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lssugaluv · 26 days

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Things he says to you while doing the deed. 🤭

• Haikyuu x fem reader.

• Haikyuu + Headcanons.

• MDNI 18+

• Synopsis: He loves to praise you all the time, you deserve it. But he also knows how much you love dirty talks, especially when doing the deed. Each character has a different small story.

• Ushijima -Dominance.

• Kuroo - Smartass, Teasing.

• Iwazumi - The man is just so in love.

• Suna - Loves your taste, attached and in love.

• Osamu - Exes who are still in love.

• Daichi - Jealousy, dominance, petty.

• Contains: Timeskip HQ characters (all 21 or older), s3x talk, some cursing, dominance, small sex stories, oral s3x, some degradation, body praise, mentions of slight choking, pet names, temptation, teasing, pettiness, jealousy, some fluff (it’s not an Lssugaluv post without fluff.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Iwazumi, Daichi, Suna, Kuroo, Osamu.

• I choose these guys because I can just see their dominance in bed.

• Please let me know if you’ll want to see other characters.

Ushijima:

• “Look at me.”

• You will never ever get used to his girth. As many times as you’ve done it with Ushijima, the stretch is always something you can never get used too. Especially when he’s gone for a while due to his games and tournaments.

• Ushijima has you nice and wet making sure you’re prepped for his girth to rip you apart. As soon as you feel the tip in you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

As soon as you open your eyes, his are burning straight at you. He then continues to insert himself in you as you can’t help but gasp with widened eyes. He grits his teeth causing his jawline to pop out even more, groaning a bit, not breaking eyesight. He bottoms out and your arch your back , filling in the gap you two had. He loves to see you become a hot mess just for him.

Kuroo:

• “I Can Tell That You Want Me.”

• Oh, your favorite smartass. Kuroo and yourself were best friends with benefits back in high school. And you decided to lose your v-card with him a week after you guys graduated high school. You later on in time became a thing. You two work at the same place now and live together.

• Kuroo can be such a tease. Especially when it comes to pushing your buttons or getting inside your pants. No one at work actually knows that you and Kuroo are technically high school sweethearts. Not that you wanted your relationship to be a secret, but more because sex at work is always 10x better when kept in the DL. Plus, everyone at the office thinks you two are enemies, since you two tend to bicker a lot. Also, you guys agreed that if people find out, that’s fine.

Today you left 25 min after he did because you slept in, plus he had a big meeting right at 8 a.m that he couldn’t miss. You went to work in a sage green long sleeve that has fur on the collar and end of the sleeves. You paired it with a black mini skirt and see through leggings under. You didn’t have time to do your hair so your did a messy bun and paired it with accessories.

You had the whole office practically drooling for you. That was until your man spotted you. His hungry gaze couldn’t get off from you. You catch him staring from afar and text him.

You: “Do you need me to send you a selfie so it can last longer?”

Kuroo: “Damn, hot but always an asshole.”

You giggle at the message and look up to him and blow him a kiss.

You pass by him and purposely drop your pen in front of him. You bend down and he sees your gorgeous ass cheeks. He makes sure know one is around to pull you in and have you sit on his lap. Your back is facing his torso, rough hand on your neck, lips next to your ear. The other hand tightly around your waist, making sure you’re securely on him.

“I can tell that you want me baby.” He whispers into your ear, following a gentle bite.

“Can you really?” You slightly moan, pushing your ass into his now growing boner.

“Meet me at our spot in 5 min.” ❤️

Iwazumi:

• “I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

• You met Iwazumi through Oikawa last year and right away caught his attention. He is an ass to Oikawa but man does he love you. You guys finally decided to work something out and started to see each other. You wanted to start slow with him but life had other plans.

• Iwa is a man of consent. No matter how many times you’ve guys done it together already, he will never not ask for your consent first.

He came over after a week of not being able to see him due to your university’s schedule. As soon as you opened the door you noticed he had a boner already that was IN NEED of your attention. He pinned you to the wall at the entrance of your door. He had his hands all over your ass, mouth stuck on your jaw and neck.

“Baby, please, I need you.” You pant out after a steamy make out session.

“I’m sorry baby, we haven’t seen each other, and I know you want to catch up. But I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. Once you say yes, there’s no way I’ll stop.”

You nod your head yes as in giving him consent. You literally almost fold in half when he told you that. He picks you up in princess style and takes you to your bed, the rest was history.

Suna:

• “I love the way you taste. Never get tired of it.”

• When you first met Suna, he looked like a guy who just had no cares or worries in the world. Like you couldn’t break him, so you had no idea what he would think of or what type of hobbies he was in. Now you two have been dating for a year, and for some reason, every time he comes back from a tournament, he has to be buried in between your legs.

You were watching your favorite show when you hear a click on your apartment door. It was Suna who opened the door. He rushes to take off his shoes and leaves his bag and rest of his belongings at the entrance.

He doesn’t even say say hi to you when he right away pulls your pants & undies down and leaves you in your tee shirt with nothing on the bottom. You turn flush red from your face trying to push him away.

Without saying anything, he looks at you and pushes you down to the couch, his mouth connecting with yours. His tongue wrestles with yours and out of no where you feel a finger on your clit. He kisses your neck and then stops. He sits back up and taps on your thigh for you to do the same.

He puts that finger in his mouth, getting a taste of your delicious slick. His eyes almost stayed in the back of his head with that intense eye roll.

“I love the way you taste angel. I’ll never get tired of it.”

You turn even more red from embarrassment, and cover your face. He spreads your legs wide opened using his calloused hands. He wastes no time as he starts to lick your clit up and down, up and down. The warm sensation of his tongue making you almost cum right then and there. You use both your soft hands to palm his brown locks, and boy does he love that. He moans while eating you out, because he did miss your taste.

Daichi:

• “Don’t tempt me.”

• You have known Daichi for years. You two met in middle school and you know he can be a huge hot head. You know he can also be very territorial. Yet he is a huge sweetheart and very respectful. Now, after many years of dating him and being by his side, you are at a police academy ceremony, celebrating his new position as captain.

You are wearing a beautiful navy blue satin down. You look like a precious diamond, and of course Daichi is on protective mode. You see he was busy speaking to a small but important crowd during the cocktail hour. So you decide to go pour yourself some champagne.

As you were about to pour yourself some champagne, a big man stole the bottle from your hand. “If you’ll allow me too Miss.” He had such a husky tone. You turn to see a tall, handsome police officer who had a piercing on his right ear, a small yet curled mullet and gorgeous blue eyes. You stay in shock wondering how a handsome guy like him came across you.

You stood there frozen in place as he pours champagne into your cup. He then places the bottle back into its spot on the table and whispers something in your ear. That is when reality hit you when you felt a burning gaze heading right your way. You are completely flushed for your face, as you turn to see your boyfriend about to shoot the place down.

One thing about Daichi is, when he gets upset, it’s very hard to help him calm down. Another thing is, his aura is felt dozens of miles away when something/someone he loves is being taunted with. The tall male felt the same presence you felt and decided to casually walk away. He looks at Daichi as he walks towards him and places a hand on his broad shoulder. “Sorry man, didn’t know she was your’s.”

You quickly rush to the bathroom trying to disappear. When you hear the door knob twist and it was Daichi. You were looking at him through the mirror when he goes behind you. He places both strong arms around your small waist, chin on your shoulder. He takes some times to breathe in your beautiful scent. He whispers, “Darling, you know you look beautiful tonight?”

He places a small kiss on your jawline. “What did he say?” He then places another kiss , this time on your shoulder. You turn red all over again, “n-n-nothing.”

He sees this guy made you into a stuttering mess, which irks him even more. “Darling, I’ll give you one more chance, what did he say?” His warm breath next to your ear makes you so wet, you feel your about to drip on the floor.

Your silence was irritating him. “Darling, don’t tempt me.” His tone of voice drives you insane as he lets go of you and turns you around, lifting you up on the counter. He lifts up your gown as he unzips. He knows you want it, but since you don’t give him the answer he wants, you also don’t get what you want.

He rubs his angry dripping tip onto your clit causing you to be a moaning mess. You become impatient, wanting him to fill you up. You move your hips to line yourself up but he pulls away. “Oh no baby. I asked you a question twice. You didn’t answer and I told you not to temp me.” He caresses your cheek and gives you a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby.” He says as he puts his penis away and leaves you there a throbbing mess. “I’ll wait for you outside.” As he pecks your lips one last time.

Osamu:

• “Nobody understands your body like I do.”

• You and Osamu dated for a few years until a year after you both graduated from university, you two decided to part ways and stay friends. Due to his now growing business and your traveling job, you never saw each other which created unwanted distancing. You thought you both fell out of love, which you both never did. Osamu never wanted to part, but he has always respected your decisions and didn’t want to force you to stay.

You were invited to a party by your coworkers. You didn’t want to go but of course they forced you out. They wanted you to go out there and meet new people. You were in a cute black romper with your luscious locks nice and wavy.

At the party, you had about two drinks and were talking to your coworkers. A hot guy comes up to you and invites you to a drink. You are talking and all and that’s when you lose your mind seeing your ex boyfriend across from the balcony. “O-Osamu?” You think to yourself, completely shutting out the guy’s conversation. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and decide to leave the party and just go home. Seeing him after a year really threw off your whole vibe. And you couldn’t help how freaking sexy he looks now.

As soon as you enter your front home’s entrance, you hear a knock on the door. You open it thinking it was your coworkers to take you back to the party. Without knowing it was Osamu. Your eyes completely widened and you stay glued on one spot.

“What are you doing here?”

He walks into your home and hugs you.

“I’m glad I saw you. I really miss you.”

You couldn’t help but grow teary eyes. “Osamu.. I can’t-“

He cuts off your sentence by kissing you. He starts off with two small pecks and sees you don’t stop him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He then kisses you, inviting his tongue in your mouth. He gains a sexy moan from you, knowing you’re already as horny as he is.

He pulls away gently to look at you. “Did my baby miss me too?”

You continue to kiss him to answer his question but then you go back to your senses. “Wait. We are broken up. We can’t do this.” You let go of him. He grabs you again, this time gently spreading your legs apart, brings his hand down to your underwear, moving it to the side. He slides one finger in, rubbing your clit in small circles.

You moan, hiding your face on his neck, taking in his scent you missed so much. You feel his finger slip out and you look up at him a bit frustrated since he stopped. You look at his finger that he’s holding up to your face.

“Ya see that angel? You’re completely wet. And it’s just for me.” His finger was completely soaked in your juices.

You become embarrassed and try to deny how crazy he has you. You try to deny that you miss him and his touch as well. You try to deny that you still love him.

He picks you up and takes you to the couch. He starts kissing you all over again, gently removing your clothes. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. He kisses every part of your body. You feel like you’re about to cum, that’s how much you miss him. He undresses himself, showing off his gorgeous body. Now the two of you are completely naked.

He has you in the missionary position. He inserts himself in you, causing you to arch your back, moaning loudly. Your small hole is so tight, you cause him to groan onto your neck as he hugs you tightly.

Osamu starts to slowly pump in and out, in and out. Allowing to adjust to his size, it’s been too long.

“Ya think I don’t know ya baby? As soon as I saw you at that party, I knew you missed me.” His face a blushing mess. “Ya think ya can resist me? Ya think I can resist ya? As soon as ya kissed me, I knew ya wanted me.”

He thrusts himself hard in this sentence. Hitting your g-spot so delicious that you came after the last word.

“Nobody. Understands. Your. Body. Like. I. Do.”

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ptiza-sinitza · 4 months

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Inna Cents - townie makeover

Inna Cent appears in trailers and promos for The Sims 4: Vampires and could be load from Maxis gallery. I was pretty upset she was not an official townie of Forgotten Hollow, cause there is smth interesting in her backstory and relationship with a sassy vampire Caleb. Anyway I can imagine my own LORe for her.

Occult sims are most fun to makeover because you can play with fashion and choose for them the most unusual and non-realistic fits. For Inna I choose some looks inspired by Biedermeier\Victorian period, because she probably was turn in to vampire at second half of 19th century. And her prototype surely was Lucy Westenra (from 'Dracula' 1992). But I add to her kinn list two fictional ladies who's also like yellow and historical dresses - Edith Cushing (Crimson Peak) and Belle (Beauty and the Beast) which suits more to her shinny and gentle personality and fashion choices. Roses and butterflies as symbols of her innocent soul

I'm trying not to change face features and keep the original EA genetics. But I changed Inna's skin and make her more pale. Because for me she is not alive anymore and can't be that peachy pink, because her blood system doesn't work. And I hope this doesn't look like 'white washing'

1. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf,roses hair pins by @kikiw-sims, corset by @astya96cc, skirt by @evellsims, puff sleeves by @dream-girl, rose brooch recolor by @elfdor, gloves by @sentate, necklace by @aladdin-the-simmer 2. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf, hat by marigold, dress by @shendori boots by @serenity-cc, tennis racket by @haneco410 3. Hair by @buzzardly28, hair accessory by @buzzardly28, dress by @strangestorytellersims, necklace by @regina-raven, lace fan by @simsonico, gloves by @atelierlena 4. Hair by @simandy, Dress by @belaloallure3, lacy turtleneck acc. by marigold, puff sleeves by @dream-girl, candelabra lights by moo2shelly, flying butterflies by @oydis, butterflies headpiece by glaza 5. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf, dress by @simnasimsworld, cape by @zouyousims, furr muff by @vintagesimstress, gloves by @bluecravingcc, little bird by @sims4-sin-a 6. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf, bonnet hat by @yuu-tori-tori, dress by @vintagesimstress, bouquet by @beocreations, gloves by @vibrantpixels

Big thanks and love to all CC creators!

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15-lizards · 1 year

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The sequel to this: ASOIAF clothing styles!

The Westerlands and The Reach def have similar styles bc they’re so close to each other and have similar climates. Like with their hair, they love showing off their wealth and opulence, so gowns are made from the finest fabrics and are heavily detailed with embroidery, puffed sleeves, and short bodices

The North is so big that what a person wears definitely influenced by location (near the wall, near the vale, or near the riverlands) but in general, there are a lot of high necked, tight fitting gowns for practicality. Made of thick, heavy fabrics but with wide sleeves and lots of embroidery to make it look pretty!

Dorne is full of colors to offset the beige of the desert. They use a lot of long, loose, airy fabrics so that they can have detailed and intricate outfits but still be covered from the sun and not be overheated. Location determines how covered up they are because of the heat. Detailing is VERY big, especially golden embroidery and lining.

I think in the Stormlands, clothing is more durable than anything else, no wispy fabrics here.They’re fairly similar to the north, with thick and sturdy fabrics, high collars, and long sleeves to keep out the constant rain. However I think they love metal accessories and jewelry on their gowns, and put it everywhere

And the Riverlands have a much more “casual” silhouette than the Reach or the Vale, with a drop waist or a loose dress than only gives you figure when you wear a belt. Low necklines and long sleeves I think, because the weather is not freezing but not Dornish either. I think a lot of soft fabrics too, for those who can afford velvet and such

#asoiaf #fantasy clothing #please add ur own in the tags I want to see!!#the anthropology brain is on overload rn #but isn’t this fun!#since George wrote these places with historical inspirations in mind #why not use the clothing to diversify the cultures!!

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pascals-doll · 1 month

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mini skirt

javíer peña x reader

ೀ ive been so focused on my series i missed writing for our man osrs !!

ೀ its spring break n with amount of parties ive got to attend, my ass will b going to write a fic duh!

ೀ description: porn with no plot literally, SMUT SMUT, this shit lowk filthy, reader is bent over the passenger seat 😶, public sex!, parked (?) car sex, oral sex (r receiving) exhibitionism, dom!javíer, mean!javíer, possesive af!javí, sub!reader, reader speaks slight spanish, reader is thristy for javi, JAVÍ TALKS YOU THRU IT/IN SPANISH 2 (😩🤧), lowk degradation in spanish aswell, multiple orgasms, slight overstim (r receiving), degradation ( r receiving), eating out from the back, spanking, doggystyle, hair pulling ( r receiving), choking ( r receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pequeña, neña, bebésita, amor/amorsita)

spanish key words for all my non-spanish speakers !

-pequeña/neña: term of endearment for someone smaller than/my girl, babygirl

-princesa/bebésita: my baby/princess

-dime/porque: tell me/why

- tan’ mojada/tan linda: so wet/ your so wet/such a sweet/so sweet

-lo que quieres/dios mio: my god/oh my god/what you want

-belleza/sucia: beauty/dirty/filthy

-amas/amor/(sita): you love/love/lover

-como te pongo/volverá pasar: how i get you/ever happen again/happened again

-eso/lo que pasará : a way of affirming or agreeing/what will happen again

in traditional way of celebrating the spring break, how else than going out with your girls to the club?

the winter was finally over as women traded their big coats and long-sleeves for skimpy tops and short skirts or shorts.

your beloved boyfriend knew you would be going out tonight, letting him know before he left for his federal attendees.

Javíer didn’t say much except to text him once you left the house, arrived at the party, and when to come pick you up.

Javí was a sweet, a gentle giant.

but he was also stern, it was a trait he had to deal with being apart of the job. it was in his nature to be overprotective.

his eyes told you something completely different along with his stance although he didn’t once tell you a negative thing for wanting to go out and have fun.

he had his hands on his hips, popping one out as his eyebrows tensed together and his tongue poked through his cheek. Javí’s eyes were mean and deep as he stared at you while you promised him to let him know the second anything were to happen before he got ready for work.

you were all dressed up by 9:00 pm as you now, waited on your friends to pick you up at any moment now.

you were wearing a green tube top, pairing it with a pink plaid mini skirt. you chose a cute silver chain belt as an accessory to go along with your silver blinged earrings.

your makeup was set onto your skin perfectly, bringing out the best features of your beauty. your hair was styled to your liking and you chose these cute bubblegum pink pumps to piece your outfit all together.

you picked up your phone, having a small photoshoot of your own before choosing the picture you thought was best and sending it to Javìer.

you were sat infront of the mirror, pulling a cute pose while trying to get you whole outfit in frame.

not even 3 minutes later, a ping rings through your phone.

