#queen mattress costume

[bananna-threads]

Star #5/15 is added to the night sky!

"Are you going to post every single star???" Yes. Yes I am. Helps with my motivation 😅 God knows I need it. Anyone else struggle with...doing anything at all?

Credit to Wombat Quilts' "Starry Night"

[a-certain-romance]

Kinktober fic #2: Kafka & Himeko + Handcuffs

Characters/Ships: Kafka & Himeko x reader

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, mentions of drinking, mentions of drinking, biting, some masturbation, grinding, some degradation & praise

“When did she have the time to book a dj?”

It came to no surprise that Kafka went out for Halloween. Year after year, she sets up a grand party for the spooky occasion. Different themes for different years of course, and each one never ceases to amaze you.

“It’s Kafka, she has her ways” Himeko slides up beside you, snaking an arm around your waist. You jump slightly in surprise, how was she able to hear you over the blaring music? Himeko was dressed head to toe in a sexy police uniform—an accidental arrangement made by you one night. Himeko took the phrase good cop bad cop to heart and found the perfect criminal costume for you to wear. Kafka was in a similar uniform somewhere around her house.

She had some protest about it, muttering about how she wanted to do something involving spiders. But one look at your pleading faces convinced her otherwise.

Himeko leans into you, “We’ve been waiting for you” she murmurs, tugging at the collar of your garment. “You know, I think the orange really brings out your eyes”.

She pulls you closer to her side and her blunt nails scratch your side gently. You didn’t have the liquid courage to mention how the color brings out her hair instead. She leads you around to the center floor. The drinks continued to pour as the night wears on, eventually finding Kafka making her rounds with different groups.

Your two girlfriends are always…interesting when drunk.

Kafka’s reaction is always a gamble. Sometimes she’s philosophical, sometimes she’s quiet. It really depends on the crowd. And with her eyes on you tonight, she’s especially clingy. There isn’t a moment where she strays too far after finding you and Himeko.

As for Himeko, she’s a little different. Always the one to carry herself with such poise and politeness. So when she gets a little bit tipsy, she starts to relax a little. She’s still calm and collected, but she starts to let loose without the worry of being in control. And little by little, she starts to loose her filter as well. This Himeko loves to whisper dirty sayings into your’s and Kafka’s ears with an almost complete straight face. She’s laughs it off like nothing, but she makes true to her promises every single time.

The two of them end up cornering you against a counter in the kitchen. “You two are just too tempting to resist. What am I to do with you both?” Kafka murmurs.

Himeko tugs against your shirt, “Im sure we can figure that out in the bedroom~”

The 3 of you clumsily make your way up the stairs and into Kafka’s room. Himeko shoves you down into the queen sized mattress as Kafka locks the door. Himeko’s tongue makes its way into your mouth and she holds you in place for a sloppy make-out session. With her teeth biting your lip, her hands pry open the buttons from your top.

“Himeko, let’s arrest her” Kafka teases, twirling a set of silver handcuffs in between her fingers. Himeko laughs when she sees them and forces you to your knees on the bed.

Kafka yanks your hands forward. She circles your wrists with the smooth metal and clasps it tight. She tosses the key behind her after locking them shut and wastes no time to start biting your shoulder.

Himeko’s lipstick smudges into your lips once again. Kafka’s red wine marks immediately follow along your collarbone. Himeko gasps when the two of you part, and then makes her way to your neck. Her lips suck bright red spots into your neck.

Their touching has you in a frenzy. Your thighs rub together impatiently. They don’t seem to pay attention to your movements yet, so there’s no shame in satisfying yourself in the meantime, right? You bring your cuffed hands down to your core. Your fingers subtly slide under your underwear to find some relief. They’re too distracted with your neck and chest to notice the added pressure to your clit.

The pleasure from them both is too much, and an accidental moan catches the attention of Kafka.

“I know you’re desperate, but did we ever give you permission to touch yourself?” Kafka tuts. She reaches down and grips your forearm tightly, pulling it away from its previous position. “Oh you helpless thing, maybe we she cuff your legs apart too. Sluts like you love being tied down. Should I bring out the spreader bar?”

You whine softly at the loss of pressure. Kafka’s grip leaves nail indents in your smooth skin. You protest. Your legs quiver with want.

“Aw, does being mean make you wet?”

“Play nice, Kafka. We teased her for hours, she can’t help being needy.”

“Patience is a virtue, Himeko. She needs to learn it. But I suppose we can make an exception for tonight and save the discipline for another day. Go ahead, grind on my thigh. Yes, just like that.” She remarks, letting you settle on her lap.

Shakily, you slowly drag your clothed cunt back and forth along Kafka’s thighs. Small wet patches start to stain her costume from you motions. Kafka craves more of your touch. You let her guide your cuffed wrists over her head so they circle her neck. Her lips press to yours now that you’re close enough.

Behind you, Himeko’s breasts press against your back. She kisses the back of your neck. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for us? If you follow our directions well, we just might reward you~” Himeko’s slender fingers grasp your hips and rock your body deeper onto Kafka’s thighs.

Kafka’s tongue grazes your top lip. A particular thrust sends you forward and allows her tongue to slip into your mouth. Kafka groans when her tongue meets your own. Her strokes were enough to leave you breathless and more wanton than before.

“Please,” you exhale, “I need your fingers”

“I think you’re perfect like this.” Kafka sighs against your lips. Himeko caresses your soft chest, cupping your breasts in unison and massaging them gently. “I agree with Kafka. I think you’ve earned your reward. You’ve been such a good girl, following our orders so obediently. You deserve to cum like this, and then we can take you any way you want after.” Himeko helps you slide off your underwear before repositioning you back on Kafka’s thighs. Himeko nips gently at your neck before her hands go back to your hips, rocking you with more force.

