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Cock in a Gloryhole - Ellie x reader

𝜗𝜚 Author’s notes ✦ public sex, reader deepthroating Ellie’s cock (strap-on), Ellie cums untouched, Ellie yearns for readers lips, very hyper-sexual descriptions. Ellie’s strap is almost exclusively referred to as a cock/dick/etc, pining, missed connection. This is a filthy fic.

Ellie’s a slutty gay and very judgmental.

!!! [please help palestine] !!!

kisses u. ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡.

Ellie slid her converse off of the toilet handle. The brazen girl fished for her pants’ zipper. She held her cock in one hand, and fought with the zipper with the other. The cheap metal wasn’t fastening over the straps on her hips, it was catching on her harness. “Jesus fuck. Now? Seriously?”

She rolled her eyes and smoothed her bangs down. After a few beats, the bored brunette circled the stall, then slumping against the chipped navy door. Cock in hand, balls barely zipped up. She chuckled to herself, there was probably some stupid fucking metaphor for that out there somehwere. She wasn’t going to step out like that, with the veins of her dick saying “hi” over her half zipped pants? Fuck. No. It wasn’t in the cards. But the zip wasn’t budging. Ellie felt a scowl forming; The kid was pissed. She didn’t have time for this, not now. Not when there was a gorgeous service teller at the center that she’d been mentally undressing for the better part of her visit. A woman who belonged on her knees, in front of Ellie. A woman with the perfect mouth to suck dick clean. Ellie toe’d her converses on the dirty grout lines hatch marked across the tile floor. The repetition of it lulled her into a meditation as she contemplated how to escape this awkward mess she somehow tripped headfirst into. Getting into awkward shit like this was her forté, but the benefits of packing far outweighed the headaches.

The stall next to her swung open, the clacking heels were rhythmic and sharp. Feminine little steps. A woman sat down, and did her business as she hummed. Ellie scaled her eyes along the bathroom wall that separated her and the lady. The wall was grotty. Old and well worn from years of servicing and decades of business. The maintenance was abysmal on its best day, and it made for a pleasant surprise when Ellie’s eyes zero’d in on the hole carved out haphazardly. There were still pieces of drywall sticking out past the lament of duck tape all around the hole. Ellie chuckled grimily, just high enough that the woman paused her rustling once the realization that she wasn’t alone had settled. The prick-fucking developers who were responsible for this project definitely forgot to remodel this bathrooms stalls’ when they added a new male bathroom to the bottom floor of the building. The little glory hole had a glaring missing chunk of ‘wall’ from its separation of the two stalls, and it’d had that for years from the looks of it. It had a bunch of old thin splinters of amber oak and drywall sticking out. The eyesore pointed to the empty hole like a pair of flashing neon arrows pointing to a seedy Las Vegas strip club.

Ellie doubted it got used much, if at all. If any of the prissy women who sat down to release themselves understood why there was a giant fucking hole the size of a two baseballs stacked vertically in their bathroom stall. Nah, Ellie mused. They definitely just kept their gaze straight ahead if they noticed anything amiss. A prim attempt at respecting the other woman’s privacy. Except, the irony was in the fact that, the point of that hole carved in the wall, the hole yelling “FUCK ME,” was to trample all over another stranger’s privacy. To proclaim yourself a king with a heavy cock and see if they’d submit to it.

Ellie stroked her cock, squeezing the base then working her way to the tip, warming it up in her hands. She unzipped the rest of her pants, and let the balls spring free. The balls dropped a little past the zipper, it took the edge off the pressure in her leather jeans. Mmm, now this felt right.

She took a tentative step forward, debating her next step. But then she rolled her anxiety off her back. Undulating those fast twitch muscles that lined her back to stretch and warm, to relax. It wasn’t that serious. Call it “part of the plot,” call it whatever you want. But what Ellie wanted to do was going to be insanely amusing. She needed the amusement if she was gonna be stuck here until her zipper decided to cooperate. Ellie’s converses padded to the wall, it’s toe box lined up with the bottom of it. Nosing against the edge. She lined up her cock with the glory hole and slowly fed the hole inches of her cock, until she bottomed out and her balls were trapped between her hairy pelvis and the wall. She held her breath. Her palms scaled the wall. The woman on the other side gasped, Ellie could only imagine how she clutched her hand to her chest and scrambled to pull her bag up over her shoulder. Ready to run to building security and report the “creep” in the ladies bathroom stall. The creep was Elizabeth “I <3 pussy” Williams with her cock fucking a glory hole. This would make for a hilarious prank to joke about with Jessie later. Jesse would think Ellie was bustin’ his balls, making up some new lie to fuck with his head. And she’d revel in the way his face would drain of colour once he realized she wasn’t.

Ellie grasped the base of her cock and lifted it up a little bit, practically taunting “yoohoo!” With the motion. Letting her heavy shaft say “hi” to the poor woman who was facing it head-on. She grinned again, and prepared herself to tuck her dick back in her pants like a good boy and behave.

But then she heard clothes rustling, and the tug she felt on her harness made her eyes fly open. Her heart rate picked up. Blood was rushing in Ellie’s head. She didn’t actually expect a sweet lady to open up her lips and suck her off. But the eager lips on the other side, started sucking her cockhead before she could process it. The woman bubbled saliva onto Ellie’s tip to aid in the lubrication. Then the lady sucked Ellie’s fat cock in all the way to the hilt, until her nose bumped the soft skin shove Ellie’s groin. All that could be seen were puffy red lips and the tip of the girl's nose. But it made Ellie fucking sprung. Her mind was clouded with raging lust as the moans of “…fuck baby..” whimpered from Ellie’s lips. The rest of the sentence would’ve concluded with “…I didn’t expect you to actually blow me.” If Ellie could think straight.

The girl on the other side of the stall was enthusiastic to have cock in her mouth. She was sucking up and down Ellie’s full length. Using her sloppy saliva to help her lips slide up and down the length. Ellie shoved her pelvis into the wall until both of her hip bones were bruised and beat grinding against the wall. She was greedy to feel more suction. Ellie’s chubby cock had a puffy head, and a fat veiny shaft. Her cock was the color of obsidian, just like Ellie’s harness. And her wrinkly fat balls held her squishy testes. The ones she forced all girls to palm for reality’s sake. For all intents and purposes; this was Ellie’s fucking cock. And so she could feel it when the woman on the other side gagged on her dick so eagerly, it was as if she was desperate for Ellie to paint her throat in warm cum.

Ellie started moaning the more she heard the woman on the other side gag on her. She could just imagine the way her dick was creating an imprint in her throat, sliding down and bulging. Ellie was large, she’d seen her do that to a girl before. She couldn’t help but whimper at the image of a sweet girl impaling her dainty throat around Ellie’s thick piece, in a seedy business bathroom. God what a beautiful fucking piece of ass must on the other side of the stall. A girl with the lips of a killer, sloppy and greedy. Hungry to suck off a creep. Probably with a perfect vagina to match; a hole just as sloppy, just as greedy. A hole only fit for a King to thrust into. Good thing Ellie thought of herself as a King too. Ellie decided, as she watched your red lips deepthroat her length, that the very moment the girl on her knees was done digging her tongue into Ellie’s cock slit, she’d knock down the door of the stall you were in, and ram into your glossy pussy over the toilet. You would coat Ellie’s cock in the sticky saliva held inside your puffy little hole too. Two sets of lips for Ellie to abuse.

Ellie bit her fist to prevent herself from choking out a moan. God. You popped your lips off, and stroked up Ellie’s dick with your little fist. Up and down and up and down, before you put it back in your mouth to deepthroat one more time. You wanted to nose against the pale girl's skin again, feel her bush tickle the tip of your nose. Smell the soft patch of hair, the salt of her skin. The sexy art of her bush and happy trail. Ellie yelled out a hoarse “Fuck-k!” And you could tell she came. She soaked her black Klein boxers. Maybe she came from those eager motions grinding her harness against her swollen pink clit. Or maybe she came untouched, hole spasming scarily just because of how aroused Ellie was by you. You placed a gentle kiss on her cockhead with your red lips. Ellie bit down her fist, hard. She broke skin, and drew blood.

If you could’ve, you would’ve loved to have Ellie’s real cum dribbling down your tongue instead. You stood up to pull your panties flush against your plump cunt. Finished with your prior business. There was slick dripping in between all of your puffy folds, and you knew your panties would stay wet the entire rest of the day from just the way they were suctioned to your cunt alone.

You stepped out to wash your hands, heels clacking with an air of comportment. You waited for the girl whose cock you inhaled, to come out of the stall and address you. But she never came. Her back was pressed against the wall. Instead she slid down to collect herself. So you fixed your blouse, hid your cleavage, touched up your smeared lipstick after rubbing it all off on Ellie, and massaged your nipples so they wouldn’t poke so prominently through your blouse. You shimmied in your tight skirt and clacked out of the bathroom. Leaving the girl hiding in the stall, to catch her breath and will the staccato of her heartbeat away. Ellie wasn’t new to coming untouched, but coming from the visuals and motion of a stranger sucking her cock clean? That — that was a new one. She gulped and adjusted her boxers, because fucking Christ, they were heavily soaked from her own slick. With shaky hands the pale girl fished for her leather pants zipper. Pleading with the bitchy, cheap, metallic hardware over and over, until it finally pulled all the way up.

A rapid river of relief washed over Ellie, she couldn’t afford to be stuck in there anymore. Ellie stumbled out of the washroom, hoping to find you. She snapped her head back and forth, then stumbled around in circles trying to catch a flash of sloppy red lips. She thought of going to people and asking if they’d seen a lady with puffy red lips strut by. But then thought better of it. The idea sounded dumb as rocks, even to her own horned-out brain. Ellie rubbed her cock through her pants, feeling phantom sucks from memory. You were burned in her brain, forget the cute teller from earlier. You were her new Madonna, her new whore.

In your honour, she’d stroke her g-spot to a hot strap blowjob video tonight, to keep the memory of your filthy cocksucking mouth fresh.

Ellie hoped if there ever was a next time in that glory hole for her, that you’d line your little greedy hole right up in front of the glory hole in the stall, so Ellie could make you drip your cream down her cock. She’d love to pull her dick out of you, just to marvel at the beautiful rings of milk wrapped around her veiny shaft from your own sopping cunt. Ellie savored the idea of the screams she’d rip out of you, the cries and pleads you’d wail for her ears only. She’d rip you apart, and that would be the fucking cherry on top of her fucking birthday cake.

If she got the cake, she’d love to write “Ellie ‘Hung’ Williams” on the face of it just for shits.

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[ID: Digital art of 3 alt fashion style character designs.

A thin pale skinned punk who is masc with visible breasts wearing black and red as they hold a lit cigarette. They have a wide, fixed gaze and spiked up red and white hair. They're wearing a dark red sleeveless crop top, jeans that are half black and half black and red vertical stripes, fingerless gloves, mismatched red and black combat boots, and a black collar. On their upper arm is a tattoo of the transgender symbol.

A fat brown skinned feminine person with straight bangs and low pigtails; their hair is black with a few streaks of light yellow and hot pink. They're wearing big hot pink pants and a black bra, big black boots, fishnet sleeves, and a pink collar.

A fat tan skinned person with large blue mohawk mullet and top surgery scars. They have a swirling tattoo covering the majority of their left arm and they're wearing a mesh top with a bulldog harness, black leather shorts, a black spiked wristband, and black spiked combat boots. End ID.]

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Anthony gets a dark Golden tie

Sitting in the back of the cab, Anthony feels a slight nervousness rising inside him. As the vehicle speeds through the city, he decides to take a look at his work dress code, one more time, to make sure everything is in order. As he scrolls through the document on his phone, his heart sinks.

The code is much stricter than he remembered:

“Matching two or three-piece suit, never mismatched.” Tie tied perfectly, shoes polished to a perfect shine. Hair must be neatly styled with gel. Belt or suspenders required to complete the ensemble.”

Anthony freezes. He does have a tie around his neck, his shirt is neatly pressed, and his shoes are polished. But he is only wearing black pants without a jacket! The look of a man in full compliance with these increasingly strict rules comes back to him, and he knows that he cannot present himself like that. The simple fact of deviating from this code makes him uncomfortable. He begins to sweat slightly under his shirt collar.

“Excuse me, could you stop me in front of the Brooks Brothers store, right there?” he says to the driver, spotting a familiar sign through the window.

A few minutes later, Anthony finds himself in this prestigious store. The scent of leather and fine fabrics fills the air as racks of impeccable suits line up before him. The interior of the store is luxurious, lit by soft, soothing lights. He immediately heads to the suit section, his heart racing.

Salesman approaches him. He is tall, slim, himself dressed in a crisp three-piece suit, a gray wool vest under a perfectly tailored jacket and a beautiful Dark Gold tie. His smile is professional and polite.

“Hello sir, may I help you?” he asks, his voice calm and assured.

Anthony quickly explains his situation, the urgent need for a formal suit to conform to his work dress code. The salesman nods, understanding, and leads him to a rack where charcoal pinstriped suits are hanging.

“This one is made of Italian wool, lightweight but structured, perfect for a day at the office.” I also recommend adding a belt that matches your shoes.”

Anthony nods, his mind clouded by urgency. The salesman escorts him to the fitting rooms, where he quickly puts on the suit. The fabric slides easily over his shoulders, perfectly adjusted, as if it had been tailor-made. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he feels a strange satisfaction growing inside him. The charcoal suit, with its fine vertical stripes, gives him a more imposing, stricter, almost intimidating look.