⤷ que belleza neña go have ur fun for now

⤷ cus ur not gonna like it when i pick u up

your heart raced with lustful anticipation and excitement. you continued to tease him through message, sending another picture to him that showed how risque your pink mini-skirt was.

⤷ u are so done for pequeña

he wasn’t even here, yet you could feel his menacing presence and hear his strict tone in your head.

soon enough, you were getting a call from your friends; letting you know they were outside.

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you and your bestfriend danced along to the house music that played through the huge booming speakers of the wide-spaced club that was only illuminated by a combination of different color fading lights.

you had a few drinks already, loosing track of how long you’ve been dancing for before stepping away with your friends. you went back to your the corner couch you were seated at along with your friends.

you felt hazed out and tipsy as you uncapped your water bottle before taking a sip.

all your tipsy self could think about was Javí, it was 1 AM and you knew he was awake and on stand-by for you.

your vision was blurry because of the alcohol as you open his contact, dialing him on the phone. you hear the phone ring momentarily before connecting.

“everything good, princesa?”

“mmhmm, i misss you javí” you slurred out.

“how drunk are you, neña?” his tone was caring, making your overwhelmed tipsy body run a cold shiver through your spine.

“s’only tipsyy—amor?” you respond before calling out to him, more like whining out to him.

“dime pequeña” the way his voice sounded so caring, yet stern, made your body quiver and breath hitch.

the alcohol was definitely assisting your mind in fogging it with only one thought; Javíer.

“come pick me up—s’wanna go home to youu” you plead with a slight moan, the alcohol was definitely getting the best of you.

“i’ll be there in 15 minutes, get ready.”

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Javí was not an idiot, he could hear the neediness in your tone.

after being together for 5 years, Javí always knew the second his poor girl had one too many drinks and wanted to run home to her man.

which is how you always ended up with you stuffed so full of Javíer’s thick cock after a night out.

Javíer practically sped through the semi-empty midnight streets, definitely not driving the speed limit.

soon enough he was outside the club venue, sending you a message that he was outside. Javíer couldn’t find close parking, so he parked the car farther down the empty street.

you were inside, hugging your friend's goodbye, grabbing your purse before they walked you to the front of the club door.

you opened the door and there he was, the man you had been longing for the whole night. he was standing there under the streetlight with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

he had his light blue button up hugging his chest and muscular arms as it was tucked into his jeans, his belt holding his pants perfectly.

you took him in as you step towards him as he puffed on his cigarette while his eyes traveled down your body.

Javíer took in the way your tits were accentuated through your small green top, your skirt stopped just at your upper thigh as your entire legs were on display, and your pumps gave you a taller stance than your natural one.

you still were not enough to compare to his tall and built frame.

Javí steps closer once you were just a foot away from him, your face meeting his broad chest “real dolled up, huh?” he mutters under his breath, lifting two fingers to grasp your chin; making you look up at him.

you felt your voice caught in your throat as you felt your heat begin to pool into your panties. the breeze from the cold night air, lifting the blimps of your skin.

“c’mon pequeña, i parked the car a little down” Javí instinctively wraps his arm around your lower waist, his hand ghosting over your ass.

you didn’t realize how he was sizing up your skirt with his hand, seeing how close he was to that pretty pussy over your little skirt.

you both made your way down the dark street; the night sky being illuminated by the full moon that was bleeding bright tonight as you both walked past dim streetlights.

you pass a couple empty parked cars; the streets empty with no one in view.

you walked down with Javíer having a tight grasp on your waist made your mind run wild in a pure lustful frenzy.

you see Javí’s truck come into view, recognizing the big black vehicle from a few feet away.

“so did you have fun, princesa?” he begins to ask you about your night as the arm that was wrapped around you loosens. he took your purse from your arm before proceeding to unlock the door.

“was’good babyy, i danced a good bit with my friends after i finished my two drinkss” you slightly slurred out as your vision regained its focus but feeling the buzz still tingle up your body.

he opened the passenger door for you as he set your purse down inside the car.

all you heard from Javí was an almost inaudible hum from his lips as you go to step into the passenger seat…. or at least you tried.

Javíer immediately made your body fumble over into the passenger seat, bending over with one knee on the seat and your other foot down onto the pedestal below his truck, holding your balance.

“Ja-Javí?” you were slightly taken aback by the way he grabbed you, but you weren’t complaining as him manhandling you completely had your panties glued to your slit by your own arousal.

“i bet all the men in there enjoyed the little show you gave them” his tone was husky and cold as you felt his back against yours as his thick cool buckle brushed against the back of your exposed thighs.

“I-no—I wasn’t” you began to whine out, your ass squirming a little and bumping up against his belt buckle more.

“hm neña? I couldn’t hear you.” you felt his cold hands flip your skirt up, fondling and gripping the flesh as more midnight breeze pushed against your skin.

you were facing forward, only seeing the complete inside of his car and empty driver seat.

but you could completely feel Javíer behind you.

you looked back at him causing your body to arch down a bit more, completely exposing your seeped through panties. you’ve never felt so exposed before.

here you were, bent over Javí’s truck with your ass completely exposed for public display as the car door wasn’t shut at all.

the only coverage being the open car-door from the side; creating a makeshift shield from one angle as the other had a perfect view for anyone to see the way Javíer was going to fuck you.

“tan’ mojada pequeña, porque?”

you felt his hands run up and down your clothed slit, pushing the wet fabric against your pussy causing a temporary bubbly friction as you felt the pressure of his two fingers.

you let out a pathetic whimper as you lean yourself more forward, trying your hardest to focus on your balance.

“fuckin’ answer me when I'm talking to you!”

he ordered, his tone was harsh and guttural causing a chill to run up your body which was immediately followed by a jump as Javíer’s hand landed a dour smack onto the exposed flesh of your ass.

“you! s’all because of you!” you yelp out as you wiggle your ass excitingly.

“oh so, my slut does know how to speak” he mocked out, his tone pitying you.

“m’sorry Javí—no volverá pasar!” your voice velveted out as you pleaded, your legs quivering with each blow of nature’s breeze.

“mí neña tan linda, always wanting to go out in such slutty outfits.” he cooed out, his hands finding the slim lining of your underwear right under your skirt.

you felt so small and filthy like this, your body subconsciously growing timid under the oozing pleasure he was igniting inside you and out of you, right here at the corner of an empty street, in a parked car.

he pulled down your panties, watching through the natural gloomed out lighting how your panties sticked to your pussy with your juices leaking down you.

“look at that pretty pussy” he coos lewdly, causing you to whine out as takes his middle and ring finger to circle around your soaked pussyhole.

“been needing you, Javí baby” you began to babble as he made you grow more antsy in bliss.

“only you! need you—please-oh fuck!” your babbles were interrupted by your own shriek as you felt a warm wet feeling take over the one cold and exposed feeling of your pussy.

Javíer began to fuck you with his tongue, wasting no time in attaching his lips to your dripping pussy; how could he? when it was crying for him.

you tried to keep your balance by gripping onto the headrest of the passenger seat as you felt his tongue run a long swipe along your juiced folds “oh fuck Javí!” you were too fucking horny to care about your loud moans possibly ringing through the silent street-night.

not for a single second did Javí pull away from your pussy, giving her all his attention.

Javíer sucked on your clit, rolling his tongue around it and your slits as the only words that fell from your lips was his name.

“oh my—Javí! oh my fuck!” you couldn’t help but croak out your moans at the immense pleasure you were feeling.

the way he had you was bringing you pure rapture at the taboo thought of someone possibly watching you two in the midnight.

you could feel your stomach erupt as your orgasm bubbled through the delicious open-mouthed licks coming from his beautiful tongue.

you felt the small hairs of his mustache friction against your clit causing your ass to push back into his face more while you cried out in ecstasy. you felt yourself grow closer to your climax.

Javíer kept up with the volume of your moans and pathetic whines.

his pace never halting as his hands went to grip your hips to keep your ass bent over and pussy exposed as he eats you out like he hasn’t fucking eaten in decades.

you felt your orgasm begin to build up, you were sure your nails were digging into the plush of the passenger seat material, creating crescents into the fabric.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell agape in vicious delight. you felt your orgasm flow through your body as he licked each trickling bead from your leaking pussy.

you felt satisfaction warp through your body as you look back at Javí.

you could barely see him as the moon shined right behind his head like a make-shift crown, for the only man; only man you allowed to ever take you like this, like a whore.

Javíer had been palming his painful hard-on through his now, unzipped jeans; only the crotch of his boxers for display through his unbuckled belt.

you began to wriggle your ass even more, slightly backing it to brush up against his clothed cock. you felt the cool metal buckle against your flesh again, colliding with the feeling of another indecent smack to your plushy ass.

you were still looking back at him as you let out euphoric sob through fucked out eyes.

“dime lo que quieres, mi amor”

Javíer husked out, licking his lips before massaging the tingling flesh of your ass. his voice returned to a low octave, still carrying a stern, but no longer harsh demeanor.

“i need you to fuck me Javí!”

that was all he needed to hear to have him slipping his boxers low enough to pull out his thick erection, standing flavorful and tall.

Javíer pumped himself softly before aligning himself with your glistening entrance.

Javí squeezed your hips softly, bringing you closer to him as he sinks his cock into your gushy pussy.

the second you feel his cock glide into with ease like always, your pussy always managing to snug him perfectly into you as the stretch convulsed your pussy.

“y’always feel like fuckin’ heaven, bebésita” Javíer hissed out as the feeling of your balmy and pulsing pussy, taking him like you were made for him only.

“feels—feels so good amor! s’big!” you mewled out, your voice being fervent.

Javíer became the only thing you felt, engulfing your pussy and whole-being.

you felt him begin to slide in’n’out of you at a feverishly slow pace, making you feel every inch that smoothly drowned into each crevess of your insides.

just the feeling of Javí’s big thick cock had your breath caught in your chest, completely mind-bending as his soft slides turn into piquant thrusts in no time.

“mphm—díos mìo!” you cried out lecherously, you felt Javíer’s hand make its way up your semi-clothed back till it was entangled in your hair.

he doesn’t hesitate to pull on it, pulling your body up along the way and arching the position you were in more. you were sure your nails cut into the fabric of Javíer’s little truck.

Javíer’s savoring slow pace turned into pummeling thrusts. you could feel each bounce of your ass bounce off his hips as his hand tugged on your hair, inflaming a riveting pain in you.

his pace electrified with each little sob of his name that left your mouth, you could barely even speak as you tried to swallow back the drool that threaten to drip down the corner of your fucked out mouth.

“who’s slut are you, hm?” once again, his jarring tone and vulgarity came out.

“¡solo para ti! siempre para ti!” you chant , repeating it once more at another smack he landed on the now, strawberry flesh off your ass.

“eso bebèsita, all those men can look but, they can’t touch—isn’t that, right?” his question grunts out as his cock rams into you at a relishing speed.

your head was being tugged back as your body recoiled with every vigorous thrust from his snapping hips. your neck began to ache as you struggle to keep looking at him as his hand gripped your hair; unknowing if he can even see you but oh, he definitely can.

your eyes were squeezed shut as your mouth was completely agape, feeling wicked with the cock-dumb haze he put you in.

your body shook as Javíer completely ravished you.

“Javí—yes! fuck ya—” your pussy clenched around him with your fucked out babble.

“amás como te pongo, eh? letting me fuck you right’ere where anyone can see—que suciá.”

“for you—only—fuck—you!” your moans got more strangled out with each worship that left your mouth, his cock completely taking over your membrane; filling your pussy and mind with each hankering momentum.

his cock continued to plunge into you mercilessly, the sound of your each other’s skin slamming against each other with the small deep creaks coming from the moving truck.

Javíer was taking you viciously and relentlessly, his hand let go of the tug he had on your hair before finding its way around your neck, squeezing ever-so slightly.

all he wishes was to be able to be there with you, every single time you go out, but his job took so much time away from his personal life; it infuriated him, especially today when he seen those little pictures you sent him.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he knew how much you loved him, but it was the people.

he wishes he could keep you like his gun, tucked away and only accessible to him.

you felt his cock pistol into you at a deeper angle, feeling his tip flutter against your cervix causing your tummy to swell in rapture. you weren’t even sure if you were still breathing at this point, only rigid cries and moans leaving your lips.

“please javí! please! s’much—too much!” you could feel your stomach bubble up immense pleasure and overstimulating pain as your walls flared and fluttered around his thick cock as your second orgasm begins to enthrall your body.

“now now, y’can handle the club—you can handle this dick, isn’t that right pequeña?” Javíer hissed and heaved out roughly as he feels his own climax approach him.

he still doesn't stop his hips from hauling into yours as he leans himself down, splaying his clothed chest against your back. you felt his free hand go up through your torso till he found his way to your titties, squeezing each one through your top.

you felt the way his callous big hands burned onto your chest and neck, now feeling hot on your sweating skin. your bodies rocked against each other as you both indulged in thrilling pleasure.

you felt the brim of your climax get closer to shooting through and out your body, pussy clenching once more around Javíer’s coated cock “ándale neña, dámelo” he coos breathlessly as his hips begin to stutter down into a flux pace.

the empty streets echoed with noises of your nefarious act.

you would be damned the minute anyone was to see two of you.

just the unholy thought of someone possibly watching the two of you. the way he had you like this; in a completely immorally beautiful position was enough to have your body skyrocket.

the intense wave that crashed through you as your cries croak out into silence, only now hearing Javíer’s deep groans and grunts in your ear as the grip he has on your throat tightens softly.

he began to reach his own climax as you felt him twitch inside your fluttering walls, milking him through his orgasm completely. your bodies completely melted into each other as you both became breathless together.

you felt the way his load creamed into you, coating your walls and filling you up with his creamy cum as he watches the mix of both your pulpy moisture drip out of your swollen hole.

you were seeing stars as your eyes were squeeze shut as the slight cut-off of oxygen had your mind-boggled and feeling febrile.

the second Javíer feels you turn into mush under him while in his embrace. he immediately pulls out, reality setting him out of his lust possessed-like trance.

he tucks himself away after hiking up your panties and pulling down your skirt. he reached over for his jacket that was in the driver's seat, sprawling it over your lap after he flipped you over; helping your sore and fucked-out self sit.

he immediately checked around to see if anyone had been watching before shutting your passenger door and making his way to sit in the driver’s seat.

he leaned over into you, placing a passionate kiss on your lips as his warm hand caresses your cheek before pulling away, still leaned in close to your lips.

“lo que pasára pequeña, if you wear these tiny mini skirts without around me”

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luvjunie · 7 months

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twirls my hair if you’re taking request uhhh— what about reader with tattoos like a full sleeve and piercings and maybe big hair like a fro, braids something that makes her stand out— basically she’s just real intimidating and popular too fast for her liking she just transferred school and the guys are trying to pounce on her but miles 42 is the one that catches her eye?

— a fresh start

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary: it’s your first day at a new school, and surprisingly, making a friend isn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. wc: 1,853

a/n: changed this up a little i hope you don’t mind! 100% unintentional but when my mind wanders i follow it 😭

Back at Brooklyn High, you were always told by teachers that school wasn’t a venue for your ‘personal fashion show’, but that it was a place for learning. And while you agreed, it wasn’t your fault that you looked the way you did… Well, that’s a lie. But you loved your look, and so did your peers.

While your hair was big and somewhat distracting to others, your dad always told you it reminded him of what your mom’s looked like the first time he met her, so you never bothered to change the way you styled it, no matter how much you dreaded putting it in bantu knots or doing a twist out every three days.

As for your face full of piercings, that was all you. It was something your dad didn’t favor at all, and he definitely didn’t understand how it was ‘a way for you to express and be true to yourself’, but that was the explanation you gave him, and eventually he accepted it. Though begrudgingly— it was still acceptance, so you took what you could get.

The first piercing was your eyebrow, and you’d done it in your bathroom when you were fourteen with a safety pin. One look at yourself in the mirror made you forget all about the throbbing pain radiating from your face, and just a week had passed before you were already thinking of another. You swore to your dad that it’d be the only one, and that you just wanted to try something new; until you wanted to try your belly button, your septum, and both of your nostrils. After that, It’s safe to say that everywhere you went, attention followed.

Expressing yourself through your clothes and accessories was just a part of who you were. And back at Brooklyn High, you were proud of the way you looked.

But you weren’t at Brooklyn High anymore.

The uniforms were drab at Visions academy. Every girl wearing the same two articles of clothing as the other; the same sad story for the boys. And to keep it a buck, if you were comparing visions to your old school, the atmosphere here sure looked a lot like a jail. And if not for the small loopholes you’d managed to locate in the dresscode, it would’ve felt like it, too.

The searing heat of curious eyes followed you the moment you entered the building, and you began to wonder if choosing to stand out on purpose was the best idea after all. It seemed at Visions, that came naturally for someone like you.

For a few reasons other than the ones you could change in five minutes, you didn’t fit in here. Not in the slightest.

With a wavered sigh and your books glued to your chest, you continued on to your first block, tuning out the whispers that were far from hushed.

It took you a little longer than the six minute passing period to discover your History class within the ginormous fluorescent halls, and when you finally stepped foot into the dimly lit room and noticed the Crash Course video playing on the projector, it dawned on you that they were already well into the lesson.

Almost everyone’s head lifted to look at you when you entered. Almost everyone’s head but a kid who was face down, drooling on his desk, and another whose gaze remained welded to a sheet of paper the graphite of his mechanical pencil was scribbling against. The familiarity of crisp parts and blue magic-sheened cornrows stood out to you first, and a small sense of comfort finally washed over you— for a moment.

