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[nobleriver]

DOCTOR WHO | The Church on Ruby Road - Behind the Scenes

Once upon a time, late on Christmas Eve, a stranger came to the church on Ruby Road. She carried in her arms the most precious gift of all: a newborn child. A baby girl. Just before midnight, she left her daughter on the steps of the church. The child was taken in, and they named her Ruby after the place where she was found. As for the mother, she was never seen again. No one ever knew her name until that night a time traveler came to call. A traveler known as the Doctor.

#doctor who #dwedit #fifteenth doctor #ruby sunday #timelordgifs #dailydw #ncuti gatwa #millie gibson #russell t davies #rtdedit #userbbelcher #tvedit #dw spoilers #denim rose graphics #laksfajsfkjsk it's been so long i almost forgot to add my thoughts #i'm so excited for this season!! #another lost child plotline in doctor who?? ready for all the theories #i've already seen a couple #honestly i'm just so here for this arc

[peterthepark]

little witch

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ graphic smut, rough sex, outdoor/public sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, weed, parties, unprotected piv, creampie, squirting, orgasm denial, dom!eddie

summary: a slutty witch costume combined with eddie’s determination to live up to his devilish attire creates a night that both of you are sure to remember.

a/n: definitely going 2 hell for this one. enjoy! recommend listening to tear u apart by she wants revenge or this season of the witch song :)

‘It’s gonna be fun,’ they told him. ‘Why would we pass up an invitation to the coolest party of the year when we never get these opportunities anyways?’ they said. 

Jeff and Gareth are fucking idiots. Eddie doesn’t fit in here. None of them do. They stick out like terribly sore thumbs, and it’s nearly comical how obviously misplaced they are amongst this adolescent swarm of boring costumes. 

Eddie looks like he walked straight out of the D&D dungeon master’s guide: devil-like horns attached to a flimsy headband that he had stolen from little Erica Sinclair, a red cape tucked into the collar of his signature Hellfire t-shirt, because — of course — how could he ever go a day without it? All of this coupled with a leather jacket, distressed denim and dark liner smudged around his eyes. 

What is he exactly? It’s hard to say. His best description is: Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses meets the baatezu from the Nine Hells of Baator.

Or simply put – a sexy, red gothic devil.

Hawkins High’s infamous Halloween party sits right on the edge of a woodsy Indiana forest, nothing but oddly cut jack-o-lanterns and wax candles decorating the tops of tattered picnic tables. Hard soil and autumn leaves crunch beneath Eddie’s combat boots as he nurses his third solo cup of the night, already seeking for something stronger when he sees Jeff and Gareth being chatted up by a couple eager girls from the debate team. 

Goddamn, do they really have more game than him? 

He winces, lips curling into a distasteful frown as he busies himself by the candy table and slips a purple lollipop into his mouth with raised brows. In the corner of the crowd, Eddie glances at a couple making out by the beer keg that seem to be quite literally jumping at each other’s bones in public. Boo. He groans in annoyance, looking over his shoulder to find a classic blonde-brunette combo eating each other’s faces just as passionately. 

Must be fucking nice.

Yeah, no. He’s going for a walk. Fuck this party and fuck everyone here, including Jeff and Gareth. 

Never liked Halloween anyways. Always been more of a Valentine’s Day kind-of-guy.

Eddie crushes his solo cup and chucks it onto a random table, ignoring the protests of his classmates when he displays no intention of stopping or apologizing as he cooly saunters past. The silver chains strung across his belt loops jingle whilst he takes swift strides into the forest; the ruckus of the party fades behind him with each firm step he takes, the prominent wrinkles in his forehead softening as his ears free from a looping mixtape of Thriller.

He continues suckling on his lollipop, a stormy purple staining his tongue as he ventures deeper into the forest and away from that godforsaken, amateur highschool party. Whatever that fucking was, he’s over it. Completely and utterly over it.

That’s when he stumbles onto a clearing in the middle of the woods, surrounded by looming trees circling an old picnic table and… 

You. Alone.

Eddie comes to a halt as soon as he sees the faint flickering of orange. Heavy curses fall from your lips as you tend to the tightly-rolled blunt between your fingers, a flame failing to ignite as a result of the cheap Zippo lighter in your opposite hand. 

“Goddammit… shit… motherfucking…” You grunt, hurling the lighter in Eddie’s direction. He ducks immediately, eyes bulging out of his head like deer-in-headlights when you finally lock stares. Your childish gaze bounces from the discarded lighter to Eddie’s face. “I… um…”

He definitely knows you, even under the darkness of a haunting midnight sky. Definitely. He’s instantly taken back to the fall semester of his (second attempt) of senior year, having had you in a previous class where he often wondered what the pretty girl’s name who sat in the front was. 

And said pretty girl is blinking at him expectantly. 

Anyday now. Anyday. Say something, fucker.

“Need, uh, a light?” 

Eddie digs his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket, fumbling with the boxy metal before you’re nodding at him with curious eyes and a soft smile. He quickly meets you halfway, feeling his heartbeat stutter when your manicured fingers brush against his palm and your warmth lingers upon his skin.

He takes in the sight of the witch hat resting atop your head, a classic black one that slopes into a swirl at the tip. Your lips are blood-red, almost complimenting the shade of Eddie’s cape and devil horns. A short, raven-colored dress hugs your body perfectly, the flowing sleeves flaring out by your hands as you successfully ignite the joint hanging from your faint smirk.

“Thanks.” You mumble, taking a heavy drag with an appreciative hum before you’re handing back his lighter and sitting down on the wooden bench. He follows suit, whispering a resigned ‘No problem’ as he plops himself onto the opposite end and tosses his lollipop stick to the side. “Party sucked?”

“Yeah, always does.”

“Oh, that’s never good.”

A pause.

“I like your costume…” 

“Your costume is…”

The sentences fill the silence simultaneously, causing sincere laughter to follow suit on both parts as you sneakily glance at each other with wide grins. You lean over, sticking out your smaller palm with outstretched fingers. “Alright, I’m Y/N.”

