#the red hair the glasses the tattoo the jewelry!!!!

[sturn3]

Hey could you write a Matt smut of the song: I like the way you kiss me?

you and matt had broken up 2 years ago. you were so sick of his playboy and nonchalant attitude. if he couldn't give you what you were asking for ,then you didn't wanna beg for it. you couldn't help but miss him, though. whenever he did act right, you had so much fun. too much fun, you couldn't find anyone else to match up your energy like he did. so, that's what brought you here, to his favorite place to hang out, it was a chill jazz bar in downtown LA. the low lights and the relaxing sound of jazz putting you at ease, you were also on your second glass of red wine. your red lipstick kinda smudged, your hair touching your lower back covering what the dress didn't, your slightly muscular back and the tattoo that occupied your spine.

you hadn't noticed him yet, but he was standing behind you. looking at you from afar. admiring you. you looked so mature now, more experienced. you had grown your hair out, you had gotten more tattoos, tan, gold jewelry adorned your skin and your style had changed. he thought he didn't have to lose anything, so he approached you. coming down to whisper in your ear "miss me?" ,without turning your back, you knew who that was. the same cologne, that haunted you since you met him. bringing you back to a time where you had to scrub yourself aggressively to get rid of his scent on your body, cause it was too overwhelming, too dangerous. you couldn't bear to find yourself sniffing it. finally, you turned around, taking all of him in. he had changed too. he wasn't the 19 year old teenage boy you knew him to be ,anymore. he had also grown. (and hopefully changed)

"as if!" you scoffed and brought your drink to your lips to take a sip again, his eyes immediately taking in your lips. taking him back to a time where he knew exactly how they felt. he couldn't help but grin, putting his big hand dangerously low on your back, you couldn't help but feel giddy inside. "hands off, matthew." his hand slid off immediately. both hands up in surrender as he flashed you a smirk. god, you hated his stupid smirk. you hated how good he looked. yeah, you most certainly didn't hate him.

he kept the conversation going. asking about your little sister. how things were at work. "so, how are your brothers? i miss them everyday." you laughed, "oh, does that mean you've missed me too?" you shook your head laughing, and slapped his chest "never that." you missed how easy it was with him. conversation flew so well. especially now that you were both tipsy. "well, that looks bad for me. cause i did miss you." and of course as the words left his mouth you couldn't help but giggle, you also couldn't help but feel the burning desire to kiss him. so ,you did that. catching him completely off guard. one hand falling to sit on your neck and the other one pressed on your hip, he finally pulled off and brought his lips close to your ear, "i like the way you kiss me. i can tell you miss me."

the night brought you back to your apartment, desperately making out against the door while trying to also open it. finally, you stumbled inside, never separating from the kiss. at this point, you had had so much to drink, you couldn't find yourself to care about anything other than the feeling of his lips. you guys quickly find your way to your bedroom, beginning to undress one another with so much need. you go to lay on your bed, him getting on top of you, kissing your shoulders, your neck and then going to kiss your lips once again. you obviously kiss back, biting it as he lets out a moan at the slight pain. getting more and more aroused by your actions. his hands finding their way to your core, starting by assaulting your clit before his fingers found their way inside you. knowing exactly how to work them to get you going. it was always easy for him to make you fall apart for him.

one thing he always did was deny you of your orgasm. making you beg for it, which was worthy it. but that's not what he was doing today. you felt him grab you by your waist and turn you around "not trynna be romantic, i'll hit it from the back just so you don't get attached." he said letting out a moan as he slid inside of you. your knees almost giving out every time he pushed in and out of you. it was all too much. "you take the heat with such grace ,baby." he said as he tugged on your hair that was wrapped around his fist. "you wanna make me proud? yeah? cause i'm so proud of you baby" your moans and your screaming grew louder. his words grew filthier. and your orgasm grew to it's peak. both of your juices dripping down your thighs and onto your white sheets. he couldn't help but be mesmerized by it.

"we're done" you say but you're still there. "i'm scared you'll let me down."

"just stick around and you'll find out."

nothing was guaranteed with him.

[girlsjustwannahavefun444]

“I would be lying if I told you that, I didn't wish that I could be your man Or maybe make a good girl bad”

[elsmstrss]

i wasnt gonna write anything today but i’m laying in bed rn and i was thinking !! (i know… first red flag) BUT:

ellie likes you wearing her clothes a little too much

tags: ellie williams x fem!reader , possessive!ellie , extremely self-indulgent , ellie wears boxers, because i said so, lapslock, smut (ish) , thigh-riding (hmm my favorite!) , dom!ellie, sub!reader

idk if this is a oneshot or a really long hc but enjoy !

<3

it was a random afternoon in the middle of winter. you had invited yourself over to your girlfriend’s place, cold and reeking of horse as you’d spent all day at the stables.

you don’t bother knocking, pushing the door open, stepping inside, shedding your coat and throwing it over a nearby chair. you’re tugging your boots off, supporting yourself on the doorframe when you hear a shout from the bathroom, “babe! that you?”

you follow the sound of your girlfriends voice, sock clad feet pattering against the wood floors. you crack the bathroom door open, peaking your head in, smiling at the sight of her putting her short hair into a half bun. her forearms flexed with the movements and your eyes trailed over her tattooed arm.

“ellie,” you whisper yell, effectively spooking her, causing her to flinch and whip her head towards you.

“fuck babe what did i tell you about that shit? you’re gonna kill me one of these days”. ellie’s wide eyes and slacked jaw created the funniest look of bewilderment, causing you to let out a not-so-subtle laugh.

ellie scoffs but you notice her lips quirk as she tries to hide the smile creeping up on her expression. she suddenly pulls on your wrist and you stumble into her arms. she plops a big wet kiss in between your brows.

“ugh gross!” you complain, reaching up to wipe the damp feeling from your face but ellie beats you to it, thumbs gently rubbing at the crease there.

“oh you love it” ellie leans down for a second, less wet, peck on your lips, face scrunching up as she pulls back. “jeez you stink,”

you pout, ready to quip back but you couldn’t even argue. you did stink.

“wanna shower love? it’ll warm you up too,” you don’t even that you had been shivering until you feel ellie’s big, warm hands rub up and down on your arms, trying to thaw you out.

“i didn’t bring any clothes els. you’re just gonna have to deal with me, stink and all,” you tease. ellie just huffs out a laugh and and squeezes your shoulders.

“wait here.”

she comes back a few moments later, a stack of clothes on top of a messily folded towel. “here,” she places the tower of fabric into your arms and turns on her heels, “take your time, i’ll find us a movie in the mean time.” the door shuts behind her.

you turn the faucet on and strip your dirty clothes as you wait for the water to heat up. by the time you’ve removed all your clothes and jewelry, it’s scalding, steam filling the small room, just the way you like.

you instantly feel your body relax as it warms up from the shower. you wash the stable smell from your skin and hair, spending just a little longer than usual after rinsing, not wanting to leave the warmth just yet.

you finally turn the shower off, blindly reaching for the towel through the curtain, wrapping yourself up and stepping out. you stand in front of the mirror, clearing the haze from the glass with your hand, revealing a slightly blurry reflection of yourself.

you dry yourself as thoroughly as possible before turning to the small stack of clothing ellie had given you. it included an old, lived in gray hoodie and a pair of loose black and white plaid boxers. you shake your head, laughing to yourself at the mens underwear. ellie swears by them and often goes on tangents about how much more comfortable they are compared to women’s underwear.

“seriously babe, it’s actually so fucking unfair like??”

you pull the hoodie over your head. it smelled so much like ellie. it made you dizzy, her scent intoxicating and you couldn’t help the small throb in your cunt as a result.

you finish getting dressed and step out of the bathroom, steam escaping into the main room. you spot ellie on the bed, flipping through her dvd collection. without looking up she asks, “ok, what are we feeling? cheesy rom-com or equally cheesy thriller?”

“whichever one will make me want to rip my eyes out less,” you answer, joking but, not really.

“okayyy thriller it is,” she stands up and puts the disc into the player, “hey do you mind grabbing the re-“ she abruptly cuts herself off when she turns around and finally sees your figure.

you’re just standing there, ankles cross, hands playing with the frayed ends of the hoodie’s sleeves as you patiently wait for her to set everything up. you pretend not to notice as her eyes slowly drag up your legs, eyes slightly glassy as they trail up your body.

“grab what?” you ask, looking around the room. your only met with silence, “el!”.

that seemed to knock her out of her stupor, clearing her throat and stuttering out, “t-the um,” cough “ the remote. can you grab the remote please”. her voice dying off at the end, slightly hoarse.

you finally end up the in the bed together, ellie sat up, back against the head board, you tucked into her side. she’s stroking your hair and you sigh softly, settling into your favorite spot.

not even five minutes into the movie, you feel ellie shift and maneuver you, now half on top of her. she leans down and inhales. “fuck”.

you look up to see she looks almost like, in pain. “els what’s wrong?”

“nothing it’s just,” she moves her hands down, gripping your sides, “you smell like me.”

the tone of her voice, low and possessive, and slightly strained, causes butterflies to erupt in your lower stomach. ellie leans down and begins to leave kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking a little bit harsher each time. you bite your lip and sigh, trying to focus on the movie.

ellie knows exactly where to kiss and bite, leaving you squirming and desperate for more. “ellie,” you whine out, you sound out of breath already and you feel ellie smirk into your skin.

“what baby? gotta use your words,” she gropes the padding of fat on your hips, manhandling you to be fully on top of her. you want so badly to move, grind your hips down into her lap, feel some sort of relief but her grip on you is strong, keeping you in place.

“need it els, please”

“please what, pretty?” she sounds breathless herself, the sight of you needy and flushed on top of her like this makes a rush of arousal flood through her, needy for you too.