The video on the projector paused abruptly, and your teacher appeared to be the exact opposite of dazzled at your late arrival. Great.

“Nice of you to join us, miss…?”

“Y/n, sorry…” You cleared your throat and smiled more like grimaced apologetically, the chain clipped to the waistband of your skirt serving as an idle fidget. “Got lost, real big school.”

Mr. Benson, as it read on your printed class schedule, adjusted his glasses when he went to jot something down onto the paper below him. “Alright, y/n. You can sit next to…”

You watched as a few kids straightened up in their seats, attempting to look uninterested enough to play it cool, yet noticeable enough for the teacher to remember they existed and place your seat next to them.

“Morales. Raise your hand.”

The boy in question quietly clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pencil clacking against the wood of his desk when he set it down. It looked like his concentration had been broken, and instead of raising his hand, he lifted his head from where it was damn near nose deep in whatever he was doing, and just stared at you.

His slowed blinks gave you enough grounds to take a gander that he was the ‘Morales’ in question.

A stunted breath and a silent nod later, you made your way through the aisle of desks and smoothly slid into the one a pin-filled backpack had just been removed from.

You’d be crazy to not let your curiosity get the best of you, especially now that you were this close to where the brooding energy was coming from. So once your teacher unpaused the video, you stole a peek over at your new desk neighbor, and noticed that his right arm was now strategically placed over the geometric sketches on his paper.

Seeing as it was already mid-year and you were new to the huge school, you figured it’d be in your best interest to try and make at least one friend. You opened your mouth to introduce yourself to him, until a light tap on your shoulder from behind stole your attention.

“Umm, excuse me?”

You turned around to meet the freckled face of the boy who was sat behind you.

“Hm?”

“Yeah, sorry, but I can’t see over your hair. It’s kinda… in the way.”

It wasn’t necessarily what he said that bothered you, it was how he said it, and the fact that he barely stifled a laugh when he did.

Reclined in his chair with his arms crossed, Miles fought to hide the scowl threatening to twist his lips. The desks in this class were staggered, specifically to avoid the very issue of heads blocking the line of sight, meaning there was no way your hair was actually hindering his view.

“O-oh… Sorry, it does that. Sometimes.” Flustered, you nervously tried to press your hair down a little without ruining its shape, the one that took you a whole hour to achieve just this morning.

Miles assumed you were the girl his classmate was blabbing about just before the bell rung, remembering the brief yet detailed explanation of ‘fresh face, big hair, decked out uniform and kinda cute’. Poking fun at you must have been his pitiful attempt at flirting.

Miles suddenly spoke in your defense, eyes remaining on the screen in a bored daze.

“It’s not her fault you 5’2, James. Drink some milk when you get home, maybe you’ll have a growth spurt.”

You sent an inquisitive glance his way and kept it there. You hadn’t thought about what you expected his voice to sound like, or that the first time you’d hear it would be because of him defending you, but this was definitely a pleasant surprise. His voice was so smooth it put silk to shame, and it was a bit low, too, as if he’d just woken up a few minutes ago. Yet it didn’t sound as if he’d quieted his voice on purpose; something that led you to believe he was usually this soft spoken.

“Shut up, Miles.” James grumbled.

“Ain’t my fault you can’t flirt for shit. I’m tryna help you out.”

Some surrounding students close enough to hear the retort had snickered, and a laugh managed to leave your mouth before you could prevent it, resulting in a loud “SHHHH!” from the front of the class.

“That’s funny?” Miles’ hazel eyes floated over to you, swirling with mirth and pinning you in place.

He was joking, but his tone probably didn’t give off that vibe, seeing as you were gawking at him like a deer in headlights.

“I’m messin’ with you,” A small grin played on his face. “I’m Miles.”

“Oh,” an awkward chuckle relaxed your shoulders. “Y/n.” you responded quietly.

“Yeah… I know.” There was a hint of a chuckle beneath his voice. It seemed you’d forgotten that you revealed your identity to everyone just minutes ago.

But you couldn’t help it, you’d never seen a boy quite this pretty before, with lashes long enough to make you jealous and a smile you were certain owed its beauty to genetics, and not an expensive set of middle school braces.

He had six freshly done straightbacks with curved parts, and two clear beads hanging onto each tail that sat a little below his shoulders. It was then that you noticed the medium sized, gimmering stud he sported on his ear, and you deemed it safe to assume his other ear had the same. Cute.

Still feeling the heat of your eyes on his temple long after he’d averted his attention, Miles curiously glanced back at you, then teasingly nodded his head towards the front of the room.

“Pay attention,” he whispered, that same molten look in his eyes. “I don’t share notes.”

—

Class went by in a bit of a haze, to no surprise. It was extremely difficult to pay attention when the fear of your possibly-misshapen fro was on your mind. Today happened to be the one day you’d decided you didn’t need to bring your pick to school, the image of it sitting on your dresser emitting a disappointed sigh from you.

The tinny screech of chairs brought you back to the present, where class had been dismissed and students were shoving papers into their backpacks and shuffling out the doorway, all in a hurry to their next block.

Miles stood up from his seat, appearing to be in no rush.

“I like your hair, by the way.” he observed randomly. “Cool piercings, too.”

The compliment eased your nerves completely. It was genuine, as if he knew you were still thinking about what happened earlier.

“Thank you,” Tucking your notebook away, you looked up to see him sling his backpack over one shoulder. “for defending me earlier, too.”

“S’ no big deal.” he shrugged, but it was, to you.

“Cool braids, by the way.” you parroted through a lighthearted smile.

“Thanks,” Miles’ eyes panned to the floor when he felt himself grin. A habit of his you’d already managed to pick up on in your short knowing of him.

“I’ll catch you later.” He deemed with a two-fingered salute, other hand burrowing into the pocket of his pants.

Rising to your feet, you gave a small wave and watched as he headed out into the crowded hallway with the others; feeling a little less nervous to come to history class tomorrow.

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"It's Forced Conforming. That's What's Killing The Kids"

ID under the cut

1.Eddie - freakin’- Munson

The aesthetics.

2. D&D. The Hellfire club

The "Hellfire Club" is an official D&D club at Hawkins High School. Membership came with a degree of protection, but demanded loyalty to campaign nights. Members of the club both create and wear white raglan shirts with black long sleeves, finished with the Hellfire Club name and logo on the center. Hellfire Club is hosted in a drama/theatre room.

MEMBERS:

Eddie Munson († - Head) Mike Wheeler Dustin Henderson Lucas Sinclair Erica Sinclair(substitute) Gareth Jeff "Freak"(unnamed)

3. The Sweetheart

Custom 24 fret, supercharged NJ Warlock with B.C. Rich Pickups, Floyd Rose Tremolo and jumbo frets.

(*description taken from official B.C. Rich Instagram)

The B.C. Rich Warlock is both an electric guitar and bass guitar made by B.C. Rich. It features a distinct jagged shape and two humbucker pickups. It was designed by company founder Bernie Rico in 1969.The introduction of the Warlock in 1981 marked the beginning of B.C. Rich's rise to iconic status in heavy metal. The confluence of B.C. Rich's far-out designs and the emerging hair metal culture of the late '70s and early '80s helped cement the brand's place in the market. Over the years since its introduction the Warlock has become a de facto image of a heavy metal guitar.

4. Corroded Coffin

THE BAND

Corroded Coffin is Eddie Munson's band that plays in Hawkins, Indiana. It consists of four students from Hawkins High School. They have rehearsals in Gareth’s garage and perform at The Hideout club on Tuesdays and usually get a crowd of about five drunks.

DRUMS - Gareth. Plays Sabian B8 crash and B8 Pro ride cymbals, Zildjian ZBT hi-hat (all models of 2010’s btw) and black Gretsch drum kit.

BASS GUITAR - ‘Freak’ (unnamed). Plays 4-String Squier Bullet bass by Fender.

RHYTHM GUITAR - Jeff. Plays Peavey T-15.

5. Sweet old tatties

ALL TATTOOS: DESIGN by @1sutton1; CONCEPT by @amylforsythe

THE BATS -back of the right forearm

THE PUPPETMASTER - inner side of the right forearm

THE WYVERN - back of the right arm

THE SPIDER - left side of the сhest, under the collarbone

THE DEMON - under the spider tattoo

(*names of the tattoos are taken from the Amy’s instagram)

6. The chains

RIGHT HAND. Chain bracelet with two rivets leather clasp.

LEFT SLEEVE. Accessory chain over the zipper.

VALLET CHAIN. Accessory first came to prominence with biker subcultures during the '50s, created to keep the wallets intact. Soon become popularized by the early pioneers of '70s punk, who not only incorporated them into their way of dress as a means to prevent pickpocketing along with securing their stash while flailing about in mosh pits, but also promoted them as a fashion accessory. Eventually was adopted by variety of music subcultures that spawned after punk: goths, rivet heads and a multitude of heavy metal enthusiasts. throughout the '80s.

7. The rings

LEFT HAND. Three biker rings of G&S Jewellery company, casted in bronze, silver plated.

On the index finger: a cross and 4 small skulls ring On the middle finger: a hog head ring. On the ring finger: big skull ring.

RIGHT HAND. On the ring finger: jewelry ring, oxidized metal and black (most likely, obsidian or onyx) gemstone.

(*rings company is identified by smart dudes of Internet)

8. Patches & pins

PINS:

Judas Priest (English heavy metal band)

W.A.S.P. ( American heavy metal band)

Accept (German heavy metal band)

Mercyful Fate (Danish heavy metal band) album, “Don’t Break The Oath”(1984)

PATCHES:

LEVIATHAN CROSS PATCH - Alchemical symbol for black sulfur, associated with the fire and brimstone of Hell. Also known as 'Satan's Cross'

MOTORHEAD PATCH - "Hammered Cut Out" design, with Snaggletooth (official band’s mascot)

IRON MAIDEN PATCH - "Eddie the Head" (official band’s mascot)

MEGADEATH PATCH - band logo

DIO BACK PATCH - album “The Last in Line”(1984)

(*Accept and Mercyful Fate pins are identified by smart dudes of Internet)

9. & other cool accessories

GUITAR PICK - on a neck ball chain

THE WATCH - CASIO w 700 (548 module), 100 m water resist, alarm, chronograph

BLACK BANDANA (or handkerchief) with white skull and bones pattern. Although bandanas are a common accessory among metalheads, it’s interpretation within the LGBT community should also be taken into account. According to the Hanky code, it means that Eddie is top (left pocket placing) and into S&M (black color).

10. Dexterous hands

Proficient guitar playing (A.K.A. slaying)

Advanced hotwiring

11. The Hair

No, that’s it. It’s just gorgeous.

(*all the accessories and musical instruments are identified by me, if not stated otherwise)

END ID.

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baeshijima · 27 days

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as if i dont have enough wips to think abt, the thought of figure skater!blade is in my head....

like,,,, just imagine him in the figure skating attire, in a form-hugging black muscle tee which flatters his physique and grey sweats during practice, in a pretty black or navy body shirt with matching slim-fit trousers — should there be any accessories other than his signature mismatch pair of earrings, it would consist of gold trimmings and crimson accents for small, intricate detailings, sometimes a few sequins or crushed jewels would be added depending on the genre of performance.

(oftentimes he will silently revel in your awe at each of his new costumes, his confidence boosting at your approval. if you're there to watch his practice in the rink, he will go the extra mile to show off in hopes of impressing you. if no one else is occupying the rink, he will skate his way over to you before taking your hand, pulling you along with him after getting you into your own pair of skates, his hand entangled with yours as he gently spins you into his arms. he doesn't let go of you; if you fall and tumble onto the ice, then he will gladly go down with you if it means he can still hold you.)

imagine him with his hair in differing styles; sometimes he will leave it loose and flowy, other times he will have it styled in a half-bun or ponytail. during competitions he will have a hair ornament more often than not, one which compliments his chosen costume and genre, with fans wondering how secure it must be to not fall out with all the jumps and spins he does.

(if you ask, he will let you play and fiddle with his hair. he finds himself relaxing at your slightest of touch, the tenseness of his muscles melting away from your warmth, scent, and laughter. sometimes he will ask for you to be the one who styles his hair before a competition, proudly wearing the hair ornament and style you yourself chose for him. if anything, he finds himself performing better when there is a remnant of you with him out on the rink.)

imagine him in a big puffer jacket, his mask-covered face tucked behind the collar with his hands stuffed into the pockets as he makes his way to the venue. it is all-white with black trimmings and stops just below his knees. there's not a moment where he isn't seen without it — as he walks to the venue, as he waits for his turn to come up, as he goes about in public, as he sits in the 'kiss and cry' awaiting his score from the judges, as he slouches against his chair in the changing room before and after his performance; the only time he is seen without his signature puffer jacket is when he is on the rink.

(blade likes the sight of you in his clothes, his puffer jacket in particular. he likes the way it swallows you in your entirety, the way your eyes shine and laughter tinkles with delight makes his heart swell when showing him how far past your hands the sleeves go, and the way both your conjoined hands easily fit inside his pocket, to name a few. but most of all, blade likes the way your scent lingers on the fabric, eventually developing a habit of burying his nose along the inside collar to bask in what remains when you can't be with him pre-competition. in those moments, he makes a mental reminder to have you wear it again so that your lingering perfume can refresh.)

yeah... figure skater!blade.....

#blade in a muscle tee never fails to do smth to me like i need that image OUT of my head but it refuses to go #i want to write a full longfic of this au.... oh no.......#someone sedate me. pls. i cant handle this anymore.#sophie talks : concepts <3 #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr imagines

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starryjuicebox · 1 month

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Pull My Strings

Pairing: (Soft) Ascended!Astarion x F!Reader Word Count: 2.1k Warning: 18+, Explicit. PiV. Creampie. Fluff and smut.

Summary: A special day in your life with Astarion.

Another day in paradise—the sun kisses your pale skin as it greets the world in a dazzling hello. Beside you, your lover stirs, opening a bleary crimson eye. “Good morning, darling.”

You run a hand through his soft white curls, laughing a little. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

While Astarion didn’t really “sleep”, over the many years you had been together, he seemed to have grown more relaxed in his trances with you by his side.

Unlike you, he was still very much not a morning person; evidenced by his burrowing back underneath the cozy covers of your shared bed. You cuddle up to him, frigid skin absorbing the warmth from his body. Long since used to this behavior (though he had nearly jumped out of his own skin the first time you snuggled after his ascension), he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“It’s a special day today,” you tell him excitedly.

He merely hums in response, stroking your hair. “Is that so? And what’s so special about today?”

The nerve! How could he have forgotten? You stare at him, mouth open, before turning away. The two of you had lived together for so long, why had he forgotten this year? Throughout the millennia that you and Astarion had lived in Baldur’s Gate, you had witnessed the rapid advancement of technology and society. The world around you changed so much, but every year on this day, he always had something special planned just for you.

Astarion’s hands come to rest on your hips, before pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard outline of his length pressing into your clothed core. “My love, what’s gotten you so upset?” Astarion croons into your ear, grinding against you.

Your lips curve downward into a pout. “I’m struggling to come up with an idea for my next book. I was supposed to announce the summary today.”

That was only a half-truth. While inspiration did elude you for the time being, your lover’s ignorance was a far greater crime. You celebrated your birthday together every year, and yet Astarion seemed to have completely forgotten this time!

“We could come up with some…ideas together,” his voice drips with honey as he pinches one of your nipples through the fabric of your nightgown.

Frowning, you push his hands away and sit up. If he wasn’t going to celebrate your birthday with you, at least you could get some work done. That would mean spending your day productively, even if your stupid vampire lord husband had forgotten.

Grabbing your tablet off the nightstand, you open a document and begin typing out some potential story threads in an impromptu brainstorming session. Sex pollen, maybe? Ugh, no. That one had already been done plenty of times. Beach sex? No thanks, just thinking about sand in your vagina made you cringe.

“That’s a ‘big ass’ iPad, my dark consort,” Astarion says, interrupting your thoughts and looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing. Though his speech and mannerisms did not change no matter how much time passed, you did try to do your part in teaching him the more…updated lingo.

You stifle your laughter. “A present from you, two years ago.”

A birthday present to be more precise.

Despite your hint, Astarion the Ascendant Ignoramus does not seem to get it, and merely hums.

You stare at the document. The mostly blank page stares back at you.

“Fuck it,” you grumble, powering off the device. You couldn’t just will good ideas into existence, so you might as well get a start on the day.

Heading over to the massive walk-in closet, you gasp as a beautiful ensemble greets you. A red and black corset dress paired with a puff-sleeved bolero jacket hangs neatly in front of the mirror. Both pieces are exactly your size, and have clearly been designed with you in mind. Matching platform boots with a silver bat accessory sit beside the outfit, and you scratch your head. How long has this been here? You call out over your shoulder, “Hey, when did you get this for me? I love it!”

“Anything for you, my darling,” comes his cool response. Your question remains unanswered.

“Well…thank you.” This was certainly a surprise, but since he hadn’t even mentioned your birthday, it surely was a fluke. Astarion often surprised you with random presents anyway. Once upon a time, the gifts had been difficult for you to accept, but over the years, Astarion had worn you down. Spoiling you was very much one of his love languages. There were never any strings attached, and no expectation of something in return.

You try on the outfit, and it seems to have been tailored exactly for you. A very tiny ‘A.A.’ is stitched onto the inside, and warmth floods your heart. Astarion hadn’t just ordered the clothing for you; he’d made it. That made the present all the more special.

When you walk over to the vanity, a brand new eyeshadow palette immediately catches your eye. Suspicion floods your mind. What is going on? The brand is one of your very favorites. Most of the palette consists of beautiful neutral colors that match most of the clothing you own, but there were also gorgeous duochrome shades as well.

“Sublime, just like you, darling.”

You whirl around to see Astarion leaning against the wall with a self-satisfied smirk.