The salesman returns with a brown Brooks Brothers leather belt, then asks him what metal he wants for the buckle. Anthony doesn’t hesitate: “Gold, of course.” It seems obvious to him, almost natural. Gold, the color he increasingly associates with perfection and obedience. He also chooses a brown leather watch with a Gold strap.

As he takes one last look in the mirror, Anthony feels an unexpected sense of pride. The suit is cut impeccably, the tie is neatly tied, the belt is smooth and shiny. Everything is in its place. He briefly thinks about the money he had saved up for a PS5, but that is no longer important. This new style, these new rules, that is all that matters.

Proud of his new outfit, he leaves the store, confident. The taxi drops him off at the office just in time, and as he crosses the entrance, he immediately notices the looks turning towards him. Unlike the day before, he does not feel embarrassed by these stares. He walks with a sure step, his back straight, his leather shoes making a slight, regular clicking sound against the shiny floor.

“Wow, Anthony, you look even classier today!” a colleague says as he passes him.

“Do you have anything special planned? You look like you just came from a board meeting!” " jokes another, an amused smile on his lips.

Anthony smiles, almost satisfied with these remarks. He settles for a slight nod and subtly adjusts the knot of his tie, checking once again that it is perfectly centered. He feels good in this suit, as if he embodies a more serious and disciplined version of himself. Every detail of his outfit seems to resonate with this new mentality he has adopted, this desire to follow the rules to the letter.

Throughout the day, he receives compliments and glances. Even his boss notices him when he passes by his desk.

"Nice suit, Anthony. I like to see that you take our dress code seriously," he says approvingly.

Anthony feels his heart leap with pride. This simple comment reinforces his idea that he is on the right track. As the day goes on, he feels more comfortable in this skin. He continues to check his reflection whenever he gets the chance, adjusting his jacket, checking his gelled hair and the shine on his shoes.

(End of Part 5)

Part 4

[the-fiction-witch]

Cowboy Rule 48

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept  Anonymous asked:Hello I understand stand if you say no but can you do an Whitey Winn x reader smut but it has the the cowboy rule. The cowboy rule is if a girl wears a cowboy's hat she rides or will ride the cowboy.Thank you if you do it. 🥰

Smut Playfull/ riding/ hikis/ kissing/ breast play/ fondling/ bj

I smiled as I finished lacing my dress for the day pulling the ribbons of my dress tight to keep it on me all day. I grabbed the pie cooling in the window and set it in my basket alongside some jars of preserves and a few bottles of honey wine. I picked up my now-loaded basket and headed out of my little house into the dust and dry dirt of Labelle. I glanced to the sky hoping perhaps to see some dark clouds on the horizon as we badly needed some rain but alas the normal dry New Mexico heat was all we received. I headed through town past all the little shops the ladies now ran in order to keep the town going giving the ladies building the church a wave as I went past, till I reached the town square heading over to the familiar building.

'Sheriff, Labelle, New Mexico territory'

Atop two four square windows. The porch with a couple of chairs and a large pile of logs for the burner inside. A small lamp light hung beside the porch steps just before the door.

I hopped up the steps and in through the unlocked door looking around the small office with its three cells lining the far wall. Sheriff Bill Mcnue's desk to my left was empty as per usual, the coat rack to my left alongside a small window, and In Front of me was the large gun cabinet full of shotguns, and pistols, the mirror lining the back of the cabinet. And In Front of the cabinet, the deputy's desk was lined with various paperwork, keys and coffee cups given he'd been on his own so long. And in the small wooden chair behind it laid a comatose deputy whitey Winn.

In his usual mud-covered brown leather boots, his borderline skin-tight jeans with a slight vertical striping in the fabric pulled up to his waist, his two dark brown leather gun Belts sat crossed over his hips so a buckle sat above his pants fly and the other just above his butt allowing him to have a 45. On each hip. The white handles guns sat there slightly moving with his breaths. His 'once' white shirt collar was only just visible, his slightly green half-button overshirt covering him from wrist to neck with a small breast pocket where his silver deputy badge hung. Any skin exposed had enough dirt to set potatoes, so much muck in fact under his nails I was almost convinced he was growing himself garden, his excuse for facial hair slightly graced the corners of his upper lip barely even meeting in the middle with maybe three hairs under his bottom lip and I don't think any on his chin, his hair thick with grease and dirt or slightly matting in sections where he runs his hand thought it but that was all. The familiar scent of sweat, dirt, warm leather and the unfortunate scent of a man who lives alone is eliminated from him like a pile of roadkill tossed to the gutter. His hat was on the desk, his hands on his stomach as he sat in his chair far asleep.

I couldn't help but giggle at the slight setting my basket down on the corner of his desk atop some of his gun magazines. I carefully snuck over to behind his desk leaning down to see him. I smiled and gently rubbed the tip of my nose against his own the first few runs bore no response but soon he began to move Against me too subtly of course until I move and pressed a small kiss to his lips which caused a wide smile across his lips

"Hi" I smiled

He rubbed his nose on my own a little before giving my lips a little kiss "hi" he smiled opening his eyes to see me "what are ya doin' 'ere?" He asks leaning back in his chair

"What? Are you not happy to see me whitey?" I pouted putting my hands on my hips as I stood up straight

He leant forward leaning his arms on his desk and his jaw on his hand "I'm always 'appy to see ya darlin'" he smiled giving me another little kiss

"Cute" I smiled tapping his nose "how have things been?"

"Quiet" he sighed "it's Labelle darlin' nothin' much ever 'appens 'round 'ere" he says leaning back in his chair

"You finished that paperwork bill asked you to do?"

"Jesus Christ y/n- I finished all that lot last week"

"Sorry"

"It's alright. I don't think ya quite get just 'ow dull thin's can be 'round 'ere" he laughed

"I suppose not. Any news?"

"From?"

"Bill?"

"Course not. He'll get back when he gets back. As much as I know darlin'" he shrugs

"Alright, I just hope it's not too much longer it's not fair bill to abandon town for so long"

"It's nothin' I can't 'andle" he smirked

"Not my point. Just because you can doesn't mean you should have too. You only getting paid a deputy salary and frankly, you're doing all the work will bill gone so much" I explained

"I know what ya mean. Don't worry ya'self alright I'll 'ave a word with bill when he's back" he says getting up and giving my forehead a kiss "besides won't be long will bill packs it in, then I'll take over" he says as he wandered over fixing himself another coffee

"What makes you so sure he'll let you?"

"I'm his deputy y/n, it's kinda the whole idea" he laughed

"Then what makes you so sure he'll pack it in soon?"

"He has to at some point and he ain't gettin' any younger. He spends most of his time in the undertakers playin' chess anyhow" he laughed returning to his desk coffee in hand "what's in the basket?" He finally asks honestly I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't even noticed it till now

"Presents" I smiled taking the basket and hiding it from him putting it behind my back

"Ooh? Let me see" he Cooes getting up but I moved back

"There a secret"

"Are they? Come on darlin' let me see"

"No" I giggled bolting across the office but he gave chase rushing around the office trying to catch me as I circled around the desks till he cornered me between the last cells bars and the wooden wall basket still behind me but his arms on the wall and bars so I had nowhere to go

"Let me see"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Secrets"

"Come on darlin', please" he Cooes

"On one condition"

"What condition?"

I simply shrugged and his smile grew before he leant down capturing my lips in a sweet Intense kiss his lips slowly moving Against my own his arm moving from the wall to wrap around my waist his left hand on my left hip wrapped around my back, until we both pulled back for a moment he was breathless staring at my lips before glancing up to my eyes

"'appy?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded

"Good" he Cooes rubbing his nose on my own and snatching my basket returning to his desk so I scampered back too. "Ooooh pie! What kind of pie?"

"Sweet potato pie" I smiled

"Aww ya always make my favourite darlin'"

"Cause you always ask for it" I smiled

"Thank you very much"

"You're welcome"

He happily unpacked the rest of the basket putting all the bits and bobs away in their usual place as well as having himself a slice of pie "ummmm delicious as always darlin" he says giving my cheek a kiss as he ate as he did I couldn't help glancing to his hat still sat on the table so I sneaking began to walk my fingers across the desk towards the hat but before I could even touch the rim he slapped my hand

"Oww!" I complained

"Don't even think about it" he warns sternly giving me a sharp glare picking his hat up and dusting off some dirt

"I just wanted to look"

"Look with ya eyes. Not ya fingers" he warns

"I only wanted a look" I pouted

"No y/n"

"Why not?"

"Breaks the rules"

"Fine. I'm heading home"

"Alright I'll be 'ere a bit longer, did ya want me to … pop by when I'm done?" He suggested

"It's alright whitey I'll be fine all by myself. Have a nice afternoon" I smiled giving him a little kiss taking my basket and headed out

"You too Darlin'" he smiled blowing me a kiss as I left.

I smiled as I scrubbed and washed the little pots and dishes that had mounted up over god only knows how long it had been since whitey did any dishes, christ some of mine were in here from pies and roasts I had sent over to the office for him. I was rather thankful whitey asked for my help in tidying his house as it so desperately needed it and I knew with my oversight he couldn't half-ass it and the place would defiantly be cleaned. While I was scrubbing and cleaning the dishes and bottles, Whitey knelt on the floor cleaning out the fireplace cluttering and clattering the fireplace with the little tools. "How old are some of these?" I asked slightly concerned

"Hum? Ohh No idea darlin' I stopped keeping track" he explained

"You need to learn how to take better care of this place"

"I know, I just don't get a lot of time workin' in the office so much. usually, a soon as I get 'ome I just kinda collapse and sleep"

"Wherever would you be without me" I giggled

"Humm I'd be lost without ya y/n" he cooes giving my cheek a kiss as he came to wash his hands and face given they were now covered in ash and soot from the fireplace.

"you need a bath" I told him

he sighed "I'll take a damn bath when the 'ouse is clean"

"Alright, you fix your bed I'll get started on the laundry" I smiled

"Alright" He smiled heading to his bed and stripping it off "ya know I don't really need to lean to upkeep the 'ouse" He says

"don't you?" I glared sorting his clothes into... well I tried to colours at least original colours some of which were very hard to tell, was this shirt ever white? or was it just grey? I don't know I don't remember it ever being white. "Why not?"

"Well what's the point in me learnin' all the 'ouse stuff. Might as well just get myself a wife"

"Whitey!"

"Ya know what I mean, No point me leanin' it all if ya just gonna move in a month later" he shrugs

I chuckled "whitey when we get married you're going to do chores too"

"Why?" he whines "I'm the 'usband. your 'ot sexy deputy 'usband." He cooes coming to cuddle me "Who works all day while his pretty wife makes nice dinner ready for him to get 'ome"

"Ummm, and cleans the house, looks after the children, all while the husband sits on his ass"

"Yeah" he shrugs

"whitey" I glared turning to face him crossing my arms "if you ever want me to be Mrs Winn, you better learn to do chores and take care of things. Or you ain't got a cat in hells chance of getting anywhere with me" I told him "and you can drop that attitude too"

"I'm just sayin' my little wifey would be the one at 'ome with the children. While I go to work"

"I know but you're still helping. I ain't raising our children, doing all the chores and taking care of you Mr" I told him as I sorted his clothes

"I'll 'elp. got to teach my little boys to shoot as good as their daddy"

"They still have to go to school whitey"

"Why? I didn't"

"My point exactly." I giggled

"fine" He sighed "this is good though, gettin' it all square now. then we'll 'ave no arguments about how we raise our babies when we get married" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss and going to remake his bed with the fresh bedding

"You're not abandoning them like bill does his kids"

"course I won't ya know I won't darlin' I just don't see the point in learnin' all the 'ouse stuff"

"Well you better. You can clean your own damn britches whitey I ain't your wife yet" I told him handing over the pile of laundry for him to do as I took  a hot pot outside filling up the steal tub grabbing a washboard from the wall and began washing his shirts and such

"yet" he smiled following me out with his own so we could sit together while we did the laundry "Ya would be if he wrote me back already"

"Still no news then?" I asked

"No, I wrote him over two months ago startin' to get a little worried"

"I'm sure It'll be through soon" I smiled giving his cheek a little kiss, Honestly I was a little worried too. A few months ago whitey penned a letter, with help. To my grandfather the last of my family still living for permission for us to get married but we had yet to hear back anything at all. Frankly, it was the only reason we weren't yet married, even if I'm sure if permission was denied he'd likely marry me anyways. I know he's getting impatient and I had to admit I was too it was such a small but inconvenient hurdle to get over before we could truly start our life together before the jokes and stories of us living together and raising a family could become more than simple tales.

"I wonder if Bill'll give me time off when we get married?" He pondered

"I'm sure he would if you asked nicely" I giggled

"Maybe as we are 'avin' to wait so long" He smirked suggestively

"You get no more than your kisses till after we're married whitey"

"Damn it" he sighed "Come on we've been datin' a year and a 'alf"

"So? not till we're married that's my rules," I told him as I took the clean laundry hanging it all over the line just outside his house. Once all done heading inside with the water pot, as I did I noticed his boots and jacket by the door so I grabbed the brush giving them a dust and a brush cleaning off his leather jacket I then reached for his hat to give it a dust off and a clean however he was just heading in and before I could even lift it from its place on the rack he snatched it out my hand

"No." he snapped setting his pot with my own by the fire

"what?"

"No. no touchin' ya know that" he warns

"I was only going to give it a brush whitey" I complained

"Ya 'ave you're rules darlin' I 'ave mine. Ya don't touch my hat alright?"