Your body writhes between the two of them. Himeko’s thrusts are moving your hips perfectly at just the right angle. You let out a moan by Kafka’s ear. She raises a brow, then bounces her leg up to meet your core. Your gasps turn into louder moans until you release all over her thighs.

“I want a turn with her” Himeko pouts, twirling your hair with her finger. Kafka’s gloved fingers run through your hair.

“We have all night, I don’t see why not.”

Hours later, the party has long stopped and the break of the morning sun rises above nearby houses. Kafka and Himeko are curled into your sides, enveloping you in warmth.

“So,” you start, “where’s the key to unlock these cuffs?”

Silence.

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

1. Fairytale

From the june prompts. Set in the "accidental baby acquisition" au.

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For a decade, Anetra did not have a semblance of a sleep schedule, and that was how she liked it. She made her own hours, she was her own man. It meant she could go out in the middle of the week and get fucked up, then sleep it off until past noon and wake up fresh as a lettuce, knowing she had all night to catch up on work. That was the life.

And now here she is, eleven pm and exhausted already, struggling not to fall asleep in her baby sister’s tiny bed, again. It’s so bad for her back.

“Milena, please, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“I’m uncomfortable,” Milena complains, tossing and turning under the sheets.

She’s already asked for a glass of water, an extra blanket, a story, but nothing’s working tonight.

“Alright, wanna read another book?” Anetra attempts, rubbing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Goodnight Moon? The Very Hungry Caterpillar? The Cat in the Hat?”

Milena shakes her head at all the options. She’s quickly getting bored of the small collection of books she has, since they need to read at least two every night before she can fall asleep. Anetra should take her to a bookstore soon. That would make a good Saturday. God, she’s gotten so lame.

“Can you tell me a story? A new story.”

“What kind of story? A fairytale?” Milena nods and turns to face Anetra, expectant, curling her hands under her cheek.

“‘Kay. Hm.” Her eyes keep closing on their own. “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a princess– no, a queen, ‘cause she had a crown and stuff.”

“Princesses have crowns,” Milena informs her.

And then, Anetra feels tiny hands and feet dig into her body as Milena climbs over her to get down from the bed and go to her costume trunk.

“No, Mile, it’s late, buddy, it’s bedtime,” Anetra says, sitting up. “Come lay down.”

Milena obeys, like always, but she managed to find a tiara and she puts it on as she goes. Anetra sets her in bed again, but then Milena can’t lay down comfortably with the plastic tiara, and when she tries to take it off, she finds it got tangled in her hair and it hurts when she pulls on it. Anetra tries but doesn’t fare better, and Milena’s almost at the point of tears when Sasha appears on the doorframe like she knows she’s needed.

“What’s going on, girls?”

“I can’t take it off,” Milena explains in a wobbly voice.

“Oh, baby.”

Sasha sits at the foot of the bed and reaches for Milena, who immediately leaves Anetra’s side for Sasha’s. Quickly and painlessly, Sasha detangles the tiara from Milena’s hair without pulling on it once. Just another item in the long list of evidence that Sasha is magical in Anetra’s head.

Sasha kisses the top of Milena’s head and they get her under the covers again.

“Can you stay until I’m asleep? Netra’s going to tell us a story!”

“Really?” Sasha asks with too much mirth.

Anetra rolls her eyes and pats the bed, and Sasha lays down so that Milena is in the middle. Her fingers thread through Milena’s hair, and Anetra starts the story again.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a queen with a crown– though princesses can have crowns, too,” Anetra corrects herself before Milena does.

Milena nods approvingly and scoots back into Sasha’s arms, finally relaxing.

“The queen was beautiful, with dark hair and green eyes, and she gave the warmest hugs.” Anetra waits for Sasha to catch on and give her that bashful smile she loves so much. “She also had the prettiest smile.”

Sasha shoves her shoulder for that one, then goes back to playing with Milena’s hair. The queen in the story goes through odd adventures and befriends forest creatures and engages in general queen-ness, and by the time she gets her true love’s kiss, Milena is sound asleep.

“Do you wanna stay over?” Anetra whispers to Sasha on the other side of the pillow.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’s late. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch. You need to sleep on a mattress, old lady.”

“Oh, and you think you’re chicken? Who’s the one falling asleep before midnight?”

“The same person who got woken up at six by a tiny creature staring at me from my bedside. I almost had a heart attack.”

Sasha muffles her giggles on the pillow, and Anetra thinks she couldn’t even dream up a queen more beautiful than her.

[droughtofapathy]

I've already seen the Encores! Once Upon a Mattress, so I know the costume design: cheap and uninspired, though I'm not blaming the designer given the intended purpose is a two-week concert engagement. But please for the love of god, stop mounting Broadway transfers of Encores! shows without sprucing them up a bit. The Winnifred costumes were some of the worst I've ever seen, and I had to sit through A Doll's House. And I know, I just know, they're not changing Sutton's costumes so that she can do her tedious tumbling act, but at least give Ana Gasteyer a cunty costume with a proper headdress.

Look at what we've had before:

Versus what we got at Encores!

Harriet Harris, I adore you, and the sleeves are great, but you deserved such a better crown. Where is the campy cunty cumbersome headdress that takes up an entire doorframe? Queen Aggravain is not a subtle woman. She needs a crown befitting her inflated sense of self.

[comatosebunny09]

Halloweenie 🎃

Day 1 of my self-proclaimed Softober. Warnings: Modern AU, Language, Mentions of Alcohol Use, Female Reader, Implied Naughtiness

It’s 7:12 AM.

You awaken to the sun at your back, a fuzzy comforter clutched to your bosom, and a warm body melded to yours. 

