#blue playsuit

[edgeobeyond]

Be mesmerised by Judith..

Her electric colour and eye catching metallic thread will have you captivated. 

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[harryslittlefreakk]

can’t get you off my mind

(late night talking part 2)

Summary: your first night at LOT leads to a new depth to yours and harry’s… friendship

Warnings: smut, 18+!!!

A/n: i love this one. that’s all. this is all based off a very fun dream i had

hi guys!! thank you so much for all the love on this so far. if there’s anything you’d like to see, anything for me to add, anything at all you’d like in the upcoming parts then please let me know 🫶🏼xx

part one

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Harry spent the entire day thinking about you. He’d dropped you at your hotel that morning, slightly against his will. He woke before you, and couldn’t believe how adorable you looked sleeping. Your hair was a mess from tossing and turning in the night, your cheeks rosy from the morning heat and your rosebud lips puffing out with every breath.

He had places to be and you needed to shower, but once he saw the building you were staying in he decided you’d never go back there. It looked a state. The yellowing brickwork was falling apart, some windows were boarded up and the front door was wedged open for anyone to get in at any time. He made a mental note of your room number before he drove off.

You’d exchanged numbers as you left, but Harry hadn’t heard from you since then. Although he was busy with work at the venue, outfit fittings and some sneaky self-care, he was starting to panic that he wouldn’t speak to you again. So when he’d finally had enough of waiting by the phone like a teenager, he snapped a picture of himself with a sheet mask on. He sent it to you, then followed with a message.

harry: making myself pretty for you :)

He saw you were typing almost immediately, and his heart nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a picture from you flash up. You were wearing a tiny baby tee, and if he looked hard enough (which he absolutely did) he could make out the outline of your nipples under the shirt. You were surrounded by makeup, your hair already styled in perfect waves.

y/n: you’re pretty enough as you are. working hard on myself too 😋

Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he read and reread your message. Tapping his fingers on the side of his phone, he stared up at the ceiling and wondered how you’d just been dropped right under his nose. He always shied away from women who were fans of his work, knowing it can get more complicated that way. But something was different about you, there was a reason he’d bumped into you last night, he was sure of it.

—

With soundcheck finished, all Harry had to do now was get ready. He wondered if you were outside already, where you’d be inside, what you’d be wearing. You hadn’t caved and given him any details, so the possibilities had been running through his mind all day. He paced his dressing room, stretching out his strong arms. Every show was important, every show needed to go right. His first night at Wembley needed to be a good one. He just hoped he’d spot you, know you were there so he didn’t have to keep looking for you. Sighing, he decided to send you one final text before shutting his phone off and getting in the zone.

harry: meet me at my hotel after the show? won’t be there until later but can give your name to the front desk :) x

y/n: only if i’m not intruding !!! good luck tonight, break a leg 🦵 x

Meanwhile, you were in the queue outside the stadium with your best friend, Joanie. You were both wearing denim halter playsuits, her with a blue feather boa and yours white. You’d met each other at school where you bonded over One Direction, so you wished to be able to tell her about your night with Harry. But you knew whatever friendship was blossoming between you two could only continue in private, at least for now, and you knew she’d understand when you eventually told her. She was watching you as you stood there, jittering and anxiously checking your phone. “What’s up with you?,” she asked, her face scrunched up. “Oh. Nothi- I’m just anxious to get inside,” you lied through your teeth, hoping she wouldn’t ask any further. You knew the last thing on Harry’s mind right now would be texting you, yet you still waited for another message. You had your phone brightness turned all the way down so no one could see, and clicked on your text chain with Harry every few minutes. You couldn’t stop looking at his selfie, his glistening green eyes against the white of the mask, the relaxed look on his face. He was shirtless, the heads of his inked swallows just creeping into frame. You hadn’t even clocked he’d slept shirtless last night. The things you’d do if presented with that again ..

The queue began to move inside, and every wall you looked at showed you pictures of Harry’s face. It felt totally insane that the same man you’d joked around with like old friends was the one you’d be screaming to shortly. Part of you wanted to dial down your enjoyment, make him think you’re just a casual fan so he felt more comfortable around you- but you knew the second he came on stage that would be out the window.

You found a perfect spot a few rows back from the front of the walkway, knowing Joanie wanted to see ‘little freak’ and ‘matilda’ up close. It wasn’t long until you heard the opening chords of ‘daydreaming’ and watched Harry burst onto the stage. The atmosphere was electric, and he looked divine in his red and white patterned jumpsuit. You and Joanie were screaming and jumping like children at a school disco, in pure disbelief of the love and wholesome vibes around you.

When Harry appeared just in front of you, you felt a buzzing in your chest. You’d seen his eyes scanning the crowds, as if he was looking for someone, and you really hoped he was looking for you. As soon as you thought about it, his eyes landed upon yours. He sucked in a long breath, losing his train of thought mid-ramble. Harry thought you were beautiful last night but you looked almost heavenly tonight. Your playsuit hugged your curves perfectly, the half-up zipper showing an inviting amount of cleavage. He could see all the tattoos dotted up and down your arms, and the way you were grinning at your friend made his heart melt a little. You had an air of innocence about you, which he loved. Suddenly, your friend was looking at him awestruck and nudging you to see. You half-waved, sending him a subtle wink so as not to alert Joanie to anything weird. Harry managed to carry on with what he was saying, but his eyes barely left you the entire time he was there.

By the time he got around to ‘late night talking’, Harry literally couldn’t get you off his mind. In a sea full of people, it’s like there was a spotlight on you. The way you were dancing, your hair flying around you, he was mesmerised. The rest of the show continued in a blur, with Harry barely in control of his own actions. Going through the motions until he could see you later on. Grinding against the microphone, acting out the dirtier parts of every song. You riled him up in the perfect way.

“I need a little help from you all,” he spoke into the microphone, one hand scanning the crowd. “It’s a little hot today, and I think we need to cool down.” His face remained serious, though the crowd laughed after his antics all night. He was positively feral. Rolling his shoulders back, Harry grabbed the microphone as the first lines of ‘kiwi’ tumbled out his mouth. It didn’t take long for him to be back in front of you, already drenched from the splashes of water he’d requested. He was standing there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face, full water bottle in hand.

She sits beside me like a silhouette

His hand traced the curves of his own body, eyes locked onto yours once again. The words you were screaming were no more than tiny squeaks now, heart caught in your throat as you watched Harry gyrating in front of you.

Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet

He raked a hand down the front of his body, pulling away just before he reached his goods. Something in his eyes said he wanted to touch himself right here, right now.

And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it

It's like I paid for it

He pointed towards you now, apparently totally incapable of anything except showing the world that he wanted to fuck you. Heat was swirling round your insides, this song did enough for you without Harry singing it for you.

I'm gonna pay for this

Just as the burning in your core got too much to bear, Harry unscrewed his water bottle and threw the contents right at you. You shrieked as the water hit you, drenching Joanie and the other girls around you. Harry returned your wink, the green of his eyes barely visible around his blown pupils, and moved on as if nothing happened.

“Oh my God!” Joanie screamed, jumping up and down at your side. “He was looking right at you!!”

You were so flustered, you couldn’t even find words to respond. You were almost nervous for the show to finish, hoping Harry still had this energy later.

—

Opening the door to your hotel room, you looked around with your jaw dropped. Everything was gone, all your makeup and clothes vanished from the piles around the room. All that was left was some gym shorts, a black t shirt and the pair of sneakers you wore last night. You turned on your heel, furious that someone had been fiddling with your stuff while you were away. It was only then that you saw the note pinned to the back of the door.

Y/N, this hotel sucks. Got you a room in mine. See you soon , H x

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. That cheeky little bastard didn’t even pre warn you that he’d cleared out your hotel room. You were desperate for a cold shower after the heat of the concert. Instead, you got changed quickly and scrubbed your makeup off, hoping that would make you feel a little fresher. Harry hadn’t even left you clean panties to change into.

—

Barging into his hotel room with the note still in your hand, you were half surprised to even see Harry standing there. You assumed he’d still be a while, but then, he didn’t have to battle through the crowds to leave the stadium. “There you are,” he grinned, so much more relaxed than you’d seen him a few hours ago. You flapped the note in the air, unable to even find words to question him. “Hey,” he started, stalking towards you slowly. “You can’t stay there alone, I don’t trust that place one bit. I put all your stuff in your room- it’s just one floor down from here.” You calmed down slightly at that, not even sure why you were so worked up to begin with. He was right, your hotel was the lowest of the low. “Thank you,” you mumbled, looking up at him. Harry was standing right in front of you now, wearing only a thin t shirt and the gym shorts from yesterday. He looked exhausted, but totally wired.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he whispered, barely audible above the hum of the music he had playing. “Are you kidding?!” You replied, eyes lighting up as a grin stretched across your face. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” you laughed, poking a finger into Harry’s muscular chest. He grabbed your hand when you didn’t move it away, looking into your eyes with parted lips. His own eyes were darkened, his pupils blown with a look you couldn’t quite place. They dragged up and down from your eyes to your mouth, and just being subject to his gaze lit a fire in your core. He was animalistic. Harry traced along your jaw with his free hand, tentatively as if waiting to be stopped. Only, you didn’t stop him. You weren’t sure you could speak, even if you wanted to.

He let go of your wrist and ran both of his hands through his damp hair, before wiping down his face with his right hand. Harry took a step closer, his big frame overshadowing you as you stepped back until your hips hit the kitchen counter. Please, please let this go as far as I want it to, you silently prayed, wishing Harry could read your mind right now. He was still looking down at you, his firm chest rising and falling quickly. You placed a gentle hand against his pec, checking his eyes for any sign as to his next move. Harry merely cocked his head in response, as if trying to figure you out too. “Harry, please,” you moaned softly, hoping this would be all the permission he needed to have his wicked way with you.

Almost instantly, his hands were under your thighs, scooping you up and placing you on the countertop. He tilted your chin up and looked over your face one more time before his lips smashed into yours, starting a battle of tongues, teeth and lips. You wrapped an arm around his broad shoulder, allowing his tongue further into your mouth. Harry’s teeth tugged at your lower lip as he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. You were panting, half from the lack of air but mostly from the heat in your belly. You mentally scolded him for not leaving you clean panties as they were double soaked now. You wrapped your ankles around his hips, pulling him closer into you until your cores connected. His thick shaft poked your inner thigh, leaving you moaning and crumbling in front of him. “You had me going crazy all night,” Harry moaned against your mouth, pushing his hands up and under your t-shirt. He kneaded your soft breasts as if they were warm dough, pinching your nipple as his lips moved down to your neck. His name tumbled out of your mouth over and over again, Harry, Harry, Harry, ringing around your head as he got to work on your body.

