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diamaker-moon · 3 years

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Moving Forward - Chapter 4

Chapter Four

First day and investigations

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"Haven't you heard?" She asked back in a cold tone.

"Heard what?"

"You're class... drove Marinette to transfer schools. All because of you guys." She said in an icy tone before passing by him then rest left him in the locker room— gaping.

— previous chapter... —

Adrien was stunned.

'Marinette transferred schools?! When did that happen?!'

He stood there for a few minutes before fishing up his phone and texted Marinette, he waited for a reply, but nothing came. He came back to his classroom in a daze.

He didn't bother sharing the information with anyone, thinking that Lila might steal the spotlight again. And besides, he was too busy thinking why Marinette needed to transfer, and why she didn't inform him— her friend.

Nino was worried for his best bro. Adrien barely spoke throughout the day.

Meanwhile, Marinette was given a few hours in the morning to roam and get acquainted inside campus grounds. She was joined by Allegra, who happily toured her and introduce her as well to every student they pass by.

She was enjoying her time in Jeanne.

But behind all the happiness she was feeling at the moment, there's a huge responsibility whispering in her ear. The Cat Miraculous is currently in camouflage mode in her right ring finger as a rose gold ring. She needed to find either a new permanent cat holder or a temporary one. Part of her wants to trust her dormmates. She couldn't trust her temporary heroes anymore, aside from Viperion and Ryuko.

She could imagine Allan using the Turtle miraculous since he is already protective of his friends. She was stuck between Claude and Allegra for the Fox miraculous.

Claude is a theatre kid, he can imagine a lot of things and that can help during battles but he's more of a fighter than hiding in the shadows. Allegra, however, can do the opposite.

But for now, her main priority is to find a cat holder, even if it has to be temporary. It was a good thing that she had bought a mini fridge for Plagg's camembert stash and stored it in her room or else her dormmates might think she's a cheese hoarder!

All the teachers and students in Jeanne were very welcoming. Her classmates were friendly to her, and her teachers are fair educators. When there is a disturbance in the class, they reprimand both students not only one, and Marinette noticed that there's no 'model student' treatment like the one she had in Dupont.

It was lunchtime, she and her dormmates decided to eat in a nearby restaurant. She missed how she just goes home and eats lunch in her home then sometimes returns with a bag of pastries as snacks. She missed her home and her parents' bakery.

Marinette and Allegra were busy chatting about Marinette's current state in Jeanne, while Claude and Allan are busy bickerings on who will win if Batman and Iron Man fought.

Félix just observed them, and from time to time read on his book.

None of them saw a blonde looking at them with a melancholic look. The blonde smiled bitterly before they left the restaurant.

"Are you all done? Lunchtime is almost up." Félix announced.

The other four nodded and paid for their meal, then walked back to school.

Marinette wants to thank her luck and Tikki, for not having any Akuma throughout the rest of the afternoon.

Upon returning to the dorm, she went inside her bathroom and stared at the mirror. She was looking at her reflection, but somehow it felt unfamiliar to her.

The girl in the mirror, has her hair down, wearing a white button-up shirt underneath a black blazer that had red accents and trimming, the school crest sewed on top of the front pocket and a red tie. Paired with it is a plaid red, white and black skirt that reaches up to her mid-thighs, she also wore black knee-high socks and strapped two-inched heels.

She moved her hair on the right side a bit and saw her signature black stud earrings which are actually the camouflaged ladybug's miraculous earrings, then the rose gold cat miraculous on her right hand that moved her hair.

It was a huge change.

She was used to seeing her previous look since Dupont doesn't require school uniforms but Jeanne does.

Marinette sighed then stripped out of her uniform to take a short shower.

Once she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing light pink high-waisted shorts, a white halter-top with her signature flower design, then a sheer black cardigan.

She turned the soundproofing on then locked her bedroom door before she let the kwamis out of the miracle box.

"Did you have fun on your first day, Marinette?" Tikki asked.

Marinette hummed before answering. "Yeah. It was quite strange to see all the students wear the same outfit, but everyone was very welcoming. Quite different in Dupont. And there were no Akuma attacks today!"

Tikki smiled at her holder. The kwami thought that the girl deserves it. She needed a new environment away from the previous one since it was toxic.

Marinette was skimming through the Grimoire, and the kwamis knew not to be close enough since it is prohibited to know about the knowledge inside the book.

Shadowmoth. A unified Butterfly and Peacock miraculous holder.

Hawkmoth was becoming stronger, and Marinette needed to be ten steps ahead of him. She cannot use her previous temporary heroes.

Rena Rouge, Carapace, Pegasus and Roi Singe betrayed her in their civilian lives, unknowingly. She cannot trust them in battle, even if they were efficient heroes.

She was alone at the moment. No temporary allies, and no partner.

But she might have a lead on who Hawk—Shadowmoth is.

She looked at her bulletin board that is hanged on the wall.

If anyone ever saw the board, they might think she is a detective, due to having a map of Paris wide opened, with marks, sticky notes, red strings, etc.

She closed the book before putting on a sleeve cover for the book then plainly placed it on her desk together with a stack of books.

"Marinette?"

She hummed before looking at her left seeing the kwamis stare at her.

"We finally might have a lead on who Hawk—Shadowmoth is. Why does he need to change his name? The hawkmoth is already a stupid name, but he had to change it to Shadowmoth! Ugh!"

The kwamis laughed at their guardian's frustrations.

"Who do you suspect, Master?" Wayzz asked.

"Plagg, do you know where your previous holder got the book and tablet?" She asked the cat kwami who's busy eating a wheel of Camembert on top of her chaise.

Plagg looked to her before swallowing the rest of the whole wheel then answered.

"In his deadbeat of a father's office. That's where we found the book first, inside a safe behind her mother's painting."

Marinette hummed.

She had valid points at the moment to suspect him. And no one can prevent her from suspecting the fashion guru like before when she had Chat Noir as her partner. He was adamant that the guru isn't Hawkmoth, but now she understood. The man was his father. If the fashion guru is Hawkmoth, he'll be losing both his Mother and Father.

Something clicked in her mind. The alternate reality that she prevented: Chat Blanc.

She gasped. Then hurriedly grabbed her notebook that has all her points and suspect list with a list of reasons. She flipped the pages towards Gabriel Agreste's page.

Possible Suspect: Gabriel Agreste

Affliation: Fashion Designer

Relationships:

◈ Emilie Agreste (Wife)

◈ Adrien Agreste (Son)

◈ Nathalie Sancoeur (Assistant)

Reasons why suspected?

- Mme Agreste has been gone for three years, can use the ultimate power to wish her back.

- Secluded from the outside world.

- Assitant is very devoted, can possibly be the ally— Mayura.

- Another possible ally— Lila Rossi. Got akumatized after leaving from the first bathroom confrontation looking all smug, and has been akumatized repeatedly. Also might be involved with the Heroe's day illusion of Dark 'Ladybug'.

- Akumatized when suspected before. Hypothesis: possibly to divert attention?

- Very attentive and tried to reach for earrings and ring before during 'The Collector' after getting de-akumatized...

- Briefly saw an intrigue look on his face when he saw Chloé open a miraculous box in public.

- Has the Grimoire. Now, he also had Master Fu's tablet (stolen possibly during Miracle Queen battle)

-Theory: Chat Blanc said that Hawkmoth was a reason why the alternate timeline was destroyed by Blanc, Marinette is almost akumatized before (in original timeline), is it possible that in that timeline, Hawkmoth tried to akumatize Marinette then accidentally finds out Chat Noir's identity, leading up to a possible confrontation? It is quite hard to choose between a family relative and a relationship...

Marinette observed the page. If she was impulsive, she'd probably march up to the Agreste Mansion, but if her possible suspect is truly a villain, she cannot impulsively attack since he had two miraculouses that can create an Akuma and a Sentimonster.

She was a tactician. She always thinks about how she can use her lucky charm, and mostly in the most complex ways on how to use it.

The only thing she can do for a while is observing the Older Agreste.

"It's decided then," She looked at the kwamis then continued her sentence.

"We're going on a stake-out outside the Agreste Mansion, and possibly the inside as well. But that mansion is heavily guarded with cameras! How am I going to enter it?!"

She annoyingly said the huffed.

"Kwamis can help with the cameras and if there are alarms!" Trixx reasoned.

"Hmm... That can be useful... But how am I going to get an inside look? If there's a hidden safe behind Mme Agreste's painting in M. Agreste's atelier, I need an entrance."

Plagg thought about it before gasping.

"I can look around! I've been in the mansion for a long time, I can search around that room to see any open windows or entrance!"

Marinette actually smiled at that statement, she scratches Plagg behind one of his ears which made the cat kwami purr in happiness.

"Looks like someone earned a prize!"

The kwamis laughed in seeing the stubborn cat kwami happily purring due to the young guardian scratching him. Marinette needed a thorough plan. A plan to look around M. Agreste's atelier without being detected. And if she is lucky maybe retrieve one of the missing miraculous.

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"Nathalie!"

The woman flinched before she composed herself and made her way towards her boss's atelier with a tablet in one hand.

"Yes, M. Agreste?"

The man was seething, and she didn't know why. The last time she saw him like this was when they caught Adrien taking the miraculous book to school.

"Where's the Grimoire and the tablet?"

Nathalie blinked. "It's in your hands Monsier. Or maybe safely hidden in the safe."

Gabriel sighed deeply. "The book and the tablet is missing. I check the cameras, Adrien got it again, but when I asked for it back, he said you had it."

"I'm sorry, M. Agreste, but I didn't even know that it was in Adrien's possessions. I'll look around the mansion, maybe Adrien misplaced it, I'll also ask him to remember where he left it."

Gabriel nodded and dismissed her.

Inside Nathalie's head, it was trouble. They were fortunate to steal the previous Guardian's tablet that has a translated version of the book, to fix the Peacock miraculous. They had also found a translated pages about the power-ups but we haven't figure out what it actually means. They also don't have a backup copy of the translated pages!

"Adrien? Adrien."

Nathalie knocked on the younger Agreste's door. She heard a faint 'wait, Nathalie!'. Soon the door opened and revealed a dishevelled Adrien who was currently drying his hair with a towel.

"Yes, Nathalie?"

"I heard from your Father that you had the book and tablet he's looking for. Do you remember where you left it?" She said and noticed how Adrien paled.

"I was only looking at it, I left it on my desk but the next morning it was gone. I figured that you might've found it on the desk and took it back to Father... That's the only place I left it before going to bed."

She observes the young boy and hummed. She instructed Adrien to try and look around thinking that it might've been misplaced.

'I have a bad feeling about this. It's already bad that it's missing, but if my theory is right that it is in Ladybug's possession, we might be at a disadvantage.'

Chapter 3 — Moving Forward: Masterlist — Chapter 5

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creepytoes88 · 3 years

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WARNING ⚠️- this is absolutely FILTHY like I need to go to church for real. like the last one is rainbows and kittens compared to this one y’all 😰🥴 sorry for any grammar mistakes or miss spelling

PSA- y/n in this smut is a famous TikTok weeb and she doesn’t understand how famous she is yet and Vinnie has a fat Crush on her readers to find out more 😈 and covid doesn’t exist in these obviously

https://youtu.be/NocXEwsJGOQi

Song/dance I’m talking about 👆

Vinnie’s POV

I watch her dance again I’ve watched it 8 or 9 times. Her baby blue thigh high socks and her lace pink skirt. The little bit of thigh poking out between the two driving me crazy the thoughts going right to my downstairs area. I groan and close TikTok I can’t keep thinking these things about y/n it’s not right I then hop out of bed and head downstairs to get some breakfast and coffee. When I get downstairs and step into the kitchen J immediately yells to me from the living room “DID YOU SEE HOW HOT Y/N LOOKS IN HER LAST TIKTOK!” Before I could answer Anthony come out of his room and gets something from the fridge “Avani is coming over and she’s bringing a friend that’s moving in with her, apparently she’s shy so everyone is nice I’m not getting bitched at cause you all couldn’t keep your dicks in your pants and made her uncomfortable” we all nod in agreement I take my muffin and coffee up to my room and watch some tv.