Y/N, he repeats to himself.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, gingerly enveloping his hand overs yours as he gives it a gentle squeeze. “And I’m—“

“Eddie.” You smile brightly, flicking the blunt against the edge of the table. “I know you. Hellfire himself, right?”

You know him. As if his stomach wasn’t churning with excitement already… you know him — not as the long-haired freak walking the hallways of Hawkins High, but as Eddie “Hellfire Himself” Munson. He can’t fight off the blood that rushes to his face; pink spreads across the bridge of his nose and cheeks as he catches your intent gaze accompanied by that enticing curl of your red lips. 

“Yes, it is I… in the flesh.” He chuckles. “And Y/N,” Your name is sweet on his tongue, the name he’d finally come to learn after many months of pointless pining in history class back then. The name that he can’t help but play over and over again in his head, a melody of syllables too gentle for someone of his candor. He points at you, stressing each word with gaiety. “Miss top of the class, graduating senior president, is that right?”

You shrug casually. “In the flesh.” 

He huffs in amusement, scratching his neck before he shamelessly watches you finger the thick layering of necklaces swooping into the fleshy valley of your breasts. You clear your throat, hiding your own pleased expression as his eyes helplessly bounce back up to your face with that boyish fear of having been caught looking at places he shouldn’t have been looking at. 

Fuck, is it getting hot or is it just him? Awkwardly, he shrugs off his leather jacket, haphazardly laying it over the bench.

Okay, could Eddie seriously blame himself? He’s respectful. He is. Believe him when he says he loves women, and men. Yet it’s almost as if you’re letting him look, angling your hips towards him and parting your knees ever-so-slightly so that your short dress strategically rides up the expanse of your thighs. If you hike your leg up just a little bit higher, he’d see… fuck, he doesn’t know you like that. Stop it.

Does it matter, though?

“So, Eddie, what’s the reasoning behind…” You shift closer to his side of the table. Eddie’s gaze follows the way your fingers dart for the collar of his cape, thumb and forefinger rubbing the fabric purposefully. Your eyes lock, the corners of your lips tugging into a contagious line that Eddie can’t help but mirror. “... this bold choice of costume? A red devil is never good news.”

He wants to wipe that smirk clean off of your mouth. Maybe take some of your lipstick with it, too. 

“I’m a good boy today, Y/N. Promise.” He smiles, swearing that he feels your body stiffen against him. “But I mean… it is Halloween, of course. Everyone’s on their worst behavior, pissing their own pants, ready to rob kids for candy…” If he hadn’t been so glued to the glittery shadow around your lids and the smudged mascara under your lower lashes, he wouldn’t have seen your not-so-subtle attempt at glancing at his lap. “... making out in… haunted places. You know, the usual.”

You squint. “Right.”

“Mhm.”

The bench creaks as you stand up, fingers tugging the length of your minidress back over your ass as you kick one boot in front of the other. Eddie remains frozen in his place, reddish leaves trailing past his line of sight while you lean yourself against a tall tree trunk. 

You’re teasing him. 

He doesn't even fully know you, and he’s already hoping for certain ways this could go.

If you wanted to play that game, you could’ve just asked.

“You know people say these woods are haunted?” Crossing your ankles, your newfound companion doesn’t tear his eyes off of your ripped fishnets, savouring your generous display of cleavage and gorgeous hips as you pull your blunt away from your lips with a hiss and wave it around. “Back in the 1700s, after the Salem witch trials… there were actually rumors that there had been some runaway witches in Hawkins. Didn’t turn out too well for them in the end.”

“Yeah? What happened?” You push off of the tree with the heel of your boot, slowly pacing your way back towards Eddie. 

His thighs are spread apart widely, ringed hands drumming patiently against the tattoos on his forearms.

Fuck, he looks good.

“Whatever happens to all witches, I suppose.” You grin mischievously with enthusiastic eyes. “But I’ve always heard these parts are… full of spirits because of the… well, y’know.” A beat, then your knee is slowly pressing up against Eddie’s as you stare at the ground shyly with fluttering lashes. “Shame no one’s living up to Halloween tradition and making out — like you said — in… such a haunted place like this one.”

He exhales shakily, clenching his jaw when you curiously peer at him. “Most definitely.” 

“I mean…” You giggle and turn your back to him, unable to see Eddie’s face contort into one of disappointment from the loss of physical contact. “I’m certain there’s an adorable, lovesick couple just bound to show up and fulfill…”

When you twirl around to teasingly look at Eddie, you nearly gasp out of surprise when you collide roughly with his chest. Your balance nearly gives way, but not before his pale hands grip onto your wrists and hold you upright. His knuckles are prominent, eyebrows pulled into a deep furrow and lips parted as his lust-blown pupils eagerly search yours.

He’s struggling.

And you think… this is finally it. Eddie Munson, the guy from the back of class who you’ve always kinda had a thing for, is gonna actually kiss you. Halloween night. 1986. Your peak. 

But what he does next is almost as jarring as a kiss.

He carefully takes the blunt between your fingers, almost assessing the image of your lipstick stain on the end before he’s shamelessly putting his own mouth on it without hesitation. His eyes. His fucking eyes. They never leave yours, even when he inhales the joint deeply and quickly lets out an experienced exhale into your embarrassingly stunned face. 

Whatever confidence you had going diminishes into a tangled ball of nothingness when Eddie holds the roll in front of your mouth, gaze half-lidded and tongue poking out from between his teeth. 

“Open,” He says. And so you follow without protest, unblinking and suddenly submissive as he slips the joint back into its original place between your lips with a devilish chuckle. “Atta girl. Does what she’s told, doesn’t she?”

You gulp, only focusing on the taste of Eddie amongst the rolling paper. “Depends on who’s telling me.”

