NRequested by @0-alixx-0 : So d’ya know how Jared is a method actor and didn’t break his Joker character? Could you maybe do a story or one-shot where you’re Jared’s gf and you go to see him on set and he’s Joker and at first you don’t understand but when he leads you to his trailer to ‘show you his toys’ you help him 'develop his character’ *SMUTTTT !* 😁😂
Authors note: I am a child of God.. BUT LOOORD I regret NOTHING
WARNINGS: Smut, lots of it… daddy kink…rough sex, swearing… and well some NSFW GIFs….
i can’t believe the kardashians are just strolling around downtown cleveland right now like i’m laughing so hard at that concept are they lost ??? i’m just trying to get a bagel and there’s kim in a floor length fur coat at 2pm on a tuesday
* Thomas Jefferson × Reader
* 153: I’m feezing!
A/N: I hadn’t written a Jefferson imagine yet! I honestly can’t believe that. I love Jefferson and all his swagger. So here is my first Jefferson imagine.
You were pacing outside the room of the cabinet meeting. You weren’t really nervous, just bored. Your boyfriend, Thomas Jefferson, was the Secretary of State. While you knew Alexander Hamilton was going to annoy him, you didn’t mind. Thomas usually didn’t take his anger out on you.
Suddenly the doors to the meeting room were opened. People were filing out in a rush. However, it wasn’t hard to spot your courter.
The first thing you saw was his floor length, magenta coat and smiled. He started making his way through the crowd and before long you could see him. A large smile broke across your face when you made eye contact. Your eyes meet his dark ones and he smiled as well, his mouth framed by his cleanly trimmed facial hair. His curly and poofy hair was perfectly in place without any fly aways.
He came up to you and wrapped his arms around you. He lifted you up off the ground and spun you around. You started laughing as you went around in circles. He put you down and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Thanks for meeting me here Darling.” He said. “Hamilton was more of a pest than usual today and seeing your beautiful face, Y/N, is the perfect stress release.”
“Thomas I think you might over exaggerate him a bit.” You were sure that Thomas and Hamilton didn’t argue as much as they claimed. Until James Madison walked past.
“That Hamilton is such a bother to the whole cabinet.” He grumbled. Thomas shot you an ‘I told you so’ smirk.
“I stand throughly corrected.” You told him. He smiled and offered you his arm. You linked arms with him and he escorted you to his carriage so he could take you to dinner. You talked comfortably the whole way there. Once there he helped you out of the carriage, held the door for you, and pulled your chair out for you. The perfect gentlemen.
“Can I just say Y/N, you look stunning in that dress.” He told you halfway through dinner. He always realized when you wore a new dress and commented on it. You even bought a dress similar to one you owned to see if he’d notice. Sure enough he did. Your father had a great job so you were well provided for.
After dinner he gave you a ride home and walked you right to your front door. He pulled you close and pressed a kiss you your lips. You kissed back before needing to break for air. “I shall see you soon my darling Y/N.” Thomas said. “Goodnight, Love.”
“Goodnight Thomas.” You walked inside your home. Strangely, your dad was already home. He was usually home at a very late hour. “Father? What are you doing home so early?” You inquired.
“Y/N I was wondering when you’d be home.” He said.
“I was out with Thomas. What’s going on?” Something was off about your dad. He seemed worried.
“Something happened today that you need to know about.” He said cautiously.
“What?” He was hesitant to tell you and it was worrying.
“I’m afraid I lost my job. I was replaced and let go.” He finally admitted.
“What?! They just fired you?” You were struggling to grasp this concept.
“Well they said they replaced me, but yes.” He hung his head. “I’m truly sorry, but I’ll begin looking for a new job tomorrow. We may have to live frugally for a while though.”
You nodded. “That’s alright Father. I understand.” You walked up to him and kissed his cheek. “You always take care of me and Mother.” He smiled at you, grateful for your understanding.
Inside you were panicing. You were accustomed a certain life. However, you wouldn’t let your father see how bothered you were. He felt terrible about losing his job, you refused to make him feel worse. You could do this.
