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Demon Barber | Lucifer X Reader

IT'S DONNNEEEE

FuCk i slaved away on this one but y'all wanted a novel, so here she is!

Content Warning: Smutsmutsmutsmut +18, a little bit of angst and fluff, and Lucifer and Reader being kind of shitty people

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Everybody knew how much of an icon Queen Lillith was. She immediately blew up any form of media when she started uplifting demonkind. As time went on and more sinners were sent to Hell, a ripple effect of styles and trends rang throughout the city. It was important to Lillith to stay up to date with them. She hated to admit it, but she couldn’t keep up. She decided to take the opportunity to bring a new face to her team. At that point, the Morningstar family had already hired a handful of imps to keep little things in line, but this was a position that needed the point of view of a sinner on the streets.

Lucky you, you were one of the first sinners to work personally with the most powerful couple in Hell! You weren't that different from anyone else, but you are a chronic people watcher. It was an important hobby that helped you keep up with what everyone was decorating themselves with. A perfect pair of eyes for adorning the most beautiful creatures in the realm in a modern fashion. You started your glamorous job a couple of thousands of years before the Hotel was built. Even with your immense age, you did a surprisingly good job at keeping an open mind and becoming knowledgeable in most cosmetic and costuming work. You managed to make it through every extermination and more in this career. The protection from being housed with royalty definitely had its benefits.

On your first day, you went through Lillith's already existing wardrobe, in awe at the quality and unique aesthetics that she had. Even with your praises on her gowns, she insisted she needed your knowledge of street style incorporated into her wardrobe. You definitely fit into the Pride ring of hell at that point. The queen of Hell needs your personal opinion on what she wears? That went straight to your head. You became the head of a team and were credited with dressing up Lillith in some of her most iconic outfits. It didn't exactly bring you any fame, you weren't advertised or really credited in any other form than writing. Sometimes, if Lillith was put in an outfit she really enjoyed and her makeup and hair lasted through an entire performance, she'd give a little shout-out. You didn't really mind, you loved doing what you did, and the sweet praises Lillith gave you sufficed your need for validation. It felt amazing to see her face plastered all over Pentagram City, and being able to say hey, I did that. The salary helped, too.

As time went on, you noticed how little Lucifer made public appearances. When he did they were exclusively with Lillith at his side. And of course, he looked.. He was definitely a handsome ruler, but he didn’t have a lot of variety in his wardrobe. And it wasn't exactly up to your or Lillith's standards. She would often suggest taking some styling tips from you, almost begging at times, but he would refuse every time. You did little things, steaming and restitching his wardrobe, doing some touch-up makeup for shoots, but his suit? It stayed the same almost every day.

One day, Lucifer suddenly had a change of heart. He looked disheartened but begrudgingly agreed to be dolled up for a shoot that was happening soon. You were almost as ecstatic as Lillith was, getting this chance.

"I want you to give it your all, dear. Maybe I can convince him to do some more in the future if all goes well..." She'd tell you in a hushed tone, the two of you standing in front of the double doors that led to your studio." Do what you do best!" She said cheerfully, her hand on the small of your back. She practically throws you into the room once it's open, leaving you alone with Lucifer. There was no music, none of your other artists had shown up yet, and the only thing you could hear was your breath shaking. You breathed in heavily, then put on your best customer service face as you exhaled. You played professionally at the beginning, but it's always easier having some personality and small talk when you're planning on being in close proximity to clients for so long.

"Your Majesty! I hope you're doing well today, I'm glad you decided to join us this time!" You spoke in your people-pleaser voice, trying to hide the nerves that suddenly washed over your body. "Why the change of heart?" You started questioning, in a desperate attempt to find some sense of small talk with the intimidating figure seated in front of you. As you spoke, you stepped in front of the vanity he was seated at, having to stretch by his crossed legs to lay out your supplies. "I'm doing fantastic. Obviously." He spoke in an aggravated tone. You sucked in your lips, unsure if you should laugh. Luckily he didn't need a response before answering your other question. "You've seen Lily, she can be quite convincing." He puffed out his chest in his seated position, insinuating something vulgar. Your eye twitched, trying your best to not let them roll.

That didn't stop your face from heating up, the image suddenly materializing in your head. You cleared your throat, turning your attention back to the array of makeup brushes and some colored powders you had picked out specifically for this shoot." She is a beauty, I agree." You felt the need to respond in some way before getting to work.

You loved doing your job. No matter who you worked on, you'd always focus on your technique before anything else, which helped calm you down while you delicately held Lucifer's jaw, twisting his head around to get a general idea of what you were working with. You examined a solid purple bruise that decorated his neck before he had the chance to stop you. "Oh! I just - ran into a doorknob. Yeeah.. I.. tripped." He rambled a pathetic excuse, learning away from your touch." Sure, let's go with that." You replied, finally rolling your eyes at his words. "But you said it yourself, the Queen is indeed quite convincing." You teased, twisting around and grabbing a brush. When you went to move behind his chair to start running a comb through his impossibly soft golden hair, you caught how red he had turned at your remark." Oh, it's okay, I'm just teasing. You know how long I've worked on Lillith, I've had to cover way worse." You added, genuinely thinking that would help calm him down. He let out a quiet groan of embarrassment, smacking his hand against his face.

It went silent for a while as you worked on his hair. You saw how it usually was put up, and you didn’t want to scare him with too drastic of a change, so you only added some subtle layers that left it a bit fluffier than normal. You’d stop every now and then, placing your hands on his shoulders and looking at your work in the mirror. He'd flinch at your touch each time, leaving you concerned at first, then just giving him a suck it up attitude for the rest of your session. You went on to do something that didn't need your full attention and looked over his shoulder to get a peek at his phone screen that he used as a buffer for the awkward silence. It displayed a little calendar, he swiped through each day mindlessly. "Looks like you have a packed schedule, huh? How's that been going?" He looked up and pulled his phone into his lap, a squint across his face. "It's fine, I'm handling it. It's my job after all, ya know. Important things." He didn't seem to want to get into too much detail, so you let out a nervous chuckle and agreed before immediately finding some music to play to cover your mistake. You were convinced he would fire you at that point. Or worse.

As you finished up, you viewed him from multiple angles, twisting him around in the chair. You leaned down a bit, your eyes at his level then reached both your hands out and took the pieces of hair that framed his face, curling them up a bit at his cheeks. You stepped back again and placed your hands on your hips, letting out a satisfied hum.

He definitely calmed down by the time his hair was done, leaving behind the crude jokes and little rude quips from before. Now onto the makeup. This was far more intimate, so you gave him a quick rundown as you rummaged through your things." Alright, you definitely don't need any makeup, since your skin is perfect, but there's a chance the cameras and the lighting could wash you out, so I'll just use a blurring effect with this pow - " you stopped talking when you saw his confusion." I'm.. I'm gonna doll you up. Basically.." You summarized it bluntly. It was clear to you how uncomfortable he was with being touched excessively, you did your best to accommodate. You applied some translucent powders to his skin, then brightened up the cute little red circles on his face, after mentally kicking yourself for thinking of them as cute. This is the king of Hell, knock it off. You cleaned up the heavy bags under his eyes, then noticed a tired purple hue to his eyelids. Going in with a lilac color, you emphasized them.

As you were gathering some other things, stepping back a bit, he turned his head to look at his appearance in the mirror. He was expecting some ridiculous and dramatic work, but he really just looked brighter. More alert, more alive. He shut one of his eyes to see the color you had added to his lids, "I.. like that.." He spoke quietly and sounded surprised as if he didn't want to admit that to you. You let out a little chuckle, the compliment completely going to your head, before passively scolding him for touching his face before you had finished. He let his hands fall back into his lap with a pout on his face. Adding any color to his eyes or lips required precision, so you were lifting up his face by his chin to do what you do best. You were honestly a little surprised about how well he handled the rest of the session. For someone who's refused any sort of cosmetics for literal centuries, he looked like he was enjoying the pampering.

You had only worked on Lillith before, and even if she was intimidatingly gorgeous, you adapted to being physically close to her. Going into a sort of auto-pilot mode, you held your breath, tracing out his best features. Pulling away to check on his full appearance again, you noticed that he seemed to be holding his breath as well. He finally let it out once you stepped away, his face already a little flushed. You didn't think too much about it, you were mainly annoyed that the composition of the makeup was being thrown off by this sudden blush.

"Well! Once wardrobe comes in, you'll be taken down to set. What do you think?" You stood behind his chair and spun him back around to face the mirror. He leaned in, making sure not to touch his face since you scolded him before. He moved his head around, even admiring the coverage of the hickey that Lillith so generously gifted him." Hm! I suppose this works. As long as Lillith likes it, that is." His voice wasn’t enthusiastic, but you recognized the satisfaction plastered across his face. He looked up to meet your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "She's right, you are good at what you do, I'll give you that." You gave a little nod and began to pack up your things. "I'm glad it's acceptable, your highness." You pulled up some finger quotes as you spoke the word acceptable. "You were really nice to work on actually, your hair looks great and your face is already near perfection, so I didn't need to do much. Plus, you sat very well." You spoke nonchalantly, compliments like that coming as second nature in this field.

You turned once more and bowed your head a bit before sending a smile his way. His eyes were wide, and it looked like he was struggling to stiffen a grin. He cleared his throat, covering his mouth with his fist and looking to the side. "G-Good.. Glad you enjoyed the.. Uh - Enjoyed it.." His voice muffled behind his hand. You didn't overthink his nervous reaction since you were in a hurry to get Lillith ready next. "Oh, for sure! I hope I see you around more often! I'm sure the shoot will be great." You chimed in, finally dipping out of the room as a crowd of imps barged in, finishing up his look.

The rest of the day was spent getting Lillith ready for the shoot, which took considerably longer than Lucifer's preparations. The whole time you chatted with her about how Lucifer did, calling her out on the damned bruise that you had to cover up, and general catch-up that had become routine at this point. Once everything was up and moving, you floated around the set fixing up some small details on both Lillith and Lucifer's look when needed. And of course, the shots they got were fantastic. You couldn't stop yourself from admiring your work once the posters and advertisements were distributed.

That was the first time you worked with Lucifer. Not much changed after, you became a little more popular around the staff; getting complimented on how you dressed him and answered some silly questions about what he was like. You did see him around more often, and you’d make small talk. After a few weeks, while working on Lillith, she brought up another shoot that was proposed for a big event coming up. "And get this! Lucifer asked me to put him in the shoot!" She was absolutely giddy to tell you the news. "Well, of course, he wants to be in the shoot, it's because I prettied him up so well!" You bragged in a joking tone, making Lillith let out a sultry chuckle. She placed her hand over yours, a sincere smile across her already-painted lips. "Thank you, dear. He needs the pampering sometimes." You blushed at the sudden contact and grinned in response.

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Lucifer did in fact join that shoot. The process was about the same, but he seemed to engage in conversation more and asked more questions about what you were doing at each step. It warmed your heart to talk about your passions, you were unknowingly gushing about your interests every time he asked.

As the years went on, he joined more and more shoots, accompanied Lillith to more public appearances, and generally just wanted your opinions on his looks more often. It didn't take long for you two to become close. He'd ask for help on outfits, sometimes becoming a nervous wreck about what to wear on dates. With his wife. It was adorable the way he worried about how he looked after being with Lillith for so long and essentially running a new world together. He seemed to really enjoy having his hair and makeup done, occasionally making a fuss if you weren't the one to do it. You would scold him, talking about how he's wasting your time, and that you trained each of your stylists, so he has to trust them. He pouted the whole time.