Y/n POV

I take a deep breath as I step off the gate moving to LA was a big move but it’s for the best I skip baggage claim because all of my stuff should be at Avani’s house by now. I pull my phone out of my carry on but before I could call Avani and see if she’s here yet but before I could I hear my name being called I turn around and see some boys around my age coming towards waving at me I wait and we take pictures I say goodbye as we walk away and call Avani’s phone “HEY! DID YOU LAND?!” “Yes I landed, I’ll be out front by the doors come find me.” I laughed as I hung up, It only took 10 minutes for Avani to find me and run at me full speed before nearly taking me and her self to the ground “WOAH!” “So how was your flight?” I laughed “very pleasant” Avani pulled away from me before looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s someone I want you to meet” point, Blank, period that was all she said before grabbing my hand and pulling me to her car. “Not that I don’t appreciate that but I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” Avani stops dead in her tracks before turning around to look at me “Then just fuck him” I stared back at her with a shocked face.

“I- wh- what “she turns back around before pulling me to her car, she unlocks the car and I throw my carry on in the back seat and get in the passenger side. Avani starts the car up then puts her seatbelt on, she turns on her blinker and waits for space so she can get out “well who is it?” I’m a little curious. Avani looks at me and smiles “I know you don’t follow him but maybe you have heard of him” she says with a big smile “his name is Vinnie and he is simply and cutest and sweetest most annoying human being on this earth” she says as she pulls out on to the road heading to her house or so I thought “no I can’t say I have heard of him.” About 30 minutes later she asks if I need to change because we’re gonna stop and pick up her boyfriend and maybe some of his friends then we’re gonna get some food. I thought about it and remembered I brought a mini skirt with me and some thigh high socks along with my doc martens and the sweatshirt I am wearing I think that’ll be fine “no I brought some clothes to change into.”

“Okay cool,” she says we sang to music before pulling in to the expansive looking neighborhood. I guess I should get used to this in a couple of months I’ll be in my own house in an expensive neighborhood just like this one (wink wink 😜) we pull into a house with a bunch of cars in the driveway. I’m kinda nervous for all the people my anxiety starts to kick in a little bit so I take a deep breath “if you want you can change in the car or the bathroom.” I almost agree about changing in the bathroom and for some reason, I change my mind “ it’s ok I’ll just change in the car.” Ok, that’s fine just come in when you are done past the stairs and then you’ll see the living room I’m gonna get Anthony from upstairs.”

She says as she walks away ok this is fine I hurry up and change I slid my socks on before putting my boots on as fast as I possibly could. I put my bag in the trunk in case more people decide to come then just us three I then walk up to the door and take a deep breath I grab the handle and turn it, Of course, it didn’t open. Why would it open, nothing goes right in my life. Great time to make it more awkward for myself, I knock on the door a couple of times and nothing happens so I do it again. Still nothing I take a deep breath before pushing the doorbell great just great I think to myself. I hear someone yell and I stand up straight and got ready to start explaining myself especially if Avani wasn’t the one to open the door. Not a second later a BEAUTIFUL man opens the door, soft brown eyes with hints of green and long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and big red lips. Even his unruly curly hair was beautiful. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him ( you can change this if you are tall we love tall queens here) his eyes meet mine and Immediately his face changes from confusion, shock and then finally he hits the ground.

Vinnie’s POV

After I finished my breakfast I hopped in the shower and made a TikTok (the one where he has a towel wrapped around his waist) I then put on some sweats and walked downstairs I saw Jordan and Kio playing on the x box so I laid on the other couch before falling asleep. However, I woke up to the sound of Kio screaming my name I look up at him “will you go answer the door I’m about to win.” I groaned as I got up to answer the door I looked out of the peephole and saw nothing but the top of a head with pigtails on it “what the fuck” I said to myself chuckling and I opened the door to see a girl and as she looks up at me I immediately realized who it is and then everything went black.

Y/n POV

I look down as he lays on the ground unconscious I gasp before calling Avani’s name all of a sudden three boys come out of nowhere. “I don’t know what happened he opened the door and when he saw me he passed out” the boys looked at me with wide eyes before they started to laugh and make fun of the boy on the ground for being “whipped” and a “simp” I just look at them shocked “YOUR FRIEND IS PASSED OUT ON THE GROUND AND YOU'RE CALLING HIM A SIMP!!?” The boys stop and take their friend to the couch about that time Avani comes running down the stairs “ OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK I HEARD YOU SCREAMING!” “Yea the door was locked and that guy answered it and then just passed out when he saw me.”

Avani let’s out a load laugh “what the fuck is wrong with y’all” I say with a scared look on my face. “THAT'S VINNIE!” Avani yells as she laughs “he has the biggest crush on you and he passed out when he saw you OF COURSE WE’RE GONNA LAUGH!” She says almost crying “that’s Vinnie,” I say with wide eyes he’s fucking beautiful I think to myself. Maybe I will fuck him I laugh at my own joke I turn around as I hear one of the boys say “welcome back simp” I hear him groan. ”You guys I thought I just saw Y/n but I am pretty sure I was just still asleep, tell that girl I’m sorry please I’m gonna go lay down,” he says as he gets up slowly “you should put some ice on that bump.” You say as you walk towards him he looks up at you with wide eyes “don’t pass out again, please.”

I say with my hands out in front of me to push him back if he falls forward “ I-I I’m ok really.” He says as he scratches the back of his head “well show me where the kitchen is and I’ll get you an ice pack.” I saw with a smile “oh good luck we don’t have those here.” Vinnie says with a laugh “I got this don’t worry” I say with a wink. We walk into the kitchen and as he sits at the island I look around for a ziplock and fill it with ice, then wrap a rag around it. I walk towards Vinnie and hand it to him “thank you” he says with a smile while looking into my e/c eyes I stare back at him I don’t know how much time went by with us staring into each other's eyes but Avani walks in and laughs.

“Alright you two do you guys wanna stay here and we’ll bring you back food all the guys wanna come and we only have 5 seats sooo?”

I turn to look back at Vinnie “is that fine with you?” He looks at me and smiles “ I would love that” he says as he looks in my eyes again I take a deep breath staring back at him. I look at his beautiful lips his smile is just everything. “okay well text me what you guys want and we’ll be back in a couple of hours have fun, but not too much fun.” she says laughing I roll my eyes and look back at Vinnie “does your head feel any better?” “Yea actually” he pulls the ice back from his head and throws it in the sink “wanna watch a movie with me,” he asked with a smile “yes absolutely but first do you wanna film a couple of TikTok's together?”

I ask with puppy dog eyes “yes!” Vinnie says with no hesitation my eyes widened in shock at how fast he said yes “ok great. Well where should we film?” Vinnie thinks and asks if I wanted to film in his room or by the pool “hmmm the pool” I bet the sun is about to set “ok come, on silly girl,” Vinnie says as he walks away I run after him to see him go through a door so I follow and I see the big ass pool, I was right the sun is going down “wow,” I say to myself “it’s so beautiful right” Vinnie says with a smile “yea it’s is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you though,” Vinnie says with a slight blush on his cheeks I turn and look at him before walking towards him. I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek I feel Vinnie put his hands on my waist “come on before the sun goes down” Vinnie and I make a couple of dancing tiktoks and we decided to make a thirst trap on his account so we went to his bathroom.

Vinnie started the video in front of the mirror by himself and then he transitioned to where I’m standing in front of him holding the phone. The next transition was me sitting on his sink counter as he takes his finger and snaps my thigh high sock against my thigh he laughs at my shocked face before ending the video he watches the video back with his hand still on my thigh. His thumb drawing small circles on the outside of my thigh I just stare at him I could feel my heart thumping and butterflies in my stomach going straight to my heat I can’t be thinking about him like that we just met an hour ago tops. Vinnie looks down at me his eyes then trail from my eyes to my lips he licks his own lips “V-Vinnie” “ yes beautiful?” He asks “what are you thinking about?” Vinnie looks me in the eyes again and says “About how great you’re going to taste.”

My eyes widen in shock and I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself I can’t do this I shouldn’t be feeling this way I barely know this man “V-Vinnie?” Vinnie looks down at me “what baby?” I move my hands to the back of his neck “kiss me please” Vinnie didn’t waste any time attaching his lips to mine he grabs at my waist and chest. I nibble on his lips teasing him he opens his mouth for me but I denied it and keep biting and teasing him. However Vinnie grew tired of my teasing he picks me up off the counter, he then rubs the little but of ass that’s poking out I gasp as he does, Vinnie takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, I can feel my heat throbbing against his rock-hard abs, my legs pulling Vinnie even closer to me and I start to grind my hips against his toned stomach and I let out little moans between kisses.

Before I realized what was going on he drops me on his bed immediately my legs fall apart and I reach my hands up to grab him but Vinnie is too busy staring at my cheeky white Lace panties with a cute pink bow at the top. I grow self-conscious I remember that I’m probably a little prickly down there and begin to close my legs, maybe this isn’t a good idea right now “don’t close your legs baby I think you are gorgeous.” He says with a sweet smile and lays his hands on my knees resting them there “I-I haven’t shaved in a couple of days and I-“ “I don’t care” Vinnie says with a duh face as a smile creeps on his Lips “as long as you keep you’re skirt and socks on I’m happy.” I give him a weird look and Vinnie looks back at me with an open mouth “ unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ “no I’m just curious as to why” I say with a smile “god I hope I don’t make myself sound like a creepy stalker” Vinnie says as he takes a deep breath “I have been following you for at least a year now and I have always had a crush on you I've had dreams about fucking you in a skirt with your socks on” he says really fast a deep blush on his cheeks.

“You just make it look so hot with your thick thighs and bubble butt-“ I take my sweatshirt off before he could finish ”so no shirt?” Vinnie looks at my boobs with his mouth open just staring “n- no” he clears his throat “ no bra huh” he says with a small smile “that’s a nice surprise” his eyes trailing down my naked chest “you can touch them if you want.” I say with a smile Vinnie immediately pushes my legs open and lays between them he then grabs both of my boobs in his hands and pinches my nipples with his thumbs and pointer fingers. I let out a whimper and grab his strong biceps I can feel his muscles flexing in his arm every time he squeezed or rubbed my boobs and nipples I began to rock my hips against his stomach again “c-can I lick them?” He asks in a small voice I throw my head back and let out a moan “YES PLEASE” Vinnie takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks harshly and pinches the other with his ring-covered hand as he begins to grind his bulge against me.

I gasp as he nibbles and sucks before moving on to the other nipple I run my hands through his hair I know I’m fucking it up but it’s so soft. I feel his lips trailing down my stomach I open my eyes and look down at him and the first thing is seeing is a bunch of big and little red mark all over my boobs and tummy “you left hickeys!!?!” Vinnie looks up and then looks down I see the blush creep on his cheeks and he looks down “well it’s too late now” I say with a breathy laugh “just keep going” Vinnie’s eyes light up before he went back to leaving hickeys on my hips. “Please vin” Vinnie looks up at me “can I” he looks down and then looks back up at me “yes, please do“ I laugh as I run my thumb over his bottom lip. Vinnie kisses the palm of my hand As he then kisses my lips again he rubs and squeezes my thighs for a while before pulling away to unlace my boots once he got both off he spreads my legs wide and looks at my panties that are soaked with my excitement.