He stepped back, tilting your head up again to look him in the eyes as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your shorts and panties. You gave him a small nod, knowing he’d take that as your consent to do whatever he fancied with you. Harry whipped them off in one go, his cock twitching at the sight of you. Your lips were swollen and pink, pupils blown with lust. He could see the wetness glistening between your folds, looking beyond inviting. His fingers trailed up your thigh, circling your button before slipping between your folds. Your head fell to his shoulder as he pushed in and out of you, stroking at your sweet spot. Your walls were tightening around his knuckles already, so much pent up pleasure pushing you close to your climax already.

“So close already, sweet girl?” Harry drawled, peppering kisses down your throat. You could only moan in response, feeling a ball of heat deep in your core. He slipped another finger in, rubbing on your button with his thumb, desperate to coax you to your high. “Right there Harry, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you panted, screwing up your eyes as he bought you closer. “Look at me, Y/N, look in my eyes as you come,” Harry warned, his tone stern yet breathy. The minute you looked up at him, your orgasm flooded over you. Your thighs were shaking as you called out his name through pants, a hand gripping the back of his thick curls.

He kept his fingers moving inside you, slower now as you came down from your high, before rubbing a hand along your waist. “You needed that, huh? Did so good for me baby,” he spoke softly, pressing kisses into your jawline. “I’m gonna take you to the bed now, okay?” He asked, pushing your hair out of your face. You simply nodded, unable to speak after such a fast and heavy orgasm.

Harry slipped off his shirt before sliding an arm under you and gripping you tight, carrying you over to the giant bed. He laid you down gently in the centre of the bed, kicking off his shorts and boxers. Your eyes were drawn to his groin as he gave himself a quick stroke, his erection bouncing up to smack the centre of his laurels. He was big. Bigger than he felt pressed against you, maybe bigger than you’d ever seen. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at you with his lips rolled into his mouth. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m clean, Harry. And I’m on birth control,” you offered. Harry grinned. He wouldn’t normally go raw, he knew the risks all too well. But man, did he want to. He could already feel the way your walls would stretch around him, the sheer pleasure of splitting you in two with no barrier in the way. It was risky, but he’d already taken enough risks with you. One more wouldn’t hurt.

He climbed on top of you, resting one hand to the left of your shoulder. Guiding his cock to your folds, he moaned at the slightest touch. You’d had him hard for so long now, Harry knew he wouldn’t last long when he finally got inside you. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips as he pushed his head inside of you. He took the first few inches slow, reeling from how tight you were around him. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay pet?” He looked deep into your eyes as you nodded, throwing an arm around his neck. “More, please Harry,” you whimpered, using one foot to nudge the back of his thigh. “You wanna take it all, princess? Gonna get fucked so good by daddy’s cock?”

You moaned louder at his words, pure filth tumbling out of his dirty, dirty mouth. Harry bottomed out inside you, throwing his head back in relief. He had every intention of starting off slow and careful, but after pulling out, his first thrust was already hard and sloppy. He needed you too badly to waste time warming you up. “You feel so good baby, never had someone so tight around me.” He rocked into you quickly, his free hand gripping onto yours. You had no idea sex could ever feel as good as it did right now. His cock was filling every inch of you, forcing satisfaction into places you’d never felt before. “Harry, fuck-“ you whined, “I’m close.”

“Come for me, I want you to come baby.” His groin was rubbing against your clit, your pleasure threatening to spill out of you again. You looked up at him, just as he’d requested before, and stretched your neck to press sloppy kisses along his collarbone. Your body started to tense up again, you could feel your walls clenching around his shaft. You writhed under him, this orgasm more intense than you’d ever had. “Fuck baby, fuck. Where do you want me to come?” He stuttered, throwing everything left in his body into thrusting in and out of you as you came down from your high. “Inside me, please, fuck Harry.” You panted, clawing into the back of his neck. He wasted no time in painting your walls with his come, his thrusts becoming sloppy and half-arsed as he cried out your name.

—

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. I wasn’t expecting it or anything,” you spoke softly, moving your head to look up at Harry. He only wrapped his arm around you tighter, pressing a kiss into the top of your head. “I know. I wanted to.” He replied, pulling the duvet on top of you both with his free hand. “Seemed like you wanted it too,” he smirked, nestling his chin into your hair. You slapped his chest playfully, eyes heavy after your long night. You both fell asleep like that, tangled up in each other, wearing nothing but a pair of pants each.

part three

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[zaynsxsoul]

Honey sunbathed summer | Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: sleepy summer afternoon at the trailer park, ice cream debates, and sloppy kisses with Eddie ♡

warnings: 1k words, fluff, curse words, established relationship, play fighting, teasing, just a short cozy summer drabble

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The heated rejoicing colors of purple, blue and coral red, light brightly the dozy sunday skies of Forest Hills Trailer park. The flushed summer sunset rises the glossy evening, which is only around two hours away until the moon begins its hike within the stars.

The four p.m. afternoon has a certain magical aura to it. The one when simpleness turns into mere worthy admiration. The start of summer at Hawkins usually has that effect.

Right in front of the limit that crosses the division between the quiet forest and the trailer park, lies a kiddy pool that’s being more than enjoyed by children whose voices reflect the excitement of the simpleness that water gives at any age.

A racing water slip slide is set right across Eddie’s trailer too. A hose sends the right amount of water and soap ratio for it to be slippery enough for the nine year olds who play some sort of made up secret coded game that only they understand. The watermist kisses the tip of your nose from time to time.

The thought of summer accompanied by fudgy banana splits, water, the smoky whiff of a deliciously glazed barbecue aroma coming from nearby, forest tree leaves transporting the warm heat, and the essence of freshly mowed lawn that vaporizes the smell of wet dirt and grass, never fails to spike a shot of serotonin.

And within the immortalized echo of the melody produced by the bustle from the neighbors, wind chimes, the evening honey whiff, water splashes and cicadas, your laughter fades into that chorus among Eddie’s voice.

Because although outside on his porch the heat is still unbearable, skin being sticky under your two piece playsuit, and every texture feeling fuzzy and icky, that doesn’t even come close to ruining spending time with him.

The smell of your coconut scented sunscreen feels like summer itself. Even more when you had applied it, –or more like bathed— Eddie’s reluctant scrunched face in it as well.

And how couldn’t you? after the awful experience of his almost burnt to shrimp-skin the other day at the pool. But as impossible as it seems, even with gooey sunscreen that draws a line from his cheeks and down his nose, he looks radiant, sitting just a few inches away from you.

With hair pulled back and a low pony from which some reluctant little hairs fall, he smiles. It’s hard not to think about how enchantingly adorable he is with that hairstyle. As adorable as you’d love to squish his little face and make him turn love sick out of kisses.

His torso is covered by a very thin black fabric shirt. Your bare leg brushes from time to time with his knee. And you can swear that his warmth adds even more heat to the afternoon. A certain type of heat that you probably don’t mind feeling.

He himself is in awe at the beautifully deified sight of your cheeks, plum red and glossy, at the way your legs sit crossed in front of his and move sporadically, how your shoulders shine and bathe golden under the toasty sun. And he can’t help but adore the way your eyebrows furrow, concentrating on the deck of twenty plus cards that you hold right below your face.

“You’ve had the worst luck today” He mocks. The cheshire cat-like grin teasing ever more when you’re taking your sweet time to pick a card.

“I can’t let you win again.” You pout, arms falling down as if you were mid-surrender. “It means you’d win over my Candy Center Crunch!” He chuckles boyishly, and you react with a mixture between an eye roll and a grin when you understand the reason why. “You’re being dirty”

“Funny Feet would be better though” The sight of his spread abdomen, glimmering with water and sweat when he leans back being supported by his hands is surely divine.

“Eddie! God, that sounds even worse” He can’t help but smile stupidly at the sight of your nose scrunch. “Do I honestly have to not just bear with you stealing my ice cream but also underestimating it for a Funny Feet popsicle?”

“Uh tut-tut, not stealing, winning, snippy” He reprimands playfully.

“Who even likes funny feet? I’d only let you undermine center crunch over a snoopy ice pop or choco taco”

“What?” And he sounds crushed. Like if you had said the most insultingly revolting thing ever. “The snoopy ice pop sucks, babe” He states mid chuckle. “It’s just fake marshmallow. Fuck, it’s not even an ice pop”

“It is an ice pop!”

“If there’s no fruit or water is not an ice pop” He states.“you only like it because it’s a dog” You shrug, playfully ticked.

“It’s not any dog, Eddie, it’s Snoopy” He pinches the doughy soft flesh of your thigh gently after the correction.

“Either way, I won”

By laying his last remaining card on the main deck, his victory is endured. Cheerful hands shake your shoulders back and forth in a celebratory motion until the palms also drum your legs gently.

And you still can't believe that he is walking over to the kitchen and taking your beloved crunchy ice cream out of the fridge, much less how he is mocking you by showing it and smiling like a child from where he stands.

“Fuck, this is so good”

Your eye almost twitches when he plops on the couch, and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to follow and sit beside him. The coldness of the tin-like material is dripping water.

You’re staring deeply.

With the corner of his eye and a smile evoked from the edge of his lips, he looks at you in amusement while fidgeting with the crinkly bag. As if seeing you like this was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced.

And in the back of his mind, when the ice cream is already out of the wrapper, he actually feels bad by just the sight of the way your eyes reflect those of a puppy imploring for food.

“Here” He hands it over, although you don’t take it yet. “You can see it”

“Stop it!” His burlesque snort that mocks your plea turns into a gasp when you push his own hand when he leans for a bite.

The taste of revenge is sweet. Quite literally.

The expression on your face changes to a splendid smile, observing his vainilla covered cheek and reminiscing the way it landed there because of you.

“Give me a bite” You pout. mouth watering at the sight of his lips and teeth sinking into it

He nods. Unbothered by the cream that drips from his face. You wish you could seem more stern, but when he’s leaning near your face making a growling lion sound ready to bite into your cheek, It’s absurdly impossible to not break down to giggles.

“You know what I mean, Eds”

“No! you bet on this, you little cheater. Plus, look at what you just did” His finger points at his distressed cheek, as if you hadn’t noticed yet.

“I can fix that”

Your hand presses onto his thigh while scooting over. The tip of your tongue licks expertly the trace of the sweet chocolate iridescence that drips from his lip, right where the vainilla drop slides. His skin is soft against your tongue.

From the proximity he can feel the scent of your perfume, the reminiscences of wildflower shampoo mixed in with sunscreen, pool chlorine and your own aroma. It’s a bewilderment that makes him shiver even inside of the heat box that his trailer is.

And when your face leans a little closer, his own gesture drops once you’re swiftly biting into the ice cream very slightly. A cold bit of the peanut covered chocolate crust falls to his leg, instantly melting over his warmth.

“Stop it” He laughs. “Thief” But it’s pointless to make a fuss out of it when he has already surrendered.

“Whoops, sorry” You say, the tip of your tongue licking the trace of the chocolate on his leg. And shortly after, the trace that melts down his fingers and knuckles.

“You can’t do that” You raise your eyebrows innocently. “This! with the cute little face and big eyes.”

“Why not? Always seems to work” The silence of the stare is gratifying, and when he grins it feels like he’s trying to say ‘it really fucking does’.

“You know? It’s real sad you stole from me, cause’ I had something else for ya’”

With a covered face behind rebel brown locks of hair that escaped the pony, he looks over his shoulder and seems to stretch to grab something. Sparks rise when he’s pulling out a beautiful snoopy ice pop that crinkles like the sound of heavenly chants.

“You got it for me?” When your smile turns into a dazzling glare, and your eyes shoot flickering stars, he yearns for the magnificent instant to last a little longer.

“Of course I did, I said I despise the snoopy fake ice pop, or ice cream or whatever, but shit, how I love that smile of yours when you see it.”

Moved by burning excitement, your hand moves to grab it, but when he pulls it away, your face naturally lands near his. So taking advantage of the situation, the skin of your cheek purposely but flawlessly rests on his jaw.

“Not so fast. What am I getting in return?” The magical sound of his question ardently stirs the butterflies on your lower belly.

“A bite out of it?”

When his mouth puckers expectantly, the sweetness of your kiss mends the itch of his expecting lips. The chocolate taste that lingers on him is heavenly, dipped proudly, praising the feeling. Your mouth is cold from the ice cream. His is colder.

It’s gooey, and messy, and sticky. And that’s what makes it so special.

When you pull away, a love sick smile welcomes you back from the celestial trip. And with nothing more to say other than thinking ‘well deserved’, he hands over the ice pop.

“Thank you, Teddie” You coo, pulling the bag away to reveal snoopy’s cheeky smile.

He might adore the proximity of the defining moment once you sit on his lap more than anything else. The dear moment pains and soothes his heart in the most beautiful ways.

“You’re welcome, ice pop” His giggles come out like a mewl.

From honey sunbathed shoulders, Eddie pulls you in closer to his chest. Serenity steps into the moment when his jawline bobs with each bite lolling you towards tranquility, when his arms hug you close, when his proximity is intimately tender. And although you’re both sticky and sweaty, it couldn’t be more insignificant right about now.

The sun is finally fading. And the sky prepares to welcome the night, which you hope comes with faith of a cooler breeze. through the open front door and blowing curtains, you admire with heavy eyelids the way the golden evening glimmers his skin.

And when the warmth of his embrace makes you dizzy, the taste of vanilla takes a trip down your taste buds, and laughter and the conversations from not so far away make your heart swole, you think there’s nowhere in this world you’d aspire more to be, than here.

Because when summer makes it’s glorious entrance, it means afternoons being spent just like this in Eddie’s company. Which always makes it all better.

Even better than Snoopy Ice creams, Crunch Center, and Choco Tacos all merged into one.

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[maraschinomerry]

Distracted part 2

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

Summary: after Lockwood tells Lucy and George about his encounter at the auction, the three of them set out to find you and the book

Content: making out, deep conversation, mention of manipulation

A/N: thank you all so so much for the love on the first part (which is here, originally requested by @superpositvecloudshipper) and thank you for being patient with me for the follow-up, hope you like it!

Word count: 2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear + @rinisfruity14 @tigerthealien @honey-with-tea @frogmanfletch @ayoitsmickey

George paced furiously around the kitchen. Deep shadows crossed his face every time he turned away, the blackness of the night beyond the window not providing a single speck of light. "I can't believe you lost the book, Lockwood. Jesus, Barnes is going to kill us. We're screwed."

Lockwood heaved a sigh from the table, where he was scribbling something about you, the mystery woman from the auction, on the Thinking Cloth. "It's not my fault, I got trapped with this relic hunter and she pinned me down and stole it."

The thudding of George's footsteps ground to an abrupt halt and Lucy, on the other side of the table, snapped to attention. Lockwood almost squirmed under their scrutiny.

"She?" George frowned.

"We need to find her. What did she look like?" Lucy listened as Lockwood rattled off a remarkably detailed description of you and fought to keep her expression neutral. "Was she pretty?"

"Yes. Wait. No. I mean-"

Lucy burst out laughing while George stared in horror. "Oh my god, so when you say she pinned you…" Her face split into a mischievous grin.

George slammed his hands onto the table, making everyone's teacups rattle. "Do not finish that thought. But as much as I really don't want to say it, Lucy's right. We do need to find her and the book. And I think you know how we go about it."

—

"You never fail to surprise me, Locky."

The trio were down at the wharf in the early rays of morning, trying to find out if Flo knew you or your whereabouts. Much to Lockwood's chagrin, the other two were more than happy to divulge every detail they knew. Lucy had even put aside her disdain for the other girl to be able to fully participate in the gossip.

"I know, I lost a fight, these things happen. It was a very crowded space."

"I was talking about you finally being intimate with someone."

Lockwood blushed. "I wouldn't exactly call it-" the words died in his throat as Flo threw him a knowing glare. "Okay fine, but that's not why I- why we need to find her. She stole something important, and we have to get it back. Please, Flo."

"Fine. But I'm not coming with you. Being a relic woman was my thing until she decided to steal the idea, along with a bunch of my sources. It won't be pretty if I see her again."

—

Someone was coming. More than one someone. The sounds of multiple sets of feet and muffled voices echoed off the concrete walls of the place you called home, a disused undercroft in South Bank. You tucked yourself behind a pillar, pulling a knife from the holster on your leg.

"Hello?" The voice that called out was deep, but not deep enough to be a man's, and oddly familiar. "I'm here for the book." Oh.

You slipped out from your hiding place to see the boy from the auction flanked by a bespectacled, curly-haired boy dressed all in orange and a pretty brunette girl in a practical blue playsuit and leather jacket. They were both a little shorter than him.

"Hello darling," you flashed him a smile, noting the way the other two people glanced at each other behind his back. How much did they know? "I'm afraid you've wasted your time, though I'm sure I can make it up to you." Knife still in hand, you stepped a little closer. He didn't move, just looked you up and down, but the girl switched from behind his shoulder to in front. He murmured something to her, and you caught the name Lucy.

"You can make it up by not lying to me again."

"Okay, first of all, I never lied to you. I did have fun and you definitely seemed to. Secondly, what makes you think I'm lying now? I don't have the book."

"You're too smart to get rid of something that valuable. Personal insurance, didn't you say?"

"My my, you've got a good memory. Either that or you've been really thinking about me."

"We are still here, you know," the other boy interrupted. "Any time you want to let us know what's going on would be great, or shall we leave you to it?" The girl, Lucy, waggled her eyebrows a little. She definitely knew the whole of it, then. The taller boy pondered for a moment before giving them an apologetic smile and saying it was perhaps best.

As soon as they were gone, you sheathed your knife and took the boy by his tie. He gulped as your fingers ran up and down the smooth silk - not pulling, not forcing, just reinforcing the fact that you were unarmed and right in his personal space. His hand came up, ghosting across your shoulder, before it dropped and he cleared his throat.

"So, what exactly do you need personal insurance for?"

"Oh please, don't say it like you don't know. You're friends with that Bones girl, you've probably dealt with tons of relic hunters. It's just another part of the lifestyle."

There was something soft and sincere in the way he looked at you, a far cry from the angry, passionate boy you'd met the first time. He sat on one of the hard concrete benches and held out a hand. "Then you know you can trust me with it."

You refused the hand, but in spite of yourself sat down next to him with a huff. The last thing you wanted was to go churning out some sob story, especially with a fling so quick you still didn't actually know his name, but if that was what it took for him to leave you alone then so be it. Although, you had to admit, there was a tiny part of you that was pleased he'd come looking, that you'd got the chance to see him again. He seemed nice. Sharp enough to go toe-to-toe with you yet caring enough to know when to stand down. Your world would eat him alive.

"Nothing good comes from trusting others." You half-expected a snappy retort, a speech about the healing power of friendship, but he must have sensed the weight behind your words because he said nothing, simply waited for you to elaborate. So you did.

The long and the short of it was that you'd been an idiot. When you first became a relic hunter, you had only just lost your Talent and had no idea how to navigate the world without it, so you'd fallen in with a more experienced guy a few years your senior. He taught you everything you needed to know, helped get you on your feet and fending for yourself, but he also used your loyalty against you and tricked you into an obligation to give him a cut of anything you earned on a hunt. It wasn't enough that you couldn't afford to eat or anything, but just enough that you'd never be able to break away and gain your dependence from him. The book was your insurance because technically you hadn't got it on a hunt, so it was your nest egg for when you finally got the confidence to break free from him.

"Not that I think I ever will," you added bitterly. "It's too late for me."

"No. I don't believe that." The boy was almost choked up, watching you with the most pained expression.

"It's that relentless optimism that left you without the book in the first place."

"I'm not being optimistic, I'm being realistic. Come with us, we could help you."

"Look, you're sweet and all, but don't mistake me thinking you're hot for me liking you."

He raised an eyebrow and gave you another of those irresistible grins like he had when he first swiped the book. "At least you think I'm hot."

You laughed, genuinely, and it startled you a little. "Stop being so smug and get over here before your mates get impatient."

He was on you in seconds. All the despondency of the conversation evaporated in the sudden heat between you as he dragged you into his lap. You moved with agility, knees either side of his waist and feet between his knees, and twisted your hand into his hair to hold yourself close. He moaned into the kiss and clamped his hands firmly round your waist. Still tasted like bergamot. You savoured him, drank him in, then decided to get a little experimental. Letting go of his hair, you took both hands to loosen his tie and undo the top couple of shirt buttons. The second his skin was exposed, you ducked down and worked a blossoming bruise into that perfect neck. To your delight, he tilted his head back to grant you further access. Once you considered him suitably marked, you trailed kisses up towards his jaw, and he brought his head back down to catch your lips with his. The hands on your waist moved in opposite directions: one up and around your back, the other down over your hip, lower and lower. You shuddered in excitement, but the movement jolted his teeth a little too hard against your lower lip and made you jump.

"Sorry!" he whispered, already deep voice made even huskier by desire and shortness of breath. "Are you…?"

"I'm fine," you reassured him, "but maybe it's a good time to call it quits while we still can."

You disentangled from one another, the tension of unresolved intimacy thick in the air that grew between you as you moved apart.

"You know," he began without making eye contact, "the offer still stands. We could make it work."

"I know. But no, we couldn't." Part of you desperately wished it weren't the case, but you understood deep down that you could never return to his world. You suspected he knew it too. He began to move away. "Wait, what about the book?"

The smile he gave you lacked any of the electricity it usually did, but still had the same depth of feeling. "Keep it. Consider it proof that trust can get you something." He was almost at the edge of the undercroft now, almost out of sight.

"Wait!" you called again, louder this time. Inwardly, you cringed at how needy you must have sounded.

"If you don't want me to go, just say so." That spark was back in his smirk.

"No, I just… I still don't know your name."

"Lockwood. Can I ask for yours?"

You smiled softly, trying so hard to keep up the confident snarky persona but feeling it crumble by the second in the face of his utter sincerity. "Maybe next time, darling." And then he was gone.

—

The letterbox of 35 Portland Row rattled. That was odd. The postman had already been by today. Lockwood pushed himself wearily out of his armchair and made his way into the hallway. On the mat was a single scrap of folded paper. Frowning, he picked it up. The handwriting was unfamiliar, messy with haste.

'Behind the wall'.

There was nobody at all on the street, no matter which way he looked. Whoever had delivered the note had made a point not to stick around. Tucked behind a small bush in the front garden, leaning against the wall as promised, so well concealed nobody could possibly know it was there without being told to look, was a rectangular block wrapped in brown paper. Tucked in the front was another scrap of the same paper, with the same handwriting.

'Lockwood, darling. Proof trust goes both ways. Until we meet again, (name) x'

Blinking back tears, Lockwood peeled back the paper with shaky hands. Hands that were holding the book.

#lockwood & co x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #fem!reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood & co fanfic #lockwood and co #renew lockwood and co

[hibiscusbabyboy]

♡ My Personal (Coquette) Style ♡

Inspired by: @pink-evilette

♡ Ribbons in my hair, shoes, all over my body

♡ Floral fashion

♡ Gingham Galore

♡ Babydoll dresses

♡ Stockings/Hosiery very important

♡ The colour red

♡ Platform heels

♡ Blue eyeshadow

♡ Red lipstick

♡ Faux Fur coat

♡ Mini skirts

♡ Playsuits

♡ Soft, powdery scented perfume

#vintage coquette #coquette #me #coquette aesthetic #coquette fashion

[stressghoul]

In Your Own World

A fic based on Ghost's new cover of 'Stay'.

Summary Stay with me. I didn't think when I ran. And I couldn't think when I saw him singing in a red sequin jacket with his mismatched eyes staring at me.

Papa Emeritus IV x fem! reader

AO3 link here

I took a deep breath through my chill-reddened nose as I stepped through the double glass doors of the restaurant. I am not usually one who socialises; I would much rather spend my night alone in a dressing gown, but I had already said yes to tonight. Why had I said yes to tonight? I cursed my past self under my breath as I kept walking.

Winifred’s was the fanciest place to eat in the godforsaken town. Crisp white tablecloths glowed under the warm lamplight on each dining table. It had attracted lovers of two to groups of six sitting down and eating and I felt my stomach flip as strode inside clearly missing the outfit memo. I glanced down at my black playsuit, long sleeve white shirt underneath, sparkly black tights, doc martins, and long dark grey overcoat with embarrassment. I saw one girl in a cocktail dress. Another in a corset. Why did I say yes to tonight? I didn’t belong here.

But as the second passed, I saw a short girl with long blonde curls. She waved at me excitedly from a window dining table. I took another deep yet sharp breath through my nose and pulled my coat closer to my body.

“I will only be here for dinner and that’s it.’ I said to myself. ‘No longer.’

Ruby greeted me as I removed my overcoat reluctantly and placed it on my chair. I hadn't been friends with her long, but she was outgoing and comforting to be around. Her golden hair shone in the ambient orange light, the reflections grabbing my attention when she moved to embrace me in a friendly hug. She was the kind of person who said she was introverted, yet in the same breath would say yes to going out to the sticky club on a whim. I was nothing like Ruby.

I was quick to tell her that I felt underdressed, but Ruby in her infinite kindness said my curves looked cute in the dark playsuit. I brushed it off. She was wearing a long flowing baby blue maxi dress with matching heels. 

I ordered quickly. Anything with chicken and a side salad. I didn't want to be here longer than I had to.

Ruby ordered a margarita and a plate of pasta. She updated me on her job but I felt a million miles away in my own world. It’s not that I didn't care, it’s that my heart did not stop beating out of my chest. Anxiety had her claws in me more than normal tonight.

A waiter came by our table - a long, slender man with curly brown hair piled on top of his head. He was cute, I thought to myself. He placed a margarita in front of Ruby and a sav blanc for me. I eyed it and then gazed at Ruby.

‘I knew you needed one’ was all she said with a wink. I sighed but took a large sip. The burn woke me up. I might need more than one . But the waiter - still standing at attention beside me - stated that if we were too cold with the window slightly open, he was happy to close it. I immediately said it was fine; no need to do any more for us and after all, I know how to close a window if I started shivering. He bowed slightly and left us silently.

But I heard it in the breeze. A whisper of a voice through the same window.

If this world is wearing thin, and you’re thinking of escape …

With the wine glass frozen on my lips, I stared out the window. And the voice continued.

I'll go anywhere with you, just wrap me up in chains.

I don't remember standing up. I don't remember excusing myself from Ruby. All I heard was the voice from outside.

But if you try to go alone, don't think I'll understand.

The chill had bitten into my skin deeply as I left Winifred’s as quickly as I had entered. I shivered; I didn't have my overcoat. Fuck that. Where was the voice coming from?

I started running - I think it echoed from the old botanic gardens, or at least in that direction. My heart was pounding harder than my heavy boots on the pavement. I didn't bother to look where I was running. I was following my ears. I had never been this impulsive.

Stay with me.

It was getting louder. I was getting closer. Did anyone else hear that? Trees were a green blur and I ran faster than I had in my life. 

Stay with me.

I had never heard a voice like this one. Full of emotion. Alluring. Quite literally pulling me toward him. If I see Ruby again, I will need to profusely apologise. But right now, I didn't care. Who’s voice was that?

I felt the bass then - it was a performance maybe? A full band was behind the man with an angelic voice. And he didn't stop singing as if he was whispering directly to me.

In the silence of your room; In the darkness of your dreams …

You must only think of me; there can be no in between.

My breaths came in quickly, but I was almost there. Through the metal gates of the botanic gardens. Down the pebbled path. I thanked my past self for wearing solid footwear but hated that I forgot my overcoat because the cold was digging deeper into my bones. Running was the only distraction. And the disembodied voice of course.

When your pride is on the floor, I'll make you beg for more.

I sprinted on soggy grass from earlier rains. Who was performing when it was so miserable outside, and more importantly where were they?

But I knew with every pound of my heart, the performers were on the other side of the gardens. I just needed to round the corner.

And I did, as I heard again -

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

If his voice was beautiful and alluring, it did not do anything to prepare me for what he looked like.

I was right - it was a band on stage and they were surrounded by soft yellow and orange hanging lights. There were quite a few people here and they all wore black. They danced to the slow music and the soft voice.

The soft voice. Then the rest of the band kicked in, leading with the drums and my eyes were glued to him. My heart was in my throat.

You'd better hope and pray, that you make it safe back to your own world.

He was a picture of red and black. The jacket glinted in the light as he moved and swayed to his music, bouncing red every which way with his eyes closed. His face was painted like a skull in black and white, but he wasn't scary. How could he be when he sounded like an angel? He held the microphone close to his mouth as he opened his eyes. They were like two glistening gems; one geen one white. And they were looking at me.

You'd better hope and pray, that you'll wake one day in your own world.

'Cause when you sleep at night, they don't hear your cries in your own world.

Only time will tell if you can break the spell back in your own world.

I was out in the open. I was crashing this … party? Gathering? Why were all these people here? I was puffing out of exhaustion. I couldn’t breathe not just because I was running a second ago or the fact that I felt my nose freeze over; it was because he was staring at me with a curious gaze.

He was still far away, on stage in the middle of a clearing within the gardens. Trees surrounded everyone but the warm lighting kept the dance floor bustling. The stage wasn't too big; it didn't overwhelm the party, but his presence was more than enough to capture every ear there. By his side were other musicians, masked with dark helmets and matching outfits. But my gaze landed back on him. And I found myself walking closer. I was drawn to him like a moth to a very, very alluring flame,

Stay with me.

I was by the dance floor now, gazing up at him. Others ignored me, listening to his voice. How was this man so harsh looking, but his voice like the feeling of warm breath on cold cheeks?

Stay with me.

From here I could see the lines on his face, the greying hairs at his temples emerging from his soft brown hair. He was beautiful. He still gazed at me as he sang:

Stay with me.

Why was I here? What was I doing? Those were questions I should have been asking, but instead, my brain was wondering who he was.

Stay with me.

The music faded and he removed the mic from being so close to his face. I saw him fully for the first time. His chest was steadily inhaling and exhaling deeply from the effort of the performance. He put everything he had into it. I had no doubt of that.

He unlocked his gaze from me suddenly and left the small stage after he handed his mic to one of those masked musicians. I only noticed now that they appeared to have tails. What was going on? As quickly as he left, I heard him again.

‘What’s a girl doing outside in the dead of winter without a coat?’

I turned toward the voice that caressed my ear almost as much as his singing.

He was in front of me. The painted man. He was taller close-up and I could see each individual sequin on his crimson jacket and he engulfed my personal space. The delicate colours in his one green eye and the pure liquid pearl that was his white one stared into my own.

I had no reply. How could I? This person just pulled me from a restaurant with a friend. Shit! Ruby.

‘Are you okay, little mouse?’ he asked. This time concern wrapped his face in the form of his forehead creasing and eyes searching me all over.

I made a slight noise in my throat as a response and his lip quirked up a fraction. He smiled at me.

But before I could even process that, he was shrugging off that red sequin jacket from his broad shoulders.

‘This won’t do. And even if you can't talk, you don’t deserve to freeze.’ He said politely.

He moved closer and delicately placed his jacket on my shoulders. Oh god, I could smell him. Like cider and fresh florals from the market. His gloved hands adjusted the collar and I watched them as they made sure I was wrapped up in his jacket. His lingering warmth from being on stage still clung to the heavy material. His finger caught my chin as he moved it to look back up at him.

He said nothing, just analysed my face. And I hated not knowing, so a question sprung out of me.

‘Who are you?’

The smirk returned, and this time, I saw how it manipulated his face paint. The black lips moved, creasing his cheeks, and smudging the black into the white slightly.

‘So the little mouse does speak, eh?’ He laughed as he looked down at me in his clothing, and continued. ‘Call me Papa.’

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[thegettingbyp2]

Friday Nights

Johnny Knoxville x reader SMUT

Buy me a coffee :)

I loved Friday nights, me and my best friend, Anna, had a tradition. We would finish work and head back to my house, order take out and watch a couple of episodes of whatever show we were watching and then, once we had eaten, the booze would be broken out. While we were drinking, music would go on and we would get ready to go out. We would then proceed to head into town where all the good bars were and spend the night dancing, Anna often going home with a guy. This Friday night was just like any other.

‘He’s so hot! Do you seriously not see it?!’ Anna exclaimed, gesturing with her fork to the TV. We were watching old episodes of Jackass on my sofa, bowls of pasta in our laps. Anna was obsessed with Ehren and whenever he appeared on screen there was no prying her eyes away.

‘I never said he wasn’t hot, he is, I’m not blind!’ I laughed, used to this conversation we had whenever we watched Jackass, be that the series or films. ‘I just think Johnny’s hotter.’ I had a huge crush on the ring leader of the group and had done since the first time I saw a clip of him on YouTube.

‘This reminds me, we still on for the cinema next week? I can book tickets,’ Anna said through a mouthful of pasta, causing me to narrow my eyes at her slightly. ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled when she had swallowed her food.

‘Yes, we’re still on for next week, but make sure you get good seats, I want to get the best view of Johnny as I can,’ I joked. We were going to the cinema to see the third Jackass film when it came out.

After we had eaten, I washed the bowls and cutlery up and we went upstairs to get ready. I chose to wear a pair of blue jeans that made my ass look great with a black strappy top that showed just the right amount of cleavage. A pair of black heels finished the outfit off and kept my make-up simple, adding eyeliner to my usual eye shadow and a lipstick that was the perfect mix between pink and red. I kept my hair down and mussed it up a bit so it appeared a bit thicker and completed my look. Anna had put on a black off-the-shoulder playsuit with a pair of black strappy sandals with a slight heel. Once we were happy with our looks, we called a cab and headed into town.

---

As usual the bar was packed. We got our drinks and had a few shots at the bar before heading over to the dance floor, spilling most of our drinks as we danced. After a while, I headed back over to the bar to get us both another drink, Anna was dancing with a guy when I left so I made sure I had my phone on vibrate so I’d hear if she tried to call me and made sure that I could still see her and make sure she was okay. This was the only downside of the two of us going out, there would inevitably be times when one of you was left on your own.

I got through the crowd to the bar, phone in my hand so I’d feel if it buzzed and ordered our drinks. While I was waiting for them, I felt someone lean against the bar next to me and from the corner of my eye I could make out that it was a guy so I put my head down and looked through my phone, trying to show that I wasn’t interested.

‘Hey, doll, can I buy you a drink?’ a southern accent drawled next to me.

‘Thanks, but I’ve already payed for it,’ I said, not looking up from my phone.

‘Well in that case can I hang around and buy you the next one?’ The voice came again. This time I looked up, amused and my face dropped just as I was about to reply.

‘You’re Johnny Knoxville,’ I said stupidly. Johnny laughed and nodded.

‘Nothing gets past you doll, does it?’

I felt my cheeks flush, making Johnny laugh again and the bartender put mine and Anna’s drinks next to me. Johnny clocked onto the two drinks and his face fell slightly. ‘Oh shit, your boyfriend isn’t going to come and knock me out for hitting on his girl, is he?’

 ‘No,’ I said, laughing gently, ‘no boyfriend, this is for my friend on the dance floor.’ I hadn’t noticed Johnny leaning closer to hear me over the music, his face lighting back up when I told him I didn’t have a boyfriend.

‘Thank fuck,’ he said, grinning at me.

‘This is so weird, me and my friend were actually watching you on TV before we came out,’ I said, the amount of alcohol in my system meaning that I had no control over what came out of my mouth, ‘sorry, you must hear that a lot.’

‘What I’m hearing, doll is that you and your friend have good taste,’ he said, clearly flirting, leaning in closer to talk into my ear over the music. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as we were talking, my head not quite wrapping around who I was talking to.

‘Yeah, well she has this huge thing for Ehren,’ I said, my nose almost brushing Johnny’s T-shirt with how close we were standing, being jostled slightly by other people who were trying to get to the bar.

‘Oh yeah? And which one of us do you have “this huge thing for”?’ He asked. All of a sudden, I felt a surge of confidence (entirely thanks to the booze) and I decided that there was no harm in flirting back with him.

‘Just one of the others. He seems to like bulls quite a lot,’ I said, looking at him, a small smirk on my face. His head tipped back as he laughed and his arm came to wrap itself around my waist and bring be closer to him before leaning back into my ear.

‘That’s exactly what I wanted to hear doll,’ he said, his breath tickling my cheek as he spoke. ‘Go and get your friend and come with me to our little corner over there and I’ll introduce you to everyone, you can tell your friend Ehren’s here too.’

---

I had gone back onto the dance floor to find Anna. She didn’t believe me when I told her what had just happened but when I introduced her to Johnny her jaw hit the floor in shock and the three of us made our way to their cornered off area after Johnny had ordered the next round.

Anna and Ehren had hit it off straight away and we had a few more shots with the rest of the guys before they wandered off, Anna winking over her shoulder at me, letting me know exactly what was going to happen.

‘Wow, your friend works quick,’ Johnny said, cackling as he noticed the two of them walking off, ‘to be fair so does Ehren so it’s a pretty good match.’ Me and Johnny were sitting on one of the sofas, a little further away from the others but close enough that we could still take part in whatever conversation they were having as well. I was sitting with my legs crossed one over the other and back against the sofa whilst Johnny sat to his side, back slightly towards the others and I could feel his knee brushing against my leg.

‘Yeah, well, we’re here every week so she’s kind of mastered the art,’ I said, making him chuckle. I looked at Johnny and realised that he had been wearing his sunglasses for the whole time we’d been talking and I hadn’t seen his eyes yet. Feeling bold, I slowly lifted my hands up and took the sunglasses off of his face, his eyes meeting mine as I put them on the top of my head.

‘They suit you,’ he said, gesturing to the glasses.

‘Yeah, well I haven’t actually seen your eyes all night so,’ I trailed off, feeling even more flirty after the extra couple of shots.

‘And now you have, what do you think doll?’ He asked, his voice thickening as I watched his eyes trail down my face before fixing on my lips, leaning forward slightly.

‘I think,’ my words got caught in my throat as I saw the expression on his face, ‘I think that it’s a shame you hide them so often,’ I said quietly, knowing he was close enough to hear before leaning up and connecting our lips softly.

As soon as my lips touched his, Johnny’s arm left the back of the sofa and he pulled me into him, turning my body so I was practically sat on his lap. His tongue swept across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, feeling his tongue dart in and start exploring my mouth. He tasted of tequila, beer and a faint trace of mint toothpaste; I found the combination addicting. I broke away when I felt his hand slip underneath the back of my top and brush his thumb along the bare skin of my lower back. Our faces pulled away just enough for our lips to stop touching, Johnny’s hand still pressing me as close to him as he could in the space we had. I could feel his breath against my lips and wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine again.

‘Everything okay, doll?’ he asked, sounding slightly breathless.

I nodded, ‘want to come back to mine?’

‘Ain’t your friend and Ehren going to be there sweetheart?’

‘She doesn’t live with me, she was just round this evening, she’s taken him back to her place,’ I said, my eyes darting between his eyes and lips, head still frazzled from the kiss.

‘In that case, lead the way,’ he said with a cheeky grin. I grabbed his hand as we got up and led him outside where I rang a taxi. When I confirmed that it was on it’s way, Johnny gently pressed me up against the brick wall and brought his lips back to mine. The kiss felt lazy and I absolutely loved it. His hands were keeping me pressed against the wall.

‘How the fuck are you and Ehren the lucky ones tonight,’ a voice came from our side and we pulled apart to see Bam standing in the doorway, lighting a cigarette. Johnny let out a loud cackle, his body pressing against mine slightly making me feel the outline of his cock against my thigh through his trousers.

‘Hey man, I can’t help it if the ladies have taste tonight,’ Johnny said, guiding me towards our cab that had pulled up. Once inside the cab, Johnny didn’t try to kiss me again but his hand immediately fell to my thigh, flexing his fingers every now and then. The journey back to mine was spent in relative silence, the tension in the air between us making us practically buzz with excitement.

We got out of the cab and after a few attempts, I managed to open my front door. As soon as we were inside, Johnny pressed me against the door and his head went straight to my neck, kissing from my jaw to my collar. My head fell back to thud against the door as my eyes closed and I felt Johnny smirk against my skin. Grabbing his face in both of my hands, I pulled his head back up to mine to kiss him, arms on his forearms and I began to walk him backwards towards my living room; silently thanking myself for washing the dishes earlier when we went past the kitchen. I kept walking until the sofa hit the back of his legs and he sat down, pulling me onto his lap, our lips never parting.

Sat on his lap, I could feel just how hard he was in his trousers and I let myself grind against him, loving the sounds that he was making against my lips.

‘God doll, you’re incredible,’ he said when we broke apart to breathe. I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down slightly which made Johnny put two fingers under my chin and tilt my head back up to face him, ‘you getting shy on me doll?’

Instead of replying, I slammed my lips back to his, my hands threading through his hair, keeping his face against mine. ‘Bedroom,’ I mumbled against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stood up and his hands came to red on my ass to keep me against him, ‘up the stairs, first door on the left.’

When we got into my room, he threw me down onto the bed and crawled up my body, kissing from my lips, down to my jaw, to my neck before his hands slid my top up my body and off my head. He pressed a kiss to the space just underneath my bra and worked his hand behind me to undo the clasp, my bra soon joining my top on the floor. His hand came back around my body to cup one of my tits, thumb brushing against the nipple making me arch into his touch. A chuckle escaped his lips as he lowered his head and took my other nipple into his mouth, teeth biting down gently. I gasped and felt myself arch further into him, making him smirk against my nipple before pulling away.

‘Sweetheart, if you’re like this now, I can’t wait until I get these jeans off.’ The huskiness in his voice almost made me cum then and there. I pulled him back up my body, hands fisting in his T-shirt, working it up and over his head where I threw it to the side of my bed, hands instantly running down his chest stopping when I got to his belt buckle. I looked at him to see him hovering over me, eyes dark as he followed my hands. ‘Don’t let me stop you doll,’ he said, hand covering mine and undoing his belt and jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his legs until he was completely naked and I could feel the warmth of his cock pressing against my jeans as he lightly ground into me.

He started kissing his way back down my body until he reached my jeans. He looked me in the eye and, with his teeth, unbuttoned and pulled the zip down before his fingers hooked in the belt loops and slowly pulled them down my legs until I was able to kick them off my ankles, leaving me in just my panties. I felt Johnny’s fingers creep slightly under the waistband before I sat up and pulled him down so he was lying next to me.

‘Whatcha doing sweetheart,’ he asked, amused. I watched his eyes darken further as I sunk to my knees on the floor so I was in-between his spread legs. When my hand lightly wrapped around the length of his cock, a throaty groan left Johnny’s mouth and his head fell back to hit the mattress. His hand came to tangle in my hair, slightly guiding my head down until my lips touched the tip of his cock. I put both of my hands on his thighs and opened my mouth, letting him push my head down onto his cock, not stopping until he felt my nose press against the small patch of hair above. I hollowed my cheeks and opened my throat as he began to thrust into my mouth, clenching my thighs together as he moaned words of praise to me.

‘You’re so good sweetheart,’ he groaned when I swallowed around him, his hips bucking up quickly, making me gag slightly. I heard myself whine when he pulled me off his cock and he laughed as he pulled me by my hair until my face was in front of his again. ‘As good as that was, I really need to fuck you doll,’ he said, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips, completely juxtaposing his words.

He stood up from the bed and pulled me around his front; my back pressed against his chest, one hand on my hip and the other in-between my shoulder blades. ‘Bend over the bed,’ he growled into my ear, the hand on my back pressing me down until my front was flush against the bed, the duvet grazing my nipples sending shivers down my spine. I whimpered when I felt his hand move from my hip to my ass, smoothing the skin, before landing a slap when I pressed back against his hand.

‘Patience princess,’ he said lowly, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and drawing them down my legs, groaning when he saw my pussy ready for him, ‘fuck doll, you’re so wet already. Sucking my cock turn you on that much?’ he teased as his hand crept between my thighs to lightly play with my clit making my writhe against the hand keeping me pinned down.

‘Johnny, please, fuck me,’ I begged, quickly growing impatient with his light touches, needing him to really touch me. I felt my body still when he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. His hands came to rest on the mattress either side of my head as he leant over my body.

‘Ready sweetheart?’ he whispered in my ear, pushing into me with one thrust before I got the chance to answer. A moan was ripped from my body as he started up a fast and rough pace, his chest against my back as he nuzzled his head into my neck, biting down harshly and soothing over the skin straight away with his tongue.

‘Johnny,’ I panted, trying not to scream with how good he was making me feel. However, when I felt him pull out of me just as I was about to tip over the edge, I couldn’t help the cry escape my lips, tears pricking at my eyes.

‘You’re okay babygirl,’ he shushed me as he gathered me in his arms and turned me around so I was laying on my back and he pulled my legs open so he could thrust back into me, ‘need to kiss you baby,’ he said, one hand holding himself up over me and the other coming to cup my cheek as he kissed me desperately as he resumed the fast pace from before, bringing me right to the edge again in no time. When he broke the kiss, a cheeky grin appeared on his lips and he snaked his hand down my body, tweaking my nipple as he continued down and started to rub slow circles on my clit. The contrast of the slowness of his actions on my clit with the fast pace he was keeping inside me made my orgasm wash over me without any warning. I felt my legs shake and Johnny kept his pace, eyes never leaving my face as he rode me through my orgasm.

‘Good girl,’ he mumbled when I had begun to come down and I felt my thighs twitch as overstimulation began to set in. He took his hand off of my clit and pulled his cock out of my pussy before cumming over my stomach, burying his head into my neck, both of us out of breath. Johnny fell to my side and grabbed a couple of tissues from the tissue box next to my bed, cleaning his cum from my stomach before pulling me into him so my head was resting on his chest.

‘That was amazing,’ I said, getting my breath back. Johnny chuckled and kissed the top of my head, his fingers absentmindedly tracing up and down my spine, humming in agreement. ‘Oh my god, I just fucked Johnny Knoxville!’ I exclaimed in shock, sitting bolt upright in bed, holding a sheet against the front of my body. I heard Johnny let out a cackle behind me and heard him sit up and kiss my shoulder, arms coming round to pull me into him.

‘And I just fucked (Y/N), whatcha getting at doll,’ he said smirking against my shoulder, pressing another quick kiss to my shoulder when my hand came up to cup his cheek. ‘Can I take you on a date tomorrow?’

‘You what?’ I asked, shocked.

‘What? You mean you just wanted this to me a one-night stand, I’m wounded,’ Johnny said, trying to fight a smile, clutching his chest.

‘No, I mean, I didn’t expect this to happen at all,’ I said, gesturing between the two of us, ‘I told you I watch you on TV for fucks sake,’ I laughed.

‘Sweetheart,’ he turned me around in his arms so I was facing him, cupping my cheeks in both of his hands, making me look at him, ‘I think you’re beautiful and I’d really like it if you’d let me take you on a date, what do you say?’ As he was speaking, his face had inched closer until I could feel his breath on my lips again, a small smile playing on his face as he heard my breath hitch in my throat as I nodded and he pressed his lips back to mine softly, giving me a soft, sweet kiss that held a thousand promises.

I love Friday nights, I thought as he pulled me back down to the bed hovering over my body and pulling the sheet down.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville smut #jackass

[seasimscc]

comfy girls cc collection!!

here is the ~comfy girls collection~

- this collection consists of the cutest most comfiest clothes that your sims need

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• here are all the girls and there cc! makeup is listed at the bottom •

~demi~

hair- greenllamas monica hair

bodysuit- dissia aurelia playsuit

socks- serenity monolith socks

shoes- ean ugg slippers

headphones- airpod max

necklace- arethabee nina necklace

rings- arethabee mia rings

~ariana~

hair- simstrouble lamia hair

cardigan- serenity luly top

tube top- bandeau

sweats- sandy bottom

shoes- platform uggs

necklace- arethabee marja necklace

rings- arethabee mia rings

~kira~

hair- sheabuttyr byllie braids

lounge set- blue craving easy yoga set

hoodie- backtrack tied sweatshirt

socks- base game

shoes- jius low top sneaker

earrings- enrique valentine earrings

~sonia~

hair- oakiyo vanessa hair

jumpsuit- dissia ribbed long jumpsuit

shoes- jius low top sneaker

necklace- serenity eva necklace

earrings- oydis nuit jewelery set

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~makeup~

eyes- whisper eyes

eyebrows- twisted cat eyebrows

lashes- twisted cat lashes

highlighter- topaz highlight blush

eyeshadow- twisted cat basics please

eyeliner- s-club eyeliner

lips- sour fruit lipstick, crypticsim iconic duo gloss

nails- joliebean true almond nails

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I hope you found this very useful! these are some of my fav cc outfits, and sims girls. by the way this is my first ever post on tumblr so if you could please give it a like and comment that would be amazing! and if you wanna see more cc finds and maybe even cc of my own follow my blog!

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[grandmaster-anne]

Vogue 1 October 1967 Portrait Her Royal Highness Princess Alexandra, The Honourable Lady Ogilvy and her husband, businessman Sir Angus Ogilvy, with their one-year old daughter, Marina, and three-year old son, James. They are playing in the garden outside the Thatched House Lodge, where they live in Richmond Park, London. Angus wears a window pane blazer with dark pants and is lifting James, in a blue playsuit, into a tree. She wears a simple pink dress with strands of pearls around her neck. © Cecil Beaton

#princess alexandra of kent #angus ogilvy #marina ogilvy #james ogilvy

[bestiesenpai]

princess reader x rival prince getou brought to you by my covid fatigue and the rabbit hole that is POV Youtube shorts made by a girl named Andrea

pt 2

"Give it back, Suguru!" You wailed, running after the boy a few years older than you. In his gross little hands was your favorite doll, something that he loved to steal from you whenever your family came across the mountains to visit.

"Come get it, princess!" He sneered, turning around just long enough to stick his tongue out at you before running even faster through his family garden. Frustration built up in you and you had to fight to keep the angry tears at bay, you didn't want to give him another thing to tease you about.

"Ow!" Tripping over a gnarled tree branch sticking up from the ground, you made contact with the dirt and grass before you knew what was happening. You could feel the freshly watered grass seep in through your playsuit, staining your tights and the light blue fabric.

Suguru quickly skid to a halt upon hearing your cry of pain, nearly slipping himself from the force. Seeing you let out a exasperated sigh and plopping onto your butt, he relented and went to you.

"Here. You're such a baby." Dropping your doll into your lap, Suguru crouched down and grabbed your hands, wiping them off with his own and giving you a once over.

"Jerk!" Shoving him away, watching him fall flat brought a wide smile to your face. "That's what you get." As he stood up, you saw the stain of mud on the seat of his pants.

"Whatever."

"(Y/N)!" The bellowing call of your name brought you out of your daydream. Snapping back to reality, you were brought back to the sensation of your maid brushing your hair back and fixing your crown on your head.

"I'm coming!" Rolling your eyes at how impatient your father was, you took a look in the mirror. The dress that had been made for you for this night was stunning, a beautiful off the shoulder ballgown with every jewel in the kingdom sewn into it, dangling and catching the light magnificently.

Standing as soon as you were done, you made your way to the hall. This was the first time your kingdom was hosting a ball in a very long time; since you were a child. There had been a war raging oversees, something you weren't directly involved with, but all your allies were. It had caused your father to lose hair and sleep, and this was the way he made up for it.

"There she is." He beamed at you as you made your way down the stairs, having you take his arm as soon as you made it to him. "The most gorgeous girl at the party. Second only to your mother." Shooting her a sly wink, he guided you to the doors of the ballroom. The noise from the other side was raucous and it filled every nerve with excitement.

Your father gave a slight knock on the door, there was a shout and everything fell silent. One of the court attendants cleared their throat, and as the doors opened in front of you, you were announced to the crowd and welcomed with a round of applause.

"(Y/N)!" As soon as you could, you broke away from your father and the people trying to welcome you and ran to your friends, erupting in a fit of giggles and gushing over each others dresses.

"Did you hear? Tell me, did you?" One of them excitedly jumped up and down, looking over her shoulder a few times.

"What?" Your attention was captured immediately.

"Getou and Gojo are here!" That made your excitement dim and your shoulders fell.

"Just what I need, the two boys that teased me my whole childhood." If your fathers weren't as close as brothers you'd have nothing to do with them. Crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed.

"Oh get over it, (Y/N)!" Slapping you lightly on the shoulder, you were soon being led to the refreshments table. "Haven't you seen them recently?"

"No." Grabbing your first of many drinks, you winced slightly at the alcohol tinging your throat. "Last I saw of them was when they were both ten and trying to cut my hair." The memory of being chased with scissors by them was still fresh.

"Well, they're totally hot now." Clinking her glass with yours, your friend attempted to find them in the crowd. "Darn, where are they?"

"Probably in my fathers war room." Rolling your eyes, you just knew that they were probably making up stories of how they helped in the war.

"We'll find them later, let's go dance!" And just like that you were swept away into the crowd, surrounded by a gaggle of other princesses in their fancy partyware dancing the night away.

Every so often, one of them would point and tell you to look, that there's Getou, I can't believe you missed him! It was hard to believe that they fawned over him when it felt like just yesterday you were having tea parties and complaining about cooties.

Somehow, one drink at the beginning of the party led to five, ten - too many to count. The party was beginning to blur, all the whirling and twirling you did as you danced with anyone that you laid eyes on. Sure, you ate and drank water as your mother told you to, but you couldn't be stopped from letting loose just like your father had.

After having quite an energetic dance with one of the earls of your land, you found yourself out of breath. Stumbling out to the balcony, you leaned against the stone railing and embraced the cool air.

"You put on quite a show, princess." A voice said from behind you.

"Isn't it grand?" You replied, still riding the high from the dancing that had just taken place. Your eyes were fixed on the stars, and when the voice laughed, that's when you turned.

You could blame the drop of your jaw on the alcohol running through your system as you made eye contact with the stranger before you. Dressed in a deep purple kimono with flashes of gold striking through, was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. Inky black hair in a bun, held together with a ribbon the same purple shade, strategic pieces of hair framing his face; large stretched ear lobes and a sharp jawline, you didn't notice when his hand came out.

"If you'd be so kind, princess." The slight flick of his chin was your only cue and you swiftly brought up your hand. He grasped it firmly in his, and you made eye contact as his lips made contact. Your body erupted in a hot flush, a violent swirl of emotions ripping inside you. "What a lovely expression." Fixing you with a smirk and flashing his canines, the man slowly let go of your hand, hooking your fingers together for a minute before letting go.

"I-I-I-" Struggling to form words, you gripped the stone behind you, it being the only thing keeping you tethered to this moment. Laughing softly behind his hand, the man offered you his hand again.

"Why don't we sit?" Nodding dumbly, you followed him to a stone bench. Trying not to fall as you sat down, you caught a whiff of his cologne.

"You smell amazing." With your inhibitions gone, you weren't afraid to say such a thing.

"I wore your favorite cologne, just to get you alone."

"How do you know my favorite cologne?" Giggling slightly, you turned to him.

"Well, I do now." Bumping your shoulder, the man smiled back at you. More giggles came from you as you slightly leaned against him, pushing your chest out just a bit more.

"What's your name?" Just as the question left your lips, you heard your mother call for you inside. Like a puppet on strings, you shot up on unsteady feet and called back to her that you were coming. You knew better than to keep your mother waiting.

Shooting the man a sympathetic smile, you bolted and went back to the party, where you were paraded around for your mothers friends to see how you'd grown up.

Meeting back up with your friends, you resumed drinking and dancing. The man you'd just left was still in the back of your mind, but the infectious energy of the party was too much and it overwhelmed you easily.

Hours passed and you had the best night of your life, dancing and showing off parlor tricks you'd learned throughout the years. It felt good to entertain again, you wanted to be remembered.

It took ages for the party to begin to wind down, it was well past midnight when the first few guests started to leave. The people closest to your family were invited to stay at your massive villa for two weeks to catch up, and each family had their own private wing.

"(Y/N)! Lets go take this makeup off, my feet are killing me!" Most of your friends were nearly passed out drunk in the couches and chairs dotting the edges of the ballroom, and they were trying to get you to leave.

"Just a moment!" You'd been looking everywhere for the man from the balcony, and you finally found him at the edges of the room, talking with a bunch of high brow military men from a kingdom you couldn't remember. Stumbling over, you not so gently tapped on his shoulder.

"Why, hello princess." All attention was turned to you as the man addressed you. He seemed to loom over you, his height and piercing gaze intimidating in any other circumstance.

"D-do you..." Worrying your lip, the tips of your fingers brushed against his kimono. "Do you mind if I steal a kiss?" Looking up at him with innocent eyes, you ignored the chorus of snickers behind him. "A little...souvenir? Can I steal it from you?"

"(Y/N)!" You could hear the scandalized gasps from a few friends just a few chairs away. One got up and tugged on your shoulder, attempting to get you away.

"Of course, princess." It was almost painful how softly he grabbed your hand and thread your fingers together. Taking a quick glance at your friends behind you, he began to lean down.

"(Y/N), no!" Pulling you hard enough to make you stumble back, your friends grabbed hold of you. No way would they be the ones to explain to your mother why you were kissing princes, especially at such an extravagant function as this.

"Do you not recognize who that is?!" Patting your cheeks, they pointed at the man you yearned to kiss.

"What's the issue?!" Growing agitated, you finally looked around at who the man had been talking to. You caught sight of a pink haired man with tattoos all over his face and another who looked just like him and a few nondescript generals. What truly caught your eyes was the lanky man just a few steps behind him, with bright blue eyes and wild white hair.

"Satoru?" Your eyes widened, and when Satoru gave you a wave in response, your heart stopped for the millionth time that night. "Then this is..."

"Nice to see you again, (Y/N)." Suguru grinned, winking at you.

"Oh god..." Reality came and hit you hard; the fact that you were so openly flirtatious with a man that you could only describe as a pestering older brother when you were younger and the fact that you were going to kiss him was all too much and your knees buckled.

"Lets go." Stopping you from tumbling to the ground, your friends gathered around you like a flock of birds and began to usher you away.

"Do you still want that kiss, (Y/N)?" Suguru called out, teasingly trying to grab your hand.

"Well-" You couldn't even get the thought out before you were whisked away and out of the ballroom. As you were escorted through the halls, your group couldn't stop from chattering.

"I can't believe you were so flirty with him!" Was a sentiment echoed back and forth.

"Since when did Suguru get so..." Trailing off, there was a swirl of emotions in your stomach. "So hot."

#geto x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen au

[edgeobeyond]

Chase those winter blues away, Spring is almost here and with it brings our latest collection, Judith 💙

#new in #luxury lingerie #fuller bust #embroidery #playsuit #bright blue #tulle #made in uk

[sissybabycucksophia]

What are your top 3 fantasies?

Ohhhh now thats a good one! I love that you asked this 😊 for the record these are FANTASIES not roadmaps or actual things likely too or that Im willing for too happen. 👀

1. So my first fantasy it to have a beautiful caring and dominant girlfriend, i imagine her like some 5ft ginger haired and blue eyed hour glass figure type girl 😅. I dream of coming home from work on a Friday, her locking the doors and demanding i go upstairs and strip. Upstairs she chastises me, inserts a hollow plug in my ass, quadruple diapers me and put locking waterproof pants over that, then despite my moans and pleas she’d lock me in a pink footed playsuit, rigid locking mittens on my hands, lock a cock gag that looks like a paci gag in my mouth, then she’d lock me in a heavy fleece sleepsack. Once all trapped in that she’d make me crawl all the way back downstairs (bum sliding down the stairs) where i would he mortified to see a big muscular black dude on the couch. Despite my protestant moans my gf would simply get me sat on a dining room chair then use rope to tie me too it as she tells her guest not to worry because I’m just a baby and can’t possibly understand what’s happening. Once tied to the chair, in front if the black man my gf will sit on my lap and begin plastering and caking my face in super feminine makeup to destroy my masculinity and then secure a below shoulder length blonde curly wig on my head. After which I’ll be forced to sit there staring directly at my girlfriend as they both strip naked and the black man begins violently fucking her while i piss my diapers like a weak little coward. They’d have sex at least 4 times, in between rounds 2 and 3 though, my gf will tell her bull to masturbate and shoot a load all over me, to which he shoots a massive load of superior bull cum into the crotch region of my Sleepsack, leaving a cum dinner plate sized cum puddle soaking in through the crotch of my fleece sleep sack. Eventually after my gf offers to take him out for dinner im left tied up to the chair for hours…. Eventually shitting my diaper as well.

2. The second fantasy is to have a male dom near me find out who i am then blackmail me into being his sissy girlfriend. It’d start off with him blackmailing me into going to his niece’s birthday party Dressed as Abby Bominable (monster high) and pretending to be his gf so his family stop pestering him. Then he’d tell me i did to good a job and that they liked me so he’d force me to go too a 10 year school reunion prom with him where i’d have to endure him groping and making contact with me as well as have to make out with him so people believed we’re serious. However as he’s making out with me he feels my erect cock through my mermaid fit prom dress and drags me to the disabled toilets and forces me into chastity, hes very angry cause i could have been seen. Next he’d insist on taking me on weekly dates too improve our dynamic to be more believable to family, i only go along with it cause he promises to unlock my chastity after a year of weekly dates. Eventually he warns me hes going to propose while we’re on a southern reenactment holiday with his family but tells me i must agree because it’ll be a sham wedding just to keep his family happy, so while standing pathetically dressed as a pink azalea trail maid with my penis fit to burst from its chastity I’m forced to act surprised and excitedly say yes as he proposes. Six months later I’m being walked down the isle by his dad in my very tight mermaid fit wedding dress toward the man whos been blackmailing me for nearly 2 years and keeping me in chastity, believing its a fake minister i say the vows my dom has prewritten for me and say i do as a ring is placed in my finger. At that he grabs me and shoves his tongue down my throat against my will but i try to go with it to keep fooling his family but suddenly i feel woozy and pass out. When i awake I’m in the middle of the dance floor at the reception, in my wedding dress I’m tied to a chair and completely unable to move, my mouth is filled by a large cock gag and even though I can’t get my hands too it, my penis is now uncaged and pushing hard up against the tight mermaid fit dress. My dom then reveals his family have known since day one i was a man because they saw the bump in the crotch of my Abby Bominable costume. He also reveals that was a real and binding wedding, now of the 280 guests, the 3/4’s of whom are male will come up and masturbate and shoot their load at me, if they cant do that my dom tells them too piss on me. I sit there with tears of shame and embarrassment streaming down my face as his dad is the first to come up and shoot his load which splatters the warm gooey liquid all over my fake tit padded chest. Every single male guest takes at least two turns pissing or cumming on me while the females come up and stuff their used panties in any open in the dress they can (short sleeve openings and neck hole) while writing congratulations messages on any bare bit of skin they can. By the time everyone is done, I’m covered head too toe in cum and piss, my now husband then unties me and manoeuvres me onto my knees and removes the cock gag and pulls down his trousers. “Covered in all that cum! But the only cum that’ll ever be inside you is mine WIFE!” He says as i cry and beg him to set me free but he simply rams his cock into my mouth and forces his hips in and out until he shoots a massive sticky load down my throat.

3. Another fantasy is kidnapping and regression😅 I imagine that i go to perhaps my first womanless beauty pageant just to see what its like, i prance around in a beautiful A line pageant gown and by a miracle i Win 2nd place. However on my way out still all dressed up, a woman in her forties and her husband approach me, they shower me with compliments and tell me how I should have won, I politely humour them but go to leave only to feel her husband grab around my waist with one arm and holds a funny smelling hanky over my mouth and nose. Next thing i know, i wake up in a very pink very stereotypical and cliche girl’s bedroom, lying on the bed I slowly sit up realising I’m dressed in the strangest cloths. For 1 i can feel my cock is caged and my ass plugged, looking down i see i’ve been dressed in thick black tights, a just above knee length figure hugging skirt, Pink knee high ugg boots, then i notice I’m wearing a white shirt with what looks like a school tie, over the shirt is a black full length jumper with the words “Little Princess” written in pink sparkly font across the chest, looking at my hands i see long fake sparkly pink nails have been glued over mine and standing up look at myself in the mirror and realise a new red headed wig has been fastened to my head and been styled/curled, my eyebrows have been dyed to match and my makeup has been done like that of an early teen schoolgirl. As I study myself in shock, in walks in the man who knocked me out “aw Good morning sweetums, sleep well?” To which I angrily respond “who are you?! Where am I ? What the hell have you done to me?! And what the fucks going on!?” To which the man sits down and instantly drags me over his knee and begins smashing my ass super hard! As he doesn’t he lectures and borates me telling me how no daughter of his will ever use such foul language again. Once done spanking me, he sits me on his lap where he tells me to hug him and apologise! When i refuse he gets angry, sitting me on the bed he grabs thick shackles from the bottom drawer of the dresser and shackles my ankles together and wrists together before also shoving a ball gag in my mouth. Then picking me up he puts my arms over his head so I’m forced to hug onto him as he carries me downstairs, sitting me on the couch there stood in front of a chalk board is the woman who approached me. She sits a picture of a teenage girl we’re exactly what i’ve awaken wearing and with the exact makeup, eye colour and hair colour as i have now. She explains that this picture is me! She tells me that my name is Caitlyn and I’m a 12 year old girl who’s homeschooled! I shake my head and try to protest through the ballgag. Sitting down next to me she explains that Caitlyn grew up and left home at 18 because she grew to hate her weird parents so they decided to replace Caitlyn with someone whom they could make into a Caitlyn that never leaves. Confused i moan and try to say “but I’m a man” to which the woman explains its ok, in time they’ll pay to have me surgically transformed into an exact duplicate of 12 year old Caitlyn! The woman insists i clearly have to be transgender or I wouldn’t have done a womanless beauty paged! To which i try to protest but she ignores me, standing up she flips the board round to reveal a lesson all about Caitlyn and what i will need to do to emulate her at 12 years old! Naturally this fantasy could go on a lot more so feel free to ask to see more of whichever you want.

[styleofdiamandis]

INSTAGRAM: MARINA STUNS IN SEE BY CHLOÉ, SHRIMPS & STUART WEITZMAN

Marina had some of the most fun looks throughout all of 2014, including this very special one which earned its glorious position in my top 3.

Let's start off with that fabulous playsuit. This whimsical crepe romper hails from See by Chloé's Fall/Winter 2014 lookbook and features a colorful planet print all over, long sleeves and a self-tie neck.

On top of it, she wore her Shrimps Fall/Winter 2014 Bailey midnight-blue and pale pink color-block cropped faux fur jacket.

Her boots are the Stuart Weitzman 50/50 metallic “Pyrite Nocturn” glitter stretch over-the-knee low stacked heel boots.

#November 2014 #Chloé #Rompers #Shrimps #Jackets #Stuart Weitzman #Boots

[royalreef]

@chaosmultiverse​ inquired: Before (from salil if a muse is needed) Meet my muse as a child - Accepting

      Somewhere, in the woods, a child was crying.

      It wasn’t the high pitched wail of a human child, even if the ear could still immediately tell that it was a child crying. It was simpler than that, shaped by a different mouth and by a different vocal system that hadn’t even yet fully grown in, too small to produce the big sounds that would come later in life.

       It started off with a period of squeaks, chained together in such a way that they repeated over and over, echoing off of each other. Small thing, already by the sound of it. The sounds weren’t all that loud, they couldn’t be heard that far, and from the cadence alone they couldn’t have been very big. It was terribly high-pitched, squeaks like a hatchling bird or reptile or some sort, the same sounds something made when it was terribly, terribly afraid and needed its parents back.

       Except those squeaks didn’t stay that way, because they kept lifting up into screams. Horrible, awful screams, still as high-pitched, but now piercing, silencing the birds in the trees and the scurrying in the underbrush. Sounds like pain, like getting murdered, sounds that went straight through any poor listener and begged them to do something, to do anything, to just please, please help. Repeated for a minute at a time, tiny lungs and tiny body putting its all into making the worst sound that it could, right before the squeaks returned, even more insistent.

                 And, somewhere in the underbrush, the source cowered under a bush.

      She was, indeed, a little thing. Of course, the adult that most knew already was never known for being particularly big, not by her own people and only sparingly by the landfolk that she kept as company — but this was different.

      She was maybe about the size of a dog, or a large monitor lizard, and looked much the same. Long tail, stubbier than her adult counterpart, her markings not quite as clear. Her scales were a different shade of pink, paler and more of a pastel, making her stick out starkly against the mud and rotten wet leaves of early spring. She couldn’t blend in as easily as her adult self could with the shadows, unable to catch the darkness in the same way, because she hadn’t needed to.

     Even moreso because around her shoulders and over her body, she was clothed in a frilly blue playsuit. It was fancier than others that would have been more typical, even marked now with mud and sticks, but she was clearly not just any typical mer pup that might have been accidentally stuck where she didn’t belong. Even though she wasn’t old enough to have a crown to call her own, there were still the markings of royalty to her, albeit in miniature.

      Within her arms, she clutched a toy octopus. Nicely made, the yellow fabric marked through with blue rings that literally glowed as Slz'Exkii hugged it tightly to her chest, trying to keep it out of the dirt. It made her have to sit up awkwardly, wobbling on her hind legs, not used to having to balance in the slightest, but it was the best she could do to try and keep it away from the nasty stuff on the ground that kept getting on everything.

       The underside of the bush didn’t seem as dirty, at least, and it blocked out the view of the awful tall shapes that surrounded her like pillars, holding up a ceiling that they were too short to reach, but Slz'Exkii didn’t much like it either. It pulled at Slz'Exkii’s fins, fluffier and sticking out from the sides of her face like down, unable to hold a singular shape just yet, and that made her cry harder. The world was far too quiet, quiet in a way that Slz'Exkii wasn’t used to, and it scared her, which also made her cry, and she didn’t know where she was or why the water had suddenly gone so strange, which made her cry triply as hard.

       It was a shameful thing, really, to cry this much and this loudly. It made her feel like a baby, and T’gyt seemed to get scared when Slz'Exkii cried too loudly, but she didn’t know where T’gyt had gone or where anyone was, and she had tried to walk but black and brown smears had covered her legs and feet and tail, and she couldn’t get it off, and all Slz’Exkii could do was cry.

      Cry as loud as she could, and as long as she could, and as desperately as she could, until someone finally came.

                          Someone. Anyone. She just didn’t want to be alone like this.

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Missing Person - Keira Murphy

Kiera was known to be wearing a black playsuit, black jacket and black Nike trainers

Keira Murphy, 16 years old, was last seen around 1230 hours on Wednesday 20th of September 2023, in the Paisley area. Kiera is described as around 5ft 4” tall, petite build, blue eyes and long auburn hair. Kiera was known to be wearing a black playsuit, black jacket and black Nike trainers. It is thought that Kiera may be within the Paisley area. Anyone with information on Kiera’s…

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[kaylor]

Tbh I like it overall but I get why others don’t. My issue though is that we got catfished by the marketing?? That prologue she wrote made me think we were in for an album with the archer, mirrorball, this is me trying vibes with maybe some different production, but instead we got…karma is a cat? Like if she just wanted to have fun and make something silly that’s fine but I am very confused!!

genuinely i think it's fucking hysterical tbh. she gave us four pictures of her in a smelly room and people ran with it like it was realistic to expect 13 entire songs of her singing about depression. could argue yes we were 70s-catfished but the album also has like, helvetica, 2010s tumblr aesthetic going on, so it's not as though that was consistent either! the closest approximation of the album sound was that blue velvet playsuit she wore with the white fluffy shawl thing. that look embodies this album more than the entire photoshoot.

also wym karma is a cat is top of the shelf lyricism

#midnights spoilers