A few weeks later and your father did indeed have a new job. This job was nowhere as good as his other job though. He was providing for the family but you had none of the luxuries of before. You hadn’t gotten any new dresses lately and probably wouldn’t for a long time. Also the weather was getting colder and you had no heavy coat. Your coat from past winters was old and worn as you liked it and wore it until it failed failed to keep you warm. You decided you’d get a new one this year. That might not happen now.
You grabbed a light shawl and wrapped it around your shoulder. You went to meet Thomas after a meeting with Washington. You arrived as he was leaving Washington’s office. He smiled at you. He came over and planted a firm kiss to your lips. “It’s always lovely to see you Y/N.” He told you.
“I’ve missed you.” You said as he wrapped his arms around you.
“And I you.” He responded before pressing a kiss to your head. “Darling, forgive me for asking but isn’t that an awfully old dress?”
Of course he’d notice. “Yes, you see I haven’t worn it in so long that I’d figure I’d wear it again.” You lied. You didn’t want him to worry about you or your family. You were provided for and that was the most important thing.
“Well no matter. You know you look lovely in everything you wear.” He complimented you so smoothly. “Shall we get dinner?”
When you arrives back at home you could see your father through the windows to the foyer. “Your father is home?” Thomas asked you.
“Yes, they changed his hours so he no longer works so late.” You hated lying but you didn’t want him worried when he was already trying to mold a new country. Your problems were miniscule I comparison to that.
“Well that’s lovely. Now you should be able to see him more.” Thomas said. He kissed you quickly. “I’m sorry love but I must hurry home. I have a report to write.”
“Of course Thomas. Goodnight.”
You really wish you still had a carriage. Thomas asked you to meet him outside the cabinet meeting again. However, it was freezing and your thin coat wasn’t enough. You had no carriage to make the trip shorter either.
You arrived at the meeting hall and sat on a bench outside the room where it happened. You cupped your hands and blew your warm breath into them and rubbed them together, trying to get warmth back in your fingers. You were finally warming up when the meeting adjourned. Thomas smiled at you as usual before looking concerned.
“Y/N it’s much too cold out for such a thin coat. And your cheeks and nose are pink, did you not grab a scarf today?” He asked worriedly.
“I just under estimated the chill today is all.” You shrugged. He didn’t look convinced this time. “Thomas it’s fine, I promise.” All you were doing was making yourself feel worse.
“Alright. Shall we?” He asked while gesturing outwards with his arm. “I got us tickets to see a play tonight.”
Thomas had his carriage return to his home as it was a clear night and the stars were bright. He forgot you didn’t have a coat.
“I’m freezing!” You exclaimed on the walk.
“We can’t have that.” He said. He slipped his beloved magenta coat off his shoulders and held it up so he could help you into it.
“Thomas that’s your favorite coat.” You said. “I can’t put that on. I’m worried I’ll ruin it somehow.”
“It is indeed my favorite coat but I’d throw it away if you ever said you didn’t like it. Because I care for you much more. I want you to be warm so please darling, put my coat on.”
You could say no after that so you stepped closer and he helped put it on. You faced him. “Well? How do I look?” You asked and held you arms out.
“It looks much better on you.” He said and kissed you.
You reached your front door and you were a bit sad. You didn’t want to return the coat. It was warm, it smelt like Thomas (ink, paper, french cologne) and you still had no coat for winter.
“Y/N can you be honest with me for a moment?” Thomas asked you.
He sat on a bench on your porch. “What’s going on? And I don’t mean between us, I mean with your family. Don’t take this the wrong way my love, but I’ve not seen a new dress for months. I know how you love showing off your new gowns.
"You have no coat tonight and I know it wasn’t an accident. You’ve had light shawls and jackets for weeks now. Something is off.”
You sighed. Thomas had not only caught your attention with his looks but also his intellect. Of course he’d figure out something was wrong. You sat beside him.
“You’re right. I haven’t been honest. Just know, you had to worry about building a nation. I didn’t want you to worry about me.”
“Y/N, I’m your courter, it’s my job to worry for you.” He said and grabbed your hands. “What have you kept from me?”
“My father lost his job. He has a new job but the pay is no where near what it used to be. That’s why he’s home at different hours, why I haven’t gotten a new gown, why I have no coat.”
“Darling are you provided for?” He asked concerned.