I throw my hands over my eyes I know there’s a wet spot I just know it “Jesus baby all this for me” he says as he runs his pointer finger over my wet panties “you even made a mess on my bed baby.” Vinnie says as he kisses the inside of my thigh leaving hickeys I groan in pleasure and embarrassment my cheeks glowing red. Vinnie’s eyes shoot up to look at me and I can feel him smile against my thigh before switching to the other side I moan as I feel my walls clench around nothing. I can feel my wetness gush a little and I throw my head back whining and moaning Vinnie’s name. I feel Vinnie push his nose against my heat, he takes a deep breath through his nose, he groans as he licks his lips pulling away “you smell delicious baby, I bet you taste delicious too.” Vinnie leans his head down taking my underwear in his teeth and pulling them down my legs once they were fully off Vinnie pushes my legs apart and pushes my knees up so they are by my shoulders he can see EVERYTHING.

Vinnie keeps looking down eyes locked on one certain area I could feel him looking at it.“Maybe one day if you get lucky” I say with a smirk ( let me know if you would be interested in part 2 with✨anal✨😊) Vinnie blushes and then realizes what I said before smirking and leaning down between my thighs. Vinnie licks a stripe from my wetness to my clit he groans before shoving his tongue as far into me as possible “mmmm baby you taste like fucking candy.” he slurps and nibbles I gasp and run my hand in his hair “how is that even fucking possible?!” He groans “I could live down here.” he says as he shoves his long tongue into me yet again but this time he grazed a special spot making me release a small shout in shock.

“O-OH VINNIE YESSS DO THAT AGAIN!” I yell as I push his head down and grind my hips on his face at the same time basically using his face to get off. Vinnie pulls my hands off his head after a few minutes and pulls away “n-no keep going-“ “sit on my face please.” Vinnie says as stands up and pulls me towards him by my legs. “Why-“ “because I asked nicely,” he says with a cheeky smile looking down at me, so I sit up and get on my knees Vin lays down on his bed and gets comfortable he then reaches out to me with both hands. I take them and slowly shuffle my way up, when I finally am above his face and I start to lower myself Vinnie grabs my thighs and pushes me so all of my body weight is on his face ”mmmmmm baby! “Vinnie moans inside of me I moan and try to get away from his torturous tongue and vibrations that’s making my legs weak I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore and I fully sit.

Immediately he starts eating me out twice as fast and deep he starts rubbing my clit with his nose while he moans. He’s squeezing and slapping my ass with the other hand “OH OH GOD YES VINNIE JUST LIKE THAT.” I was humping his face at this point I don’t even realize he wasn’t holding me down anymore and it was me I thrust my hips a couple more times before calling out to him.“YES VINNIE MAKE ME CUM DADDY MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!!” I yell with my head thrown back “do you want me to cum on your tongue daddy?!” Ask in a whimper Vinnie groans in response to the vibration shoving me over the edge. I throw my head back so hard I fall off of Vinnie’s mouth onto the bed still moaning and whining, Vinnie jumps up and attacks my pussy with his mouth again.

Before my high is gone making me scream again and thrust against his face once more before I lay with my legs and mouth open gasping for breath. “Are you ok” I didn’t have it in me to talk so I just gave him two thumbs up Vinnie laughs before asking “are you down for another round?” My eyes widen and I look at him before I answer I take a good look at his hair all over the place lips red and plump my juices on his face. My eyes then got distracted but his god-like features my eyes taking extra long to graze over his v-line and his rock hard cock. I take my hand and run my fingers down his hard stomach feeling all the bumps and grooves down to his happy trail and I follow it to his sex Lines. I push Vinnie down on the bed before crawling in between his legs I begin to kiss his neck and leave hickeys as he did on me.

I lick his nipple on the way down and he lets out a surprised gasp grabbing onto one of my pigtails as I trail my lips and tongue down to his hip bones to leave hickeys there and on his sex lines. He trusted his hips up towards my face and let out a hot whine so I pull down his sweats and underwear in one go I immediately start to rub my thumb on his tip. I lick the vain from the bottom to the top and then I took his balls in my mouth as I stroke him Vinnie's head thrown back in pure pleasure “ple-please don’t stop” he says in an airy breath I pull off from his balls making a popping sound. I then take him in my mouth if there is one thing I’m good at its blowjobs the bigger the better and Vinnie is the biggest I've ever seen.

I suck the tip and make my way back down as far as I can go without deep throating him yet I got about halfway down his cock I then started to hum and move my tongue around what I could reach. I then began to deep throat Vinnie and as my throat was expanding to his size I couldn’t help but moan “F-FUCK.” Vinnie yells as he grabs both of my pigtails and shoves my head the rest of the way down making me choke “OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry-“ I moaned before doing it again myself my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head I then pull off and catch my breath. “Mmhm fuck my throat daddy” I say as I start to suck his tip again with big wide innocent eyes Vinnie’s hips snap against my face his hands grabbing my pigtails again fucking my throat.

I could feel his balls slapping against my chin and I grab them in one hand and start to massage them while I rub his thigh with my other hand. I feel his balls start to tighten and his tip twitched so I pull off “lay down I wanna Fuck you.” I say with confidence “I-I ok” Vinnie stutters laying on his back now as I straddle him. I take him and put his tip at my entrance before starting to sink down on him I let out a small moan as Vinnie let out a load moan as he grips the sheets trying to keep him self from pushing you down. ”Fuck Y/n your so fucking tight, I’m gonna explode” “ooooh yea, you gonna cum in me daddy or are you gonna put your baby’s on my thighs instead hmmmm maybe on my ass cheeks?” Vinnie let’s out a loud moan “any-anywhere baby please just let me cum” Vinnie groans “mmm fuck me baby.“

I say I feel him grab my ass cheeks before thrusting up into me at a super-fast pace. Vinnie groans and moans as I scream and moan “ahh are you gonna cum in my little pu-pussy daddy?” “Mmmm yes baby I’m gonna paint your walls with my seed.” Vinnie says as he pounds into me at an even fastest pace if that’s possible. “I’m gonna shoot my load so far up your pussy it’s gonna be coming out of you for days!” He yells as he grabs my neck and licks my face we are both groaning and yelling things at each other. “HIT ME DADDY HIT ME” I yell I’ve never asked someone to hit me before so this is new.

Vinnie without even thinking about it throws me on my back and slaps me across the face. I could feel the stinging sensation and my pussy throbbed so I whimpered “again” he slapped me across my face again. I moan even loader this time I could feel the knot starting to twist “AGAIN DADDY SLAP MY FACE AGAIN AN-AND CALL ME YOUR LITTLE SLUT!” I scream at Vinnie so he slaps my face again harder this time. I could really feel the sting that time I let out a cry but immediately moaned right after “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU SLUT” he pounds into harder. I let out sobs of pleasure tears running down my face.

Vinnie then pulls out completely before flipping me on to my hands and knees, I immediately drop my head to the bed so my ass is in the air. I feel Vinnie push inside of me again this time from the back, he grabs my hips thrusting in to me at a fast pace ”DADDYS GONNA SLAP YOUR ASS TILL ITS PRETTY AND PINK” Vinnie shouts at me as he begins to abuses my ass cheeks with his open palms I push back on him and I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head ”P-P-PLEASE DADDY CUM INSIDE OF ME I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT !” I scream at the top of my lungs I can feel the knot about to pop “F-FUCK YOUR SUCH A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE WHORE PUSSY!” He moans “SUCH A DIRTY SLUT FUCKING A MAN YOU MET TWO HOURS AGO AND ALREADY ASKING ME TO PUT BABIES INSIDE OF YOU!” He shouts as I let out a scream it was like everything stopped my mind went blank all I could think about was how good daddy’s cock felt inside of my slutty little pussy.

I hear Vinnie start to pant “I’m gonna-I’m-I’m CUMMING” he yells as he grabs my boobs and falls into my neck his hot breath on my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist and I start to rub his back “thank you, Vinnie.” He starts laughing “I should be thanking you I don’t think my dick will get hard for another woman ever again.” I laugh and give him a tight hug “you know I don’t actually think you're a whore right “ I look at him and smile “well I would hope not considering you had sex with a complete stranger too” I kiss him on the lips “will you go on a date with me y/n?” I smile at him “yes, absolutely I would love to!” He chuckles and kisses my lips “I never thought I was gonna meet you, or be going in a date with you. let alone have sex with you AND cum inside of you all in the same day, life is full of surprises” he says with a big smile. I smile back at him before kissing him once more and getting comfortable “will you take a nap with me?” “Yea of course my sweet girl.” Vinnie says with a kiss on the head.

#vinnie hacker smut #vinnie #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker images #sway #Sway gaming #avani gregg #jordan huxhold #kio cyr #smut #dirty imagines #skater boy

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vindicatedvirgil · 4 years

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Sides+ Remus snaps them in mini skirts+reaction=?

at first i was really unsure of what to do with this. so i decided to make this just a fun little crack thing, i hope that’s okay.

includes: Prinxiety, Logicality, and Demus. lots of skirts.

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Roman

Roman’s reaction to the skirt was exactly what Remus had expected. When the Duke snapped his twin into a red mini skirt, the Prince instantly twirled around, allowing himself to feel glamorous and wondrous. Remus couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the audacity of his twin, but allowed him to stay in the skirt for the rest of the day. He definitely made sure to mock Virgil for his reaction, though; the anxious side’s eyes were wider than he’d ever seen them and focused on the legs of the Prince.

Patton

Remus almost didn’t do it, afraid of how Patton (and the others) would react to the moral side being snapped into a mini skirt, but he decided to do it anyways. Once Patton was in the khaki miniskirt, though, his whole face lit up, and he snapped again to add some knee-high socks. Remus heard Logan choking behind him, and they all turned to see the logical side beet red and unable to stop looking at the chunky thighs of the father figure. Remus would make sure to get a proper thank-you from both of them, but that’d come later.

Logan

By the time that Remus got to Logan, the logical side saw it coming. The black mini skirt was perfect for tucking in the black polo, and Logan thought for a moment before snapping into black tights. Remus was a bit disappointed but not surprised at the development, but noticed later that Logan had been standing in front of a mirror for a while, admiring himself. Good, Remus thought. He needs to give himself more love.

Virgil

Frankly, Remus was terrified of what the anxious side’s reaction to the skirt would be, but he was already almost done with his trip around the mindspace and he really wanted to see his twin flustered at Virgil in a skirt. It was a dark purple skirt, and he was even kind enough to snap the stormcloud into some black knee-high tights, knowing that maybe he’d be appreciated for it. The sound that came from Roman’s throat was one that Remus really didn’t want to remember, but he liked seeing the blush and smile on Virgil’s face. He considered it a win.

Janus

“I know what you’re doing, Re,” the snake’s voice from behind Remus startled him, and he spun around to see Janus standing there, already in a yellow skirt to match the colors of his coat. Remus pouted a little, sad that he didn’t get to snap the deceitful side into a skirt, but he still stepped up to his boyfriend, his hands resting on the hips of the snake. “You’re not as awful as everyone makes you out to be, and if no one else can see that, I do.” The deceitful side dipped his head down, capturing Remus’ lips in a kiss; Remus, for once, did not try to stick his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. Maybe later, he thought.