“touch me. please make it better,” words were becoming difficult, already slipping into that headspace, easily submitting to ellie. the slight embarrassment of being forced to voice your wants and desires makes you that much wetter and you know it won’t take much to tip you over the edge tonight.

ellie finally lifts you up slightly, angling her thigh up and grinding you down slowly onto her leg. the whine you let out would have embarrassed you but you’re far too desperate for any kind of stimulation to care.

“that’s it baby. look at you, so pretty in my clothes,” she groans out, just the sigh of you withering in her lap enough to make her cum right then.

you want more. you’re both still clothed and the friction against your clit is just barely enough but you can’t be bothered to stop and take it off, too far gone and chasing the feeling that’s building up, your lower tummy clenching.

you start to speed up, palms resting on top of ellie’s hands that are now on your waist and thigh. your moans and whines get louder and more desperate and ellie, who knows your body better than anyone, can tell you’re already close.

“yeah baby? already? such a good girl. my good girl. mine.”

you love when your girlfriend gets like this so you can’t help yourself when you spur her on.

“yours yours yours” you chant like a mantra. this causes something to snap in ellie because before you realize, you’re flipped onto your back, ellie slotting her knee in between your thighs. she pulls your hips back down and guides your movements, causing direct friction to your sensitive bud.

“oh- ellie!” you sob, it’s beginning to become all too much and your hands hold onto her forearms, nails digging into the skin there as you feel your orgasm building.

“gonna cum for me? that’s it love, take what you need,” it only takes a few more grinds and a particularly desperate groan from ellie above you that sends you over the edge, climax hitting you suddenly and hard. ellie talks you through it, leaning down and whispering sweet praises, lips grazing the shell of your ear

your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure wash over you, you spasm every few seconds as you come down from the high.

ellie gently removes her knee and settles into the sheets next you, pulling you into your chest. she places a tender kiss to the top of your hair and strokes gently strokes your back. you can start to feel your eyelids droop, suddenly exhausted.

you feel a slight jostling as a small chuckle escapes from ellie’s lips.

“m wha?” you mumble, lifting your head up to meet her eyes.

“nothin’ just that,” ellie pauses to tuck your head back into her chest.

“i think you should wear my clothes more often.”

[melodymunson]

Eddie Munson x Reader x Corroded Coffin groupie

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

Eddie has a tour with his band Corroded Coffin and you go along as band manager and you are Eddie's long-term girlfriend. You and Eddie end up meeting another girl who was one of his band's biggest fans and you, along with Eddie, show her the best night of her life. Takes place in the late 80s. Reader Eddie and Groupie are all in their young 20s.

18+ only absolutely no exceptions. This is filth.

ao3 version

Sexual content, sexual themes, 3some, handjob, blowjob, pussy eating, p in v sex, fingering, girl on girl, lesbian sex, spit kink, facials.

Corroded Coffin had a small line of gigs lined up and what made it super awesome was that they could finally tour outside of Indiana and the small town of Hawkins. Eddie was thrilled when he found out the news and he, of course, told you right away. Once he knew he would play some shows, he was super excited because the band would open for none other than the thrash metal band known as Carnivore with frontman Peter Steele. It was going to be an amazing summer and Eddie already had the tour bus for his band purchased. You were a temporary fill-in as the bass player for the tour in 1987 when Grant temporarily took a hiatus. The year was now 1988. Eddie had spent the earlier half of the year working at the video rental place with Robin and Steve, and had a good portion of the money saved up combined with contributions from the other band members and savings from their music sales. When the day finally came to start the tour, you packed and loaded your bags on the bus. You and Eddie were wearing matching Hellfire Club tee shirts. He also had on his signature Dio vest and you had on your favorite leather jacket with pins from all of your favorite rock and metal bands. The first night of the tour was in Indianapolis. Of course, you had side-stage access to the tour and you couldn’t wait for it to start. It was going to be your first summer away from home and you couldn’t wait. Little did you know it would end up being the best summer of your life. Once you arrived at the tour's first stop, you went backstage and did your makeup.

By the time that the soundcheck had started, you were watching front-row and seeing your man play a cover of Master of Puppets by Metallica. You were so proud of Eddie and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as he played on the stage. Showtime soon arrived, and you were side-stage as the lights went down and the crowd cheered on Corroded Coffin. Eddie took the stage first and once the rest of the band started playing, he joined in and played an original song. One girl in the crowd caught your eye pretty quickly. She was gorgeous and one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Her style was like yours and she had long black hair. She had on all black and red leather, sultry dark makeup, spiked jewelry, and the prettiest hazel eyes. It was then you noticed her Corroded Coffin logo tattoo. There were multiple tattoos adorning her body but the band's logo tattoo stood out. She knew every single word to each song and once Corroded Coffin finished playing, you went up to her and asked her name. She told you her name was Brody, and you gave her a backstage VIP all-access pass. The band was celebrating their first show with drinks at the bar and you and Eddie were watching Carnivore. Soon Brody stopped by the bar asking you and Eddie if you wanted some drinks and you gladly accepted her offer ordering beers and some shots of whiskey. You clinked glasses and gave a toast to keeping rock n’ roll alive.

When Carnivore was close to ending their set you whispered to Eddie you were heading back to the tour bus and he promised he would be there shortly. The rest of the band was off partying and you told Brody to stop by the bus in about ten minutes or so. When you were on the bus you changed into something more comfortable- a black lingerie slip. Soon after Eddie came onto the bus. He passionately kissed you as he took off his jacket and pushed you down onto the bed. A knock came mere minutes later and you looked at him with a raise of your brows.

“I bet that’s Brody, huh? What do you say we ask her to stay the night with us?” He asked mischievously.

“Sure. I thought you’d never ask. I guess things would be even more fun with another person."

He slapped your ass as you got up and waited patiently on the bed as you opened the doors to the bus and invited Brody inside.

“That show was amazing. I am really glad we met. Eddie’s band is one of the best I’ve ever seen live. I don’t mean to be a fangirl, but can I get his autograph?”

It was endearing to you how she truly loved Corroded Coffin. Some girls had made it backstage to hook up with you and Eddie, but her passion for his music seemed genuine.

“Of course, but right now, you should just relax and talk to us for a bit. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Sounds like a good idea, but I’m fine for right now and I don’t need a drink. I think it's pretty awesome how you were Corroded Coffin's bassist for the band on the tour last year."

"Thanks, that means a lot. Grant is a great guy, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the time of my life and I wish I could tour with the band more often.”

As you walked to the back of the bus, she followed you and once she saw Eddie's head banging along to Metallica's Master of Puppets on the radio, she got into the music too. He noticed and flashed her a big grin as she sat down next to him on the bed.

You wasted no time getting closer to her and giving her a signed Corroded Coffin poster, touching her hand and fingers as you gave it to her.

“Thanks. This is so great. I was thinking about following more of the tour. I hope you don't think that’s weird. I have so many posters and tee shirts of Corroded Coffin,” she added. She set the signed poster aside on the bedside table.

“That just really shows the band you love them and true dedication. It's great you are going to do that. Also love the Corroded Coffin tattoo” Eddie told her with a wink. It flattered him, to say the very least.

"Thanks its my favorite one."

So far, Brody seemed like the greatest fan ever. She was the perfect supporter- a fan any band would be lucky to have.

“I just want you to be comfortable with us,” you mused.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Brody asked as she looked at you with equal parts amusement and curiosity in her eyes.

“I’m just thinking about how hot it would be if we all kissed,” you suggested with a raise of your brows.

She looked at you, then Eddie, and back towards you again as a slight blush formed on her cheeks. She thought about what you had just propositioned, as so got up to get closer to you. She straddled your lap and leaned forward to crash her lips against yours, answering with actions instead of words. It turned you on so badly and made you want her even more.

She smelled like vanilla and eucalyptus, and you loved how she tasted. You kissed her back even harder and made her grind on your lap. When the kiss broke, you gestured Eddie closer to you both with a crook of your finger. He removed his shirt but put back on the denim jacket with his heavy metal patches, then kissed you with tongue as Brody watched. After possibly the best French kiss you ever had before, she leaned in towards Eddie and kissed him deeply. You moved your hands to her clothed breasts and cupped them as she moaned against his lips. Your fingers moved under her dress, pushing it up and ripping her tights along the way as she revealed to you she had no panties on. Your other hand still kneaded her breast and tweaked her nipples through the thin black material. Turning back towards you, she kissed you again as your fingers found their way inside her tights, ripping them just a little more as you desperately fingered her. As she ground against your fingers moaning desperately, Eddie watched as he kissed and bit your neck. Everything that was happening was making you so wet and you could tell Eddie was rock hard now. Already she was soaking on your fingers as you pushed them even deeper inside of her. She felt so fucking good and amazing as your fingers worked their magic on her clit.

"Eddie, feel just how tight her pussy is," you suggested as you grabbed his hand and replaced your fingers with his.

He moved two long fingers deeply inside of her, strumming her like he would his guitar as they looked into each other's eyes. The grin he had on his face as he fingered her wet pussy was priceless. You had her taste your fingers of her juices which she sucked greedily.

“Fuck, I want you to fuck me. Please. Eat me out while Eddie watches,” she begged and pleaded desperately.

“You want to be my pillow princess, is that it? You want me to eat your desperate pussy because you are so needy and you just have to have my mouth?”

You slapped her ass with your hand as Eddie continued to finger fuck her before stopping and bringing his fingers to your lips, tapping them so you could taste. You did eagerly and swished your tongue over his slick fingers.

“Yes, I want it all. And I want Eddie to enjoy himself, too.”

“Babe, just being here with the two of you makes me happy.”

You smiled at him, then pushed her onto the bed, laying her down and ripping off the rest of her clothes.

"She tastes so fucking good." You eagerly kissed him so he could get a taste too as Brody watched, clearly turned on by it all. He nodded in agreement and got up, stripping off all his clothes as you removed your slip. He leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear.

“Please, her pussy, as I eat you out. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet pussy again,” he told you with a wicked grin on his face.