“What’s the occasion?” Did you dare to hope that he had remembered?

“There has to be a special reason to give my treasure gifts she deserves?”

The disappointed sigh in your throat is swallowed down. It wouldn’t be right to seem ungrateful, after all; these were really thoughtful presents. “Thank you.”

Carefully fixing your makeup (and definitely indulging in the brand new palette), you turn to select your favorite perfume and gasp softly. An unfamiliar heart-shaped pink glass bottle only labeled “Little Love” grabs your attention. A soft voice whispers in your ear, “smeared lipstick and warm, flushed skin—vanilla, orris root, violet, sugar, cetalox, skin musk, and safraleine. Scents that remind me of you, my love. Go on, give it a try.”

Spraying some on your wrist, you delicately sniff the concoction. “Oh!” It smells exactly as Astarion had described. You love it.

“I made it; I really did miss my calling as a perfumer,” he drawls, examining his nails.

“...Thank you.” You didn’t want to inflate his already massive ego any more, but these presents were really nice. It was also pretty strange that they appeared all at once. Did you just miss them before? That wouldn’t be possible, right?

Dabbing the perfume on your other wrist, you carefully close the bottle and stand up to fix some breakfast.

“No dry oats for you today, darling. I already have something just for you.”

How had he reached the kitchen ahead of you? Astarion stands there, holding a massive cake, topped with a single candle. Three tiers of rainbow-flecked vanilla birthday cake, layers of creamy frosting and crunchy crumbs, each topped with rainbow sprinkles. It is absolutely ridiculous to just have between the two of you. But it’s your favorite, and you know he ordered it just for you.

“Happy Birthday, my dear.”

Your hands fly to your mouth. The silly man was just pretending he had forgotten all about your birthday this whole time?

While you are busy contemplating how to both smack and kiss him at the time, he pulls you into his arms and sits down, placing you onto his lap.

“Open your mouth, little love.”

Astarion cuts a slice of cake for you and feeds it to you. It tastes like a little piece of heaven.

“...I thought you’d forgotten,” you admit, after swallowing the bite of cake.

“Oh, you wound me!” He places a hand on his chest theatrically. “I would never forget such an important day.”

You smile at him. Other than his nonchalant behavior earlier today (which had clearly been just to tease you), he was right; he had never forgotten any of your birthdays.

After you finish the slice of cake, he places the rest of it into the refrigerator. “Now, pet, let’s play a little game.”

“Oh? What game?”

Over the course of the millenia you had been with him, there were all sorts of little games and activities you two had to keep things fresh and interesting.

“You’ll try to chase me, and if you catch me…I’ll give you another present.”

You nod. “It’s on, then.”

This would be a breeze for you; you had always been faster than him to begin with.

His lithe form shifts into one of a small black bat.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” You cry out, as Bat-starion takes off flying back towards the bedroom. Keeping up is a walk in the park for you, but he stays just out of your reach. “Hey!!!”

Pouting at him, you take a running leap and grab the bat with both hands, landing perfectly on your feet.

“Gotcha.”

Soft fur ripples back into warm flesh as Astarion returns to his regular form. “Well done, my dear. As promised…another present.” A pink candy is pressed against your lips, and you open them to taste the sweet and tangy flavor of berry lemonade… your favorite!

Eyes widening, you look at him.

“I did order several tubes of these, but I hid them around the palace. You’ll have to go find them yourself later. Now, there is one last present for you.”

“What is it?”

You had already gotten a new outfit, makeup, perfume, cake, and candy. What else could Astarion have possibly gotten you?

“Me.”

Stepping away from you with crimson eyes glinting, his pale fingers slowly unbutton his jacket. You don’t need to breathe, but find yourself holding your breath anyway.

His jacket becoming a red and black silken heap on the carpet, Astarion then begins removing his shirt. Inch by inch, the smooth, pale chest you are all too familiar with is revealed to you.

The dress pants are next. Astarion leisurely unbuckles his belt, before sliding the trousers down his perfect legs.

“Precious thing; you always stare so eagerly,” he teases you with another smirk, palming his thick length through the fabric of his underwear.

“Well, you are putting on quite the show. Now, are you going to give me my present, or do I have to take it myself?”

He chuckles. “My, my. So impatient.”

You cross the room to rest your forehead against his, before pressing your lips together. Sliding his hands into your hair, he deepens the kiss, before pulling away and gently nipping your bottom lip. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Well, it’s my birthday. And I want good things without waiting.”

Closing the distance between you once more, you claim his lips in another kiss.

The floor beneath you falls away as you are swept into his arms. “Oh, I can refuse you nothing.”

He tosses you gently onto the soft bed. Astarion may be well-versed in keeping a cool and collected facade, but you’ve been his lover for over a thousand years. The man is just as eager as you are.

Crawling atop you and capturing your lips in a searing kiss, he palms your breast through your clothing. You can feel your nipples stiffening, eager for his warm touch. Astarion kisses down your throat and chest, unfastening the corset along the way.

He gently nips at your hardened peak with his teeth, before latching on and sucking hard. You moan, running your fingers through his soft hair as he moves onto the other nipple.

“Take me now,” you pant at him. He’s already made you wait for so long.

“As you wish.” Moving back up to meet your lips with his again, deft fingers push your lacy panties aside. Astarion slides into you with one smooth, confident thrust.

You groan in unison as he sets a punishing pace, likely in part caused by your impatience. Your walls flutter around his thick cock as he snaps his hips into you. Locking your ankles behind his hips, your nails dig into his back. Each thrust brings a familiar stretch, and you love every second of it. Your bodies slot together like perfect pieces of a puzzle, born from so many years of lovemaking. He knows your body as well as his own.

Reaching between your bodies, he rubs at your clit with practiced fingers. You’re close. So close. A spark of pleasure rising to dizzying heights.

“Come for me.”

You shatter. There is nothing but the wave of ecstasy washing through you.

His hips stutter as he follows you with a groan. Warmth floods your insides as you lay there, panting from exertion.

“Now let’s freshen up and greet the day, my love. Here’s to another year in our eternal lives.”

You decide that tonight, you’ll go for round two.

#astarion fanfic #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x you #fluff #astarion fluff #astarion smut #ascended astarion #ascended astarion x tav #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin

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chere-indolente · 3 months

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At the Theater

It's me again ! I won't rest easy until I'm done filling the gaps in my 1880s wardrobe and evening wear sure was a big one. So here, come and look at these 1870's / 1880's evening bodices, 4 of them ! You're welcome, just don't use them for gardening or the historical fashion police will be on your back ❤️

More pics and download below

This set was inspired by 2 of Mary Cassatt's paintings : as referenced in the title, At the Theater, 1880 and Woman in a Loge, 1879.

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These 2 bodice are the ones that are most inspired by Mary Cassatt's paintings, but it's also a style I've seen a bunch in other impressionist paintings of the time. It's a simple sleek bodice with off the shoulder sleeves and a low rounded collar as was fashionable in the late 1870s and early 1880s.

It is specially made to be worn over my bustle skirts. An overlay is included to change the bow's color.

74 swatches for the bodices : 22 solids, 10 floral, 6 plaid, 25 striped & 11 polka dot patterns

22 solid swatches for the bow overlay

the bow overlay is in the right wrist section

Disclaimer :

1 -be aware there will be some distorsion in the armpit area, I did my best but armpit weights are tricky.

2 - the patterned swatches will not be seamless in that same armpit region as you can see below it's quite cluncky :

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This bodice, like the name implies, is inspired by Rococo fashion. The Rococo style dates back to the 18th century and it had a bit of a revival during the victorian era which impacted the fashion as much as the interior decor among other things. This influence, here, results in a squarish neck line and a triangle piece reminiscent of 18th century stomachers.

Like the the plain and bow bodices it has been specially made to be worn over my bustle skirts. An overlay is included to change the trim's color.

74 swatches for the bodice : 22 solids, 10 florals, 6 plaids, 25 stripes & 11 polka dots patterns

22 solid swatches for the Rococo trim overlay

the Rococo trim overlay is in the right wrist section

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This bodice was mostly inspired by some fashion plates from 1880.

Contrary to the 3 others, I made it so it sits under the skirt, so it'll work with other bottoms than my bustle skirt too should you want to.

74 swatches for the bodice : 22 solids, 10 florals, 6 plaids, 25 stripes & 11 polka dots patterns

62 swatches with various color combinations for the flower overlay

the flower overlay is in the right wrist section

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In addition to the flower accessories from my previous set, here is a boutonnière that sits lower on the chest to work with lower neck lines. Contrary to my previous boutonnière, this one is also compatible with necklaces. Like my other flower accessories, this is a pretty timeless accessory as evidence by the picture below.

Once again this is an edit of @the-melancholy-maiden's Hair Flowers Through the Ages Part 2 thanks to her very open TOU.

not compatible with hats

in the nose piercing section (so that it's compatible with necklace)

51 swatches : the-melancholy-maiden's original 29 colors and my 22 colors

available for female frames

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Download : dropbox — simfileshare

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And as a little bonus some of my reference main reference pictures :

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hotdogdynamitezzz · 1 year

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Your Fashion and Style Guide

Pt.1

Part 2 (Libra - Pisces) Here

Use your Rising & Venus sign!

Aries:

Prioritizes comfort but doesn't compromise for their fashion style

Absolutely rocks streetwear & athleisure

Prefers sporty fits the most!

Looks best in red & black clothing

Their style always has some sort of edge to it

Big on grunge and vintage rockband t shirts

They love combat boots and they generally prefer flame or camo print clothes

This sounds odd but they kinda remind me of a racecar aesthetic?

Very Sharp with their fashion choices

They look great in leather jackets

A bold colour paired with a neutral for a high contrast look suit them best

They love the rockstar or baddie aesthetic

Looks ~

Taurus:

They have three modes, classy bitches, edgy e-girls & bohemian botanical.

But generally, I see classy and soft the most

Green, Brown, Beige, White, Black, Pink & Red for sensuality.

They love wearing neutrals but they often mix it up with some colour now and again

They usually have some sort of special necklace

A fan of pearls because it's classic

But diamonds are their best friends too ofc

Fuzzy & Fluffy cardigans or sweaters have their heart, especially the white and brown colours

They are into floral and flannel patterns

Their favorite colour options are brown & pink or white & pink 🕊💕

They usually dress more modest but make it look high fashion

They usually like to incorporate silk or a corset into their outfit, being ruled by venus makes them into a sensual and seductive look

Generally they favour comfortable fabrics and silk

Looks ~

Gemini:

I noticed they don't really like dark colours and generally prefer brighter neutrals or colours

They like off-the-shoulder, cold shoulder, cutout tops & cool designs on their shirts whether its long sleeve or not

They choose tops based on the arm style such as balloon sleeves or cutouts

Asymmetrical styles suit them best

Colors are white, bright pinks, and green.

Earrings & Bracelets are their favorite accessories

They like a fairy aesthetic, something that feels whimsical

Likes to switch between feminine and masculine clothing frequently

Very experimental with their clothes

Looks ~

Cancer:

Either soft and girly or moody and dark!

They prefer to keep it modest unless showing off their chest

Their choice of jewelry are pearl necklaces

The shoes they tend to favour are chunky block heels & sandals

Prefers blue, pink & white or black

Soft and flowy clothes like cardigans or kimonos

Knee high socks + sweater dresses look great

They love sweetheart necklines

Into crop tops! Usually silk crops

They like to pair tight clothes with a flowy jacket! Especially if it has a pop of colour

Overall style changes depending on how they're feeling that day

Looks ~

Leo:

Everytime I looked up a Leo rising celebrity that were ALWAYS wearing sunglasses

A fan of sunhats too!

Anything bright & metallic suit them perfectly

They look lavish in silky and shiny materials

They tend to wear fur coats

They like long and sturdy coats in general!

Usually they own big statement jewelry

Everything looks shiny tbh especially their hair.

Sparkly clothes & sequins are their weakness

They could rock sundresses

They look great in animal print, specifically cheetah or leopard.

Bold fashion is their go-to

Even if they wear neutral colours they make sure the texture stands out

Jumpsuits were really popular among them! I think they like to look playful but glamorous at the same time

They will not leave the house unless they look ready for a fashion show lol

Their motive is to standout and turn heads.

Looks ~

Virgo:

Less is more for them

They like simple t-shirts with cute mottos like "be kind" or some shit that HAS to be written in small font or they won't wear it LOL

A Preppy Style & Sweater Vests are their thing

So is gingham print

They rock high-fashion looks

Fake glasses are a cute trend they look good in

A big fan of trench coats and cardigans

They prefer a business casual look

They prefer earthy tones & greens.

They are all about the simplicity in versatility! For instance they usually like black jeans and a white top but the top can be a tube top or a halter top based on what they want that day

They LOVE BLAZERS

Very picky about fashion, I find super bright colors often turn them away

Quality > Quantity for them

A lot of them look great in crop tops, or waist accentuating clothing like kim k is known for

Watches are usually a staple item they prefer

Looks ~

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ccarrot · 6 months

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what made you fall for chuuya?

LOADED QUESTION

let's go through this step by step

1.) his design. there's so much to talk about there!

One thing I really appreciate about harukawa's costume designs is that despite the series taking place in 2010ish, the main cast's outfits have a very old fashioned vibe. like they're from the mid-20th century. very fitting considering that the bsd world is just recovering from a World War event. So we always get a really interesting mix of different time periods when it comes to the fashion in the series.

So i like the classy, timeless aesthetic of the design as i do with most of the characters but i also appreciate how ... punk it its? Like the gloves, the belts, the tie with the buckle, the hat, the FREAKING CHOKER. let's remember that chuuya was a teenager during the 2000s and then look at the edgier elements of his fancy executive outfit

so many layers! so many accessories!!!!!! there's so much happening here but it doesn't look like too much. But the hat especially, it's a really fun call back to the namesake poet but it's such a good identifiable part, instantly makes his silhouette interesting. The big cape/coat too, and to a lesser extent the gloves and cuffed sleeves are really cool features for his silhouette. shame they got rid of the belt and hat chain for the anime. i'm also a weirdo who finds drawing the hat fun

Overall I like his color palette. i'm a bigbigbig fan of warm tones and red/orange color schemes, and chuuya's is that but darker and muted. very nice to look at. I like his hair especially, I like that its long but not really long like when harukawa draws it. I like that he has a weird haircut. I spent a lot of time staring at it to figure out the mechanics of it but settled on 'it looks nice!' I like the color harukawa uses for it the most, a really dull red, bordering on light brown. it's so nice.

2.) his personality!

He acts so cocky, and overconfident. It's fun that he's so expressive. you'd think that a person in his occupation should maintain stoicism (which he can! he's so good at deception if 15, sb and meursault have shown us anything) but i think it's so interesting that he chooses to be more emotive with his expressions.

I think it's interesting that he chooses to be honest and try to play fair against his opponents even though it would be easier to just decimate them without talking things out, (even though that has seriously put him at a disadvantage. i'm thinking about how much easier it would have been for him if he just bust down the hospital and had his squad rush the ada in cannibalism instead of giving them a chance to negotiate). it's cool how he uses earnestness to trick people into thinking they've got an upper hand over him, like in 15-stormbringer. (on that topic though it is rough that he got matched up against ranpo in cannibalism LMAO)

I like how childish and snarky he gets with Dazai. i like how he tries to put on a totally cool put together energy infront of his colleagues (and kenji who's a fan). i like how he looks so done and ever suffering when he's with mori. i like how when he tries trying to put on a neutral face hoshikawa and harukawa draw him looking a little tired and melancholy. just a little extra on the eyebags

Stormbringer chuuya's probably the most compelling to me. If there's one thing that you have to understand about chuuya's character, it's that he's at his core a deeply sad person. <-His ability is called "for the tainted sorrow" after all (delightfully edgy name too btw. it's so dramatic.)

I think a lot of misconceptions about his character come from the fact that despite seeming to be relatively straightforward outwards, he's full of contradictions. If he's happy he'll play it off as aloofness, fear he'll turn to anger, when he's really angry he'll choose not to act on it, and he'll push down his sorrow and grief and make it seem like he's fine and everything is fine. Stormbringer was like an insane crash course in compartmentalization and chuuya went from being consumed by his hopelessness to 'ah guess it doesn't matter.' like damn bro, you actually doing good or are you just saying it?

bonus but i think it's really under talked about how easily he puts on masks. especially cheerful ones because he's got that too. the parallels between him and dazai are insane...

i think about the arcade confrontation scene in the fifteen manga and the tunnel fight too much.

Anyways here's some more chuuya expressions from the mangas because he's got so many good ones and ilovehim

2.5) fun entrances and his not-quite-villainy

I know asagiri has totally abandoned the idea of the Port Mafia being actual villains, but as an antagonist, Chuuya is,,,,,,,, he qualifies because he's in the Port Mafia, i think.

Every time he shows up, he's usually only there to help the ada in a terribly roundabout way (usually on mori's orders). The only time he was genuinely a threat to our heroes was cannibalism . . but he seriously dropped the ball there lmao XD Even though he's a criminal and enjoys a good fight it's nice how killing people and overpowering his enemies isn't really his first option, even though that'd be so easy for him. this one exchange of him and mori is so funny for that reason too, chuuya is so alarmed

another thing i really really find fascinating is how during the Guild Arc, Atsushi got the idea of teaming up with the Port Mafia because he saw Chuuya and Black Lizard defending the streets of Yokohama. It's like Asagiri was literally waving to us and saying hey hey hey they aren't the bad guys and you should want them to succeed.

i hope chuuya and atsushi can meet. they're my favorites.

Overall i think despite him having a limited pagetime, I think it's all used very very effectively (except in cannibalism. but that's a different story). A lot of his actions ultimately aid the heroes more than anything, which is cool for a character who's apparently a key member of the enemy org.

anyways.

