lace and frills

Blue Velvet (Yondu Udonta x Reader)

Requested by anon: It would be really great if you wrote a Yondu x Reader smut where Yondu is super dominant in bed but still loving and caring.

A/N: So, this is pure and simple plotless smut y'all and I don’t regret a single thing. Hope you’ll like it.

Warnings: Smut, Plotless Smut, Dom!Yondu, Sub!Reader, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom/Sub Sexual Content (I think y'all know what it involves ;)), Explicit Language, and a teeny-tiny bit of Fluff.

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Introducing the Jelly Angora Fish!

Jelly Angora Fish is part Turkish Angora and part Jellyfish!  But she is all grace.  She can be a little prissy at times as she IS beautiful and knows it, but never is mean to any of the other Purrmaids and goes out of her way to help them out in need.

Jelly Angora Fish has a loop on her head so she can be hung up to allow her long fluffy tail and frilly stingers to blow in the wind, but also sits comfortably on her dress!

Her bell is a real bell and lightly jingles!

Lots of lace, lots of frills, she may look completely different from Bombangler, but they are actually best friends.

Jelly Angora Fish will be a part of the Deep Sea Purrmaids Kickstarter coming out next week (still tentatively Monday!)

anonymous asked:

How about todomomo getting caught (either by aizawa-sensei or another student) making out? I think this would be hilarious XD

Note: Hope you enjoy! School festival version :) Sorry its been eons since this ask was sent and I only finished it now. Mainly humour + fluff

In which Class A does a maid cafe

“So it’s time for our last annual school festival, everyone,” Iida fixed his glasses as he slid the door behind him to a close. All eyes were on him. Through the window, crisp autumn fog and dewy grass greeted the start of their morning.

“Iida spill it,” Kaminari called out, “What are we assigned this year? For the past two years, we weren’t able to get what we wanted.”

“I don’t want anything to do with this,” Bakugou added, chin on his desk, “I fucking hate school festivals. Last year, we had to do the shitty …what was it again? Julio and Romiette?”

“Romeo and Juliet, Kacchan.”

“Shut up Deku, I knew that, I fucking played Julio.”

Iida tapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden surface of the podium, waiting for the troublemakers to quiet down. When he saw Bakugou snap his mouth shut with boredom emitting from his expression alone, Iida straightened up.

“This year, we got EXACTLY what we wanted. After all, we are third years, so we get first choice.”

Kaminari’s gasp was the start of the domino effect.  Everyone cheered and clapped with happy faces all around. The Class President held his hand up to calm his audience down, clearly having anticipated their uproar.

“Since, we will be doing the ‘maid café’ theme this year, why don’t we start by delegating tasks?”

~~

“Hurry! Kirishima, please set up the rest of the tables on the left side of the class!”

“I got it Iida. Let Hagakure and Ojiro know that they forgot candles on some of the tables.”

With only 15 minutes to spare, their class was almost ready. A makeshift tent, which was really just a bunch of chairs stacked up with a large curtain hanging over, collapsed; yells of profanity broadcasted across the room. Under the chair tetris came Bakugou, pulling his black tight skirt down to hide more of his skin. His bare shoulders were covered with white lace and frills while the rest of him became adorned with flowers from his floral apron.

“Oh my god, he actually wore it,” Kirishima mused, tears falling from laughter. His eyes widened at the idea that just popped in his head and took out his phone to snap pictures along with a few others. The subject of entertainment was wrestling around like a wild beast in a cage.

“STOP LAUGHING. SHUT THE FCK UP,” Bakugou yelled, fingers pointing, “NO PICTURES. WHAT ARE YOU DOING MINETA, IMMA CRUSH YOUR GRAPES SO HARD YOU-“

“You reap what you sow,” Jirou raised her arms, securing her own apron, “who told you to fall asleep when we were discussing the roles. It’s your bad luck that the only position left was the sixth maid.”

The boy was red with anger and embarrassment, “WHY CAN’T I JUST BE A HOST LIKE ALL THE OTHER SHITHEADS.”