Kyojuro’s features peek from fiery, ruffled locks. He’s soft and unguarded while he rests; slightly parted lips, relaxed brows, and a youthful charm wafting off his skin kissed by brilliant sun rays. He’s ten kinds of alluring in your eyes, juxtaposing the lively man he presents to the world. You tear yourself from his calming embrace, remis to your heart, screaming for you to sleep a bit longer. Giggle as Kyojuro whines quietly from the loss of your warmth. Kicks and thrashes, groping for you on your empty side of the mattress, further entangling himself in delicate linen and his drunken slumber.

Linoleum tiles are glacial on your toes whilst you tiptoe into the bathroom. Light floods the sterile space, and you squint against its brilliance. In the mirror, you ingest your visage of awkward juts of bone, smeared mascara, mottled skin, and disheveled hair. A crimson cape sits on your shoulders, complimenting your rumpled vampire mistress ensemble—in your drunken haste and laughter the previous night, neither of you managed to get your Halloween costumes off. Just landed in the bed with the finesse of sandbags. Slept so soundly amid a mess of limbs and moonlight, donning identical smiles as your breaths intermingled and sleep claimed you. 

Your plastic fangs clatter on the floor when Kyojuro creeps up behind your reflection, twining his arms around your waist. He slots his head into the crook of your shoulder, kneading gentle arcs into your round belly. Then, he watches you intently with a crooked smile and lidded, whisky eyes. Sways your body to an unheard song, wordlessly appreciating you. Fuck, this man is unreal. 

“Gonna shower,” you say, finally cracking under the weight of that gaze. Your eyes dart from his, heat branching up your neck. He nods with an approving hum and dislodges himself from you with a step back. You rummage through your makeup bag for a hair tie, attention averted. Attempt to slink away from his overpowering presence, but then…

Kyojuro, without warning, pilfers your breath. You’re wide-eyed as he twirls you ‘round and lifts you onto the counter as if you weigh nothing. Swiftly kneels before you as a knight would to his queen, his gaze fixated on yours. From here, he slowly peels your black stockings from your legs while saying, “You can’t hide from me, gorgeous.” You can’t fight down the flush inhabiting your cheeks this time, and the room comes to life with his laughter because of it. Dizzy with yearning, you lean back against the mirror whilst he kisses your ankle, his sweltering lips fastened there longer than necessary. He scorches a trail upward to your shin, kneecap, inner thigh. Imprints saccharine words into your skin, worshipping you like the ethereal being you are.

Of the many ways a woman finds herself in pure bliss, you knew a great deal of them thanks to Rengoku Kyojuro, your limber digits nestling into his hair whilst he ventures closer to the vertex of your thighs. 

Masterlist | Day 2 >>

[costumeloverz71]

Carol Burnett as Queen Aggravain in Once Upon A Mattress (2005).. Costume by Bob Mackie.

[fanaticsnail]

meant to send this yesterday but the sleepy got me so....

Off to an amazing start with my dad coming up behind me during opening credits/music and asking if I'm watching Tom & Jerry.

Thats such a pretty frame!

I wasnt expecting singing!! But hell yeah!! Sing your funky songs, bug man! - Ooooooh, is that a watercolor background? So pretty!

THE 🏹 BLACK ⚫️ FOX 🦊 - "Good friend Griswold from the north" Snail, is there something you'd like to sbare with the class?

Also, the costuming! I havent seen this many men in tights since Romeo and Juliet!

Sword Fight⁉️

Quick aside; his daughter looks so unbothered. Also, what is she embroidering? Is that a map? - "You marry griswold" -girl, I CACKLED

The King X Griswold- 20 k slowburn, friends to lovers - The singing should not surprise me as much as it does. I was practically raised on bollywood, so its not like im not used to it, maybe its because this is Hollywood not Bollywood, so I'm not used to it here? - Wearing his clothes is one thing, but did Hawkins make 6 additional Fox outfits for his friends? I'm starting to see the Buggy comparison you were making

I've always been under the belief that every weird little man needs a weird little child. So far, I'm not disappointed

Pretty sets, pretty people, what's not to love? - UGHHHH this is so soft, I love itttttt

question: did he do his own singing for this? singing for yourself isn't common in Bollywood so idk. - ONE BED? ONE BED!!??!??!!

Damn, no song in the swiss Alps, but worth it to see this little nerd short-circuit around a pretty girl. Ripe for the fic writing, this scene.

Me and who? ME AND FUCKING WHO?

Couples who commit crimes together stay together. Nothing like some good old treason to set the mood. - waitwaitwaitwaitwait she's actually a witch????

If Jean and Hawkins aren't endgame I'll cry - This movie is like if the Princess Bride and Once Upon A Mattress had a child and made Monty Python and the Holy Grail the godparent - JEAN 🩷✨💋 (she didn't do anything, I just think she's pretty) - Snail! Snail, why haven't you written this fic yet??? - I-I don't think that's how lightning works......could be wrong tho, who's to say, I've never been struck by lightning.

They're both the same flavor of stupid, bless - HIS FUCGKNG HEAD!! - That white shirt 🫦 That orange dress 🫦🫦 - THE 🏹 BLACK ⚫️ FOX 🦊

What the hell is going on???????????? - UGH, what an icon - okokokokok so the king is on the throne now but he's still....yk a baby. Give me a 10k fic about Jean being a girl boss and running the kingdom while Hawkins sits there like the goof he is and just admires her. 10k words of him being the biggest simp in existence.

-♡♡

Me at you right now:

"With your permission, my lady. I'd like to go round again."

I love Danny Kaye and Basil Rathbone. The fact that Angela Lansbury is there too as a gorgeous young, sassy princess is just my favourite thing.

"If it pleases me, you will marry Griswold." "If it pleases you so much, you marry Griswold." -> yes, queen. Get it. She is going to be the model for the type of sass Sir Crocodile's Sapsorrow is going to need to endure.

Your commentary is everything. The shipping of Griswold and the King is just hilarious. I need it 🤌.