“Right, right. So, if I posed an idea… like well, fulfilling that very special tradition of… say, I don’t know, making out in a haunted place… just to make sure we’re really nailing the Halloween festivities here, little witch…” He humorously flicks at your hat, costumed horns bouncing while he begins to back you up against a tree. Eddie’s grin somehow widens even more, pearly-white canines on display as you slowly take a step back with each step he takes forward. “You definitely, definitely wouldn’t help me fulfill it, would you? Since it… after all, depends. And I’m sure the senior class president doesn’t take orders from… student delinquents like me.”

“Eddie…” You manage to breathe out, joint falling from your mouth as your back presses against the rough texture of tree bark.

“I mean, honestly, what are you doing all alone back here? Just… waiting for someone to stumble upon you and… what? What then, Y/N?” He laughs innocently, and you instinctively squeeze your thighs together as his fingers toy with the chains decorating his belt loops. 

“Honestly?” You gaze up at him from beneath the black rim of your witch hat, mascara delicately framing the whites of your eyes. “Saw a tempting, red devil on the way here — thought he looked a little too lonely for a night like this one, especially when he just looked so good in such a simple costume. ‘Was hoping he’d find me… all alone, like you said.” You bite your lip. Eddie tilts his chin up and pins you with his eyes. “Was hoping that you’d find me all alone, and that I could… fuck, you looked bored at — at the party, and I figured you’d…”

“Come out and meet you…” Eddie finishes. You nod slowly. 

“Halloween festivities, you know.”

He hums. “Right.” It’s silent for a good minute, until you feel Eddie’s hand ghost over your arm, trailing up your shoulder with such gentleness, you wouldn’t have even realized he had been touching you in the first place. “Well, I guess… if this place is haunted like you said, and if we’re the only two people out here…”

“Yeah?” Your voice comes out as a hushed whimper.

Eddie’s ears perk up at the sound. He pauses to catch his breath, desperately holding onto the remnants of his self-control. 

“Then maybe, just maybe, we could always follow tradition. Is that… is that what you wanted, Y/N? For me to come out here just so we could make-out in the dark, away from the noise, tucked away deep in the forest where… no one can hear us? No matter how loud we’ll get?” A breathy moan escapes from the back of your throat, and Eddie realizes that he’s broken past whatever act you had going on. “That’s it, isn’t it? Hey, come on. Look at me, Y/N.” You raise your chin from your chest, meeting Eddie’s now softer eyes. “What do you want from me?”

He reaches for your hat, pulling it up and away from your face before his palms are resting against your cheeks. “Um, want you to…”

“To…” He spurs you on, stroking your skin with his thumbs. 

In the shadows, Eddie’s face is so desperately close to yours that you can just smell the strong fragrance of his earthy cologne and the faint lingering taste of whatever he had been drinking. 

All or nothing. 

“To kiss me.” You swallow loudly, forcing the words out of your mouth. “Kiss me and… and don’t stop, please? Eddie?”

His eyes bore deep into yours, nothing but a lustful twinkle in his near-black pupils as he inhales deeply. 

“Damn it, Y/N. All you had to do was fucking ask from the start.” 

By the time the words finally leave him, Eddie’s lips are on you. It’s far from sweet, aching with a clandestine fervor as his mouth moves harshly against yours. Hot. Searing. Wet. Your fists are woven tightly amongst the cotton of his Hellfire shirt, and you kiss him helplessly with eyes clenched-shut, the sensation of his warm tongue keeping you in a trance. 

Overpowering. Imperfect. Messy. 

Yet, you want more of him.

You feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, fingers rustling through his hair as you cave into one another with unrestrained motion. Warmth blossoms in Eddie’s stomach as you lean back against the tree trunk to pull away, the fresh memory of your moans dancing against his pillowy lips while you stumble for air. 

“Was that okay?” He whispers tenderly. You could almost burst out in laughter. How could his tone be so patient and friendly when his kiss had been nothing but wanton and needy? Slowly, a smile spreads across your cheeks, a weak nod following. “Can I do it again?”

“You can do anything you want.” You answer, brushing his hair away from his face before his hands drift down to your waist. 

The action is suggestive, fingers leaving deep indents in the supple flesh of where hip-meets-thigh as he slips his knee between your legs. Then his mouth is on your body again. He’s more adventurous this second time around, letting his lips trail over your shoulder and the conch of your ear before he’s kissing his way down your outstretched throat — biting, licking, sucking.

He’s hard. Really hard.

“Fuck, Y/N…” His voice is whiny, nothing but a simple rasp filling the air as you sensually tend to his pale neck, teeth nibbling the skin until porcelain turns to a blooming red. “S-Sweetheart, hey… I don’t… fucking hell,  don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t want to—“

“But I want to. I’m okay if you’re okay.”

“Shit, okay. Okay. I… fuck, I wasn’t expecting more than a kiss, but…” He moans embarrassingly loud when you tug at the curls of his hair, tilting his chin back so that you have more access to his throat. “Fuck, I hope you don’t think I’m like — like any of those assholes back there… just… looking for a quick fuck or anything….”

“Were you not?”

“Fine, maybe I was. Maybe I wanted to — to run into a… pretty girl like you… sitting alone out here, all dressed up with a shitty fucking lighter, by the way. Bet that was part of your plan too, huh? Reel me in and smoke that pathetic joint like you’re all tough?” Eddie cradles the back of your neck with his hand, whispering lewdly against your lips as he searches for another kiss. “God, you’re so hot. So hot.”

“You didn’t even k-know my name…”

“Shut it. I do now, and I want nothing more than — fuck, than to just say it over and over again until you get tired of hearing it.”

“Yeah?” You smirk against Eddie’s skin, glancing up at his beat-red face and the lopsided devil horns on his head before gingerly reaching up to toss them aside. 

He’s a devil, alright.

Eddie nods eagerly, eyes cracking open when he feels your mouth leave him and the familiar clicking sound of his belt buckle. Holy fucking shit. “Oh, here? Like right here f-for real?” He gapes at you as you unbutton his jeans, slipping your hand into his pants to palm at the hard front of his boxers. 