3.) his BACKSTORY. strap in.

context time!!!!! when i was first reading bsd (reading bc I started with the manga) i was still mainly hyperfixated on Evangelion and this is very very very relevant.

Neon Genesis Evangelion IF YOU DON'T KNOW (why are you following me if you didn't actually) is a psychological horror disguised as a scifi-mecha anime. It focuses a lot about grief and depression and messed up interpersonal relationships. but it's story is about child soldiers, government exploitation, war trauma, human experimentation etc and the likes. And so to put it REALLY SIMPLY, Chuuya's reminds me of Asuka and Rei and that's one reason why i really hooked onto him. I've joked that he could be a strayed Eva pilot but i am being genuine.

So now that THAT's out of the way. Fifteen & Stormbringer are a very very well crafted side story/prequels that gives a lot of insight to the BSD universe and really narrows in on some of the horror of this world. And I think Asagiri did a very good job with integrating this overarching lore with Chuuya's story arc, and also pacing out these releases. So.. lemme give you a play by play on how I got through this

Chuuya I think was set up from the very start to have a lot of mystery surrounding him. When we first meet him he's a cocky little shit but you're also wondering, "He's dazai's ex-partner? what did that entail? what did they go through?" And then the Lovecraft fight happens and now you're thinking "what the FUCK is corruption and WHY the fuck is corruption?" So you're casually making your way through Bungo Stray Dogs not really seeing much of him until you realize that the light novels exist so time for Fifteen!

And honestly the twist in Fifteen really DID get me too because at that point I started reading Chuuya kinda like. kinda like Naruto, lmao. The "I am Arahabaki" moment was wonderful. But there's something actually horrifying about that scene as well, the way his entire face becomes blacked out when he confesses that he's the one they've been running around looking for for the entire book. the way he completely rejects his own humanity, the way he fights with his hands in his pockets because it puts him at a disadvantage? the way he really does think he's nothing but his powers and the singularity inside him.

^^ something that's really really interesting is that despite being so strong, chuuya sorta sabotages himself a LOT. I do think some of that is intentional but hmmm different story but the abridged version is that even though he feels like he needs to have control over himself, I think he does want others to take that control away from him. And also Chuuya's loyalty , which is his key trait, is really rooted in who takes care of him. So he lets the Sheep take advantage of him, because they took him in, and he chooses the Port Mafia bc they gave him stability and defended him. He 'forgives' Verlaine because Verlaine wanted to do what he thought was best for him. He trust's Dazai with his life because Dazai validated his humanity. ,,

okay so anyways. nothing can begin to explain the sheer brain rot i got over Storm Bringer. Genuinely the most insane thing i've ever read in my life. Especially the lab parts with N, fundamentally altered my brain chemistry. I literally cannot think about chuuya without thinking about it. It's like, psychological horror story and a buddy cop story and a tragedy and a coming of age and the most sci-fi that bsd has ever gotten and it's so much. it's so so so much. wat?

Fifteen-Stormbringer is what REALLY got me hooked on Chuuya's character. Like he was intriguing for me until this, and I'm a weirdo who doesn't always latch onto characters based on vibes alone so i needed A Reason to like him as much as i do and i found it soooooo

4. conclusion! but not really i'm GOING to keep rambling about him in other posts lmao ;D

Chuuya might be a side character but he has SUCH a presence. I have a huge soft spot for protagonist type of characters, i'm a little basic like that but most of my favorites from a lot of fandoms are usually the main characters. And Chuuya might not be the protagonist but he is definitely the hero of another story in a way...

I think i kin him a little bit. maybe a little i can't really tell. Not self aware enough for that 🤔 you tell me.

Asagiri and Harukawa really hit the jackpot with him though

#this is an appreciation post and meta analysis fusion monstrosity #anyways I love lovelovelovleoleobloelboeooeooeoe LOVE CHUUYA NAKAHARA BUNGO STRAY DOGS #ask #bsd #yeah i took this anon as an excuse to ramble about chuuya #bite me or whatever.

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llumimoon · 6 months

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making an AU based off a show based off a doll line means I go WAY TOO HARD on trying to figure out the fits.

here are the designs for the Ever After High AU !!! :D the story this time around is like. WAY too complicated to explain in one post but like the super duper summarized version is this:

For generations the citizens of Ever After have been following the tradition of signing a magical contract in the Storybook of Legends promising to relive their parents' fairytales to keep the stories alive. But there's a bit of an uproar when the newest Evil Queen in ages refuses to follow her destiny and things start to get a little complicated as the students at Ever After High realize that maybe not everything has been played by the book in the past. When Normal breaks a magic mirror he REALLY wasn't supposed to find, his life and story are thrown into chaos. Add in some wildcard Wonderlandians and now nothing's going according to the script. Is a happily ever after really possible?

The AU doesn't follow the show to an exact T, we mostly borrowed some elements and the initial Raven and Apple conflict so there's quite a lot of surprises in store :3c

(EAH AU made by @rindomness, @kaseyskat, and I!! <3 :])

Edit: more designs

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[ID: Four Images of dndads season 2 characters in an Ever After High AU, the first two images being design pages and the last two being doodle pages.

Image 1: A character line up of three designs, from left to right Scary Marlowe, Normal Oak, and Hermie Unworthy. They are each labeled with the fairytale characters they represent, from left to right Evil Queen, Snow White, and Mad Hatter. Hermie has a speech bubble that says "Hello ~ Audience! (yes you looking here)". On the far left Scary stands with her left hand on her hip and her right hand resting palm up with swirlfs of magenta and purple magic coming up from it. She has a serious look on her face and is wearing black mascara and purple eyeshadow. Her hair is various shades of purple to pink and is put up in a side ponytail with a spiky silver hair accessory along with a silver chain around her forehead. She is wearing a black cape with a magenta underside and a sleeveless ankle length dress and long fishnet gloves. The dress has a fishnet neckline and a purple jewel with silver wings on her chest that connects to the hood of her cape. There are chains that connect on he bottom of the jewl to loop around her back. She is wearing a black corset with silver lacing and the bottom of the corset is embellished with silver feathers and a stylized silver crow head. The skirt has a slit down the right leg that is connected with a silver chain and has a dark purple mesh layer on the top half of it. She is wearing black leggings underneath and platform ankle boots that are also decorated with mesh, chains, and lace. She has spiky silver bracelets and fingerless gloves on the back of her hand that connect to a silver ring with a purple gem on her middle finger. To her right stands Normal who is at shoulder length height to Scary and stands up to Hermie's eyes on his left. Normal stands with his right hand up holding a red apple and his left hand playfully posed out by his side. He is smiling cheerfully with an open mouth and has one green and one brown eye. He is wearinf a small tilted red and gold heart shaped crown with a teal bow on the bottom. He has short curly brown hair. He is wearing a white high collared shirt with long sleeves, lace details, and puffy teal shoulders. He has a short red cape attached to a big red bow with gold trip on his chest and a gold apple brooch in the center. He has a brown belt with a gold buckle and gold chains connected to the belt loops. He has puffy teal shorts with three red slits on each side and a white lace trim. He has sheer white tights with white vertical strips and red and white boots with gold detailing and a brown heel. To his left stands Hermie who has his right hand holding a teacup filled with tea at his stomach and his right hand is up to wave at the viewer. He is smirking and has teal hair with various turquoise and pink highlights. He is wearing a purple and magenta striped hat wirh a teal polkadot bow. He also is wearing teal glasses with a circle and square frame with purple and pink lenses and a rose gold glasses chain. He has a striped teal vest that has a long coat tail with pink and purple detailing on the underside. He has a rose gold pocket watch in his vest pocket and a purple and magenta bow on his chest. The collared shirt underneath is a light striped pink and lavender with puffy sleeves that turn into big circle sleeves with a lace trim. He has pink and purple gloves with a magenta ribbon around his wrists. His skirt is mid thigh length and has three layers, the top layer is magenta and has teal and purple polkadots, the second layer is vertically striped with pink and lavender, and the bottom layer is lavender lace, and the whole skirt has rose gold detailing. He has thigh high horizontally striped socks with lace trim and teal, pink, and purple heel boots with purple bows and laces.

Image 2: A character lineup of two designs, zoomed in so that the lower legs are cut off. Link is on the left labeled Prince Charming while Taylor is on the right labeled Queen of Hearts. Taylor has a mischievous smile on his face and his fist in the air as he shouts "Off with their heads!" while Link has one hand up to stifle a laugh and a fond expression and the other hand rests on the hilt of his sword on his belt. Link is dressed in white and gold princely attire that matches Normal's color scheme and a similar but longer red cape and a teal belt sash. He has gold shoulder tassels and a simple golden crown. Taylor has red streaks in his hair and two heart shaped space buns. He also has a golden crown with red heart shaped gems on them, a heart card earring, and a red collar with a heart lock charm. His dress has a high white neck collar that goes around the back of his head and connects to a short jacket with puffy red and black striped sleeves and a white lace trim and golden heart lapel pins connected by a chain. The dress has a sweetheart neckline and is split down to his waist in a V shape in order to mimics the appearance of a white heart on his top. The dress then flares out into a big poofy skirt that has frills at the bottom and has big red and black stripes on it. A sheer top skirt has a white and gold checkered diamond pattern on it. He also has white and red striped tights and black mary janes with a red heel and a golden heart clasp. He's also holding a golden staff with a red heart jewl at the top.

Image 3: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background. Normal is standing with an exasperated expression on his face and is squatting with his arms out shouting "Am I the only one who cares about following our destinies!?". In the bottom left corner Link os holding Taylor in a princess carry, the both of them grinning with their eyes closed. An arrow is pointing at Link that is labeled 'was supposed to be Norm's prince'. Scary is in the bottom right turned toward Normal with her tongue sticking out and her middle finger up. Her bangs obscure her face. Hermie is in the top right looking at the viewer with his hand cupped toward his face saying "Don't worry, he'll figure it out" with a knowing smile. His eyes are obscured by his glasses.

Image 4: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background with a sequence of events that go from left to right down the page. Normal is looking desperately up at Scary and clutching an injured arm while Scary looks concernedly down at Normal with her hands hovering. Behind her stands Hermie who's in a intense thinking pose with a hand on his chin. Scary says "Norm what-" and is interrupted by Normal saying "I need your help. I didn't know where else to go." Hermie has a thought bubble above his head that says "Is this im the script?" The next section has Hermie snapping with his eyes closed saying "I'll make it a comedy then, that'll fix it." The next section shows a loud bang on the door behind Normal who looks surprised and the section after has someone outside the door say "Oh thank GOD," while Normal sighs in relief. The last section has Scary with a frustrated look on her face and her hands up with magic energy coming up saying in all caps "Ok what the fuck is going on." /end ID]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #cal draws #eah dndads au #scary marlowe #normal oak #hermie unworthy #lincon li wilson #taylor swift dndads #described #this au is marloakworthy qpr and romantic swiftli in the B plot LMAO #hermie does have 4th wall breaking powers tehe #and yeah all the kiddads are gonna play a role in the plot #Lark and Sparrow ESPECIALLY.#if u want to know what roles they had before Sparrow was also Snow White while Lark was . the Huntsman .#the destiny usually goes to the oldest sibling but its a bit of a mess when twins get involved #and yeah. Hero does exist. I wonder what happened to her . :]#we also p much made it so Wonderland = Hell since its also a diff dimension from Ever After #which means all the Close Fosters are Alice in Wonderland characters #its very very fun . esp bc they have diff attitudes towards stories and destinies #this au is simultaneously very silly and also very tragic #sorry Norm we gave u the worst complex known to man . idk how it got worse from canon but it did .#marloakworthy get to go through All The Horrors while swifli hold hands and skip through a flower field

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The Heat of Each Season | E. M

Eddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: S.Ex: p in v, blow!ob, p.ssy eating, unprotected sxx (this is a fic, people. Be intelligent). C:ckwarm:ng. Publ!c s$x. Whipped cream. Vulgar vocabulary. And let me know if I forgot something. No mentions of body type, race, hair or eye colour. I MADE THAT BANNER FOR MY BLOG FOR THE +18. I'M PROUD. I'M PROUD OF BOTH EDITS HERE, OKAY??? Hope you like them too.

Word Count: 10K.

BIG MASTERLIST

SPRING

The touch of the sun's gentle rays stirred goosebumps on Eddie's arms, creating an otherworldly sensation of quiet comfort. As the sun's intimate presence made him yawn, he closed his eyes in bliss and stretched his arms towards the sky, attempting to shake off the encroaching weariness. His t-shirt rode up, allowing the sun to kiss his belly, igniting a warm, tingling sensation that coursed through his body.

"Done!" If he hadn't known it was his girlfriend speaking, the angelic voice that reached his ears might have seemed like a delightful illusion on this beautiful April day.

Kneeling a few feet away, you carefully arranged a white blanket on the lush grass. Your face radiated the broadest smile he had ever seen, and your hair and eyes sparkled even more brilliantly under the magnificent sunlight.

Eddie's attention was captivated by your presence. You looked stunning in your white sundress, giving the impression of a fairy or, with the right accessories, a charming pirate. The sundress gracefully ended just above your mid-thigh, with short puffy sleeves that added a touch of playfulness.

One of your dearest wishes had always been to share a picnic in a picturesque field with Eddie, complete with a basket of delicious food and a cake. Eddie had gone to great lengths to fulfil your wish, asking his friends for recommendations on idyllic picnic spots. However, their initial response was laughter, as they struggled to picture Eddie in such a colourful, romantic setting. But deep down, everyone knew that when it came to you, Eddie was willing to make the extraordinary happen.

"Are you hungry?" Eddie's gaze almost had to shield itself from your radiance as you looked up at him. "I've brought a feast." You remained kneeling on the white blanket, and your wooden basket rested nearby as you began to unveil its contents. Eddie was indeed famished, but not just for food.

He hummed with delight, sitting down not too far from you, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your presence. His ringed hand gently found its place on your bare leg, and as he noticed your subtle reaction, a mischievous smirk crept onto his lips. "What delectable treasures have you brought?"

"Strawberries, cherries, croissants," You recited as his thumb, drawing gentle circles on your leg, sent shivers through your skin, and he sensed your deep breath. "Blueberries and pineapple." All the fruits had been meticulously cleaned and chopped before you embarked on your picnic adventure.

"Sounds delicious," Eddie said, shifting closer and parting his lips. He wordlessly conveyed his desire for a strawberry, and you obliged, placing one in his mouth. With intention, he allowed his lips to graze your fingers, and the tip of his tongue traced the path of the strawberry into his mouth. After a moment of savouring the fruity delight, he inquired, "What about the cake?"

"I bought one!" Eddie was well aware that you had taken care of the cake, securing it in his van to ensure it remained pristine during the journey. "It's a strawberry cake with whipped cream and fresh strawberries on top," you added, your eyes shimmering even brighter. Eddie wondered how an angel like you could have fallen for a man like him, but he considered himself fortunate and committed to cherishing you forever.

"Sounds amazing." Eddie's posture exuded calm confidence, which, in turn, made you squirm in your seat. The nervousness you had felt on your first date with him seemed to resurface, making it a challenge to meet his gaze.

"I have another surprise." Eddie's eyes widened slightly as his free hand, the one not touching you, selected a couple of blueberries and popped them into his mouth, inadvertently making a sour face, most likely after encountering a tart one.

You shifted your weight, retrieving a small rucksack you had brought along. Eddie grumbled playfully as his hand slid off your leg. "Look!" You laid out the items you had prepared, and Eddie, initially puzzled, quickly realised what you meant. "I asked Dustin for advice on creating my D&D character."

Eddie erupted into laughter. "No way!" He had been meaning to create a character for you for a long time, especially since you'd been with him at Hellfire Club, observing everyone else playing. He had wanted to involve you but was always too nervous to ask. Now, finally, you were going to be part of it. Even though there might be some protests from others about him assisting you, he was sure it would happen.

"What do you think?" Your grin widened as you saw Eddie's delighted reaction. He, however, didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned in, forcing you to rest on your elbows as he kissed you passionately, his weight resting on top of you; lips pressed together. "I thought about being a Kenku?"

His imagination quickly conjured an image of those creatures—hideous, selfish, and driven by greed for riches and power. It didn't seem right for you. "What about an Aasimar?" You frowned, unsure if you had heard of it before or simply couldn't recall. "They have celestial heritage." A flush crept up your cheeks, reminding you of the angelic nickname Eddie had given you. Eddie proceeded to explain more about Aasimars, and the choice became clear. "All right now," Eddie said, shifting about and grabbing a set of dice. "We use these dice to determine the outcomes of actions and events." He pulled out a twenty-sided die, a d20, and displayed it to you.

Once your character was created, you both reclined on the blanket. Eddie explained some game elements that you had already picked up from watching him play.

He stretched out on his back, his left arm behind his head, basking in the sun with his eyes closed. As you lay on top of him, your body seemed to meld with his; your head resting on his chest, your hand tracing his pectoral, and one of your legs intertwining with his.

"This feels like heaven," Eddie said, his chest expanding as he inhaled deeply. Your proximity allowed you to feel the comforting warmth of the sun above you. Eddie's body felt even warmer as you lay on top of him, his arm curved around you, gently massaging your back. "I never thought I could enjoy the sunlight so much." His words prompted a laugh from you; he sounded like a vampire. "But it feels healing." Indeed, it did. Your stomachs were content, and the sun seemed to cleanse your spirits.

You shifted your head away from Eddie's chest, supporting your weight on your elbows as you gazed at him. His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes casting delicate shadows on his cheekbones, resembling the graceful legs of a spider.

A faint blush tinged Eddie's cheeks, evidence that the sun, though less potent than in summer, had managed to kiss him with its warmth. You realised you'd forgotten to remind him to wear sunscreen or, better yet, to apply it to his face.

Your left hand tenderly swept away the errant locks from his brow, evoking a delighted moan at your soothing touch. Your fingertips caressed his cheeks, their soft strokes like a gentle caress.

Eddie had an inexplicable notion that his cheeks were slightly too round and that they might look better if they weren't. It puzzled you how he could entertain such a thought, as you cherished every aspect of him just as it was. In truth, you found his cheeks utterly endearing and didn't believe they needed any alterations.

The hand that had been stroking his cheek gently cupped it. A tingling sensation coursed through Eddie as he felt your breath brushing against the corner of his mouth. A shadow shielded him from the sun, heightening the anticipation of your face drawing nearer. As your lips met his, his hand descended to your lower back.

The kiss was a slow, passionate dance. Your lips tenderly moistened Eddie's lower lip before playfully nipping at it. He sighed contentedly, eyes closed, unable to resist wrapping his other arm around you. Both hands squeezed your hips firmly through the soft fabric of your white sundress, drawn into the captivating rhythm of your languid kiss.

The kiss gradually intensified as tongues joined in, a harmonious exchange of warmth and desire. There was no battle for dominance, only an insatiable longing to explore each other's mouths and taste each other's warmth and shared passion.

What could anyone possibly dislike about Eddie? You could never get enough of him, never be too close, never be too pressed against his warmth. And, in truth, he felt the same. If it were possible, he would envelop himself in your presence for all eternity.

Eddie unconsciously widened his legs, allowing your lower body to fit snugly between them. As the kiss intensified, an involuntary rhythm developed, and both of you caught up in the magnetic pull of desire.

He pulled you closer to him, his legs parting slightly and his hips instinctively moving in response to the mounting desire, his fingers lightly crinkling the fabric of your dress. He was ready and eager to take control and explore your desires in more profound ways. He intended to see you flushed, your voice pleading for his name. But just as he was about to flip you over, you broke the kiss.

"Let's have some cake," you said, separating your bodies. In seconds, he found himself gazing at the sky, somewhat bewildered. "C'mon, Eddie!"

He sat up, making a conscious effort to quell the urgency stirring within him. He didn't want to give the impression that something was amiss, despite the intense moment you had just shared. As he rose to sit on the picnic blanket, his attention was momentarily drawn to the sight of your bare back, and he couldn't help but notice the alluring way his hands had ruffled your dress, causing it to slip slightly and revealing a teasing glimpse of underboob. He noted that you weren't wearing a bra; the strategically placed pads on the dress ensured that your nipples remained discreet beneath the fabric.

Eddie's heart raced even faster, his body cold and slightly sweaty as he wrestled with his inner impulses. Nevertheless, his left hand's fingers strayed to delicately graze your underboob through the exposed part of your dress at the back. His finger gradually rose, cupping your breast with a gentle squeeze.

You let out a quiet groan, your eyes briefly closing before reopening as Eddie's touch ignited a passionate response. "Eddie," you whispered, almost pleadingly. When you glanced over your shoulder, you noticed that his gaze was fixed on the area he was exploring. "The cake," you reminded him, bringing the focus back to the original intention of your picnic.

"Fuck the cake, angel." His other hand reached your other side, cupping your breasts and squeezing them so hard that he drove your body towards his. Your back met his chest. "You look more appetising." His comments were followed by his tongue licking, sucking, and biting on one of the sides of your neck.

Your glance darted about, checking to see whether there were any other people around. But, even though it was a lovely setting, you were the only ones there. "What if someone comes here?"

"No one will." His mouth climbed, softly nibbling your earlobe and tugging on it with his teeth.

Your head dropped back, resting on one of his shoulders, as he kept licking and nibbling as his hands squeezed, forcing your breasts together, apart, and in circles. Eddie adored your chest. Size didn't matter to him; all that mattered was that they were yours and lovely.

And you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You were drenched.

"Ride me." He'd stopped nibbling your ear to mumble those words, and his hands had dropped, now fiddling with the hem of your panties. "We don't even have to take off all of our clothes." His fingers slid into your underwear, stroking your clit once and making you moan. "I know you want it as well. I can smell you, and I know you'll be wet if I go any further down." He didn't wait for an answer before doing precisely what he stated, searching for the pool between your legs.

"Gosh, Eddie." Your eyes were already moving to the back of your skull. His words, touch, and hip pushing upwards were all compelling. "Uh," the sound came from between your lips as you immediately straddled him, causing his hands to fall from your breasts to your bare thighs, the dress slipping up owing to the position you two were in.

"Which panties are you wearing?"

"Simple white ones."

"Perfect." Eddie's tongue flew out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip, and in an instant, he yanked your underwear off you from one side, the other loosely hanging over your left thigh but allowing him the access he craved.

"Eddie, what the..." He didn't respond or glance at you as his hands moved quickly—really quickly—to remove his trousers and underwear. And he was already erect, the tip crimson, and ready to drop a pearl of cum.

"Ride me, baby." His voice quivered with urgency, and any further delay in reaching the exact location he desired would likely lead to him breaking down in tears. "Please." As his gaze shifted, his attention was captured by his hands firmly grasping your hips, deftly gathering your dress, and at last, my lord, granting him the long-awaited sight of you bare. Eddie didn't mind that you were gleaming and shaven. He adored everything you did down there. Sometimes you had a bush, sometimes you trimmed it, and sometimes you let it bare.

You placed your hands gently on his shoulders as your gaze followed his, and without hesitation, you positioned yourself atop him. Your right hand shifted to his shaft, holding it, squeezing it slightly, and causing him to gasp before pressing his tip against your clit. You were dizzy just from his flesh on yours. "Put it inside, c'mon, angel." Eddie urged you.

As you descended, a magnificent symphony of emotions and sensations blossomed within you, his cock pulsating inside you as you took in all of him. Eddie was slender and long, with a small curvature that appeared to strike your sweet spot. Nevertheless, he comprehended precisely how to respond to your body's cues.

You were poised to shift your position with your knees on the ground, but Eddie's grasp on your hips tightened. "Hold on." His sparkling eyes refocused on you, and he couldn't resist planting a tender kiss on your lips. "Just give me a moment, or I'll lose control right away." You couldn't help but smile at his words, savouring the influence you had over him, mirroring the effect he had on you. "Tits."

You swiftly lowered the top of your dress, uncovering your chest while still wearing your sleeves. Eddie attached his lips to your right nipple and began to suck on it, and as his tongue left it to attend to your left one, he gave you the signal to begin moving.

And so, you acted upon your desire. Your lips parted, but no words escaped. His mouth also opened, granting greater access to your left breast.

"Gosh." You could feel his robustness, warmth, and even the little veins that adorned his shaft. "I feel so full."

Your initial encounters had been characterized by timidity. The first two times you shared this intimate connection, you were both inexperienced, bashful, and awkward. However, by the third encounter, the dynamics had drastically changed. You had become inseparable, insatiable, and brimming with a multitude of desires and experiments you longed to explore together.

Eddie let out a low, guttural groan and closed his eyes, allowing his back to fully recline against the ground as you continued riding him. Because of your position, you were able to move your hips sensually and hard. Eddie's hands naturally returned to your hips, as your own gently settled on his chest.

Your soft whimpers compelled him to open his eyes, anticipating a flushed expression, but what he found exceeded his expectations. Your brow was glistening with sweat, and your hair clung to it, adding to the intensity of the moment. As you bounced on him, your eyes closed and your lips parted as petite whimpers abandoned you while your tits bounced in an addicting and hypnotic manner. The sun had dipped just slightly, casting a wonderful light upon your back, creating the illusion of a radiant halo enveloping your entire form. It was as if you were an angel descended from the highest reaches of heaven. Or perhaps, in Eddie's mind, you were Lucifer's favoured, sent to beckon him into the depths of Hell. Truth be told, Eddie didn't need much convincing. A simple word from you was all it took.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You look stunning." You were ruining him, wrapping your arms around him, and dripping on his balls. He was going insane. "Does it feel good, angel?" His hands rose once again, both squeezing your nipples. "I can't have my angel not feeling like she is back in heaven." You let out a loud moan and your motions grew frenetic. "Of course, sweetheart, use me. Use me to blow yourself up. Make use of me to obtain what you desire."

"Fuck, Eddie. Please, more."

He chuckled, sweating as well. "Do you want more? What exactly do you want me to tell you?" You spoke, but it sounded like unintelligible gibberish to him. "Do you want me to tell you that I'm insane right now? That if it meant being buried within you for the rest of my life, I would surrender my soul to whomever? That I'm holding myself back so I don't pound you down because I want you to come first?" Eddie's right hand instantly ditched your right breast to hold the hair on the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. "That I can't wait to unleash my load in you?"

"Please, Eddie. Please don't hold back." You seized his cheeks and, momentarily pausing your actions, initiated a passionate, demanding kiss. Your tongue delved into his mouth, leaving him breathless. Eddie allowed this for about two minutes before impatience overtook him, and he couldn't resist the urge to be more assertive and respond in kind.

Eddie had your back in seconds and grasped your hips so tightly that you were certain it would leave marks. "Fuck yeah." His thrusts were relentless, full, and brutal. In that intense moment, you questioned whether you were quivering or if the entire world was trembling along with you.

Sensing him within you, the touch of his skin against yours, even though it was slick with sweat, transported you to another realm. It wasn't until several minutes later that you became aware of something sticky on your back, causing you to chuckle. "Shit, Eddie."

Upon hearing your giggle, his gaze seemed to momentarily break away from the euphoria you were both sharing, only to unveil something white on your shoulders and in your hair. He had accidentally smeared cake on you.

Eddie grinned at the scene, but his thrusts continued unabated. He spotted the crushed cake beneath your right shoulder and quickly scooped up a small piece, playfully bringing it to your lips. "Open." He gently nudged your lips with his knuckles, causing the piece of cake to slide into your mouth. "Is it good?" Your lips encircled his fingertips, your tongue twirling around the cream and sucking his fingers clean. "Is it?" His second query was accompanied by him burying himself deeply and viciously in you because you had not answered his initial query. A strong push.

"Fuck yeah." Your back arched, enabling him even more access than seemed conceivable. "It's so good, Eddie." The cake and him banging you.

He laughed, and the hand that had placed the cake in your mouth took another piece, spreading it on your breasts. His face then neared them, licking and sucking you clean. "Mmmh, best cake I've ever tried." He then licked his hand clean of any cake remnants and swiftly let that hand drop to your clit, stroking it with his fingers. The sensation of the rings added a hint of coolness and a subtle edge to the mix, enhancing the overall pleasure.

"I'm so close." You groaned, your hands grasping and toying with your chest. "Oh my God, Eddie. Oh, Eddie, please." Your whimpers grew louder, evolving into unintelligible sounds of pleasure. The intensity of your arousal was so overwhelming that it felt as though you were on the brink of losing consciousness.

You were soon fluttering around him, achieving your intended climax, and Eddie continued thrusting as you hit your peak. His hand then left your clit after ensuring your satisfaction and curled around you, and his hip motions got sloppy. "Shiiit." The climax seemed to stretch on as his breathy words brushed your ear. He could sense your climax washing over him, and with a low, guttural grunt, he joined you, a burst of light flickering across his vision as your fluids and his intermingled. He then collapsed on top of you, and your hands slipped beneath his shirt to tenderly stroke his back, both of you overcome by exhaustion. Meanwhile, his throbbing and pulsating member remained nestled inside you.

Another gasp escaped your lips as your fluids trickled from within you, running down your slit and brushing against Eddie's tightly pressed testicles, nestled against your labia.

His mouth left a mark on the sensitive spot on your neck, a blend of affection and desire. "I hope this picnic was everything you had hoped for."

He planted a tender kiss on your lips, and you replied, still catching your breath. "It was even better than I imagined."

"I love you," he whispered, affirming his feelings.

You smiled. "I love you too."

SUMMER

"Hey, kids, watch out!" Max and Eleven playfully hurled handfuls of sand at Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin as soon as they stepped onto the beach. Steve couldn't help but shout, "Did we really think this was a good idea?"

Steve chuckled and scratched his head, scanning the beach to find a suitable spot for the two large beach umbrellas you had brought. "Definitely not."

Jonathan, grinning, pulled off his shirt and gave Nancy a quick kiss before lending Steve a hand with the umbrellas.

Steve's new girlfriend, April, quietly helped Robin and her girlfriend, Vickie, arrange the bags and coolers on the sand.

Eddie, ever the straightforward one, growled as he yanked off his shirt. "I'm not here to babysit. I'm here to swim, roast in the sun, and admire my stunning girlfriend in her new bikini." Robin couldn't help but chuckle at his blunt honesty.

The kids, filled with youthful enthusiasm, sprinted into the water, their laughter and shouts echoing in the warm beach air. It was a delight to watch them revel in carefree joy, with Nancy and Jonathan following suit and Steve and April not far behind. Meanwhile, Robin and Vickie relaxed on a towel in the sunshine, their hushed conversation blending with the sounds of the sea, basking in the golden glow of the setting sun.

Eddie had already changed into his swim trunks and was comfortably settled in a reclining beach chair beneath the shade of one of the beach umbrellas. You, on the other hand, swiftly discarded your skirt, allowing an oversized shirt of Eddie's to drape over you, its hem skimming your mid-thigh.

Concern laced your voice as you asked, "Eddie, did you remember to apply sunscreen?" His squinted eyes, due to the forgotten sunglasses at home, gave you an immediate answer. With a small sigh, you retrieved the sunscreen from your shared beach bag and joined him.

"You're going to get a nasty burn," you warned as you took the sunscreen, squeezing a generous amount into your hand. Eddie's mischievous grin seemed undeterred as you carefully covered his chest and abdomen. Then, you ensured that his back and shoulders received thorough protection.

As Eddie reclined, after positioning himself behind you, you nestled against him, and the soothing sound of ocean waves accompanied the moment. "So, when can I see that new bikini of yours?" Eddie's hands rested on your thighs, tracing gentle circles.

You couldn't help but smile at his eagerness. "You've already seen it. The black one with those tiny red flames on the edges."

Eddie chuckled softly, his voice low and intimate. "It's going to look even better now."

"Why's that?"

"Because the light here is different, and you'll be glistening from the water, and..." Eddie paused momentarily, confirming that Robin and Vickie were still engrossed in their private conversation. With a whisper in your ear, he confessed, "I should stop talking now because I'm going to get hard."

Your gaze met his over your shoulder, a sly smile playing on your lips, and you bit down on your lower lip in response to his words.

"Where are the board games we brought?" Max was the one who disrupted the flirtatious glances exchanged between you and Eddie, with a hint of passion simmering beneath.

Eddie glanced at Max, noticing her shivering from spending too long in the water. Swiftly, he plucked a towel from your shared bag and tossed it her way. Max wrapped it around herself, attempting to quell the chills. "They're probably in Dustin's bag," Eddie nodded in the direction of Dustin's bag, sheltered under one of the umbrellas.

The kids commandeered one of the beach umbrellas, drying off with towels and grabbing sandwiches and drinks, eager to commence their games. Laughter filled the air as Dustin protested loudly about Will's alleged cheating during the games, and then the two acted as if nothing had happened. You and Eddie couldn't help but chuckle along.

"Eds," you turned your head to meet Eddie's gaze, which was already locked on you. "It's getting scorching out here." The unrelenting sunlight and Eddie's embrace, especially with your clothes on, made you sweat. "Should we take a dip in the water?" He nodded and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Hey, lovebirds." It was amusing that he used the moniker for Robin and Vickie when you were both the same all the time. Occasionally keeping to yourselves and uttering promises and needs that were only for you two. "You coming in the water with us?"

Robin paused for a moment before turning to face both of you. "And leave these kids on their own?"

"Won't be." Jonathan appeared with Nancy under his arm. He instantly grabbed the nearest towel, wrapping her in its softness and warmth before hugging her with his own arms. "We got cold in the water."

Robin's eyes briefly met Vickie's, and with a reassuring smile and a nod from her, you felt encouraged to shed your shirt. As the fabric fell to the sand, Eddie's gaze intensified, his eyes tracing your body as if it were a discovery, despite his intimate knowledge of every contour, every inch, and every possible blemish. The sun's heat may have been scorching, but the intensity of his gaze added a whole new layer of warmth to the moment.

"Shit," Eddie muttered under his breath, his voice thick with desire, as he took a decisive step closer to you. His proximity brought him so close that he was practically nose-to-nose with you. His hands gently cradled your cheeks as he initiated a passionate kiss that seemed to ignite a powerful chemistry between you two.

His lips broke away from yours, and he panted softly, "You better walk in front of me." The heat in his cheeks and the somewhat glazed look in his eyes indicated his heightened arousal. A quick downward glance confirmed your assumption.

"Seriously?" He pouted, clearly struggling to contain his desire, and stomped his right foot in the sand before using his hands to pivot you around by your shoulders, placing you in front of him and concealing his arousal.

Laughter filled the air as Vickie noticed you and Eddie heading towards the water. She playfully elbowed Robin to draw her attention, and the mischievous glint in her eyes sparked some teasing aimed at Eddie. In response, Eddie playfully lifted you and tossed you into the water with a chuckle. You emerged from the water, laughing at him, and then Eddie himself dove in, landing belly-first in a splash right next to Vickie, thoroughly drenching her.

Eddie's next target was Robin, whom he tackled and playfully held underwater until she swiftly elbowed him in a particularly sensitive area. He let out a moan of agony and shot Robin a mock glare while promising some form of retaliation. "Holy fuck," he groaned, his pout and wide eyes failing to earn sympathy.

You, though slightly annoyed at being tossed into the water earlier, couldn't stay mad for long. Eddie flashed a grin that had a magical way of dissipating your anger. He showered you with multiple kisses, successfully diverting your attention from the water incident and leaving you with nothing but a smile.

As you and your friends made your way to where Steve and April were standing, it was evident that they weren't bothered by the slightly cool seawater. Steve and April seemed to be enjoying the beach, and their carefree attitude was contagious.

