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daisynik7 · 4 months

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Double the Fun

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Reiner Braun

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~3.9k

cw: next-door neighbors Eren and Reiner, modern day au, all characters are mid-twenties, explicit language, p*rn no plot, smut – threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, anal play, spit play, nipple play, cunnilingus, face-riding, blowjob, hand job (M/M), double-penetration, multiple orgasms from the reader, sex toy use (anal plug), cream pies (in both holes), Reiner is a bit of a perv and sniffs panties (just like how he sniffed Historia’s letter in the finale LOL), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie), slight degradation (use of slut, cock slut, whore, and cock sleeve to address the reader), slight breeding kink, sex without a condom (assuming reader is on some form of birth control)

Summary: You’ve been having a bit of a dry spell recently with how busy you’ve been at work. When you finally manage to snag a date with one of your online dating matches, you’re unfortunately stood up, leaving you in a worse mood than before. Lucky for you, your two hot neighbors are more than willing to cheer you up.

Author’s Notes: Phew! This one is a doozy! Please make sure you read the content warnings before reading. This is filthy and shameless; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I LOVE Eren and Reiner together, idk, they just always scratch this everlasting itch I have. I’m still getting used to writing threesomes, so I hope this is okay! Also, this is my first foray into butt stuff and I may have awoken something inside me, LOL. MDNI divider by the loveliest @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading!

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part 4 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

“Are you sure you don’t want me to sit, like, two tables away? What if this guy is sketch?”

You can spot the obvious concern in Pieck’s voice through the speaker of your phone, which is currently face-up on top of your vanity as you get ready. You finish the last steps of your makeup, inspecting yourself in the mirror, satisfied. “Don’t worry, I’ve got pepper spray in my purse in case he tries anything funny,” you assure your best friend. It’s been a while since you last went on a proper date. Pieck’s always been a worry-wart about you meeting strangers from your online dating apps, constantly reminding you to stay vigilant. Tonight is no different.

“You should at least let your hot neighbors know that you’re going out, so they can keep an eye out for you,” she suggests, throwing that in casually. Ever since you moved in a few months ago, she’s been rooting for you to hook up with either of the two men next door, Eren Jaeger and Reiner Braun. She’s met them plenty of times in passing and would much rather you date one of them instead of the countless of mysterious men on your current roster.

There’s no denying that they’re attractive. Eren with his long, dark hair, striking eyes, and toned physique. Reiner with his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and well-groomed goatee. They also happen to be incredibly friendly towards you, always greeting you in the hallway with a genuine smile, asking how your day went or what you’ll be up to. They’ve invited you for dinner on several occasions, which has always been pleasant, sometimes leaning towards the flirtatious side. You’re sure they’re just nice guys, cordial neighbors looking out for one another. There’s nothing more to it than that, even if a small part of you wants there to be.

You step back from your reflection, checking yourself out once one more. “I’ll be fine, Pieck.”

“What if I can’t reach you? There should be at least one other person who’s aware of your whereabouts, right?” This is what binging too many true crime documentaries does. Still, you’re grateful for your friend’s concern, knowing it’s all out of love. You can tell she’s actually distressed about this, so you end up agreeing, mostly to appease her. She wishes you well before hanging up as you slip into heels by the door.

You tug at the hem of your skimpy black dress, hand motionless on the doorknob. It’s your first date in over a month. Work has been so busy that you haven’t had time for romance or sex. The variety of sex toys tucked away in your drawer has been your only solace these past few weeks. To say you’re ready for some real action is an understatement. You’re also incredibly nervous, afraid you’ve lost your groove. That’s why you’ve taken extra measures to fully prepare yourself for anything tonight.

With a deep breathe, you step out into the hallway, following Pieck’s advice. You knock on your neighbor’s door and Eren is the first to answer. His expression brightens when he realizes it’s you. “Hi,” he greets you, flashing that charming smile of his. He scans you up and down, taking in your appearance. “Wow.”

“Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” you grin, twirling for him.

He swallows hard, checking you out once more. “Definitely a good wow.”

It’s that extra boost of confidence you need for this date, so you’re appreciative of him. “Thank you, Eren. You’re always so sweet.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. “So, hot date tonight?”

You decide to be honest with him. “Yeah. It’s been a minute, so I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. Any guy would be lucky to date you.” His eyes twinkle at you kindly.

You imagine Pieck screaming at you from twenty miles away, begging you to date Eren instead of going out with this random swipe right. Eren is simply a sweet guy paying his neighbor a compliment. There’s nothing more to it than that. Before you get the chance to thank him, Reiner’s deeper voice calls out from inside the apartment. “Who is it?”

Without taking his eyes off you, Eren answers with your name. Soon, the blonde joins him, jaw dropping when he notices you. “Fuck.”

Eren elbows him in the chest, to which Reiner mutters a strained apology. “Sorry. You just look amazing.”

The flattery is almost too much, cheeks warm with embarrassment, stomach fluttering. “Thank you.” Reiner is usually the more forward of the two, blurting out whatever is on his mind, though you’re not complaining.

Grinning, Reiner asks, “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

“Someone I met online. My friend said I should let my wonderful neighbors know my whereabouts tonight, in case I end up missing,” you explain casually.

“How morbid,” Eren chuckles. “We’ll keep an eye out for you later so that your friend doesn’t have to worry.”

“I would appreciate that.”

Reiner raises a brow at you. “Unless you’re planning on sleeping with him. We probably won’t see you if it does go well.” He hunches forward when Eren lands another blow to his chest, shutting his roommate up.

You giggle, agreeing with him. “No, you’re totally right. I’m going to stay optimistic and say that if I don’t come home tonight, that’s a good thing.”

“We’ll hope for the best, then,” Eren replies, beaming.

You turn to leave, waving farewell to them. Reiner yells out, “Have fun tonight! But not too much fun!”

~~~

You return to your apartment complex less than two hours later, heels clicking loudly on the tiled steps, feet heavy with disappointment. After taking a twenty-minute taxi ride to the restaurant you agreed to meet him at, you proceeded to wait an entire hour only to realize that you’ve been stood up. No text, no reply, no call. You’ve been made a fool, completely humiliated, the night and the rest of your weekend absolutely ruined by this asshole’s no-show.

It takes you a while to dig through your purse for your keys, patience already worn thin. Frustrated, you groan out loud, staring up at the ceiling. “Why me?”

In the worst timing ever, the door to your left swings open. Eren pops his head out, saying your name curiously.

Reluctantly, you turn to face him. “Hey.”

He comes out, dressed casually in sweats, hair wrapped in a messy bun with the few stray strands draping the back of his neck. “That was quick.”

With an unconvincing smile, trying to hide the shame that currently consumes you, you admit, “I got stood up.”

His demeanor changes instantly. The concern on his face is endearing, and when he drifts towards you, he reaches out, then drops his arm, unsure how best to console you without crossing any lines. “No way.”

You nod, sighing. “It’s true.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He steps closer to you, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder, testing the waters.

You smile at him, enjoying this simple touch of comfort. “It’s fine. It is what it is.”

The two of you linger like this, Eren gazing into your eyes, holding you. His palm is hot on the fabric of your dress, and for a split second, you wonder how pleasant it’d be on your bare skin. And maybe it’s your wishful thinking or your desperation for human contact after being rejected tonight, but you can feel the heat of a spark between you now. Before you let your fantasies drive you to do something unprecedented, you search your bag again, finally retrieving your keys. He lets you go, watching you shove them into the keyhole, unlocking the door. “Are you okay?”

In all honestly, you’re not, but there’s nothing him or anyone else can do about it, right? “I’ll be okay. Sucks that I got all dressed up for this, though. What a waste.”

He doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words carefully. “Well,” he starts, the faintest blush tinged on his cheeks. “It doesn’t have to be.”

You stare at him, heart beating faster, making sure you’re understanding him correctly. “Really?”

He clears his throat, licking his lips. “Yeah. Maybe we can get some use out of it.”

“We?”

As if on cue, Reiner emerges from inside their apartment, having heard everything. “Fuck that shitty asshole. You’ll have way more fun with us.” He stands next to his roommate, grinning at you.

This time, you do listen to Pieck’s voice in your head, yelling at you to go for it. To let these two alluring neighbors of yours take care of you the way you deserve. Already feeling better, you give them a coy smile, opening the door to let them in. “Okay, then. Come on in.”

~~~

It’s the first time they’ve ever been inside your apartment, though you save the formal tour for later. As soon as the three of you are inside, door shut, shoes off, they’re both kissing you fiercely. Eren faces you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, hot and heavy. He caresses your sides, squeezing the curves of your body through your dress. Reiner is behind you, grip just below Eren’s, firm on your hips. His lips brush delicately on the nape of your neck, groin pressed to your backside, the bulge protruding from his pants growing harder and harder between your ass cheeks. You moan into the kiss, pussy throbbing in your lingerie, eager to be touched by either man, by both of them. Why did you even bother trying to hook up with strangers online when the perfect matches were beside you all along?

Reiner chuckles, breath hot on your ear, voice low and rugged. “You’re really horny, aren’t you? All dolled up and ready to be fucked, huh?” There he goes again, blunt and straightforward and so fucking sexy, exactly what you need tonight.

And here is Eren, soft and gentle, committed to kissing you, whispering sweet nothings any chance he gets. “You’re beautiful. Such a gorgeous girl. So pretty for us.” Also exactly what you need.

You lead them into your bedroom, Eren flipping on the light switch, keeping his lips on you while Reiner strips out of his clothes, starting with his pants. Eren does the same, hoisting his shirt off, revealing his impressive figure. You attempt to slip out of your dress, but Reiner stops you. “Keep it on,” he rasps, down to his underwear now, boner more obvious, poking out from his briefs.

Eren pinches your butt, snapping the tight fabric to your skin. “We’re not letting this go to waste, remember?”

You nod mindlessly, brain hazy with lust, too eager to be fucked. “Fuck me,” you beg, spit smeared all over your lips.

They both laugh softly, walking you towards the bed. “So impatient, so needy,” Eren coos, positioning himself in front of you, toying with the hem of the skirt.

Reiner sits up against the headboard, propping you up on his lap, your back pressed to his muscular chest. “What’s the rush, baby?” he teases, licking a stripe behind your ear. “We’re going to take care of you. Right, Eren?”

Eren bites his lip as he works your dress up past your thighs until it’s bunched up at your hips, exposing your soaked thong on your wet cunt. “Oh fuck yeah,” he huffs, salivating. “Gonna make you feel so good. Make you come so fucking much.”

You spread your legs wider for him, a pathetic whine escaping your throat, more and more desperate by the second. He hooks his finger on the crotch of your panties, smirking at the string of arousal that stretches between the fabric and you. “So fucking wet, holy shit.”

He tugs it all the way off your legs, tossing it over to Reiner, who brings it up to his nose, taking a big whiff. “Such a slut for wearing these on a first date. Our naughty girl.” He lets your lingerie fall from his grasp onto the floor, sliding to the plush of your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart.

Eren dives in, spreading his wide tongue flat on your clit, moving it side-to-side, stimulating you into your first orgasm. Your knees twitch from the sensation, the pleasure rippling through you like waves of ecstasy. You turn your head towards Reiner’s, opening your mouth, pleading him for a kiss. He obliges, sticking his tongue inside you, slurping up your saliva, hungry for it. “You’re so fucking nasty,” he growls, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. “Bet you have toys hiding in here. Why don’t we have some more fun and play with them?” You whimper wantonly, keen on the idea of Reiner using whatever he wants on you to make you come again.

He finds exactly what he’s looking for: your precious anal plug, tapered on one end, heart-shaped gem on the other. When he pulls it out, he barks out a laugh, almost like he can’t believe his luck. “You really are a whore,” he whispers in your ear, sinister and wicked, about to have too much fun with this. “Did you prep yourself to be fucked in the ass? Be honest.” Even Eren pauses, peering up at you, curious.