Once Eddie was naked, he cupped your sex with one hand and your ass with the other and finger fucked you as he squeezed and spanked your ass. Mewls and moans escaped your lips. As he did this, you kissed and licked her inner thighs, wanting to get her nice and wet for you. He removed his fingers from your cunt and then sucked them clean. You were eager to feel his balls slapping against your ass. He took his time though with licking your clit and separating your pussy lips, wanting to give you the utmost pleasure and wanting you nice and wet before he fucked you. Your fingers moved over her wet entrance before you began to suck and tease her clit. Her pussy tasted so good and you loved how sweet it was.

"That feels so nice," she groaned as you pleased her with fingers and tongue as well as slaps against her pussy.

The wet and lewd sounds of you eating her out as he ate you out were such a turn-on, and you were getting wetter with each passing moment and more with each lick against your pussy.

"That's right baby, eat her out like it's your last meal. daddy's going to fuck you so fucking hard," he promised before giving your ass a few good slaps. Eddie stroked his cock and spit on it, then lined himself up at your entrance. It felt so nice to feel his big thick cock making contact with your aching and needy pussy again. It had been too long. He began inching in little by little as you began to slap and spank her pussy and she whined in pleasure and squeezed her breasts.

"I'm so fuckin wet daddy and her pussy tastes so fucking amazing," you moaned as he adjusted himself inside of you with a hand on your ass, his other hand pulling your hair back.

"I love fucking you baby and watching you please her," Eddie grunted.

He moved slowly at first, then picked up his pace as you licked, sucked, and spit on her clit while simultaneously rocking back and forth on his cock. He pounded into you mercilessly, wanting to make you feel amazing, and watched as you pleased her pussy. He felt his cock grow even harder as he fucked you, and a low groan escaped his lips. You messily ate her pussy, loving how she tasted. The sounds she was making and how she clenched the sheets beneath her with her fingers brought a smile to your face and made you want to make her cum even more. Your breasts bounced as Eddie fucked you deep and hard. His cock was already twitching inside of you.

"I love your mouth. Fuck! I love watching Eddie fuck you too," she whimpered loudly as she pleased her breasts pinching them and raising her hips to get even closer to your mouth.

"You taste so good and you are such a good girl for me," you seductively told her.

As you ate her out voraciously, she screamed your name and moaned her sounds echoing off the walls. You were so fucking wet and wanted to feel your fingers inside your pussy. You were so tight and he loved how the walls of your pussy hugged his huge cock. You could no longer resist the temptation to touch yourself, even though he didn't yet allow you to. As you fingered yourself, Eddie quickly noticed, and a scowl formed on his face.

"Don't touch yourself without my permission, doll. I want us to cum together," he forewarned you as he slapped your ass again, wanting to leave an imprint of red marks.

You removed your fingers and looked back at him with a bratty grin on your face, to which he grimaced. He slapped your ass even harder and left it a bit bruised as he fucked you at a fast pace. He wanted to make you cum and cry out his name, and he was eager to fill your pussy up with his cum. As he looked at you pleasing her, he watched the show eagerly and fucked you harder. The way he made you feel was amazing, and you were getting very close to your release.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum."

"I know, baby girl. I know."

You fingered, sucked, and licked her pussy as you looked up at her with lust in your eyes.

"Fuck, that's so good. I love watching when you eat my pussy. Fuck!" She cried out as the loud sounds of fucking were heard throughout the tour bus.

His cock felt so good as he fucked in and out of you with deep thrusts and you were on the verge of cumming for him. It wouldn't be much longer before she would cum as well, because you knew just how to work her pussy like a pro. Her walls clenched tightly around your fingers as you ate her out, and her cries of pleasure were like music to your ears. It felt so wonderful to be eating her out as he pounded into you and pulled your hair. There truly wasn't a better position to be in.

As his pounding grew in intensity, his slaps on your ass became even rougher. Eddie loved watching you fuck another woman, and you wanted to please him so badly, but most of all it pleased you. The taste of her pussy and the sounds she was making let you know she was having the time of her life.

"I want to see Eddie make you cum," she cried out as she played with her breasts and watched him pound into your pussy as Eddie groaned.

"Eddie, your cock feels s'good," you moaned around her pussy.

"Make her cum, my dirty girl," he demanded you as he gently wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly.

The intensity of your licking and the thrusts of your fingers drove her over the edge as she whined and tugged on strands of your hair. Her eyes rolled back into her head as you pleased her and made her cum. She was so sexy and Eddie's deep and hard thrusts into your pussy and the slaps against your ass made your orgasm quickly approach.

Moments later, you came calling out his name, and he pulled out, feeling about ready to burst. Your mouths watered at the sight of him stroking his big length. Brody crawled over to you, spreading your pussy lips, looking at your wetness mixed with his pre-cum.

"Can I taste?" She inquired curiously.

"Please do."

She got down in front of you, wrapping your legs around her shoulders, and licked your sensitive bud as she swirled her tongue around your pussy, licking all of your wetness and sucking, making you moan so loud for her.

"Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Eddie groans lowly, resisting the urge to touch himself any longer so he wouldn't cum right there on the spot.

As she ate you out and made eye contact with you, you looked from her to Eddie, whimpering and moaning as you were getting overstimulated and nearing another orgasm.

"She's amazing at eating pussy, Eddie. Fucking me so good with her tongue I'm going to cum again," you mewled and pulled back her hair from her face tightly.

"Be a good slut and make her cum," he commanded as he kneaded her ass and slapped it.

Her tongue licked your pussy, then your ass, and she fingered you until you cried out, reaching your peak again. It felt so fucking good and had your legs shaking as she groaned into your pussy, then sucked her fingers clean.

After you rode out your high, you wasted no time sucking his cock into your mouth and beckoning her over. She crawled on her hands and knees over to you and Eddie and sucked on his balls as you deep-throated him.

"Yeah, you little sluts want my cum on your faces, huh?" He tsked. "Such dirty little girls."

Not being able to last much longer, he pulled out of your mouth and gave his cock a few final thrusts.

You both opened your mouths wide for him as he began to cum first on your tongue and face and then on hers, panting as his release left his body.

"So fucking hot. Taking my load so well. Fuck," he grunted as he stood back and watched you lick your fingers clean and spit some of his cum into her mouth. She spits back into your mouth and kisses you with her tongue as you share your reward. You swallowed and so did Brody. You both opened your mouths, showing him that his cum was all gone now. Watching with satisfaction, Eddie wiped the sweat from his brow. He tasted so fucking good and that night was one you wouldn't soon forget.

Taking groupies back to your tour bus, women and men alike was nothing new, but this girl was special. You gave her a backstage pass, one she could use for the rest of the tour and any dates she wished to attend. And she went to more of Eddie's shows, which led to more mind-blowing sex. Eddie trusted you and you trusted Eddie, and nothing came between the two of you. When you were on the road and had your fun- that was for the tours and after your rock shows as a reward. What happens on the road stays on the road, but that tour was one of the most memorable. What they said about bassists and guitarists having the best fingers was true. Now Brody knew it, too.

soundtrack

mayhem and Rock show by Halestorm animal by WASP nib by black sabbath rock of Ages by Def Leppard turn you by In This Moment I like it rough by Lady Gaga I love rock n' roll by Joan Jett girls girls girls by Motley Crue nothing but a good time by poison my lady dominate by William Control

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[thatsexcpisces]

Random things I associate with each rising sign 💌

Aries rising:

Confidence, sharp eyebrows, being outspoken, lots of tattoos, prominent forehead, going to the gym, frat parties, short temper, courage, impulsive decisions, taking control of a room, finishing in first place, blasting loud music, trusting yourself, traveling

Taurus rising:

Sophisticated taste in restaurants, natural beauty, good food lovers, jewelry, small but full lips, taking good care of plants, healthy hair, clear skin, comfy blankets, offering things to others, bakeries, peace, round faces, soft voices, singing, sleeping in all day

Gemini risings:

Working on a podcast, expressive eyes, funny facial expressions, talking a-mile-a-minute, being the most charming person in the room, thin yet long eyebrows, glasses, being able to talk to anyone, finding the positives in a negative situation, youthful appearance, gossip, Saturday brunch, fairies, pats on the back

Cancer risings:

Pastel-colored clothing, being the support system of the family, gentle hugs, sensitivity, big round faces, glossy eyes, calm voices, hot cocoa, bringing sweet energy to every gathering, empathy, loving animals, silver jewelry, mothers, bright smiles, spring, nice boobs, being kind to outcasts, the ocean, comfort

Leo risings

Self-love, theatre & acting, creativity, baby lions, siren eyes, good taste in fashion, vibrant personalities, gorgeous hair, taking you out for drinks, open to being with anyone, orange & white, cherry-flavored drinks, the beach, karaoke, fancy mirrors, feathered boas, sharp nails that are always done

Virgo risings:

Routines, to-do lists, cleaning the house every Sunday, massages, spa days, ‘clean’ makeup look, soft eyes, face masks, stomach problems, good cooking skills, maturity, color-coded clothes, sunset shades of orange, plants, lavender smells, fresh laundry, delicate jewelry, animal lovers, smooth hair

Libra risings:

Solving conflicts, flirting with everyone, the color pink, smelling good, tulips, easygoing characters, cinnamon rolls, flashy clothes, designer bags, hidden anger issues, carrying snacks everywhere, luscious hair, Regina George, chic flicks, angelic eyes, pearls, long legs, white cats

Scorpio risings:

Living a secret double life, intense stares, red-bottom heels, black eyeliner, purple flowers, heightened intuition, seeing messages in dreams, cigarettes after sex, long hugs, watching movies before going to sleep, headphones on all day, strong perfumes, powerful voices, Halloween, quick comebacks, dirty minded jokes, lace clothes

Sagittarius risings:

Being the funniest person in the room, bright smiles, loud laughs, liked by everyone, elephants, pop-out colors, wisdom, studying at night, traveling the world, defined teeth, strong bodies, dark sense of humor, stylish accessories, not caring what others think, bold lipstick, skiing, reading books to children

Capricorn risings:

Classy & elegant style, hardworking, black sweaters, the newest computer, coffee, nice teeth, tied hair, gold rings, playing golf, money in an envelope, marble tables, hard life, strict parents, gardening, setting rules in every environment, writing down goals, post-it notes, the color green and brown, beautiful houses, poodles

Aquarius risings:

Technology, good social skills, Star Wars, electric blue, individuality, protesting all day, new gadgets, defined jaws, being bored of everyone, writing a blog, music festivals, holographic-themed outfits, reading books, ranting about your favorite show, know-it-alls, hiding how you really feel, Twitter, healthy diets, car dates

Pisces risings:

Painting, sad yet sweet eyes, rewatching the same movie over and over again, sleeping for a long time, reading minds, trauma, taking a walk in the woods, doodling in your notebook, taboo topics, picnics, astral projection, baking on a rainy day, kissing your loved ones, skirts, pretty hair clips, piled up journals, wind, comfy living rooms

[imightgetbetter]

marry me

i made this whole playlist that feels like a playlist of songs you'd dance to in the kitchen with matty and then this happened. i feel so sick over this idea but it's so clear in my head. if one of us suffers, we all suffer. have fun!