Being around the power couple of the century unfortunately had its flaws. Like having to witness its downfall. Both of them became quieter a decade or two before Lillith's disappearance. Any time you'd try and tell a funny story about Lucifer to Lillith, she would change the topic almost immediately. On the opposite end, Lucifer wasn't supplying you with the same amount of jokes and puns as usual and reverted back to flinching at your touch. You couldn't ask about what was going on, that'd be rude.. Right?

"You know, Lillith was just talking about some sort of Gala for the Sins, are you going with her?" You had some hidden intentions by bringing this up while you were fixing Lucifer up for his day. "A Gala, huh? Haven't heard anything about that, so - I guess not!" He blurted out, clearly irritated. Shit. " Are.. Are you okay? Is something going on?" You leaned against the back of the vanity, stopping what you were doing to give him your full attention." Well, if you want to talk about it, that is.. Aaand as long as I won't get in trouble by asking." You shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest. That happened once or twice, but it was for little things; spoiling an anniversary gift one time, or accidentally getting an imp fired when you were venting about workplace struggles. "Yeah, of course it's okay! We're fine. It's fine. I'm fine! Stop asking so many questions!" He got increasingly aggressive as he spoke, you threw your hands up, stepping away and returning to the back of his chair. "Okay, okay! I believe you, jeez!" You responded to it as a joke, hoping you could recover.

You didn't talk about it after that, lifting his mood a bit by asking about his projects and other little things. As you finished up his hair, you noticed him closing his eyes and leaning his head into your hands as you ran your fingers through his hair to coat it with some kind of styling product. He'd fallen asleep in the past, so you didn't worry about it too much. You went on to work on his makeup. He asked you recently if you wouldn’t mind coming up with a more subtle everyday look for him. Apparently he just really liked your work. Or, he needed the pampering. Either way, you couldn't refuse.

He was loving the treatment today. He would hum every time you used your thumb to brush a speck off his cheek, and would start leaning forward when you stopped touching him. You pushed him back by his chest mindlessly, just needing him to sit back in his chair.

You then started to apply makeup to his eyes. Covering the bags underneath them became increasingly difficult throughout the years. You pulled him in like usual, your hand lightly leading his head up towards your face. When you paused at some point to evaluate whatever you were doing, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, then flashing a quick peak at your bust that had been accentuated by your stance. He leaned back, a nervous look on his face.

"Um, hello?? I was kind of in the middle of something! That’s it. Tell me what’s wrong." You scoffed, confusion and irritation plastered across your face. He quickly dismissed it, letting you work again. He could feel your shallow breathing fan across his face as you went on. His breath was picking up, heart rate elevating as you kept this proximity. The leather on the armrests of his chair squeaked as he gripped his claws into the fabric.

After a while, you silently leaned back, only now noticing him falling apart. He leaned in slightly, dropping his jaw to let out a shaky breath. He would've hit your face if you hadn't stepped away. Possibly even met your lips.

"Uh – Your higness..?" You were oblivious, so you decided to question this behavior. He popped his eyes open and immediately leaned back into his chair." A-Are you done yet?" He squeaked out, examining the damage he had done to your chair with a nervous chuckle. "I'll uh.. I'll get you a new chair." He muttered, before looking into the mirror for just a moment. "Looks good to me! Excellent job as usual, my dear, I better get going, I have a meeting to get to so – " You watched in silent confusion, seeing him squirming and screwing up his words. He quickly stood up, not assessing how close he would be to you and how close your back was to the vanity. You stumbled backward, placing your hands on the vanity to keep yourself from falling any farther, and acting as a buffer between the counter and Lucifer. He tripped over your stumbling feet, his flailing arms landing beside yours. You were effectively trapped, his knee had bent between your legs while trying to find his balance.

A moment of silence. All you heard was the beating of your heart ringing in your ears. He looked down at you in a way that clouded your judgment. Neither of you said anything, but you fluttered your eyes shut subconsciously. He did the same, then cocked his head to the side and slowly lean into your face. He roped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward a bit, but not quite flush to his chest. Yet. You felt his shaky breath fanning over your lips, before snapping back into reality. "No! Nope - " You quickly broke free of his arms and began cleaning up your things, avoiding his gaze as it followed you frantically getting your things together. "You have a meeting, right? I just finished up, so you should be all good now! I'll just – I-I'll see you around! Have a good day, sir!" You quickly left the room, not letting him get a single word in. He reached out to you as you left as if that would suddenly draw you back towards him, but of course, it did nothing. "Well, shit." He let out bluntly, waiting for a moment in your own studio before b-lining it back to his office.

What the fuck was that?

You avoided Lucifer after the incident, and he seemed to respect that. He let one of your stylists do his daily pampering, knowing that stopping that routine would cause too much suspicion. He didn't enjoy it as much, but stopping altogether would make Lillith ask about it. Fuck. Lillith. A flood of emotions wash over you. In reality, you were closer to Lillith than her husband. You two gossiped and chatted on the daily. It was a struggle to face her after this, but what choice did you have?

She was completely silent during her last few sessions, so you drowned out your guilty thoughts with music. She disappeared a few years after that. You absolutely panicked. So did many of the staff members, but your sole concern was if it was your fault. You were quick to find Lucifer after the announcement was made, only to see him in your studio, running his hands across the rack of gowns that Lillith had left. "Lucifer. What happened? Where did she go? What did she say?" You rambled approaching him, but being careful not to get too close. "She didn't say anything. She left a half-assed note, and she's just.. Gone." He pulled a dress into his arms and gripped it tightly before letting it drop to the floor. He let out a vicious roar, throwing the rack to the side." How could she do this?! What about the kingdom? What about Charlie? Dammit.. What did I do?? We slept next to each other that night.. The same night she left… I-I could’ve stopped her, I should've - She just disappeared..!" He rambled on, quickly unraveling in front of you. You watched his tail and horns start to form, and you hesitantly gripped his shoulder. He finally stopped, taking a deep breath before turning to face you. He hadn't looked into your eyes since..

His horns shrunk back into his temples before he let his head fall onto your shoulder. You almost stepped away, but.. He needed this. And you needed answers. "Sir.. Was it because.. Did she leave because of me..?" You spoke softly, your breath a cool sensation against his heated skin. He quickly shot up, planting his hands on your shoulders and looking at you with a stern expression. "No! No, I promise it wasn't your fault. Fuck, none of that was your fault. She.. I-I'm not sure why she left, but that's not your burden to bear." He spoke calmly, a stark contrast to the raging mess he just displayed moments ago.

You two stood there for a while, his hands drifted down to hold your arms. What was he supposed to do now? He looked around the room for some kind of answer. Before he could realize what was happening, he was pulled into a tight embrace, his head just barely reaching the top of your shoulder. "It's gonna be okay.. I’ll be here, Lucifer. No matter what." It felt.. weird for a moment. This was the first time you'd gotten close to him this way. And actually, the first time you'd said his name without any sort of title. He let out another exhausted sigh, his hands snaking around your back and accepting the much-needed affection. As his head pressed against your collarbone, you stood there until he decided he’d had enough. You were there for a while.

It wasn't Lucifer's fault, but after that, you didn’t work much. There really wasn't a lot to do, without someone pushing public appearances and emphasizing the importance of image, you generally just mended and fixed up the staff's uniforms and Lucifer’s wardrobe. You were technically a stylist, but you've been doing this long enough that you could handle these jobs entirely by yourself. Actually, you did handle the job by yourself. Lucifer fired or sent most of the previously employed stylists away, along with most of the staff. About five years into Lillith's disappearance, the place had widdled down to a handful of workers. Some in the kitchen, basic housekeeping, a noisy secretary to answer some calls, and you. You started to question why he kept you around. You hated to admit that you still blamed yourself for Lillith leaving, but why else would she suddenly disappear? She was cold to you as soon as you kissed – almost kissed – Lucifer that day. You tried your hardest to avoid that thought process since you stuck around the mansion.

You were surprised to find out that Lucifer accepted an invitation to be on the cover of a magazine for Helluva Times. He hadn't needed makeup or hair done since Lillith left, and in reality, you barely saw him around. You were ashamed about how excited you were to see him again. Of course, it won't be the same as before, but you were looking forward to it nonetheless. You were taken to the studio where the shoot was being held since the one in the mansion was turned into more of a workspace for mending clothing. The studio was brightly lit and bustled with imps and some stylish sinners doing their part. You wondered if It was always like this, or if it was just because of Lucifer. You approached the vanity, the king of Hell seated in a movie set chair, with a golden star on the back, his name embroidered to the center. You were stopped in your tracks when you saw the dark circles that surrounded his eyes. Jesus, he was exhausted. You weren’t exactly surprised, more like distressed. Now that you think about it, Lillith really did a lot of heavy lifting when it came to keeping Hell in line.

"Your Highness." You gave him a little smile and nodded your head, beginning to display your usual setup on the vanity in front of him. "Heyyy! You..! Good to see you, Ahha.. ha.. h-how've you been..? How's... work been..?" He put on a fake smile and propped his head on his hand in a sad attempt to act casual. He switched to crossing his arms, unable to sit still and make eye contact with you at the same time. You didn't know how to react. The last time he was this nervous, he ended up pinning you to a table with his arms around you. You quickly got to work, trying to get the image of that day out of your head.

You go to comb his hair, recognizing that it's been a while since he let anyone tend to it; it was nearly grown to the bottom of his neck and wasn't exactly the cleanest. "Do you have wrinkle-free, clean, clothes every day?" You asked in response to his nervous ramblings from earlier. He nodded slowly," Then work is fine." You picked up on the sudden attitude you had, and it even surprised you. He quickly shut his mouth and started to spin the wedding band on his finger as a nervous fidget.

You had to put some effort in since he wasn't getting the same attention he used to. You gave his golden locks some much-needed attention, running a number of products through them and taking the time to restore it to its usual length. You found yourself peaking at his face every now and then, which he didn't notice. He was too indulgent to even keep his eyes open. You tried to stop yourself from looking at his relaxed expression, but you found yourself turning away only when he opened his eyes. You checked the clock, you definitely had some time for a more thorough session. You dug your fingers just a bit deeper into his hair, lightly running your nails across his scalp. In several swirling motions, you had him melting in your hands. You had to stop every now and then and push his head back up after it lulled to the side. It usually kept him alert for a moment, but it never lasted long. He let out a subtle hum every now and then, making you bite your lip in some attempt to keep whatever you were feeling at bay.

After you finished your little massage, you quickly finished up his hair, giving him a very-needed trim and styling it to its usual glory. You instinctively placed your hands on his shoulders once you finished and leaned in a bit to look at the results.

"So? What do you think? You needed a haircut, sir, you should… keep in touch.. If you need me, I'm here." A grin grew on your face and he couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of your smiling face. He turned his head to the left and the right, reaching up to touch his face delicately. He was less worried about messing it up and more worried about you scolding him for it. He let out a little huff and he opened his mouth, with no words coming out. It took him a moment." It's great, but uhh.. Could you do the – " He spun his fingers around his cheeks," you know, the.. Little loopy.. Bits..?"

God, what a cutie.

You let out a little chuckle and nodded, turning his chair to face you." My bad, how could I forget the loopy bits?" You teased, reaching out to either side of his head. Your hands lulled over his cheeks for some reason you wouldn’t explain. Finally, you untucked the bits of hair from behind his ears, pulling them forward and twirling them with your fingers. You placed your hands on your hips, still bent to be at his eye level.