"Fine" I sighed "Be like that" I pouted

"I will do. don't get all pouty with me just cause ya can't 'ave what ya want"

"Look who's talking"

"Funny." he chuckled giving my cheek a kiss "No, touchin'" He warns

I smiled as I stood brushing little buttercup, Often times catching whitey across the way taking care of his own horse ted brushing him, feeding him and generally taking care of him. "Eyes front Mr Winn" I told him

"Why? What's the matter little lady? you're not normally so grumpy with me"

"Well I'm working"

"as I am, Can't 'elp if my work's such a good view" he cooes

I finished up with buttercup and went over to help with out with ted "Maybe if you did more work, and not such on the view little ted would be finished up by now?"

"maybe so, But I can't 'elp it" he cooes coming around to pull me into a cuddle peppering my neck and cheek with kisses "ya too damn pretty"

"Am I now?"

"I can't resist ya. and ya know I can't say no to ya darlin'"

"So cuddly today whitey"

"Well I've been in the office all week I've barely seen ya" He complained "or cuddled ya. or kissed ya" he cooes

"True. Guess you've been busy" I giggled grabbing the rim of his hat and bolting across the stable

"Very funny darlin', give it" He says playfully

"No,"

"Very sweet, very cute, now 'and it over"

"No, my hat now" I giggled cuddling it close to my chest

"I ain't playin' darlin' give it" he complained trying to take it but I moved around ted "This ain't funny y/n" He says now getting rather angry with me as whenever he tried to take it I simply moved though the stables to a point where he couldn't reach me. "Y/n! give it back!"

"Mine now" I giggled "Maybe I'll hop on buttercup take your guns and become a cute little cowgirl" I smiled holding the hat just above my head

"don't ya dare" he warns "Give it back y/n"

"awww do you not think I'd make a cute cowgirl whitey?"

"Ya would look adorable but give me my hat back"

"Humm I'm the fastest shootin' cowgirl in the west," I giggled playfully "Pew pew"

"I ain't playin' y/n give it back."

"why?"

"its the rules darlin' "

"what rule?"

"Ya wear the hat ya better ride the cowboy" He smirked leaning on the wooden collum of the roof of the stable

"what sort of a rule is that?"

"The cowboy rules darlin'." he smirked "Rule 48 ya wear the hat ya ride the cowboy"

"You're making that up"

"No I'm not it's right 'ere in the cowboy 'andbook" he says getting a small book

"wh-where did you have that?" I asked "I know how damn tight your trousers are whitey where did you have that?"

"My pocket." he shrugs "see right here Rule 48 ya wear the hat ya ride the cowboy" he says setting the book in the bag in teds stable

"who made that rule?"

"Fellow boys sick of you girlies stealin' thin's" He says once again trying to take it but I moved back again "Darlin' give it. ya know the rules so 'and it over"

"So what if I was to sit this on my little head I'd have to-"

"Yes you would."

"That goes against my rules"

"its the cowboy rules dalin' been this way for generations. So mine ourways your's" he smirked "Give it."

"Or else what?"

"Else I'm bloody takin' it"

"Not if you can't catch me" I giggled bolting out the stable door and into the dust of town of course he immiedatly bolted after me I imagine the ladies of town likely thought we'd gone insane as we ran around labelled chasing each other like children until I bolted into his house and he soon caught up with me so I smiled and sat his hat on my head "Don't you think I look pretty?" I giggled

he smirked pulling the door shut and locking it behind him "ya shouldn't 'ave done that darlin'"

"I think I look cute"

"ya look very cute. but ya know the rules."

"Okay" I smiled

"O-Okay?"

"I broke the rules" I shrug "Guess the town deputy should punish his little cowgirl correctly"

"humm come 'ere then darlin'" he smirked taking me in his arms pulling me tight to his skinny body leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss more intese then I had ever felt he slipped the hat off my head sitting it on his table as he pulled me closer his arms around my waist giving me utterly no escape from him our kiss so intense and lustful it was clearly the whole of his frustrations where coming out in this meer kiss even moaning into my mouth a little as his hand slipped down to grab my ass though my dress, he pulled back rather suddenly forcing me to his bed I went to lean or lay down but he stopped me kissing my cheek "Ah ah ah. Ya wear the hat ya better ride the cowboy darlin' remember." he smirked turning us around so he could sit on his bed "Ya ain't layin' on ya back to get this over with. You wanted this. Now ya gotta pay the price"

"I wouldn't dream of it whitey" I smiled climbing into his lap settling myself on his thighs the moment I did his cool smirking deminer stopped and his sharp excited breaths broke through as he glanced at my lips and then down biting his lip as he saw how close our bodies where, given after all court time together out privets had never been this close before. And given he had always wanted this even since our earliest courting days I can imagine he was excited. Infact I didn't need to imagine as I felt the shiftening close to my stomach and a sharply spoken sentence came from his lips as he hovered over my own

"We're really gonna do this." He said less stated like a question and more as a statement more as if he was reafirming it to himself

"You said it was the rules," I pouted

"It is! it is." he says "Sorry- I uhh I'm more nervous then I thought I'd be"

"Well, I promise to be gentle. So long as your gentle with me whitey"

"I will." he gave me a sharp kiss "I promise"

"Alright, how would my cowboy like me to ride him then?"

For a moment he seemed utterly shocked at the words coming out of my mouth but he didn't waste his time, kicking off his boots and throwing his belts onto his bedside table moving and getting settled down his bed so he could have his head on his pillow and I knelt fully over his hips with the sheets below us. I don't know why but even in my utter innocence I got a strange confidence from sitting over a nervous, overexctied whitey, that this big strong deputy boy reacted to my every movement, my every word, as if he was made of clay and I could shape him however I wanted. that even though my family had always explained it as being a holster for a boys loaded gun to settle when he pleased, I didn't feel that way at all. I slipped my hands down his shirt towards his pants feeling him stiffen below me more, his hips shifting to work into myu hands, holding his breath as I moved over his stomach. I felt powerful more powerful then I ever had before. he sat up a little and recaptured my lips as I reached the buttons of his pants so I happily kissed back as I slowly undid them each button I unbuttoned caused his lips to somewhat quiver against my own until they where completely undone which caused a soft moan where his tight pants released. he pulled back a moment but only to push his own trousers down as well as his once white cotton underwear down with them, I couldn't help my curiosity moving back slightly to see his much paler hips and prominate V a gracing of hair not to dissimilar to his upper lip, light, thin and patchy to say the least. and of course what drew the most of my attention his hard cock stood tall clearly at the point it couldn't get any harder he smirked a little leaning on his elbows glancing down at himself

"My little cowgirl like the look of her ride?" he smirked

"Ummm humm" I nodded stroking my finger up the shaft testing just how far it was from his base to his tip thinking how exactly he would fit inside me,

"Ummm" He groans biting his bottom lip hard watching me hand

"I'm not hurting you am I whitey?" I asked

"No, ya good darlin' ya fine" he says quickly

"alright" I smiled giving his lips a kiss before then kissing down his neck a little

"Ummmm darlin', you're stallin'" he smirked leaning his head back to give me more space to kiss

"We'll I just want to prepare for my ride," I whispered moving down at first he seemed confused but I pressed a little kiss to his shaft and he froze up his whole body going tense for a second his eyes wide so I gave him another kiss, and then another peppering little kisses along his shaft when I glanced back up his head was rolled back his mouth open "should I?" I began

"Ya fine ya good." he quickly snapped

"well I don't want to keep stalling if your waiting whitey" I giggled licking from base to tip

"Ughh! no no take ya time darlin' I wanna make sure my little cowgirls ready for 'er ride" he smirked

"I was thinking more making sure he was ready for me," I cooed "I thought he could need a little more... lubrication before we start riding"

"Ya could be right darlin', he's gonna need a little more then that then" he smirked

"you think so?" I asked licking from base to tip again which made him physically shudder

"Ummm hummm" he nods biting hard on his lip trying not to moan "please"

"what?" I giggled

"Please darlin" he whines shifting his hips in his desperation I smiled giving his tip  a little kiss before I slowly took what I could into my mouth I couldn't take all of it in my mouth so I settled my hand below my mouth to pump up into my mouth as I gently licked and moved my head back and forth slowly of course given I was so new to this but I don't think he cared - "Uhhhh! uuughhh! uuughhhrrr!" moans tumbled from his lips like a waterfall his fingers gripping his sheets his head rolling back "Ughhh! fuck that feels so good" he groans unable to control his hips shifting and working with me which I took as a sign to speed up both my hand and my head gently suckling on him as I did which caused his eyes to roll back and sounds out of him like I'd never heard animalistic I suppose he gave up to trying to keep himself up laying down on his bed writhing with his sheets always in response to my movements and changes in speed or style, it was adorable watching him utterly loose himself his calm strong deminer disappeared completely as he was left utterly at the mercy of my tiny movements even just a flick of my tongue or a squeeze of my hand was enough to force noises and reactions out of him utterly reveling in my new found power. Until I think I hit a breaking point in him as he almost screamed "Y/n! Please! baby stop please! I'm gonna cum!"

I pulled back giggling "You've never called me that before?"

"You've never done that to me before" he gasps

"Alright" I smirked

"Oh fuck I'm already learnin' that looks bad with you" he says slightly scared I smiled and took his hand giving it a soft little kiss letting him settle his hand on my head to gently play with my hair which eh happily did knotting his fingers in my curls until I returned to him taking much more this time as I slowly worked out how to relax my throat allowing almost all of him inside my mouth which caused him to grip my hair slightly guiding me "ughhhhh! stop! stop please!" he begs even if his hand continued guiding me clearly at a point his body was doing one thing and his head another, his head desperate for us to finally make love after all this time but his body already caving in desperate for release, I moved back letting him breathe a little as I climbed out of bed "hey! where do ya think you're goin'" He smirked grabbing my arm

"Just getting comfortable to ride" I smiled unlacing my dress he egarly watched me undoing my dress letting it fall to the floor as well as unlacing my corset, and pushing off my little undergarment shorts leaving me in merely my white underdress and nothing else the dress thin and almost see though my nipples slightly poking though the top of the dress I hadn't noticed given I was battling my dress but he had grasped his erection slowly touching himself to the mere sight of me precum now leaking from his head I giggled and pinned up m hair "shall we?" I smiled

"Absoloutely darlin'" he smirked offering his hand so I took it and he helped me climb back into the bed and ontop of him I got settled on his thighs a moment my little dress around us "I'll guide ya at first okay?" He asks and I nodded "Good, go on then be my cute little cowgirl" he cooes rubbing his nose on my own he held my hips guiding them up and closer for a second one hand left to check himself was in the right position, I held his shoulders a little nervously unsure how it would feel "Okay, down just like a saddle" he says

"Aren't I usually trying to avoid sitting on the hard pointy things on my saddle"

"True" he chuckled I slowly moved down his hands often slightly adjusting my hips until I felt the pressure of his shift cock under me for a moment I moved my hips a little trying to find the sweet spot it being much further back then I thought making me lean almost completely on him before we found it and his tip slipped inside me enough to make us both freeze up a little "There we are," he cooes I held his shoulders tight as I slowly moved my hips lower and lower feeling each inch of him slip inside me until I hit his hips and thighs meaning he was completely inside me I could feel him throbbing inside me with his heartbeat, it felt strange but very pleasurable just having him fill a space I hadn't ever felt filled before. it took a solid minute of us both just getting settled and used to the new sensation before I began to move my hips as if I was riding a horse his hands softly guided me that way too back and forth in small hip movements until I got a stable pace "fuck- I've waited so long for this" he groans his hands moving from my hips to my ass stroking and groping me as I moved "Ummm we on a leisurely stroll baby?" he groans kissing my neck

"why?"

"I don't think either of us 'ave ever ridden this slow" he smirked

"if you want me to go faster just say that whitey" I giggled

"Alright, faster. Please baby" he cooes

I smirked and began moving much faster taking things at a pace that would pleasure me and clearly drove him crazy as he groped and kissed me intensely to hide his moans and groans of pleasure even if some still slipped through

"Fuck- Ughhhhhh! ughhhhh! y/n! Ughhhhhhh! you feel so good!"

"Whitey?"

"Ughhh yeah y/n?" he groans leaving hikis on my neck

"Does this-" I began moving up and down a little to slightly bounce as I ride

"UGHHHH! FUCK! Yes! yes, that's amazing!" he groans digging his nails into my ass helping to bounce me more now our pace rapid and merciless "Uuuuhhhh! uuugggggh! Please! Please... baby stop I'll-"

I immediately smirked getting a little faster and squeezing himself around him which made him moan "The cowgirl decides when we're done riding whitey. and not until" I smirked

"Y/n Ughhhhhh! please I'm so close" he groans "fuck I love ya so much"

"Ughh I love you too whitey" I groaned admittedly slowing down where I knew I was close too he even moved his own hips to work into my movements both of us groaning and moaning until I hit a wave of overwhelming pleasure that made he squeal pulling whitey's hair hard pulling him into my chest as my toes curled and my fingers gripped his hard hard "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Whitey!"

"Ughhhhh fuck! fuck fuck!" he groans against my skin collapsing against me for a moment I just gasped trying to think straight, once my mind returned I glanced down and noticed I'd kinda forced whitey's head into my breasts a little

"Ohh sorry whitey" I giggled letting go of him but he didn't move

"I'm fine" He smiled nuzzling himself there

"Get out of there you" I complained pulling him out "sorry"

"It's fine, ya don't ever need to apologize for forcin' me into your boobs it's not a problem."