“Having second thoughts?”

“You’re… you’re fucking insane.” He chuckles in disbelief, groaning quietly when you rest your forehead against his shoulder and free his cock from his clothing. Glancing up at the sky, Eddie humorously whispers to himself. “Oh, crazy girls will just be the death of me.”

“Eddie, you’re so big…” You wrap your fingers around his swollen tip, moaning as you collect the pre-cum leaking from his slit. You pump him a couple times in your hand, grinning as Eddie’s face falls into the crook of your neck. “Dunno if it’ll fit me.”

“Mmm… oh, Y/N — fuck…” 

“Feels good?” You lick at his earlobe, purring as you run your digits across the two veins on either side of the base. 

Eddie’s weight against you is nearly crushing, but you can only pay attention to the feeling of his hard, heavy cock twitching in your grasp as you stroke him. 

“Christ, feels amazing. Fuck, baby…” The pet name leaves him without hesitation. He chokes on his own moans, incoherent praises falling from his lips as he desperately splays his palm against the tree for leverage. His eyes follow the motion of you spitting into your hand, before you’re covering his dick in bubbly spit. “O-Oh, shit… that’s hot. Motherfuckin’ Ozzy… m’fuck, you’re jerking me off s-so well. God, I wonder how — wonder how tight you are…”

“Want you…” You confess, mewling in pleasure as his other palm kneads at your ass. “I bet you taste so good, Eddie.”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He groans needily, breaths stuttering in his throat as you sink to your knees. Leaves crunch beneath your limbs, sharp twigs digging into your calves as Eddie watches you tug his jeans lower down his hips. “Listen, o-once you put your mouth on me… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

“Mmm, stop what?” You innocently bat your lashes at him, gently flicking your tongue against his reddened head. 

“To stop fucking your throat.” Eddie’s mouth falls ajar as soon as he feels you take him in. “I just… crap, I can’t help it. Just no self-control… please, let me fuck it? Yeah? Is that okay?” He whimpers. “Oh, you’re such a good girl, Y/N. Giving me all I-I want… fuck, can’t wait to get my hands on you…” Spit dribbles from your chin as you gag around him, feeling his dick poke against the back of your throat while he places his hands on either side of your head. “Look at you, baby. On your knees in the middle of t-the fucking forest… patiently waiting to have your entire mouth stuffed… s’what good girls do, don’t they?”

You scratch at the tattoos on his thighs as he gives one hard thrust into your face, nearly doubling back from the sudden force. Breathe. Just breathe through it. His cock isn’t necessarily too thick, but the length — god, he could split you open. 

Eight inches, curve angling to the left, you can literally feel him prodding and poking at the inside of your cheek. Your fingers are curling against his skin, pornographic sounds erupting from the both of you as Eddie guides your head up and down his dick. 

“Oh… little witch,” He chuckles devilishly, wiping the tears away from your eyes as he gently inches his cock further into your mouth. Sadist. “Don’t cry, it’s supposed to feel good. You like this, don’t you? God, what would all our classmates say if they walked in on this right now?” You nearly yelp as he pushes himself deeper into you, your knees giving out from under you so that you’re sat upright against the tree. “The super intelligent, super hot, senior class president… getting her mouth f-fucked by the resident freak… oh, just imagine the drama.” 

Your legs are crudely spread open, dress covered in dirt and leaves as Eddie continues thrusting into your throat. All you can smell is him. All you can think about is Eddie Munson. How embarrassingly satisfying this all feels — just as much for you as for him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth is just… Christ, you’re perfect, aren’t you? Perfect thing. Perfect throat. Probably with an even better pussy… the things I wanna do to you. F-Fuck’s sake, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He quickly pulls away, and it’s absolutely pathetic how you instinctively chase after his cock with your tongue until he’s tugging you up onto your feet. “Pretty girl, oh, look at you… wish you could see how messy you look right now. So fucking hot, so fucking dirty, you are.”

“E-Eddie…” You whimper as his teeth pinch at your collarbones, marking the tops of your breasts until he’s grown feral at the sight of his hickies on your skin. His dick is hard against your thigh, and only then are you reminded of how your cunt is helplessly throbbing at the sight of it. “Please, I… please, need you inside m-me…”

His hand roughly grasps at your chin.

“Yeah? Aw, you’re a needy thing, aren’t you? Such a filthy mouth for a good little slut…” He chuckles, mirroring your pout as his grip tightens. “Maybe we should wash it out, hm? All this flattery is just getting to my head. Come on. Say, ah.”

“Ah…” You moan as he spits onto your tongue, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lips together before he’s pulling you in for another heated kiss. His hands are bruising, his fingers cruel, his touch burning. “Please, Eddie…”

“Please what?”

“Please touch my — my…”

He smirks lustfully, brushing the moisture away from your lashes. “Oh, your pussy? Anything for you, sweetheart.” You yelp as he suddenly turns you around, cock twitching against your clothed ass. He pushes against you, walking you over to the rickety picnic table until you’re bent over the edge. “Boutta treat you so well, Y/N. Just relax for me. Gonna put my fingers inside you, is that cool?” You nod wordlessly, splinters digging into your palms as Eddie flips up your dress, hissing at the sight of your exposed cunt. “No… no panties, huh? Seriously? Fuck, you’re gonna kill me. Such a pretty ass… pretty holes…” He groans, swiping his thumb over your clit. You jolt at the sensation, shoulders heaving as he quickly swirls it over your entrance. “You’re so wet and already so sensitive… s’driving me insane. How am I ever gonna last?”

You cry out when he pushes his middle finger into you, juices squelching around his rings as he slowly fucks the nimble digit in and out of your sopping pussy. “F-Fuck, Eddie… I… feels so g-good, baby.”

“Yeah? Baby, huh? Love hearing you talk me through it. Tell me, have you always fantasized getting fingered out here? That’s a little sick in the head, don’t you think? And they call me a freak…” You glance at him over your shoulder, moaning unapologetically as he adds another finger. “Mmm, alright, you’re getting a bit loud. Fuck, you want that party to catch us? Catch us making a mess of each other back here… making each other feel so, so good?”