“Yes!” You assured him. “We have enough money to buy food and pay taxes. We just can’t afford certain luxuries anymore.”
“My love, a coat isn’t a luxury. That’s a necessity. Such a need that you are keeping my coat.”
“Thomas it’s your favorite!” You argued.
“Now it can be your favorite. I have other coats, you don’t.” He kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry darling. I think I have a solution.”
“What on earth are you planning Thomas Jefferson?” You asked warrily.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” He bid you goodnight shortly later. When you slept that night you kept a tight hold on a magenta suit coat.
A few weeks later your father sent you to the market with a small portion of his pay. You could only buy what you needed and had to pass many delicious looking fruits. You had Thomas’ coat on, and while people gave you strange looks for wearing a man’s coat, you wouldn’t trade it for the newest coat on the shelves.
When you approached your home you noticed Thomas’ carriage was outside. You weren’t supposed to meet today, what was this? You rushed in only to find him talking with your father in the dinning hall. You approached quietly to try and learn from their conversation.
“I hope you believe me Sir when I say that I in no way think you aren’t providing. I just want the best for Y/N, and I now this why she can have it.” That was Thomas.
“I do believe you young man, and I agree. We have had to make sacrifices and Y/N has done it with a grin but I can tell she isn’t happy about it. This is a good arrangement.” You father said. From the doorway you saw him shake Thomas’ hand. What arrangement?
You walked into the room. “Thomas! What are you doing here?” You asked in fake shock, but the curiosity was real.
“Here to surprise you my dear. I got tickets to another show. Would you like to go?”
“Of course I would.” You said with a smile.
The show was lovely and a sweet story. You arrived home and as always Thomas walked you to your door.
“So Y/N, how are things at home?” He finally asked.
“Fine I suppose. Still living frugally but at least we have what we need.”
“My dear you deserve the moon and more.” He kissed your forehead tenderly. He reached into the pocket of his jacket (plain black) and pulled out a velvet box. You gasped and felt tears gather in your eyes as he dropped to one knee. “Allow me to be the one to provide it to you. Allow me to be the one waiting at the end of the isle for the most beautiful woman in white. Please Y/N, let me be the luckiest man of this new nation and be my wife.”
You had tears flowing down your cheeks at his proposal. “Of course Thomas. I’d love to be your wife, I’d love nothing more.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around you. He lifted to you feet off the ground and spun you. He put you down and kissed you soundly. He broke the kiss and grabbed your left hand before sliding a beautiful ring onto your fourth finger.
“Y/N I never want to long for anything ever again and now you never shall have to.” He kissed you again.
“Thomas you have made me so happy. You said you would be the luckiest man in this nation, but I am the luckiest woman to have met you.”
[Hamilton] knows nothing of loyalty, smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty
*wears an all-purple velvet suit complete with floor-length coat, comes out dancing during "What'd I Miss" with an ensemble of backup dancers and flashing purple lights, spent the last 5 years in Paris drinking wine and hitting on women*
Imagine Peter being your sugar daddy, and using his ability to shower you with expensive things as a means to mark his territory so other wolves know you’re not available.
——— Request for Bixbi ———
Since you’d started dating him, nearly half of the things in your closet were gifts. From that ridiculous, floor-length Mink coat he bought in the middle of June just because you’d taken a bit too long admiring it in the store, to the band tee from that concert he’d taken the two of you to, he’d insisted on buying it all.
You’d protested some of the impractical, bigger-ticket items, at first. This was California, after all. When were you ever going to wear something as hot as a fur? You weren’t a werewolf, but most of the time Peter’s higher body heat was uncomfortable enough in the summers if he held you close for too long in the sun.
When you had voiced your concern in the store, Peter had just smirked at you and said, “Well, getting too hot in it won’t be an issue if it’s all you’re wearing.”
Hey guys!! So we recently did our Age of Ultron Scarlet Witch for Animazement this past May, and because a lot of people asked us how we were able to do the dark ombre on her jacket, we wanted to let the whole world know because sharing is caring! :D
The 36-year-old reality star went out to dinner with husband Kanye West on Saturday night in Brentwood, California, sporting a plunging skin-tight top and high-waist ripped jeans. Kim also rocked a floor-length black coat to combat the windy L.A. weather over the weekend, and accessorized with a long necklace.