"Are you okay? you want me to-"

"Ohh I kinda- when ya were screamin'" he smiled slowly pulling out "That was amazin' darlin'"

"it was, maybe I should steal your hat more often"

"You're more than welcome" he cooes peppering me with little kisses and making me giggle until he all out flipped us over into his bed so we could kiss and cuddle "Ummm I love ya so much, I wanna marry ya so badly"

"You're only sayin' that cause you finally got to have sex with me" "no I mean it, I wanted to marry ya before, now I know just how amazin' it is when we have sex." He cooes playing with my hair

"Sweet, You probably want me out the-"

"No no you're staying 'ere tonight, I want my darlin' in my arms tonight"

"Awww okay whitey," I smiled giving him a soft kiss "Goodnight" I smiled nuzzling into his chest

"Goodnight darlin'" he smiled cuddling me tightly

[bluravenite]

Do you do ghoul HCs? If so how do you see everyone's personality?

I have talked so much with my moot friends about this!! To be honest a LOT of our HCs make no sense,, I'll list a couple below the cut!!✍️✍️

There’s a LOT…

Dew is afraid of children (he doesn't know how to interact,, they freak him out)

Dew absolutely sneaks into the kitchen at night, mountain might make him a sandwich if he's there

(dew isn't allowed in the kitchen,,, he's burnt things before)

Dew gets really soft and mushy if you catch him at the right time,, woken up hungry?? Feral demon,,, cuddled in bed woken up by soft kisses?? Mushy baby, you might even get kissed back,, but if he wakes up too much he's like "fuck off I’m to sleep!"

Aether always has a banana,, how?? Banana pockets, no I will not argue.

He keeps extra banana stashes hidden in his room and in the walls (rain keeps them for him)

He took so many bananas from the kitchen imperator had to limit him to 1 banana a day per ghoul,, sometimes the ghouls are nice and give him theirs so he can have extras though

Rain lives in the walls,, absolute gremlin,,

Rain likes to be paid in dabloons (he calls chocolate coins dabloons, he will eat the wrapper too) I cannot explain this one… it just happened…

Rain keeps Chex mix boxes inside the walls,, i also cannot explain this one but all the rain has belong to @ghostsseeghosts

I also believe Rain is a slimy boy,, not intentionally,, he’s just unusually moist at times…

Swiss enjoys those sensory dancing vegetable videos, no he's not high, he just likes dancing vegetables....

I remember making one about the kind of coffee they’d get with @nocturnal-birb ,, dew would def get like a frap with extra whipped cream and caramel fsr,,, I think mountain would enjoy his coffee black because it’s more “earthy” i think,, I don’t remember some of the rest bc i have shit memory dhjgfdhjgf

I also remember a hc I made with birb about what if Mountain’s room floor was just covered in soil lmao,, so maybe the ghoulettes saw that mountain really liked being barefoot in the garden (this is a partial projection bc I really like being barefoot in damp soil hsjfhfjhf) so they put some garden beds in his room where he can soak his feet while he cares for his plants :)

He’d also have vertical planters I think,, total plant dad,,

The ghouls have plushies,, like a lot of them,, it started off as a cute playful joke,, where cumulus gave dew a plushie because Aether and rain had their own, and Swiss was like “none for me??” So cumulus got more,, and then they just began gifting each other plushies

Dew has the most plushies bc he says he hates them even though he will 100% snuggle up with them when it gets cold in the abbey,,

They do cuddle piles with squishmallows,, rain gets squished too,, mountain is the little spoon

I think Swiss is actually a bit insecure about his fashion sense, I imagine he enjoys fashion but he rarely talks about it unless it’s with Aether and cumulus who 100% support his fashion choices and help him pick outfits,, he likes vintage and somewhat feminine styles also,, sometimes cumulus does his eyeliner! It really builds his confidence but he tends to overthink it a lot and so usually on a bad day you’ll see him wearing solid colors or blacks,, and on good days he’ll wear flowy fabrics, nice patterns, and very sexy silhouettes!!

Aether really likes rolling up his sleeves,, that’s a fact.

I think cirrus likes pants a lot,, she’ll wear big pants, flowy pants, crazy pants, tight leather pants, Amy fun pants, she likes pants,,,

Cumulus likes fluffy clothes,, idk why, she just does,,

Sunshine really enjoys sundresses (pun not originally intended),, but she enjoys dresses with pockets… although she has to wears shorts underneath bc she will hang down from the ceiling if prompted,, or unprompted….

Swiss likes peanut butter,, dew hates it,, they both eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon… nobody knows why..

This is also a personal thought,,, but I’m at least 69% sure half the ghouls have fucked papa fjhjfghgjk (especially terzo and omega but also the ghouls and copia lmao,,)

I think as for personalities rain is a secret menace,, dew is a rage baby, Aether very much the dad friend of the group, so is cumulus,, i think cirrus is very stern but loving, sunshine,,, MENACE,, WORSE THAN DEW,, will scream into your eardrums if she thinks its funny sdfhjgh… Swiss,,, Swiss is like an idiot with a dick lmao,, absolute himbo i think,, as well as mountain, i think mountain is very chill but can be playful and even scary if he wants,,

as for sexualities I’m pretty sure most of them are some form of bi, pan, or curious,, I wouldn’t say they’re strictly a polycule but I’d say they def delve!!

I also have some comfort Swiss headcanons!! If you want those <3

There’s always too many ghoul headcanons to be able to fit all of them in one post!! But lmk if you like these and if you want more I’ll definitely write them down next time jshfhsjfgsjhf💖💖🫶

[floral-force]

Code of Honor - Chapter 6

Temptation

Din Djarin x Fem Bounty Hunter Reader

summary: When things don't go according to plan, it never hurts to resort to seduction.

warnings: 18+/MDNI

words: 2.1k+

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PART 1: DIN

The leather of his gloves creaked as his hands balled into fists. Why was she here? She was either on some fucked-up version of a vacation, or Karga had given her the same tracking fob that Din had hidden in one of his pockets. Din was seething under his beskar; his mind was already feeding him images of his defeat—her victory. He hated how smug she looked whenever she got to a bounty before him, already cuffing the target and walking off with a smirk. He hated the way she looked whenever she turned and walked away, her shoulders back, ass perfectly outlined by her pants, and carrying herself with so much confidence that Din couldn’t help but respect her—but not more than he hated her. 

Seeing her in the clutches of the bounty—his bounty—made his blood boil. Watching his rival smile when the royal shit twirled and caught her added insult to injury; she was already ten steps ahead of Din and well on her way to abducting the target while he slept. He imagined her beneath the prince, plotting while he fucked her and made her moan. Din shook his head and focused back on the task at hand: getting to the target and executing his plan.

PART 2: YOU

You were trying to blend in, but that plan had flown out the window as soon as you entered the ballroom among commonfolk and those of higher status. You could hear people muttering about the woman in red, and it made your cheeks heat up. Buying this dress was not only a frivolous waste of credits, but also a threat to securing your bounty. You tried your best to focus back in and calm your nervous system as nobles were introduced and applauded. 

Finally, the prince was announced, and he entered the ballroom with a white grin and a swing in his step, his straight, slicked back hair barely reaching his shoulders. His outfit was gaudy; he was clearly trying to display his wealth while he had people from all over the planet in one place staring at him. 

“Tonight, we celebrate the life of my father and mingle together!” He shouted, eliciting cheers. “But first, we dance! Who will be my first partner?”

You rolled your eyes as people shrieked and hollered, waving their arms to get his attention. Patience was the name of the game—the time to strike would present itself. For now, you had to sit through this evening’s tacky nonsense. You looked at the floor, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and tapping your foot.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being yanked forward, and hands pushing you out and into the prince’s arms. You looked up into his face, frozen and stunned. He was smiling at you in an almost malicious way, eyeing you up like a piece of meat. In that moment, you vowed to never look away from your target if they were close enough to chase. He clasped your right hand and adjusted your left forearm so it was resting on top of his right, and you gasped when his hand gripped your waist. The bodice of your dress pinched into your skin, making it even more uncomfortable than it already was. He looked away from you to shout a request to the band, giving you a much-needed moment to regain your composure before you were swept away into a brisk waltz against your will. You forced yourself to smile and maintain eye contact with the prince, who flashed another toothy grin at you. This was all for the bounty, all so you could relax—isn’t this what you wanted when you took the fob from Karga?

“What is a gem like you doing on a planet like this?” he asked, and you could smell the spotchka on his breath.

“Oh, I’m just visiting family,” you forced a shy chuckle. “I won’t be here for long.”

“Care to extend your stay?”

You gasped when he dipped you and brushed his nose on your neck. When you were vertical again, you feigned embarrassment. “I would be honored to be entertained by you, but I already arranged to leave tomorrow, and I paid in advance.”

He pulled you in closer, his eyes trained on you. It felt predatory, and you longed to reverse the roles you both currently held. One of the reasons why you decided to become a bounty hunter was to stop feeling trapped and caged, and each hunt gave you the freedom you’d always longed for during your days as a girl working on your parents’ moisture farm. That life was never meant for you, and nothing could change your mind. However, waltzing with a drunken prince that was working with the Pykes may be awful enough to change your long-held belief.

“A beauty like you deserves to be treated like a queen. I’ll reimburse you for whatever you paid, and I won’t make you regret it.”

The way he spoke the last part made you shiver a bit, but then, an idea popped into your anxious mind. His proposition—or, rather, his demand—could work in your favor. Getting close to the prince may make it even easier to gain his trust and get within a lethal distance. 

The prince spun you around on the last note of the waltz, and you smiled when he caught you in his arms.

“I accept.”

PART 3: DIN

His plan was simple enough. He’d wait for everyone to leave the palace and pretend to leave with the stragglers; he’d hide and wait for the prince to leave and make his way to his chambers. Din would follow him, stun him, and leave the palace with the prince cuffed. Of course, he’d already planned for any possible obstacles, such as a higher number of guards than he expected, or nosy palace staff. What he hadn’tplanned for was her presence, and he had to figure out how to thwart whatever her plan was, and fast. The lively waltz just ended, but she and the prince began to dance again, moving to the rhythm of the slow song that began to echo throughout the large ballroom.

Din took a deep breath, exhaling as he strode over to the center of the ballroom, weaving his way through dancing couples, stopping when he reached the center where she and the prince were swaying and chatting. Din was behind her, and the prince immediately noticed him, his eyes widening slightly before he flashed a toothy grin at Din. He felt satisfaction flood his veins when she turned around and jumped upon seeing him, obviously startled and angry.

“Can I dance with her for a song or two?”

The prince scrunched his lips and moved his head from side to side before letting go of her hands and shrugging. “I suppose I could use another drink or two.” Din cringed when the prince planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle shyly. He looked back at Din. “I’ll return for my lovely partner soon—don’t get too comfortable.”

As soon as the prince turned, Din saw her expression change from one of forced cheerfulness to muted rage. She was trying her best to keep her composure—and Din liked making her feel angry when she was unable to do anything about it. Din placed a hand on her waist and gently pulled her to him, and he was painfully aware of how easily he could tear the fabric of her dress. She took his hand and reluctantly began to dance with him, her eyes flitting between the floor and his helmet.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” she muttered.

“I didn’t plan on your smug presence interfering with my hunt, but here we are.”

She scoffed and glared up at him, still gently moving with him to the rhythm of the band’s ballad. “At least one of us dressed the part and doesn’t look like we salvaged our attire from a trash compactor.”

Din tilted his head and pulled her closer, dipping her without warning. She was still looking at him with fury in her eyes, hot enough to burn down any man that wasn’t Din. 

“You’re doing a great job blending in with the crowd, wearing that bright red dress and those jewels around your neck.”

She smirked. “You know you like it on me, Mando.”

If Din wasn’t listening as intently as he was, he would have missed the sultry tone in her voice. He felt his cock twitch in response, and he was grateful that she couldn’t look directly into his eyes—otherwise, he may have slung her over his shoulder and ran to the Crest. He hated that she was right; she did look stunning in that dress. It perfectly accented her body, and the bold red fabric matched her confident aura. The red jewels that cascaded just below her collarbones drew his eyes to her neck, and he desperately wanted to bruise her delicate skin with his teeth and hear her beg for more and beg for mercy. Din, however, was not a merciful man.

PART 4: YOU

You’d planned for almost every possible threat that could prevent you from securing your bounty—everything except the Mandalorian interfering and stealing a dance with you. Seeing him shocked you and frustrated you; you were making such great progress with the prince in such an incredibly short period of time. You were beginning to lure him in with a fabricated persona, feigning innocence and naivety. He was falling right into it, and then your rival had to show up and halt the current phase of your plan. As much as you hated him, you felt much more at ease dancing with him than the slimy prince, and the Mandalorian’s gloved hand in yours was almost comforting and reassuring. 

You knew the Mandalorian was enjoying your costume as much as every other person in the room was. You knew that although it drew unnecessary attention, it also aided in your strategy of seduction, and the Mandalorian was not immune to it—even if he thought he was. His prolonged silence indicated that he was struggling to form a retort, and you maintained your smirk while you both danced in silence, soaking in the ballad and its slow melody. He wasn’t a bad dancer, and it made it easier for you to think about how to get him out of the palace, off this planet, and away from your hunt. You needed this bounty to not only make money, but also to wave in front of the Mandalorian’s helmet whenever he tried to pull some sly shit on you.

“I’ve got this bounty under control,” you whispered. “Leave now, and I won’t kill you later.”

You stepped to the side and he twirled you, and you felt the skirt of your dress spin with you. The Mandalorian pulled you against his chest, the cold beskar meeting your skin that was exposed by the dress’s neckline. A small gasped escaped your lips, heat rushed to your cheeks, and you stared into the Mandalorian’s visor. You both danced in silence, still swaying even after the music ended. 