Jirou shook her head, the knot behind her neck finally made tight enough, “Because the maid outfit was the only thing that’s left! How many times did Iida tell you, holy crap!”

Bakugou didn’t bother to reply and grunted. In the corner of his eye, Kirishima pushed his phone in front of Kaminari, pointing at the screen. Kaminari covered his mouth, chuckling, and whispered into his friend’s ear, prompting the latter to nod incessantly. Something was brewing amongst those two and Bakugou wasn’t ready to find out.

Jirou looked over to the back corner of the room. Below the dangling banners, portable stove tops and grills now replaced the normal desk formation. Yaoyorozu stood there, fixing Todoroki’s uniform. Todoroki, being one of the hosts along with Kaminari, Kirishima, and Midoriya, donned a silver neck tie over a white dress shirt with black pinstripes. Opposite of him was Yaoyorozu wearing the same outfit as Bakugou (except looking a thousand times more attractive, Todoroki must say) and she had her hair done in a bun.

“Todoroki, I think it looks better now,” Yaoyorozu pressed the wrinkle out of the front of his tie, “If you have trouble with it again, let me know.”

“Thanks,” The fire and ice hero said, “Sorry, I’m not really good with ties. My sister used to always do the Windsor knot. I have no clue as to what it even is.”

It’s these types of small talks with him that made her happy.

“Of course! I’m always here to help!” Yaoyorozu answered, cheeks glowing, “I must allow Tokoyami and Sato to take their positions now.” She did a slight bow out of habit and continued, “Let’s have fun together!”

“Ah, sure,” Todoroki smiled back.

The two stepped away from the cooking station just as Tokoyami and Sato entered. No one knew how good Tokoyami’s yakisoba and Sato’s dorayaki was until they were the first to volunteer for the chef roles. After the first taste test, everyone knew they were fit for the job.

~~

When Kaminari opened the door signalling the start of their business, there were already parents and students from other departments in queue, waiting to be seated. Iida was in his element, shuffling his ‘staff’ along (he insisted that he was the café manager) and made sure operations went smoothly. Midoriya had a crowd of girls surround him whenever he took orders to Uraraka’s obvious dismay, who acted like she didn’t give a rat’s ass but actually did. Bakugou kept screaming at Monoma to leave but achieved the reverse effect instead.

“When will I ever get the chance to see YOU OF ALL PEOPLE in a maid outfit?!”  Monoma had said with an arrogant grin chiselled onto his face. If it weren’t for the law, Bakugou would’ve straight up strangled him alive.

Around 1pm, the smiles began to peel off their faces. Rush hour was still in session and everyone was beyond fatigued.

Tokoyami was running out of soba noodles too, which was the bestselling item.

“Can someone run to the storage,” the birdman was stirfrying while speaking, eyes not leaving the pan, “I’m almost out.”

Bakugou scoffed, “Hell no, I ain’t leaving this mothereffin’ room in this girly shit.”

Tokoyami wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, “Come on man, I need it.”

“I’ll get it.”

It was Todoroki.

He pushed away his many fangirls who had their notebooks and pens extended in hopes to get his autograph, and Yaoyorozu came forward also, noticing Tokoyami’s concern.

“I can help you carry as well, Todoroki.”

“Just stay here,” the boy suggested. Thinking about how more guys would ogle Yaoyorozu in maid attire irked him. She should stay here, away from the halls where the perverts roam. Though he still had Mineta to worry about.

Yaoyorozu blinked a few times, unsure of why he was so adamant on her staying.

“You two should both go. I saw two big boxes of noodles in there and one guy can’t carry them all,” Tokoyami replied, obliviously destroying any forms of hope that Todoroki had.

He wanted to object some more but that would make it too suspicious. Todoroki sighed. Guess there was no other way.

~~

“Yaoyorozu, do you see it?”

The two of them were scrutinizing every word that was printed on the cardboard boxes which lined the shelves. None of them said soba.

“No,” the girl tiptoed a little, “if you don’t mind, how about I climb onto your shoulders and you lift me up? I think that’d be easier.”