Happiness is palpable in the kitchen, the excitement filling the air and the love surrounding the two of you as your favorite playlist of songs echoes through the speakers. On your hand, a heavy, new piece of jewelry sits on your third finger, a golden band with a single diamond cut and centered, glittering under the chandelier that hangs above the kitchen island. On the counter, an open bottle of wine and the cheesy, but always sweet card with the words ‘marry me’ written on the inside in the most perfect handwriting. ‘marry me’ wasn’t a question, more a statement, because it wasn’t a question with you, it wasn’t something he needed to ask you, you would say yes a million times over, and this much he knew. He knew that you would always say yes; that you were his, in this lifetime and the next, it was something you promised him when you were in another country for school and you could only see him every few months, bearing the long video calls and hours of flights to spend a few weeks with each other before being apart again. All of that brought you here, your favorite songs playing over the speakers, a glass of wine in hand, singing happily to Sam Cooke and Otis Redding.

“Here I am,” you sing with a smile, twirling around yourself and pointing happily, “Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m yours.”

Matty smirks, setting the wine bottle down and leaving his freshly poured glass on the counter, walking towards you, and instinctually circling his arms around your waist, his face tucking into your neck without a second thought. He kisses your shoulder delicately, the neatly tattooed heart from one of his many cards right where his lips always find a home. He remembers the day you came home with it, hiding it for as long as you possibly could, until it was inevitable for him to see, and you were asking for his help to take the wrapping off and he could see exactly what it was. His eyes felt wet, his thumb running over it so gently, if you hadn’t seen him do so you wouldn’t have known. He’d only been yours a short while, maybe a year or two, but he knew that it was going to be a lifetime, that you were it for him in this life and the next. He kisses your tattoo twice before sinking into your neck, swaying you gently back and forth for a minute or two, soaking in the way your fingers scratch at his head just right. He felt safe here, tucked away in your arms.

“You stopped singing,” you say quietly, turning your head slightly to kiss his hair, your wine glass forgotten on the kitchen table so you can fully embrace him.

“I just want to hear you,” Matty says softly, his eyes shut against his cheeks, soaking in the sound of your voice and the songs he feels he could dedicate to you in all the right ways. “Won’t you sing for me, darling?”

Matty’s softness warms your whole body, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and the quiet singing of your voice with Leon Bridges sounding throughout the kitchen, the freshly made dinner long forgotten to this quiet dance in the center of the room. Getting lost on your plans with the promise of dancing around your kitchen was something you could always count on with him, and it was something you cherished so deeply, something you craved so much when you were apart, before you were together, that you would never say no. Matty asks to dance, and you’ll be holding his hand all the way out to the floor. His breathing slows as you sway; you would have been worried that he’d was sleeping if not for the occasional squeeze to your backside and a gentle pat to the rhythm of the song.

“I’m not done with you,” Matty sterns as you loosen your grip. Giggles leave your lips, returning to your tightened hold around him and giving him a good squeeze. “Much better.”

“We have all the time in the world to dance,” you promise, and you silently pray that he believes you. “I’ll never not dance with you, Matty.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” you say, pulling away slightly to look at him, your fingers running over his cheek. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re eighteen again, promising him that you’ll love him even from thousands of miles away, that you wouldn’t run off with someone else, and you’re hearing promises of songs written about you and album dedications and a house that you can live in together that is everything you’ve ever wanted. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re in your twenties, watching the love of your life live out his dream, and all he wants is you by his side. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re thirty-three, dancing in the kitchen you always dreamed of having, a ring on your finger, that future you always wanted standing so closely in the distance. “I’ll always say yes.”

Matty grins, his eyes crinkling at the sides, his hands squeezing your hips and pulling you impossibly closer. He wants to be inside your skin, as close to you as physically possible. Matty kisses you deeply, his hands holding your cheeks and rubbing along your skin ever so softly, the kiss warm and welcoming and perfectly familiar. He’s everywhere when you kiss, in your head and on your skin and the butterflies in your stomach and the excitement in your veins. He is impossible not to want, to not need. “You’re mine forever, now, you know that?”

“I want nothing more than to be yours forever. Cross my heart,” you swear, and you mean every word. “Will you always dance with me?”

“Until I can’t hear the music, and even then, I’ll dance with you to the absolute silence,” he says, and you swear that you wish you could bottle his words and hold them forever. “Cross my heart, my darling.”

And the beginning chords of a song you know far too well begins playing, and you’re grabbing your wine glass and taking his hand, twirling under his arm, and stealing sips in between words, his smile a permanent fixture on his lips. “Valerie” by Amy Winehouse is echoing around the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and filling you with joy, the smile on your face contagious it seems. Matty wants to bottle this moment, the way it feels, the excitement he has. It’s you. And it's him. And there is so much waiting for you ahead, so much promised and guaranteed.

Matty is fine with not knowing what all that is, as long as you’re his forever. Cross his heart.

[ladylooch]

In an atmosphere of celebration 🥳 Congratulations on the 300

How about Kempe and reader celebrating a dating anniversary? Very romantic! Lots of affection, slow dances... candles 😍

The Way You Look Tonight with Adrian Kempe

A/N: First, Thank you so much!!! Second, you're speaking my language :) But I think you already know that! I went with a wedding anniversary because I wanted it to be so extra! And that is first wedding anniversary category.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Boob grabbing, so fluffy you’re gonna die.

Adrian Kempe has never been one to skimp.

And tonight, on your first wedding anniversary, is no different.

You just arrived back in L.A. to get settled before the season after visiting both of your families. 

After you finished lunch this afternoon, Adrian immediately sent you off to the salon so you could get your highlights and color retouched along with a quick trim. He surprised you with manicure and pedicure appointments at the same time, followed by full hair and make up. When you returned home, you were disappointed to find he was nowhere to be found. Instead, a gorgeous bouquet of deep, red roses with hints of baby breath sat on your counter. A note in his scratchy writing is resting with a corner under the vase.

A year ago today, we made the best decisions of our lives. Thank you for choosing me, beautiful girl. Happy first anniversary. Jag alsker dig.

P.S. Go upstairs. More fun awaits you.

You lean in, savoring the sweet smell of the roses before giddily bounding up the stairs. There, you find a black garment bag along with two Cartier boxes. You bite your lip, grabbing the smaller of the two and popping it open. Gorgeous pearl earrings greet you. They are reminiscent of your grandmother's that you wore for your wedding last year. The other box has a dainty necklace with yours and Adrian's initials lined along the swoop of the chain. A note from him says more initials can be added as your family grows with a wink.

The jewelry is stunning, but the black, beaded, A line dress really gets your butterflies swirling. It's paired with gorgeous ombre red to black, open toe Louboutin heels. You start to get a little sweaty at the price tag of all these items. You're not sure your gift for him of an engraved Rolex is enough. 

With your hair and make up already done by the professionals, you slip into the outfit he arranged for you. You’re pulling up your phone to text him when his picture appears on the screen with a phone call.

“Babe, where are you?” You whine immediately. He chuckles.

“You’ll see soon. A car is coming to pick you up. Get in it and I’ll see you soon.”

“Oooo kidnapping! I like it.” 

“What? No.” He laughs. “But the driver is named Jason. Check that before you get in.”

Jason does indeed pick you up in front of your condo ten minutes later. You chat while threading through California traffic. Eventually, you get to the beach. The sun is starting to set over the ocean, finding an angle that releases the relentless, summer heat. You’re dropped off in front of an expensive seafood restaurant with gorgeous ocean views. Their patio is usually stacked, but tonight it’s set only for two. 

You slowly walk in. The indoor part of the restaurant is busy. 

“Hi, I’m meeting Adrian Kempe.” The host eyes sparkle excitedly.

“Mrs. Kempe! We have been waiting for you.”

“Oh great.”

She leads you outside to where one table is set up. Adrian is out there, leaning against the railing overlooking the beach. He turns when he hears the door, grinning at you and only you. His hair is pulled back into a bun, just how you like it. He’s wearing a white, t-shirt button down, leaving his tattoos exposed for you to run your fingers along after a few glasses of wine.

“You look just as beautiful as a year ago.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips. “Hi. I missed you all day.” He holds your hand as he admires the outfit he picked for you. It looks better than he could have dreamed on your curves.

“Me too. You’re the one who sent me away.” You remind him. Your hands grip the muscles of his back as you sway together for a moment. His lips rest against your head, breathing in the scent of your hair products.

“Was it worth it?”

“Yes. It was amazing. Thank you.”

“Good. You deserve all of that and more.” He leans away to grab you a glass of champagne. You take a small sip after a clink of your glasses in a cheers.  “To us. Forever.”