“I’m not leaving any time soon.” He leaned in and brushed his helmet against your ear, running his hand from your waist to the small of your back. “I love a challenging hunt.”

At that moment, you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. It was the prince, and he was smiling politely at the Mandalorian, a hint of smugness about him. You turned around, standing beside the Mandalorian. For some reason, you were still clutching his hand, and his other hand was still resting on your back, but you didn’t mind; it was better than holding hands with the target you were going to turn in for credits.

“I believe it’s time for you to return this gem to me,” he said, taking your free hand and tugging you forward with a little more force than you thought was necessary.

“Of course,” the Mandalorian replied, his modulated voice bleeding through the lively waltz that was filling the air. He looked at you and nodded. “It was a pleasure.”

He walked away with a chorus of people whispering as he went, and you felt your face grow warm. The prince pulled you in close to him and you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Apologies for that interruption,” he said, rolling his eyes. “He’s rather dull, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you mumbled. You clenched your jaw and looked down at the floor. “Very boring indeed.”

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Witcher Fandom: Costume Historian Weighing In On Episode 1

my first post that’s screenshots next to art/garments they remind me of and a little commentary

Renfri

Important details to highlight:

-Wrap around top with a separate piece as the collar

-Fairly tight sleeves

Portrait of a Young Man; ca. 1508 Hans Süss von Kulmbach, German

NGL I had completely dismissed finding anything for Renfri because of how anachronistic her design seemed to me re: historical design (because of her pants and leather armor) but I was wildly delighted to find this piece. I was drawn to the similar wrap-around structure with a separate collar piece to add stability. In the painting it seems more like a jacket with sleeves that button open along the arm, but I’m still chuffed!

;) hair’s not so different either

Stregobor

Important details to highlight:

-High gathering on the sleeve head- though not a puffed sleeve

-Small ruffle on the cuffs and collar of his shirt/smock

-Unstructured overgown/surcoat (considered somewhat unfashionable/worn by old men by the 1550s)

Originally, I’d placed the silhouette much more in 1500 because of the length of the skirt on his jerkin and his wearing an overgown/surcoat but high neckline, the absence of a true puffed sleeve, and the long line of buttons pushes this forward in time

Portrait of a Man with a Rosary ca. 1508 Lucas Cranach the Elder, German

The neckline here is low compared to Stregobor but you can clearly see the kind of overgown/surcoat that Stregobor wears: they were often trimmed with fur, as in this painting, but they were typically fitted through the shoulders and loose around the body.

On the arms of the doublet, you can also see what appears to be a damask or brocade fabric- though much much subtle than Stregobor’s!

Alessandro Vittoria ca. 1580 Paolo Veronese (Paolo Caliari), Italian

Here we can see a sleeve much more like Stregobor’s- it’s gathered high in the head and tapers down into a slimmer fit on the forearm. We can also see the ruffles of his shirt at the cuff and collar. There’s a line down the front, and I can’t see if there’s buttons because of the image quality, but fabric or thread covered buttons to “blend in” with the garment were also made at the time!

Danek

Important details to highlight:

-Breastplate with vertical striped ornamentation

-Relatively low/smooth line to the pauldrons

-Relatively small/tight spaulders

-A low pigeon breast curve to the breastplate

-Low collared gorget

Hello I know very little about dating armor

Sir John Shurley of Isfield (1588) British Painter British

Arms and armor are hard for me to date but I feel like these look like contemporaries

Calanthe (helmet)

Important details to highlight: 

-High Ridge

-Visored

-Angled Cheekguards

Burgonet ca. 1585 Italy

If I remember correctly, this is the style of helmets worn by pikemen and cavalrymen- the ridge was to redirect the force of a direct bashing blow

Marilka

Important details to highlight:

-Straight cut to skirt

-Low neckline on her smock/chemise

-Waist is high under the bust

We don’t have many dated and easy to discern peasant outfits in the historical record- but what I really like about Marilka’s outfit is that the palette is in a natural and available dye color. Her skirt is in the range of what you can dye with madder and her coat/bodice is a mostly blue / sort of green which you can achieve by overdying woad with weld.

Juni, Brevarium Grimani, fol. 7v (Flemish)  circa 1510 

As I said above, here’s a good example of the color palette in the historical record. For the closer woman, the blue portion you can see is probably the bottom half of a kirtle which would also have a laced bodice. Marilka could be wearing a kirtle under her jacket: many didn’t have a “front” portion as we would know them- some of them had a full back and just tied across the front to accommodate different sizes. The jacket has short sleeves which would have provided additional protection from the sun and like Marilka they have a v front.

okay hello everyone I am not going to go down the rabbit hole of the history of knitting here too like I’m sorry it’s weird and complicated and hard to explain but TL;DR knit garments of the time were not like Marilka’s they were like this because of complicated political/guild reasons and also the price of labor and wool

The Knuckle Bones Crew

Important Details

-High shoulders to the jackets

-Lack of puffed sleeves, some with shoulder “wings”

-Trunks/Hose are close to the legs

The puffed sleeves generally drop from fashion in the 1560s and the puffed trunks/breeches drop in the 1570s where they become baggy and become more fitted in the 1580s. Though in the 1580s, the doublets generally had longer skirts so I’d generally place this in the 1590s.

Doublet 1605-1610 (made), 1870-1895 (altered) England

This is from a decade later- so the waist line on the jacket has risen a bit. Here you can see the double seams of the sleeves (along the front and back of the arm) that allow for a tighter fit and full range of movement. You can see the shoulder wings here- rather conservative. In the 1590s the wings were wider in length, and in the 1600-1610s they were thicker. Interestingly, along the waist seam you can see small holes/eyelets where the hose/breeches/trunks would lace into the doublet! That lacing held your “pants” up

Two Children Teasing a Cat (c. 1600) Annibale Carracci Italian

NGL I just thought this was cute

Ciri

Important Details:

-High Narrow Shoulders

-Sleeves Coordinating (not matching) Body

-Slight puff to shoulders

Separates for women were a thing that we know was common though there’s fewer portraits I can find of it. Women wearing doublets was a trend in the Elizabethan era (c. 1560-1600). I think her full outfit has a separate matching skirt and there’s a peplum on the doublet which did happen.

Portrait of a Lady in Black and White -  Alessandro Allori (Florence) c. 1590

This is a rather fanciful example but here we go: a front closing women’s doublet/gown with coordinating sleeves. Under the ruff, there was likely a grown-on collar as Ciri wears. I’m peeved because I know I’ve seen examples much closer to what Ciri wears but I can’t find any right now.

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I skipped over a few screenshots I originally wanted to do (Eist, the ball guests, and Mousesack/Ermion for sure) because I’d already spent two nights on it but if there’s something you’d like me to unpack- I’d be happy to do it for you <3

[willinglyghoulified]

Excerpt: Book 3, Chapter 6, "A Raider's Playground"

(will be re-writing)

The man in the booth suddenly threw open the door and stepped onto the arena. He grabbed me and John by the shirt collars and dragged us inside the booth. Liam stood frozen in the arena, and the man reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him inside the booth with us.

He pushed John and me into two chairs by the side of the room. John stumbled into his, his weight falling easily into the seat due to his high. I fought against the shove, but the man just pushed me harder. Liam stood close to my chair with one hand gripping my shirt sleeve.

The five people in the room with us just stared with condescending glares.

"Are you sure about this, Gage?" asked a tall man with shaggy brown hair, a beard and a mustache. He wore a black leather suit with lots of straps and pockets and tall knee-high combat boots.

"Yeah, you'd better know what the hell you're doing," hissed one of the women present. She had metal bracers wrapped around her forearms, a metal helmet that covered everything from the top of her head straight across the bridge of her nose, and bloodstained metal armor across her chest. Her headpiece had thin pieces of metal that fnned out on the back that reminded me of wings. Two slits were used as eyeholes.

"We talked about this!" said the spy, Gage. "They survived the Gauntlet. They were smart enough to take my advice and strong enough to kill Colter. This is what we needed. How about we sho some respect for our new leader, huh?"

My eyes widened.

"Amen," said the Raider who had the strangest attire. He had red hair shaved around the sides of his head and grown out on top. He wore a necklace of teeth and claws. His face was painted with vertical blue streaks, and the same paint decorated his shirt, pants, and shoes and was smeared across an unidentifiable fur pelt on his shoulders.

"Then get the hell outta here so I can show the boss around."

The Raiders hesitated, but they left the booth. They motioned to the crowd in the stands for everyone to clear out, eventually leaving John, Liam, and me alone with Gage in the growing silence.

"Let us out of here," I hissed.

"We didn't sign up for this shit," John argued, still high by the sound of the fatigue in his voice.

"Oh, yeah? What did you sign up for, then? Making it out of the Gauntlet alive? Because as I recall, I'm the one that made sure you got outta there alive. Worked like a charm, didn't it?" He stood with his hands behind his back in front of us, cocky as all hell. "We needed Colter dead. Or out of the way. No difference to me. Either way, good riddance. The plan was a success."

"That guy was nothin'," said John. "I've had tougher challenges."

Gage took a step forward and pointed a finger at him. "Bullshit! Without me, I'd be scraping your guts off the floor." He folded his arms across his chest and lowered his voice. "Now, I get that you have no idea what's going on, and everything is coming at you real fast, but you need to listen. Taking out Colter wasn't just a last-minute decision... It was something a few of us here have been working on for a while. Now that he's gone, we've got ourselves a vacancy in the Overboss department. And guess what? You just got the job." He nodded to John.

"W-What? Why?" I asked.

"That's horse shit," John spat. "I don't want your fuckin' job."

"Look, all I'm asking is you trust me on this and give it a shot. I swear, it'll be worth it."

"First you lure us in here, and now you want Hancok to run the place?" I argued.

"Hancock? As in Mayor Hancock? Ha! Knew you looked familiar."

"Have we met?" he asked coldly. "Don't usually run with guys like you."

"Nah, we've never officially met. I've found myself in Goodneighbor a time or two, though. Always found you to be more of a gimmick than a public figure. And you?" He motioned to me. "I believe you're the Minutemen General with that annoying Radio Freedom station. Did you like our little decorations in the Gauntlet? Leaving those bodies laying around almost made the place feel a little more... patriotic, ha ha."

I stood up. "Those were my people! Those men and women had families, you fucking psychopath!"

"And what? You gonna kill me for it? Go ahead, shoot me right between the eyes." He put his index finger on his dirty forehead. "And you know what's gonna happen when you do? One of the other Raider leaders will put bullets in your brains, too, making sure you won't leave this place alive. So I suggest you do exactly what I say."

I spit on the floor in front of him and glared.

He rolled his eye. "All right, all right, I get it. You don't trust me. I wouldn't trust me, either. But I swear, this is the big score for you three."

"I ain't about to lead a bunch of Raiders," John muttered.

"Before you start pissing all over the plan, why don't you take a minute to hear me out and shut the fuck up? You three are the most whiny bunch I've ever met. Christ..." He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and placed one between his lips. "Thanks to Colter, this place is a powder keg just waiting to blow sky-high. One wrong move and we're going to have a bloodbath on our hands. I think you've got what it takes to keep these gangs from tearing each other apart."

John squinted at him. "And why me?"

"Besides the fact that you took out Colter fair and square? I'd say you're used to leading a bunch of lowlifes, 'Mayor Hancock.' This ain't nothing you're new to. The only difference is a little more bloodshed."

"If this ends badly for me or my family, I'll make sure you pay for it..."

"See? That's the spirit. You're fitting in already. Now I'm sure you've got a ton of questions, but this ain't the place. We'll go to the Overboss's tower — your new quarters, the restaurant on top of good old Fizztop Mountain. We'll talk more there."

He motioned for us to follow him and turned away from us. I helped John out of his seat and held his and Liam's hands as I guided them through the room behind Gage. We walked down a hallway where a chain link fence separated us from the Cola Cars arena past the stands where all the Raiders watched Colter's demise.

We soon found ourselves in an old lobby with desks, office chairs, terminals, and a ticket booth by the doors. Gage opened the door and led us outside of the Cola Cars attraction.

It was still dark outside, but the moon hung low in the sky now. The front of the Cola Cars building was enclosed with a short concrete wall decorated in red and white and was lined with a few burning barrels, bored Raiders, and piles of garbage.

One Raider nudged another. "Hey, it's the new Overboss."

"Overboss, or Overbosses?"

"Guess we'll see..."

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Terravenger - Season 5: Part Two - Episode 443 (Do Not Copy)

   In the kitchen room at an apartment during one early morning, the youth Cutter found a person washing dishes by the sink before him.

   Cutter wore a sleeveless gray shirt with a thick red band around each shoulder. Printed on the top center of his shirt was a black symbol resembling a gliding bat. He had on a golden belt with a golden oval worn as a buckle. He also wore a pair of long bottoms that were made with gray leather that had red marking. He had a thick gray pad covering each knee. And he wore a pair of black boots that covered not only his feet, but his ankles as well.

   He put on his eyeglasses and gathered his books into his red backpack.

   The other person was revealed as a young man that had fair skin, dark-brown eyes, short light-brown hair, and a thick beard. He wore a collared green shirt with long sleeves, long black cargo-pants, and long black combat-boots. He also had a long black warmer covering each wrist. And a picture of a long silver key vertically printed on the right leg of his pants.

   Before a set Cutter could open the front door, the man stopped him.

   "Don't be out too late," He told the youth.

   Cutter turned his face toward the man and responded "I'll be fine Dad. This won't be like Talga. I have Duo with me this time."

   The young father named Theo lowered his head and said as his son hurried off "Hope so. Duo's a good dude. I'm sure he'll straighten my son out."

Terravenger -- Season 5: Part Two -- Episode 443:  A Genius With a Rough Past

During one bright morning, a younger Cutter Evans stood at the front of a large building which had barbed wire around the roof.

Cutter had a younger and puffy face. And he had neither a beard on his face or earrings. His blond hair was still short, but it was lowered. And he wore a pair of clear eyeglasses. He had on a light-gray outfit consisting of a short-sleeved top with a white T-shirt underneath and long pants. He also wore a pair of white socks and dark-blue slippers. His golden tattoo was freshly printed on his left shoulder. And he carried a red backpack.

He spotted another person standing before him as the gates that lead out of the area slowly opened.

This was a slender boy with fair skin and brown eyes. He also had short but wavy brown hair. He wore a white T-shirt with a V-neck collar, a thick black belt with a squared silver buckle, and dark-blue jeans. He also had on a pair of gray socks and white shoes. And he wore an opened pale-brown coat that had long sleeves.

The brown-haired youth kept each of his hands in each pocket of his pants as Cutter walked a few steps toward him. And the stranger gave a soft smile after a puzzled Cutter looked straight into the boy's eyes.

   Later, Cutter met with his friend Duo Storms at the Information Center of the Midas Academy.

   Duo wore a light-blue undershirt with a dark-blue circle printed at the top center of its front. The shirt also had dark-blue lines forming Xs all over. He had tight blue pants with yellow designs at the top, a thin white belt with his MAF badge as the buckle, and short brown boots. His helm-shaped tattoo was also shown on his left shoulder.

   After they bumped each other's fists, the pair walked toward the elevator which was at the center of the Academy's First Floor. They also found the younger student -- Ren Ravenstone -- standing at the middle of the crowd inside the elevator.

   Duo made his way to the right side of him and implied "We keep runnin' into each other!"

   Ren faced him and cried "Hey you!"

   Ren wore a black top with silver at the middle of the chest area while the top had no sleeves. He also had on long black bottoms and black boots. And placed around his forehead were a pair of black goggles.

   "Hey Blondie!" greeted Duo. "We need to stop meetin' like this!"

   Cutter remained by Duo's right side as he cried "I remember this guy! He was helping at the Playground Area!"

   Ren carried his white backpack along with a pair of books which he held in his arms.

   And the blond-haired youth told them "I'm Ren Ravenstone, a Fifth-Year."

   "That's right!" implied Duo. "You're the Commander's nephew. We met at the Funeral too."

   "Yeah," said Ren. "Thanks for comin' and payin' your respects."

   "Not a problem!" Duo told him. "Tai's a cool dude. I wish I knew him better though."

   An excited Ren shook his head and responded "Tai was so cool. We were like brothers. He was the main one that protected me, especially when I came out."

   "You're gay?" said Duo. "That's cool! I know how hard that is. My aunt was like you on her day. I was probably the only one that supported her. She's a great person, the best really."

   The door of the elevator began to open. Then some of the crowd walked out including Ren.

   Ren informed Duo "We should hang sometime."

   Duo yelled to the younger student as the door slowly closed "Hey! I'm Duo by the way!"

   "Duo huh?" called Ren. "Nice to finally get your name!"

   After the door finally closed, Cutter gathered with Duo at the middle of the small crowd on the elevator.

   "You're not gonna leave me out in the cold, are you?" joked Cutter.

   Duo gave a soft chuckle and said "I only have eyes for you. Don't worry."

   Cutter gave a quick laugh and Duo responded "It's fine. I don't think he needs me as much as you do. But you came a long way since we met."

   "Yeah!" implied Cutter. "I was in bad shape. Meditating didn't help much."

   Once the door opened once again, the pair walked out of the elevator. And they found themselves on the Third Floor of the Midas Academy.

   "You just needed someone to talk to," claimed Duo. "Someone that's been through some of the shit you have. I was happy to be there."

   Cutter gave another chuckle and replied "I'm so glad they let me meet you after my release. I definitely needed someone at my corner. I know my dad wouldn't understand."

   Duo stopped walking and told his friend "Ya'll should really talk. Your dad's probably been through the things you have. And I know he's understanding."

   Cutter stopped behind him and responded "That old man's probably going to lecture me just like my mom."

   "Maybe not," Duo replied. "Your dad's not that old you know. I'm sure he has stories that would shock you."

   Cutter felt his left shoulder which had his tattoo using his right hand as he lowered his head with sorrow.

   And he told Duo "Maybe you're right. Reaching out to my dad isn't such a bad idea."

   Duo shook his head and said "You definitely came a long way from the days of usin'. Chances are that you started because you didn't have a support system. Your folks weren't around much, mainly your dad. Now you're living with him."

   Cutter gave a soft yawn and implied "Mom was either working or dealing with her new husband to notice me. And it's not like I had my dad around at that time. That's why I turned to pills."

   Duo placed his left hand on his friend's right shoulder and told him "You know I got your back Bro. We just got through moppin' the floor with the two clowns yesterday. We can get through anything."

   A smiling Cutter placed his left hand on Duo's left wrist and responded "Yeah. I'm sure we'll do okay, even here. This city is the best place for me to start over. My life... And my relationship with my dad."

   Duo shook his head and added "And I'll be there every step of the way you know."

   At a large, frosted area that was surrounded by ocean, a large block of ice stood at the farthest corner. Lowering toward the frozen structure was a familiar individual.

   It was the young-looking man known as Goran. He had fair skin, a well-built body, a strong face, and a pair of warm purple eyes. And his short dark hair had a two-horned style at the top. He wore a collared black shirt with long sleeves along with a pair of black dress-pants, dark-purple socks, and black dress-shoes. He had on a long black coat with long sleeves and it was opened. He also had a large black square with a white skull placed on the front left side of his coat. And he wore a pair of thick black sunglasses.

   Once he stepped foot on the ground of snow, the wicked man looked up at the center of the icy block as two men dressed in white medieval armor hurried behind him as they each carried a long broadsword and a large shield.

   The soldier standing at the left side had yelled "Stop! You are not permitted to stand here!"

   And the other told the intruder "You will leave here at once!"

   A calm Goran slowly turned and began facing the two soldiers with no emotion.

   "This is sacred ground!" replied the soldier remaining at the left side. "You must leave or suffer!"

   "Do not interfere with me," Goran said in a stern voice.

   "We will remove you if you do not comply!" yelled the soldier standing at the right.

   Then Goran lifted his glasses which revealed his enchanted eyes. Both of the soldiers were soon retrained as if each of them were tied by rope.

   "By the gods!" cried the soldier at the left.

   And the other soldier yelled "What sorcery is this?"

   Goran gave a charming smile and responded "Just stand there for a moment. I'll help myself."

   He faced the large block of ice once again as a third eye opened on his forehead.

   Goran called in a pleasant voice "Release!"

   And cracks began to form on many parts until the block of ice finally blew into shattering pieces.

   "No!" yelled the soldier at the left.

   The other soldier yelled "Curse you Outlander!"

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i - your grandma must have been strong

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"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you."

index

You zipped your last luggage closed, huffing tiredly as you stood up. You looked around you- your empty room, your plain, pink walls that were once decorated with many posters and pictures, your floor that was once covered by a big fluffy white rug and some clothes and stuffed toys.

You sigh, smiling. You were surely going to miss this place. Your back tingles as you turn around to see your mother leaning on the door frame, looking at you with sad eyes.

"Do you have to go?" Her voice is soft and calming- it always has been. She's the only person who could ever calm you down especially when your father left the two of you to work at the Heroes Association in Japan.

"I want to be able to protect people. Children, women, the elderly... I wanna be someone people can depend on. Someone you can depend on." You place a hand on her arm which she covers with her own, he warm palm along with her soft smile about to send you to tears.

She nods, walking inside your room to help with your baggage. "The movers just finished loading up your other stuff. All we need is your excess baggage." She pushes the luggage towards the door, you mirroring her actions.

She cups both of your cheeks, looking you at you with adoring, glassy eyes. It's your first time being separated from your mother in you sixteen years of existence. The two have always been attached to the hip, you traveled everywhere together, even as the two of you had constant arguments you could never stay mad at each other for too long.

She was the only one you had.

"Stay safe in Japan, okay? If your father gave you a hard time, call me. I'll pick you up no matter what time it is, no matter where you are. I love you." She kisses your forehead and you finally let your tears fall as you wrap your hands around her thing wrists.

"I love you so much mom." You sob, hanging your head as your mother wrapped her arms around you. You hear a voice of a woman through the speakers, telling you your flight was taking off in a few minutes.

You quickly give your mother a kiss on the cheek before letting one of your guards assist you with your bags. You waved good bye to your mom and soon after, your trusted body guard.

You were on your way to Japan, to a new life, a new school, new friends and hopefully to reach your new goal: to prove yourself worthy of becoming a hero without your father's help.

You walk towards the giant gates of UA, taking a deep breath before finally taking a step inside the campus. Your heart thumped on your chest nervously as your palms began to prespire. You kept your eyes forward, not wanting to do anything with the teens around you as your only goal was to pass the entrance exam. You walked inside the building you were lead to, taking a seat at the very back in fear of attracting any unwanted attention.

"What's up UA candidates?! Thanks for tuning into me your school DJ! Just as your application said, today you will be conducting your exams in seven different locations! Your location has been assigned to you in the paper you were given." The loud blond man with long hair swept way to the back of his head announced, making you click your tongue. Not to be a mood buster, but isn't he being a little too loud?

You take the piece of paper he was talking about, eyes lower to read the letter that's written on it. Test Location: Battle Center C.

"Excuse me sir but I have a question." Your eyes fall to a purple-headed boy with glasses whose hand is raised. The blond teacher acknowledges him and he begins talking about how there are four villains in the paper you were given and not only three.

He then begins running his mouth about how a minor mistake such as this would be an embarrassment for a school such as UA. You scoff, muttering something about having a stick up his ass.

After the teacher ended his speech, you along with the other students began piling out of the room and to your designated battle centers. As you enter your specified location, you take out the black leather gloves from your pocket, wearing them. You clenched and unclenched your hands to make sure that it fit you well.

"Hey grandma." An unfamiliar voice catches your attention, unfortunately for you the rude nickname was directed towards you.

"Grandma?" You raise a brow, unsure what he meant by it.

"You white hair reminds me of my grandma's." He snickers, pointing at the white streaks of hair you have beside either sides of your face as a few other students chuckling behind him. He looks plain, very, very boring. "Why don't you give up on this exam, grandma? Your knees may start hurting."

The signal went off and the robots began moving behind you. As you kept a straight face, your hands begin glowing a blinding white light as a black with blue and silver accent claymore appears in your hands. You run to your left, applying your speed quirk as you ran towards the gigantic robots, swinging your sword vertically.

The slash creates the same blinding white light, the robots, the buildings and concrete ground that the light touches all disintegrating into nothing. You speed into the other robots, stealing the targets of other students as you accumulated your points. Once you finish and only a few robots are left, you return to your spot to where the plain-looking boy along with his little friends were still standing at, jaws hanging eyes blown wide.

"You grandma must have been very strong."

"I got in." You say into your phone and you hear your mother squeal in delight from the other end of the line. A smile breaks into your face and you feel your phone vibrate, signaling a new notification. As you pull your phone away to see what it is, your eyes widen in surprise as you read your notification banner.

'Mom' sent you $100.

"Mom what the heck is the money for?" You chuckle. "I'm not there with you but I want you to celebrate getting into UA. So go use the money and spoil yourself."

"Mom you don't have to-"

"Okay, mom mode off. I demand you go and award yourself eith the money I sent you." Your mom's tone switches from soft and caring to cold and demanding, making you chuckle. "That doesn't suit you at all." You laugh, you can practically /hear/ your mom pout at the other line.

"Okay, okay. I'll do as you say. Thank you, mom. I love you."

"I love you more my baby."

The call ends and you change out of your usual sweats and oversized tee. You put on a black spaghetti strap and high-wasted mom jeans. You hoop in a black belt and fold the ankles of your pants to show your white sock inside your checkered vans. You finish the look with medium-sized hoop earrings and a oversized red zip-up jacket which you leave unzipped with one shoulder hanging off.

You step out of your apartment, pocketing your keys and taking a deep breath in. Japan is just so beautiful, the scenery, the buildings, even the weather was perfect. You strut down your apartment building, scrolling through your phone as you searched for cafes nearby. It was a five minute walk of calm and relaxing vibes. You step into the cafe, eyes darting around the adorable cottage-core aesthetic it had going.

"Hey my name is Mio. What can I get for you this lovely afternoon?" The cashier beams brightly, your day becoming better and better with every move you make. "I'll have a strawberry shortcake as well as a strawberr frappe with extra foam, strawberry syrup and strawberries." You beam back at her and she takes your order with a bright smile, tapoing away on the computer's screen.

"Does your life depend on strawberries or something?" A rough and deep voice asks behind you, causing you to turn around. Once you do, your eyes widen at the sight of a young blond with vermilion eyes. He looked around your age.

"I like strawberries. Is it that big of a sin?" You ask, soft smile across your face as you cross your arms together. The guy had such piercing eyes, those red orbs looked like they could trap you in them forever.

"Not what I'm saying, but if you're that much of a strawberry fan, I recommend their strawberry pop tarts." His eyes drop to the display fridge beside you and your eyes follow his, landing on the adorable little tarts with red jam on top of them.