Did she forget about how short her skirt was? Being in such a small room made every motion of their bodies graze against each other. He could feel the warmth of her breath tickle his neck.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Todoroki quickly turned his back to her, afraid he might say something stupid. Images of Yaoyorozu in my head, begone!

“Why not?” Yaoyorozu was pouting, “Tokoyami is relying on us! We must find it!”

Her sense of responsibility would be the end of him. And her.

Before he could prepare a counter fit for a lawyer, Yaoyorozu let out a surprised yelp, arms swinging to maintain balance. Todoroki’s fast reflexes caused him to spin around, reaching to catch her flying form. Falling face first, her body weight settled on him. Given the gravity of the situation, it was lucky that Todoroki plunged backwards onto a pile of empty flattened boxes with Yaoyorozu (skirt lifted and her apron in disarray, amongst other things) in his arms.

“Crap,” Todoroki rubbed a growing bump on the back of his head. That hurt more than when Bakugou kicked him in the shin yesterday.

Yaoyorozu supported herself up from his chest, accidentally pulling his tie loose, “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I tripped over a broken tile on the floor and –“

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, “Todoroki grumbled, “Just be careful next time.”

The girl’s gaze lowered, having no care for herself, and noticed that they were literally pressed together, faces barely centimeters apart. She picked up her head, examining his translucent irises. They were the prettiest thing she had ever taken a note of, and he stared back at her. They were so close and in such a compromising position. So damn close.

Her mouth began to open agape, wanting to bring the discomfort to a permanent close. But rather than listen to whatever she had in mind, Todoroki leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Yaoyorozu’s chest heaved once. Her eyes grew wide, thoughts spiralling into a mess that she had no desire to reorganize. The boy held onto her waist tighter, as if he wanted her to know that she was his alone, and after a minute, he pulled back. Both of them hurried to catch their breath, smiles teasing.

“I want…more, Todoroki, “Yaoyorozu gasped, “Please-“

Her sentence fell to an abrupt silence as he flipped her over.

“I guess Tokoyami’s gonna have to wait awhile.”

His tone was sensual and his voice aroused her interest even more than usual. Within seconds, their lips touched again. She wanted to ask him if he was enjoying it himself, but decided the way he let out the deep moan just now answered her question. Annoyed at the tie that fastened around his neck, her nimble fingers untwisted the knot, hauling it off him. He looked relieved at the sudden freedom and found his hand trailing up her skirt.

The tips of his fingers stopped right below the string of her thongs and both of them reciprocated their horror in the middle of tugging breaths.

What is that horrifying sound outside the door?

The door slammed open, hinges about to give in.

“YO GUYS, DID YOU-“ Bakugou cried out, right leg lifted from the kick on the door. He still had his maid outfit on but that wasn’t what he had issue with at that very moment.

“What the actual …fck,” His voice became feeble. The two, still lying on top of each other, stared back at their intruding guest, wondering what to do next.

Bakugou’s fight or flight response surged, retreating away from the obscene sight that he just laid his bare eyes on.

“Wait!” Yaoyorozu cried as Todoroki scrambled to get himself upright, “It is not what you’re thinking!”

“WHERE THE FCK IS THE BLEACH, WHAT THE SHIT JUST HAPPENED, WHAT THE-“

“Calm down! Nothing happened!” Yaoyorozu said again, taking a glimpse at a quiet Todoroki. She extended an arm to catch Bakugou’s shoulder, “Could you listen?”

“BIRD GUY SAID YOU TWO SHITS WERE GETTING THE BOXES AND YOU GUYS FRIGGIN’ GO MISSING FOR TWENTY MINUTES,” Bakugou shoved her hand away as if she had the plague, “AND TURNS OUT YOU TWO WERE STICKING YOUR TONGUES DOWN EACH OTHER’S THROATS?”

Disgust was etched deep on his face and Todoroki finally took a step forward, hands reaching down to grab the tie under him. Bakugou didn’t faze him one bit.

“If you choose to tell the others, I don’t really care,” was all Todoroki uttered, and began to drag Yaoyorozu along the halls; she, however, was flabbergasted at his implication.