You knew Eddie had a dark, dirty side to him. There was no way he didn't have one, especially when he’d come to school dressed like that — chains on display for girls and guys to gawk at, rings decorating his fingers like they were his favorite asset. 

Yeah. He’s just as fucked in the head, maybe even more. 

You’re just glad you get to be the one to experience it.

“I don’t care. Let them hear us… fuck — it’s just…. oh, god… your fingers are just… they fill me so well. Just imagine your… your cock inside me, just wrecking my cunt, until I can’t take it anymore.” Eddie grabs you by the throat, letting his hand fall to your breasts and stomach as you fuck yourself on his fingers. “Oh, please, please, please!”

“Are you gonna cum? God, you’re having so much fun right now, you can’t even speak. Answer me, baby.” He cooes, the tip of his cock pressing against the sore cheek of your ass. 

You screw your eyes shut, zeroing in on the pulsing pressure in your cunt. “Y-Yes! If you keep — if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna…”

“No, you aren’t. You’re not gonna cum for me just yet.” 

“But…”

“Nu-uh, no, no cumming.” Eddie’s mouth hovers over your ear. “Good girls cum when they're supposed to. Don’t change up on me now, Y/N. You’ve been doing so well.”

“I’m s-sorry, I can’t… can’t hold it…” You let out a strangled grunt when his fingers dig into your pulse points, fully constricting your airway as he hooks an arm around your stomach and pulls you to his chest. “Eddie, please. Wanna — wanna cum for you, just this once, an exception…”

“An exception? Sweetheart, I don’t even know you.” His eyes nearly roll back into his skull when your ass desperately grinds against him, your hand coming to rest back on his thigh as he subconsciously rocks against your shivering frame. “Fuck, but I guess I-I can try to get to know you, make it worth my while… an exception, tonight only. S’okay, Y/N. You can cum for me. Cum all you want, as hard as you need to.”

As soon as your thighs quiver around his hand, he lets go of your throat, using his now-free one to circle over your clit. You hadn’t even realized he’d been using three fingers to fuck your cunt — shit, when did that ever happen? 

His mouth is hot against the slope of your shoulder, mirroring your mewls as you come undone all over his rings and knuckles. The heavy silver drips with your juices, slick coating the soft heel of his palm and the shuddering tip of Eddie’s aching cock. Your face is glazed over, chest rising and falling deeply as you collapse over the edge of the table in pure bliss.

“Fuck… fuck, that was so… good…” Eddie turns you in your hands, hoisting you up on the surface and barely giving you time to recover before you feel something slip between your folds. “Oh!” His thick head splits you open, a satisfying sting running through your body as he bottoms out and molds himself against your front. “E-Eddie!”

“I’m sorry. I know, I know it’s a lot for you, sweetheart…” He cups his hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs as he stills inside you. “Feels good though, yeah? Fuck, I can feel you squeezin’ me — holy shit, baby. Is this what you wanted? Is this your — your definition of Halloween tradition… getting your pussy filled up with my cock? You love it. You fucking love it, I can tell. I just couldn’t wait to have you… and it’s everything I-I could’ve ever dreamed of.”

“S’big, s’too big, Eds…”

“Hey, I got you…” He whispers, cradling your jaw in his palm. His warm, big eyes meet yours, a comforting brown lulling you into a trance as he thumbs at your lip. He leans in to kiss you, mouth slow and patient against yours as you gasp into him. “Gonna t-take care of you, promise. You’re gonna look so… so fucking hot with my… cum just drippin’ out…”

Eddie jerks his cock into you, before thrusting the rest of his length inside without forewarning. You cry out, vision blurring as he picks your witch hat off of the empty bench and places it on your head. “There we go, little witch… scream all you want, cry all you want… they won’t h-hear you…” Eddie pants out, purring as you reach under his shirt and run your nails down his toned stomach. “Not when they’re — fuck, blasting that awful fucking music… 

“E-Eddie! Holy f-fucking shit!”

“Oh, such a shame they won’t hear all the pretty noises we make together.”

Your legs wrap around his hips, boots digging into the fabric of his cape as he fucks you hard into the creaking table. He rests his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with a sudden and sweet tenderness that has your walls fluttering around his prick.

Eddie Munson is ruthlessly fucking you in the forest.

And he’s fucking you hard.

Your hat is falling into your face. His lean arms are the only thing keeping you upright, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and pornographic moans filling the woodsy atmosphere. His cock pounds into your g-spot over and over again, thrusts sloppy and amateur as Eddie rests your ankles onto his shoulders for better access to your cunt.

Sure, you got up to bad things on Halloween… but this? This certainly takes the cake. 

It’s absolute filth — with his long hair sticking to your sweaty skin, the stench of wet soil fighting Eddie’s musky cologne, the slick between your thighs as you cum for a second time around his length, milking him to his very-much-needed orgasm. 

You can’t tell if it’s a grunt or a sob or a moan, but Eddie buries the noises against your tender neck, hips bucking lazily as he finally releases his spill into your pussy. He stutters and pulsates inside you, the angry head of his cock throbbing as he comes down from his high.

“Jesus, M-Mary, and Ozzy…” Eddie sighs out, whimpering while you lay back against the table and wipe the runny mascara away from your eyes. His own eyeliner is smudged too — almost a little too racoon-y for his liking — but it doesn’t matter. 

Doesn’t matter when his cum is seeping out of your cunt and onto the wooden tabletop beneath you. Doesn’t matter when he watches you physically shake from your orgasm and takes in the sight of your bloodied knees.

Definitely doesn’t matter when you glance down at him and give him the prettiest fucked-out smile he’s ever seen. 

Yeah, that’s for sure staying ingrained in his head.

“Fucking hell.” You breathe out, biting the nail of your thumb as Eddie gently nudges his seed back into your pussy with his fingers, obviously distracted. “Hey.”