Just as you were about to order them, the cashier speaks up. "Your total is 1,500 yen." She smiles brightly, making you pout. You didn't want to cause more trouble for her seeing as your bill has already been printed by the machine.

You scan their QR code, paying virtually as she hands you your buzzer. "We'll give you a signal whrn your order is ready. You can find a seat and wait there thank you!"

You turn around at the blond who's looking at you expectantly, "I guess I'll have to try your recommendation some other time." You smile at him, walking off to the table catering two chairs. It was seated at the far back of the cafe, away from the many customers the cafe had.

You began scrolling through your social media, liking the posts of your past classmates and chuckling at some memes you saw.

A plate full of the same tarts with red jam is placed on your white table and you didn't have to look to see who it was. "Is this you way of flirting with me, rubies?" You ask, looking up at him with a teasing, smug smile. His face contorts into annoyance, "Hah? Flirting with you?" He scoffs, "Not a chance. And who're you calling rubies?"

"Your eyes remind me of rubies. They're pretty."

The blond's face relaxes and you push the seat across from you, silently telling him to sit down. He does as 'told', huffing as he watches you pick of a tart and bring it over to your lips. You bite on it, eyes widening as the flavor explodes in your mouth. It tastes sweet but not the sickeningly sweet kind, it's soft soft in the inside and lightly crunchy on the outside.

"You look like you just ate food made by gods." He chuckles, "You look dumb."

"But it really does taste so good!" You've never felt this much excitement since you found out you got into UA. And that speaks a lot given that you've only ever felt this kind of feeling with your mom.

"I should have bought the entire stock if I knew you liked it that much." Your heart skipped at his words. What is this feeling? You felt nervous all of a sudden, you can barely contain your smile and somehow, you didn't want to go home yet. This is a very new feeling for you. It's kind of... scary.

"I'm L/n."

Idiot. Stop it.

"L/n Y/n." You extend your hand towards him which he looks at for a few moments before taking. You shake both of your hands with a soft smile, your thoughts going haywire at how soft his palms feel.

"Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou."

You pull your hand away, finishing the last piece of strawberry pop tart on your plate before your buzzer turns on. You pick it up, standing up. "Thanks for the tarts. See you around, rubies."

"Call me that one more time and I'll blow your face up."

You snicker, smirking. "Whatever you say, rubies."

[the-fiction-witch]

The Rugged Cowboy

Media: Godless (Netflix 2017)

Character: Whitey Winn (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Couple: Whitey Winn X Reader

Rating: Adorable

Concept: Inspiration for a Novel

I arrived at the small ex-mining town and tied my horse Lizzy to the post outside the hotel. I noticed immediately how empty the town felt but I suppose this late many people would be tucked in their beds. Still I expect more life then this, the hotel as quiet as a mouse only one light inside, the bar deathly quiet too.

"Curious and curiouser" I muttered more to me, myself and I as I brushed a little dust and dirt from my dress.

I heard a sound that made me look up, it was the wooden saloon doors on the bar creaking open, only the one. And a person emerged there hand still holding open the one side of the wooden doors dirt coated there clearly well worked and callis hands. Boots clopped onto the wooden bar porch with heavy steps causing the wood to creak no spurs or metal works to glint or clink. The feet within them took two firm steps onto the porch and stopped their legs apart, said legs where hugged closely by these pants made of an odd material leaving small textured striped thought-out them but vertical stripes almost giving the illusion of higher height. Which in all fairness did not help the illusion of thinness to his legs and body then again I wasn't so sure it was an illusion. On his hips sat two brown leather gun belts in polar opposite directions meaning he had a gun on each hip 45's or so I thought from here white handled and well cared for, the bullet belts crossed over his pants buttons one buckle at the front the other at the back. Meaning they both faced the way to be quickly drawn. A once white button down about his person hidden mostly below an off green and grey rough shirt with half buttons from the top down stopping at his stomach with no buttons any further, sleeves to his wrists, a deputy badge glinted in the evening light the pin of which stuffed not so straight thought his top pocket. His skin so dirty you could barely see bare skin, hair graced his upper lip even if It was straggly, Ill groomed and patchy where it clearly didn't grow well and yet he refused to accept it and let it grow anyway. A small amount tickled his chin but it was barely noticeable thought the dirt, he had chocolate eyes with small flecks of gold like honey in melted chocolate, long straggly unkept hair that looked as it had been washed in the fair year of 1881, like if you ran your hand thought it one your fingers would be lost In a forest of knots and you'd be left with enough grease on your hand to coat a frying pan. He pulled back his hair and sat on his head a light beige Stetson hat. Once it sat squarely on his head he chewed his inner lip and glanced about the place. 

He saw me and a smile crept to his lips, he staggered over, not drunk or confused more as if attempting to be aloof and have an air of distant confidence about him, or as I used to call it the 'aren't I attractive and mysterious' walk. The moment he got close to me I noticed his scent and I believed my concerns about when he last washed his hair may have been correct. As his body smelt as ripe as a cowboy could be as if on the trail for six months without bath or shower it almost made me want to step away from him.

"Howdy little lady" he smiled to me "ain't seen ya around these parts before?" His twang clear he was from here and likely didn't get much of a elocution lesson in his lifetime 

"Pleasure to meet you" I smiled not wanting to be rude to the boy 

"What's it brings a pretty little thin' like yaself to labelle then?" He asks 

"Just bought myself a little place here, I hoped for the peace and quiet" I answered "could you point me in the direction of the sheriff if you please" 

"He ain't here." He says "gone off… bloody hell knows where." He shrugs "but deputy Whitey Winn at your service little lady" he smiled offering his hand having already noted his hands dirt I almost didn't want to but I didn't want to be rude 

"Y/n y/l/n, charmed" I smiled letting him give my hand a kiss and his smile grew 

"So your y/n y/l/n. Whole towns been a buzz about ya" he laughed"I have to admit I didn't imagine ya bein' quiet so beautiful" 

"Thank you" I blushed a little

"I did give one of ya publishin's a read. Or well I tried to."

"Which one?"

"The garden of roses" he nods

"How'd you find it?"

"Beautiful but difficult"

"How so?"

"Alot of big words. Didn't get thought it in the end"

"Well I'll be happy to explain some of them if you'd like Master Winn"

"Ohh." He smirked "never had a young lady call me that before" he smirked "but I won't stop ya darlin'" he winked "I'll grab Mary Agnes I'm sure she'll know about ya house and all" he says 

"Thank you" I smiled

I expect him to walk off and find this Mary Agnes but

"OI! MAGGIE!" he yelled across town much to my surprise 

"What!" A voice yelled back

"That writer girls here!" 

"Coming!" She yelled back

"She won't be a moment" he says 

Soon enough the woman in question arrived

"Good evening miss y/l/n. Sorry about whitey" she said 

"It's quite alright, he was perfectly pleasant" I laughed 

"Bring your things we'll get you settled" she says 

"Of course" I smiled getting my horse 

"No. No let me little lady" whitey jumped in taking my horses rains 

"You're sure?"

"Course" he nods so I followed Mary Agnes to my little house much as it has been described to me she handed me the key and I got little Lizzy settled in the stable whitey unloading my things into my house for me 

"Thank you very much for your help Master Winn"

"Your welcome little lady. You've had a long enough trip. I'll let ya get settled. Ya need anythin' I'll likely be in the office. Or if ya can't find me, my house is just across the way" he says "ya need anythin' mornin', noon or night it's no trouble" 

"Thank you"

"Maybe if ya feelin' up to it in the mornin' I'd be happy to give ya a tour of town and all"

"That sounds lovely, but we shall see how the day goes"

"Course yeah. Well I'll get out ya hair" he laughed "I'm sure I'll be seein ya around miss y/l/n" he smiled giving my hand another kiss "I'll leave ya to your unpackin'" he says heading down from my porch 

"Master Watts?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for you kind assistance"

"No trouble for such a lovely lady" he smiled tipping his hat to me before he heading off into town 

I laughed a little but headed Inside unpacking all my things and rearranging some of the furniture it already had in it setting my typewriter on the desk next to the window seeing out the window the main track of town, the bar, hotel and even the office the light in and window clear to me seeing whitey sat there clearly attempting again to read one of my books I smiled and made myself a tea sitting down for a while loading paper into my typewriter unable to stop looking at the office window.

"Hummm…" I pondered "Chapter one The rugged cowboy" I smiled as I typed "upon arriving in the small old mining town I stopped and caught my breath 'Melody Lane' what have you got yourself into this time..."

[anlian-aishang]

Kinktober Day 28: Sub, Praise, Pegging

Hope I’m not late for kinktober! Can u do a sub!Levi where he has a praise kink? Love your writing btw!!!

Word count: 1400 Tags: smut, levi x reader, pegging, sub!levi, fem!reader

Remember! Levi hates art theft.

No matter how many times you had tied him up, each of his submissions  managed to take your breaths away, both of yours. Each of your inhales felt calculated as you watched him pant on the mattress. You were just as helpless to him as he was to you, but in these roles, you would never admit it.

You smirked, satisfied, you had really outdone yourself this time. Elastic black straps bound his wrists to his ankles, keeping his arms straight down his sides and flat against the mattress. Cold metal bar at his feet kept his legs spread apart, displaying just enough room for you to squeeze between. At the height of it all, a leather necklace - bound to metal links - secured his neck to the bed frame with only slight leeway. When you purchased the chain choker, even with his enthusiasm, you wondered if you were going too far. As you took him in now, though, all qualms were quelled. Goddamn if he did not look amazing in it.

One hand on your hip enforced your dominant stance. The other stroked your strap-on. “I know I can make it fit…” Your eyes turned sharklike, “The only question is if you can take it.”

His eyes drifted down your body, taking in every inch of your skin. The lower he scanned, the redder he turned. At last, landing at your harness and its length, Levi licked his lips and groaned, “I can take it.”

From the foot of the bed, you smiled, hiked a knee, and began your slow crawl, joining him up there. Right hand propped at the side of his head kept you suspended above him. Left hand brushed his bangs aside, clearing his forehead for some light kisses. He tilted his chin up, silently beckoning to meet your lips. Instead, you went everywhere but there. Tongue traced his temple, jawline, neck. At his clavicle, you bit down. Lungs heaved at the sting, making his warm and sweaty chest meet your latex-clad breast. Hearts beat against each other, silently conveying the mutual adoration of this dom-sub relationship. Beneath the divots of your teeth, the metallic taste of his blood began to dwindle under the skin. You thought about piercing him, but coincidentally, it was the same moment your silicone rubbed against his member, drawing shameful moans. Suddenly, you were reminded that he was already in for enough pain tonight. With a brief kiss, you left his neck alone, sucking dainty bruises down along his chest, abdomen, and V. After what felt like both an eternity and an instant, you found yourselves where it mattered.

You reached to the nightstand and tipped the small glass bottle. A slick and cold wet coated your dildo. As you spread the lubrication, it felt nice on your hands. You let out a single giggle, knowing it would feel even better for him.

Levi tucked his knees towards his chest and outward, a not-so-innocent butterfly, but adorable nonetheless. With himself now completely displayed, he whined, “Is - Is this okay, miss?”  

Of course, this was exactly how you always envisioned him. Flexed abdomen curved into a C. Muscled thighs and calves bent to form vertices. Between his legs, all signs showed that he wanted you, needed you, was begging for you. The fact that he had positioned himself like this on his own intuition, no need to be told, you admired his place. “Look at you…” you snickered, “such a good boy.”

He rolled his head back and sighed. You had not even started the real pleasure, but your words of praise already had him in bliss, “Th - Thank you.”

You raised a brow and your hand, silently communicating, forget something? With a tinge of panic, he amended his thanks, “miss.”

A slight smirk, that’s more like it. You snuck yourself underneath the loop that was made with his legs and the metal bar. He willingly lifted his hips to meet yours. Just outside his entrance, you dwindled the tip. A schlopping sound was made as you stroked your length up and down and up and down with the water-based lube. “You gonna be able to take it, Levi?”

His yearning was so much, it started to ache: muscles spasmed, lips twitched, erection throbbed. Yet, treading lightly was ingrained in his role. His voice broke with anticipation as he moaned his line. “Anything for you.”

“That’s right.” Just like your dominance over him, his submission had the same dire holds on you too. In a split second, your pupils dilated, core ignited, confidence soared as you thrust into him.

Your new purchase was not only longer than anything you had toyed with before, but was also girthier. Wide and frictional silicone was a test of his muscle - a test of his strength. He gripped the sheets and writhed, biting back the naughty words you never allowed. Steel eyes squinted shut, he failed to realize you were not even halfway in. A sadistic smile spread across your face, knowing the surprise that was to come. You drew your hips back at a tantalizing speed before slamming in again. Each fuck faster and harder than the last.

How desperately he wanted to throw his arm to his face, but your bondage kept his hands so uselessly tied to the feet. The best he could do was turn into the pillow, but that did nothing to hide his pitiful expression - the one you adored. His mouth gaped, gasping for air. Tears brimmed beneath his lids. Cries past parted lips accompanied.

“Oh, Levi, baby…” you softened your pace, not your fucking, “You’re doing so well. Doing so well for me.”

“F-For… you....!” When he struggled to speak, you knew you had hit the sweet spot. “F-For you, mas’ter…!”

With each rock of your hips, your infatuations with each other only grew.

You loved the sweat that trickled around his bangs. You loved the pink that warmed across his face. You loved the protruding veins in his neck. You loved that humanity’s strongest was completely and utterly helpless to you. You loved him.

He loved the way your hair fell around your features. He loved the expression that spread across your face. He loved your perked nipples at the tip of bouncing breasts. He loved releasing his reins and submitting to your control. He loved you.