Bakugou watched as they left, silenced by Todoroki’s straightforwardness. He thought for a second whether he was trying to provoke him. Bakugou could make anything related to Todoroki a challenge.

The reflections from nearby windows that whirled by the two made Yaoyorozu even more stunned. They were a mess. Unkempt hair and clothes dishevelled. Frankly, everyone else was upstairs enjoying the festival so they had time to gussy up.

She took a glance back at Bakugou’s receding figure and wanted to giggle. He looked like an angry lost lamb in an apron about to explode.

~~

“Job well done, everyone!” Iida shouted as he did a bow in front of the class. The students slumped down on chairs and empty tables with however much energy they had left from the day’s work. Smiles gleaming, a few people gave each other a thumb’s up.

“Tokoyami, we are so sorry,” Yaoyorozu turned to apologize and Todoroki did a nod, “And Bakugou, thank you for grabbing the boxes at the end. We couldn’t find it at all!”

Bakugou didn’t face them, arms crossed. Yaoyorozu was quite good at acting.

“They were underneath the shelf, not on the racks,” Bakugou groaned, and his voice turned more like a whisper, “not that you two were looking for them anyway.”

“What did you say? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Shut it, I didn’t say nothin’.”

Todoroki did a lopsided grin. Bakugou was probably too embarassed to tell anyone about his encounter. Either that or he actually had a heart. 

“Speaking of which, you know that your picture is being circulated as the newest mobile wallpaper right?”

“WHAT?” Bakugou shot up from his seat, “FCKING SHIT. GREAT NOW I GOTTA DEAL WITH THIS TOO? KIRISHIMA WAS IT YOU?!”

Yaoyorozu and Todoroki exchanged knowing glances as Bakugou chased the red riot hero down. 

Their secret should be safe for awhile. 

anonymous asked:

I personally HC Yuuri not knowing how expensive all his outfits is since he used to buy cheap ones from like, street vendor and Phichit & Celestino was like 'Yuuri no you're a celebrity for god's sake please don't' then proceeded to make him advertised a fashion brand they picked with 'simple yet elegant' 'clean, sharp cut with subtle sensual undertone' that Yuuri picking one of Victor shirt thinking it's the most plain and cheap while it's the exact opposite (embroidery, lace, frill) he...[1/2]

[2/2]… missed while hastily surfing through Victor’s closet. Poor Vitya’s like ‘of couse he chose the most classy one he has extravagant fashion taste’ thus further confirm his belief of Yuuri Casanova-ness that leads to angsty moments of ‘he could never be satisfied with just me I’m just one of his various conquer targets’ ‘did he leave his shirt at each partner places he slept with then take their as makeshift trophy then throw it away when he lost interest in them’ etc.


After he finally gives it back (although Viktor tells him to keep it because he has A Thing for Yuuri wearing his clothes) Viktor is like 'I still can’t believe you stole my most expensive shirt’ and Yuuri is like ’???what? It was just a plain white shirt what do you mean it was expensive.’ 'It was made of silk Yuuri how did you not notice that’ 'Well how was I supposed to know?!’ *Viktor looks into the camera like he’s on the office*

Succumb. (Jihoon Smut)

for the anon who requested this! sorry if it’s not to your liking jafhdakfbakjdfbadsf im so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyy but he looks like a fucking kitty here omg. btw i kinda got carried away because i have a thing for fem!dom and like idk why i just do. there are parts where he is completely out of character but then again this is a work of fiction. :) i just fucking hope you guys like it, i don’t know what happened anymore, just oh god. i don’t know if this is enough because i’m not satisfied and idk how chastity shit works hbfkjsbfskjfg so enjoy!!


word count: 7.1k holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.


disclaimer: so this kinda has mommy kink and stuff. sorry not sorry.


also i guess things will get kinky?!?!?!?

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Got bored, here’s a sailor inspired dress, I think it came out really cute!

- Also *** If anyone is selling Mermaid items for bells, please contact me! I can pay well. :)