How could he make such a dirty act seem absolutely innocent?

He shyly returns the grin, pulling his boxers and jeans up before he’s wrestling with the chains around his belt buckle. “Hey, you.”

“Help me up?” You stick your palm out, mirroring the same manner of the handshake you had given him in your first twenty seconds of speaking to each other. Eddie effortlessly pulls you off of the table, keeping a cautious arm around your waist when your legs start to wobble beneath you. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You take note of the way his nose lingers by the top of your head, inhaling your scent with a sudden yearning that makes your heart quicken when you bump against his chest.

Awkward clearings of throats, shy double takes and silent gazes at each other as you fix your wild appearances. Eddie’s unsure of what to say — goodbye? Farewell? Thank you? See you again?

God, would it be so lame if he wanted the last option?

But you beat him to it, syllables nervously strung together as you toy with his devil-horn headband in your hands. “Well, you, um, definitely lived up to tradition.”

“Did I now? Honestly just wondering how no one heard us.”

“Come on, it’s Halloween night in the middle of a haunted forest.” You blink up at him, fixing the rim of your witch hat as he peers down at you. “Have you ever seen a horror movie? You never go towards the screaming. It’s like the number one, all-time logical rule.”

Eddie waves a hand around, laughing comfortably at your presence of lightheartedness. “Oh, yeah. Never. For sure.” He huffs, glancing at his shoes before locking onto your soft eyes. His brain haywires at the sight of your doting expression, a contrast to the filthy-mouthed girl he had just been dealing with earlier. “Never.”

Snap out of it.

You clear your throat, dusting the front of your dress off as Eddie squares his shoulders and straightens his back. “So… then… I guess…”

He points at the dirt path leading to the party. “Right…” 

“I’ll…”

“See you around?” He coughs out in a hopeful tone.

You don’t answer, just slowly stride past him with crunchy footsteps and a youthful smirk.

Then you’re suddenly turning on your heels and barrelling back to him, a warm hand cupping his jaw as you press a chaste kiss to his cheekbone. Eddie savors the moment, refusing to shut his eyes when you reach up on your tippy-toes and slip his horned headband back onto his mess of curls.

He looks at you as if you’ve just killed him. “You’re really something, you know that?”

Your stomach flutters. “Look, I enjoyed… tonight. And I… if ever you… you wanted to continue tradition…”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow.

“I mean, like… it doesn’t have to be yearly and it doesn’t have to be Halloween, but I…” You take a deep breath, letting your fingers trail down his jaw before your hand falls limp at your side. “I enjoyed. That’s it. And whenever you feel a bit… festive…” You exhale loudly, glancing away as Eddie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just come looking for me.”

You’re being absolutely serious with him.

“Okay.”

“Good.” You turn back and make a beeline for the party, unable to hide the blossoming smile on your face when you hear the familiar hymn of Eddie’s voice abruptly calling out your name. “Yes?”

A glimmering object is tossed in your direction, landing in your palms as you instinctively reach out to catch it. 

His lighter.

“Keep it. It’s all yours.” 

Somehow, your grin widens even more. “I’ll see you around, then.”

Maybe Eddie Munson is a Halloween kind-of-guy. So, fuck Valentine’s, because he could get used to this. Used to you. Either way, he’s glad that he’s still got more game than Jeff and Gareth — not that he seriously doubted it in the first place, but the assurance is there.

Turns out the sexy, red gothic devil worked out for him in the end, anyways.

“See you around, little witch.”

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[sweetenerobert]

begin again

1.3k | joel miller x plus size gender neutral reader

summary: you haven’t gone out on a date ever since you broke up with your toxic ex boyfriend — a year ago, a new opportunity rises when you meet joel miller.

warnings: toxic relationship (guiltrip, body shaming, gaslighting), self-conscious reader, awkward!joel, mention of an age gap (it's your choice, but reader is of age) teeth rotting fluff, first date in a cafe

a/n: doing this for @beskarandblasters for their Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge ;), i’m happy to participate!, if you would like to participate, read this post

a/n 2: as a plus size author myself, i wanted to try something different (keep out for more plus size reader in the mere future, but i still write male reader with no descriptions to let your imaginations go wild <333.

I loved how CUUUUUTE this idea is, i might write a longer version of this ;p also reminder, i went overboard with the word count :0

dividers by @saradika-graphics

“You’re seriously gonna wear that?” Trevor said.

Glancing down at your stomach and then back at your boyfriend, you were confused about what Trevor meant. “What do you mean?” Shrugging your shoulders.

“That,” Trevor pointed at you, and you were still baffled at what he was pointing at. “Your hoodie.”

Your eyes trailing back down to your comfort hoodie. You’ve had it ever since the start of your senior year of high school into now being a twenty-one-year-old college student. It had some tiny holes, but you didn't care; you loved the material, the color, and how it made you feel comfortable.

“Well, yeah.” You shrugged.

Trevor sat up from lying on his bed and walked towards you, a look of disgust on his face. But you couldn’t tell what that look on his face was. He was always good at hiding it.

“Babe, you know I love that hoodie,” Trevor started blatantly lying to your face. “But I want you to make a good impression on my friends, so do you think you could wear something different?”

That indescribable feeling in your stomach rose to your throat, feeling as if someone were choking you. The stale taste of bile stayed in your throat as your stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. You disregarded it to be nerves about meeting Trevor’s friends.

In the back of your brain, you knew that meeting them would’ve been a piece of cake if the front of your brain made you constantly nervous. Trevor knew they liked you, but he made you think they didn't. To make you feel small.

“But I have nothing else to wear that makes me comfortable.”

Trevor holds both his pointer fingers to signal you to wait with a smirk on his face, walking towards his closet quickly. Pulling out a trendy denim jacket he owned, you liked it, but it wasn't your style — or size.

“This,” Trevor smiled.

“But, it doesn't fit. I can barely get one button to close, and it's going to be cold tonight,” You complained.