“Yes,” you mewl, squirming with arousal, body tingling all over.

Eren’s chuckle reverberates against your clit, releasing you from his mouth to lap at your wet slit. “Good girl,” he muffles, collecting your cum on his tongue. “So perfect for us.”

The dynamic between them spurs you on, Eren playing the good guy, Reiner playing bad. Both of them work together with a common goal in mind: to cheer up their pretty neighbor from what would have been a bummer of a night. But already, you’re thankful that you were stood up; you’re certain now that this is the much better alternative.

“Eren, switch spots with me,” Reiner demands. “And you,” he says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “On your stomach.”

You both obey him without protest. Eren leans against the headboard with a dazed look in his eyes, licking his shiny, cum-coated lips. He smiles as you gaze up at him, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him. You open wide, tapping the tip of his dick on your tongue before sinking down on him until you’re too the hilt, swallowing him into the back of your throat. He cups yours cheeks, caressing you gently. “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. My gorgeous girl.” You accept the praise shamelessly, relishing the distinct taste of him.

From behind, Reiner worships you, squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to ogle at your fluttering hole. Without warning, he hocks a frothy wad of spit directly onto it, teasing his thumb on the rim. “Fuck, baby,” he utters as you moan on Eren’s cock. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

You nod, taking Eren deeper, your nose pressed to his groin, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth, bracing yourself. The plug is slick with lube as Reiner pushes it in carefully until the heart-shaped jewel is flush to your hole. He swears under his breath, marveling at the sight before him, cock pulsating in his fist. You stay like this for a while, adjusting to the toy inside you. It really did help that you prepared for this earlier.

“So sexy,” Eren murmurs from above you, staring on your backside. “You take it so good, sweetheart.”

“Like an obedient slut,” Reiner adds, using his thumb to push the plug the slightest bit deeper. He lifts your hips to position himself below you so that you’re straddling his face. “Can you come again, baby?”

“Of course she can. She’s our good girl,” Eren purrs, petting your head softly as you continue to blow him.

Reiner eats you out sloppily, different from Eren, who’s intentional with his every move. It sends you into another frenzy, pushing you closer and closer over the edge, especially when he begins playing with the plug, pumping it in and out of you slowly. You’re overstimulated with Eren’s hot cock throbbing in your mouth, clit swollen on Reiner’s tongue, and asshole puckered around the smooth glass of the plug. You reach your climax easily, gushing all over Reiner’s face, riding out your orgasm until you’ve completely soaked him in your juices. He drinks it all up, messy and greedy for every drop of you he can scour. He really is as insatiable as you imagined he’d be.

You release Eren to catch your breath, to which he tips your chin up to face him. “You’re incredible,” he says, the familiar twinkle in his eyes making your heart race. You paw at his chest, crawling up to meet him for a kiss.

Reiner quickly joins the two of you, not wanting to be left out, rubbing his hard cock between your ass cheeks. You kiss the both of them at the same time, all of your saliva mingling together into a hot, wet mess that you’re currently intoxicated by. After a moment, Eren pulls back. “Does our pretty girl want to get fucked now?”

“Show us how big of a cock slut you are,” Reiner grunts, circling the jeweled end of the plug, teasing your hole.

Eren helps remove the dress off you completely, hoisting it off your body. He stretches his arm towards the drawer. “Are the condoms in here too?”

You shake your head briskly, bringing his attention back to you. “I want it raw. Want you to fill me up.”

They both moan, clearly fond of your request, kissing you feverishly. Eren nudges your breast into his mouth, latching onto your nipple. Reiner sucks the skin all along your neck, leaving his love marks, growling, “You want us to breed you, huh? Want all this cum inside these tight little holes of yours. Oh fuck.” His voice is rough and husky, gradually losing his composure.

Eren’s remains tender, his breath soft on your bosom. “We’re going to breed you so good, sweetheart.” He shimmies down the bed, lying flat on his back, peering up at you with adoration. You straddle him, rubbing yourself on his shaft, needy for friction on your aching clit.

Reiner’s embraces you from behind, groping your chest, focusing on his roommate’s dick and your wet cunt gliding along it. He reaches between you and Eren, fisting his friend’s cock with fast strokes. “Look how hard he is for you. He’s going to fuck you so good. Make you cream all over the sheets.” Your pussy is sopping with arousal from the dirty talk alone, but watching Reiner touch Eren has you dizzy.

“Fuck, Reiner,” Eren moans, throat bobbing as he swallows hard. “That’s so fucking hot.” He lets his roommate jerk him off while you continue to grind yourself on him. Soon, he replaces Reiner’s fist with his own, cockhead glistening with precum. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Reiner moves to your swollen bud, tapping it with his thick fingers. “Oh yeah, she’s fucking ready. Come on, cock sleeve. Put it in.”

Without wasting another second, you line yourself up with him. Eren slides in smoothly, his entire length in you, pussy stretched around him perfectly. You whimper from the fullness, his cock to the hilt and the plug nestled in your backside. Reiner places his hand on your posterior, urging you to lean down so that your chest-to-chest with Eren, who kisses you passionately, remaining still inside you. “Eren,” you whimper his name, drooling into his mouth. He smiles against you, delighted at how fucked out you are for him.

Reiner adjusts his stance, hovering over you by planting one foot on the bed to prop his knee up, giving him enough leverage. He focuses on the plug, tugging it out just barely only to push it back in, repeating this several times, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Finally, he removes it completely, staring wide-eyed at your gaping hole, oh-so-inviting for his fat cock. “Look at that,” he croons, circling your rim with his finger, sensitive to his touch.

You want so badly to be stuffed full by both of them. In a trembling voice, you whine, “Please, Reiner.”

Laughing, he delivers a harsh smack to your ass, skin immediately stinging from it. He dribbles more of his spit onto you, teasing the tip of his dick on the rim. “Not yet, slut.” You can’t see him, too immersed in kissing Eren right now, but you can practically hear the wicked grin on his face, watching you squirm below him as he torments you.

Eren intervenes, annoyed with his friend’s behavior. “Come on, Reiner. Give her what she wants. She deserves it.” He nuzzles his nose to yours. “She’s been a very, very good girl.”

Eventually, Reiner relents. “You’re right. She’s a good girl. And good girls deserve to get fucked in both holes.”

You shiver at his perverse words, bracing yourself. At last, he guides himself inside you, filling you to the brim. It’s better than any fantasy you could dream of, the sensation so intense, tears begin welling in your eyes.

They start thrusting simultaneously, Eren pummeling your cunt from below, Reiner pounding your ass from behind. It’s messy and raunchy, their hands slippery all over your body from lube, slick, and sweat. The air surrounding you is laden with lust and desire. The collective moans from all three of you echo off the walls of your small bedroom, along with the squeaks of your mattress creaking under the weight of your vigorous lovemaking.

Reiner is rendered speechless now, totally concentrated on pumping his cock in and out of your fluttering hole, the only sound from his mouth being his ragged breaths. Eren slips one hand between you, his digits pressed to your puffy clit as he fucks up into your pussy. The other fondles your tit, thumb flicking your nipple until it’s perky. He continues to praise you, constantly musing about what a good girl you are, how perfect you are for them.

At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come. You’re in a perpetual state of ecstasy, surrounded by the two hottest men in your life who are voracious for your orgasms. The sour memory from earlier has completely faded and all you can think about is the sweet bliss you’re currently indulging in.

Eren is the first to come, no longer able to endure it. His even thrusts turn erratic. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming inside you sweetheart, oh fuck.”

You kiss him languidly, drinking up his moans as he floods your cunt with his load. Soon, Reiner swears loudly, announcing his own climax. “Fuck, gonna breed this slutty hole.” His cock swells, spurting his warm seed inside you.

You relax on top of Eren, who’s equally as spent as you. Reiner pulls out slowly, fixated on his own cum dripping out of you. “Fuck. Let’s see the other one, baby.” You lift off Eren, who almost seems reluctant to let you go. Both of them watch with hazy expressions as his creamy load spills out of you and onto his lap.

The room is musty with the scent of sex, the sheets messy and stained beneath you. Despite that, you’re on cloud nine, soaring high from having the nastiest ménage á trois with your next-door neighbors.

Maybe you should try getting stood up more often.

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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How the Companions would decorate their homes

...and how I would lose my goddamn mind wrestling with Tumblr's formatting nightmare hellworld.

sorry to anon who requested this, I deleted your ask while fighting for my life :[

Cait; The punkest of punk design; whatever the hell makes her happy. Would take interest in things she previously never cared much for, like music, or tinkering, or model making. So, you'll have posters and vinyls of her favorite bands and artists everywhere, tools and materials strewn about flat surfaces. Lots of reds and plaid/flannel. Likes big couches you can sprawl out on and thickly-knit, chunky blankets. Think of pop art with darker colors, chaotic patterns. Loves warm, bright lighting, dim areas remind her of the Combat Zone. Her spaces are messy, but freeing and charismatic. Her style is best described as rocker college dorm room. Reminiscent of Chloe Price's room, but more mature and with less teen melodrama. Would have lots of candles. Has a statement shelf with feature lighting for unique alcohol bottles.

Codsworth; Post-modern. Modern is medium-toned, neutral colored, and somewhat minimalist. Post-modern likes colors, soft shapes, having art as part of the house itself. Bright wood paneling, one-line artwork wallpaper, multiple colors in one room. It's very birds of paradise in color pallet. Brown suede couches are a classic. Lots of plants. It's inspired by 1950s, but with bouncier aesthetics, where 1950s can feel stiff. Codsworth wouldn't want anything too out there, though. Dani Dazey is kinda close to what he'd enjoy, but tone down the amount of color, go less crazy with the decals. But otherwise, bright colors, patterns, textures—that's the vibe. Just a less plastic 1950s, and it doesn't have the Great Depression's fingerprints all over it. I would have said something Colonial, or classic British, but I didn't want to think exclusively about his accent. Codsworth is chipper, he's friendly, he invites people over. Something fun, welcoming, and optimistic is up his alley.

Danse; However he got the house/apartment, it would stay that way. Danse does not provide for himself like that. It wouldn't be until he made friends that his residence would have personality. Nick gets him an orange-patterned bedspread that's a lot more neon than it looked in the store. Cait gets him a retro CD player and wall-mounted CD case displays. Preston and Deacon team up to repaint everything minty green and install walnut wood paneling. The furniture is gone the next day, replaced with lodge-style log-and-leather. Everyone pitches in something different, something from their own tastes. As a result, Danse's space would be a constant visual reminder that he's loved, and gaudy as fuck. Nothing matches. The colors are everywhere. Textures? A nightmare. You could kill Ty Pennington with this house. There's a giant mural of cats having mimosas and he isn't sure how or when it got there. Loves it, but...who...why...

Curie; I really struggled with Curie. I first went with French Provincial, then French Farmhouse, French Country, Rustic Glam, Scandinavian, Flemish, bauhaus, pastel bauhaus...I felt like I was trying to convince myself of everything. Nothing fit her. Eventually I settled on girly vintage. The thing with vintage is that technically, 'vintage' has like 70 years of vastly different styles. So...you get a little bit of Victorian-esque, a little bit of art deco, Hollywood Regency...imagine a really nice Barbie dollhouse. That's the vibe, just make everything blues, greens, and purples instead of pink. Curie has a bit of an older grandma vibe. Floral quilts, Wedgwood china dishware and cabinets, antique paintings. I imagine she'd repaint or reupholster her furniture, if not get it new. Definitely has white or blue painted furniture, rather than open wood. Ornate vanity, seashell wallscone lighting, embroidered curtains, kidney desks, corner cupboards...Curie's style is elegant, a little outdated, cherubic, and somewhat saccharine. Would have naturalistic wallpaper with flora and fauna.