Hawkins x Jean is beautiful. The whole plot is simply the best: failing forward incarnate. The masquerade trifecta. The disguises. The songs. The wenches. The silly dancing. Danny Kaye can absolutely sing, and his voice is gorgeous. His speciality was reciting tongue twisters.

My favourite line in the whole movie is: "Sometimes tenderness and kindness can also make a man. A very rare man." Coming from a strong woman who had to claw tooth and nail to become the pinacle of her rank. In the 50s.

Again, I love this movie to much that I got a tattoo of it.

I hope you liked it. It's an odd one, I'll give you that. It's one of my childhood favorites.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

"The HotD costume designers said Ewan is 6'0 exactly" , eek, could we get one for us tall girlies please? As someone who is 6'2 I find it hard since most things put the reader as shorter than Aemond / any media character really..

Yes, my beautiful runway queen! I can do some Aemond/tall spouse HCs.

First of all he’s gonna love that he’s always eye level with a partner that’s tall - it makes having a conversation feel really immersive as eye contact is effortless. He can also lean in for a kiss whenever he wants without having to stoop.

Loves the formidable form that the pair of them cut at formal occasions - it makes him feel like he’s part of a power couple.

His throat goes dry and his breathing hitches watching them put on stockings - seeing the fabric and their fingers caress their way up their loooong legs will send him into a frenzy and they’ll quickly find themselves pressed into the mattress with those long legs slung over his shoulders as he drives into them.

Also he goes feral for the fact he can take them against a wall with little to no effort - simply needs to grab the hinge of their knee, sling it around his hip and go to town without having to hunch. Mid-feast quickies are a regular occurrence.

[gayfrogwithcoolsocks]

This is what i think the deltarune characters be for Halloween (idc if its november)

Kris: a devil or something monsterish

Noelle: An angel or a character from dragon blazers

Berdly: a star trek character (probably spock?)

alphys: any anime character (probably from boku no hero or a magical girl anime)

undyne: a criminal

toriel: A skeleton or angel(to match kris)

asgore: nothing, he just sits on his mattress and watches scary movies.

Susie: Either a box or a psycho killer(it suits her lol)

Ralsei: either a witch or a warrior(he wants to be the protag only for a little bit)

lancer: susie

seam: a haunted doll?

jevil: something funny(banana costume) or just himself.

rouxls kaard: a pirate or howl pendragon(yass king rouxls as howl supeemacy)

king: nothing. He would stay home with the lights off and no decorations(he let lancer and susie carve a pumpkin but kept it indoors)

queen: either she goes as herself or goes full drag king (gets called handsomely beautiful by lancer cause round boy would love and support his parent)

swatch and swatchlings: either split into groups and do many group costumes or just dress up as zombies and become a hoarde.

tasque manager: a ringleader with tasques as lions and tigers.

spamton: pipis

azzy: an angel to match kris

Des: a witch probably

[petalsmooth]

Some people have difficulty knowing how to speak about Queen Charlotte in the Bridgerton verse because the show dabbles between reality and fiction. 

I don’t really have a problem with it.

Speculations to contrary, Queen Charlotte was not a black woman and the minute they cast her as such told you this was not a documentary and I am fine with that because I love the actress. Just look at it like the multiverse in the comics. Same names, sometimes related events, but ultimately not the same. I really don’t know why it even outrages some people because whoever said this was a historically accurate drama? It’s a period drama, a fantasy and it draws some elements from real life to distinguish it from modern life with people just attending costume balls.

I find it more interesting what elements they choose to keep. For instance...the 15 children who could only sire one legitimate heir. Real? Surely. But I wasn’t expecting it when watched it. no clue they were actually going to cover the succession crisis. I wish they had focused more on that drama actually instead of the endless mattress use with Danbury. I/m still scarred by that. I would much rather hear the digs of Whistledown leveled against that dysfunctional brood of theirs. I now kind of hope instead of just focusing on a diamond (likely Francesca) we get more commentary on those in the palace. Quite a number of interesting events happened during Charlotte and George’s reign among their family and outside of it. 

[bananna-threads]

Star #7/? complete! (One is not pictured because it is already sewn onto the dress bodice)

This star was pretty tricky to get done, not because it was any more difficult to cut or sew, but because I could not get a copy of Carol Doak's 50 Fabulous Paper-pieced Stars. I put it on hold on at my local library, only for the library to fall victim to a cyber attack while it was in transit LOL. I called around, and I have no idea where that book ended up. Who sends ransomware to a library??? They are notoriously under-funded. Whoever it was is undoubtedly a huge asshole because now people who rely on the public computers are SOL...but anywho, since I didn't want to buy the book only to use two patterns, I basically had to reverse engineer them using the power of geometry❤ and GIMP. I actually really enjoyed it, although it took much longer than I expected. I'd post them here, but idk if I'd be breaking some sort of copyright law 😅

Looking forward to finishing the next one too because they both have this very cool refracted look that I was jazzed about 🎷🎶

Credit once again to Wombat Quilts for her Starry Night Quilt

[tenaciouspostfun]

 Based on Hans Christian Anderson's "The Princess and the Pea", "Once Upon A Mattress" was first brought to Broadway in the mid 1950's and starred Carol Burnett. Encores! opened this play last season and it has since moved to the Hudson Theatre with much of the cast still in tack.

 What makes "Once Upon A Mattress" a success, and there are many, is the ability to have Sutton Foster (Princess Winnifred) recreate the role as Carol Burnett herself would have. Foster was deft at giving the very same "business" that Burnett used for decades to entertain her audience. With both children and adults filling the theater it was the older generation that laughed the hardest; and this is due to Ms. Foster being in sync with her predecessor.

 The musicals plot delves into the Queen (Ana Gasteyer) selecting a princess for her son, Prince Dauntless (Michael Urie). The problem for the Prince is that his mother does not seem to like any of his choices; nor does she want to.