“Forever.” You agree, tilting your face up for another soft kiss. His hand at the small of your back presses you deeper. You lose a bit of your footing with his insistence of pressing you deeper into him. 

“Sorry.” He murmurs. “Want you closer than that.”

“Am I going to have to sit on your lap during dinner?”

“Yeah and feed me like a baby bird.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 

After you both finish your first glass of champagne, you grab another then sit down to start munching on your meal. You start with oysters and shrimp ceviche then move into a light salad with butter lettuce and a lemony dressing. You two take turns feeding bites from each others forks, leaning shoulders into each other and stealing kisses as the waiter takes your starter plates away.

“Thank you.” You murmur, then kiss your husband’s lips again. The privacy on the balcony along with the champagne is making you fee loose. “I hope we can recreate other parts of this night together.”

“There is more at home when we are done.”

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm. Champagne… candles… bubbles in a bath tub… chocolate covered strawberries….” He nibbles on the side of your throat as he says that. You let your head fall towards his, gripping his necklace under his shirt for some grounding. He’s recreating your honeymoon too and you hope what happened in that bed then repeats tonight.

Another glass of champagne is gone. Multiple courses begin to filter to the table including pasta, sushi rolls, crispy okra, and a ribeye with a decadent truffle butter sauce. You share everything, but are both too full to consider any dessert. 

“I have something sweet at home for when we want it.” He assures you when you feel guilty about saying no to chocolate gelato. “How about another glass of champagne though?” 

“Yes!” You wiggle against him as he pours you both another round. 

A recognizable, soft jazz beat begins to play in the outdoor speakers. 

Some day, when I’m awfully low… when the world is cold… I will feel a glow just thinking of you.

Your gaze meets his and you feel yourself tear up, remembering the soft steps of your first dance. It was such a hectic night, but all the noise faded when this song played. Adrian had held you so close, lips on your ear the whole time, signing the lyrics to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Dance with me?” He murmurs, kissing along your knuckles hanging off his shoulder. His lips hover on the large wedding rings he gave to you. Their imprint stays in his lips for an additional moment when he pulls away.

“I would love to.” You set your glass on the table and let him lead you to an open area of the patio. He pulls you flush with him, just like he did a year ago, whispering into your ear how incredibly beautiful you are. Then he sings along with Michael Bublé.

“Lovely, never ever change. Keep that breathless charm, won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.” His European accent muddles the words a bit as he sings, making you fall for him again. You pull away, eyebrows pulled low in tender love for your sweet man. 

"Baby." You murmur into his neck. "This is too much. I didn't get-“

"You are worth all of this. I'm so happy. Our life together is better than I could have imagined it being even on our wedding day. I want to spoil you."

“You have. This was all so unexpected and so sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy anniversary.” 

The first pop of fireworks surprises you as they fly off from the beach into the ocean. Adrian hugs you tighter so you know you are safe against his chest. You tilt your head up to the sky, watching the next one burst in gold across the inky, black sky. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim. At your wedding, you had wanted to have fireworks, but the dry weather conditions made it a last minute cancellation from the venue. “You got me our fireworks.” Adrian had tried so hard to get them to reconsider because he knew how much you wanted them with sparklers for your guests.

“I told you I would. Sorry they are a year late.”

“No, it’s perfect.” You admit as he transitions behind you, pressing your back to his front so you can watch together. Both your hands fold together over your stomach, admiring the glittering booms he arranged just for you.

It’s late when you get home. But you two are not tired. There is a glow coming from under your bedroom door as you walk down the hall with him. He pushes the door open from behind you, showing you an oasis of candles, soft music, rose petals complimented by a chilled bottle of champagne on the nightstand.

“I should carry you over the threshold. We never did that last year.” 

“Yeah you were too desperate.”

“Me? You were too.” He laughs, swooping you up. “You ripped the buttons off my shirt.” He brings you into the room.

“Still not sorry about it either.” He sets you down on your feet and you look back at him as he unzips your dress.

“Who is breaking into our house and doing these things for us?”

“Don’t worry about it. They’re gone.” He murmurs against your shoulder. He unhooks your small straps from your shoulders, letting the whole dress pool down at your feet. A groan sounds at the sight of your lacy butt cheeks pressing against his zipper. You rub your booty into him more, creating a hardening there. He reaches up to cup your bare breasts, holding them and stroking their tips into hard peaks. You melt into him.

“Bath?”

“Mhm.” You nod. He leads you forward, wanting to feel you brushing against his lap with each step.

You begin to strip him down in the bathroom. His shirt falls to the floor. You lean forward to kiss along his chest to his shoulder where you sink your teeth into him playfully. He chuckles, showing his straight teeth as you work on his belt next. His bottoms fall to the floor as his fingers hook in your panties, working them down your legs. He kisses his way back up your body, then offers you his hand to step into the tub. You both sink in, skin buzzing from the warmth and the night. You both want each other, desperately, but it’s going to be so worth the little bit of wait. 

“I have one last surprise for you.” He says as smooths bubbles across your arm. He points to his tattoo sleeve. Nestled inside the ripples of roses on his right bicep is your first name with his last, the infinity symbol, and the date of your anniversary. You run your finger tips over it, feeling the raised lines of the fresh ink.

“Babe. I love that. And you more than I can put into words right now. Tonight has been… unbelievable.” You sigh, leaning further back. “How is this all real? How are you real?”

“I constantly want to pinch myself that you’re mine.” He whispers. “So many times you could have left. This is not an easy life you have chosen.”

“No, but you make it easy.” You answer honestly. “If this was with anyone else, it would be so hard. But we have an amazing relationship. One I thought only existed in teen fairytales. I’m proud of us. I know we can handle anything as long as it is me and you.”

“Now to start planning next year….” 

“Oh my god.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought. 

“Maybe no champagne tho…” He trails off. You turn to look at him, knowing this man aches for his baby in you. 

“I would be okay with that.” You admit. He grins, leaning forward to seal the deal with a kiss.

[dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy]

Scripting Template [2]

+=+=Scripting Template=+=+

☐ General

☐ Appearance

☐ Characteristics

☐  Likes/Dislikes

☐ Relations

☐ DR Setting

☐ Cloning + Affirmations

[1] General

Name:

Origin:

Nickname:

Pet name (sweetheart, baby, etc):

Sexuality:

Gender:

Pronouns:

Age:

Mental Age:

Birthdate:

Zodiac/Chinese Sign:

Birthplace:

Current Residence:

Past Residence(s):

Languages:

Accent/Dialect:

Ethnicity:

Race:

Nationality:

[2] Appearance:

[photo]

Hair:

Color:

Length:

Texture:

Cut: [photo]

Eye:

Shape:

Color:

Body/Facial Hair:

Facial Structure:

Height/Weight:

Body Figure (pear, hourglass, etc):

Breast Size:

Body Details:

Scars:

Dimples:

Tattoos:

Piercings:

Birthmark:

Ring Size:

Jawline:

Blood type:

Clothing/Style:

Casual:

Pajamas:

Work Attire:

Exercise:

Party:

Hot Weather:

Cold Weather:

Date Night:

Jewelry:

Rings:

Necklaces:

Earrings:

Other:

Appearance Affirmation:

•I am irresistibly attractive.

•iI have prominent muscles (abs, biceps, etc)

•My hair looks perfect straight, curly, or wavy.

•I never get a bad haircut

•My lips are never chapped.

•My breath is always minty and smells nice.

•My voice is raspy/honey-like/angelic/etc

•My skin never has any pimples, or cysts.

•I have perfect hygiene and smell like ___.

•I have a clear nose and never have earwax.

• My smile is contagious and sweet.

•My smile lights up a room.

•Im immune to lice, greasy hair, and dandruff

•My closet has endless tops, bottoms, underwear, bras, accessories, jewelry, etc

•All my clothes fit me perfectly/just the way i want them to

•My teeth are white

[3] Characteristics:

IQ:

Myers Briggs:

Talents:

Traits:

Hobbies:

Habits:

How do people feel when you walk into the room:

How do people talk about you: How do people perceive you:

How do you perceive yourself:

What do you value in yourself:

Insecurities:

How do you view the glass (half full, half empty, etc):

Fears:

[4] Likes/Dislikes

Color: EXAMPLE Like: red/dislike:green

animal:

food/dish:

dessert:

drink:

alcoholic beverage:

taste:

smell:

season:

place:

holiday:

plant:

book:

literary genre:

movie:

movie genre:

tv show:

tv genre:

actor:

artist/band:

song:

music genre:

clothing style:

game:

game genre:

[5] Relations

Family:

Father(s):

Mother(s):

Sibling(s):

Children:

Extended Family:

Pet(s):

Who Raised You: Who do you favor:

Family Background/History:

Who is alive/deceased:

Work:

Employer:

Employees:

Coworkers:

Friends:

BFF:

Close Friends:

First meeting:

Friends:

Acquaintances:

Love:

First Crush/Love:

Past Partners:

Current Partner(s):

Sex Information:

Marital Status:

[6] DR Setting

First Shift:

The Date:

CR to DR Time: (1 hour in CR: 1 month in DR)

When I shift I…

Feel:

Physically:

Emotionally:

See:

Smell:

Hear:

Wear:

House:

Layout: [photo]

Address:

School:

Primary:

Secondary:

College/University:

Work:

Address:

Coworkers:

Shifts:

Experience:

Book/Movie/TV Timeline:

[this is where you can set up a specific outline if you were shifting for exact media events]

Before:

During:

After:

Memories:

Headcanons:

Events:

[7] Cloning + Affirmations

Safe word/action:

Clone: 

-My clone is always safe. 

-My clone always acts like me. 

-My clone will keep my personality. 

-My clone will remember whats happens in my DR after I return to my CR. 

-My clone will carry out any normal tasks that were left for me in my Cr. 

-My clone will not die. 

-My clone has great mental health. 