Deacon; Like Danse's, but intentional. He's extremely fond of furniture made to look like other things. Mushroom ottomans. Fried egg light switches. Wall-mounted shelving/hangers that are open, grabbing hands. Toucan table lamps. Surrealist thrifter in style. Goes to yard sales, estate sales, those sales put by storage unit owners when a tenant doesn't pay. Grabs the weirdest shit he finds. A McDonalds sign from Thailand. A taxidermied rabbit. A Bigfoot track mold. His walls are never the same color or wallpaper. The kitchen is mint green, the living room is pink and orange, his bedroom is black and blue. Maximalist. There's a story behind every item in his space and good luck figuring out which are true. The least chaotic room is the bedroom, decorated simply with space/star aesthetics. Most chaotic? The empty hallway filled with wall-phones. Only one of them is real. The others go off only when the real one does. He won't tell you this before housesitting.

Gage; You'd think it'd be a Male Living Space. No. Gage is a mean, old, materialistic [sexuality redacted] man. He has tastes. He has standards. Will act like it's a Male Living Space keep up appearances, but his place is probably one of the more expensive. It's fine, money isn't an issue for him. Favors greens, yellows, browns, lots of swampy colors. Steals streetsigns and hangs them up. Weaved and leather furniture, linens, animal pelts, mounts. Worn teak wood, cream walls, travertine floors. If this sounds luxurious, consider that Gage lives here. Unclean. Has no bed frame, only a mass of sheets and pillows. The most pristine places in his house are the coffee maker's counter, and the spaces for his pet lizard, who roams freely like a small dog. The lizard is the only thing keeping him from smoking indoors. So many fucking books everywhere, all dog-eared to death. Has stolen something from every party he's ever been to. Keeps them on display. Has a worrying amount of wedding cake toppers.

Hancock; Psychedelic culture-nerd hippie meets a grizzled ex-starlet who moonlights as a show girl. Think Whimsigoth, without the victorian influence and a lot more drippy shapes. All light sources are lava lamps. Conversation pit that you could meet God in. Many colors, most of them moody and 'sleepy'. Stereo system through the entire space. Paints on his walls whenever he's feeling creative/high, they're constantly changing. Has to scrape off the paint every so often. Collects movie memorabilia, particularly horror movies. Has masks, outfits, props. His kitchen/dining room is unintentionally Japanese-eqsue in style, in that the table is low, and you sit on beanbags. Really not into dealing with chairs in the morning. Hancock's ideal furniture is made of moldable jelly, him being a cat in spirit. His office is a complete divorce from the other rooms. It's entirely 1700s luxury Colonial in style. Dark mahogany woodwork, deep reds and blues, a (electric) chandelier. Big library.

MacCready; Eclectic. This style is defined by maximilism, mismatched everything, lots of tchotchkes. The core tenent of it is that it takes whatever looks good from other styles. It's magpie core. It's how the gremlin thief in your DnD campaign would style a home. So, lots of different kinds of fabrics, many shelves for trinkets, posters of all kinds on the wall. You ever make a wall with just the posters, signs, etc in your settlements? That's what he does. In canon, MacCready likes midnight blue and leopard print, but I can see olive greens as well. Very messy and busy. Raw wood furniture seems like it would be a good fit for him. Would have a big entertainment center, very nerdy space. I think Rodrick Heffley's and Eddie Munson's bedrooms are a good way of getting an idea. Kind of basementy, kind of glamrock. He's 22, what do you want from him? Very much "baby's first place." Duncan's room would be more child-friendly, lighter colors and softer furniture. His drawings always get hung up wherever there's space.

Nick; Also struggled with this one...I didn't want to just make him Victorian/Gothic, that felt too obvious. But...it's obvious because it's correct. It just is. His name is Valentine. He has a neon pink sign with hearts on it. This man is modern Victorian meets dingy alleyway in a Hollywood noir film. So, we're looking at victorian settees and woodwork (which is when the walls are carved all fancy, by the by), lots of dark colors, leathers, a fireplace to stare into broodily with a glass of whiskey. We'll also need a bit of industrial to blend the Modern Victorian and Urban Night vibes, so some dark brick/stone, perhaps? Or industrial light fixtures. In terms of materials, the aforementioned leather, but also velvet and dasask fabrics, marble, and rosewood, possibly treated to bring out the red, or be made darker. This space is mostly dark and black, with pops of pink, purple, and blues. Would definitely need an LED indirect lighting for mood setting. It's not as dark like X6-88's home, though, it's more intimate and warm. Heavier emphasis on coziness and inviting auras. Nick's home is an older queer man's home, so obviously it's a little extra, a little theatrical. Has a sweet cocktail bar setup, will make you a martini while you unveil your tragic backstory.

Piper; Also eclectic, but brighter and with some intellectualism. So, more vintage, but bolder and more assertive than Curie's vintage. The best thing I can do it point you towards Arianna Danielson's blog, and ask that you imagine most of those pinks to be darker, or just red. Similarly, Dani Klaric and Tay Beep Boop's viral design. That vibe of confidence, a little bit of feminine rebelliousness, and generally just spunky. A crucial item would be book paper lighting shades. It clashes but Piper would be into it. I imagine she'd want the place to be fun for Nat, satisfy that little girl urge for Maximum Colors. Piper would have a messy as hell writing room, papers everywhere, red-string corkboards, coffee cups. Collection of vintage newspapers, lots of plushy rugs and pillows, probably has weird little knickknacks hidden about. The type to have rubber ducks in her fridge and refuse to elaborate. Don't question the writing process.

Preston; Walnut, shiplap, rattan, navy blue. Reeves Connally put me on this combination and now I'm spreading the propaganda. People have feelings on rattan but it deserves more respect, just like Preston. His style is best described as hygge with a beachy edge. Hygge is all about neutrals, extremely soft and squishy fabrics and furniture, warm ambient lighting, and worn wood. Fairy lights everywhere. Cozycore, really. Blue and shiplap walls, walnut flooring, rattan furniture. Blues + white + sandy + rich brown. Best combo. Fucking fight me. Chunky wool blankets, velvet for more decorative cloths, like drapery or the fabric of the seat cushions. For decor, you're looking at handdrawn maps, paper light fixtures/shades, plants kept in colored glass vases, nature photography, a reading nook filled with historical fiction and textbooks. I can also see hanging greenery. Preston's space is refreshing, energizing, but not bombastic. I imagine he has a kitchen island with stools, but no dining table.

X6-88; Dark modernist, hands down. Crucial item is the Zaha Hadid moon sofa, in black. Steel, concrete, and sparingly, brass/brassy wood. Blacks, greys, and with the brass, an inoffensive pop of color. It's a minimalist style that, when darkened, takes inspiration from Gothic and industrial styles, but doesn't lean into them. Also has some futurism elements. X6-88's home is clean, elegant, sharp. It's designed to not be overstimulating, like the Institute's stark white plastic and fluorescent lighting is. LED indirect lighting + metal-caged hanging lights, velvet and taffeta fabrics, glass tables. There is no better kitchen for him then the Modern Kitchen 2020 from Burak LACFI on Behance. For the bathroom, Anna Kolos' work, also on Behance. His bedspread, the Ithaca Sateen set from Sleep by Sānti. I spent three years designing this man's home for a 40k word fanfic and I will hear no opposition.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #companions react #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #porter gage #codsworth

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Diamond Mirabel au

Mirabel’s room & gift info:

Ok so first things first, Mirabel can make diamonds, glass, geodes, gems, jewels, crystals, gold & pearls.

Her room has all types of books that are written about diamonds, glass, geodes, gems, jewels, pearls, & crystals. Some are spiritual based and some are based on, obviously, different kinds.

She also has books on all the different types of jewelry she can make, fashion wise.

Yes, all of the things listed are extremely rare in encanto so her gift is in high demand.

Mirabel also discovered that she can make crystal/diamond/glass roses or flowers. So she can technically do what Isabela does, just differently.

You want gold earrings? got it. You want a crystal crown? Got it. You want comfortable glass slippers like cinderella? Got it. You want a diamond ring? Got it. You want a personalized gold brush & mirror set? Got it. Any sort of antique vanity set? Got it.

I do think diamond rings would kick off when some men or women would ask her for a diamond ring for wedding purposes. They would say something along the lines of “I want her/him/them to know she/he’s/their as special as a diamond” or something like that.

She can also make different types of perfume bottles but that takes a little longer seeing as she has to draw them out before she can make them appear, same with crowns.

So this is technically what I vision for her room; The “Mansion” Entrance

The room in front of the stairs is the jewelry room and the upper room behind the chandelier is Mirabel’s room. Next to that room (right side of the chandelier) is Antonio’s room, he can sleep there whenever he wants. Next to his room is Camilo’s, he and Mira are besties in this au because I said so. On the left of Mirabel’s room is Luisa's, she can come in whenever she wants.

Her room is technically a house within a house.

But let me make this clear, the entrance is NOT pink, it’s anything along the blue family spectrum.

Her room is a mishmosh of the colors in her family. The walls are mostly blue but since the walls are also diamond they sometimes show off different colors such as green, yellow, purple, orange, red, etc.

Inside the Jewelry room;

Instead of chairs and seats, imagine a more jewelry store look to it. If that makes sense.

The stuff hanging off the walls are pearls and small crystals. On the left side and right side are necklaces, rings, earrings, bracelets, & chokers on display in glass cases. On the farther end in the middle are where crowns and glass shoes are sold.

If you want anything in particular from her you're gonna have to leave a note in the notebox by the Jewelry store door or speak to her upfront. Either way you have to write down what you want because she has many requests.

Her “mansion” also kind of serves as a mood ring almost, when she’s upset the mansion will be red, when she’s sad her room is a deep dark blue, when she's happy her room is a more brighter/pastel blue-ish color.

But for some reason she never notices unless someone points it out.

Also, as a villager, you don’t get to demand what you want and expect her to give it to you right then and there. She’s gonna hurt your feelings and toss you out.

“Who do I look like, Isabela? Get out of my room AND my house AND casita”

And her parents will make it clear that you will not step foot into the madrigal house again, you’ll be lucky if you get an arepa if you're hurt.

Also, no one has a say over her gift. Mira works when she wants. Her gift isn’t that taxing, Pedro made sure of that, but if she’s tired, she’s not gonna work. Plain and simple.

Forgot to mention, nothing she creates that seems fragile isn’t fragile at all. Anything she makes will last for a very long time.

Her bathroom:

and lastly. her bedroom:

just think of her bed in the middle of all the crystals, with pearls and diamonds dangling down above her. I was going to add a dining room, but she eats downstairs in casita with everybody else.

And yes, she still does sew and plans on opening her own jewelry & boutique store when she’s old enough to.

in the next lil tidbit I'll talk about her relationship with the family, mainly her and Isabela.

Bye I was so confused until I read further. I da was like “that’s an apartment ⁉️”. But anyway. So rad. Very big room, almost too big. Like idfk feel scared asf 💀 but she’s not always alone, so that works too. Shoutout to Camilo for being friends. I also love au’s where they’re also best friends. They’re so cool. Also Luisa and Antonio being her biggest support RAHHHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

He thinks it’s the funniest thing to say “It smells like poor in here.”

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #Diamond Mirabel AU

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homomenhommes · 5 months

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ANTIQUE DRESSING VANITY TRAVELLING CASE

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rogue-taxidermy-of-sarina-brewer · 10 months

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#TaxidermyArt ~ A piece about introspection, extrospection, appearances, facades, reverie, illusion, realization, denial, reality, discontentment, and the often dark inner recesses of the human psyche.