 Much like Mrs. Doubtfire a few seasons ago on Broadway, this show is filled with talent, loads of it!  From the Jester (Daniel Breaker) to the Wizard(Brooks Ashmanskas) as well as the ensemble cast, the two hours goes by fast with all the raucous slapstick comedy that the original writers had in mind to make this a much received original and now,a revival. Amy Sherman-Palladino is credited with the adaptation to the original book. "Doubtfire" delivered the same bold talent and raucous children friendly comedy.

 In" Spamelot", Michael Urie was ensconced to the corresponding genre as "Mattress", and in kind, he is able to have much the same banter that he did last season in that Tony nominated farce. Ana Gasteyer of SNL fame is as talented in her singing and movement as she is with her comedic chops. The trio (Foster, Urie, Gasteyer) make this classic a musical to remember. The direction by Lear deBessonet brings all the talent together, locks it in and then unloads it on the audience! Much like the lighting by Justin Townsend, the costumes by Andrea Hood are broad and wide, however, not to overbearing in that it takes away from the big musical itself. The songs too are memorable: "Shy" sung by Foster was a standout, "Sensitivity" sung by Gasteyer was brilliant and in the second act, "Happily Ever After" by Foster was moving. You even got the feeling that the show was going to be smooth sailing at the prologue, "Many Moons Ago" sung by the Jester. Breaker gave off a warm, humorous and touching rendition that was confidently displayed.

 The only real downfall to this show is that Encores! tends to be lazy when it comes to it's staging. Here the stage settings were no different. The musical could have achieved greater heights with  more imaginative sets, instead, they kept the sets basic and put the orchestra on this big stage.

[3wisellamas]

Deltarune Halloween Prompts Day 23: Humans (Under the Bed)

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Ralsei would have loved to watch the sunset, if only there was a sun to set over his kingdom. Day turned into evening rather uneventfully, as it normally does in the Dark World, with the Darkners of Castle Town hunkering down for a good night's sleep, and the prince was no exception. Relieved to finally take off his ridiculous Halloween costume and being sure to brush his teeth after all that candy, he slipped into his comfortable green pajamas and did one last walkthrough of the castle by candlelight, making sure everyone else was well before finally retiring to his own dusty chamber.

He always meant to clean it, but just never found the time to do so -- but then, Ralsei didn't like spending much time in his bedroom anyway, outside of sleeping. The few keepsakes on his shelves hadn't been touched in years, and aside from his usual robe and scarf on the rack in the corner he didn't have a lot of clothes to organize.

There was only a small plant on the windowsill above his bed, a golden flower that Ralsei poured a little water into from the glass in his hand, before sipping from it himself and slipping under the green comforter.

He wasn't yet used to having others in the castle with him, so it took him a few seconds to fall asleep. The normally silent, peaceful halls now echoed with quiet, but still distinct, signs of life -- a low, steady beeping from Queen's chamber down the hall as she plugged in to recharge for the night, loud snores and splat noises coming from Lancer's room downstairs, the little jack already sleeping off his sugar crash. And from under Ralsei's bed, a soft, but incessant, scratching, as if something were clawing at the mattress from below.

Wait...under Ralsei's bed? He jumped up, shivering as he listened closer and looked around the dark room. He'd sworn he came in by himself, and hesitated to investigate, the thoughts of what could be under there racing through his mind. Had some animal gotten in? Perhaps a Rabbick, since they seemed to like hanging out in dusty places, or a Maus, searching for digital cheese in a non-digital castle, or even a Tasque, somehow managing to fit its bulky frame under there? Or...perhaps something else, from the desolate cliffs just outside of town?

The scratching started again, but even with numerous harmless explanations Ralsei still refused to budge. What was he even worried about? All he had to do was politely ask the other Darkner to leave!

"Excuse me, um..." Ralsei's voice shook at first, and he struggled to speak clearly to whatever shared his bedroom that night. "I'd like to get some rest now, so I must ask you to leave. Good night!"

The thing didn't move from under the bed, the scratching actually intensifying from Ralsei's words, and so did his shivering. "If I h-have to ask again, you'll be in big t-trouble!"

Finally, the scratching stopped, an eerie silence taking its place. Ralsei didn't see anything emerge from under the bed, so was it still there? He wasn't quite sure if he was comfortable with something else spending the night in his room with him, scratching or no, but if it wouldn't leave on its own, he might need to give it another gentle push.

Slowly, he stepped down from the bed, half-expecting something to reach out from under the bed and grab at his paws, but other than the freezing tiles he was unharmed. Gulping, he pushed up the covers to get a clear view, knelt down, and saw...

"Kris?!"

The human was waiting there for him with a sick smile on their face, and burst out into laughter upon being discovered.

A deep blush filling his face, visible even through his fur, Ralsei sputtered, trying to recover his wits. "I...I wasn't aware you were sleeping over tonight..." Pulling Kris out by the hand and letting them brush the dust off their armor, he tried his best to give a friendly, if strained, smile. "But, if you would like to have a...sleepover, could you please use your own room? I can give you a few extra pillows to place under your bed, if you'd like."

Kris declined, still snickering as they finally left the dark prince to get some sleep, and made their way through the lonely castle halls. First Asriel, then Noelle, and now Ralsei...they wondered if perhaps Susie could actually be scared next.

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Synopsis: Jude Duarte thinks she is poisoned. She feels sick? It must be the poison. She eats more? It must be because the poison made her weak. She missed her period? Yeah, must have been the poison. Was she poisoned? You guessed it! No! Word count: 1, 517

Jude, after being costumed into a silk maroon robe, promptly excused Tatterfell. Indisposition almost instantly returned to her system after she left the water. Too many had seen her weakness and she wished for no more to see her in such a state.