Vickie, April, Robin, and you engaged in a lively discussion about the plan to rent a couple of cabins in a snowy location for December. This trip was meant exclusively for the older members of your group, with each couple having their own cabin for privacy yet coming together for activities like hiking and snowboarding. The idea had been brewing for several months, and you all were eager to turn it into reality.

Meanwhile, Eddie and Steve were engrossed in various conversations. As you glanced over at the man you loved, who was standing right next to you, you noticed a shiver ripple through his body. It was likely that he was starting to feel the cold from the water.

Quietly, you moved behind Eddie, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tender, comforting hug. You didn't want to interrupt either of the ongoing conversations, so you simply nestled in behind him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

Your arms enveloped him, and you gently pressed your chest against his back, seeking to calm the occasional shivers that coursed through him. Your forehead found its place in the centre of his back, and you inhaled deeply, savouring the tranquillity of the moment. His familiar scent, mixed with the sea breeze and the aroma of sunscreen, enveloped you, creating a sense of serenity amid the beach's activity.

Eddie's hands moved gently, caressing your arms as he continued his conversation with Steve. He leaned his head back, planting a tender kiss on your forehead, when you stole a glance at him. The affectionate gesture reassured you and made you feel even closer to him.

As the conversation shifted and the girls joined in, Steve's attention was no longer solely on Eddie. When the topic circled back to the idea of renting cabins for the winter, Steve chimed in, sharing that he had been actively researching and reaching out to potential sites. It seemed like the plan for the winter getaway was progressing, and everyone was excited about the prospect of their upcoming adventure.

Your left hand started to gently glide up and down Eddie's stomach, following the trail of hair that led towards his abdomen, while the other fell to the line of his swimwear, ready to slip inside them. You were bored with the talk and feeling somewhat courageous, even though the seawater was covering you up to your chest. Eddie, on the other hand, firmly grasped your hand and gave your wrist a stern squeeze as a warning.

In a hushed tone, you whispered, "Let me, Eds. I know this excites you, and I want to make you feel good." Your words were followed by a subtle nip on his shoulder, emphasizing your desire as you continued, "Let me pleasure you, my love."

After a few seconds, Eddie allowed your hand to slip inside his swimwear with a trembling sigh. Your hand reached him, and the simple brush of your fingertips across his member was enough to harden him.

Eddie cast a furtive glance towards the water, ensuring that your actions remained concealed from onlookers. Despite the limited view from his position, he managed to discern the activities below the surface. A sense of relief washed over him as he shifted his focus towards the others since they couldn't observe anything transpiring underwater.

Eddie nibbled on his lower lip, his breath quickening, as your fingers gently encircled his arousal. Your thumb teasingly caressed the sensitive tip, tracing circular motions before firmly gripping his shaft.

Your grip tightened around him as you sensually moved your hand up and down, desiring to use your other hand to caress his testicles, fully aware that such an action would likely bring Eddie to climax within seconds.

Steve's question abruptly drew Eddie's attention away from the intense pleasure you were providing, heightened by the adrenaline rush of the risky situation he found himself in. "What do you think, Eddie?" Steve reiterated, underscoring his distraction. "Should we hire an instructor to learn how to snowboard or just go freestyle?" Steve inquired, bringing the conversation back to their original topic.

Eddie's body shivered involuntarily from your touch, but with all eyes on him, he skillfully turned the reaction into a nonchalant shrug. "So, how much money are we looking at for the instructor?" he inquired, attempting to steer the conversation towards practical considerations.

"Depends on how many hours we want and the instructor's rates."

"I don't know," Eddie replied, and all the while your hand increased its pace. He gasped, finding it difficult to concentrate with your rapid movements. "I mean, it's not like we'll master it in just two hours, so I'd..." You sped up even more, causing Eddie to lose his train of thought. "I'd say no," he managed to say between breaths, as your actions left him breathless.

Robin gave Eddie a strange look before concurring, "I agree, cabins are already too expensive."

Eddie's voice dropped to a whisper, his head lowered, and his eyes closed. He bit his lower lip, struggling to contain his pleasure as your hand continued its motions. Before long, he began to gasp, and as your second hand slipped into his swimsuit, clutching and gently massaging his testicles, he couldn't help but moan, "Oh, fuck."

"Eddie, are you okay?" Vickie asked, noticing Eddie's downward gaze and his increasingly laboured breath, signalling to you that he was nearing the edge.

He quickly nodded and tried to force a smile, though it came off more like a grimace.

"You're sure?" All the attention was now on him, making him feel uneasy as he felt himself reaching the climax, his hips involuntarily moving underwater.

Eddie struggled to nod again, gasping as he neared his peak. "Yeah, I just..." He gasped once more, and while others thought he might be struggling to breathe or in pain, you knew he was simply attempting to control his emotions and urges. However, he couldn't hold back any longer and succumbed to his pleasure.

Turning to face you, Eddie's gaze locked on the mischievous gleam in your eyes. "You okay, Eds?" you asked, your eyes revealing the truth of the situation.

"You okay, Eds?" Eddie turned to face you, his gaze fixed on the mischievous glimmer in your eyes.

"Yeah, angel," he replied, using a term that conveyed a stark contrast to your recent activities. "It might be the heat. All I need is to get in the van and rest for a few minutes." The others nodded, still concerned about Eddie, but Robin gave you a knowing look, leaving you feeling slightly uncomfortable. "I'll go rest." Eddie gently took your elbow and urged you to accompany him, his grip not painful but playfully mad.

"Need to rest, uh?"

Eddie's hand left your elbow and playfully swatted your buttocks. "Yeah, preferably with you on top of me," he said with a teasing smile.

AUTUMN

"Eddie, why are you still at work?" you asked, dialling the number to the mechanic shop from Steve's house phone in frustration after realising Eddie wasn't at Uncle Wayne's trailer when you called.

The raucous party noise nearly drowned out Eddie's response, prompting you to request him to repeat himself. "Sorry, babe," he shouted over the cacophony, "an old woman had car trouble, and we had to go pick her up and bring the car back to the shop." Although you and Eddie weren't particularly fond of parties, this one was a Halloween costume party, and you both had the perfect outfits for it.

"I'll be there in less than 30 minutes, okay?" You hastily nodded, even though he couldn't see you, and then you hummed to emphasise caution when driving over because it was pitch dark outside. "You too, okay? Don't wander too far from Steve and Robin." Steve typically invited people he knew from school, but some brought their partners and such. Unfortunately, last time, he had invited a girl he knew from class whose boyfriend had tried to put his hands under your shirt when Eddie had briefly gone to the bathroom. Of course, Eddie nearly ended up in a brawl with the guy.

"Is he coming soon?" Steve inquired, casting a proud glance at the meticulously crafted Ghostbusters outfits he and April had worked on for several nights. Their costumes looked fantastic.

"I think so," you replied, having to raise your voice to be heard over the deafening party and music. "He had some trouble at the store."

Steve's eyes widened in astonishment. "He's working today?" You quickly nodded and explained that an elderly woman was having car trouble and needed immediate assistance.

"Alright," Steve said, accepting the explanation. "April and I will grab some drinks and find a place to sit. You're joining us, right?" It was then that you noticed April, who was practically glued to Steve's side, giving you a charming grin. You quickly returned the smile.

You nodded in response to Steve's invitation, immediately following them while chatting with April about your outfit. "I love it so much," you admitted, your confidence bolstered by Eddie's compliments. Any doubts you had about your appearance seemed to vanish into thin air.

You were dressed as the final girl, the survivor in horror films who manages to escape the killer. Your costume consisted of tattered denim pants and a shirt Eddie was about to discard due to bleach stains. You had carefully created wounds here and there, splattering fake blood all over your arms and clothes. To complete the look, you carried a fake knife with you. Eddie, on the other hand, was going to be dressed as the murderer, making your costumes a darkly intriguing pair.

You couldn't wait to see Eddie in his Ghostface costume, and you felt a bit guilty for confessing that something about Ghostface made you feel an unusual surge of excitement, making you clench your thighs, bite your bottom lip, and flutter your eyelids like a fucking character in a cartoon.

Eddie still hadn't arrived at the party when you finished a drink in leisurely swallows. You used it as an excuse to sneak away from the crowded room. However, given that you didn't know many people at the party, you decided to ask April if she'd accompany you to the bathroom. Steve tagged along, declaring he'd wait in the corridor to keep an eye on April while she waited by the bathroom door, ensuring no one entered since the lock was broken.

You completed your business in the restroom and began washing your hands when the bathroom door swung open, revealing yet another person dressed as Ghostface — you'd already seen a couple of others in similar costumes during the night.

"What the-," you started to exclaim when you locked eyes with April from outside the restroom. Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell open as she had a mischievous smile on her face, which left you utterly perplexed until you took a closer look at the person standing in front of you.

He was wearing Ghostface's mask, but his outfit set him apart from the others. It had been meticulously shredded to resemble a satanic symbol, exposing portions of his chest and abdomen smeared in fake blood. You immediately recognized some of your boyfriend's tattoos peeking through the torn fabric, confirming your suspicions. "Eddie?" Your gaze dropped to his hands, and even though his distinctive rings were there, you would have recognized him without them. "When did you arrive?"

Eddie swiftly lifted his mask, confirming what you already knew, and just as quickly lowered it again. "Just now," he replied, affecting a raspier voice. "You did this to me," he added, pointing to his chest with a theatrical gesture. Then he wedged a small piece of bathroom decor against the door to keep it locked, effectively blocking anyone from entering. Eddie moved closer to you.

You couldn't see his face behind the mask, but you could sense a threatening yet slightly amused and mischievous expression in his posture. "Hello, angel," he said, making you take a step back, your lower back hitting the bathroom sink as he advanced in slow motion. He now had a voice changer. "Do you like scary movies?" His eerie appearance sent shivers down your spine. "What's your favorite scary movie?" He leaned in closer. "You're not scared, are you?"

You shook your head slightly, looking down at his chest one last time, even though you were indeed feeling a mix of terror and adrenaline. "You did this to me," he repeated, pointing to his chest. "Trying to escape from me, so it's only fair I punish you, right?" You could only manage a shrug, your lips dry from the intense arousal Eddie's act had stirred in you. "You really thought you could escape from me, my little angel?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice trembling.

He made a disapproving sound with his mouth. "That's not what I taught you, angel." Shaking his head, he allowed his fake knife to graze your jawline.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ghostface," you continued, playing along with the macabre charade. He chuckled, and with a nod of his head, he indicated that you should continue. "Please spare my life."

"You know what to do then."

You did.

Within seconds, you found yourself on the ground, fortunate that your pants provided a cushion for your knees as your right hand clasped Eddie's dick. Your hand moved with a leisurely and languid grace, while you gazed at him with innocent eyes. His silence was palpable, his lower lip clearly caught between his teeth as he observed you intently.

"I can't see your other hand, angel." As his deep, modified voice whispered to you, your other hand quickly made its way to his testicles, delicately massaging them so as not to give him too much pleasure.

"Like this, Mr. Ghostface?"

He shook his head, and that simple gesture conveyed his clear discontent. "This isn't how I taught you." He thrust his hips forward. "Mouth." It was difficult not to squirm around, enthralled by the scenario. Your tongue came out to leave a path of saliva around the head after your mouth placed a delicate kiss on the tip. "That's what I meant." His gloved hand ended up on the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as he pushed himself into your mouth, causing you to gasp and your eyes to widen. "Mmmh, just like that." You hollowed your cheeks, hoping to pump up the sensation.

His other hand also settled behind your head, drawing you closer to him and restraining you from pursuing the desired rhythm. He was exerting pressure, insisting that you match his preferred pace. The one who was driving him insane and making him want to burrow himself deep inside you

Eddie believed you were stunning, and even while on your knees, wearing torn, blood-smeared clothing and tears glistening in your eyes, you appeared angelic.

"Get up." He hadn't come because he didn't want to. No, not yet. Gently, his hand made contact with your cheek, signaling for you to stand up from your prone position. "Hands on the bathroom sink, eyes on the mirror. Now." You followed his instructions, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror with Eddie, also known as Mr. Ghostface, standing behind you.

"Please." Your voice was barely a whisper, but it sent shivers down Eddie's spine because it carried an unmistakable desperation, and that desperation was all about him. It revealed the depth of your desire for him, making him feel reassured that he had ignited a passion in you as intense as the one he felt.

"Please, what, angel?" He was acutely aware of your desires. His fingers deftly worked on the hem of your jeans, unbuttoning them effortlessly without diverting his gaze, and he continued to unzip them while waiting for your response. "I don't remember you having your tongue cut." As both of his hands held the hem, he lowered your jeans until they were at your ankles. "I'm waiting."

"Please." He met your gaze in the mirror, grateful for the mask concealing his face, as his hair clung to his brow, and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson, not because of his outfit, but due to the intense heat he was experiencing in that moment. This roleplaying thing was amazing, especially watching you so desperate while completely forgetting you were at a party. He was immersed. "Please, fuck me." You had spoken similar words countless times, yet each time, a sense of shyness washed over you. It made you feel hesitant until you gained confidence and continued to repeat them.

"Is that what you want?" You hastily nodded in response to his query. "Fuck that, then. Who am I to refuse such a thing to a lovely woman like you?" His hands moved quickly, causing your panties to come to a halt in the same place as your jeans. "You want it fast and hard, don't you? There is no time for foreplay." His remarks nearly made you sob. "And you know what? You can let all those pretty sounds come out because the music is loud and no one will hear you getting wrecked." You agreed again, hoping you could see his body but being turned on by the fact that he was going to fuck you while disguised as if he were Ghostface. "Are you going to scream for me?"

Although you couldn't see his body, the frantic movements of his right hand revealed that he was dropping his trousers and underwear. His other hand firmly gripped your hip, as if he needed the support to stay upright. For a brief moment, Ghostface seemed to transform into the persona of Eddie. "Did you go back to taking the pill, angel?" His voice was unsteady yet pleasant, serving as a poignant reminder that the man behind the mask was the one you loved, intensifying the charged atmosphere between you two.

"Yes." You mumbled in response, overwhelmed by his reminder that you had discontinued taking those medications due to unpleasant side effects. Thankfully, you had found alternatives that worked perfectly without causing you any discomfort.

Eddie was soon deep inside you, not even allowing you to acclimatise to him as he began snapping his hips. His hands were firmly entwined with yours, gripping, squeezing, and quite possibly leaving imprints to serve as a lasting reminder of this memorable day for a while.

"We have to be quick, angel." His thrusts were so forceful that you could see yourself bouncing around in the mirror. Eddie fucking you from behind was incredibly hot. "Our friends already know we are here and if we take long they are going to know I'm wrecking you in this bathroom." Your only answer was a guttural groan. "Do you like that? Won't you be flustered when we come out?"

"Please, Eddie. Go faster."

He chuckled, surprised. "Faster, angel?" "Would you like me to nail you in the sink?" His language was vulgar, yet it had you captivated. Truth be told, even though it had only been a few minutes, you were both so close. "Are you going to walk around the party with my cum inside of you?" His question was jarring, and the way his left hand firmly held your chin, compelling you to maintain eye contact with your own reflection, even as your head hung low, eyes shut and lips agape, was equally unsettling. "Fuck, I'm coming."

Amidst your moans and his grunts, the loud banging on the door intruded upon your intimacy.

For the two of you, it felt like only moments had passed when in reality the knocks had persisted for minutes, prompting Eddie and you to undertake the walk of shame out of the restroom. He quickly removed the mask and handed it to you, wearing a proud smirk, his cheeks flushed, and his face and forehead glistening with perspiration. And you, hot behind the mask, with damp, warm panties, accompanied him, equally flushed with the intensity of the moment.

Steve complained for months, knowing you two had fucked in his bathroom.

WINTER

The bone-chilling cold persisted as you and Eddie returned to the cosy cabin you had rented for your winter getaway with your friends.

It was truly astonishing to witness Eddie's rapid progress in learning snowboarding over just a few hours, impressing you and the rest of the group with his graceful movements. His motions on the snowboard were almost hypnotic as he effortlessly carved through the snow, sending powdery plumes into the air as he descended the mountain. You all watched in awe as he executed spins and jumps, finding it hard to believe that Eddie Munson had such skill in a physical sport, even surprising himself.

In contrast, your own experience on the slopes proved to be more challenging. The hills and mountains presented a formidable opponent, and you found yourself spending a considerable amount of time on your backside. Eddie reacted to each mishap with a good-natured smile and a helping hand. Despite numerous falls, he remained patient, encouraging, and unwavering in his support, making the experience both exhilarating and memorable. On the other hand, Steve struggled just as much as you did, unable to stay on his feet for more than a couple of minutes. However, while you had Eddie's encouragement, Steve received nothing but sarcastic chuckles from your boyfriend, who relished outperforming him, likely because Steve had expressed such confidence in his snowboarding abilities on the way to the mountain.

The day of snowboarding had left both of you utterly exhausted and drenched to the bone. Your clothes were sodden, and the cold had penetrated deep into your bones. As you approached the cabin, Eddie gallantly held the door open for you, allowing you to step inside first. His warm smile and the genuine affection in his eyes were enough to melt your heart. He leaned in for a soft, tender kiss on your forehead, his lips a stark contrast to your chilled skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine this time.

Once inside the cabin, Eddie sprang into action. Without any hesitation, he headed to the small living room, where a rustic fireplace awaited. The room exuded a cosy, rustic charm with its wooden beams, soft rug, and a wide, inviting couch that promised relaxation and warmth. Eddie knelt down, and you followed suit, carefully arranging logs in the fireplace and positioning the kindling just right. His hands worked with confidence, and soon, the fire came to life, casting a flickering, welcoming glow on the cabin walls.

"Oh my goodness," you exclaimed, relieved to see the flames dancing and hopeful that they would soon warm your chilled bodies.