TITLE: Chasing Demons MATERIALS: Tanned albino and melanistic squirrel hides over a hand-sculpted armature with antique ormolu vanity mirror. I began incorporating the bodies of animals into my art in the late 1980's when I was working on my Bachelor of Fine Arts degree. The philosophical foundation of my work demands the use of only humanely acquired animals. It also includes a strict "waste not want not" policy of recycling as much of the animal as possible into art. My staples include roadkill, naturally deceased animals, and wild game remnants that were destined for landfills. As is the case with many of the animals I work with, these two squirrels were donated to me. The pelts of both animals were severely damaged and unusable for regular taxidermy mounts. The melanistic (black) squirrel was roadkill and its rear end was not salvageable due to road-rash. The albino (white) squirrel had an extreme case of mange; its head and chest were virtually bald. So I combined what good parts remained of each animal into a single taxidermy sculpture.

There are pockets of these color mutations around the country where they are more common than in other areas, but throughout the rest of the United States both are a relatively rare occurrence. According to one study one out of every 100,000 squirrels is albino and one out of every 10,000 is melanistic. I have only had a handful of each come my way throughout my career. Because they are such a precious acquisition in my world, I knew I couldn’t let either of these two beautiful creatures go to waste. More about my art and the ethics it arose from at www.Sarina-Brewer.com

#TaxidermyArt #RogueTaxidermy #TaxidermySculpture #FineArtTaxidermy #PopSurrealism

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 1 year

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Sam's Bedroom Discussion🛌

Sam's old room was def really interesting and memorable. With the spider web bedframe, the Chinese Lamp and all the music stuff she had. Ngl alot of it felt pretty punk and alternative rock which isn't bad. It def gave off vibes of someone who's serious and into different, obscure and usually darker things. But for my Sam I wanted to push her more to tradtional goth and also give off a kinda lighter side in terms of personality.

This is my Sam🦇

Made her walls a lighter but still neutral shade of purple to contrast with the floor. Also I can imagine her parents only let her have the walls in a light shade as really dark rooms can end up absorbing heat and don't want her to accidentally overheat.

Added more green as it's a part of my Sam's palette more and because it's good with purple and red. It also shows her love for ghosts and nature more💚

I added a lot of antique Victorian furniture and decor I imagine Sam would've restored and/or repaint to fit her tastes more. Very gothic and also eco friendly to use and restore older things.

My Sam LOVES ghosts so I added more ghost things in her bedroom such as a the lights, the books on ghosts and other cryptid related stuff, Ghostbusters picture and Ouija board👻👻👻

Added plants and other nature themes things for our nature lover Sam. By her window there's a venus flytrap(OG Sam actually had a pet flytrap in her greenhouse) a cactus in a Día de los Muertos skull pot and a pearl plant in a cauldron pot, like a bubbling cauldron. Beside those are purple leaf plant, African violets and a succulent. I was def going for plants that'd fit with Sam's gothic aesthetic and personality.

Gave her a coffin shaped Shelf. At the bottom, added a variety of books to show her love for the dark and macabre such as ghosts, vampires cryptids, Jewish Mythology, Occult and Junji Ito. The book that says “Hidden Worlds”, was inspired by a suggestion @a-sterling-rose made in reference for the unknown realms. I added a Junji Ito manga as it's said OG Sam was into anime and I can imagine horror anime and manga such as Junji Ito's work would be right up her alley.

In the middle crystals(Onyx and Amethyst), a chest with a Tree Of Life symbol on it and a geode. Crystals and gems r often used for protection against dark forces. I can imagine in the chest perhaps more stuff for spirit protection related things or something. The Tree Of Life is a religious symbol used in many religions, including Judaism and can symbolize many things such as infinite knowledge and even the afterlife and connection between earth and Heaven

On the top, Tarot cards, a crystal ball, Ouija Board and the little statue on the top shelf’s a Golem, a being of Jewish folklore(She totally made it herself out of clay). @wsoupofpain helped show me what to put on its head, it means "death" in its dormant form. I also was pushing to show more of her Jewish heritage in her room✡️

And on top of the shelf a gargoyle.

Made her window frames black and theater style dark red curtains.

Added fleur de lis symbols on her bed frame. Also added webbing on her pillows and darker parts on her bed sheets. Also on her frame a spider plant in a spider themed pot. Some version she had a canopy but I didn't want it to block the other details and when I tried it, everything felt smaller to me.

Replaced the skull doll she had for a bat plushy I headcanon her Bubbe(Grandma) made for her🦇💖 My Sam's fav animals r def bats.

Added cute bat slippers which she also had in canon beside her bed.

Gave her a nightstand, with a Tiffany lamp. To show she's in a well off fam, perhaps something thatd been in the family for a bit and cause it reminded me of a tree.

Added a vanity with a little stool. Girl deserves a station to apply her gothic charm on. Added a candelabra, a jewelry case, a mortar and pestle(for DIY facial and other beauty treatments) and skull makeup brush. And beside the vanity a Bat Jewelry holder, for some of her necklaces and chokers. Some of them Jewish symbols such as a Star of David, a blue evil eye and a Hamsa Hand🧿✡️

Above her vanity I added framed vintage horror movie posters. Dracula, Ghostbusters and Friday The 13th. @mylifeisweirdok suggested the vintage idea!

Replaced her British Flag tapestry for a moon cycle tapestry. The night in general and the moon's very popular in gothic culture but also plays a special symbol in Judaism. The Jewish Calendar following Lunar months and even having a monthly minor-holiday celebrating the arrival of a new moon. Rosh Chodesh🌔 a minor-holiday which also is very special for Jewish woman, the holiday being a reward for the woman who refused to surrender their jewelry for the creation of the Golden Calf idol. The moon has also often been associated with feminine energy and cyclical change.

Gave her a Victorian style floral carpet.

Replaced her Chinese lamp with a Medeival Chandelier. The candles along with the ones by the vanity aren't real and in fact solar powered. To avoid fire danger🔥

Gave her glow in the dark ghost strung lights. Great for a scary ambience in the nighttime👻

Also I can imagine she has a little crafts closet full of art stuff and other stuff she's found like from junkyards, forests etc to make something out of it and perhaps somewhere stored a scythe .

Danny-WHERE DID YOU GET A SCYTHE!?

Sam-From the Farmers Market. It was surprisingly cheaper than the produce.

What do you think? What do u think of OG Sam's room? I'd love to know?

#danny phantom #sam manson #dp sam #bedroom #phanart #my art #bedroom illustrations #background illustration #background design #danny phantom fanart #dp fanart #phandom #bedroom art #background art

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bonetrussle · 1 year

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Wednesday Addams possessed countless awful childhood memories spanning the many rooms of the Addams Family mansion.

One that she was particularly fond of was the fairly mundane Drawing Room.

They were tender memories, filled with the agonizing screams of various family members during extended reunions, wrestling with Aristotle’s tentacles the day he outgrew his tank, and playing with new Medieval torture equipment their parents got them for their birthdays. She won her first joust against her father at age three in the Drawing Room. It was also the place where she first realized how fun poltergeists could be at age five, and she spent a grand time plotting her first murder attempt against one of her father's many investment partners at two weeks old.

But those were just that. Childhood memories. By the time Wednesday found herself going through the tortuous cycle of puberty (for even she had not been immune to the dramedies of teenage horror) the Drawing Room became a distant place; creating an empty space as wide as the colossal void she pushed between herself and her mother. She began to isolate herself in her own room frequently, consumed by a thirst to exceed her dreadful literary heroes. Like many things that were familiar to Wednesday in her childhood, the room soon became as unfamiliar to her as a stranger living within the same space.

Things changed. People changed. Even the appearances of certain places changed as time passed, either through her parents' vanity projects throughout the years. Like changing the Drawing Room’s family loveseat into an elegant chaise lounge after Pugsley melted the former's dusty covers with a spectacularly potent acid. Or shifting the color of the fireplace to a more pleasant black from its old brick-red foundation. Or even the addition of an antique globe the size of Cousin Walt's generous gut, replacing one of Morticia's potted carnivorous plants to make everything look a little more scholarly. They were nothing but surface-level evolutions. Nearly useless in the grand scheme of things, unless it was to make the room look better by adding a little more black.

In some cases, however, places changed in a more relevant manner. Something life-changing and instantly memorable that brought Wednesday closer to the Drawing Room as she grew older. Like her first make-out session with Enid Sinclair, where, in a fit of passionate fury, she pressed her new girlfriend against the bookshelf between the 'Armaments' and 'Animals' section, kissing the girl as if her very life depended on it. Wednesday remembered how the very thought of ending their kiss could have killed her, as much as Enid stealing her breath away had nearly asphyxiated her. The memory of which still made her dizzy and weak in the knees.

But Enid Sinclair was just like that, she supposed. Powerful enough to change many things in Wednesday’s life. Shaking the very foundations Wednesday cemented around her heart, even after learning to despise change. Enid gave places different meanings, adding more to Wednesday’s precious memories which -- dare she say -- she now cherished with her entire being...

#wenclair #my fics #complete fic

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havesexwithghosts · 2 years

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Installation shots of “The Venusians” at Come Again in Berlin, pt. 2

The Venusians 9 Sept—22 Oct 2022

Artists: Jesse Bransford, Elijah Burgher, Oliver Coran, Keturah Cummings, Frank Haines, Sholem Krishtalka, Anwar Mahdi, David Anaya Maya, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, Annie Sprinkle & Beth Stephens, Ryan M. Pfeiffer + Rebecca Walz, Timothy Wyllie

Organized by Berlin-based artists Elijah Burgher and carrick bell, The Venusians is presented by New Discretions, New York + Sean Horton (Presents), New York + Wester Exhibitions, Chicago.

Venus is thought by astrologers to influence those zones of human experience over which the planet’s namesake Goddess is sovereign: love, intimacy, attraction, beauty, pleasure, luxury and the good life. Alchemically, Venus corresponds to copper, which was used for mirrors in the ancient world for its high reflectiveness when polished. Indeed, the goddess is frequently depicted at her toilette, gazing at her reflection while tending her appearance. A mixture of self-care and vanity are amongst her attributes, as well then. The roman goddess and her Greek counterpart, Aphrodite, are not the only goddesses of antiquity identified with the planet: Inanna, Ishtar, Astarte and other Queens of Heaven preceded them. The Sumerian goddess Inanna’s journey into the underworld was a mythic translation of a visible, celestial fact: periodically Venus goes retrograde and appears to be moving backwards in the sky. (Interestingly, Venus spins in an opposite direction to the other planets in our solar system, so it could be said she rotates in a retrograde manner.) Inanna’s descent is not only instructive in terms of the planet’s rich history of religious symbolism, but also implicates the negative valence of these goddesses’ principal attribute. Love is not only a matter of joy, romance and sex but also jealousy, infidelity, grief and even murderous rage.

In bringing together this sundry group of artists and dubbing them “Venusians,” we highlight certain threads that connect them and to which the goddess holds the reigns: sexuality, beauty and magick. Venusians, as we define them, draw out the electrical potentials of the sexual body. Elements of sex magick and other rituals, both self-invented and received, find the body unfurling as a tether between cosmic and terrestrial spheres, fellow humans, and non-human and natural participants. Some works represent these practices. Others actively function as elements of ongoing ritual, or are remnants of previously performed ritual acts. Beauty is paramount whether it is a matter of esoteric order, aesthetic expertise or reconceived through challenge or negation. In any case, those electrical potentials must be circulated through an object that conducts those energies to viewers, recasting them as candidates for seduction or religious conversion or taunting them as suspiciously disinterested anthropologists. Those are the stakes. Venusians seek connection that goes beyond mere discourse.

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Inevitable - part three - An old friend's gift

On this day Dr Sunshine decided to work alone. Julie sat in the lobby, while he was in the lab, doing science.

Then, a man entered the lobby. His dark green eyes gazed around the room. A bit messy hair peeked from under the black fedora. Once it may have been a deep shade of brown. His clothing was a little faded as well, the brown of his jacket and trousers not as saturated as it may have once been. Elbow patches, white shirt and elegant black shoes completed the look perfectly. He smiled politely at Julie and lifted his hat.

– Greetings, young miss – he started. His voice was a little raspy, but still quite pleasant. – You're the new assistant of Doctor Sunshine, correct? Could you please ask him to come over for a second? I have a matter to discuss with him.

– Of course...

She opened the door to the lab a bit and called him over. Dr Sunshine walked into the lobby with a questioning expression, but as soon as he saw the visitor it changed to a one of slight surprise. He lifted the goggles to his forehead.

– Hello there, Sunshine – the guest said and smiled.

– Capgras, old friend! – Sunshine approached him with a wide smile and they shook hands. He then turned to his assistant. – Julie, this is my old friend, Mr Capgras! He helped me a lot when I was having a tough time.

– Pleased to meet you, sir – she said and bowed a little.

– Now, what is it you wanted to discuss with me? – Dr Sunshine asked.

– Yes... I would like you to visit my antique store – Mr Capgras answered.

– Right now?

– Right now. I have something to give you.

– Well, in that case, I won't keep you waiting! – he replied and pulled off his goggles and gloves and put them away. – Julie, wait until I come back, okay?

– Okay.

And the two men left. After a short walk along the busy street, they arrived at Capgras' place. Many old and beautiful objects were on display, as well as vintage furniture. The merchant lead Sunshine to the backroom of his store.

– So... What did you want to show me? – the scientist asked.

– This little marvel!

Mr Capgras pulled off a tilt from one of the items, revealing an antique vanity. Dr Sunshine sat down on the chair that came with it.

– It's made out of pine wood and dates 75 years back, so I believe it has been used before – Capgras began to tell the furniture's history. – You could call it secondhand! But all these years and the mirror is still in perfect shape, not a single scratch!

And the vanity was indeed quite an exquisite piece of furniture. The oval mirror that was really in a surprisingly good condition had an ornate frame, painted with green paint, though the colors had supposedly faded a little over the years. The rest was a dark shade of brown. The drawers worked rather smoothly and the chair was quite comfortable.

Sunshine looked at himself in the mirror, Capgras standing beside him. Then, he leaned down, closer to his ear and said in a low voice...

"You're trying to replace yourself..."

Dr Sunshine looked up at him with a slight sense of confusion as his old friend had already stood upright again. Then, he noticed that the other man was looking into his eyes through the mirror reflection. Mr Capgras repeated again, this time a little louder.

"You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself...

You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself..."

Sunshine decided to play along, repeating after him, his voice, in contrast to Capgras', sounded more smooth and melodic.

"You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself...

You're trying to replace yourself, you're try-"

They both cut off the sentence and looked at each other with knowing smiles, still through the mirror. Then, Mr Capgras began again, gesturing around and walking back and forth.

"Carving out a fact from a reckoning!

Beckoning your back

Skin sagging off its skeleton

Levitating off the ground...

Is another man wearing your face!?

All the other false identities

Remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories

Shuddered at what they found

When they stripped away the grace!"

Then Dr Sunshine took the lead, not taking his eyes off his reflection.

"Eulogy or biography

I'm who I oughta be

And that is God to me..."

Capgras chimed in, in a quiet, yet quite high tone.

"Never never never!"

Sunshine continued.

"So, my God, what's wrong with me?

If who I wanna be might be

Never never never..."

Capgras joined in.

"Never never never

Never never never"

They turned to look at each other directly, before returning to the mirror.

"No, never!"

Then Mr Capgras took the lead, pointing to his reflection.

"You'll never take me alive, baby!

You'll never take me alive!

You'll never take me, you'll never take me

You better pray that I die!"

Dr Sunshine followed suit.

"You'll never take me alive, baby!

You'll never take me ali-i-i-ive!~

You'll never take me, you'll never take me

And no, you're never gon' find"

Their voices joined together as they both gestured towards the mirror.

"Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!"

Then Capgras continued on his own again, a little mischievous smirk playing on his lips, still gesturing and pacing from here to there.

"Damn, I thought you're not your imposter

You're so sure you're not gonna get caught!

Dead in your own skin...

But you didn't choose what you were born in!

And add another man to your repertoire

Ready in your head and fed upon your memoirs

Still, the same rules apply

From the birthday to the mourning!"

Sunshine took the lead, still not looking away from his reflection.

"What you feel and what you do

Are those things really you?

And if not, then what is?"

Mr Capgras chimed in again.

"Never never never!"

And Sunshine continued once more.

"So, my God, what's wrong with you?

And I'm still asking who that is!

Never never never..."

They joined voices.

"Never never never

Never never never"

And turned to look at each other directly once more before returning their eyes to the mirror.

"No, never!"

Capgras took the lead.

"You'll never take me alive, baby!

You'll never take me alive!

You'll never take me, you'll never take me

You better pray that I die!"

Dr Sunshine followed.

"You'll never take me alive, baby!

You'll never take me ali-i-i-ive!~

You'll never take me, you'll never take me

And no, you're never gon' find"

They motioned towards the mirror together once again.

"Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!"

For a while they both tapped their fingers and feet along to the rhythm, before they both continued, each with different words. Dr Sunshine turned out to be louder, but Capgras didn't even try to shout over him.

"You'll never take me alive, baby!

This is not enough!

You'll never take me alive!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

You'll never take me, you'll never take me

You better pray that I die!

No, I need to hit the bottom!

You'll never take me alive, baby!

This is not enough!

You'll never take me alive!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

You'll never take me, you'll never take me

You better pray that I die!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

And their voices joined together as one again.

"Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!

Hey!"

They both smiled and took a deep breath, Mr Capgras letting out an almost inaudible chuckle.

– I must say, I don't really know what I'd do with this – said Dr Sunshine, looking into the mirror again. – But it's really intriguing. Either way, thanks, Capgras.

– Don't mention it, doctor. Who knows, maybe you'll pass it on to your fine assistant one day?

– For what?

– For glory.

– Well, I do believe she stole my heart back in 2012 – Sunshine mused. – But I don't remember 2012, the whole year's a blur. Besides, what is even the chance that I stole hers back?

– Whatever you say, doctor – Mr Capgras said and leaned on the back of the chair. Sunshine could've sworn something else moved behind him, but it was gone as fast as it came.

#i write #inevitable #will wood #mr capgras encounters a secondhand vanity: tulpamancer's prosopagnosia/pareidolia (as direct result of trauma to the fusiform gyrus)#Mr Capgras Encounters A Secondhand Vanity #SELF-iSH #Mr Capgras #Dr Sunshine #Julie

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gemville · 6 months

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Cartier Vanity Case, Circa 1920's With Lacquer, Mother Of Pearl, Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald On A Gold, Jadeite, Lapis Lazuli and Onyx Chain

Source: jckonline.com

#cartier #vanity case #precious gems #antique cartier jewelry #lacquer #mother of pearl #ruby #sapphire #emerald #gold #jadeite #lapis lazuli #onyx #high jewelry #luxury jewelry #fine jewelry #fine jewellery pieces #gemville

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inklingofadream · 9 months

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So first of all: really liked the Rosie chapter! Unexpected POV, but so sweet. And I was sure until the actual letter that Danny had just learned how to make glitter bombs and wanted to dramatically share his newfound knowledge, I'm gullible like that. Second: did you have anything specific in mind when you alluded to cult member gifts that Jon hated or felt bad about liking? :D

Mostly the vague way that, generally, there is a point where a celebrity stops answering their own fan mail. Like, if 10 people write you, maybe 1 sends a gift, and that gift is probably something in the general cultural mode appropriate for gifts to someone you admire or have a crush on. A heart-shaped box of chocolate is weird, from a stranger, but it's probably harmless. If, assuming no hate mail because hahaha absolutely not they Love Him So Much, 10,000 people write you, even if the number of gifts only increases half as much.... there's going to be something weird. Statistically, it's safe to assume at least one of those people is concerning. Maybe they're a stalker. Maybe they haven't thought through their gift of, like, a home security system idk, well enough to realize that kinda seems like a threat. Maybe a live mouse, or homemade rattlesnake sausage, or taxidermy (why are all the examples I can make up animal related?) is to them the best gift one could ever hope to receive.

Jon doesn't get things that are especially frightening or threatening, because he's... kind of at rock bottom. By the time someone is high enough up to acquire an actual spooky artifact, they either have the judgement or the supervision to not send it. Weaponry is less threatening, since who would get close enough for it to be a credible threat, and so appears super rarely and generally in the same vein as the letter openers. But boy, would he get the weird.

You want Jon to notice you so, so much. You have the perspective to realize that candy, flowers, and even books aren't going to stand out. The quantity of these is part of why people stop going through their own fan mail, but the only people Jon would be willing to do it for him are the ones already doing it WITH him, and having your friends go through your vast quantities of mail while you do something else would suck. Cat toys/treats are only going to manage to stick in his mind with any permanency if they're REALLY impressive, and I... don't know what that would look like, after the jungle gym in his room. But maybe you have a really out there book. This is a good strategy to be noticed, but mixed reaction- some of the things he feels guilty about liking are probably books, but also someone sent him a book about Victorian coffee table art book of photos of Victorian hair wreaths, no text. A lot of people send jewelry, accessories, and maybe sometimes clothing. Mostly, that gets sorted into stuff to consign to the vanity of fancy accoutrements (marked by Sasha, in case someone from there visits. Thwarting Jonah is its own reward, even if Jon does still end up wearing gold and jewels), given to his friends or as bribes, or actually incorporated into his own wardrobe. Someone probably manages to connect some dots re: the band shirts, and then Jon feels guilty for liking one that Gerry didn't personally give him.

Some things never actually happen- Michael is So Excited at the new experience of Having Mail, and reads through all the rules and guidelines, thus alerting Jonah to the need for a message that says he only picks up mail every other week, you CANNOT send live animals of ANY sort without going through Jonah (who now has to be the bad guy about people floating the idea of cats neither he nor Jon want in the Institute :3c).

Sometimes more off-the-wall stuff is great, and sometimes they're all moderately horrified. I feel like Jon would have extremely narrow interest in weird non-spooky antiques. Almost always a fail, but maybe he discovers he's thrilled to receive... exactly one astrolabe, idk. I have a hard time seeing him excited to receive a bear skin rug, though, and the size on its own is enough to generate consternation.

The secret, best choice is expanding your definition of "candy" thoughtfully. A lot of stuff is going to go to his friends or be used as bribes, but having something weird that isn't available where you are is the best. Candy/cookies/dessert-aligned items are the safe choice, because the line between excitement and disgust is thinner with snacks or savory items, in my experience. Vastly expanded Japanese KitKat flavors, any given regional packaged cookie... that's the end of the list, the stuff I like in this category is mostly available in the UK, that's all I got.

And the Jon-guilt increases with the price of the item. $2 cookies from the checkout line are great, there is no reason to feel guilty, even factoring international shipping. Spending $500 on anything is going to make him feel horribly guilty, regardless of whether he likes it.

And the last category, the stuff that makes appearances on his shelves/person before meeting with tragic accident, is monogrammed items. Books with dedications to him go on the shelf because he has plenty of space for books and you can't see that without opening them. Most things with his name or a declaration of love or whatever that's unable to be removed from the item... almost always die. For some reason the image in my head is those collectible shot glasses you get as souvenirs? But on the reverse from the image of the city is Jon's name, a glittery heart, and an eye. It does actually meet with an accident, but after that he doesn't put anything that becomes dangerous when it breaks where the cats can break it.

#cult au #writing #asks #tma #this is so so long sorry #i just. am really into picking gifts.#ink post

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bacchicly · 2 years

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JUST IN CASE: A SULTRY 3 PART 1 SHOT

Request from Anon: Can you please write a garvez one shot inspired by the song lingerie by lizzo?

Paring: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Content: Steamy Summer Sex

Words: Approximately 4000

Lizzo's Lingerie

Source of Lyrics: LyricFind

Songwriters: Eric Frederic / Melissa Jefferson / Nate Mercereau / Theron Thomas

Lingerie lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

PART 1: PENELOPE

Hair down, moonlit

Look at my lipstick

So thick, so fit

Wanna put your lips in places, oh

The sun don't shine there

The moon hangs huge in the sky - like an unshed tear heavy with feeling.

Penelope Garcia stands by the open window in her bedroom - gazing out longingly across the dark city.

It has been sweltering for days and the A/C is out. There’s a fan in the corner - but the night air is delicious - and the sounds of the hot city are magical - like everyone is out on a stoop with a beer and their best friend or have just kissed a lover, slow and sultry in a private corner of a park, and are now baying at the stars in ecstasy.

The window is open and Penelope’s skin is dewy, slick, glowing with sweat. As she tilts her head back to catch the caress of the night breeze - a single bead of salt and water is set free and it rolls down the skin of her throat like the touch of a lover.

At the thought, Penelope can’t help but bend her head so her loose hair hides her hot cheeks - but it’s not enough and so she closes her eyes against the longing that has built a nest in her heart.

But what can’t be, can’t be.

So Penelope does what she always does when the loneliness gets too sharp…she crosses to the vanity and even though it is time for bed and it will stain her pillows - more battle scars of this unrequited love - even though she will have to wash it off and start fresh again in the morning… Penelope will put on her face.

She starts with her worst and best sin.

She picks up her newest most-prized never-to-be-washed never-to-be-admitted possession.

The burgundy silk of the manly thong feels soft against her cheek.

She still can’t believe she actually took them from the open gym bag that was on his desk.

What was she thinking?

Oh she know what she was thinking…She was thinking about his smile, his spicy smell when they sit beside each other in the conference room, his hands… damn. His hands. She was thinking that she would just take a peek and then… when this was what she found? Well she just wanted something of him - with her - when he was away.

Just in case…

It was more what she was not thinking… that she worked with a team full of profilers - of law enforcement professionals - who might be slightly shocked if they ever found out that she had purloined one of Luke’s unmentionables.

Hell, she was shocked!!!

And counter to her first impulse - she's never home when he's away on a case… so she only sees them…touches them… when home… when he is achingly close… just across the city… yet so so far away…

Ahh well. Who doesn’t have a secret or two… and if he ever gives her the chance - she’ll repay the favour tenfold..

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you older…

Penelope gathers the pouch of the thong - his thong - as though it is the finest antique handkerchief and dabs her face free of sweat - looking all the world like a 1950’s pinup… even when she finally gives in and strokes her cheek intimately against the soft lustrous fabric…

She is flooded with elicit tingles as she imagines being close to the thong not because of her petty crime - but because she is kneeling at his feet - her wide eyes full of his cock straining against the silk - his fingers running through her lose hair… her mouth watering and ready to please…

Damn.

Penelope licks her lips and lovingly but decisively sets down her handkerchief.

Enough.

She picks up her favourite eyebrow pencil. Filling in her brows with a deft quick hand.

It is too hot for this - but she doesn't stop - the routine she learned oh so many years ago is too soothing .. too seductive… so she chooses a shimmery eye-shadow to stroke across her heavy lids..sweeps on kohl black liner to shape her eyes into those of a cat…brushes on mascara so her lashes go for miles…there. Bedroom eyes now peer back at her from the mirror - she lowers her lids and peers ups through her lashes…imagining again him standing tall and loving in front of her. She purses her lips and smiles…just one last thing and then…

Penelope picks up her current favourite lipstick not questioning why this deep burgundy came into favour - this match for the thong now almost-but-not-quite forgotten on the table in front of her…

Penelope smooths the luscious lipstick over her lips - pouting at herself in the mirror…

She looks good.

She feels good.

She stands…undoing the skimpy sultry robe… letting it fall to floor… walking to the bed… already smoothing her hands over her silky top that barely covers her nipples… over the edges of her gossamer panties…

He must know she has his thong. He must know what he does to her… so she's just going to lounge around and…

I like that right there (I like that)

Keep goin' and goin' and keep it flowin', uh

You know what you doin', don't you?

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

PART 2: LUKE

You better come my way

I don't got no secrets

You don't know these panties are see-through

I'm exposed, yeah

Treat you with my body, my eyes closed

It is too hot.

Roxy pants in the corner despite her chilled bed and the fan he's directed to blow over her.

Bad week for the A.C. to conk out - apparently he's not the only one with this problem either. He overhead Garcia - Penelope - telling J.J. that her building A/C had busted last week.

Too hot.

Luke is standing naked at his bedroom window. The lights off and he's standing just far enough back so he's sure noone would be able to see him from the street. He towels off his hair after the cold shower he just made himself take - ostensibly to wash off the grime and sweat of the day - but more truthfully to deflate his cock which has

been pretty much at half mast or higher since Penelope arrived at work late last week with that damn burgundy lipstick pout.

And there it is again… his cock tingles as it swells. He closes his eyes against the sweetness of the feeling…but that just brings the images that have haunted his minds eye for a week now…hell,.since he met her…into sharper focus…

He growls as he pictures her - legs wide - perfect pout - clever fingers - clever mouth… sprawled on her bed - his pouchy satiny thong pulled tight against her downy pussy lips - strung even tighter between her ass cheeks - giving lots of room for her to slip a hand between fabric and flesh and stroke and play and think of him…

Luke is completely hard now and he can't help but reach down and grasp his cock - stroking slowly as he lets his brain play with thoughts of his favourite blond curvy perfect sexy naughty bombshell… he can almost feel her lips… her rounded hips…her thick thighs.. her tongue… her warm wet smart mouth… wet pussy peekabooing at him through crotchless panties…his cock would fit…so slick…

That's it.

It's been long enough.

He pulls on the twin of the thong he knows she purloined.

He has only ever owned two of these little numbers in his entire life and only bought both a couple weeks ago…

His cock gets impossibly harder as he remembers the day he bought them...

He had been at the mall and had by complete chance watched unseen from the concourse as Penelope and Emily and Tara has browsed a fancy underwear store.

Holding confections up against themselves - raising eyebrows - wiggling suggestively - laughing fit to burst.

Or at least he assumes they all were - he couldn't tear his eyes off Penelope. He remembers the feelings he got when she left the store with the biggest of the three bags…

"And now," he had overheard her say, "all I need is someone special to wear these for…ahh well…best to be ready just in case…I just wish men thought that way. I MEAN, how many of the guys we know would buy speculative lingerie? Lounge around in it all day? Just in case some unrequited love came along? Pathetic."

He wasn't sure if she had meant it was pathetic that she did that or pathetic that men didn't…

He had bought the thongs that day.

He had left one for her to find the next.

He closes his eyes...he picks up the phone…takes a deep breath…it has been long enough… and as he dials a sultry hand strokes his cock through the silky burgundy fabric that he has learned to love the feeling of…

Damn.

Time for no more secrets….

PART 3: CRESCENDO

Baby let me feel you close

You make me crescendo, I'm going up

Oh, oh, oh

Yeah, let's open the window

And let the world know

Oh, oh, oh

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

So I lounge around in my lingerie

You better come my way

Penelope lets herself into his town house with the key she has for his place. All the members of the team leave her one…just in case. In this job…

"Luke? It's me? I'm so glad you called me - a fever in this weather could be fatal for anyone! Hi Roxy gorgeous - don't worry - I'm here…I'll take care of everything…I promise."

Roxy's knowing tail wags in response. She doesn't get up though - she knows she's not invited for the shenanigans her Luke has planned.

"Up here, Penny… my bed… room…

Penelope huriedly climbs the stairs pausing only to kick off her kitten heels. Her long trench - which, in her worry, she had just pulled over the gausy garments she had worn to bed - must stay on. A bag stuffed with cold and flu meds, Gatorade, and a frozen container of her homemade chicken soup is heavy on her shoulder - but when she gets to the door of his bedroom she drops the bag with a thump…her jaw drops…her heart drops to her stomach…

Her pulse leaps.

In the glow of just the bedside lamp, Luke is lying…lounging…on his bed.

There is slow husky jazz riff filtering in on the hot night breeze through the open window from the street.

Penelope's skin beads with sweat, a single drop rolls wet and salty between her breasts.

His bed is made with black silk sheets.

Her legs turn to water.

He is wearing only his - her - burgundy silk thong and a smile.

She flushes everywhere. She is glad for the gloam. She can't help but babble…

"Oh. You said you had a fever and needed my help… oh. Damn."

His voice is secrets and dark places and unshed ready kisses:

"I didn't lie Penelope… are you willing to help a man out. Me…a man feverish with longing…who is lounging around in his lingerie…just in case? It seems only fair…since you are here now, my hopefully requited love."

Her voice is hope and lipstick and see-through panties:

"Love?"

"If you'll have me? It's always been you."

Luke's eyes are anxious…has he gone too far? He curls his fingers hard into the sheets - holding himself back - she has to come to him…

"Well…it's a good thing it's always been you too."

And Penelope's fingers go to the buttons of her coat and button by button she reveals her own sexy silky burgundy lingerie… the trench pools at her feet…her breasts - nipples barely covered - heave against fabric… her pussy held close by the edges of her crotchless panties floods with juice…and she takes her first step toward the bed… towards her future… towards their love…

Luke moans deep and wanting at the sight of his sexy beloved - swings around to sit on the edge of the bed - legs wide - chest and arms gleaming with sweat - cock heavy in the pouch of his thong - reaching out to touch her…

He cups her cheek. Looks up into her face - eyes caught - brushes his thumb across her lips.

"You started wearing this plummy shade the day after you took up my unspoken invitation to steal my thong..."

Penelope presses a kiss to the pad of his thumb with her painted lips and he gasps - her eyes are luminous and shining with ancient knowing - so he rasps out his next words with a voice that somehow has found a way to be even more aching - rough with summer night heat and the weight of a harvest moon and the call of a wild thing for its mate.

"We matched. It gave me hope. Gave me courage that you might want me how I want you."

Penelope forms just one word but four times - once a realisation - twice an escalation - once a prayer of thanks.

"Ooh oh oh ooh"

Luke answers with movement - doesn't break eye contact but slides his hand down her neck, over her shoulder - his thumb marking her soft skin with a smear of burgundy lipstick - his fingers sliding under the strap of her barely-there camisole - riding the generous swinging curve of her breast - over the silk that covers the mounds of flesh he loves so much - rubbing the silk into her taut tight nipple - then down down - tracing a line between her breasts with one finger - past where the skimpy top ends - over the flesh of her belly - dipping just for the briefest moment into her navel - then cupping her beloved belly with his palm - his thumb catches on and then strokes the slight pucker of her decade old scar.

Penelope lets out the tiniest squeak of alarm.

He catches the flash of pure terror in her eyes. Is it fear of pain? Fear of rejection? Fear of memories? Fear of violence?

Whatever it is - he wants to help vanquish it if he can. He lets his thumb move over the scar again…

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

Luke finally breaks eye contact. Raking his gaze down her body - following the path his fingers followed - keeping his hand in place on her belly - warm and comforting… tingling with satisfaction that she has not pulled away - that he is touching her in what he knows may be one of the most personal - most intimate of her body - perhaps for her - like some women - more intimate than even the swell of her breasts, the soft-flesh hidden from the sun between her legs, the jiggly squeezable joy of her ass cheeks…

Bringing his second hand up to mirror the first, he cups her round stomach and then slowly slowly presses first a kiss - then when her hands thread into his hair - his whole face into her pillowy perfect belly. He breaths her in - nuzzling deeper - closing his eyes with the bliss of finally being allowed to touch her like this - treat her with the care and attention and love that he knows she deserves.

With my body I thee worship.

He pulls back. Pressing another kiss to her belly - he - no Penelope lets his hands go lower - slipping under the weight and roundness of her stomach - caressing part skin part silk - lifting the bounty of her belly which overflows in his hand to his lips.

Penelope arches back and into him - closing her eyes with the sweetness of the moment - his hair rough and slick against her fingers. Another moan of relief - pleasure - thanks escapes her.

"Ooh oh oh ooh."

She is going to melt with happiness…melt into his ministrations….melt into her aching wanting body… but then a new urge hits her.

Her eyes snap open - she straightens - she smiles.

HE had been the one lounging around in lingerie - waiting for her - HER - the one always cursed to wait and worry - left behind as those she loves surge forward - nearly helpless - merely a bystander to the central action - staying on the line just in case.

No. Not this time.

He had made a gift of himself for her - not the other way around.

Damn, if she wasn't going to be the one doing the unwrapping.

Her voice is margaritas after midnight and the twirl of a new dress against waxed legs and a gilded invitation to a dance sent on heavy paper through the mail:

"Luke? My turn now. Stand Baby. Let me look at you."

So with one last kiss to her belly - he stands stepping back - does a little twirl.

Now it is him who feels nervous. He stills and clings to his old army "at ease" posture for sanity…waiting on tenterhooks until she breaks into a smile and licks her lips.

Her voice is whipped cream and plum jam and homemade peach popsicles:

"You look even more delicious than I imagined Luke Alvez. Let me taste?"

His voice is wooden docks warmed by the sun and wind blowing in off the sea and diving deep deep to where all is silent and green:

"Please."

So Penelope steps forward - pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth - not wiping away the smudge of lipstick that now marks him as hers.

"Don't move, Love."

First she takes off her panties sliding them down over her legs then tossing them to one side.

Luke swallows hard - his adam's apple rippling in his throat.

Next she pulls her camisole over her head - letting her breast bounce free - her nipples proud and unashamedly taught - her areolas a dusky pink.

Luke moans but does not blink.

And like that - with the power of being the one bared when the other is clothed in nothing but provocation - she is ready to unwrap her present.

With a kiss to his shoulder - his breastbone - his abdomen - she folds to her knees until she's kneeling at his feet. She spreads her ringed fingers wide across his belly. Looking up through her lashes just as she imagined earlier tonight and so many times before.

Luke makes a fist - clenches his jaw - but doesn't move - slowly relaxes.

A satisfied smirk quirks her smile when she sees that his tan lines do not match the lines of his thong.

This is all for her.

Just in case she felt the same…

Her next kiss is pressed high on his thigh - her cheek so so close to the very taught pouch of the thong. She turns her face towards the bulging burgundy package and presses her nose and lips into the crook of his hip. And then - finally - so slowly - with just a whisper of pressure she brushes first cheek - then lips - across his straining silk wrapped cock.

A full body shudder ripples through Luke - he can't help but bury a hand in her hair - his cock jerks up to meet her questing ghost of a touch. The ache pumping through his veins is the clamour and seduction of cool jazz.

Penelope slides her hands around behind him to cup his ass cheeks - hugging into him as she nuzzles more firmly into his cock - leaving wetspots on the silk from her wide open kisses. Her fingers are busy behind him - playing first with the band - slipping along and underneath like he did with the strap of her camisole - and then sliding down along the narrow strip that runs down - plucking it like a harp where it disappears into delicious secret places where the sun don't shine. She pulls it back again - like a bow string - pulling the pouch she is kissing tighter against his rampant cock… even though if asked a moment ago if it were possible… she would have stated categorically that sure as 'there is a moon in the sky' there was no way 'by all that is bright and made of unicorns' that the thong could be tighter - but it does…

…and the grunt he makes as he arches into the pressure? Better than rhubbarb strawberry pie. Better than summer thunder. Better than cats and dogs lounging on a back porch in the shade.

She moans.

Damn.

Now it is her who is not sure she can wait - keep playing out this oh so slow sultry tune…

So she lets the string go slack and sweeps her hands back around to the front of him. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband - she slowly - carefully peels down the pouch of the thong - giving her a very first look at his naked cock - with one hand she holds the band away from his body - aware that she needs to be careful not to hurt him - she carefully cups her hand around his balls.

He sucks in a breath - fast and hard - and even as another tremor runs through him - he schools himself to not move a muscle- trusting her as she gently lifts his most sensitive part and tucks band and pouch beneath that delicate flesh - he's afraid for a moment it will hurt - but it doesn't and now all of him is on glorious display…

…and when he has another flash of self consciousness and worry that she won't like what she unpacked - Penelope's happy sigh and smile and the long lick she gives him from root to tip quickly dispelled his fear.

His cock is in her mouth now.

She's lubbing him up real good. No, that joke was not for you Newbie… oh but this is. Ooh oh oh ooh…

The ache. Oh the ache.

His cock is making these little jerky movements now. His balls are burning with ache.

Damn. Oh. Damn.

"Pen-"

Penelope pops off his cock - a wild wide smile stretching her lips.

"You better cum for me, Luke,"

She straightens then. Lifting her breasts up so that they wrap around him - his cock slick with spit - her breasts slick with sweat.

"Fuck me between my titts, Luke. Cum on me. Coat my tongue - my titties."

And Luke's hands come to help her hold her breasts - high and tight - and he cannot hold back but thrusts hard and fast - reeling with the feelings - everything is building - boiling - so damn hot - so damn hot.

Luke intertwines his fingers with Penelope's pressing against the sharp edges of her rings - not caring - not caring… pumping… straining…his balls slapping hard against the undersides of her breast…then pulling…dragging….sliding almost tip out…then surging back…tight…deep…sweat running off him…his neck cording…Penelope's "yes. yes. yesses." echoing through his brain…driving him on and on and on and then - oh and then - he is there. He is cumming hard and hard - jizz pumping onto her chest, her throat, her tongue, her hair…his fingers so tight so tight on hers…his jaw clenched around a muffled howl…his neck corded as he flies into a million pieces…a Midsummer meteor shower of love and sex…with his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

And as he cums so does Penelope - high and tight - her pussy clenching in time to his grunts - her body coiled and then released…

oh sweet release.

And then….

Like magic as they both relax… uncoil… come down.. they share shy glances… bashful smiles…

Penelope helps him step out of the thong and he uses it to tidy her up a little and then tosses it into the corner where her things landed oh so many moments ago…

Luke offers her a hand and just then, through the open window comes a single voice - singing clear as a July day…

"At laaaaaaaaaast my loooooooove has come alooong…"

The voice is raw but good. Perfect.

Luke looks down at Penelope and helps her to stand.

"Dance with me, Pen."

And so? They did. Slow and sultry. Swaying to the accapella voice - Penelope is held tight in his arms.

They caress. Long slow loving touches.

Sweet nothings pass from lips to ear as they move together. Secret words of love…

And even when the singer has grown quiet - still they dance…. and then they are kissing sure and slow and deep…. kissing… kissing… kissing…until…

"Really? Again? Already?"

"Nearly."

And Luke pushes Penelope back on the bed.

Soft and slow… and now he kisses her… first just on her lips… but slowly gently everywhere… slowly gently building up the ache…the need anew in both of them…

His lips find her clit and soft kiss after soft kiss sends her higher and higher… and when she cums it is a soft full body wave…a shudder and a prayer.

And then he is rolling on a condom.

Covering her - pushing inside - and then he just holds deep and still inside her until she opens her eyes for him.

A question in her eyes and then….ohhhhh…..

It is like this that they join - never looking away - connection building - friction building - slowly oh so slowly…

IN Feel You Close OUT

IN FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. OUT

….over and over- like layering paint on a canvas or notes in a piece of music - over and over - until something is made out of nothing - and so this builds.

IN… FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. …OUT

damn oh damn oh damn oh damn

And their voices rise together - rise and rise and rise - until they are shouting their love - cumming hard and loud and deep and together.

And as their bodies surge and rush and then calm into quiet - a new sound drifts in through the window.

A group of voices cheering and clapping and "way to going".

And who cares?

They are each other's now.

…and the world? Might as well know it.

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

So I lounge around in my lingerie

You better come my way

Ooh oh oh ooh

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case, yeah

So I lounge around in my lingerie

Oh, you better come my way

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SENT FROM @stingslikeabee ― ( Daigo’s birthday 2023 / accepting )

The day of Daigo’s birthday was always eventful around the Addams’ home; with the passing of each year, the rituals grew longer and more chaotic as the children got older and started procuring their own gifts for their father, banking on their specific abilities to please their adored parent. Kazuya started the festivities with a song - a tune of his own, composed in the privacy of his bedroom and which he had not shared with anyone else (but for his mother) and which sought to emulate the environment of Kamurocho. Next, Yayoi showed Daigo a move that she had created from scratch for her MMA classes, tentatively named ‘Daigo Solution’ (a working title) and which involved applying pressure to certain vital points of the body in a way that evoked the impact of a bullet. Hikari came next - her culinary gifts were used for an incredible elaborate cake, using most of her dad's favorite ingredients (with her own grandmother helping in spirit, whenever necessary) and the top of the dessert illustrating one of his favorite kills, strawberry syrup used with abandon to emulate the blood spatters that were akin to art under the assassin’s hands. Edgar was the first one who bought his father something - a very ornate and expensive-looking cigarette case, fashioned out of silver, and which was supposed to have belonged to a hitman under the employment of the famous mobsters of the prohibition era (a claim that was likely false, but Edgar’s smile was incredibly cute while handing Daigo the present). The girls had a joint gift - as every other year. This time, it was a beautiful tapestry, depicting a graveyard under the moonlight and with two figures kneeling on the ground over a surprising bundle - a homage to the very evening where Daigo and Melissa had found the triplets and decided to adopt them. Osamu finished it off with a project of his own - a scrapbook filled with a lot of news articles and printouts associated to jobs that the hitman had carried during his life... And which were never traced to his name. The only reason that the youngest of the spiderlings knew of these was because the tales of Daigo’s former work life tended to be his favorite bedtime stories. Melissa watched the exchanges with a fond look on her honey-colored eyes, heart impossibly tight for the show of affection and dedication of her children. With the exception of some assistance here and there, they had managed the gifts on their own, somehow combining their personalities with something that would be meaningful to their beloved father. Oh, she was proud - the witch had raised these little monsters perfectly, and it was also due to Daigo’s parenting skills in no small amount. It was only late at night, when they were both alone, that the brunette chose to disclose her own present for her husband and soulmate. Melissa had been sitting at the vanity in their suite, brushing her long hair - and then paused when Daigo walked behind her, beckoning him over and linking their hands over a shoulder, conversing with the man through their reflections on the mirror. “I haven’t yet given you my gift, anata,” she tested the Japanese word on her tongue; in addition to the French that she had always favored with family, Melissa had been trying to learn some basic Japanese with the aid of Yayoi (both of them). Smirking with barely contained mischief, the witch elaborated, “Your brother is currently handling the affairs of this collector who passed recently - you may have heard of him; he was focused on torture devices. He has a guillotine that was actually manufactured at the time of the French Revolution.” Her voice was colored with excitement then; the pressure on Daigo’s digits increased as she narrated the other antiques the man possessed, as well as the actual dungeons built and a few other clever additions, “Well, I have managed to secure a weekend at his estate while Gomez works on the legal documents. Two days away - our siblings have agreed to come check on the girls if necessary, so have Shun and Azumi. We are cleared to go and explore each and every of his prized trophies ourselves, my love.” It was only then that the witch placed the brush used for her hair down, and turned around on the seat, facing Daigo. The woman picked up his hands with hers, enjoying their warmth as she always did, and inhaling deeply before kissing the back of his beautifully skilled and blood-stained digits in a reverse of the gesture he usually bestowed her with. Melissa then looked up at him, eyes filled with love and undying devotion to the assassin in the room with her. “Two days of old fashioned torture, just the two of us. I hope it is to your liking, chéri - you deserve the most beautiful screams for your birthday.”

★. ―

Daigo stretched leisurely as he stepped back into their grand home. The gray - colored sky and thick snow outside were his favorite weather, and he had gone out to enjoy shooting blanks in the crisp morning air. His pistols’ muffled noises in the snowy landscape made the assassin grin every time. Daigo sat gingerly and started to remove his boots. Halfway through the process of unlacing them, he gathered that someone else was in the room. Watching.

As the king of the castle looked up, its princess beamed with pride. Her pink - colored lips curved into a smile. “Hello, Hikki - chan,” Daigo said, raising a brow.

Hikari extended her hand for her father to take. “C’mon ― we’re all ready for you.”

Though there were clearly questions on his tongue, the assassin got to his feet. He used to table to help him up : it was no secret that the cold made his poor, battered joints ache ( but he loved it too much to stay inside where it was warm ). Hikari waited patiently for his coarse digits to wrap around hers. She took him into the sitting room, where the rest of their family was waiting.

Daigo grinned as soon as he crossed the threshold. His children stopped their various conversations ( and preparations ) in order to welcome the Addams patriarch. The assassin squeezed Hikari’s hand and sat beside his wife on the couch. He slipped his arm around Melissa’s waist, drew her into his side, and kissed her in greeting.

“How did you get even more beautiful since this morning?” he breathed lovingly after, a bit of pink on his cheeks.

Melissa leaned into her husband. “Our spiderlings have gifts for you,” she murmured, lips brushing his cheek. With a pleasant hum, she redirect her beloved’s attention back to the room at large.

Kazuya took that as his invitation to begin the festivities. Daigo nestled into the sofa with Melissa as their beautiful and numerous family started to honor their father. Some of the displays required Daigo’s participation ( such as Yayoi’s, who could only call on him in her search for a sparring partner that would not be afraid of her ), and he joined in enthusiastically at every request. His love for them shone in his wide, crooked smile and shining dark eyes.

By the end of the affair, the father’s cheeks were wet. He scrubbed at them obstinately with the back of his hand, clearly moved by his children’s thoughtfulness. Melissa’s fingers rubbed soothing circles into the assassin’s arm. Their spiderlings exchanged proud looks. Daigo was the sort of man who claimed to have everything. The best gifts for him, their mother taught them early, were the ones that simply showed how much they loved him ; Daigo’s tears were a sign that their fond message made it through.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and stood. Daigo laughed brightly at the sudden rush of his daughters, who hugged him readily. Edgar joined in, as well. Kazuya and Osamu hung back, opting instead to pat Daigo’s arms affectionately. The assassin sighed gratefully into the dark hair of one of the girls. He loved their family ― more than anything in this life or the next.

The next few hours were a delightful blur. With the taste of strawberries on his tongue, Daigo pulled a cigarette from his new case. He watched their home’s ghostly residents hang the girls’ tapestry in the main hall with their other important pieces of art and framed photographs. Inevitably, he was welcomed into the kitchen by his wife with the promise of chocolate. She stole his half - finished smoke for herself, kissed his lips, and gave him a generous slice of the sickeningly sweet dessert. Daigo chuckled and moved away to eat with their spiderlings.

Soon, everyone drifted off to sleep or rest. The assassin followed Melissa into their suite to get ready for the night. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and promptly stripped out of his clothing. Daigo stretched, mindful of old scars that pinched with the cool, dry air of the season, before he returned to the main room. He moved toward the large bed at the center with the intention of turning down the blankets for them ; as he went, however, the witch silently asked him to pause. Daigo complied without question.

As he listened to Melissa describe her present for him . . . it was impossible to hide his excitement. Daigo tried to imagine the score of fantastic devices that would be at their disposal, but he was sure what he thought was even less than what reality had to offer. A collector of that measure surely possessed pieces they never enjoyed prior, too. ― and, of course, his wife was entirely prepared. The assassin’s only worry would have been their precious girls, who did so poorly when their parents were away from them.

Daigo inhaled sharply at the sight of Melissa kissing his hands. Long strands of hair slipped over his shoulders as his head tilted to the side. As the witch finished her gesture, Daigo sank to one knee ( not unlike the pose he once used to ask her to be his forever ). He gazed at her, awe - struck, fingers turned to clutch her own.

“I love it, Melissa,” Daigo said softly. With an additional squeeze of her hands, he released her digits and instead snaked his arms loosely around her perfect figure. Time seemed unable to touch her dark beauty. “You know me so well. I can’t wait to see what horrors we face in those walls. A pity that we can’t invite death inside of it . . . the triplets’ black hearts would shatter.”

He smiled as a bit of delicious red coloring pooled at the top of his cheeks. “Would you care to practice now, darling?”

#ooc. Bday floof 2. <3 #stingslikeabee #⤿ ❤. ✕ WORLD ✕ MELISSA & DAIGO #⤿ VERSE. ✕ ADDAMS FAMILY 01 ✕ FATHER OF SPIDERS #food tw #nudity tw #( sort of. )#suggestive tw

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unsurprising-dentistry · 2 years

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~Soft Fuzzy Man~

Hiiiii! So I know I haven’t posted in like forever but like two weeks ago @theungratefuldead and I wrote some stuff about characters in lemon demon songs. Here’s soft fuzzy man x reader Pt.1 lmao (pt2 on the way!).

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: I didn’t take this srsly while writing it, i use the word hand too many times, lime, i used lyrics as dialogue im sorry, hospital mention, poisoning, idk there’s probably more but this is all I can remember

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It was a dark and stormy night- well according to your roommate. It was barely sprinkling and neither of you had seen or heard lightning, but they insisted that it was stormy. Nonetheless, here you stood in front of the creepy, old, abandoned house that you and Vex walk by every morning on your way to the community college the you go to. Vex had suggested the two of you explore it as a “fun halloween activity”. And well, it was October 29 so time was, according to Vex, “running out”.

“What are you waiting for, go in!” Vex pushes you through the door. They had always been the adrenaline junky thrill seeker between the two of you, but you thought this might be taking it a bit too far. You land on your hands and knees, already feeling the splinters from the distressed floor boards pierce your skin. You get up and dust yourself off. Your hands stung as you plucked out the small pieces of wood.

Vex came through the door, creeping up behind you. They shouted in your ear when they got close enough, “Boo!!” You fell to the floor again.

“That isn’t funny, Vex” you said, standing up again. “Jesus, who died in here, it smells like death.” Turning on your flashlight, you walk through the entry way into the kitchen. You look around and find several old appliances covered in rust, mold, and whatever else was growing in this house.

“Wow, this place really is abandoned, huh, Vex? Vex??” Your roommate didn’t respond. “Vex?” you say quizzically, turning to look behind you. When met with no response, you look to a nearby hallway and see a light further down it, becoming dimmer as you hear the faint sound of echoed giggling.

“Dammit they fucking abandoned me,” you muttered under your breath. You jog after them (you had never been much of a runner). All of the doors in the hallway were closed, screwing over any real chance of finding them. You decide to go on without your roommate and decide it might even be better without them trying to scare you every five seconds.

After a few minutes of looking through rooms with decrepit and broken down furniture and very few items of interest, you decide to go upstairs. The second floor was much cleaner than the first, with much less mold, far fewer cobwebs, less peeling and staining of the wallpaper, and a lack of the odor of death. It almost looked like someone had been there recently, but you knew that couldn’t be the case… right?

You walked into a room on the left side of the staircase. As you entered, a cold feeling washed over you, leaving your entire body feeling a fuzzy chill, similar to what you imagine tv static would feel like, as you looked around. You noticed that the room was surprisingly well kept, with a complete lack of mold and trash. Only a single cobweb could be found in the corner of the room. All of the furniture was (for the most part) clean and in tact, aside from a mystery stain on an antique red love seat. There was a white, fluffy pillow with the word “Love” in pink cursive writing across the front.

You look over to the vanity on the other side of the room. Scanning the top of it you find a silver necklace with a fluorite crystal on it. You reach out a hand to grab it when it suddenly starts levitating. It rises into the air and, seemingly by magic, places itself on your neck. The walls and floor started shaking. You turned around.

“What the- ah!!“ Your words were cut off by a harsh tug down on the jewelry around your neck as a very attractive ghost appeared in front of you, a blue smoke surrounding him.

“Hi, sweetheart~” he spoke in a smooth, deep voice. It was sweet to your ears and reminded you of red velvet cake. You stared blankly at him, your mind and body in an intoxicated trance from his presence. “Can you see me?” He waved a hand in front of your face. “Why can’t you see me?” He let go of your necklace, causing you to fall back into the ground.

“Ah!” You stood back up, wondering if this was just a weird dream. “Are you… real?” You reach out a hand to touch him but he disappears.

“What does it matter? I may just be a trick of the light, but I’m here to love you all the same~” Suddenly the ghost’s voice was behind you and you could feel his hands caressing your shoulders. “Don’t be nervous, baby. I’m not like other guys who have a surface.” He reappears in front of you and takes your hands in his. Blushing, you try to pull your them away but he doesn’t let go.

“Wha-“

“Don’t go, honey! All you really need is a soft fuzzy man like me~” He pulls you into a hug, resting his hands on your lower back. A wave of euphoria washed over you. Unlike the warm hug of a living human, he felt cool and tingly around you. Also unlike that of a living person, he simultaneously felt there and not there, like hugging someone in a dream. It was intoxicating, his presence was like a drug.

You placed your hands on his chest as he let go of you. He placed one of his hands on your hip and the other held your jaw. You lean in and kiss him. His tongue enters your mouth and swirls perfectly with yours. You moan quietly into his mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls away, leaving a string of saliva between you and a tingly feeling in your mouth.

He pushed you down on the red loveseat and straddled your hips. After taking your shirt off, he started to leave kisses down your body, starting at your jaw and ending right below your collarbones. His lips left a cold, tingly sensation on your skin. You begin the grind your hips up into his as he starts to leave a hickey in the crook of your neck.

You wake up in the hospital. Your mind is fuzzy and your entire body feels cold. When you finally come back to reality, you notice your roommate standing over you.

“You’re finally up! Thank the gods. How are you feeling?” Vex spoke with their usual energetic demeanor but with a large sense of worry and grief behind it.

“What happened? Why am I in the hospital??” Your voice was shaky and quiet.

“I found you upstairs laying on a couch and hugging a pillow. Your lips were blue and your hands and face were really cold. When I tried to wake you up, you didn’t respond. Not even after I yelled directly into your ear!” Vex continued, their usual sense of energy shining through the worry in their voice.

“So, I took you to the hospital and here we are! The doctors said you have quite a bit of lung damage so they think some sort of poison gas caused whatever this is.” Vex gestured to your body.

“Although, they said they can’t figure out what gas caused it, they’ve been running tests on you for hours. I hope you have health insurance! Hey what’s that on your shoulder?” Remembering what had happened at the abandoned house, you quickly tried to cover it by pretending to scratch your neck. In the process, you realized that you were no longer wearing the fluorite necklace you had found in the house.

“Wait a second… where’s my necklace?”

#x reader fanfiction #lemon demon #lemon demon fanfiction #lemon demon x reader #this is probably the weirdest thing I’ve written #wait I take that back Pt2 is the weirdest thing I’ve written #fanfiction #writing

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