A stoic Kanye followed behind Kim, wearing a sweatshirt.
I’ve been reading this blog every day and I feel its finally time to get my own cringe experience off my chest. I have tried to compress about a years worth of shit into this post, but this is mainly about 1 person. So, I started my emo phase nice and early in primary school, by the time I was 12 and started high school I had some other 12 year old emo friends who went to different high schools but we stayed in touch and hung out ~late at the mall ~. There was one particular girl - C - who started dating someone at her high school and invited me to meet him at the mall one evening; we were 12 so I expected some harmless pre-pubescent young boi, but lord oh lord was I wrong.
We get there and I am met with 6 feet and about 40kg of strange lanky cringe. This guy was almost 19, had no eyebrows and wore a floor length trench coat with steampunk (or something) accessories, you know like aviator goggles and shit. This is a small town mall, so he stuck out like a sore thumb. The first thing he says to me is that I look like a ‘little whore’ in my stockings : ) Slightly terrified, but in that young naive ~no judgement~ mindset I decided to just befriend the dude - N - because he was dating my friend and so maybe he was nice after all (?). True enough, we become friends! He loves to hang out with me! One on one without my friend! He tells me I am so mature and intelligent for my age and so it’s okay !!! (I see a sea of red flags now looking back but I thought I really was so cool and ~mature~). He was my entrance in a deep dark world of cringe, complete with heroine addicts, creepy old men, covert furries, neo-nazis, communists, autistic victorian cosplay queens and some former drug dealer who was implicated in a murder at the ripe age of 16 (sprang to mind as he tried to add me on fb the other day…) (Naturally I have more cringe stories pertaining to this colourful group if anyone would want to hear lmao). I just passed through this whole mess and observed it up-close without ever getting actively involved, thank god. But anyways: At some point N reveals to me he likes girls who are small skinny and flat-chested because they look like children. Because of this he was also into a lot of weird anime loli porn and kawaii shit. He asked me why I was still a virgin, and I said because I’m legit a child, and he begins explaining to me that MEN actually PREFER girls who are no older than 13, because after that its too old, and I should HURRY to loose my virginity before it was too late (naturally he offered to help me with my “problem” (which I refused)). Besides children he also liked pee, and men. At some point N broke up with C, and had a dd/lg-esque relationship with a 13 year old girl.. Eventually he gets back together with C, everyone was always a bit iffy about their relationship, but after this one incident where they went to the local park to cut each other with razors and lick the blood, it was just too much. I ended up cutting off all contact with the guy after the shitstorm that was that whole year. It made me grow out of my own cringe phase, like a coming-of-age cringe. It ended up being for the best, because everyone who ended up staying in that group never really got out or grew out of it.
Sorry if that was long, and really gross. This is sadly only the tip of the cringe iceberg that was my life
>MEN actually PREFER girls who are no older than 13
Ciel looks into the mirror as he straightens his bunny ears, adjusting his short, blond wig. He twists his body around to glance at the small floof of a tail perched atop his pink panties. The transparent blush colored night gown brushes the tops of his thighs as he spins around to address his butler.
“Sebastian, is all of this really necessary?”
Sebastian brushes the white collar of the everyday suit he has put on, his dark hair swiped back and parted in a very particular way. He makes his way across the bedroom, his floor length black coat swishing out behind him.
Ciel looks up with wide eyes when a single un-gloved finger lifts his chin.
“Of course, my lord. You said you wished to try something a bit different, did you not?”
Ciel blushes from the surprise of his butler’s fervent actions, swallowing at the sight of him mere inches away.
“Yes, but, Seba-”
Sebastian trails his finger up to hush the persistent lips, “Now now. You have made a commitment to something rather exciting and we will both see through to it until the end.”
Ciel nods, pressing his thighs together from his evident excitement for the evenings upcoming affairs. Sebastian bends down, taking in the sight of his dressed up little master, “I trust you remember the rules, correct,” he reaches up, brushing the beautiful white fur of the bunny ears adorning Ciel’s costume, “Carrot?”
A tinge of excitement twirls in the pit of Ciel’s stomach, the feeling tugging in between his legs from being called his character name. He bites his lip, following clumsily behind his butler as he is pulled to the bed, and soon after, into a delicious scene.