"There. Ready for makeup, Lucifer?" Your words didn't come naturally, it took you a few seconds to debate whether or not to call him by his name. With his voice cracking in an attempt to respond, he just nodded, attempting to keep some dignity intact. You did your best to act professional, despite his lovely reactions. You started as you usually did, applying an easy base and highlighting his rosy cheeks. You never needed to do much to his face, and even after all this time, you still didn’t need to. Must be his angelic abilities, that his skin never really changes. You shrugged off the thought, getting ready to focus on his eyes. Instead of keeping his chin up, you took a light hold of his jaw, your fingers grazing his neck and your thumb placed dangerously close to the side of his lips. You both reacted to this new method, but you quickly went to work to prevent any more eye contact.

You took your time and it was clear neither of you cared to bring it up. He was past his call time, but when some poor stylist working for the news team came in to get him, Lucifer used his threatening status to give you both more time. After you finished covering the dark rings surrounding his eyes and prettying them up a bit, you mirrored your other hand and essentially cupped his cheeks. You did your best to make it look like it was for work purposes, but damn you were enjoying this. Such a beautiful creature in the palm of your hands, looking away because he was too embarrassed to meet your eyes." Look forward, please?" You spoke softly, lightly tapping his cheek to get him to follow your commands. He let out a huff, then finally prepared himself to look into your eyes. The noisy workers coming in and out of the room suddenly disappeared, the room going silent. He had your complete focus, and suddenly there was nothing more important than gazing into his red eyes. His hand moved to your wrist, holding one of your hands in place while he pressed his cheek against your palm. What a sight. You leaned in, not knowing what would happen, but also not really caring. Any chance to get close to –

"Alright your Highness, we're gonna need you on set in five." The harsh sounds of the room suddenly returned, a Hellhound making a more stern request to get this shoot over with. You quickly stood straight, taking up a brush and fixing up the small smudges you had created by holding him. "Rrright! Yup, pretty sure we're almost done, sooo... I'll be right there..! Thanks." He clenched his pointed teeth, as he thanked the brute, who walked off with a scoff. "Good golly – I'm their king! What gives that mutt the right to – " He stopped his rambling once he saw your sheer embarrassment. He took it as a sign that he went too far, that just maybe, he read you wrong.

He turned his head, looking back to his reflection and tracing his little curls with his fingers before letting out a satisfied hum. "Great work as always, my dear." He stood from the chair, stretching his stiff legs with a groan." I should uhm – I'm gonna get going, I have to.. Do the.. Thing – with the thing.." He walked backward towards the exit, pointing over his shoulder. "You mean go to set and get the shots? Hope everything goes okay, sir." You chuckled, going back to cleaning some things up. "Okay, well – oh! Thank you! Right, forgot that part. So, thanks..!" He just kept talking. Like he might never see you again once he left the room. "My pleasure, Lucifer." You hummed, still attending to your tasks. Oh, you should’ve seen the winded look on his face. He let out a wheezing chuckle, tripped over himself, then finally left the studio.

Once all your things were neatly tucked away, you were invited to the shoot. They had an extensive team of people behind the scenes, so you got the chance to just observe the process. They had him run through a number of poses, some regal, some more.. Provocative. Just for fun, they said. It made you cringe, it definitely wasn't his style. Finally deciding on a composition, he had his arms crossed over his chest, and he rested his thumb just below his chin, drawing your eye to his devilish smirk. How could someone who's been hurt as badly as he has, smile for the cover of a magazine?

You made some mental notes on his makeup and his hair, which they squished down with a comically oversized tophat. Trying to keep your mind purely professional became increasingly difficult when he kept looking over at you, his smile twitching every time. He must be tired. That’s clearly why he's acting this way.

"All right, we got it! Wrap it up, people!" An aggressive shout took you away from your phone screen, and you looked around at the rush of workers. You tried to catch anyone's attention to see if you could help with anything, but you never got anyone's attention. It was definitely a change of pace from your past experience, considering you were the lead on a team that really only dressed two people, even if they were royalty. By the time you got back to the studio, it was basically cleaned out, other than your little cart with all the supplies you brought from home. You assumed you were good to go straight home and find something to do other than feeling up the king of Hell; speak of the devil!

"Oh! I.. didn't know you were still here, I thought you left..?" A soft, and mildly raspy, voice came from the door, making you catch Lucifer's eyes in the reflection of the vanity you stood in front of. "No, I was enjoying the show." You leaned against the tabletop after turning to face him, a little smirk on your face. "You did good, by the way. The shots came out really well." You pulled up some of the shots that the company sent to your phone. "These are some very handsome photos.. You're welcome, by the way." You were gloating. He had walked forward to get a better look at your phone screen, squinting his eyes like he needed glasses, despite it being impossible for him to have poor vision. He scoffed at your comment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well don't let it go straight to your head, dear, you didn't do all the work. I'm just naturally gorgeous, right? You used to say that all the time." He nodded his head to either side as he spoke like he was winning some argument.

"Well, I meant it and it's still true. So, don't let that get to your head." You responded like you were trying to one-up him. He immediately turned red. He can shoot his shots, but deflates at any quick or clever rebuttals." W-Well! I'll try not to.. T-thanks for being here. Not like, here, but like – helping with the shoot, and doing meee – my hair! Love my hair, came out great." Good job, Lucifer. You startled him by running your hands through his locks, attempting to fix up the mess they made by putting a heavy hat on him." Ugh, they ruined it.. It should be an easy fix, I guess... that stupid hat." You grumbled, running your hands along the sides of his head to smooth it out. He was biting his lip when you sent him a quick look." I-I like the hat..." He said weakly. You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, beginning to pull your hands away. Clawed hands took hold of your wrists, keeping them hovered on either side of his face. "You said... that you'd be there for me no matter what. Do you remember that..?" He relaxed his face, but his hands were shaking just a bit. You nodded slowly.” Well, I’m - I appreciate that.. And you.. I-I appreciate you..”

“If you still.. I don't know, it's been a few years since – but if you still wanted to.. Ugh, dammit..! I don't know how to – " He stuttered over his words, becoming visibly upset, something stopping him from speaking coherently. You couldn't assume he was talking about the little incident from years ago, but if it was still on your mind after all that time, maybe it was still on his. He stepped forward just a bit, his grasp still lightly holding your wrists, keeping him close to you. Waiting for you to respond to a question he never really asked, he gulped, then let out a breathy, fuck it. In one fell swoop, he released your hands and immediately pulled you into a tight embrace. This wasn't like before, this wasn't to console him. His hands were wrapped around your back and cradled the base of your neck, leaving no space between the two of you.

Your entire body tensed, the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in was knocked out of you, and your arms were stuck with your hands pressed against his chest. He loosened his grasp as soon as he held you, but never actually let you go. His head had sunk into your shoulder, trying to hide some kind of adorable expression, you were sure. You had the opportunity to push him away, nothing was truly keeping you there. Physically, at least.

As you stood still, deciding what your next move would be, you'd feel him adjusting his head and turning it to plant his cheek on your collarbone, his breath hot against your chest. You knew he had to feel how hard and fast your heart was beating with how he was nuzzling into you. Focusing on one thing at a time, you tugged your arm out of his hold and lifted his face upwards, at least preventing him from being too close to your rapid heart rate. The next problem was your noses almost touching due to how close you were. His eyes were wide, full of some sort of desperation or fear, and a little bit of excitement. Your fingers still lightly hovered under his chin, and you could feel his pulse. Just as fast as yours, maybe even faster.

You felt him gulp, his face now heating up. Maybe the look in your eyes was too much for him to handle. You looked at the vanity that was just a few feet away. That should make him understand. Taking small steps backwards, which he didn’t understand, but also didn’t question, you kept moving until you felt the table hit your back. You leaned back slowly, forcing him to brace himself against the table to keep his balance. His eyes darted around as it clicked finally. You had put yourself in the same position that you were in years ago. His hands caged you in, and his knee sat between your legs for stability. You remembered it so clearly, you had no trouble bringing the two of you right back to where you left off. You took one of his arms and guided it to support you by the small of your back, then snaked your arms around his shoulders. Then, you closed your eyes and just waited. Just sitting there, anticipation bubbling in your stomach.

Before you knew it, he had softly pressed his lips against yours. You jumped at first, startled by something you were waiting so patiently for. You felt his lips pull away in response, but you were quick to pull his shoulders in, closing the gap again. He let out a little cry against your lips, as you pulled him even closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He kept one hand at your back and sent the other to your outer thigh, slightly lifting your leg to sit against his hip. With a more secure hold on you, he leaned forward further, until you felt the back of your head hit the mirror with a light thump. "Mmph! Are you okay?" He pulled away for a moment to ask, which only upset you even more. You looked at him as if the answer was obvious, and fisted the collar of his shirt, pulling your lips back together. Clearly, you were fine.

Becoming intoxicated by your lips, he practically begged for a more intimate kiss. He placed a hand on your chin, pulling your mouth ajar with his thumb and quickly entering his tongue in your mouth. The sudden motion left you muttering incoherent praises onto his lips. He pulled away, leaving you in a daze. Once you regained your focus, you were able to reassess your situation. You had slid down the entirety of the vanity, your back fully against the cold material of the counter. One of his hands were propping himself up directly above you, the other still holding your leg, and keeping you from moving away as he pulled you impossibly closer. While letting you catch your breath, he sent a few kisses down your jaw and neck, making you grip his shoulders and hold your breath. He pulled himself away after pressing another quick peck on your lips. "Hey. Breathe. I'll take care of you, don't worry - " How dare he. How could he act so flustered when you did his hair and applied his makeup for literal centuries, then tell you to calm down? You scoffed and smashed your lips back against his, mainly to shut him up, but he wasn’t complaining.

He let out a little yelp against your lips, struggling to keep up with your sudden change of pace. Running your hands through his hair, ruining all the hard work you put into it, you lightly tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck. A shakey sigh met your lips, as you took control of the situation, taking the opportunity to explore his mouth with your own tongue.

After this went on for what felt like forever, which you didn’t really mind, you pulled away to breathe. Looking up to him, your eyes explored the lipstick that messily covered his lips. You tipped his head upward by his chin forcing him to look at himself in the vanity's mirror. He let out a pathetic little wheeze, looking back down at you with a suddenly confident smirk." Beautiful work as always, my dear." He spoke flirtatiously, "You missed a spot, though." Dipping his head back downwards and indulging in your warm presence for as long as he could.

You were clawing at his back, untucking his shirt as you struggled to keep a hold of him. Both your legs had spread, making your hips flush against his. He kept you close, as he nipped and kissed across your collarbone, his sharp teeth grazing your skin without hesitation.

Sucking on the softest part of your neck, you let out a breathy moan and arched your back into his chest. The sudden motion sent friction to his lower half, making him release his teeth and suddenly bolt upwards. The reaction made you nervous, "I-I don't - I haven't.. It's been… Awhile.." He stammered out, putting an emphasis on the word awhile." I know, It's okay." He winced at your nonchalant remark, remembering how often you witnessed his last relationship essentially fall apart, as you went back to kissing his neck. He gently pulled himself away. "Nono, it's been awhile- awhile… I hadn't been close with.. anyone… for a couple.. Decades..?" He spoke nervously like he was embarrassed to admit it. You sat up for a moment, making him question whether or not he should've said anything." But.. It's only been five years, right?" You weren't sure if this was the best time to be getting into this, but these are answers you’ve been wanting for years.