-My clone is like me in every way possible. 

Other Affirmations:

misc affirmations:

•I cannot die

•I will not get trauma.

•I will return back to my CR anytime I say my safeword + action.

•I can stay as long as I want in my DR.

•I am not sexually assaulted by anyone.

•I won't forget my safe word/action.

•people in my DR do not notice me shifting when I say my safe word.

•All of my memories from my DR before I enter are automatically there so I know what is going on when I arrive.

•all memories from my CR stay intact when I arrive back.

•I always come back from my DR safely.

•i remember what's happened when i come back to my CR after i shift

•I do not feel severe pain.

•My body is healthy and I never get any diseases aside from the common cold or allergies every so often.

•I never throw up.

•I cannot get pregnant unless i want to

•I have fast metabolism.

•Bodily waste never causes any issues.

•I don't have a period.

•I have a high pain tolerance.

•People in my DR do not know Im shifting.

•no one is in my DR that does not belong

•i can easily run a mile in ___ time.

Shifting Affirmations:

1. i can shift

2. i can shift easily

3. i can shift realities easily

4. i believe i can shift easily

5. i have successfully shifted

6. i have the ability to shift

7. i am focused on shifting

8. i will shift successfully

9. i can shift successfully

10. i am able to shift successfully

11. i am confident in my ability to shift

12. i am in my desired reality

13. i am already in my desired reality

14. i know i am in my desired reality

15. i am in my desired reality already

16. i live in my desired reality

17. i can shift whenever i want

18. i can shift realities whenever i want

19. i believe i can shift successfully

20. i know i can shift whenever i want

21. i know i can shift successfully

22. i’m shifting

23. i know i’m shifting

24. i’m shifting right now

25. i believe shifting is easier than breathing

26. i know shifting is easier than breathing

27. i believe shifting is easier than blinking

28. i know shifting is easier than blinking

29. i believe shifting is easier than moving

30. i know shifting is easier than moving

31. shifting is easier than blinking

32. shifting is easier than breathing

33. shifting is easier than moving

34. i shift everytime i breathe

35. i shift everytime i blink

36. i shift everytime i move

37. i know i have successfully shifted

38. i believe i have successfully shifted

39. i believe i am in my desired reality

40. i have succeeded at shifting to my desired reality

41. i have succeeded at shifting

42. i know i have succeeded at shifting

43. i know i have succeeded at shifting to my desired reality

44. i believe i have succeeded at shifting to my desired reality

45. i believe i have succeeded shifting

46. i know i can shift

47. i have successfully shifted to my desired reality

48. i have successfully shifted to my desired reality because i deserve it

49. i have successfully shifted realities

50. i know i have successfully shifted realities

51. i believe i have successfully shifted realities

52. everything is perfect in my desired reality

53. i am a master at shifting

54. i’m the best at shifting

55. i will shift realities to my ___ DR

56. i can shift realities to ___ DR

57. i can shift realities to ___ DR easily

58. i’m happy to be in my desired reality

59. i’m grateful to be in my desired reality

60. i’m thankful to be in my desired reality

61. my desired reality will follow my script

62. i know shifting realities will work

63. i know shifting realities is real

64. i am shifting to my desired reality

65. i can shift to my desired reality

66. i can shift to my desired reality easily

67. i will shift to my desired reality

68. i know i will shift to my desired reality

69. i have the power to shift

70. i know i have the power to shift

71. i believe i have the power to shift

72. i know i have the ability to shift

73. i believe i have the ability to shift

74. i will wake up in my desired reality

75. i will wake up in the ____.

76. i have shifted realities

77. i know i have shifted realities

78. i went to my desired reality

79. i can shift realities with ease

80. i am going to go to my desired reality

81. i have faith in shifting realities

82. it is easy to shift realities

83. i know it is easy to shift realities

84. i know i am going to go to my desired reality

85. i know i can shift realities with ease

86. i know i have shifted realities

87. i am capable of shifting realities

88. i know i am capable of shifting realities

89. i’m finally in my desired reality

90. i finally live in my desired reality

91. i am a master shifter

92. i look like my dr self

93. i am in my ideal reality

94. i live in my ideal reality

95. i will wake up in my ideal reality

96. i am prepared to shift

97. i know i am prepared to shift

98. i am safe in my dr

99. i am protected in my dr

100. my shifting process will go smoothly

101. i can shift using any method, including ones i make up.

[recovery-is-brutal]

⁘ Annika ⁘ Orlaag-Luzienne ⁘

Ann ; 10th of October ; Zodiac Libra ♎ ; Ascendant Virgo ♍ ; Personality Type INFJ-T

Age: 25. Age people assume her to be: Between 22 and 25. Weight: 81 kg or 178 lbs. Height: 172 cm or 5'6'' ft. Body build: Pear shaped. Average sized shoulders and ribcage, relatively large breasts. Slightly chubby underbelly, wide hips. Long legs, strong and thick thighs. Most weight concentrated on chest, thighs and butt. Relatively fit.

★ —

Voice: A warm, almost boyish mezzo-soprano. Very soft spoken, is sometimes difficult to understand because of that. Almost monotone during everyday conversations, but pitch grows higher and more emotional in situations of distress. Sometimes, when she's very upset, she seems barely able to get any words out at all, and is merely gasping and whimpering in an attempt to get words out. Never raises her voice above a certain level. Doesn't even know if she's physically capable of yelling. Speaks with a mild german accent. Sometimes pronounces words unnecessarily harshly. Unable to roll Rs. Overall attractiveness: Probably a 6/10. Very self conscious about her big nose and thin lips. Has a very feminine body, but hides herself behind oversized clothing most of the time. Visibly overweight, even though the weight is nicely spread across her form. Taller than the norm. Hair is damaged from dyeing it very often. Physical disabilities: None.

★ —

Shape of face: Heart shaped, low but prominent cheekbones, bigger forehead, pointy chin. Eye color: Bluish grey. Glasses or contacts: Glasses (-4 dpt left, -3.5 dpt right)

★ —

Skin tone: Very pale Distinguishing marks: Countless freckles scattered across her body. Stretched earlobes 9/16'' or 14 mm each side. Semicolon tattoo on right pinky finger. Predominant features: Large, slightly upturned nose. Thin lips. Large forehead (covered by bangs). Long eyelashes.

★ —

Hair color: Dyed Black and Moss Green. Naturally Red/Ginger. Type of hair: Wavy Hairstyle: Butterfly Layers. Lower Back Length; Dyed Black. Underlayer Chin Length; Dyed Moss Green

★ —

Usual fashion of dress: Casual, Oversized, Loungewear, Merchandise. Often seen wearing Bandshirts, Anime Shirts, and Meme Shirts - or preferably, hoodies. Doesn't feel comfortable exposing a lot of her skin. Never wears tank tops or skirts, not even in summer. Favorite outfit: Oversized Grey Hoodie depicting Isaac Foster from Satsuriku no Tenshi, black sweatpants with pockets, Overknee Stockings Black (left) and White (right), Rock Rebel ankle boots with purple rose pattern and 3 inch/8 cm heel. Jewelry or accessories: Ear Gauges (color depending on outfit and mood), silver cross necklace.

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Meet my OC from Star-crossed :

*drumroll*

Nina Cerasus

Pic from artbreeder

Pronunciation of her name : Nee-nuh

Family stuff:

22 standard years old born in Naboo (in Heavenbound fic she is 32)

she has a rare heart disease HCM

when her mom got sick her dad left them

her mom died when she was 7 years old

she was raised by her grandmother

she goes to law school

her best friend is Polina who is a vampire

and Anfisa a who is a fae

Appearance:

female

pale skin (comes from her disease)

160 cm, 5'2 feet

skinny but fit and flexible (side effect of her meds and pilates classes)

her cheeks looks blushed (side effect from her meds)

she has freckles

she has diastema (visible gap between her two front upper teeth)

she wears glasses at home and contact lenses when she goes out

she has brunette straight hair, mid length and with curtain bangs, she wears it in different up dos and braids like Nabooan women and likes to clip pearls and star clips in the locks

her hands are always cold (comes from the meds from her disease)

she smells like cherries, almond and mint tea (inspired by tom ford's lost cherry perfume)

she has tattoos: one is on her spine shows different phases of the moon, also it glows in the dark, several ones on her fingers she has tiny dainty stars and constellations, and on the inner side of her hip is a loth wolf in a tribal style art, and a quote on her bacl ankles "Ad astra, per aspera."

her style includes gem colored light fabric dresses, mostly pant suits with cut outs

she has a bracelet a red string with a star shaped lucky charm (gift from her gran for protection)

she has a pair of jade droplet earrings, and an enchanted red amber pendant (both gifts from Maul)

she likes sparkly make up and nailpolish

she has a raspy seductive voice (inspired by sofia bush's voice)

Personality:

she is rather introvert and close to herself

likes to argue, good at keeping information to herself (she is to be a lawyer duh)

she has trust issues, and abandonment issues

says that she doesn't believe in love or relationships but secretly hopeless romantic

only dates but never in a relationship till she meets Maul and later Wolffe in my Heavenboun fic

doesn't like jedi or any Force user, she thinks they are snobs and dogmatics, but later she'll like Master Plo and his wolf pack

she isvery inteligent speaks in several languages

she enjoys art, music, dancing and reading

she is a bit of a nerd when it comes to astronomy (not the horoscope one)

she is currious and patient (especially with Maul)

she looks down on men, she thinks they all liars, and cheaters, and only good to manipulate/to be an acessory/ to please her in bed till she founds love

she will do everything to her friends and loved ones

she has a soft spot for Anfisa (my other OC)

hard to open up but actually super sweet

maybe a bit impulsive, but at same time she has a 5 year plan already

they call her the "ice queen" because her specialty is freezing out people and always looks calm and collected but under the hard shell she panic a lot

Other:

she is a party girl but only because she loves dancing

her hobby is star gazing and her dream job is to be a star cartographer

she never left Naboo before, but dreams to travel the galaxy and make star maps in Star-Crossed fic, in Heavenbound she leaves in Couruscant

she is allergic to tooka cat fur

she can't drive a ship

pretty good in self defense and shooting (both comes from Polina's idea to join self defense classes)

she collects celestial themed jewelry

she is terrible at cooking

to quit smoking she learnt how to tie a knot with her tounge from a cherry stem, so she always carry some cherries with her

AN: So that's all I could collect in this moment. Sorry for any mistype or bad English this is not my first language. Other character deep dive list and mood boards are in plans so I hope you'll like her as much as I do.