She not so elegantly plopped onto the bed. The soft mattress and the cotton sheets quickly soothing her to sleep. "My beloved wife, must you really lay like that?" But, weak are the cushions against the voice of her inamorato. "Cardan..." Jude pushes herself up onto her elbows. Seeing her betrothed, she immediately feels heat crawl into her cheeks. How late he noticed my abandon of the revel. The red went back to wherever it had come. "The night is young. I doubt you had concluded that bacchanal celebration. I am fine, you should get back to the revel and perform your duties as the host." Her appearance she could keep inoffensive, her tone, however, did not have the same guise. "Have you become a terrible liar or have I become so great at discerning your lies to your truths?" Cardan laughs, striding nimbly over to his better half. Jude frowns, "Think what you will." "With pleasure, my lovely Mrs." Cardan greets Jude with a peck to her lips with which she answered with an unkind moue. "Where did you learn that term?" Jude asks as her husband tries to kiss away the crease of her brows. "I heard Vivi call Heather Mrs. Duarte, I figured it is what a married pair calls each other. You, are my Mrs. Greenbriar -- that is if you'd allow it." Jude rolls her eyes in an attempt to stop a grin. Cardan had sat down on the side of the bed, putting his hands beside her hips trapping her between them. "Go back, I truly am fine. You should enjoy the leisure." Now, Jude had faced Cardan. Planting a few pecks on his lips and cheek. "Answer me first. Do you accept my calling you Mrs. Greenbriar? My Mrs. Greenbriar?" He asks, keeping up the feverish gaze he had fixated on Jude. "We had been married beyond a decade. You had always had the right to call me your Mrs." She mentions in a matter-of-factly way. "I speak not of my right but of whether you find being Mrs. Greenbriar agreeable or not." He clears, letting the feverish gaze become more fierce. Jude is felt her qualms leaving her. "Yes. I find it agreeable." She leans over but pauses and cuts the contact. "Go back now. Our subjects are waiting." "Lies. You want me to stay." He says almost comically deadpan, smirk spreading over his lips. Silence. " Mrs. Greenbriar, Fine? Enjoy the leisure? You say that to me when, while trying to stand you had fallen back? Should I really enjoy ease and relief when my dearest, most cloying poison sat on the throne, eyes closed, face growing paler?" After a few moments of looking in each other eyes, he finally decides to hold his wife in tight hug. Rolling the two of them over so they lay on their sides. Jude could smell him. Packed soil and a lingering scent of wine. She found it most comforting. "I assure you, oh, esteemed High Queen of Elfhame. I left our dear subjects after announcing they could enjoy the 'debauch' by themselves as I would be heading to my wifey." He utters in her hair. Letting himself get a whiff of the lavender fragrance mixing with an earthy scent and another he couldn't quite place. "Wifey? Did you also hear that from Vivi and Heather?" Jude looks up to meet his eyes. "Indirectly, yes." "Indirectly?" "Through a mortal film." "Really..." Slowly their conversation becomes more and more hush until only Cardan was wakeful. After participating in all the frolicking, he presumes he smells corrupt. However, he wishes not to wake his wife. Looking at her, he realizes her calm might be his most unpleasant venom. It could drive him mad, how still very pernicious she looks even in her slumber. Admiration filled his head, spilling from his thoughts and eyes, rocking him to sleep. ~~~~~ Nausea.

Pushing the weight away from her body, she bolted to the lavatory. "Jude…" Her husband called to her, voice muffled. She tried to reply but it only made the her body convulse in a more violent manner. "Jude…" Cardan's voice got closer, added concern evident. He rubbed her back in comforting circles, pulling her hair back the way he saw in the film Vivi had shown him. "I'll be calling physician. This is not the first time and I worry that you have caught a mortal disease." Jude wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Standing up and heading to the tub of water that is always prepared for the use of the King and Queen. "No." She declared, looking back at her spouse when she felt as fit to be seen as she can be after hurling bile into the toilet, certainty evident in her voice. "Jude." Cardan's voice came out forceful. "You are strong, to that I could personally attest to. However, I long to have my Queen for as long as I live. If you won't take care of her, let me." "Cardan. I'm fine." She wears the scowl she knows he turns hesitant toward. Opposed to the effect she wanted though, he only got more provoked. "Stop. Lying." He steps closer toward her, grabbing her arms. "If you are not comfortable with a different fae, I will call Liliver. If you don't wish for her, I will call on Taryn, Vivi or a mortal doctor if you want. I will call for help whether you want it or not." To that Jude didn't reply to. She knew it would be futile anyway and vomiting when she hadn't had anything for the past ten hours, had exhausted her. "Fine." She admits defeat That's too easy. Cardan thought. "However." There it is. He straightens himself. "However?" "I need to talk to Fand. If I don't get her report, I won't be seeing anybody." The Queen sets her conditions, The King obeys. ~~~~~ "My Queen." The knight greets the woman she serves. "Tell me. What of the girl? The cup? Did you find anything suspicious?" The Queen asks, making sure to be cautious with her words. She would rather deal with the King bringing in people to bustle about her than have him disturbing the peace of the palace for a sudden interrogation. She glances beside her, to the King; a silent warning to not mention anything of poison. "Ah.. The girl is fine. The cup had not been tampered with either." She hesitates before speaking. The King's eyes narrow with suspicion. Still, he asks none of his questions. Whatever it is, he trusts his Queen. "Very well. Go back to what you had been doing." The Queen tells her personal knight. Fand bows and leaves the room. Jude had many queries. Before she could process all of them though, the King had already made a fuss about getting a physician, writing letters to the Queen's sister and shouting orders to bring more cushions and blankets. ~~~~~