"I don't know what happened, sweetheart, but we lost what we had long before any of this. I'm sorry if you thought.. I can't have you take on that burden.. Okay?" He cupped your face, shifting to a more tender approach. You tried piecing things together in your mind, which was still cloudy from the past few hours. Of course, that still doesn’t make what you two did right. Of course, you blamed yourself after all this time. He pulled you out of your thoughts, by tucking a bit of hair behind your ear and keeping his tender hold on your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile and nuzzle your face into his hand.

"We can stop if you want, love." Oh how you wanted to say stop. To say that you were terrible people for even feeling this way after all this time, while he was with his wife. Who also happened to be your employer. How scandalous. "No, I want this." You said without a hint of hesitation in your voice. It shocked him a bit, but he didn’t have much time to react before you leaned forward, unbuttoning his coat and pushing it off his shoulders. You pulled him in by his collar again, continuing to remove his vest, then opening his shirt, letting it hang open loosely, his white skin just barely peeking out. He shrugged comically, before going back to working on your neck, pulling at the hem of your blouse that had already fallen to your shoulders.

He ran his hands along your curves, eliciting a shiver down your spine. You reached your hands into his open shirt, your warm hands trailing across his even warmer chest. Your physical pleasure was subdued for a moment, absolutely in awe. "You have beautiful skin, Lucifer." Your voice was breathy, he lulled his head to the side, melting at your words and intimate touch. After a moment he let out a sweet chuckle and shrugged his top completely off. "So I've been told." Implying your constant praises from before, he puffed his chest out.

Oh, he was loving this. You sat up, your legs just at the edge of the countertop as you arched your back into him, closing the gap between your hips. You started by pressing a little kiss on his cheek, his face heating up even after all he's done to you. You then, moved your way down to work your lips across his neck and collarbone. Gently tracing his spine with one hand the other traveled downward as you pulled his hips into yours. Messaging his hip and continuously running your fingers along the center of his back, you sent him into sensory overload. You weren't surprised by the sudden bulge you felt hitting your center, in fact, you reveled how that confirmed you were doing a good job. You began sucking and biting on the skin, stopping to let out breathy mewls into his ear. The massaging of his hip turned into you pulling him in, then pushing him away slightly, only to viciously repeat the motion, forcing him to start grinding against you. Your hand on his back continued to trail up and down his spine, only you started to drag your nails across his skin as well, digging in a bit harder whenever you heard his voice hitch. You let your fingers slip into his pants every now and then, the cool sensation of your hands making him let out a little whimper.

"Your skin really is perfect, Lucifer. You are entirely beautiful. You're absolutely stunning, my king." You hummed into his ear, your skilled hands continuing to drive him crazy. He could barely keep up, his head falling back whenever you'd reach up to run your fingers through his hair. "K-Kiss me.." You heard him almost whisper, making you pull back for a moment to assess his stature. He had his hands on your hips, to keep you close, but also to keep him standing on his swaying feet. "I-I need you to.. kiss me.. Please.." He spoke in choppy sentences, he was too lost in his own pleasure to keep his head up, so you kept it forward by cradling the back of his head. When his head would start to droop too far forward, you gave his hair a light tug to remind him where he was. Did he need permission? You enjoyed the 180 he had made from the flirtatious tease just moments ago, humming in thought and tapping your chin like you were still deciding. Like you were considering not kissing him as passionately as he could handle.

He was lightly grinding his hard-on into you but still seemed patient enough to wait for your answer. "Well.. Since you said please." You finally said after far too long. He let out a sigh of relief as you inched towards him. You left your lips just over his, only letting him feel your heated breath against his lips. He shifted his stance but never moved towards you. You brushed your lips against his, not locking them together, just barely grazing them. He let out an impatient groan, his eyes clenched shut as you teased him so cruelly. Who knew this is what would bring tears to his eyes? You ran your hands up his chest, then dug your nails into him as you went back down. You finally met his lips, deciding he had enough after you wiped away a tear from his watering eyes. You don't know how he still managed to keep the kiss so tender after acting so desperate beforehand. You continuously wiped the tears off his face, keeping your hands on his face and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. As you pulled away, he followed your lips, disappointed in the sudden disconnect. He took the silence and the look on your face as a sign, that he needs to tell you what he wants.

He dropped to his knees, the warmth you had sitting between your legs was hit with the cool air of the room as he did. He kept his hands off of you and himself but fiddled with his thumbs to keep them busy in some way. He took in a deep breath, before speaking quickly," Can I taste you?" His voice was embarrassingly loud like he was just waiting and waiting to finally say it. It sort of shocked you, you assumed he’d be nervous after admitting he hadn't done this in a while. You pulled your legs together, finally feeling how wet you were becoming, but needing to commit to the bit. You crossed your ankles to furth prevent access. "I suppose so.. But what do you saay?" you reached down and tapped the tip of his nose, as you dragged out your words like you were speaking to a child. "Please..! I need to touch you, please.." He quickly replied, with no hesitation at all. "Good boy." That was it for you.

You realized you sealed your fate, as you felt him take a hold on your knees and pull them back apart gently. He moved forward until he could rest his head on your plush thigh, which he did for a while. He lifted your skirt up to your waist, then took a moment to appreciate the view. You were finally becoming a bit embarrassed, attempting to close your legs instinctively, but he pushed your legs farther apart, keeping a tight hold onto your thighs. When he looked up at you, his eyes were wide and innocent, as if he wasn’t keeping your legs apart and wiggling his hips to give some much-needed friction to his own growing problems.

He blinked, then looked back down, trailing his clawed finger across your wet underwear. You covered the sounds you were making with the back of your hand, still struggling to keep your legs open for him. He bent his finger and pressed it deeply into your still-clothed entrance. The sensation of the fabric digging into you made you groan, but that didn’t affect him at all. He licked his lips and began gathering spit in his mouth and he pushed your legs back in place, keeping them apart this time. Running his forked tongue across your panties, you squirmed under his touch. As he lapped at the fabric, the heat from his breath and the wetness he was coating you with caused you to fall back onto your forearms. "L-Lucifer - " You said weakly, quickly drawing his attention. "This is cruel." You pouted, continuing to let out a little whimper as he kept running two of his fingers across your underwear.

He cocked his head to the side as if he didn’t understand the damage he was doing. He was playing dumb." Oh? I'm sorry, love, how should I touch you then?" He was way too calm for your liking. He let one of his fingers just graze the hem, only touching a bit of your skin. You let out an annoyed groan, and move your underwear to the side, guiding the tip of his finger to your entrance. With your hand holding his wrist, you pushed his fingers inside of you, a strange sensation to say the least. It was embarrassing. He noticed your discomfort and finally dropped the act, sending you a sweet smile and kissing your thigh before starting to pump his fingers inside of you.

You let out a sultry moan, a mixture of relief and pure pleasure finally hitting you as you felt him add another finger without any real warning. You lulled your head back, not able to see his absolute focus on matching the rhythm of his fingers to the circling of your clit. Before you could fully comprehend, he pulled his hands away and back onto your thighs, delving into your center with a heated, open-mouthed kiss. Letting out a gasp, he delved into your folds, his tongue easily slipping from your entrance and back up to your clit. He lifted a hand to continue to slowly rub his thumb in small circles, so he could focus his tongue on thrusting in and out of your entreance with ease.

He showed no sign of faltering as you bucked into his face, desperate for more of him. Your hands moved to his hair, taking a tight hold as he hit right where he was supposed to. He scrunched his face, letting out a low growl as you yanked at his scalp, the vibrations startling you in a wonderful way. He only sped up when you started to babble about being close, letting your thighs tighten around his face as you finish into his lips. He continues his rapid pace, the adrenaline from being squeezed by your shaky legs taking over. You finally pulled his head away from you after the pleasure of overstimulation started to ache in your core. You sunk backward, your body twitching on occasion.

He planted a kiss on your thigh before rising back to his feet. He leaned into you, the fabric over his groin coated in your juices the longer he pressed in. He pecked your temple, looking at you, completely unphased." Too much? How did I do..?" He seemed genuinely interested in whether or not he did a good job." Y-you did.. Great.. It was g-good.. Felt good.." You gave a pathetic thumbs up as you caught your breath." W-what happened to the whole it's been a while thing? Fuck, Lucifer." You sat up finally seeing that he split the fabric of your underwear at some point to gain better access." Guess I've still got it." He said with a smirk, waggling his eyebrows at you. You couldn’t take him seriously. Your wetness and lipstick stained his mouth, the eyeliner you had applied had ran down his cheeks and rubbed under his eyes. Not to mention, he was covered in your marks. It's fine you can cover those, you thought. Even with his sudden burst of dominance, you took pride in the fact that this was all because of you. He was all yours.

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If you're curious, that one is pushing 10k words ;)

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Writer Spotlight: Jamie Beck

Jamie Beck is a photographer residing in Provence, France. Her Tumblr blog, From Me To You, became immensely successful shortly after launching in 2009. Soon after, Jamie, along with her partner Kevin Burg, pioneered the use of Cinemagraphs in creative storytelling for brands. Since then, she has produced marketing and advertising campaigns for companies like Google, Samsung, Netflix, Disney, Microsoft, Nike, Volvo, and MTV, and was included in Adweek Magazine’s “Creative 100” among the industry’s top Visual Artists. In 2022, she released her first book, An American in Provence, which became a NYT Bestseller and Amazon #1 book in multiple categories, and featured in publications such as Vogue, goop, Who What Wear, and Forbes. Flowers of Provence is Jamie’s second book.

Can you tell us about how The Flowers of Provence came to be?

I refer to Provence often as ‘The Garden of Eden’ for her harmonious seasons that bring an ever-changing floral bounty through the landscape. My greatest joy in life is telling her story of flowers through photography so that we may all enjoy them, their beauty, their symbolism, and their contribution to the harmony of this land just a bit longer.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

How do your photography and writing work together? Do you write as part of your practice?

I constantly write small notations, which usually occur when I am alone in nature with the intention of creating a photograph or in my studio working alone on a still life. I write as I think in my head, so I have made it a very strict practice that when a thought or idea comes up, I stop and quickly write the text in the notes app on my phone or in a pocket journal I keep with me most of the time. If I don’t stop and write it down at that moment, I find it is gone forever. It is also the same practice for shooting flowers, especially in a place as seasonal as Provence. If I see something, I must capture it right away because it could be gone tomorrow.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

You got your start in commercial photography. What’s something you learned in those fields that has served you well in your current creative direction?

I think my understanding of bridging art and commerce came from my commercial photography background. I can make beautiful photographs of flowers all day long, but how to make a living off your art is a completely different skill that I am fortunate enough to have learned by working with so many different creative brands and products in the past.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

Do you remember your first photograph?

Absolutely! I was 13 years old. My mother gave me her old Pentax 35mm film camera to play with. When I looked through the viewfinder, it was as if the imaginary world in my head could finally come to life! I gave my best friend a makeover, put her in an evening gown in the backyard of my parents’ house in Texas, and made my first photograph, which I thought was so glamorous! So Vogue!

You situate your photographic work with an introduction that charts the seasons in Provence through flowers. Are there any authors from the fields of nature writing and writing place that inspire you?

I absolutely adore Monty Don! His writing, his shoes, and his ease with nature and flowers—that’s a world in which I want to live. I also love Floret Flowers, especially on social media, as a way to learn the science behind flowers and how to grow them.

How did you decide on the order of the images within The Flowers of Provence?

Something I didn’t anticipate with a book deal is that I would actually be the one doing the layouts! I assumed I would hand over a folder of images, and an art director would decide the order. At first, it was overwhelming to sort through it all because the work is so personal, and I’m so visual. But in the end, it had to be me. It had to be my story and flow to be truly authentic. I tried to move through the seasons and colors of the landscape in a harmonious way that felt a bit magical, just as discovering Provence has felt to me.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

How do you practice self-care when juggling work and life commitments alongside the creative process?