Remus

He stood in front of the mirror in his room, having recently cleaned the grime off of it so he could see himself properly. The skirt hung around his hips almost loosely, and he admired himself a bit, his hands running down his bare thighs. A lesson in love, perhaps. It was intriguing to him, using his intrusive abilities to help those around him feel more comfortable in their skin, to have their partners appreciate them a bit more than usual. Remus cracked a smile at himself in the mirror, then snapped his fingers, and all of the skirts melted away.

Maybe next week he’d try dresses.

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Johnny Silverhand (personal) canon relationship

Name: Michelle Dietrich (dee-trick) Stage name: Sara Star Occupation: Popstar, one of Night City’s pop princesses Born: June 6th, 1990 Appearance: Naturally brunette with green eyes, but wears a natural-looking pink wig and blue contacts when doing music videos or performing. Slender and fit from rigorous dance routines. Average height and wears either sneakers or wedge heels, even when performing. When she’s in her Sara Star getup, she’s always done up very cute with a hint of a mature edge: soft lipstick and blush, short-shorts and mini skirts, thigh high socks or boots, midriff tops or low V-cuts in the front or down her back. When just casual, she wears a lot of jeans and t-shirts, tank tops, jean shorts, hoodies, etc. Has always liked fitted clothing and errs on the side of skinny jeans and tight tops.

Background: Michelle Dietrich was born and raised in Oregon until she was fifteen when she auditioned for a spot on a TV show in New York to become a singer. She’s always had natural talent, but by winning a spot on the show, she was paired with top vocal trainers and performers, dance instructors and choreographers, fitness trainers, and the best of the latest fashion trends, helping her transform into a pop idol that would fit in with the best.

After a while, she found that the music scene she was being put into was very cookie cutter, and she wasn’t really standing out so much as just fitting in with the rest of the same sort of synthpop that’s found on the top stations. So she decides to leave her current studio and moves across the country for a couple of years until she lands in Night City, and while it’s not much better by way of musicians, she finds her own niche within the city, signed under an indie label that lets her write her own lyrics and compose her own music. She struggles for a long time until her hit song, Breakin’ It Up, becomes a chart-topping hit and she breaks into something resembling stardom. From there, it’s all uphill, each of her albums charting and raking in eddies upon eddies for both her and her label.

In 2018, she and Johnny - who was solo at this time - performed at the same venue one night and wound up hitting it off. Much to the surprise of nearly everyone, they started dating and stayed together for just over a year, during which he recorded a rock-ballad cover of one of her songs, and she did a synthpop cover of one of his. They were often seen at events together, around town, on tour, and at each other’s concerts. They were happy, had fun, but ultimately decided to amicably break up because they didn’t see it being anything long-term. They’re still friends and definitely still buy each other’s albums.

When she learns of Johnny’s death, she is gutted, and holds a tribute concert in his name along with several other bands and artists, performing covers of his and Samurai’s songs (with permission) and donating the proceeds to charity.

Bonus: She can be found still around in 2077, having used much of her money for life-extending procedures and implants, and she looks to be in her late thirties / early forties. She doesn’t record or perform anymore, having made more money than she knows what to do with by 2030. She does a lot of charity work, but mostly keeps to herself anymore.

#(stop me from adding her as a muse you guys)#(I've invested so much already lmao I'm so dumb)#(but I love her and she's canon to my Johnny so)#(here she is)#Michelle tbt.#〘 I think it's all worth it; I'm a popstar but I can't be perfect 【Ｍｉｃｈｅｌｌｅ　Ｄｉｅｔｒｉｃｈ】 Muse 〙#〘 I think it's all worth it; I'm a popstar but I can't be perfect 【Ｍｉｃｈｅｌｌｅ　Ｄｉｅｔｒｉｃｈ】 v ⋮ Main 〙

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hello, its nora (she/her, gmt) n this is the ethereal but spoiled alma olive putnam (she goes by all 3 names cos she’s pretentious as fuck). raised in a farmhouse in vermont, big horse girl energy. very hungry for everything life has to offer. wakes up and smells the success in her blood. luvs the smell of libraries and listening to french music from a tinny record player in knee socks. here is pinterest. bio is below the cut, like this post to be bombarded with plotting messages but i might forget tho so pls message me x

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『ELLE FANNING ❙ CIS-FEMALE』 ⟿ looks like ALMA OLIVE PUTNAM is here for HER JUNIOR year as a CLASSICS student. SHE is 21 years old & known to be RESILIENT, MAGNETIC, CALLOUS & PROUD. They’re living in PERKINS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ NORA. 24. GMT. SHE/HER.

aesthetics.

a red beret nestled on top of bright platimum locks, neck scarves tied around your throat the way they do it in french new wave films, running barefoot through the woods in feckless hedonism, china dolls with porcelain faces lined against the walls of your room, the mona lisa smile, knee-socks tugged over the hockey grazes on your knees, a forged botticelli drying on your easel, ophelia floating in the middle of a lake.

proceed w caution, tw for death, drugs, alcohol, violence

the short form.

— studying classics cos she thinks it makes her sound smart, but actually hates fuckin latin and just loves learning about feckless hedonism and the festivals of bacchus and writing about how all women in myth are literally forgotten. was expelled from princeton in her first year so her parents basically paid her way into radcliffe but she made an impression.... like... super fast and in her sophomore year she was upgraded to perkins accomodation n a paid scholarship bcos i think the governors kind of expect to see her in the supreme court one day or.

— born in vermont in a big old farmhouse. her great-great-grandfather moved to america as an immigrant and worked on a plantation, made his way up cos he could speak a lot of languages and therefore win more people over. for the last two generations, putnam men have owned the farm and do little of the dirty work. big in the meat industry.

— very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless” — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french.

— studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin.

— isn’t a foward-planner, however. alma prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

— pretentious motherfucker. loves poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very intelligent and beautiful and knows both of those facts. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. petty and vindictive

— obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — tries to be an enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women desirable and interesting and cool. very amy dunne in the way she expertly reinvents herself to suit her audience, when she wants to impress

— act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.

— her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee-high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramophone because “the sound quality is better” kfdsjj.

plots.

here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest:

study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with alma before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

if they’re from new england or vermont, then cousins . second cousins / extended family / family friends – probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who live in perkins n feel like they r constantly competing with one another to keep their place as one of the #elite only know each other from brief interactions in the lift or the canteen

honestly someone who is fully in love with her or crushing on her that she can just break would be sweet :/ or on the other hand someone she unexpectedly gets feelings for and actually wants to guage her own eyeballs out bc of it

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sporting or academic rivalries !

hockey / cheer friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek ! gimme a secret society bonding by their love of ancient learning

i reckon she’s in a lot of societies, definitely the film club, maybe works as a projectionist at the uni cinema if they have one so give me ppl affiliated with that, give me fellow wanky pretentious art-lovers and poets and historians who will go to museums and galleries with her and listen to the velvet underground on vinyl

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with at parties

people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse

A SECRET SOCIETY !!! honestly i would die for a slug club esque thing in which the children of notable families are invited to dinners OR alma’s also an art forger, so maybe like a club of students set up to basically forge paintings and documents from the university special collections

people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst,

people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all

full biography.

alma olive putnam.

intro.

the girl is a knife. razor-sharp, double-edged, the bright shine of a two-faced, lovely thing. silver like the secrets you magpie thief from other heads. you’re a scavenger of knowledge, of tidbits, of gossip to lock away for later use and late-night re-inspection. a mind is like a clock if you get to learn the pieces. bit by bit, you dismantle the inner workings of the brains that tick around you – how easy it is to change it’s path, how words and their meanings can make a person laugh or cry in an instant. to have the power to control that is to be a god. it’s the power trip you crave wielding pom-poms in your hands; a possessive need for control that a younger you, small and weak, never had as a child. small lips, smaller smile, a doll clutched in your too-hungry fingers, hard enough to shatter the bones of a real infant. you cut your hair with your mother’s kitchen scissors before the autumn falls, rendering you out of season, unfit for the cold weather that beats against the nape of your neck, where a stick-and-poke marks the star you were born under ; the bull. “mama, when will i be a queen?” as soon as they find a crown small enough not to slip from your head.

biography.

if you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. hands red, stained by pomegranate seeds, the empty pulp of its shell splattered on your thighs you find yourself wondering – what would it be like to want? in the beginning, you never knew hunger. twins, born under the same star, you first, him second – a nuclear family. never a sister to compete with, you were always the cherry pie of your parents’ hearts. white-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful baby of mine. the townhouse in vermont and the summer house in lyon, you wanted for nought, showered with attention, saddled with gifts - hardly a wonder you came to rely on such affection as a confirmation of your own worth.

at eight years old you first met death, blood on a gingham-print dress, a smear of it over your cheekbone and the pulp of a mangled animal at your feet murdered by the hands of a stable boy. “alma, my precious baby, you get away from that filth,” your mama would cry from the upstairs balcony – cigar in one hand and a bloody mary in the other – though whether the filth she referred to was the dead pig or the boy with a kernel of corn in his mouth, you never did find out.

your family earned their keeps in farming, great-grandfather wolfgang hildegarde a german immigrant, great-grandmother maura lisbon a prairie girl. they fell hopelessly in love between troughs and pig-shit, working for three dollars a day at a farm their descendants would later own, trade deals with the indians, vacations to calcutta, your father todd putnam in the kind of sheepskin coat his father’s father could only dream of owning. he worked hard so that you’d never have to. your mama once asked – you heard it through the window, rounding cartwheels across the picket-fenced lawn – could he not find a respectable career rather than selling shrink-wrapped pork for a dime a dozen? that blood money had no business raising a child. you look far back enough, edie, your father had said in his low, strong voice that could bring a civil war to silence, and i think you’ll find that all money is blood money.

language was never fickle on your tongue, french dinner time talk by the time you were out of your hush puppy shoes, your mama fixing the au pair a smile as she fixed herself another martini. you learned the clarinet at four and how to dance with the grace of a swansong at six, ethereal under a spotlight, an audience captive in the palm of your hand. by eight you knew that you’d always been destined to be loved. loved so hard they would want to taste you, bite into the soft plump of your cheek and eat you alive. that was how magnetic you wanted to feel. but mother hamsters eat their own young when penned in together too long, and soon you became too wild, too restless, another package on your father’s delivery invoice, box-shipped out to english boarding school.

fitting in had never been something you had to concern yourself with. you were always the shiny new toy the other girls wanted to play with, bright like a dropped coin from a magpie’s beak. wherever you went, you seemed to leave a trail of awe, pig-tailed harriet’s adoring you, imitating you, teachers forgiving your class-time chatter for the sake of your wild heart and the restless spirit you possessed. tell us what it’s like in the states, alma. they’d coo, enamoured by your hollywood drawl. does your father own a gun? you hardly knew. barely even knew the colour of his hair, for the scarce amount of times he’d stoop to kiss your cheek, though you’d tell silver-tongued tales if it’d guaranteed you an audience. when you learned how to smile at the right times, and that flattery would get you everywhere, it soon became apparent that charm would pave the yellow brick road to success even when your lack of drive couldn’t.

the road you followed – gum-snapping, roller-blading, friendship bands all up your arm – eventually led you to radcliffe. bright-eyed and gingham skirted, you’d always known you were more. there was a hunger in you to be something extraordinary, a want so adamant to be imagined and desired that it was almost savage. in leather-bound volumes and a circle of stones, you were helen of troy, the girl for whom they’d launch a thousand ships. but there’s so much rage within you, collecting like sawdust in cavernous parts. hockey helped. there was something grounding about the feeling of a stick clasped in your hands. sweat. stiff knuckles. feet pounding the earth. the smash of wood against flesh in the scram of a game, passed off as mere enthusiasm. “slipped, sorry.” hockey is the one thing you had that was yours alone – a feral instinct that motivates you to play; something primitive within you that sparks an energy like no other. on the pitch, you feel alive. you feel like a god.