A physician, Vivi, Heather, Oak, Taryn, Taryn's daughter, Amelia, and the King are surrounding the Queen. Really, it was quite a sight. A comical one. "Auntie Jude… Are you alright?" Amelia asked Jude who was currently laying down on the bed, blankets and cushions around her body. She was fine until they decided wrapping her in a blanket and laying her down was a good idea. It was far too hot but since she could lie, why tell the truth? "Yes, I feel alright Lia. If there's anything wrong, the doctor would tell me about it." Jude smiled at Amelia. Even she herself didn't know she could give such a smile. How she was able to give something she didn't have, she didn't know. "It's just morning sickness." The physician finally said. "Morning sickness? Is it an Ailment that develops in the morning?" Vivi's mouth gaped open, Heather squealed, Oak looked up from the device he had in his hands, and Taryn held her youngest sister's hand, muttering congratulations repeatedly. Amelia copied her mother. Jude and Cardan? Well, they didn't understand what all of that meant. The physician understood the regard with which the King and Queen gave him and explained that the Queen is likely with child.

Jude looked at her husband. Cardan looked at his wife. Everything around them stopped. the way it would in films.

If it was possible for happiness to overfill a creature, that was how Cardan felt. He had always envied people who had children, wondered how it would be to take care of a child of his own. Fantasize about how him and Jude together would look like. And now, now he would see the mini them. He could take care of his own child. He was going to be a father.

Tears welled up in Jude's eyes. It was happy tears, she was sure. Afterall, every so often, when her day was rather somber, she wonders if she was barren. She had always envied Taryn for having Amelia. But now, now she was going to have her Amelia. She had a life inside her. She was going to be a mother.

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Big big congratulations on your 2k+ success love 🎉 and thanks for the emoji fic fest. so here's my request:

Our dear savage Ironhead / 👗😤🔥

Considering your past crimes on tumblr, cannot wait to see your bigger better dirtier crimes in this fest 😍😈

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! And thanks for the congrats and kind words! 💗

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Damsel in This Dress

A/N: In addition to being part of my emoji fic fest, this fic is also my contribution to the lovely @little-diable’s 10k Celebration! 🎉 The theme for this week of her celebration is enemies to lovers

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, love/hate bullshit with you and Will both being idiots Word Count: ~2k Request: This anon request

Emoji Prompt: 👗😤🔥 (key words are in bold)

This fucking blows. Just fucking blows. Ironhead sits there on the bed and furiously chews his gum, while he glares daggers at you through the closed door of the bathroom. This is fucking dumb. This isn’t what he chose.

He can’t believe he was assigned to take this job with you as his partner in crime. The two of you practically killed each other, first time you were forced to work together, and he doesn’t want his hatred to distract him from accomplishing the task at hand this time.

It’s hard to focus when his enmity towards you is all-consuming. Mission hasn’t even started yet and he’s already fuming.

Through the door you feel him fume, the tension radiating all through the hotel room. Pretty soon the crackle of your animosity, continuously building in intensity, is bound to burst in flames and set a fire to the city. Still you won’t stop hating one another’s guts even if it spells certain doom.

“You about finished in there, beauty queen?” Will grumbles loudly as you finish up your hair, make sure your jewelry is perfectly pristine, and then apply a spritz of luxury perfume.

“Hasn’t even been two minutes, you impatient fucking idiot,” you snap indignantly at him because you’re honestly the best, at getting quickly dressed—dressed to impress, with secret weapons hidden seamlessly throughout your fancy costume. “Not my fault that you’re a slob who doesn’t even care to groom.”

It’s a dumb joke, because the truth is Captain Miller always looks and smells so good it makes you want to fucking choke. Every damn thing about him gets you fucking soaked.

When you at last exit the bathroom, Will is forced to hide a similar reaction as the sight of you hits him in ways that he can’t even fathom. Pretty sure his dick just broke. The crotch of his pants can’t accommodate such stiffness, and if he stands up right now you’re sure to witness.

At tonight’s event you’re meant to play the role of his demure and dainty wife who ends up in a compromised position as a damsel in distress.

You’re definitely not a damsel in this dress.

Tries not to stare at how it flatters all your curves and makes him feel all sorts of filthiness. Ironhead’s dick is iron-hard and he can’t scratch this raging itch. “We’re running late, bitch. You took way more than two minutes.”

Roll your eyes. Remind yourself that you must be imagining that bulge that seemed to rise between his thighs. “Why am I not surprised that you can’t even tell what time it is. Put on your wedding band, my dear beloved husband, and let’s go take care of business.”

… How the hell do you expect him to take care of business when you show up in that dress?

It’s fucking madness. All he wants is just to pound your pretty ass into the mattress.

For the mission’s sake he’ll have to keep pretending for tonight and hide the fact his thoughts of you are downright nasty. He’s a perfectly fine actor when he has to be, and thank fuck you’re an even better actress.

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The operation goes something like this. It doesn’t make a difference just which lines are yours and which are his.

“Can you just—ughh, why do you always have to fuck everything up?!”

“Why can’t you ever let me do my fucking job?”

“I swear you’re gonna get both of us shot…”

“No I am not!”

“Shut up and roll over and let me get on top.”

“What—oh my God—just fucking stop…!”

The night is over soon enough; you and the captain have succeeded in your mission but that shit was fucking rough.

Each of you ended up encountering an avalanche of unexpected problems. It was only when you put your heads together that you solved them.

Overcame all of them… setting aside the fact that you still want to throw him out a window so that you can follow just to thrust him down against the ground and grab him by the throat and suck his face and fuck him while you throttle him. Setting aside the fact that he still wants to spank you raw then fuck your jaw then every other slutty hole you’ll offer him till you forget you hate him and start loving him.

The truth is you already fucking do. Despite how desperately and fiercely you don’t want to. Given all that you’ve been through, over the years both on the job and off—whenever shit goes south and gets tough—flash of life before your eyes reminding you of everything you’ll lose and everyone you love… it’s always his painfully perfect face that haunts you. You would lose your absolute shit if he knew.