"Come here," Eddie said, seated on the ground in front of the fireplace. As you sat down in front of him, he gently removed your gloves, taking your hands in his freezing ones and rubbing them together as he drew closer to the fire. "Feeling any better?"

"I'm still freezing," you replied, and Eddie chuckled, nodding in agreement as you both shared a laugh.

"Let's get out of these wet clothes." With those words, he swiftly began removing his own attire, without hesitation and without even bothering with his underwear. You followed suit, and Eddie fetched a thick, warm blanket from the couch, draping it over both of you.

The increasing warmth from the fire provided a striking contrast to the cold that had chilled you earlier. Gradually, the room filled with the gentle glow of the flames, dispelling the chill and replacing it with a comforting and serene atmosphere. With its wooden interior, soft lighting, and the crackling warmth from the fire, the cabin became the perfect haven for two weary, wet snowboarders seeking refuge from the winter's cold embrace.

Eddie and you sat together, naked beneath the large, cosy blanket, while the fire crackled and radiated its comforting warmth throughout the cabin. The juxtaposition between the roaring flames and the tranquil intimacy of the cabin was striking. The weariness from the day's skiing adventure had finally caught up with both of you, and the silence between you was occasionally broken by the crackling and hissing of the logs.

You felt the soothing heat of the fire seeping into your chilled bodies as you nestled close to one another. Eddie's arms encircled you in a loving and protective embrace. The blanket enveloped you both, shielding you from the last remnants of cold on your skin. The closeness and shared warmth acted as a balm for your tired bodies and weary spirits.

At this moment, there was no need for words; the tranquil stillness said it all. The day's adventures had been exhilarating, but now it was time to relax and rejuvenate. You both leaned in, finding solace in your shared experiences and the simple joy of each other's company. The only sounds within the cabin were the gentle rise and fall of your chests as you breathed in unison and the subtle crackling of the fire, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere.

Eddie and you decided to recline in front of the fireplace on the soft rug. The plush surface cradled your exhausted bodies, offering a serene place to unwind after a thrilling day.

While lying there, you couldn't resist the urge to explore the contours of Eddie's chest. Your fingertips followed a leisurely and meandering path across his skin with a delicate touch. Your caress was feather-light, almost soundless as it glided over him, yet it left behind a trail of tingling sensations.

The crackling fire provided a soothing background to this tender moment, and as you continued tracing patterns on his chest, the two of you felt a deep sense of connection. The shared stillness and your gentle touch spoke volumes, conveying a profound affection and closeness that went beyond the day's events. In the flickering light of the fire, you discovered a tranquil and intimate bond that required no words, only simple and loving gestures that conveyed comfort, trust, and the warmth of your hearts.

Eddie, his eyes brimming with affection, shifted his position and settled on top of you. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. His caress was tender, his fingers radiating warmth against your skin as he gazed deeply into your eyes with a profound sense of love and connection.

His presence above you was a comforting weight, a reminder of the strength of his love and his desire to be close to you. His fingers trailed down to softly stroke your cheek, his thumb tenderly brushing your lips as he continued to sweep your hair aside.

He bestowed a soft and lingering kiss on your forehead, a charming and kind gesture that warmed your heart. His lips then descended to your cheeks, placing gentle kisses along the way, each one brimming with love and affection.

Eddie's touch was tender and considerate as his lips journeyed across your breasts and down to your tummy. He knew that his love could comfort your weary body and soul. His lips caressed your skin, leaving behind a path of warm, lingering kisses. The sensation was electrifying, igniting a fire within you that was distinct from the one flickering in the hearth.

"What are you doing?" you asked as Eddie persisted in his actions, his kisses descending a little further each time until they reached your navel. There, he playfully nibbled around it, and then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a glance upwards, he continued downward, taking you by surprise as his breath brushed against your sensitive area before planting a quick, teasing kiss on it. "Eddie?" you gasped, your voice filled with surprise and desire.

"Just trying to help you sleep better," Eddie replied, kissing the same spot again, this time with more intensity, eliciting a gasp from you. Your exhaustion was evident, but your anticipation for Eddie's touch was equally strong. "Is that okay?" he inquired, his voice filled with desire and concern.

In response, you let out a contented hum, your left hand supporting your chin, while your right palm descended to gently tangle in his locks.

Eddie's tongue embarked on a slow and sensual dance with your labia. There was no rush, and in the privacy of the moment, your moans and groans went unheard. It was an intimate, indulgent, and unhurried time when the two of you revelled in expressing your profound love and adoration for each other.

He continued for a minute or two, the moist sounds of his tongue intermingling with your own arousal, intensifying the heat between you. Soon, his tongue found the right spot, delicately delving into your core, igniting waves of pleasure that surged as his thumb skillfully teased and caressed your clit in various ways.

You let out a playful giggle as your focus shifted to his thumb, trying to decipher the patterns he was tracing. "Are you writing with my clit that I'm your property?" you teased, your voice laced with humour and desire.

His mouth left you momentarily for you to respond. "No," he said, "I'm writing that I'm yours." Without delay, his tongue returned to its rightful place, and his thumb resumed its sensual strokes.

You bit your bottom lip, your eyes gleaming with desire as you watched your lover pleasure you with all his skill. Eddie's adept movements always had the power to make you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. Even when his actions were deliberate and languid, he could still bring you to ecstasy. The sensual scenario was becoming even more enjoyable than you could have imagined.

Eddie sensed you were nearing the peak when he heard your soft yet trembling voice. However, he maintained the same rhythm. He didn't quicken his pace, nor did he become more forceful. He simply continued with the steady, sensual cadence until you finally reached a mind-blowing climax seconds later.

Eddie lazily lapped at your essence, murmuring as if savoring the most delectable honey ever produced. He licked his lips to ensure not a drop was missed, and then he planted a hasty kiss on your forehead.

Eddie inched himself against your labia, gradually penetrating until he was fully immersed within you. There were no words exchanged, only a silent language of longing and intimacy conveyed through glances and tender touches.

The motions were deliberate and potent, and the heat from the fire had nothing on the intense warmth that passed between his body and yours. There were no kisses exchanged because you both yearned to gaze deeply into each other's eyes and communicate in a language only the two of you understood.

Eddie felt amazing inside you. His warmth and the way he filled you up made it seem as if you had been empty all along. And for him, the sensation was just as pleasurable, if not more so: being enveloped in your warmth and wetness was a pure delight.

It could have been the breathtaking scenery, the promise of many more adventures together, or the thoughts of a shared future that occupied both of your minds, but no words, kisses, or wandering hands, whether on his back or your breasts, were necessary. Nothing else mattered but your togetherness.

Eddie's rhythm intensified, and both of your breaths grew more laboured, creating wisps of white air in the room, if the fire hadn't been ablaze. But it was. Now, in addition to the crackling of the wood and the dance of the flames, the sounds of skin meeting skin, the sensation of wetness, and the rhythm of your breathing all melded to create a harmonious symphony within the cabin.

"I'm close," Eddie murmured, lowering his head to place a brief, gentle kiss on the tip of your nose as the words slipped from your lips. You began to tighten around him, reaching your climax, your eyes clouded, vision blurred, and body trembling with pleasure. The whispers around you grew more melodious.

Eddie felt his balls tighten, on the verge of bursting. He filled you with passion, his mouth near your ear, softly groaning to keep their volume low. Perhaps it was because this moment felt too intimate to express both of your delights openly.

Eddie settled atop you, still inside, and the two of you drifted off to sleep by the warmth of the fire and the heat of your bodies.

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"Smile, my bunny, smile!"

Summary: looks like someone lost a bet and now he has to wear bunny themed clothes and pretend to be a bunny as a punishment!

Characters: Riddle, Vil, Epel, Idia, Lilia;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, just a bit suggestive, implied established romantic relationships;

Side notes: easter has kind of passed but whatever. Bunnies are ALWAYS relevant if you ask me 🐰

Riddle

— it's beyond him how he could even lost that bet. What put Riddle off wasn't the sour taste of defeat, but how thrilled you were at the prospect of him being an "easter bunny". It exuded Ace's mischief, which the boy was unfortunately all too familiar with and which was a harbinger of a disaster;

— and his gut feeling was correct: from Seven-knows-where you handed over the... night wear: white plush pyjamas with middle sized bunny ears and flat tail behind. The shorts barely covered his knees, yet sleeves were so long that even when rolled up, only the tips of his middle fingers were visible. You also gave him few accessories, like a rose red bow, and considered applying make-up, but his natural pink blush that wasn't coming off his face due to his bunnyfication, making him the cutest bunny boy that you have ever layed your eyes on;

— unsurprisingly, Riddle took the whole bunny business very seriously. If he is to be a bunny, even for one day, he's set on acting like one: that's why he learned behaviour patterns and even bunny language beforehand. Poor Ace joked why if he was a rabbit, he wasn't munching on a carrot, earning an hour long lecture about "rabbits" and "making assumptions" until you dragged Riddle away by using embarrassing themed bunny pet names. "My rose I'm in the middle of something- and cease calling me "fluffy ears" already!...*sigh* Alright I'm coming. Ace, I presume you have learnt your lesson, I do hope you won't make same mistake ever again"

— the pocket clock you gave him turned out to be broken!! Initially, Riddle couldn't grasp why would any animal need a clock, broken one for that matter, but know the boy suspects that it's was just a tasteless joke on your part. No wonder he was running late everywhere all day long!

— it wasn't the worst punishment Riddle has ever experienced for losing bets, but he will definitely try his best to never be a bunny again. Being a laughing stock for his dorm wasn't pleasant, and your sudden bursts of affection and photoshoots throughout the day were embarrassing him more than usual. If someone were to ask Riddle, the bunny role was tailored for you better: you circled around him happily, just like bunnies did when they were excited. The thought warmed his heart — he couldn't help but to gently pat your head when you were sitting down on the lounge sofa, admiring the photos you took today. Hmm, you wondered, what was the red haired boy thinking about?

Vil

— ah, to think that Vil would lose such an easy challenge. He really did give it his all, however, it looked like whatever drove you to victory was strong enough to beat the queen himself. It was fair and square, so he had no choice but to face the punishment that you prepared for him;

— whatever the "easter bunny" was, the male prayed it was nothing obscene. If you think he would jump into those skimpy bunny suits and walk around like that, you are dead wrong. Upon listening to your explanation, Vil mentally signed with relief, and to your astonishment agreed to whatever you were going to throw at him;

— he claimed, but when you motioned to the big brown furred bunny's head and the body's suit of the same maner Vil suddenly felt cold breeze on his neck. "My dear potato flower, would you please mind telling me why do you have this...suit? You don't say you have spent money on that, or have you?" his words held certain notes of desperation in them;

— the suit turned out to look quite passable, Vil has seen cuter mascots than this one, but at the very least it didn't look cheap and the fur didn't make him sneeze. One positive thing about this get up was the fact that his face was concealed, so no-one could recognise him unless he spoke. Except for Rook, who threw his arms in surprise upon distinctly hearing Vil's footsteps but meeting tall brown bunny figure instead;

— if bulky head and paws could be worked around with precision and magic, the heat and stuffiness were extremely hard to deal with. At the end of the day, Vil's head was filled with lamentations and grumbling: you clearly wanted him to suffer, since if it hadn't been your intentions, you would have give him plain old bunny ears to wear and be done with it;

— male's body was finally blessed with cool air that enveloped him like a blanket when you unzipped his suit from behind. The whole undressing process was rather "heated", you would joke around, if it wasn't the sharp eyed glare that Vil had, like a dagger pressed to your neck threatening to slide if you voiced the joke out loud;

— however, the "heated" part came from the state in which the man was: hair slicked back to stop it from sticking to his sweaty face, which had pouty expression, and glistering chest rising up and down in a quickened pace. You were having your hopes up by assuming you two would be taking a shower together, yet Vil in a honeyed voice flat out refused your company, as a punishment for his punishment of course.

Epel

— huh?? No way he lost.... and the punishment.... Golly, here Epel was raking up all the manliness he could and now you were telling him to dress and act like a cute bunny. It was so unfair he actually teared up a little;

— but he wasn't going to give up! The most unmanliest thing he could do was to run away, he literally had no choice but to bite the bullet and go through with it. He would show you and everyone else that bunnies and rabbits are not to meek animals and shouldn't be messed around with!!

— shame, so much shame. Scratch everything he was saying before, when he saw what he was supposed to wear for the whole day he wanted to set it on fire. How can he strike fear in anyone while wearing frilly white nightgown and huge frilly hat with a bow and a pair of bunny ears sticking out from the top??

— "Ugh, I can imagine everyone's reaction. I'm doing this only because I've lost to you alright? Next time you will be a cute little animal, not me!". Just like the boy has expected everyone, EVERYONE was laughing and cooing. Vil and Rook gave him stupid smirks all day, his first year friends were rolling on the floor from laughter, other people would point fingers and throw words "cute" and "adorable" at him. He wanted to pick up fights so badly, however, he knew that he could use this situation to his advantage;

— and used it he did. Epel got special treatment from just about everywhere. Discounts in cafeteria and Mystery Shop? Check. People letting him get stuff first? Check. Teacher being more merciful and lax towards him? Pretty much. What Epel had to do was to play coy and move his hands like paws. The power of cuteness is a force to be reckon with. It got to the point where some people offered to carry the boy around in their arms but he had to awkwardly decline;

— currently, you were watching how eagerly lavender haired boy sprung out of the nightgown, while retelling the events that happened to him today. Epel didn't even notice you cutting fresh red apple that you took from the bunch. You brought up the the fruit to his face, surprising the boy, who took the piece from your palm, only to get hit with another wave of elation: the slice was cut just like a rabbit!! It's settled, you were the cutest one today after all!

Idia

— ?! What?? The game definitely glitched, Idia was right at the finish line, but instead the "Player 2 won" announcement popped up. He wasn't going to let that slide, the man literally started to search for any evidence that suggested that it was a glitch and not his defeat. It was his little brother Ortho who denied Idia's proclaims, proving your victory with footages;

—ughhhh, why Ortho couldn't just keep silent for his older brother's sake? Now he had to go through the stupid punishment for losing the stupid bet he-- h-huh?? "A bunny suit"?? Don't tell him you mean "those" bunny suits which beautiful girls wear in anime, manga and cosplay. Idia won't-- he can't-- that's impossible and ridiculous, literally the worst thing he had ever heard in his entire life;

— you had to shake your hands on front of him to stop the flame haired male from going any further. You assured Idia that you had no ill intentions: just the bunny ears and tail. Phew, thankfully his lifestyle made it easier to complete the challenge, else he would cringe and die on the first step out of his room from shame;

— and all of the sudden, Ortho butted in again but this time the robo-boy brought up the fact that Idia had a cosplay of a character who happened to be a bunny. Oh-uh... Great, just great, now Idia had to wear "that" outfit. Admittedly, he himself has forgotten about the impulsive purchase, so now it backfired;

— Idia whined and complained but the white dress with blue elements, a carrot tucked in a pocket, stylish fluffy bunny scarf, white bunny ears and tail, black tights, and two braids with same plastic carrots sticking out of the hair were sitting on him like a glove. You asked him who was the character, and in his usual fashion Idia went on a full blown speech, even unconsciously replicating movements and a catch phrases out of habit. After realising his mistake, the male squealed just like a small wild rabbit, his hair igniting pink;

— Idia fumbled around for a few minutes straight, yet you still couldn't recover from what you have just witnessed. God, he was so adorable yet pathetic simultaneously, you couldn't wrap your head around how a man can be so endearing. You crashed him in the tight hug, promising to take care of the poor bunny, but Idia didn't find the promise to be amusing and instead deeply signed in exhaustion;

— for the rest of the day, both of you just hung out in his room. The only difference being Idia's cosplay, the funny picture of him crouching to grab another chip from the bag on the ground that you took while he wasn't looking. Little did you know, he was going to clear your phone tonight when you would be fast asleep, just after Idia conveniently suggested you to stay for the night.

Lilia

— aww he was so close to winning. Being young certainly has it's fair share of advantages doesn't it. That said, Lilia has been wondering what kind of punishment you got for him. The old fae doubted that you would be able to humiliate or flustered him— it was impossible to faze the person who has been living for centuries already;

— though he sort of predicted that one of the punishments could be connected to dressing in a certain way, what Lilia couldn't anticipate was to be a cute bunny. How delightfully innocent! Despite him supposedly having to act cutesy, you were already as charming as a bunny. Really, the idea sounded so good that the man wanted to include his little family in the picture, but each of them refused for different reasons. What a shame....

— good thing Lilia had his little bat companions that would never refuse him, right? Right. So now it was one big bat wearing oversized black hoodie with two bunny ears sewn on the sides of the hood and round black tail in the back, black slim jeans and black fluffy boots, and a bunch on small bats floating around wearing tiny white bunny ears. Lilia has always possessed a cute appeal but now it was turned up to the maximum!

— truth to be told, the fae had met rabbit beastman and the rabbits before, but couldn't really figure how he ought to act at that moment. First thing first, he forbade himself to fly, opting to run around like the small animal does. Residents of Diasomnia dorm believed they were under some weird spell that day when they saw black flashes dart left and right;

— secondly, all the kisses were transformed into so called "bunny kisses". Whenever you whined that you needed a real kiss and tried to smash your lips together with Lilia's, Lilia would counter this by dodging your advances. "No no, I'm a bunny now remember? And bunnies don't have the same lips like we do. Don't give me that look, of course I love you very much~" he would tease;

— other pranks from Lilia included stealing all vegetables and fruit from fridge, occupying space by spreading the entirety of his body on the surface and making "bunny" noises and scaring poor unknowing Sebek into screaming and Silver, who assumed that some animal was dying somewhere in the building;

— but obviously, most of time Lilia spent with you. It was almost midnight, which meant that you soon would get your good old bat fae back and not his bunny version. So when it has struck 12 on every single clock in the dorm, you finally met Lilia's lips, which were arched in a wide smile.

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