#screeches from the rooftops like a banshee #radintro

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bitch-banshee · 5 years

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Dangerous Games

Prompt: Rory wants to play, and Theo isn’t ready to lose

Word count: 1865

Characters: Theo x AU!Beta Rory

Warnings: Smut y’all, hot sexy smutty goodness. DOM!Theo..kinda? Orgasm denial. Small exhibitionism. And ya know..sexy times

A/N: this is my first smut......

Today was a day when i woke up sexually frustrated, for no reason. I was laid next to the sexiest man alive, the love of my life.

Theo was wrapped around me like a sin, his soft fingers trailing over the slope of my hip. It felt so good, and he knew it. I squirmed in his arms, the soft touch sending a fire licking through my body, and settling in the middle of my thighs.

"Mmm theo" I whispered to him, my hips rolling on their own accord. His sleepy fingers skimmed over my bare tummy as his lips ran over my shoulder, up to where he'd marked me. His treacherous tongue shooting out to lick the moon shaped scar. My moan was involuntary, everything I did with him was, Theo was everything to me.

"Morning Rory, we have to go to school" he kissed the side of my head and peeled his warm body from mine. Theo and I had an apartment together, my parents had both died and left me a healthy trust fund for when I turned 18.

"Theo Raeken, you better get back here and finish what you started!" I yelled after him before I heard the shower turn on. He peeked his head back in our bed room.

"Mrs.Raeken, whatever are you talking about" his eyes glinted with mischief. I scowled at him, my other half. We'd gotten married after high school. With no one to tell us no but Derek. We didn't really have a reason not to, he'd marked me as his. What was a human marriage really gonna change in comparison?

He showered with the door locked, much to my disappointment. I'd showered last night after work, so i went to our closet and pulled out an outfit. We were in the middle of winter so it was pretty cold out. I pulled off theos boxers i stole and pulled on a pair of red lace panties with a matching bra. I was going to tease him until he combusted today.

I pulled on a low cut black long sleeve and a brown leather mini skirt. To combat the cold i pulled out a fluffy black scarf, I heard the water turn off and started to rush. I pulled on a pair of brown thigh high socks and a pair of over the knee heeled boots.

He was whistling down the hall, the bastard. I pulled my hair away from my neck up into a ponytail, the dark tresses grazing my ass. I was zipping up my boots when he walked in.

"Baby..." His breath caught, he was only in a towel, which dropped unceremoniously to the floor. He stood gloriously naked in front of me, his eyes blazing with lust. "You should get back in bed" the husk in his voice speaking directly to my core.

"We need to go, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Scott will be waiting on campus for us." I ignored the call to obey my husband and went to my bedside table picking up my phone.

"Aurora, now" his voice dropped into that panty melting octave and I shivered.

"Theo, get dressed, we can get breakfast on the way" I purred out as I strode passed him, my lips catching his shoulder.

He growled softly and I matched it. We were both betas, equals.

I felt liberated when I got to the kitchen. He bounded down the stairs, his long sleeve stretching deliciously over his chest, my mouth watered for him. He went for all black today, his hair still wet from his shower.

I sauntered up to him and slid my fingers through his hair, his eyes fluttered closed, "Rory, what game are you playing" he whispered, his warm minty breath floated over my face.

"One you're going to lose" I nipped his ear and he groaned. "Let's go" I cheerfully called swiping the keys from the hook.

He trudged behind me, opening the passenger door for me, his hand stilling me, gripping my hip."careful kitten, you're in some dangerous water" his voice hadn't come out of that deep depth that always sent me to the stars.

"Yes sir" I moaned out in return, his grip tightened at the name.

When we got to campus theo wrapped his arms around me and i reciprocated. My touch delicate as I curled my fingers into the flesh of his back. His breath caught as my cold fingers. "Stop it Rory" but he didn't want me to, I could see it in his eyes. A dangerous game yes, but he loved playing.

"Morning guys" Scott called to us and Stiles and Lydia.

Lydia was wrapped around Stiles like she was afraid he'd disappear, i understood, so did stiles his lips pressed against her head in reassurance. They were nothing like theo and i.

His arm was wrapped around me too tightly because i was teasing him. My small hand had slinked its way into his front pocket, light fingers caressing the tip of my favorite part of his anatomy. His face was twisted into a mix of a scowl and a groan.

"You ok theo?" Malia called, she was always the most observant. He said nothing just nodding to her.

"We should go or we will be late" the laugh in my voice was prominent. I was winning, and I'd pay for it later, but I didn't care I wanted the punishment.

Throughout the entire day I'd been discreetly nipping at theo, caressing him, bending over in front of him, and whispering nasty things into his ear.

More than once he'd growled to silence me but it only spurred me on, I was dripping wet for him, my mind swirling through all the things i knew he'd do to me if i went far enough.

It had warmed outside just enough and I took off my scarf. We'd all been sitting outside eating together. Scott and stiles both sniffed the air and theo stiffly growled at the both of them.

"Rory you smell like sex" Malia bluntly said aloud and i laughed.

"Yeah well, you offering to help, my husband is refusing to teach me a lesson" the words left my lips and Theo swiftly stood and threw me over his shoulder.

"Bye Rory!" Malia and Lydia called laughing.

He carried me out of the open square and set me down behind a pillar. My eyes were gold, alight with lust. His hand closed around my neck.

"That's enough!" He whisper yelled to me.

"Mm, you sure?" I smiled at him. I pushed my hips into his.

"aurora, knock it off" he wasn't playing anymore, but I was, and I couldn't wait for my prize. I rolled my hips against his tent.

"Take me sir, here" that was all it took for him to slip into his role.

"Little exibitionist, you want to be seen hmm? You want me to take you out in the open, such a little slut." He licked across my ear. "I'm taking you home, but before" his hand jerked into my skirt, passed my panties and into my sopping core. I bit down on my lip harshly. "So ready for me hmm?" I mewled when his expert digits sank into my heat.

He wasted no time, pumping inside me, his fingers unforgiving. The all too familiar quicken came and he stopped. Denial. "You want this, you wait" he pulled his hand from where I needed him most, his other hand still securely on my throat. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and I rubbed my thighs together. "No, you wait, okay kitten" he tongue slid over my mark and I whimpered. "You'll wait right here while I go get our stuff" I nodded immediately.

When we got home, we were both tongues and thumbs. Pulling off clothing and leaving a trail from the door to the bed. He tossed me effortlessly to the middle. "Open" my legs spread easily for him. He groaned, "so beautiful" his praise was soft on my ears. He dipped his tongue in slowly, feeling and swirling around. My moan was loud and disgusting. "Be quiet, this is what you wanted" he slapped my spread and sensitive pussy. My body hopped and his arm curled around my leg. Soft lips latched onto my clit, he sucked and lapped over the bunch of nerves.

My heart was beating quickly as i neared the edge, my scream on the tip of my tongue but he pulled away. The hollow feeling replaced my euphoria. "Theo!" I yelled. He shoved his fingers deep inside and i yelped out of pleasure.

"You wanted this kitten, don't act like you didn't" he spoke to my opening and pulled my clit between his teeth, his fingers curling up inside me.

"Please theo, please" i whined, tugging at my nipples, desperate for something to put me over the edge. His fingers were only moving the slightest bit, my clit trapped softly between his teeth. I grunted and twisted my hips to get him to move. I was on the verge of tears, the pit in my stomach demanding to be let loose.

"Okay kitten, okay" he rubbed that spot, so quick and so hard I was cumming in seconds. Screaming as my orgasm tore apart my body. He wasted no time pulling his fingers out and sinking his length directly into me.

His pace was quick, punishing, bruising. I loved it. "Yes theo, God, please, fuck me, harder" i rushed the words passed my lips, my body shaking from my release but i needed more, i needed him.

He snapped his hips to mine, the loud slap of skin and moans the only sounds in the room. "You want to cum again kitten, you're so greedy, cum again" he demanded of me, and my body complied. Shattering yet again around him, pulling and sucking on his cock bringing him closer to his undoing. He didn't stop, he hit that special place inside me over and over, prolonging my orgasm until i was crying.

Hot tears streaming down my face, I loved him, I loved this. "Please theo, cum inside me, please, i need it, i need you" I whispered to him, gripping at his shoulders, pulling him to me, catching his lips with mine. I wrapped my heavy legs around his back urging him on.

"You've been playing with me all day kitten, do you even deserve it" he nipped and tugged on the skin of my neck.

"Theo! Please" my voice breaking, my mind unable to say anything but please and his name. He pushed himself off of me, his hand finding my throat and squeezing, i was cumming again and taking him with me. The pace he set was slowing, shortening, and i felt him coat me with his cum. He kissed me so hard, riding his wave.

"I love you Rory" he palmed my cheek his blue eyes filled with love. He pulled gently out of me, and I winced, sore already.

"Sorry baby, you ok" he asked with his voice full of concern. Theo was big in aftercare, always my sweet man. He pulled me gently into his arms, I hummed, already falling out of consciousness. He kissed up my arm and pulled the blanket up over us.

Game over.

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Taking requests ALWAYS, you want it, I’ll write it 😉

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uniqueimagines · 5 years

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The First Official Move pt.1

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No

Description: After having a crush on one of your best male friends, Sweet Pea for the longest time the relentless flirting between the two of you finally comes to a breaking point. As the flirting becomes more intense the first move is finally made at one of Cheryl’s famous parties.

Warnings: Swearing, minor sexual references and stuff

Word count: 3,417

Series Part Links: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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You and Sweet Pea have had a thing for each other for a while but neither of you will admit it to yourselves let alone to each other. All your closest friends know and they all are constantly teasing you and complaining about the amount of flirting you two do while never making a move on one another. Tonight was no different.

Arriving at the Wyrm you walk arm in arm with Toni. It was a packed Friday night and you were dressed to impress as always. You were wearing a deep v cropped tank with no bra under your leather serpent jacket and a high waisted fitted faux leather mini skirt with fishnets and your classic black army boots. You put your hair up in a ponytail and curled it letting some lose curled strands frame your face. As you walk in you scan the room for Sweet Pea as always finding him by the pool tables. You and Toni grab drinks for you and the boys before heading over.

Handing Pea a beer you set your drink on the bar table nearest the pool table where Toni is sitting before stealing the pool cue from Fangs hands. “My turn. Pea, baby why don’t you rack up a new game.” You wink at him before chalking the end of your pole. Sweet Pea laughs at Fangs’ annoyed face as he re racks the game for you rolling the cue ball your direction. “As always ladies break.” He returns your wink taking his leather jacket off and tossing it to Fangs waiting for you to break. You lean over the table sure to give him a nice look at your cleavage as you break.

The game continues and Pea wins as always. When he sinks the final shot you decide it’s time to dance. Walking to the table Toni has been watching from you down the rest of your drink and take her hand in yours pulling her to the dance floor as Sweet Pea’s eyes never leave you. Grinding against each other you and Toni swing your hips to the music. After a few minutes Toni leans in whispering, “He’s coming over. Please just make a move already.” With that she walks away just as Sweet Pea steps behind you pulling your hips close so your ass is pressed against his crotch swaying to the music.