Trevor groaned where chills ran down your spine; it made you not want to say another word. “C’mon baby, we don't want to be late, just put on the fucking jacket so we can hurry up.”

The attitude sent your way wasn't new, but you always felt like it was your fault, and this felt like your fault. He was trying to make you feel good; who’s to say he’s wrong?

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay; I didn't mean to get loud.”

That same meaningless apology you’ve heard before that always managed to calm you down. You zip down your hoodie, throwing it on Trevor’s bed, landing on the end of the bed frame, the hood between the mattress and the wooden frame. Taking the jacket and slipping your arms into it made you feel uncomfortable with how tight the denim felt against your back. You felt your shirt picked up — exposing your skin and making goosebumps occupy that area.

Looking at the mirror, you hated what you saw, but the smile on Trevor’s made you feel slightly better.

“I hate this,” You frowned.

“You look great,” Trever emphasized, draping his arm around your neck enthusiastically, which made you feel better. Right?

“Well, you finally look like you actually like my friends.”

“But, I’ve always liked your—”

“Okay, let's get going, baby.” Trevor kissed your cheek and left you alone in his room. The mirror catches your vulnerability in ways you couldn't see, and it makes you feel uneasy; it was bothering you that you couldn't figure out that word.

Disgust.

Disgust was the word that Trevor made you feel.

Judging you, making you feel like you're losing your mind, making you feel like you weren't enough. Disgust.

You were quickly slapping your face to erase any trace of Trevor. You stood outside the coffee shop where you agreed to meet up with the guy you matched up with on Bumble, Joel Miller.

It had been six months before you had gone back on dating apps, grieving the loss of your relationship in the past. Joel was one of the first few people you matched with. He was older, but he could hold down a conversation, making you feel like you could talk to him for hours. He was okay with meeting up with you, but he wanted to ensure you were comfortable with the timing; he was okay with waiting.

It had been five months until you agreed to see him; nervous to the brim, you didn't know what to wear; spending countless minutes in your underwear, you quickly put together an outfit and grabbed a hoodie.

When you first walked in and Joel noticed you, his smile beamed at you, making butterflies appear in your stomach. He had wired headphones in his ear as he stood up quickly, shoving them in his jacket. Wrapping his arms around you in a hug, he made you feel protected in his arms; he smelt of old spice and mint, and in your mind, it was adorable that you chuckled in your head.

As Joel backed up from the hug, he smiled at you again. “Hi.”

“Hi,” You smiled back. “Did I keep you waiting?”

“Uh, no. Not really, just listenin’ to the playlist you made me.”

“Oh god,” you buried your head in your hand. “You still listen to that?”

“Of course, it's the thing that helps me get out of bed.”

You chuckle and can't help but smile from ear to ear as Joel smiles at you lovingly. “Well, if you ever get bored with that one, I would gladly make you another one.”

Joel chuckles through his smile; he quickly rubs the back of his neck, looking back towards his seat. “Uh, do you wanna sit down?”

“I would love that.”

Joel directs you to your seat; you cannot help but feel heat rise to your face; as you sit in your chair, Joel sits in front of you. As you wiped your hands on your hoodie, you looked up at Joel; you noticed him resting his head on his fist, looking at you. That feeling of Joel critiquing little things about you rose back to when Trevor would do it.

“Trevor isn’t here; you're fine,” You thought.

“Is there something on my face?” Your quick to cover your mouth with your hand.

Joel shakes his head and smiles at you. “Just admirin’ you, you're s’ perfect.”

The heat in your face was reaching a dangerous level, where you could feel your face explode. “Stop, you're pulling my tail.”

“I’m serious, your amazin’.”

You can't help but look down at the table in despair as you rarely received compliments from Trevor; it's hard to believe what Joel was saying to be the truth. “M’sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” You shake your head. Taking a deep breath, you place your hands on the table. “It's just I’ve never received compliments, and it's only when my ex would make me forget how much of an ass he is.”

That padding of Joel’s palm rested against your knuckles; you look at your hands together, and you look at Joel’s welcoming smile. “I promise, whenever I compliment you, it's comin’ from the depths of my soul, sweetheart.”

The warmth of Joel’s hand made you feel comfortable, a feeling you craved with— nobody. You felt good in this moment. “Now, how about I get you a cup of coffee? I promise it's the best.”

You chuckle. “Come on, I had to meet you here; let me buy it.”

As Joel gets up, he slides his hands down in an ‘X’ motion. “Nope, as the gentleman my momma raised me, it’ll be my pleasure.”

“Okay, but the next time we go out on a date, I’m buying.”

“I’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.” Joel walks away, and you can't help but smile at him as he walks away.

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[luxysims]

HALLOWEEN MAKEUP - FREE COMPILATION

Hi simmers! Here you have a list of all my custom content that you can use during the spooky season 🎃.

Some are specially designed for Halloween and others are not, but I think they could be useful to complete other looks because they have a lot of swatches.

They are all 🖤 FREE 🖤 and can be found on @curseforge:

Skull Mouth Floral Skull Butterfly Skull Creepy Smile HalfSkull Floral HalfSkull Butterfly Android Floral - Fantasy Eyeliner Collection Lace - Fantasy Eyeliner Collection Rose - Fantasy Eyeliner Collection Waves - Fantasy Eyeliner Collection Butterfly - Masquerade Collection Royalty - Masquerade Collection Catty - Masquerade Collection Eyeshadow - Motomami Collection Eyeliner - Motomami Collection Graphic Eyeliner A - Denim Collection Graphic Eyeliner B - Denim Collection Graphic Eyeliner C - Denim Collection Graphic Eyeliner D - Denim Collection Eyeshadow Chunky Glitter Stars - New Year's Eve Collection Eyeshadow Chunky Glitter Stars&Hearts - New Year's Eve Collection Eyeshadow Glitter Lids - New Year's Eve Collection Eyeshadow Pure Glitter - New Year's Eve Collection

I hope you like this compilation! If you use any of my content, you can tag me so I can see your scariest looks 👻

Finally, remind you that I am updating my patreon this October with new content for Halloween. The 🕷 Poisonous Insects Collection 🕷 is in early access, so you can stop by and check it out there.

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Joel Miller X Reader: Tough guy act

Warning: description of wound(nothing graphic), stitches, smut, unprotected p in v, oral(female receiving), ridding, cum eating, dirty talk, swearing, handjob, fingering, ass kink (kind off)...

Word count: 3,7K

Joel was hurt. You could clearly tell by the way he was running that something was off. Between the sound of stalkers, your heavy breathing, the thudding of your boots as you ran and Joel's gun firing you would hear a hiss coming from the older man. It was a pained sound. The kind of noise a wounded animal would let out. There was nothing you could do to aid him at the moment except make sure your aim was good and keep a close eye on him as you ran. The second you were out of the building filled with spores and infected you’d deal with the damage your partner had taken. Not that Joel was going to make your job easy.

“For the love of god Joel let me help!”

You’ve been trying for about ten minutes to convince Joel to let you clean his wound. A wound which now that you’d stopped running was easy to see. There was a large gash on his thigh. Whatever had caused it was strong because it’d managed to rip through his denim jeans and skin like they were made of paper.

“It’s nothing. We have to keep moving.”

Joel rose from the place you’d forced him to sit in, a groan leaving his lips as he moved towards the door. You let out a grunt of frustration, your hands pulling at your face in desperation. Why did he have to be so stubborn? You’d think that after all the time you’d spent together Joel would have let up with the whole tough guy act but nope. No matter what you went through together Joel continued to shut you out when things got serious. You assumed it was some sort of trauma response. Not that that was a good excuse, you’d also lived through a lot of trauma and never denied help when you clearly needed it. 

You watched Joel stumble to the exit, his leg dragging awkwardly as he went. Your shoulders sagged as you observed him, his walk reminding you of the runners you’d faced before. Joel could feel you watching him. His leg was throbbing so bad that he could feel it in his head but he couldn’t show you weakness. He couldn’t let himself become prey. Even if it was just the two of you he needed you to see him as your protector. 

“Come on we’re…”

A wave of dizziness hit Joel all of a sudden, forcing him to lean on a nearby column. Joel heard your frenzied pacing behind him, the sound of you panicking making him feel bad. You started moving towards him but he put his hand out, silently telling you to stay away. You were so desperate you felt like you were about to cry. You shut your eyes, lips trembling lightly as you tried to pull yourself together. Joel's vision was blurring, the steady thrum of his heart pounding into his brain but he kept his hand up to keep you away. He would figure this out. He just needed a med kit. Yeah. Just  get a med kit and he would be fine. You called out his name. The sound that had come out of your mouth seemed unhuman. There was a desperation to the way you called out for him that made him turn to face you. The sight broke him immediately. You were standing a foot away from him, your hands fiddling with each other nervously. You observed Joel’s face as he looked at you. A small flash of recognition passed on his face for a moment almost as if he was looking at you but seeing someone else. You were looking at him the same way he had looked at Tess when he’d found out she’d been bit. The only difference was that Tess couldn’t do anything to wipe the look off his face and he could. All he had to do was let you help.

“Please Joel.”

You felt like you were standing on hot coal. Your whole body wanted to move but you knew you needed Joel to let you before you could help him. Joel closed his eyes, the hand he had been holding out falling to his side as he gestured for you to come over with his head. You rushed over to him, placing his arm around your shoulders before leading him to a nearby couch. Joel leaned his head back with a groan as he sat down. You got down on your knees, your eyes moving over the gash on Joel's thigh. 

“Fuck that’s got to hurt.”

Joel didn’t answer you which made you realize just how bad it must feel.You rose to your feet grabbing the med kit in your bag and making your way back to Joel. You cleaned your hands before moving to touch the wound. Joel's eyes snapped open as he felt your hands on him. The gentle touch was a nice contrast with the searing pain he was feeling. It didn’t last long though. You had to tug the fabric away from the wound in order to get a good look at the damage but Joel's pants restricted you which could mean one thing.

“You need to take your pants off.”

Joel trusted you with his life. You'd managed to save him a bunch of times before and he considered you a friend. Even so there were certain things he was hesitant about. When you’d hurt your back on a broken piece of wood and needed Joel to clean your wound he had stumbled with his words for a moment. The thought of seeing you without a shirt and having to be so close to you causing his brain to sputter. It seemed rather ridiculous that the thought of seeing you semi naked had startled him more than the clickers you’d just dealt with. Being in an apocalypse didn’t mean you didn’t feel things. If anything it meant you felt more intensely than ever. It had been a while since Joel had been intimate with someone. Alright it had been a long time. To make matters worse you were very pretty. It made Joel nervous. He respected you far too much to ever do something about his feelings, the fear of losing you always stopping him from acting. But there are situations where your mind isn’t exactly in the best shape. Situations where you might forget your fear and spill something you should have kept bottled. Situations like this one.

“Joel?You with me?”

Joel had been staring at you since you’d asked him to strip off his pants. He’d been quiet for so long that you had started to worry he’d passed out with his eyes open.

“Yeah I'm here.”

“Can you do it yourself? Or do you need me to help?”

It was a stupid question. He had been seconds away from falling to his knees in front of you just moments before and now you were asking if he was able to get up and remove his pants. Joel understood that your question was more of an attempt to ask him if he’d be comfortable with you removing his pants. A part of him wondered if he could trust himself to keep it together but a much bigger part of him was in so much pain he didn’t really give a shit.

“You can help.”

You’d never felt more relieved to hear those words come out of Joel's mouth. Not only did it mean he trusted you, something he’d already made clear before, it also meant he was willing to put the act away and be vulnerable. He felt safe enough to let his guard down. There was nothing more reassuring to you than that. 

Taking Joel's pants off was a bit of a struggle. You had to pull them down without scraping his wound too bad all while having to guarantee Joel wouldn’t fall down. