... but there is also something dark and muddy. Something possessive.

Your captor kisses you on the cheek and that much is granted - he does it every day, along with shouting "Honey, I'm home" at the door. He hugs you - tight. Tighter than ever before, it feels as if the man is trying to crush you in a suffocating embrace, like he wants to swallow you whole within his arms. For the first time you realise just how muscular he is - how much stronger he is. And then he picks you up like a blushing bride and leaves a quick peck on your forehead before taking you to the bedroom and carefully laying you down.

He doesn't give you time to ask questions - as soon as he steps a foot in your shared room, he's already tearing apart his clothes, revealing his ripped form.

"See anything you like, sweetness?" the man asks you, rubbing his hands together as he towers over you, caging you between two beefy arms. You stay silent for a moment, mouth agape at the suddenness of it all - you have never seen him like this. He starts caressing your cheeks and slowly moves down, and that's when it finally settles in your mind. You need to act quickly.

"Stop." you say authoritatively, just like you have done so many times before, praying it would work like it had in the past. But not now. This time he simply shakes his head, a crazed smile playing on his lips as he lowers his head and kisses your neck softly, lovingly. It's terrifying. You're not used to this. You don't know how to react. "Baby, I can't hold it in anymore." Your captor whispers, head resting against your shoulder, voice low and desperate - almost whiny.

"I really tried." he swallows thickly. "I swear. I tried cold showers a-and thinking about bad things but..." he bites his lip, staring at you. You look so small and helpless and, God, he respects you, he really does, but he can't help the way his crotch twitches and his pants tighten as he watches you squirm and tremble, oh-so-small and panicky, defenceless little hands scratching at his arms, but failing to make him budge.

"But every time I come home all pent up and annoyed after dealing with bastards all day, all I want is to bend you over," he continues after moving a lock of your hair out of the way so he can whisper directly into your naked ear. "And fuck-”, he says as he pins your hands to the bed frame, enjoying seeing you wiggle and pant. "The shit-" he can feel your heart beat faster and faster as your whole body gets warmer. It's awfully intimate. "Out of-" he's so excited now that he grabs your hips rather roughly, and ruts against your core, whimpering as his crotch rubs all over your clothed slit. "you".

He growls, now more akin to a lion or a bear than to a human.

He tries to enter you slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you, but the moment your tight velvety walls wrap around his hard throbbing length, he’s reduced to a feral whimpering mess, shoving at you in short sloppy thrusts, completely pussy - drunk. He lasts less than five minutes before he pulls out and cums all over your stomach, watching in fascination as his seed marks you. He slams his lips against yours, swallowing your hushed protests as he murmurs “Mine” over and over again, gripping your hips closer when he feels you pulling away.

Once his brain has cleared enough to be able to think properly he helps you clean up, touching you so gently you wonder if this wild, brutish side he exhibited was all but a dream. But it’s still very much there, barely contained under the surface - and one single moment of freedom and passion is enough to open Pandora's box. 

After that night he feels a lot more comfortable with touching you, for better or worse. 

Mean ~

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to your ‘new life’ before he basically pounces on you like a predator. To be completely honest, he’s wanted to fuck you within inches of your life since the time he first saw you - the only thing keeping him at bay for a while were the countless pretty pictures he had of you naked and writhing in your own bed in the comfort of your home that all the secret cameras he had installed managed to capture.

Before he used to treat your home footage like his own personal cam - girl show; sometimes he would wait to leave work, jerking all over your face on his screen the moment he gets home. Other times he wasn’t so patient, and he had to sneak off to the restroom any time a thought about you occurred, stroking himself to completion as he blasted his recordings of your quiet moans on his headphones.

But now you’re here in the flesh - the real thing, tied so tight you can’t move an inch, trembling all over just like a bunny caught in a trap by the hunter. He wants you completely immobilised - he’s waited ages for this moment and he wants absolutely no distractions getting in the way of him finally taking his price.

You sob pitifully, your mouth the only part of your body left uncovered, and you try to plead with him desperately. You promise him money, influence, anything he wants - whatever would be able to get you out of this hellish predicament. You even offer to give him a blowjob - which he simply sneers at, grabbing a fistfull of your hair. 

“Oh, doll, the night is still young. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He looks possessed, ready to feast on your flesh. You shiver, curling into yourself as much as possible - but he pulls your legs on both sides of his thighs, his hands seeming grand across your rickety ankles. “You’ll get your chance to choke on this cock soon enough.” He grabs his bulge crudely, massaging it through his thick stained grey pants. “Right now all I want is to see this cute little pussy stretched on my meat and those pretty tits bouncing in the air as I slap them red.”

It really doesn’t matter if you’re a virgin or not, you’re getting brutalised either way - although his comments would be different.

If you’re a virgin, he’s making sure you get the whole of his length in one - there is something terribly amusing about the toe - curling scream you let out as his cock tears you apart, something borderline pornographic in the way your brows twist and your nostrils flare, lips shut tight as to not give him the pleasure of hearing your pain out loud. But it’s obvious, and he wants you to know that he enjoys it through and through - licking your tears and the sweat off your neck, pinching at your thighs, your breasts, your stomach; whatever makes you cry the most. 

If you’re not a virgin, he still finds a way to get his fun out of you. 

“I don’t feel you clenching on me, you little slut.” He smacks your cheek with little force behind it - it’s not meant to hurt you, but to humiliate you and drive his point across. “Did you have a fucking train ran on you? I should have known you’d be a filthy whore.” He bites at your lower lip, pulling at it until he hears you whine pitifully - leaving his mark on you. “Should’a known with these cocksucking lips of yours, and ngh-” He sinks into you, voice breaking once the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix. “And t-those slutty hips, shit, keep squeezing me just like that, n-ngh, I am going to ruin you all over again!”

He fucks you for who knows how long - when he’s finally satisfied, the sun is already up and you’re drenched in sweat and cum. There isn’t a single part of your body that doesn’t ache.

He leaves you there, snickering at the sight of your empty stare fixed on the ceiling - only reaching to untie you and cuff your ankle to the bed frame instead. You weakly raise an eyebrow in question.

“Stay here until I come back, okay?” He grins with malice, caressing your wet matted hair. “Hah, not that you can really go anywhere.”