(If you would like to know who they are cosplaying, read the comicCarrot Soup by QWC)
My name is Arkady and I unironically own a black floor length wool coat and a riding crop. I spent 7 years of my adult life as a red head, during which time I dated a string of messy haired brunette boys and each relationship ended for variations of “he’s emotionally clingy” and “I’m aloof and manipulative.” I’d cosplay this character in a heartbeat if it didn’t involve sewing jodhpurs and stepping on the cosplans of a few friends.
“I know in the pimp game, which I
study in my free time, via funemployment, a ho is free to “choose up”
on another pimp, but in order to do so she has to pay the new pimp a
substantial “choosing fee” in order to join his stable, which is
designed to keep a ho from becoming a Choosy Suzy, i.e. a ho who tries
to continually move from one pimp to another. A ho signals to a pimp
that she’s trying to choose up on him by looking him in the eye.
Therefore, hoes are encouraged to only look at the ground, especially in
the presence of another pimp. To do otherwise is known as “reckless
eyeballing” and could result in a pimp having to put his shoe on a ho.
a ho chooses up on a pimp, it’s customary for the pimp to “serve” the
ho’s former pimp. This might take the form of making a grand entrance in
a sketchy night club, like Eve After Dark, wearing a floor-length fur
coat not unlike the one Pimp C wore that time he pulled a gun out on a
woman in a mall, and informing the hoo-er’s erstwhile pimp that “your ho
chose me.” At that point, he might stab you or he might just accept the
fact that he’s lost one of his hoes and “step his game up.” It’s
considered bad form to get upset with another pimp for “knocking” one of
your hoes, but I’d still feel nervous putting a pimp on notice in this
way. These are, after all, pimps. At any rate, this is the origin of the
phrase “you got served,” which is now the title of a series of dance
films for children
Scarlet Witch cosplay test fit! Luckily this was one of the easier and quicker cosplays I’ve put together, even though it was still a ton of work. The jacket I found at the thrift store as a floor length trench coat, had to cut it and ombré with Burgundy spray paint. Everything including the jewelry I made from scratch, minus the dress that was also found at the thrift store and I just altered to make it shorter. Can’t wait to wear this!
TITLE OF STORY: Frostbitten CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: 5/? AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki GENRE: Drama/Erotica FIC SUMMARY: King Loki of Jötunheim is in negotiations with the Allfather to broker an uneasy peace between the two realms. His last request, a request made simply to offend the proud Asgardian, is for the Allfather to offer up one of his citizens to be the Frost Giant’s bride. RATING: M WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: Some allusions to smut and violence. Nothing major. FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Special thanks for ladyaudiophile for being my beta on this one. xoxox
Loki was seated in the private
dining hall, drumming his black nails on the table in irritation. There was no
reason for her to be so late for dinner, he thought, not when she had an attendant
to keep track of her. A server refilled Loki’s glass and he had almost drained
it before Kolga entered the room, her mistress nowhere in sight.
“Where is she?” Loki demanded.
“Your majesty,” Kolga bowed,
keeping her eyes downcast. “There was an incident…”
Ezra Miller: Truthfully, I find the tags on clothing to be symbolic. They’re uncomfortable labels, just like real life labels are uncomfortable and confining us all to a boxed hell. They say, “MADE IN USA” and it’s true, we all are sort of made in the usa. Manufactured by the suffocating school systems to be the same cookie cutter being, living to please our peers and not ourselves.
Me: Ezra please it’s not -
Ezra: “Wash with cold water” we all should just splash cold water in our faces to wake up and see the reality of the world we live in. just. wake up. The best advice comes from the smallest, most insignificant things, isn’t that just so beautiful?
Me: how many times do I have to tell you it’s not that deep?
Ezra: how many times do I have to tell you I HAVE LITERALLY FUCKED EDGAR ALLAN POE!!!!
Ezra: DO NOT TELL ME WHAT ISN’T ART I HAVE SEEN DEATH IN THE FACE IT’S KISSED MY TEMPLES AND COMPLIMENTED MY THRIFTED 1902 MAROON FAUX FUR FLOOR LENGTH COAT!!!!