I plan to make one about what characters and persons inspired her personality, looks and name (no it not comes from mine even though it's similar to my nickname)

💖

Nika

Taglist: @hellhound5925 @cloneloverrrrr @stardustbee @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @firstofficerwiggles

[yloiseconeillants]

all right so. another thing i wrote ages ago finally making its way to tumblr because kytheon @mythandral brainrot too strong this morning. this is set the morning after an orgy lmao so there's like, some oblique references to that - nothing explicit, but putting it under a cut anyway.

When the world came back into focus, Ariadne realized she didn’t actually know where she was. She was tucked into a corner of a couch, someone else’s robes draped over her like a blanket. She was naked beneath the robes, which didn’t surprise her based on the last few memories of last night she still held, but looking around the dim room, she could see she wasn’t the only one. She recognized some of her friends, their limbs wound tightly around each other as they slept, and smiled weakly, recalling another round of brief memories of the previous night. Her headache was better than it could have been, all things considered. Her other senses slowly became sharper: she smelled coffee. She stretched her sore limbs and climbed into the robes, finding them much longer than her own would have been, then lifted the hem to step around still-sleeping bodies to follow the siren call of caffeine.

The smell led her to a small, sparsely equipped kitchen with large, open windows. It was so bright, especially in comparison to the room she wandered in from. A red-haired man, adorned with braids and jewelry, sat at a small table covered by an assortment of empty, mis-matched mugs and glasses huddled around a pitcher of steaming coffee. He was shirtless, covered in tattoos and piercings, and absolutely at ease here, awake and alert.

“Morning!” Kytheon called brightly, setting his mug down. 

“Urghhh,” Ariadne groaned in response, sitting down beside him. He poured another mug of coffee for her and slid it toward her. She took a hesitant sip, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes again, they fixed on a bright blue grouping of triangles freshly tattooed onto the back of Kytheon’s shoulder. She reached out, her fingers tracing around the triangles, but not touching the ink itself. “These are new.”

“Ha! You were fawning over them last night, too.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about them again, now that I’m sober. Though… maybe after coffee.” They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, listening to morning bird song and the soft snores of their friends from the other room.

“I wanted to mention,” Kyth began, breaking their brief vigil, “I’ve seen your work out there. It’s thriving, doing things I would never have expected of a plant.”

“They’re not plants. They’re something else entirely,” she huffed.

“All right,” he laughed. “Either way, you should see them. Come out with me some time, get some sun on your skin. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Her shoulders fell slightly, as she pulled her borrowed robes closer around herself.

“Hmph. Maybe. If I can find the time,” she stammered, trying to find a quick excuse. Kyth reached out, briefly squeezing her hand in his.

“No pressure.”

“No pressure,” she repeated, turning the words in her mind.

[godkilller]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁    𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

COLOR.       ——     red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white, teal, silver, gold, grey, lilac, metallic, matte, royal blue, strawberry red, charcoal grey, forest green, apple red, navy blue, crimson, cream, mint green, magenta, pastels, bubblegum pink, blood red, ivory.

ELEMENTAL.      ——        fire. ice. water. air. earth.  rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

BODY.       ——       claws. long fingers. fangs. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape-shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

WEAPONRY.        ——       fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. venom. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

MATERIAL.        ——        gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

NATURE.       ——       grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

ANIMALS.       ——       lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. pigeons. centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK.      ——      sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

HOBBIES.       ——        music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. fiddle . cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

STYLE.       ——       lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar. no makeup.

MISC.       ——        balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. ripe. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirror. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. laughter. screams. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. stories. drugs. kindness. love.

tagged by: i stole it tagging: @dokuhai, @keikakudori, @owabisuru, @madestars, and you!

[darthmaulification]

I loved your sugardaddy death maul dribbles n headcannons 😔👌🏻 will you make more in the future?? I’d love to see more tbh 😩💖💖💖

LOLZ sorry for being so inactive gamers, i’ve been doing a lot in my IRL life. 😅 this has been sitting in my inbox for a lil while, and since then sugar daddy maul has been haunting me. 💗

i totally want to write more, especially a full length thing, but it’s honestly a lot of twiddling my thumbs and twirling a lock of hair around my finger waiting for inspiration to write to strike LMAO 💀💀

i did write these two mini drabbles to tide us all over until then though!! enjoy!!

(18+ and as gn!reader as possible!! also the second drabble got a tad dark whoops)

clothes shopping

“Wonderful.” The compliment is spoken in a tone often reserved for the midnight hours and glasses of champagne. Maul continues in that same sultry purr, “Positively radiant.”

Red satin and shimmering chiffon drape over your body like a crimson waterfall. The robes are form-fitting in all the right places, breathable and flowy where needed. Gilded armbands hold the fabric up while gold bracelets around your wrists keep a loose sleeve on your arms. Your feet are bare, aside from a couple toe rings and pearl anklets.

And, as always, the thin gold chain with its single ruby eye sparkles around your neck.

You meet Maul’s gaze in the shop mirror. behind you, he stands tall, one arm behind his back, one hand at his chin— contemplative, mulling over his thoughts and the sight of you in the gorgeous robes and jewelry he picked out, appraising. With a smirk and approving hum, Maul’s expression shifts into one of utmost satisfaction.

“You look delectable, my pet.” He says, voice as smooth as honey and just as addictive. He places his gloved leather palms firm on your hips, squeezing, a hot iron grip— a promise. His touch is like heaven on fire, and the positive attention has you preening. A smile pulls your lips upwards, then Maul brings one hand up to your neck and a single finger hooks around your choker.

“Let us retire to my quarters, shall we?”

-

arm candy

It’s not the first time that your presence has been accosted in such a manner, but that doesn’t make it any less upsetting. The words levied at you burn your mind, swirling around your thoughts like a vicious storm. Deep down, you know it's nothing to be ashamed of— as you’re content and happy with your life— but your chosen... profession has a stigma that nips close at its heels.

Just another common whore, all desperate and spread-legs, for a man’s attention. You going to warm my bed too, sweetheart?

The Zabrak who had spit that at you was not your Zabrak. He was some sneering, tight-lipped Iridonian Zabrak, with dull beige skin and minimal tattoos. Your Dathomirian Zabrak, with his masterful body art, would never say such a thing to you— Least not without your explicit consent.

The room's at a complete hush. Dead silence. Next to you, where Maul sits in his throne, you can practically feel the fire of his wrath searing the air. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you continue to stare at your folded hands in your lap.

In your peripheral, Maul snarls and rises abruptly. His voice comes out in a deadly hiss, “What did you say?”

The words slice the stiff and unmoving atmosphere, and you look up just in time to see the Iridonian's haughty visage practically crumbles. He makes eye contact with you— fear written plain on his face— and you look away, at Maul.

He stands tall, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw muscles tense. A vicious snarl tugs his face into one that screams danger— a cobra coiled and braced to strike. His eyes are blistering, volcanic eruptions. Maul’s saberstaff hangs at his hip, sheathed, but waiting.

"I-I...! I meant no-no— Please forgive me.” The Iridonian stammers through a desperate plea for his life, taking several steps back, unknowingly bumping into the two black-armored Mandalorian guards who appear like harbingers of death behind him. He yelps when they sieze his arms, cries out in pain when one of the two kicks his knee out from under him. The beige Zabrak falls to the floor with a thunk!, held aloft by the iron grips on his upper arms.

“Please! I’m sorry! I beg of you!” You watch as the Iridonian begins to openly weep, sniveling in the face of his demise like the coward he is. Maul glances to you and clears his throat, gaining your attention. Though his expression is still furious, and his hackles raised and stern— His eyes are soft for you.

“It’s your call, my darling pet.” Maul says in a low rumble, and everything the other man said to you melts away. You give Maul a small smile, fiddling with the ruby on your choker, and although you’ve never considered yourself a vengeful person— You’re allowed to send a message here.

“I think he’d quite like being locked away for a little while, my Lord.” You reply, and Maul grins wolfishly, flicking his wrist. At once, the Mandalorians heave the prisoner into the grasp and without wasting a second, march out of the room. The sounds of the Iridonians pleads and screams disappear the second the doors close.

Maul steps closer to you, a dangerous grin on his face, and his gloved hand lays firm on the base of your neck. His thumb rubs circles on your skin, and you lean into his touch. Maul’s index finger loops around your choker just as his other hand rises to cradle your chin in his palm. He turns your head to look up at him, and you’re gone to his honeyed gaze.

“Fantastic decision, my pet.” He purrs, akin to a satisfied lion and just as regal. Then, in an action that’s quite rare combined with the praise, Maul leans down and plants a kiss to your lips. 

[thinkin-bout-milgram]

Baseless Milgram HCs

Hello hello! It's Mercury! Pluto and I had way too much fun coming up with these, you can thank her for a lot of them.

Haruka

Absolutely bites fingernails

 -    Hands are constantly bleeding from picking at hangnails, digging nails into palms, maybe even SH

-     Late trial 1, got bandages from Shidou to wrap around his hands and such

Believes that storks bring babies and the tooth fairy is real

-     Tried to yank out teeth for tooth money a few times

clumsy as all hell

-     Giving, like, baby giraffe “WHY ARE MY LIMBS THIS LONG” energy

Yuno

Extensive hair care

- Like hair masks and a specific hair washing schedule

Doesn't have a lot of makeup but it's all really good stuff like designer (channel lipstick and foundation, Dior lip oils, etc.) Japanese eyeliners or Korean beauty products

Gets her nails done, acrylics

Has two phones: one is a pink bedazzled flip phone and the other is the most recent iphone

Has a vast perfume collection that includes Carolina Herrera’s Good Girl, Miss Dior by Dior, Flowerbomb by Viktor&Rolf, and Versace’s Bright Crystal.

Wanted to be an idol for the attention and adoration, but was too lazy and too bad at both the dancing and singing for it

Listens to bubblegum pop only

Secretly collects photocards for a girl group

Fuuta

Voluntary ginger (he dyes his hair, it's naturally dark brown or black)

Acne scars and still has acne

-     Mask to hide acne, mask causes acne etc

-     Absolutely does not wash his face, or like splashes water on his face once a week

Pointy teeth bc I say so

Hes absolutely into cat girls,,,,

Dragonmaid body pillow,,,, I'm just saying

Has never owned an iPhone, only androids.

Bought a bunch of chains on amazon but never figured out how to clip them onto his pants

Surprisingly decent kisser despite the mass incel energy he radiates and his lack of literally any experience

Muu

Never went outside as a child

Always had a hair bow as a kid too

-     Like,,, 2 sides pulled to the back in a half ponytail kinda style

When she full on laughs, she snorts

Gets nails done, French manicures only tho

Sees herself as the Marinette but is absolutely the Chloe

Hates the feeling of sunscreen, so she only wears it in makeup containing SPF

All of her earrings are sterling silver because she’s sensitive to the other metals

Also owns lots of pearl jewelry.

Shidou

Lefthanded (this is prob canon tho, watch him use scissors in Throwdown)

Has a small tattoo in an easy to hide spot like lower back that matched with his S/O

-     Smth cute like matching flowers

Only ever wears boring colors (black, white, gray, navy)

-      That bird of paradise shirt is like the only colorful thing he wears, its from his S/O

Always has chapstick on him, also an avid lotion user

Has a lot of candles, specifically lavender or eucalyptus scented ones

Can drive

Collects vinyls

He’s never been big on cologne, but wears Acqua di Gio by Armani because he got it as a gift once and never ventured outside of it

Mahiru

Freckles!!!

Changes styles depending on who she's with but it's always ultrafem

Has a lot of makeup in the same shade but either drug store or like e.l.f.

Only paints her nails herself

Dollification thing,,,,,

Only into sun star sign astrology

-     "Whats an ascendant sign?"

Henna tattoos so she can constantly change them around to match her vibe

Laughs like a hyena

Puts anything and everything her S/O interacts with in a scrapbook

-     She only knew him for what 2 weeks? and already has at least 8 full scrapbooks

She’s kinda a shit kisser because she's just way too eager

Kazui

Buffzui is objectively correct but I hate it

Reading glasses

Dyes his hair to hide gray roots

-     Although he jokes ab being old he's actually super self conscious ab it

Red green colorblind

Sneezes like an old man

-     Earth shattering, trumpet nose blowing

Amane

Cuts her own hair with safety, kiddie scissors

-     That's why it's super choppy

Never owned any toys except for one teddy bear she's super attached to, but she hides him under her bed

Def broke a lot of bones when she was younger

Has really bad eyesight but bc of cult rejection of modern things and medicine, she just squints and thinks it's normal to not be able to see

Mikoto

Nose piercing, tongue piercing

Has a closet full of just shoes and a second FAT closet with a bunch of designer stuff

-     Where does he get them from??? How does he afford them??? Cause like isn't he basically fresh out of college (nobody knows)

-     Claims he knows ppl in the fashion industry

Def has tattoos

-     Birth flower (marigold) bleeding with a knife thru it (shoulder blade)

-     Hanged man tarot card tattoo BUT ITS ON FIRE (bicep)

-     There’s a really big one on his upper thigh that you can barely see when he wears ripped jeans (thinks it makes him look hot so he wears ripped jeans a lot)

-     There's def more I just don't want to think of more

Switch energy no cap  

Snores honk mimimimi

Dyes his hair a lot but only browns, blondes and black (no ginger mikoto)

He deserves lower lashes LIKE THE WHORE HE IS

Has a Poloroid camera, but didn’t realize he has to by the film separately so the camera just sits somewhere in his apartment

-     He thinks its broken

His favorite flavor to vape is Mango

Man is a very mid kisser like he uses way to much tongue (as much as this hurts me to admit)

Kotoko

Only owns 1 pair of running shoes and 1 pair of stompy boots

-    All others are unnecessary

Eyebrow piercing, right side so it's not covered up by her hair

Lower inner lip snake fangs tattoo, claw mark tattoo on her hip

-     Easy to hide places so she's less identifiable for vigilante stuff (ignore the piercings tho lmao)

Pegs men (??? blame Pluto)

Has 2 guitars, 1 is a hit trophy (bashed a guy in with it and kept it)

Shops at ragstock and hot topic only

Buff!!

Has huge ass feet

Only owns harsh eyeliner and black eyeshadow

[yandere-sideblog]

i’m way to lazy to draw all of these guys so here’s how i imagine the npcs i like. i will draw all them eventually tho

mason - lean but muscular body, 5’11, ginger hair, short like an overgrown buzz cut, undercut, very tan but has bad tan lines, dark brown eyes, visible abs, about 24

siris - wiry and skinny body, 6’1, wavy pale ashy blonde hair, thick eyebrows, watery blue eyes, a bit of a stubble, hair is slightly overgrown and reaches about mid-neck, turtlenecks, square glasses, hook nose, about 36

river - tall and slightly broad frame, long brown hair with grey streaks, square glasses, grey eyes, straight nose, pale, tear troughs, calloused hands, cross around neck, blazers, collared shirts and ties, shined shoes, 6’0, visible ribs, about 45

doren - extremely tall and muscular frame, 6’5, short shaggy ginger hair, low ponytail, bushy eyebrows, ginger beard, amber/yellow eyes, tan skin, workplace casual clothes, chiseled jaw, huge pectorals, big muscles, long canines, about 42

landry - slicked back short brown hair, 5’9, black turtleneck, sharp grey eyes, skinny and average frame, naturally arched eyebrows, average looking but still objectively handsome, about 30

briar - feminine face, lean and toned body, long eyelashes, wine red lips, slicked back long chestnut brown hair about waist length, unbuttoned suit showing off chest, glass of red wine, manicured fingers, many rings, heels, hazel eyes, about 35

bailey - stocky but well built body, 5’10, slicked back deep black hair, eye bags, bloodshot eyes, tear troughs, sharp jaw, long white scar across face, furrowed eyebrows, tattoo on left pectoral to just above left forearm

darryl - skinny and long limbed body, 5’8, round glasses, overgrown brown hair about shoulder length, big timid green eyes, attractive face, professional suit, glasses on forehead, a few cuts and bruises, about 35

robin - slender body, 5’9, dark skin, curly short messy ginger hair, bright friendly blue eyes, freckles, school uniform worn proper, friendship bracelets on right wrist, orangey blush, about 18

kylar - short and petite body, 5’4, very skinny, extremely pale skin, red undereyes, long overgrown slightly greasy black hair about mid back length, unzipped hoodie over school uniform, untied red converse, gaunt face, about 18

sydney - lithe and slender body, 5’9, fair skin, rosy cheeks, amber eyes, librarian glasses with chain, fluffy long blonde hair tied into high ponytail, hook nose, very sharp jawline, kind eyes, proper uniform including blazer, carrying some sort of books, about 18

great hawk - lean but muscular body, 6’3, grayish brown skin, very long white grey hair, almost naked save for loincloth, decorated with beaded necklaces and jewelry, some piercings, thick eyebrows, sharp bright yellow eyes, large feathery white wings, very long and sharp nails, about 25(?)

niki - average body, 5’10, dark skin, dark brown hair with a white streak, plump lips, lollipop, camera around neck, slight stubble, wine red turtleneck, ear piercings, lazy smile, manicured fingers, about 24

[gerudospiriit]

basics.

general information.

full name Nabooru

nicknames Nabs, Booru but only people close to her can call her that; Lone Wolf, The Exalted

preferred name Nabooru

age Verse dependent; late 20s to early 30s to ancient and ageless apparently

date of birth July 30

place of birth Gerudo Fortress/Gerudo Desert

zodiac Leo

gender Female

nationality Gerudo

religion The Gerudo Pantheon but her faith isn't the strongest

orientation Pansexual

physical attributes.

face claim None

voice claim I don't have a specific one but a mix between like Kida from Atlantis and Meg from Hercules is what I imagine

height 6'0" (I'm still on the fence of making her taller but I'm STUBBORN)

weight I don't know. I'm horrible at figured that sort of thing out.

build Decently muscular with some nice curves ;3

exercise habits Daily combat training alongside other exercises she deems relevant to her lifestyle (climbing, running, resistance, etc.)

allergies None

hair color Bright red

hairstyle Straight, usually either pulled up in a high ponytail or braided

eye color Gold

glasses/contacts No

dominant hand Ambidextrous

tattoos None, but I play with the idea of giving her some...but the paint they wear for ceremonies/battle will do for now

piercings Earlobes and maybe belly button because I still like the idea

outfit/clothing style She typically wears Gerudo styles with tops that bear her midriff and harem pants.

jewelry/accessories She loves jewelry so, yes. Typically: multiple rings, gloves or arm bands, her usual chunky choker or other necklace(s), her headpiece signifying her rank, and she never leaves her room without her armband for...reasons.

background information.

hometown Gerudo Desert

current residence Gerudo Desert

spoken languages Gerudo, Hylian, some Zora and Goron

driver's license N/A...you don't need those to ride horses.

occupation Chief of the Gerudo

familial information.

relationship status verse dependent, but typically single