Turning around you slide your hands up Pea’s sides and lace your fingers around his neck. You stand on your toes lips brushing against the rim of his ear, your hot breath hitting his skin as you whisper, “Are you going to Cheryl’s party tomorrow?” You feel his jaw tense against your cheek and his grip tightens on your hips. “Are you asking me to go with you?” He smirks as he feels your cheeks get hot as you blush. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He leans down placing a single open mouth kiss just behind your ear before letting your hips go and walking toward the back door of the bar. You feel flutters in the pit of your stomach while walking back to the pool tables where Toni and Fangs are playing.

“You aren’t ruining my game again!” Fangs says blocking you from the pool table but all you can do is sit in the chair and cross your legs trying to ignore the wetness that had grown in your panties during your encounter with Sweet Pea. Fangs gives Toni a curious look as you bite your lip spaced out staring into the distance. “Y/N… Y/N?... Y/N/N?” Toni calls finally catching your attention once she uses your nickname. She’s giving you a very concerned look as she asks, “You okay darling?” You nod and quietly say, “Yeah just.. after this game can you give me a ride home please.” You give her a reassuring smile to let her know that you truly are okay and nothing is wrong.

Toni had drove her car since the two of you had worn skirts that are fairly hard to ride your bikes with. The ride is nearly silent with just some quiet music to fill the void. It’s a short drive and before you know it she has pulled up in front of her trailer. “Do you want me to walk you to your trailer or will you be okay? Did something happen with Pea?” Toni looks at you still a bit concerned. “Yeah but will you come over tomorrow around 5 to help me get ready for the party?” You smile now relaxed and just tired at this point. It’s nearly one in the morning and Toni can see how tired you are. “Yeah I’ll be there. Did you still wanna come to lunch with all of us?” She asks giving you a small smile. “Yeah I’ll meet y’all at pops at noon. Sleep well.” And with a small nod from her you get out walking to your trailer.

Your dad was a serpent as well and was rarely home so it was no surprise the trailer was empty when you walked inside. You strip and take a quick shower before throwing on a pair of panties and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in. Once in bed you fall asleep quite fast. Having not gotten into bed till just past 1:30 am you don’t wake up until you hear a knock on your door at 11am. You groan getting up and yelling “Who is it?!” Toni yells back just as aggressively that it is her. You get up pulling on a pair of shorts and unlocking the door for her before collapsing onto the couch.

“I’m sure Sweet Pea will be very impressed with that outfit you have there,” she smirks closing the door behind her admiring your bed head and pajamas. “Hey your lucky I didn’t open the door in my underwear. Or opened it at all.” Toni can tell by your sour attitude you have a headache and immediately grabs a water bottle and a bottle of Advil from your kitchen throwing it at you. “Jeans, t-shirt, boots and leather?” She asks knowing it’s your go to cute but easy and bike rideable outfit. “Please…” You say between drinks of water curling up on the couch and covering your head with a pillow. She grabs your favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans black v-neck band t-shirt and a matching black lace bra and panties along with a pair of socks.

“Clothes are all in the bathroom. Only 45 minutes till we are supposed to meet the boys please get dressed and do your hair and makeup.” She smiles plopping on the couch as you get up to get ready. You get dressed and do your normal minimalistic makeup along with your normal curled ponytail. It only takes you about 25 minutes and as you begin to walk out she hands you your boots. With you finally ready the both of you move outside hopping on your bikes and riding to Pop’s to meet the boys.

When pulling up you see Pea and Fangs’ bikes out front as they have beat you there. Stepping off your bikes you walk in behind Toni who of course takes the seat beside Fangs forcing you to sit beside Sweet Pea. You slide into the booth and Pea puts his arm across the booth behind you resting his hand on your far shoulder. You gently pull away to take off your jacket in hopes he won’t put his hand back on your shoulder your stomach already full of butterflies. Pea removes his arm only to grab the fries the waiter is now delivering. “Wasn’t sure what y’all wanted but I knew fries would nice to share.” He smirks and holds a fry in front of your lips not sensing your nerves. Toni shoots you her classic go for it look making you shake your nerves and you open your mouth taking the fry being sure to let your lips lightly graze Pea’s finger.

You notice Sweet Pea’s jaw clench a bit causing you to smirk. “Hey Pop can we get a round of chocolate shakes over here please,” you call and he nods happily. When they arrive you pluck the cherry off the top of your shake slowly wrapping your lips around it pulling it off the stem paying no mind to Sweet Pea who’s staring. As you eat the cherry Toni asks, “Hey, Y/N/N can’t you tie the stem in a knot just using your tongue?” Smirking at you and causing Fangs to raise his eyebrows curiously. “Sure can. Just watch.” You pop the stem into your mouth licking your lips quickly before swirling your tongue around tying the knot in less than a minute before pulling it from your lips and showing it off.

The four of you make small talk while eating fries and drinking your shakes. Sweet Pea’s hand migrated to your knee. His hand slowly slides to your mid thigh and gives it a light squeeze when you scoop some whipped cream up with your finger and lick it off slowly teasing him just a bit more. Every once in a while he squeezes your thigh or intentionally brushes his fingers on the skin between the rips of your jeans when you eat a fry too seductively or sip your shake in a way that teases him. Every time he does this it makes you a bit more wet and at this point his hand is a bit high and you need to escape quickly texting Toni asking for help bailing out. After looking at her phone she says, “Thanks for the food guys. I gotta steal Y/N. Gotta pick our outfits out for tonight.” She winks at Pea as he releases your thigh all of you saying goodbye before you and Toni exit the diner.

“Don’t wanna talk about it!” You say with a heavy sigh the second you two have stepped outside and Toni just rolls her eyes and says, “Fine we won’t talk about it but if you can’t deny you like him anymore.” The look on your face before putting on your helmet is answer enough for her and you both ride to your trailer. Still having a while before needing to actually get ready the two of you lay lazily on your bed watching tv and playing on your phones.

Around 5:30 Toni finally speaks up, “Hey babe I have a surprise for you.” You look up confused and Toni pulls a fancy white box that is tied closed with a black ribbon. The box is no bigger than a large shoe box and you have no idea what could possibly be inside. “What have you done?” You ask worried. “Just open the damn box.” She says throwing a pillow at you smirking. “Fineeeeee.” You groan quickly untying the ribbon and opening the box. “You didn’t.” You say but can’t help a small smile from forming as you pull out a black long sleeve bodycon dress. The dress has a very deep v-cut as well as a triangle cut out just below your ribs and on each of your sides. “Hey you wanted help getting ready… I figured maybe this dress may work for tonight.” You lean over giving your friend a tight hug before standing to try it on.

“Well. It fits but there’s a small issue.” You state walking in wearing the dress. It was extremely form fitted and it hugged your curves just right showing off your breasts ass and only coming down to your mid thigh. Toni’s jaw drops and it takes her a moment to be able to form any words but once she does all she can say is “I see no problems here.” “First off please unzip me so I can do make makeup without ruining it,” You state walking over and turning your back so that she can lower the zipper on the back for you. She does as asked as you continue, “ secondly the issue is I can’t wear any underwear or bra with this dress…” you say quietly voice trailing off half hoping she can’t hear you. As she unzips the dress she can see you aren’t currently wearing a bra as it unzips to your lower back. “Girl that isn’t an issue. That’s convince for the fun the night will bring,” Toni can’t help but laugh finding your nervousness amusing.

As the clock on your bedside table click to show 7:30 pm you walk into the room where your best girlfriend sat already ready herself. Hearing your combat style heels click across the floor of the hall you stand in the doorway. Toni convinced you not only to wear the dress but also heals and to leave your hair down in loose curls. You decided to keep your minimalistic eyeliner and mascara but adding a vibrant red lip to add a pop of color to your look. “I think you will be the hottest girl at the party.” Toni says genuinely and smiles making you relax a little. You lay on your bed Toni waiting with you until you two hear Sweet Pea’s truck pull up outside. “Knock him dead girl!” She winks, “I’ll lock the door on my way out and if anything happens I better be the first to hear about it!” She calls as you exit the room ignoring her trying to calm yourself down. You grab a small emergency bag you packed along with your leather jacket throwing them both over your shoulder as you walk out.

Sweet Pea turns to you as he hears the trailer door close and his jaw drops. He is wearing a fitted black t-shirt under his black and grey flannel and jeans. His hair was freshly slicked back and you bit your lip looking over him nervous that he is so silent. “Do I have some shit on my face or what?” You ask sarcastically trying to fight off the nerves and butterflies in your stomach. He shakes his head and laughs, “No you just look… you look fucking great.” He is genuinely almost at a loss for words which makes you smile. “Let’s go these heels aren’t very comfortable let alone walking on gravel.” You groan walking to the passenger side of his truck and he opens the door for you holding out his hand to help you in.

As you two pull up to the Blossom Mansion you both exit the car and you connect your arm with Pea’s as the two of you walk inside. Both of you have left your leather in the truck along with your backpack and it’s for the better. As you walk inside the house is already packed with the youth of Riverdale and you can feel the warmth of the collective bodies. Sweet Pea leads the way switching to hold your hand as he leads you to the kitchen you following close behind. When you get to the kitchen it is a bit less packed allowing you to release his hand. Fangs notices Sweet Pea and immediately greets him and hands him a beer. As he to grab himself a beer you step out from behind Sweet Pea, his large figure had easily hidden your petite self behind him.

“Hey, Fangs can I get one?” You have a small smile on your face which only grows when Fangs turns his attention to you and nearly drops his drink. “Hey Pea I thought you were bringing Y/N/N not some smoking hot babe!” He jokes and laughs. Sweet Pea cocks an eyebrow but before he has a chance to reply you punch Fangs hard in the arm. “Fuck off you ass hole!” You shout at him. Sweet Pea leans forward grabbing your hand and pulling you to him putting his arm over your shoulder as he laughs at Fangs who rubs his shoulder and pouts. “If that response isn’t not proof that it’s Y/N then I don’t know what is.” Pea laughs happily seeing your relaxed and acting like your normal snarky self.

After chatting with Fangs and some others for a bit and downing a couple beers Pea hasn’t let you out of his grip. You stand on your toes as even heels aren’t enough to be eye level with the tall boy. Leaning into him you whisper in his ear, “Please come dance with me.” Nodding and moving his hand from your shoulder to hold your own he lets you lead him to the dance floor not bothering to say goodbye to Fangs as he was chatting with some other serpents.

As you make it to the large room that has been converted into a dance floor you simply pull Sweet Pea closer placing his hand on your hip and keeping your back to him. He presses himself against you. He’s much less aggressive than he was the previous night at the bar. He gently rest his hands on your hips holding you with your back pressed to his chest gently swaying your hips in sync with him and the music.

Only allowing you to dance for a few minutes the two of you are then dragged by Cheryl’s death grip on your wrists to a room with two large couches half full and a bottle placed on the floor between them. It was clear that she was setting up for the room to play 7 minutes in heaven. Before being given a choice to play or not she shoves the two of you onto the couch and you practically fall into Sweet Pea’s lap. He puts his hand on your lower back as you cross your ankles and press your knees together. He can tell your a bit uncomfortable already and gently rubs circles over your lower back. This helps you relax a little bit along with Toni giving you a reassuring look from the opposite couch.