The creative process is typically a result that comes out of taking time for self-care. I get some of my best ideas for photographic projects or writing when I am in a bath or shower or go for a long (and restorative) walk in nature. Doing things for myself, such as how I dress or do my hair and makeup, is another form of creative expression that is satisfying.

What’s a place or motif you’d like to photograph that you haven’t had a chance to yet?

I am really interested in discovering more formal gardens in France. I like the idea of garden portraiture, trying to really capture the essence and spirit of places where man and nature intertwine.

Which artists do you return to for inspiration?

I’m absolutely obsessed with Édouard Manet—his color pallet and subject matter.

What are three things you can’t live without as an artist?

My camera, the French light, and flowers, of course.

What’s your favorite flower to photograph, and why?

I love roses. They remind me of my grandmother, who always grew roses and was my first teacher of nature. The perfume of roses and the vast variety of colors, names, and styles all make me totally crazy. I just love them. They simply bring me joy the same way seeing a rainbow in the sky does.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

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the white party — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, rich!reader x middle class!stiles, gossip girl inspired plotline and theme, unprotected sex — porn with plot

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synopsis: everyone who is anyone flocks to the hamptons to wear all-white and participate in some melodrama

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the setting sun cast long shadows over beacon hills, signaling the approaching arrival of the town's most extravagant event: the annual white party. the anticipation was palpable as ornate invitations graced the mailboxes of the town's elite, promising a night of glamour, intrigue, and indulgence. among the privileged recipients was you, a prominent figure in beacon hills' high society. with your family's wealth and influential connections, you were a coveted guest at any gathering. dressed in a stunning white gown that hugged your figure flawlessly, you exuded an air of effortless elegance as you prepared for the evening's festivities.

the white party was the pinnacle of social events in beacon hills. held at an opulent estate hidden away from prying eyes, the venue itself was a testament to extravagance. the sprawling mansion was draped in cascading white fabric, bathed in soft, ethereal lighting that danced across the polished marble floors. the atmosphere was electric, filled with a sense of anticipation as guests began to arrive in their finest all-white attire.

but this year, there was a twist to the story, one that added a layer of intrigue reminiscent. the twist was a certain guest, an outsider to the world of privilege, a name whispered with curiosity and skepticism: stiles stilinski. stiles, unlike the rest of the attendees, did not belong to the upper echelons of beacon hills. he was a fish out of water, a commoner who dared to crash the white party. and he had a plan.

as the guests started to arrive at the white party, the tension in the air was palpable, a storm brewing on the horizon of beacon hills' privileged society. you glided through the crowd, your every move calculated to exude an air of grace and confidence. your eyes, concealed beneath the shadow of your elegant white mask, scanned the sea of attendees.

and then, you saw him.

stiles, dressed in his best attempt at formal attire, looked like an anomaly in the sea of tailored tuxedos and couture gowns. he stood near the entrance, flanked by his more eligible friends who had, with their connections, secured his place in this exclusive world for the night.

a smirk played at the corner of your lips as you watched him from afar, your eyes narrowing with a hint of mischief. you'd heard rumors of his audacious attempt to infiltrate the white party, and you couldn't resist the opportunity to engage in the kind of melodrama that would make even the highest of gossip sites crumble.

stiles, oblivious to your presence, seemed determined to blend in. he nervously adjusted his bowtie, casting uneasy glances at his friends who appeared equally out of place in this glamorous setting. the scene was set for a clash of worlds.

as the night unfolded, the party's extravagance reached its zenith. champagne flowed freely, the dance floor pulsed with rhythmic beats, and the guests reveled in the decadence of the occasion. but beneath the veneer of merriment, a rivalry simmered, akin to the upper-crust conflicts of beacon hills' elite.

you decided to initiate the first move, sashaying through the crowd until you were standing right in front of stiles, a predator sizing up its prey. you tilted your head, allowing a cascade of glossy hair to fall over your shoulder.

“stiles stilinski,” you purred, the words laced with faux sweetness. “i must say, your boldness is almost admirable. sneaking into the white party? that takes audacity.” he swallowed hard, his eyes darting around nervously, aware that the eyes of the partygoers were on you both. “well,” he stammered, “sometimes, you have to break the rules to get what you want.”

your laughter was a melodious trill, dripping with condescension. “oh, stiles, you always did have a flair for the dramatic. but this world—” you gestured to the opulent surroundings. “this world is not for the likes of you.”

his jaw clenched, and stiles shot back, “maybe i'm here to prove that it should be.”

the tension between you crackled like electricity, drawing the attention of stiles' friends who exchanged intrigued glances. it was a battle of wits, a duel of words, and the guests watched with bated breath, captivated by the unfolding drama. the white party, once an elegant soirée, had transformed into a stage for your rivalry.

amidst the glittering chandeliers, the party's glamour was intoxicating, a world of privilege and pretense where secrets were currency. the opulent estate's grand ballroom had transformed into a sea of swirling white gowns and tailored tuxedos, the air filled with laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses.

as you and stiles engaged in your theatrical confrontation, the guests were drawn in like moths to a flame. little did they know that beneath the surface of this grand masquerade, your history was a tangled web of emotions and betrayals.

“it's amusing,” you said with an enigmatic smile, “that you think you can play in this league, stiles. this world thrives on connections, and you?” you gestured to him, letting your gaze linger on the prominent scar that ran across his cheek. “you're a misfit here.”

stiles' eyes flashed with defiance, a spark of the same spirit that had drawn you to him in the first place. “maybe i don't want to fit in with your world. maybe i want to expose it for what it is.” each word was a calculated move, a chess piece in the game of one-upmanship you were playing.

but beneath the bravado, there was a truth that neither of you could deny: you had once been deeply entwined. the breakup had been messy, fueled by betrayal and hurt, and now, here you were, using this extravagant party as a stage to get back at each other.

the tension in the room escalated as your words hung in the air. the partygoers were torn between fascination and discomfort, unsure of whether to applaud the spectacle or to intervene in the brewing confrontation.

amid the swirling white-clad guests, the battle of wits and wills between you and stiles continued to escalate. the white party's opulence provided the perfect backdrop for your melodramatic game of one-upmanship.

stiles, determined to prove himself in this world of privilege, leaned in closer to a group of eligible young ladies, his charm and wit on full display. he regaled them with stories, his animated gestures drawing laughter and admiration. it was a calculated move, a way to show that he could play the game just as well as anyone else in attendance.

not to be outdone, you gracefully allowed yourself to be swept into the arms of a charismatic young man, one with connections as impressive as your own. you engaged in witty banter, your laughter like music in the air, drawing the attention of partygoers and cameras alike. it was a performance, a carefully choreographed dance, and the white party's glamorous stage was yours to command.

as the night progressed, the flirtation between you and stiles became more brazen, each attempt to outdo the other more daring than the last. it was as if you were caught in a whirlwind of attraction and rivalry, the lines between the two blurred by the intensity of your history. you danced with other partners, locked in playful embraces, while stiles continued to bask in the adoration of his newfound companions. the partygoers watched in fascination, the drama unfolding.

but then, as the crescendo of the evening's flirtations reached its zenith, a moment occurred that neither of you had anticipated. you found yourself wrapped in the arms of your dance partner, locked in a passionate kiss that left no room for interpretation. the room fell silent, the spotlight shining brightly on this indiscretion. stiles' eyes, wide with shock and hurt, met yours across the room. in that moment, the rivalry that had driven you to this point seemed insignificant compared to the raw emotions laid bare before the party's judgmental eyes.

the guests whispered, the scandalous moment playing out like a scene from a soap opera. but you and atiles were lost in a world of your own making, a world where the past and present collided in a tumultuous storm of desire and resentment.

the time for pretense was over. the white party, once a stage for revenge, had become the backdrop for a confrontation neither of you could avoid. as you separated from your dance partner, you made your way through the crowd, drawn inexorably toward stiles.

the tension in the room was palpable as you finally stood face to face, your eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. the melodrama of the arty had reached its climax, and the unresolved emotions between you and stiles hung heavy in the air. it was a moment that mirrored the iconic past confrontations and playful banters, a moment where secrets and rivalries were stripped away, leaving only the raw truth of your past and the possibility of a future.

the cacophony of the party's extravagant revelry faded into the background as you and stiles stood locked in an unspoken battle of emotions. the room seemed to shrink around you, leaving only the two of you at the center of the storm.

stiles was the first to break the silence, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. “you always did have a way of taking things too far, (y/n).”

your heart pounded, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had paused. the truth in his words cut deep, for you both knew that your attempt to provoke each other had gone too far, a melodramatic twist that had spiraled beyond control.

“you're not blameless in this, stiles,” you retorted, your voice laced with frustration. “you crashed this party just to prove a point, to show that you could be part of this world. well, you got what you wanted, didn't you?”

the guests around you whispered in hushed tones, the spectacle of your confrontation captivating their attention. it was as if you and stiles were the stars of a real-life drama, and the white party had become the stage for your reckoning. his expression softened, the anger in his eyes giving way to a hint of sadness. “i never wanted it to be like this, (y/n).”

the vulnerability in his voice struck a chord within you, a reminder of the complicated history you shared. the white party had been the catalyst for a confrontation neither of you had anticipated, but it was also an opportunity to confront the unresolved feelings that lingered beneath the surface.

as the night wore on, you and stiles retreated from the judgmental eyes of the partygoers, finding a secluded corner where the melodrama of the evening could finally give way to a candid conversation. the tension between you was undeniable, but so was the undeniable chemistry that had drawn you together in the first place.

“i don't know if we can ever go back to what we were,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. hw nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. “maybe we can't, but we can find a way forward. Without all this drama.”

it was a turning point, a moment of vulnerability that allowed you both to confront the mistakes and betrayals that had driven you apart. the white party, once a stage for rivalry and revenge, had become a backdrop for reconciliation and reflection. as the night grew late, you and stiles continued your conversation, no longer focused on getting back at each other but on understanding the complexities of your past. the glamorous world of the elite slowly faded into the background, leaving only the promise of a new beginning for two people whose lives had been entwined in melodrama and intrigue.

the night had grown darker, and the party's extravagant revelry had given way to a quiet, secluded corner of the mansion. you and stiles, your emotions laid bare in your candid conversation, found yourselves in the heart of the mansion's opulent kitchen.

the kitchen was a sanctuary, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. the gleaming marble countertops, normally reserved for chefs and caterers, now served as the stage for a different kind of performance. stiles approached you slowly, the distance between you filled with an unspoken tension. his eyes, which had held a hint of sadness moments ago, were now filled with longing.

“i've missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, the words hanging in the air like an unbreakable spell.

you didn't respond with words. instead, you closed the space between you, your lips meeting in a kiss that was both desperate and passionate. it was as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of shared desire and vulnerability.

stiles's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. the cold marble of the countertop pressed against your back, a stark contrast to the warmth of his embrace. the kiss deepened, each moment a revelation of the unspoken emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. his lips moved with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine, a reminder of the connection you had once shared and the intensity of your history together. it was a kiss that transcended the melodrama and intrigue of the white party, a kiss that spoke of forgiveness and the possibility of a new beginning.

the world outside the kitchen seemed to disappear as you and stiles lost yourselves in each other, the weight of your past mistakes and betrayals lifting with each tender touch. it was a moment of catharsis, a moment that signaled a turning point in your tumultuous relationship.

his mouth was relentless, melting into yours. his hands moved from your neck slowly down your chest, pulling at the zipper that held your dress together. you had forgotten you were still in your formal attire until now, as stiles grasped at your collar. his lips continued to melt against yours, melting away any resistance you might have felt. he pulled away for a brief second, a devilish smirk forming as he looked down at you, barely sitting on the countertop.

you made an attempt to form enough space to pull your dress up, but stiles refused to let you move. he watched as you struggled with your zipper, desperate to give yourself to him just hours after your godforsaken rivalry. your heart twisted by the shift of events. your head told you to push him away before things escalated, but the pool between your legs said otherwise.