Your gaze descended down his body, admiring his devotion. Even though it was his pleasure you were hitting, his groans that filled the air, you were not sure who was having more fun. “You take it so good, Levi…” you grunted, “so fucking good!”

His breath caught in his throat, managing only the weak yet loud hahs and ahhs that made music to your ears. Past clenched teeth, you praised, “I love the way your ass takes me.”

Muscles untensed just enough to peek an eye open. Shivers quelled just enough to arch his back. Further submitting himself fully to you, he had shoved his pained hips even further down your toy. With tears in his eyes, tears in his skin, he would go to any length and accept any length for you.

Fuck. Each passing second, he was only better and better. You reached down to his member, drenched with precum, and began to jerk him.

You stroked him with the same rhythm that you fucked him, providing a pleasurable pattern that still kept him on his curled toes.

Overstimulating in his ass and at his cock, his voice turned a high-pitched whine. “You - You don’t have to…!”

You wrapped your hand around him tighter, running your thumb in circles around his leaking slit. “No. No. No.” It’s my pleasure. “You’ve earned it.”

What you played off as just a courtesy of his role was actually a build-up to his warning. You don’t have to because I “I - I’m gon’na…!” A handful of pants, “hah! hah-ahh!”

Even past the 8-inch length between you, you could feel him convulse around your sex. Hands twitched in and out of fists. Abdomen flexed through waves of his pleasure. A red rash covered his face and chest. Trembling through his climax, his own cum painted a sound white stream all the way from his chin to his hips. If it was not obvious before, it was even more so now: completely helpless.

You’ve earned it.

Kinktober Year 1 Masterlist

[sugar-petals]

K-Pop Concepts: Kibbe Typing Masterpost

lets kibbe type some k-pop groups doing different stylings.

bts

theatrical romantic - florals, tailoring, watercolor effects, cravats, ruffles

dramatic classic - suit and tie, no accessories or patterns, symmetry, strong contrast, clean sharp lines

natural - leisure wear, relaxed lines, jeans, mix and match, sneakers, simple sweaters

ateez

dramatic - sharp edges, all black, angular hats, asymmetry

dramatic classic - trench coats, sleek tailoring, sophisticated suits, no detail

flamboyant natural - earth tones, bulky materials, long coats

exo

flamboyant natural - wide sleeves, baggy pants, long vertical lines, straps, chunky shoes, strong textures

classic - simple tuxedos, head to toe color, turtlenecks, understated jackets

dramatic - extreme fabrics & geometry, heavy makeup, asymmetry, latex, strong contrast, mostly head to toe color

got7

theatrical romantic - beadings and jewelry, lots of detailing, some sharp shoulders and vertical lines, silk

natural - jeans and classic tees, some vertical line emphasis, relaxed shoulder drapes

soft classic - light draping and colors, symmetry, simple designs, pastel

super m

theatrical romantic - satin, florals, sharp shoulders, waist emphasis

flamboyant gamine - line breaks, animated patterns, stripes/dots, mixed materials

classic - formal wear, soft colors, prep, symmetry, smooth lines

monsta x

soft dramatic - angular silhouettes, velvet, belts, deep asymmetric necklines, head to toe color

flamboyant natural - contrast, aviator jackets, blunt edges, strong materials, tailored collars

natural - wide and rough fabrics, no tailoring, plain tees, hoodies

2ne1

theatrical romantic - glitz and glam, ornaments, stiff fabrics, shimmer, some construction to the lines

natural - padded jackets, fur and jeans, large chains, leather

flamboyant gamine - grunge aesthetic, fishnets, sequins, comic prints, cropped items

girl’s generation

soft natural - waist emphasis, combat boots, workwear, no tailoring, loose hair

soft gamine - bright colors, cropped fabrics, adorable and spunky vibe, lots of accessories and experimental hair, patterns everywhere, creative styling

romantic - feathers, rhinestones, short vertical line, glossy hair, glitter, varieté theatre

red velvet 

soft gamine - bubblegum colors, ruffles and color blocks, short dresses

gamine - straight tailoring, stripes and colors, short hemlines, extravagant fabrics, bright accents, bangs and chokers 

classic - simple colors, clean tailoring, few contrasting elements, symmetry, cocktail cuts and blazers, medium thick fabrics, all minimal

mamamoo

classic - clean cut, no details, symmetrical, minimalistic dresses

soft dramatic - long flowing lines, monocolor, draped gowns, soft fabrics, elegance, long hair, no detailing, no prints and patterns, deep cuts, elven-like 

flamboyant gamine - strong colors, layering, graffiti effects, prints, zippers

[the-broken-truth]

The Queen’s Claim Part 1 - Kamilah Sayeed x Roxanne Wolf (Bloodbound MC)

Summary: Roxanne is - just as her surname - a lone wolf; she keeps her friend circle small and doesn’t trust anyone but that doesn’t mean she won’t have a little fun every now and then to relief stress from her job at Raines Corporation. But what happens when she finds out that her latest one night stand was with Kamilah Sayeed - CEO of  Ahmanet Financial & her boss’s closest friend? And not just that - What happens when Roxanne learns of Kamilah’s Claim to her? After all - The Queen Doesn’t Share.

Warning: Futa MC - Don't Like Then Please Don't Read.

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Roxanne groaned as she reached from under her blankets and reached for the ringing touchscreen phone that rested on her nightstand to the left of her bed. Once it was in her grasp, she lifted her aching head before opening one eye to look at the contact of the person who was calling her on her day off; while she was having a massive fucking hangover.

Calling: Adrian Raines

'Why is Mr. Raines calling me on my day off?' Roxanne growled in her mind before she accepted the call on the 4th ring, placing the phone to ear but making sure her cheek didn't touch the screen.

"Hello?" Roxanne asked in a very tired and slurred voice.

"Good morning, Roxanne. I apologize for waking you up on your day off but I am in dire need of your help at the moment." Mr. Raines greeted her.

"What can I help you with, Mr. Raines?" Roxanne asked after she cleared her throat to speak clearly to her boss.

"The Assistant that was supposed to work today had a sudden emergency and called in at the last minute and I need help with the meeting I have with the CEO of Ahmanet Financial & a few others today. Can you please come in for the duration of the meeting? I'll pay you for your time." Mr. Raines explained. As much as she wanted to remain in bed and sleep away from her hangover, she knew she could use the extra money.

"Of course, Mr. Raines. I can be there in 30 minutes. There just one problem, I don't have any professional attire to wear for the time I'm there." Roxanne explained.

"That's quite alright, Roxanne. You won't be working the entire day so you can come in classic attire if that's better. I will see you in 30 minutes." With that, Adrian hung up on his end.

Roxanne sat up in her bed, causing her long back hair to fall in front of her face. She moves her black locks from her eyes - letting them adjust to the sunlight - before she got out of bed and started getting ready: she took a quick shower, got dressed in her black jeans, white t-shirt with a tribal wolf howling over her heart, her black boots, and her black leather jacket with metal spikes on her shoulders. She watched herself in the mirror as she tied her hair in a bun on the top of her head. Opening the cabinet, she took two hangover relief pills before she walked back to her nightstand to get her phone and her car keys, leaving her bedroom; only to run into her roommate and best friend - Lily Spencer - in the living room.

"Hey, Roxy Wolf! Where you off to in such a hurry?" Lily asked as she looked up from her game.

"My boss called and asked me to come in to help with a meeting with some big-time CEOs or council members since the assistant that was supposed to help today didn't come in." Roxanne said as she looked at her purple-haired friend.

"Anyway, what happened last night? I thought you went out drinking." Lily asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I did. Had a little fun and came back home." Roxanne said.

"Damn - Roxy Wolf Strikes Again! Breaking hearts and minds with her incredible dick game!" Lily announced.

"Damn it, Lily. You didn't have to say that." Roxanne said through locked teeth.

"It's not my fault you have more one-night stands than you do leather jackets. Honestly, you should be careful; not every girl is going to accept you hitting and quitting them." Lily warned.

"You tell me that every time, I'm always careful. I don't do love - I just need stress relief from time to time." Roxanne said as she made her way to the door. She bid Lily goodbye before she left her apartment.

[About 25 Minutes Later]

Roxanne made it through the doors of Raines Corporation with five minutes to spares; that was a small victory in her mind. She smiled to herself as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to the meeting floor. After the ride up, Roxanne plopped a mint in her mouth in hopes to remove any trace of alcohol from her breath; once she was certain that there was none, she stepped over to the large white double doors and knocked firmly but respectively upon the wooden surface.

"Who is it?" The voice of Adrian Raines called out from the other side.

"It's Roxanne, Mr. Raines." Roxanne answered in a clear voice. She waited for a while until the door open and the smiling face of Adrian Raines appeared in the threshold.

"Roxanne, thanks again for this. Please, come in a meet the other Council Members." Adrian said as he moved aside and allowed Roxanne to come into the room behind him where 5 other people were waiting.

"Roxanne - I would like you to meet the Council." He began as he gestured to the closest person to him. "This is Adam Vega - He is the U.S. Senate." Adrian explained as he gestured at a tall tan man with black hair gelled back with a matching goatee in a tan suit with a white undershirt.

"Pleased to meet you, Sir." Roxanne said with a respectful bow of her head.

"Pleasure is mine, Ms. Wolf. Adrian speaks highly of you and I can see why seeing as you arrived here earlier than you were expected." Adam said with a small smile upon his face. Adrian continued with the introductions.

"This is Cecil Romano IV - also known as the Baron. He's the Owner of the Shrike and has much influence in the community." Adrian said as he pointed at a rather fat man in a purple suit with vertical white lines, a grey vest with a white undershirt, and a blue tie. He had grey hair with a mustache - for some reason, the more Roxanne looked at him, all she saw was a fat mafia boss that ate too much pasta for dinner...and breakfast.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Romano." Roxanne said, biting her tongue in hopes to not laugh at this fat man.

"Hmph." That was all he said - maybe his throat was too clogged with pasta sauce to give a proper introduction. Adrian moved on.

"This is Lester Castellanos - The CEO of Castellanos Meats." Adrian introduced the man - He has brown skin and brown eyes. He has black curly hair and a beard that is graying. He wears a beige business suit with a white shirt underneath. Something about him made Roxanne's blood curl.

"Hello, Mr. Castellanos." Roxanne began, only to be cut off by the laughter of this weird man.

"Please, call me Lester. Or Daddy. Whichever you prefer." Lester gave his best 'gentleman' smile but all he looked like was a pedo.

"I...don't think I will be calling you either." Roxanne said as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"And why not, sweetie?" Lester asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because I'm pretty sure I have more girls calling me 'Daddy' than you do." Roxanne said with a smirk; making everyone else in the room chuckle at what she said but Lester just looked confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked but before Roxanne could answer, a slim light brown hand got in Lester's face and pushed him away from Roxanne as a rather alluring female voice called out.

"It means she has a bigger dick than yours, Lester. I know I can see it." A woman with light brown skin, long, wavy, dark brown hair, and brown eyes said as she looked into Roxanne's silver eyes - this woman...she was dangerous, in both a good and bad way.

"Nice to meet you, Sexy. I'm Priya Lacroix - I'm a world-class fashion designer. I'm sure you've heard of me." Priya asked with a voice a smooth as honey but as sharp as a dagger's edge but Roxanne just looked into her eyes with a smirk as she took Priya's hand into hers and brought it to her lips.

"That I have, Ms. Lacroix. Only a fool would not know you." Roxanne smirked as she placed a kiss on the back of Priya's hand, making the woman smile even wider.

"I like you and I'd like to get to know you better, once this meeting is over and done with." Priya purred as her hand turned upright in Roxanne's hand, her nails grazing under to black-haired woman's chin with the most dangerous of touches. Before Roxanne could speak, another voice rang out into the air.

"Get your hands off her, Priya." This voice was angry...offended...and...

'Familiar? Where have I heard that voice before?' Roxanne asked herself as she looked in the direction of the voice - her eyes widened as they met familiar brown eyes.

The woman that stood before them was around 5'3'' - She had light brown skin, straight brown hair, and brown eyes. She wore a purple jacket over a white shirt, dark purple pants, and a necklace - That necklace was one that Roxanne had seen before.

"Geez, Kamilah. What's wrong with you?" Adrian asked. Before turning back to Roxanne. "Oh, Roxanne. This is Kamilah Sayeed - She's the CEO of Ahmanet Financial & my closest friend." Adrian smiled but the horrified look on Roxanne's face made him look worried. "Roxanne, is something wrong?" He asked.

"She knows who I am, Adrian." Kamilah said as she began walking closer to Roxanne while Priya moved away to get a better look.

"She does?" Adrian asked. "How?"

"Because..." The intimidating Egyptian CEO looked down the into wide silver eyes of Roxanne, who could have sworn the eyes of the woman before her were turning red. " She shared my bed last night...and I claimed her body." Kamilah said with a dangerous smirk on her face. Everyone looked shocked at this information - except Priya, she looked pissed. While all this was going on, all Roxanne could think was...

'MY LAST ONE-NIGHT STAND WAS MY BOSS'S FRIEND?!! WAIT...WHAT DID SHE MEAN WHEN SHE SAID SHE CLAIMED ME?!!'  

"So..." Kamilah began as she leaned in closer to Roxanne's ear. " Did you really think that I would let you get away from me?" She purred as the tip of her tongue grazed the shell of Roxanne's ear, making her shutter.

'Ah, shit. Lily was right...I'm in trouble.'

[End of Part One - To Be Continued]