The torture luckily starts on the other couch giving you a bit of time to relax before it’s your turn to spin. When it finally reaches your turn you give the bottle a quick spin and as it begins to slow down Pea catches it with the tip of his boot before it can land on Fangs who’s sitting on the other side of him. If it weren’t for the fact Cheryl was happy with you having to go into the closet with Sweet Pea she likely would have protested but instead just pushes you both inside and locks the door staring a timer. The closet is fairly dark but enough light comes under the door from the other room that you can see there is about a foot of room on any side of you as well as six inches between you and Pea.

You can see Sweet Pea’s silhouette is looking down upon you and he pulls you by your hips to stand closer. Your hips pressed to his body you look up at the shadow of the boy and you can’t help but get butterflies again. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. Instead of replying Pea leans down pressing his lips firmly to yours. You react quickly moving your hands to grip the collar of his flannel and pull him in closer and deepen the kiss. You part your lips and Sweet Pea takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You explore his mouth a bit to as one hand slides to the nape of his neck not bothering to fight for dominance over the kiss.

You pull away after a moment breathing heavily and tilt your head back as Pea kisses down your jaw and to your neck using one hand to gently brush your hair out of the way and hold the back of your neck. His other hand slides to your lower back just above your ass. You breathe heavily in his ear and Sweet Pea whispers, “Tell me if you want me to stop at any point…. But I hope you don’t want me to stop.” He kisses the shell of your ear and down your neck to your collarbone taking a short pause to give you time to ask him to stop if you need. You merely whisper, “Pea don’t stop.”

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vyvesvi · 5 years

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vyvesvi’s long awaited yesstyle review lmao :-)

ugh the keep reading isn’t working on mobile rip y’all sry

>a few Important things:

i just moved into my dorm yesterday so everything abt the pics and reviews to follow is a hot mess + i misplaced some stuff + didn’t bring it to my dorm bc it didnt work out (so i don’t have pics)

I’m not being sponsored in any way by yesstyle, i just don’t think there are enough black reviewers of yesstyle goods (but what does race have to do with anything, you may ask??? well, ppl come in all shaoes and sizes and the overlap between east asian sizes and body types and black body types is um. well. slim. that being said, i’ll give you some deets on me: i legit have no idea how much i weigh but im generally thin-ish with thicker thighs and a tummy pouch; height: ~169 cm, generally a US size S - M/4 - 6))

bc im not being sponsored, im not providing any (affiliate) links, just product names, sorry if that’s annoying

every yesstyle member (you become a member when you buy stuff) gets a reawrds code that takes a % off of my next order and the order that the code is used for, but I think it’s only like. 2% or smthng. message me and i’ll try to unearth my code if ur interested)

I ordered this stuff in two separate, similarly sized orders and the delivery time went like this (#1: ordered on- 2019-07-05 01:33 AM; split into two packages for some reason, received on like...july 22ndish? for some reason the tracking info isnt showing the delivery info. the 2nd part of this order, which was shipped a day later, arrived on the 19th. #2: ordered on- 2019-07-30 10:04 AM, received on 08/20, wasn’t expecting much bc it was shipped from hong kong during the protests but it was basically the same as the first order)

>the actual review part

i rly didnt wanna make a long post so just click for better quality sry lmao

edit: rip the quality if y’all want better photos @ me lmao

Dreamkura - Short-Sleeve Embroidered T-Shirt, Black - L

4/5- weird shape (really long sleeves for a short sleeved shirt, and really boxy too), and if you compare the placement and size of the patch vs. the one in the picture it’s not 100% accurate. still a cute shirt though so it’s fine

I sized up for an oversized look but I probably didn’t 100% need to

the black one is currently unavailable :/

camikiss - Seamless Under Shorts, Black - One Size

5/5- i wear these shorts too much. im wearing them right now. the ultimate safety shorts

the one size was a Risk but these shorts stretch well. maybe dont get them if you’re an XL and above in US sizes though

Lemongrass - Distressed Denim Shorts, Dark Blue - M

4.5/5- better quality than primark which. wow, did not see that coming

you have to cut the button hole (they seal it to show they they’ve never been worn apparently)

the button kinda like...jingles if you shake them vigorously, but it doesn’t happen when the pants are on, so it’s fine. still funny tho

im bad at wearing ripped shorts but if ur not i highly recommend

INKLEE - Round Buckle Faux Leather Belt - 105CM

5/5- kinda cheap but it does what I want which is hold my pants up lol

i could’ve sized down but that has way more to do with me not knowing my waist size lmao

Gwendolyn - Off-Shoulder Ruffle-Trim Blouse, White - One Size

4/5- i bought this bc it made me think “flyy like a butterfly” and all that jazz

it’s not my normal style but i really like it! it’s VERY sheer though

but I also got white so what did i really expect?

one-size was a risk once again but this shirt is pretty roomy, although it’s also kinda short...like not crop top short, but slightly difficult to tuck in short.

i would buy it again in black so i guess that says something

also i have like. freaky long arms (i can wave my hand over my shoulder with my arm behind my back and my elbow parallel to my torso...that’s such a weird description but uh. just know that my arms are long okay) and it didn’t look too indecent at the top to have the sleeves pulled down to my wrists! it’s a win!)

Moon City - Drop Shoulder Cardigan, Black - One Size

4.7/5- smelled weird when i opened it but I washed it and it’s fine!

one size risk but this one was also roomy af

the sleeves fit!!! god bless!!!

Edise - Couple Matching Elbow-Sleeve Embroidered T-Shirt, Black - L & White L

5/5- The white one was perfect and I love it! I sized like 2 sizes up for it to be a oversized but I would say it’s only abt 1 size oversized, if that makes sense? but I actually like it the way it is so cool lmao

3.7/5- the black one was really badly sewn on, but i reported it and got a new one for free so go me go yesstyle! they didnt give me tracking info *i think* and i wasn’t really waiting for it so it feels like it came fast lol

the moon is kinda a more awkward shape in person i think, but the stormy clouds were high quality and perfect!

i really like the material of the shirt!s it’s thick and soft and smooth? i’ve legit never felt a tshirt like that but im into it

DIYI - Plain High-Waist A-Line Skirt, Black - M

4.7/5- im wearing the outfit pictured right now and *TMI* the sewn in shorts are giving me a very very uncomfortably large wedgie tbh

it fits perfectly otherwise though

i feel like it’s one of the cheapest feeling things that i received, but it’s about forever21 quality but for only $11.45 so i’m 100% fine with it tbh

TREEZIN - Plaid Mini Skirt, Dark Blue - M

4.7/5- it’s very cute and fits perfectly! kinda shirt though and there was like 1 loose thread

the brown in the skirt isn’t super noticeable which i don’t really mind...overall i’d say that they lightened the photos considerably, which effects the color of the skirt

no safety shorts but idrc

pretty thick material

the final stretch thank god

Manicotto - Mock Two-Piece Sleeveless Mini Dress, Check - M

3/5 pretty cheap material. the skirt is true to size, but the top is like two sizes too small (i don’t have that much boob but it was still too much for this poor, poor, top). they come as separate pieces, so i brought the skirt to school with me and left the top at home. im not sure what i would tell someone who wanted to buy this abt sizing, bc of the dramatic discrepancy btwn the sizes.

A’ROCH - 925 Sterling Silver Dinosaur Earring, 1 Pair - S925 Silver - Gold - One Size

4/5, very cute, VERY small (dainty, sure) and good quality! my only complaint is that either it’s not real silver or whatever it is that they used to make them look gold is something that im allergic to. my ears got itchy

A’ROCH - 925 Sterling Silver Ear Cuff1 Pair - Cross - Silver - One Size

4.7/5, definitely 100% silver. i’d love to wear them but with my move i can’t find either pair of the earrings

they only sell them as 2 of the cross cuffs or 2 of the parallel cuffs which is annoying bc they’re pictured together but they’re good enough and cheap enough that i’d buy the parallel ones in a separate order

Euphrasia - Oxford Crossbody Bag, Black - One Size

5/5 one of my best buys hands down

its ugly cute but it’s so useful

it has so much storage space for such a small bag

im in love

Jansi - Set of 3: Heart-Embroidered Socks, Black + White + Blue - One Size

4.5/5 i wanted the dark gray that’s pictured but they edited the hell out of that photo so the blue that i ordered is actually the gray sock pictured

really comfy and cute! esp with the tops of the hearts peeking out over the tops of high top converses??? i love it sm

i have big feet and they fit me, so they’d fit most ppl i think

Ashlee - Cuffed Denim Shorts, Light Blue - M

2/5, a horrible disappointment part 1

maybe i shouldve sized up more but the critch area just fits SO BADLY i left these at home

i would return but im not paying for return shipping to hong kong so i’ll donate them

they’re also cute really badly like they don’t taper in at the waist at all

no human person is shaped like that pls ashlee

they get a 2 bc they are shorts and they sent me the right color

Rosehedge - Pleated Mini Skirt, Black - S

3/5, a horribly disappointment part 2

i shouldve sized up idky i didnt

i can actually fit into them and zip them up and everything but it’s so so short that you can basically see my entire safety short covered butt and it kinda bulges between the top of the tiny sewn in safety shorts and the actual skirt

wow thats a weird sentence sorry but you get it

has thousands of good reviews though, way more than anything on this list so that must count for something right?

3 bc it’s kinda my fault

Regalia - Faux Leather Wallet, Black - One Size

5/5 beautiful lots of storage space but still very compact, would buy again

the “forever young, made in korea” is kinda ugly but what can you do?

Prinsis - Printed Socks, Dinosaur - White - One Size

3.5/5 they’re cute, but the design is so but that you can see halves of it on the front of the sock, which is very ugly

notice how on the site every pic is taken from the side? not a coincidence

they fit fine and are comfy though

>okay that’s it thank god!

>lmk if you have any questions!!!

(@gowon-yyxy)

#ys saga #yesstyle #yes style #yesstyle review #i see there is not a market for this tag #oh well #im not editing this im too tired

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madummachadoquintino-blog · 6 years

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[ HOT ] ARIA (아리아) - 'Do You' Show Champion (2nd Win)

[ HOT ] ARIA (아리아) - 'Do You' Show Champion (2nd Win) by ariaofficial featuring rounded toe boots ❤ liked on Polyvore

Moschino white short sleeve shirt, 535 BRL / Topshop ribbed crop top, 34 BRL / Moschino round neck t shirt, 400 BRL / Polyester jersey, 830 BRL / Cotton thigh high socks, 28 BRL / Topshop skirt, 280 BRL / Ashish mini skirt, 1.275 BRL / Hot short shorts, 21 BRL / Moschino hipster panty, 150 BRL / Moschino racer back bra, 235 BRL / Low top, 1.550 BRL / Shellys platform wedge boots, 210 BRL / Adidas genuine leather shoes, 1.505 BRL / Buffalo rounded toe boots, 215 BRL / Collar choker / Heart shaped necklace, 9,65 BRL / Bliss and Mischief embroidered shawl, 255 BRL / Giuseppe Zanotti accessory, 2.240 BRL / Unisex Fashion Clip-on Suspenders Elastic Y-Shape Adjustable Braces, 15 BRL

#polyvore #fashion #style #Moschino #Topshop #Ashish #Shellys #adidas #Buffalo #Bliss and Mischief #Giuseppe Zanotti #GET LOST #clothing

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wonderlookblog-blog · 7 years

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London Fashion Week will forever remain an iconic event in the fashion calendar. Thanks to the development and meticulous planning of the BFC (British Fashion Council), LFW is now a place where new emerging talent is welcome and encouraged to share their skills by the established greats of British fashion. The BFC even held its first Global Fashion Awards in December, showing the new business-driven mind that the fashion industry is encompassing. Perhaps this is why the shows this LFW shaped up to one of the most commercially appeasing and successful, with the shows being more accessible than ever and far less outlandish. The new mantra of ready-to-wear seemed to dominate this LFW meaning new slicker designs for the first time in years. However, some designers still managed to find the balance between the wearable and the eccentric, creating designs that are fresh, cutting-edge and exhilarating. A balance that seems very much like the city itself.

House of Holland

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House of Holland are known for their exuberant, quirky style, utilising bright colours and patterns to create stand out pieces. This LFW, designer and creative director Henry Holland did little to disappoint. Every season, his shows drop with the similar vociferous energy and indistinguishable graphics/gimmicks. As the show attendees sat down in the bare concrete setting to the sound of Tennessee-born singer Miley Cyrus’ album ‘BANGERZ’, it was an ample indication for the show to come. When the models finally hit the runway, the immediate ambient of the American Wild West was obvious. Star prints, fringe jackets, flares, graphic knee high boots and cowboy hats took the industrial setting by storm. The cuts and silhouettes of the pieces ensured that a strong reference to the Wild West was maintained throughout. Standout pieces included maxi chiffon dresses branded with fringed stars, billowing long red trousers with fringed details and over-exaggerated flares, large checked fur coats and a series of items inspired by Woody Woodpecker including thigh-high boots brandishing his face. As a whole, the collection was impressive, but the unique ability of House of Holland to create a collection that accommodates to all buyers, not just those willing to dress as a cowgirl. Despite the high-key Wild West vibes and a prominent American Rodeo aesthetic maintained throughout the collection, there was something for everyone; graphic tees, tartan skirts and velvet bomber jackets prove that the ready-to-wear collection is cutting edge as well as accessible.

J.W.Anderson

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Jonathon Anderson’s J.W.Anderson collections are the most highly anticipated and sought-after shows of LFW. Every season, Anderson draws more inspiration from more and more eclectic sources. Thus, not only is the brand constantly evolving in an exciting way, but also every show contains a new and exciting collection to present. Due to the ever increasing number of people wearing his clothes and using his accessories, Anderson seems to be on a winning streak. Audiences have seem his style evolve from statements about gender fluidity, to refining his style to feminine glamour.

The designers 2017 Autumn offering appeared to be very much inspired by the woman’s silhouette. Described as being something of a ‘style odyssey’, Anderson focused on the stripped back nature of clothing as well as the structure of building up from there. When creating the collection, Anderson admitted that he attempted to create something very feminine, only to have it crash, and attempted to build up from there. This is perhaps most evident in his work through the layering. The show opened with a capacious black key hole dress with a cinched-in drawstring waist, providing emphasis on the natural figure. Tailored jackets, floral prints matched with feathers and a relatively neutral colour palette (minus the vibrant purple silk dress) dominated the catwalk and provide a hint as to what to expect this Autumn/Winter in high street stores.

Molly Goddard

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One of the hottest designers to emerge from last year, Goddard is known for her immense tulle dresses, smocking, embroidery and crocheting. Although the crowd at LFW are used to daring styles, nothing could prepare them for the experimental designs created by Goddard.

Fascination of preserving a child-like dream in which the perceptions of princesses is still very much real is evident in Goddard’s previous work, and this LFW helped to preserve this image. Keen to perpetuate her image as the go-to designer for the most hardcore party girls in London, this collection provided fashion with a side of fantasy. People involved very heavily with the social circuit will revel in Goddard’s familiar and yet faultless use of embroidery with cross stitch detail, pink cupcake tulle and cinched in smock dresses and sleeves. Sheer dresses over graphic shirts, tutu mini skirts, satin ballet shoes and glittering knee high socks seemed to be reoccurring looks on this seasons catwalk. It is evident that Goddard is looking to reawaken the inner girly-girl inside every woman and their child-like fascination of parties in her newest, exciting Autumn/Winter 2017 collection. Instead of diminishing this inner feminine innocence, it appears that Goddard is attempting to embrace it in a socially modern way that is distinguishable to the brand of Molly Goddard.

Topshop Unique

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Topshop perhaps holds one of the most recognisable names in the high street setting. Translating that onto the catwalk is no easy feat, and yet the Topshop Unique show managed to faultlessly make the transition. Not only that, but the show produced a strong sense of youthful energy and fun.

The show opened with model Lily Donaldson wearing a baggy silk black jumper plastered with the words ‘Happy WKNDR Forever’ across the chest, paired with stripped pajama style trousers. The casual outfit set the tone for the rest of the show as juvenile and boyish- and that was just the beginning. What followed was PVC skirts, cut out dresses, jackets with green-faux fur and zip up high neck collars. The clothes remained joyful, with masculine and casual figures for the Autumn/Winter 2017 season as well as clothes inspired by Western Indian states, nightclubs and exotic countries. The brand continues to reach commercial success due to the new ready-to-wear strategy adopted last year by many design houses. Pieces are now available online for anywhere between £60-£400.

Ashish

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The brand of Ashish will forever remain bold, youthful and exciting. After reaching commercial success and good reviews from their use of graphic shirts in previous collections, creative director Ashish Gupta utilised the graphic tee again, this time more politically focused. With glittering shirts plastering comments directed towards American President Donald Trump, such as ‘This Pussy grabs back’ and ‘unity in adversity’. The strong political and social messages are not where the collection ends, however.

Although superficially wrapped up in sequin and glitter, London based, Delhi-born designer Ashish produces some of the most thought-provoking shows of the LFW period. Transporting us in a glittery universe away from the mundane everyday life, even the setting saw a glittery yellow brick road with ‘Somewhere over the rainbow’ playing in the background. Perhaps the broken heart and red poppy decor indicated that the show would be symbolic and embedded with lots of meaning. Rainbow stripes and sequined check board pattern and glitter rugby shirts dominated this catwalk as well as recognisable iconography from American sport. The formatting of teams such as Chicago Cubs and Boston Red Sox were reimagined in a loud and exuberant way, amplifying Ashish’s position as a designer invested in the art of escapism, and yet still grounded in the political agenda of reality.

For a full review of Burberry, click here.

‘The minute your brand can be predicted, you’ve got a problem’

– J.W.Anderson

London Fashion Week 2017 Highlights London Fashion Week will forever remain an iconic event in the fashion calendar. Thanks to the development and meticulous planning of the BFC (British Fashion Council), LFW is now a place where new emerging talent is welcome and encouraged to share their skills by the established greats of British fashion.

#ashish #Burberry #catwalk #clothes #fashion #fashion show #fashion week #henry holland #j w anderson #lfw #life #London Fashion week #model #molly goddard #style #topshop #topshop unique

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almarchive · 5 years

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hello, its nora n this is the ethereal but spoiled alma olive putnam. she goes by all 3 names cos she’s pretentious as fuck. raised in a farmhouse in vermont, never really had to work for anything in her life and doesn’t want to. studying class civ cos she thinks it makes her sound smart, but actually hates fuckin latin and just loves learning about feckless hedonism and the festivals of bacchus. was expelled from princeton in her first year so her parents basically paid her way into lockwood. loves the smell of libraries and listening to french music from a tinny record player in knee socks. bio is below the cut, like this post to be bombarded with plotting messages. i might forget tho so pls message me x

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( elle fanning / cis-female ) haven’t seen ALMA OLIVE PUTNAM around in a while. the ELLE FANNING lookalike has been known to be TENACIOUS & MAGNETIC, but SHE can also be FANCIFUL & DOUBLE-CROSSING. The 20 year old is a SOPHOMORE majoring in CLASSICS. I believe they’re living in FIDELIS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her. )

aesthetics.

connection to tatiana & did they choose her name during the watershed?

alma saw her as academic competition and a threat to her de jure throne. in freshman year, tatiana got the role alma auditioned for in a university production. she’s disliked her ever since. alma abslutely chose tatiana’s name, and she’d do it again without hesitating. [that vine voice] I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH

the short form.

— both her parents had large personalities, so alma’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit wise beyond her years. — very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless” — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french. — studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. — isn’t a foward-planner, however. alma prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night. — pretentious motherfucker. loves poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very intelligent and beautiful and knows both of those facts. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. petty and vindictive — just wants to be loved by all. a party girl ; doesn’t rlly enjoy it, jst feels she should enjoy it. — tries to be an enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women desirable and interesting and cool. — obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. — her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee-high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramophone because “the sound quality is better” kfdsjj.

plots.

here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest:

study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with alma before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

if they’re from new england or vermont, then cousins . second cousins / extended family / family friends – probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who live on the same floor and only know each other from brief interactions in the lift or the canteen

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sporting or academic rivalries !

hockey / cheer friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek ! gimme a secret society bonding by their love of ancient learning

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with at parties

people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse

people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst,

full biography.

alma olive putnam.

intro.

biography.

the road you followed – gum-snapping, roller-blading, friendship bands all up your arm – eventually led you to small-town fame. bright-eyed and gingham skirted, you’d always known you were more. there was a hunger in you to be something extraordinary, a want so adamant to be imagined and desired that it was almost savage. in leather-bound volumes and a circle of stones, you were helen of troy, the girl for whom they’d launch a thousand ships. but there’s so much rage within you, collecting like sawdust in cavernous parts. hockey helped. there was something grounding about the feeling of a stick clasped in your hands. sweat. stiff knuckles. feet pounding the earth. the smash of wood against flesh in the scram of a game, passed off as mere enthusiasm. “slipped, sorry.” hockey is the one thing you had that was yours alone – a feral instinct that motivates you to play; something primitive within you that sparks an energy like no other. on the pitch, you feel alive.

#water:intro #i promise i didn't rip this character out of dare me or the secret history

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almarchive · 5 years

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hello, its nora bringing yet another problematic character. this is a spoiled daddy’s bitch, raised in a farmhouse in vermont, who’s never really had to work for anything in her life and doesn’t want to. studying class civ cos she thinks it makes her sound smart, but actually hates fuckin latin and just loves learning about feckless hedonism and the festivals of bacchus. was expelled from princeton in her first year so her parents basically paid her way into lockwood. loves the smell of libraries and listening to french music from a tinny record player in knee socks. has a twin brother called otto who is basically guy bellingfield from the riot club and tbh knowing my lack of self control i‘ll probs end up bringing him here too.

bio is below the cut, like this post to be bombarded with plotting messages x

it might be HER SOPHOMORE year but I still think ALMA OLIVE PUTNAM looks exactly like ALICE PAGANI and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they’re 20 and studying CLASSICAL CIVILISATION while living in AUDAX here at Lockwood. The TAURUS can be rather TENACIOUS and MAGNETIC, but also kind of FANCIFUL and DOUBLE-CROSSING. Their most played song on Spotify was LAISSE TOMBER LES FILLES by FRANCE GALL, so I think that says a lot.

THE SHORT FORM.

— born in vermont in a big old farmhouse. her great-great-grandfather moved to america as an immagrant and worked on a plantation, made his wa up cos he could speak a lot of languages and therefore win more people over. for the last two generations, putnam men have owned the farm and do little of the dirty work. big in the meat industry.

— both her parents had Large Personalities, so alma’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit Wise Beyond Her Years. — very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless” — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french. — studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. — isn’t a foward-planner, however. frida prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night. — pretentious motherfucker. LOVES poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very Intelligent and Beautiful and knows both of those facts. vocal feminist. soapbox sadie. Very Passionate about Issues. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. — just wants to be Loved By All. a party girl ; doesn’t rlly enjoy it, jst feels she Should enjoy it. — tries to be an Enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women Desirable and Interesting and Cool. — obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. — her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

PLOTS.