“you're sure about this?” for a second, you hesitated, but you nodded eagerly, lip tucked between your teeth. you heard the metallic spund of his belt clasp and shortly after it hit the floor, he held onto your knees as he spread your legs further apart. one of his hands was on top of yours, while the other repeatedly thrusted into your slick. he moved his hand to your clit, holding it in place. “you want me that bad, huh?”

in response, all you could do was nod. you felt like you were about to cum at the sensation of his words and the feeling of your clit tingling. suddenly, you felt him inside you, his dick taking all of you with one swift motion. the fullness was overwhelming, leaving you moaning with relief and pleasure. your pussy tightened around him as he repeatedly pounded into you, using a free hand to continue circling around your clit. he grasped at your hip with his other, angling himself as he pushed you further onto his cock. he groaned, “this pussy was made for me.”

your eyes widened as all of your senses grew numb. he continued to fill you up over and over again, the warmth of his length pulsating inside your cunt. his hand grasped your throat, his thumb tucking into your mouth. you bit it in order to suppress your screams, moaning into him, the fear of being discovered as equally overwhelming.

his thumb slipped out of your mouth and your eyes locked. that pished you over the edge. you came all over his length, squeezing his dick with your orgasm, moaning louder than you thought possible as tears began to stream down your cheeks. his eyes stayed glued to yours as they rolled into the back of your head. your juices began to pool beneath your ass, filling the counter top. you wanted to move away from your now oversensitive cunt, but stilws kept your hans secured with his, rubbing your juices with your own fingers into your sensitive bundle of merves. “just a second, baby.”

he began to pound harder into you, filling you more and more with every thrust. you cried out from the sheer amount of him, moving your ass on the countertop to find relief from the moisture that pooled beneath you. with every aggressive thrust, he pulled you closer, bringing his dick even deeper into your pussy. the contrast between his movement and you coming down from your first orgasm was too much—your mind became foggy once more as his dick filled you. you moaned his name, building pressure releasing onto his shoulders again as your pussy swallowed his cock. you could feel him twitch inside your swollen, abused pussy, grinding into you more urgently than before. he released the grip from your hand and used them to pull your hips into him, pushing deeper as he reached his climax, dumping his hot, white inside of you. you both collapsed breathlessly into each other, head laying against his chest.

“i fuck good for a poor guy, don't i?”

#tw #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinski #gossip girl #gossip girl x teen wolf #hamptons #all white #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinski angst #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fluff

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houseofthelilypads · 1 year

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Shrek Kung-Fu Princesses Doll Line

For #InternationalWomansDay here's a bit of doll history! DreamWorks made a line of dolls in conjecture with Shrek fhe Third of Fiona & her princess friends. However the designs were different from their cinematic counterparts. They didn't even bother to add Doris >:(

I assume this was done to avoid a lawsuit from the mouse. Still, it's kinda hilarious that Dreamworks made their princess line when the entire point of the shrek series is to poke fun at Disney's ultra-corporatism.

First Fiona. Her doll form is her human form and included a bust of her Ogre form to change heads. She has her green gown which is the iconic item in her wardrobe. Her face does NOT look accurate to her human appearance in the movie!

Next we have Rapunzel. Her doll keeps the long golden hair but in a different style. In the movie she wore a yellow&red dress while the doll's dress is pink. Odd, given the other two princesses wear pink. Yellow would've stood out more. I got her & Cindy mixed up!

Third is Cinderella. Like with Rapz her doll form retains the blond and replaces her blue dress with pink. Funny the Disney version had its version of cindy wear a pink dress briefly.

Fourth is Sleeping Beauty! Her doll has a blue dress while the movie wears green&white. They also have different shades of brown. I guess they didn't want two girls to wear the same color. Also a bit of irony Disney S.B. wore a blue dress, and pink but never green.

Finally we have *sighs* Snow White. Honestly except for Immigrant Song she was my least favorite she came off as a total witch! But that's a rant for another time. Of the dolls she's the most accurate in terms of physical features. However her dress is dark pink, and her hair is long instead of short. Movie Snow wore red&purple. I think they should've went with that or have her wear entirely purple to fill in for Doris.

Speaking of, Doris was very much a main part of the group! It was Rapunzel who betrayed the team (for a guy no less!). My guess: to avoid spoiling the film. Given the films Anti Disney/status quo message including a Doris would've helped. To see someone not consisted attractive by society's standards get a glamorous doll of her own would be a huge step for the time! Alas, they had to play by the rules.

One can only imagine if DW revisit the Princesses & try again. Hope they actually make them accurate with their unique qualities including doris (& Lillian too! More older woman dolls please!). With success of The Last Wish, this may be one dream that might come true!

#mga entertainment #mga dolls #shrek #shrek princesses #sleeping beauty #snow white #rapunzel #cinderella #princess fiona #doris #queen lillian #dolls #dollblr #dolltwt #doll community #dreamworks animation #international women's day 2023 #women's history month

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 9 months

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since i decided i wanted to make Reed a butch lesbian, because not enough butches, i started thinking about Doom, even though this is a Spider-Man AU and Doom probably won't even show up, but, you know, I got carried away by a wave of lesbianism and wanting to draw fancy dresses

(crops below the readmore cause this pic ended up a big sketch dump)

I wanted Doom to be... like....... kind of glamorous but also versatile... it seemed like the right choice since regular doom is himself very vain etc. so i thought she ought to also be vain and gorgeous, and vary the way she dresses between things like tailored three piece suits with long coats, and evening gowns, and of course the armor.

adding the pic again just to refresh—

it was interesting to think about how a female doom might present herself differently, and take influence from various comics and other sources (thinking about the gold mask dr. doom wore in a specific comic for example). The one eye thing just kind of occurred to me while I was drawing and I decided to run with it—one thing was for sure though, i wanted her to be stacked. big tits and big biceps. i figured with her face all fucked up she might still want to draw attention to her impeccable cleavage also so i put some gold glitter on her tits in that velvet gown.

obviously the armor is exactly the same as male doom cause, well, idk if you know this, but large round breastplates fit boobs also.

i think that doom being a lesbian would really make the stuff with valeria's namesake/doom's first love extra crazy though like... god... i'm thinking about it...

anyway a little bit of doomreed, who am i to say no to bitter gay exes—and a college photo of the trio. reed is very tall, and ben and victoria are... well i guess victoria counts as slightly tall and ben counts as average. but next to tall lanky butch reed they both look short. i was trying to channel a very specific kind of "photos of butch lesbians from the 80s and 90s" vibe for Reed with the short broad tie and the high waisted slacks and men's haircut, and i think i got that. ben looks kind of generic but it's like. one of those things. it's jeans and a t-shirt, that shit has looked the same for like 50 years. maybe i should've tucked his shirt into his jeans or something, higher waist... lol

obv posted this pic higher up but i was thinking about clothes and how to differentiate reed from the other menswear-heavy characters (like peter, and octavius) and thinking about some outfits i've seen reed actually wear in comics, and aside from the F4 costume, which i'd imagine reed wears the most often—for regular clothes the kind of slouchy casual, slightly outdated look seemed like it was just the right style... like she probably wears ties sometimes still but mostly only if she's gotta go to something formal, you know?

and as you can see, sue is 5'6"

anyway i knew for sure i wanted Reed to be very masculine, a very specific kind of butch. basically taking reed's handsome DILF/absent-minded professor aura and transposing that onto a lesbian who still calls herself "Mr."

basically she looks exactly the same but with a slight modification to her figure. lmao. she's the kind of butch who gets asked if she's a man or a woman in public a lot. well. not anymore i guess, if the fantastic four are celebrities (though maybe in a weirder more invasive way...)

anyway,

lost in the sauce (butches)

#for this i did choose to genderbend rather than transgenderbend for my purposes i guess #obv flash and andi are both trans girls and doc ock is like......... well you know he's that gray area between a bulldyke and a trans man #and in this case reed and doom are not particularly trans but they are both lesbians #sue is bisexual fyi i think there's been a bit of off and on with ben and her but idk details #since like i said it's a spider-man au XD #but they show up sometimes #came in through the window last night #fantastic four #genderbend #i guess if u wanna block that....#fanadiart #nadiart #rough art #arghdesign #reed richards #victor von doom—wait #victoria von doom

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soupbabe · 1 year

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I HAVE A PLUSE SIZED IDEA!!!

RZ Myers, Vincent Sinclair and Martian Mathis with a plus sized reader wearing something more form fitting, formal, cute, etc just like so excited to see what their partner thinks.

If you’re feeling a little extra you can add in reader showing off top surgery scars <3

Slashers Reacting to Plus Size! Reader Trying on Clothes

Featuring: Martin Mathias, RZ! Michael Myers, and Vincent Sinclair

Anon I adore you and this request thank you so much!!

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @rottent33th

Warning: Mention of top surgery scars in Martin's part, but these headcanons are still gender neutral and okay for anyone to read♡

Martin Mathias

- I think it's no surprise that Martin daydreams about you

- He has visions of you in outfits that are sheer. Doesn't matter if the silhouette was loose or form fitting, your body was always on display for him to gaze at and to yearn for

- So actually seeing you in a similar style left him speechless

- Literally the entire time you're asking him his thoughts on the newest mesh shirt you bought, he's red and the face and his jaw is on the floor

- Undershirt or nothing underneath, it doesn't matter. Martin is transfixed on your body

- He adores how your body is soft and rounded, the mesh looks painted on your body

- If you have any top surgery scars, they're on full display. Martin is holding back everything in his being to trace them through the shirt, murmuring praises about how gorgeous you look in your new shirt

RZ! Michael Myers

- Michael isn't expressive, but when he likes something, you'll know

- So when you came out in a cute pair of shorts, showing your thick thighs in all of their glory, he immediately reacted

- Honestly it's scary to how swift he was to pull you into his lap

- You looked so good in your new clothes and apart of Michael wonders if you were showing off your legs just for him </3

- He's pretty handsy, so as long as your in his lap, his hands are on your thighs

- Not like you could escape anyways

- He doesn't say anything, but he buries his face into your soft neck and kneads your thighs like a cat

Vincent Sinclair

- I think the best thing Vincent has seen you in is formal wear

- Doesn't matter if you're in a suit or a gown. Seeing you in rich, dark colors and in something so perfectly tailored to your body is an experience Vincent wishes he could see everyday

- You look utterly glamorous, like a celebrity who's gracing their presence in Ambrose

- Vincent dedicates the moment to memory, I wouldn't be surprised if he asks you to model the outfit for a painting later on

- He spends hours making sure the brush strokes look just right, that the light illuminates your round face, that he documents your curves accurately

- The artist wants nothing more for his lover to be immortalized, to remind them that their beauty is long lasting

- I'm so here for Vincent being obsessed with his chubby muse <3

#martin 1977 #martin mathias x reader #Martin Mathias #Michael Myers #rz!michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rob zombie halloween #Vincent Sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax x reader #house of wax 2005 #halloween x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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cor-lapis-candy · 1 year

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So we got childes voice line about how pantalone is heretical and Scaramouche tells us he is all about fair trade and equal exchange, but like that's fine but I want this man who does not have a vision and makes sure you never do something or have something happen that could have you be gifted one.

Keeps you by his side and make sure all that you have is from him, your riches? His. Your fine clothes? His. The safety your family had in the capital? His. All he asked for in return was your hand in marriage, to be his in every other way as he loomed and lorded himself over all that was left outside of your body, heart and mind. He would give his all and you would give your all in exchange, equal in all ways that he needed, and it was all that much sweeter if he was the first to romance you, influence your point of view and twist you till you were just as snide about the archons and gods as he was.

Sure he serves the cryo archon and holds high rank in the fatui, but in the end he is visionless and bitter to the end.

Some of his gifts are open blasphemy, a set of earrings shaped after gnosis, the set you wear being the same as the one of your homelands archon, perhaps even a cloak or gown designed in the themes of your homelands archon, so glamorous and magnificent and yet the few that understand are mortified, to hurried to try and speak up about what the designs on your clothes mean.

Pantalone is the kind of man to have those archon themed clothes pulled apart and left barely hanging on even as people come for meetings trying so hard to ignore the sight of you sprawled and clearly post coital bliss, too scared to comment on the state of your dress or the clear smell of sex that lingers in the air.

Small meetings between the doctor and him are often accompanied by the sight of you somewhere in his office, be it in his lap or even just seated by his side on the desk.

#pantalone smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #pantalone x reader #corposting

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mijlen · 1 year

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Finally finished with my latest custom doll!

It's a glam take on Minty from My Little Pony (G3), specifically A Very Minty Christmas.

Lots of details went into this doll, and it took far and away longer than any doll I've made before. I lost track, but the hours spent easily go above 20.

Details about the construction below the cut!

Face and body

I started with a Vandala Doubloons base for the face mold, which I sliced open 😱 to create my first set of inset eyes. I just love Vandala's face mold, it's very unique and cute compared to others in the MH line (My base stock box dolls have all been super well loved, btw, so no I didn't destroy a mint in box Vandala. I would NEVER!!) The body was a headless stock box Abby, but I only decided to do that after trying and failing to do a peg-leg transplant on Vandala. It didn't matter, in the long run, since I was going to be painting the entire body anyway. Lots of coats of mint green artist's acrylic, cut with lots of flow builder medium, and about three coats of Mr. Super Clear between those coats of paint, and I had my base.

I knew the silhouette and hair I wanted for Minty from my earliest concept sketches, and looking at them I realized: this silhouette won't look "right" on a standard MH slimline. So it was time for some Apoxie sculpt! I gave her some bust and butt implants, as well as some hip and tummy augmentation to round things out in a way that would better serve the design. Then, more paint and Mr. Super Clear to make the body cohesive.

Hair

The hair is entirely acrylic yarn. Not only wefts, but I also achieved the voluminous high pony look by needle-felting a ratted base, around which the rest of the wefts were attached. Then, I had to curl them. This was by far one of the most time consuming parts of the process, but I love the outcome. I used the hot chopstick technique. That is, heating up a metal chopstick with a straightening iron, and twisting individual strands of hair around it. It keeps the hair from scorching, and allows for some truly tiny, glamorous curls.

Clothes

The gown is hand-sewn, but definitely not removable lmao. It's hard to get such a tight fit on such a tiny doll without using stretch material, and I was using costume satin, so I just glued the bodice down once I'd done all I could with darts and alterations.

The skirt went through a few iterations, with different colors being layered in for the trumpet skirt including sheer mint green, sheer white chiffon, and different shades of pink satin. And yes, those were all fully sewn as I made the decision. 😭 Eventually I went with three tiers in the basic hot pink as the rest of the dress, figuring I would add the contrasting color pops with beading.

Oof, the beading. It was a lot of hand beading. Bedazzling? idk what to call it. All I know is that many hours were spent over a pile of rhinestones and beads with a wax pencil and some Liquid Fusion glue, listening to extremely long YouTube video essays as I worked. The more I added, the more I WANTED to add, and I decided not to pull punches.

I added some volume to the skirt with stiff tulle and a half-assed cage skirt made of armature wire. You can't see it, anyway - it's the EFFECT that matters. Speaking of things you can't see, she's just wearing some unembellished hot pink G1 Draculaura boots. 😂

Details

The accessories, including the peppermints and the Here Comes Christmas Candy Cane, were all made with Apoxie sculpt, hand painted/detailed, and varnished. Perhaps my favorite little detail are her "acrylics," which I added using a technique I saw Hextian use in a video - you touch a dab of hot glue to the doll's finger, then pull it back slowly, and trim once dry. This creates a really fun effect of fake nails.

So yeah. This doll was a labor of love, and I'm so glad I didn't take any half-measures along the way. I'm very proud of her. Hope you like her!

One more note: YES I realize the irony of not having any SOCKS involved in an MLP Minty design. I really do regret this, and agonized over it a LOT. I considered making a “pajamas version” of this same doll so I could do a socks-themed outfit, before I realized the dress would need to be glued on.

#ooakdoll #ooak #custom doll #art doll #dolls #mlp minty #my little pony g3 #a very minty christmas

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anyoneseenadam · 2 years

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can you let your baby be my girl?

pairing: Fenrys Moonbeam x Rowaelin!reader (Throne of Glass)

summary: You didn’t get to meet your parents best friend until you were old enough to be surrounded by discussions of war and politics. But their plan on making you wait until you were off age may have backfired as you meet the handsome, older white wolf.

warnings: Age gap (reader is of age), smut, dom/sub dynamics, fighting, swearing, size kink, breeding kink (not quite sure how that happened), cute fluffyness at the end

wc: roughly 4K

a/n: damn I’ve had a long writing break, my bad. not sure why this has such a big bredding kink as i don’t really want kids, but also little Fenrys pups makes me happy so, lemme knonw what you think <33333333

request :)

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You had only met Fenrys officially a few weeks after your eighteenth birthday. You had heard stories of the glamorous white wolf all through your childhood and had occasionally snuck glances through half closed doorways with your siblings when you were supposed to be in bed. But he was rarely in your house for long and your overly protective father was determined to keep you all away from any business surround politics or war until you were at least eighteen.

You hadn’t expected it when you first met him, no warning from your parents when he arrived one night, bloodied up and leaning heavily on your doorframe – eyes half closed.

You panicked, standing in your nightgown as you ushered the handsome man in and into a kitchen seat, he watched silently as you rushed around on bare feet gathering warmed water and wash cloths to clean him up with. Thankfully, none of his cuts were major so you simply bandaged them in silence, barely looking up from your job until when you finished tying of the last one and moved to step away he stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm.

“What’s your name pretty?” he asked, voice deep and low as he watched your eyes widen – shyness clouding your features as you mumbled it softly under your breath.

“(Y/n).” he rolled your name around his mouth, eyes trailing up and down you slowly as your cheeks burned at how little you were wearing in front of a complete stranger, your nipples catching his attention for a split second. They had hardened in the cold room, and he fought to push a breath out, forcing his eyes to meet yours again. “Well, thank you (y/n).”

After his words you scurried off to your bedroom an aching between your legs as you hid under your covers. You couldn’t help yourself but grind against your pillow that night, face hidden in shame as you thought of his handsome face and how his eyes had lingered on your thinly veiled body.

The next time you saw him you kept more of your dignity, fully dressed in a pale pink gown as you attended the first ball you were allowed to go to – no longer hiding behind the door and watching as the beautiful adults roamed around the room. Though you might as well off, as you felt incredibly out of place – your elder siblings talking to people with familiarity as you stumbled through small talk and clung to the few people you knew well.

You met Fenrys gaze from across the room and instantly felt a white-hot rush of shame fill you as his gaze once again trailed, suddenly feeling silly in your pink dress. But he excuse himself from his conversation anyway and moved to talk to you, unable to bear the sight of such a pretty girl standing afraid and alone.

“So I’m going to take a chance and guess your favourite colour is pink, given we’ve met twice now and it’s all I’ve seen you in.” you laughed at his comment, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I guess you’ve got me,” you retorted, and he gasped, a hand on his chest.

“She speaks!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands, “I was worried I’d scared you off when our first introduction was you keeping me from bleeding out.”

“Oh,” you waved your hand dismissively, “I didn’t do much you were fine.”

“No way darling, you saved my life. I’ll have to find a way to pay you back some day.” He winked and you felt your toes curl in your shoes as you stared up at him with a shy smile. Unbeknownst to you however, your eldest sister has sidled up next to you and as she saw your shy disposition she leapt at the chance.

“You need to pay her back?” she asked, and you whipped your head to face her – your eyes widening at her mischievous facial expression. “We’ve been trying to find her a suitable trainer because she gets too embarrassed around anyone whose tried.”

Fenrys eyes lit up, “Is that so?”

“And you’re one of the best warriors in the world, or so mum tells us,” She egged him on, and he winked at you again.

“Well we all know that’s true, you okay with this sweetheart?” You squeaked out a yes and he grinned wolfishly, “Perfect, meet at eight tomorrow then?”

“Eight am?” you pouted, and he laughed, a large hand moving to squeeze your chin.

“It’s a good habit to get into,” he said as he walked away, leaving you hot in the face and core as you watched him retreat.

You had been training together for a month and a half and you were slowly losing your mind. He had begun staying more permanently at your family home, and you were suddenly eating breakfast together and walking to buy a loaf of bread or bouquet of flowers with him when he errands to run and wanted company.

In Fenrys mind he couldn’t be any clearer in his advances. He was careful around your parents of course, not sure how his close friends would feel about the attraction he harboured for their young daughter. But when he placed his hand on your lower back and leaned down to whisper a crude joke in your ear – watching as you crumbled beneath his hand, eyes widening as you giggled cutely.

Your shyness had also started to melt away around him as you held conversations and eye contact with him. But along with that your fantasies had also started running rampant, nights spent grinding against your hand or pillow as you muffled your cries thinking of the older man you were so infatuated with.

The morning everything changed was right after regular a night of dreams, your face hot as you pictured him above you – strong arms holding himself up as he ground into your pussy, hot breaths in your ear with every pant. You imagined him calling you His pretty princess, His good girl. And you could feel your need for him becoming more than your need to breathe with every daydream.

Fenrys had decided on hand-to-hand sparring for that morning, wanting you to always be prepared even if you didn’t have any weapons on you at the time. You had been making steady process and during one of your fights you had somehow gained the upper hand, flipping him onto the floor and kneeling with your forearm on his throat – pressing just hard enough to show your victory. His dark eyes watched you from where you were perched on his chest, a knee over his heart as you smiled down at him, sweaty, breathless, and looking like his walking fantasy on legs. Or, on knees he supposed.

He held eye-contact, not speaking as he watched you come out of your shell before him – the knee that perched on his chest sliding off until you sat straddling his chest, releasing your arm from his throat. Neither of you were making any effort to move from the position you found yourselves in – Fenrys nostrils flaring as he smelt your obvious attraction, but when you tried to move and hide away he kept you attached to him with a firm hand on your hip.

“You okay there princess?” he asked, voice low and deep as you let out a muffled whimper. The sound made him grip your hip even tighter until you were sure he might leave bruises.

He raised his eyebrows and you nodded quickly, making him chuckle. “You look so pretty like this, just sat exactly where you should be.”

“Fenrys…” your voice trailed off at his insinuation.

He sat up, holding you closer as his voice dropped an octave, “What? You don’t think I’ve heard you,” his face dropped down to your neck, “Smelt you. Sat all pretty up in your bed, what do you think about huh?”

Your face burned with embarrassment, and you shook your head – not meeting his eyes.

“C’mon sweetheart. I already know it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I could even let you in on a little secret.” You looked at him, every muscle tensing as he moved closer – pushing you directly onto his crotch were you felt a prominent hardness.

“That hardly feels little,” you mumbled, and he laughed, canines bared as you watched him intently. He went to reply but you heard an obvious cough before you could, whipping your head around to see your uncle Aedion standing by the door with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised at your behaviour.

You scrambled out of Fenrys lap and straightened up, looking sheepish as you stumbled around an explanation of your training with Fenrys. He gave you a thin-lipped smile before suggesting your older brother was looking for you, you took the hint and ran off, looking back at Fenrys who was glaring down your uncle just before rushing out the door.

You hid in your room all day, too ashamed to face Fenrys who had seen you at your most vulnerable now. You snuck downstairs to grab food for your room in between mealtimes and feigned sickness when your mum came looking for you – deciding to spend your day soaking in Epsom salts and reading.

But you also knew you could only avoid Fenrys for so long, so when you heard a knocking on your door as you changed into your nightgown – the same one you had been wearing that first morning – you froze. You didn’t reply, instead quietly walking to your bed in order to pretend to be asleep, but before you could pull the covers up to your chin that deep voice that plagued your dreams.

“I can hear you moving in there princess,” he spoke, “Let me in.”

You paused, an internal battle going on in your head, debating whether you could even stand from the nerves filling your body. You felt bad for the man standing behind the door though so you spoke before you could second guess myself, “It’s unlocked.”

Fenrys smiled behind the door, resting his forehead against it for a second before trying the handle and finding the door opening. He closed it behind himself as he entered your room, bathed in candlelight with you – cross legged in the middle of your bed, surrounded by soft blankets and cushions. He thought you looked like a dream.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, in awe of the tall man leaning against your bedroom door.

“Hey sweetie,” he started walking towards you, “We never got to finish talking earlier.”

He perched on the side of your bed and reached a hand towards your face, cupping your jaw. You smiled softly at him and laughed, “Wasn’t much talking anyway.”

“Aha I suppose it wasn’t” he moved his hand, trailing down your neck and pausing on your collarbone, his thumb massaging your shoulder, “I still want to continue however.”

You blinked at him, scooting closer as he smiled at you, grabbing onto your waist to pull you back into his lap, “I need to know you want this with words before we do anything dear, because I’ve been thinking of you since we met, and I don’t want to risk losing you because we move too fast.”

“I want it!” you spoke quickly, heat spreading through your chest and face, “I mean, I like you too.”

He smiled at you, “Okay princess, I’m all yours now. But I have a couple questions first.”

“Okay,” you said as he leaned forward to press a tentative kiss to your neck, testing the waters.

“Are you a virgin sweetie?” he asked, and you shook your head making him look up, a quizzical expression on his face.

“You let someone else pop your cherry huh?” he asked, and you shoved his chest lightly, “Well, it doesn’t matter now anyway since I’m going to be the only one touching you after tonight.”

“Yeah?” you asked, insecurity clouding your features and he pulled your face close to his – resting his forehead against your own.

“I’m in for the long-haul honey, I don’t just want your body you know.” He said and you smiled, wider than you had in a while. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and he moved in, dominating your mouth quickly with his rough kisses as he gripped the back of your head with one hand and your waist with the other. He pulled you as close in as he could as you gripped his shoulders, you may not be a virgin, but you were certainly inexperienced compared to the man who was centuries older than you.

He guided you onto your back on the mattress, your legs spread as the wound themselves around his thighs. His hands started wandering slightly as you kissed, one smoothing over your stomach as he felt the silky material of your nightgown.

“Fuck darling, do you have any idea how crazy this drove me when you cleaned me up that night? Wanted to bend you over the table and take you at once.” You whined, trailing your teeth over his neck before latching onto the juncture between his neck and shoulder. “You probably would’ve let me as well, looking at me with those innocent doe eyes that were just begging for me to fuck you.”

“Wanted it so badly,” you admitted.

“What did you want? No need to be shy around me baby girl,” he moved down your body, resting his face on your stomach and gazing up at you.

“Wanted you to fuck me,” you said, voice quiet and shy.

“Good girl,” he praised, “And what do you want me to do now?”

He trailed a hand under your nightgown, tugging on the band of your underwear slightly until you lifted your hips – allowing him to pull off the lacy pink fabric. He smiled at them in his hand and pocketed them as you giggled, looking away.

“You’re gross,” you whined, and he tutted.

“Don’t avoid the question.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you repeated quietly, and he shook his head, a disappointed look on his face making you worry.

“Before that, maybe while I’m down here?” he egged you on and you felt your pussy clench as you realised what he meant.

“Isn’t that… dirty?” you asked, nervous.

Fenrys frowned and kissed below your belly button as he pulled your nightgown up. “Not at all baby, there’s plenty of dirty things I want to do to you but that’s not one of them.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Fenrys eyes lit up.

“Oh baby I’m sure, I’ve been dreaming about this.” His words the only warning you received before he dived headfirst into your pussy.

He licked a long stripe from your tight hole to your clit, sucking there for a few seconds but not staying too long as he became acquainted with you. His hands started exploring too as your own tangled themselves in the long golden locks he had piled into a rough bun on top of his head. You tugged and pulled at them as he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pushed his tongue inside of you, his nose nudging your clit with every thrust.

You felt your climax build embarrassingly quickly with the talent of the man between your thighs and you tried to tug his hair in warning, legs shaking as you felt pressure build in your lower abdomen.

“Fenrys,” you managed to moan out, “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop that.”

You felt his smirk against your cunt as he pulled away just enough to slide a finger into you, “And why would that make me stop?”

His lips attached viciously to your clit as you cried out, his finger rubbing against the spongey spot that always made you see stars until your pretty legs clamped around his head and you cried out his name, muffling yourself with your hand to avoid waking up your parents. The muffled cries were music to Fenrys ears, but he instantly started planning where he could take you that would allow you to scream as loudly as you wanted.

As you came down he crawled up to meet you, kissing you so you could taste some of the sweetness on his tongue. You fought to keep up between panting breaths but had to pull away – gazing up at him with unbridled love as you stroked your thumbs down the twin scars on his face.

“You taste so sweet princess,” he praised, watching with a smile as you melted under the words. “Later, I’m going to eat you out until you have no feeling in your legs, but right now I need to fuck you.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” you giggled, and he playfully bit down on your neck before sitting up and pulling his clothes off. You followed suit, pulling your nightgown over your head, and sheepishly covering yourself until he – dressed in nothing but his boxers – grabbed your hands and pulled them over your head.

You squeaked as he admired your naked body openly, his free hand trailing down the curve of your waist before he dove into your breasts, biting roughly on your nipple and grinning when you squeaked.

“Fenrys!” you squealed batting him away, but he looked up at you with dark eyes.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this away from me,” he growled low under his breath, “All mine now at least. No one else is ever going to get to see you like this.”

You felt your arousal rear its head once again at his possessiveness as he gripped your waist and pulled you, so you were completely beneath him. His large frame covered your own and you reached a hand – which now appeared dwarfed next to him – to smooth over his chest, marvelling at the bronze skin that covered extensive muscle and tone.

You dared to let a hand venture downwards while he was distracted groping your chest and swearing lowly under his breath. You cupped his impressive bulge and felt your eyes practically bug out as you realised just how large he was, palming him lightly.

You looked up and met his gaze, “Can I?”

“Another night sweet girl,” you pouted, and he kissed it away, whispering against your lips, “right now, I need to fuck you, or I might explode.”

“That’s fine then I guess,” you were still pouting, but he laughed.

“Trust me, I’ll make it far more than fine.” He let you push his underwear down, his hard length bobbing up and hitting his toned stomach as you gulped slightly. It appeared even bigger now you were seeing it instead of just feeling it and Fenrys sensed your worry.

“Just focus on me darling,” he smiled, “I’ll take care of you, we can go slow okay?”

He frowned when you shook your head at him, “Don’t want you to go slow,” you whispered, and he tilted his head.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his control hanging on by a thread as you spread your legs further, inviting him into the slice of heaven between your thighs, your hole glistening and begging to be filled. “I’ll split you in half, you’re only little compared.”

“I want you to,” you reached to guide him to your hole, “I want you to split me in half.”

He grinned at you, reaching down for a kiss before he started pushing in. Your nails scarped down his back as he entered you, breathy moans releasing as you bit down on his neck to avoid getting too loud.

“Want me to split you in half huh?” he asked, “Want me to fill you up to? Mark you up? Stake my claim, make sure everybody knows you’re mine now?”

You whined in reply as he started thrusting, hips bruising your own every time he bottomed out with an obscene wet noise from your arousal.

“Oh, you like that?” he was a smug as a cat, “Want me to make you a mummy? Fill you up and keep you home, all for me to have whenever I like.”

He felt you clench around him and grinned, “Make a wife out of you, get you down the aisle and all.”

You mewled underneath him before grinning, “Maybe buy me a drink first.”

He slapped your ass and grinned at you, “I guess I could do that.”

His thrusts resumed their roughness as he muttered praise under his breath, just how you had imagined in your dreams, feel so good around me sweetness, so tight. My perfect girl likes it when I fuck her rough huh? So fucked out you can’t even speak, just a dumb baby for me to use now.

You felt you second orgasm of the night rise in you and pulled Fenrys in for a rough, dirty kiss, your tongue invading his mouth as you came undone – gripping him impossibly tight. But instead of stopping he simply kept fucking you through your orgasm, pushing you into another until he was satisfied.

His thrusts didn’t cease regardless of the blood you were probably drawing on the back of his shoulder, regardless of your cries of overstimulation into his hungry mouth. He reached one hand to grasp your throat, willing your mouth open with his thumb and spitting into it, watching you with a smile.

“Now that’s my dirty girl, swallow for me.” You obeyed his order, with a breathless smile. He watched, groaning as he approached his own release, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pushed you to your fourth orgasm of the night with his own.

“You going to let me fill you up baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly, “Beg.” He commanded.

“Please, please Fenrys want it so bad. Need to feel you, need to, need it more than oxygen,” your voice was unrecognisable to your own ears. “Need you to make me cum and fill me up, make me all yours.”

That pushed him over the edge as he bottomed out within you with a groan, his thumb going to circle your clit – instantly sending you following over the edge as you muffled your moans in each other’s necks.

You stayed in that position what could’ve been minutes or days until Fenrys pulled out as you whined feeling empty minus his seed trickling out of your abused hole. He disappeared before you for a couple seconds, returning with a clean shirt and warm wash cloth which he used to clean you up. He then pulled on his own underwear and the shirt over your head before pulling you safe and warm into his strong arms.

“Wait, what if mum or dad come in?” you asked, panic rising despite the sheer comfort you felt in his arms.

“Oh they already know,” he said making you whip your head up, “What did you think Aedion just wanted a friendly chat?”

“I just thought he’d tell you to back off,” you muttered, and he reached to stroke your hair back off your face.

“Well he did, so I went straight to your mother, told her I loved you and asked for her blessing,” you laughed, amazed at his planning.

“My mother before my father?” you asked, “not very traditional.”

“Have you met your mum, if I had gone to anyone before her she’d kill me,” you laughed loudly again, burying yourself in his chest.

“I guess you’re right there.” You conceded, sleep slurring your words as you felt Fenrys press a kiss to your head.

“Sleep, we’ll discuss it more in the morning.” He muttered and you smiled, content in his arms.

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