He’d lose it too. The truth is he fights better when he fights against the fear of losing you.

You make a better team than either one of you would dare admit. You’d fucking die for one another and you’re both alive because of it. No matter just how stubbornly you run from it.

And goddamn do you run. He charges after you, watches you kick off your silent assassin stiletto-heeled shoes, clutching them in your tightly clenched hands like a pair of weapons, sick of how shit always happens, scowling as you storm your way through the hotel to the room where this mess of a night had begun.

The best and worst part about following you down the hall is that he gets to stare at your ass in that maddening dress while you strut. The tension between you builds thicker and tougher than even a diamond could cut.

Back and forth through the halls you both shout every possible insult—it’s always the other one’s fault—each just trying to hide, that the fear of fucking up and failing your partner had you terrified—fear of fatally losing your partner brought your hearts screeching to a halt—something so sharply different from hate springing up deep inside—you both shudder to think what it’s called.

Barrel into the room and throw your shoes aside with such force that the sharp heels make dents in the wall. Both your fists tightly balled. You had wanted to slam the door straight in his face, yet you know that the image of Will burned so deep in the pit of your brain is a stain that no distance could ever erase.

Follows you in and flings the door shut. Filled with a sudden impulse to say how he feels—to be open and honest and real—just this once—to confess what he wants… but he lies to himself that he doesn’t know what.

So instead he just settles for low blows and taunts. Always safer to put up the front. “Wanna know why I hate your damn guts?”

No you don’t, but he’s going to say it regardless of whether that shit’s what you want.

What he says is not what you’d expected. It’s not even what he himself had expected but his ironheaded dick spoke up before he could redirect it. There’s no turning back once he’s said it. The reason he gives as to why he hates your goddamn guts: “…‘cause whenever we go undercover you dress like a cheap fucking slut!”

What the… what.

Rather than even try to process what you heard, you scream right back at him. Anger steaming off of every word. Safest when you attempt to defend your delusions of honor and pride by attacking him. “You did not seriously just slut-shame me?! You know these are the outfits our unit provides so that I can put on the disguise of some rich high-society lady and you think that you can stand there and blame me…”

Will knows full well his statement was wrong but can’t really retract it. Just hates the fact that you get him so distracted. Tonight’s dress isn’t even that revealing—but it’s flattering goddamnit, and on you it looks so good that he just can’t help but imagine it—how it would feel to finally have you naked underneath him and he can’t take it, that feeling… wishes he had never said it. “Ugh, forget it. Fuck the outfit.”

“You’re the one who’s all pissed off about it!”

“That’s ‘cause when I’m struggling to run a mission and stay focused it’s ridiculous to see you in a dress like this that drives me fucking wild thinking how you’d look without it.”

“How I’d—what?!” your mouth falls open and then shut. Open again as you press your hands to the broad planes of his chest and push him back until he falls onto the bed flat on his butt. “Now who’s the motherfucking slut?”

Right now you have no clue what’s coming over you but you can’t stop this train. At breakneck speed, the blurry line between hatred and heat, desire and disdain, has you going insane.

You push his upper body down onto the mattress. Knees astride his hips, you take the collar of his shirt in your firm grip, sharply aware all of a sudden that the godly gorgeous muscles underneath it are so close should you want access… and you do but have to act as if you don’t because just hating him is clean and safe and simple and you’re good at this. “You think you’re the one running every mission? Just ‘cause you’re the fucking captain? Does it make you feel more like a man, to blame my slutty clothes as a distraction? Think again. Next time I tell you how shit’s gonna happen, fucking listen.”

Something stiff and massive stirs against the fabric of your dress, where your bodies are pressed, making it clear that he’s aroused as hell with you in this position. But in bed he’d rather be on top and dominant—and somehow he can tell now that is also what you want. “Bitch, the only thing I’m gonna listen to is that pretty mouth moaning when I show you the true meaning of submission.”

Well—fucking hell—those words immediately strike you dead. You still cannot begin to process what is flaring up between you and your archenemy Ironhead. “You wouldn’t fucking dare unless I gave your ass permission.”

Bucks his hips a little bit to grind his dick forcefully upward. “Say the word. I’ll shut you up and make it hurt.”

“Not if I hurt you first,” you snarl as your fingers at his collar tug down harder till the pressure pulls some buttons off his shirt. Through all the clothes, between you both, your pussy throbs against the twitch of his erection as the buttons pop and burst. Fight off the urge to take a glimpse at the exposed skin of his chest or else you’ll melt into a drooling pool of thirst. “God, you’re the motherfucking worst…”

“That badge of honor is all yours,” he says, suddenly shifting on the bed till he’s on top of you and taking strength from knowing he’s your weakness. “Fucking hate you in this dress.”

“Then take it off and make me scream like I’m a dirty little whore. A fucking damsel in distress.” The words just fall out of your mouth because you find you’re finally done being an actress, now you’re underneath Will Miller with the full weight of his body pressing yours into the mattress. Now it’s obvious that hardcore fucking hate sex is in store. You thank this dress, if it’s what got you in this mess. “For the record I hate you more.”

Thought you were finished with the act—but you’re still lying to yourself in fact—pretending this is hate sex when it’s love forged in the hellfire of war.

“Fuck the record.” Ironhead calls out the lie behind your words; you’ve fought against each other, and the love that you’ve both smothered, long enough and now at last you get to bask in the rewards. “I’m finished keeping score. I fucking love you and I don’t care if it screws everything up and fucking hurts. I don’t care anymore. You’re everything I fight for. You’re my dirty little whore and I’m all yours.”

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Queen Aggravain (Carol Burnett) Green sparkly gown.. Once Upon A Mattress (2015).. Costume by Bob Mackie,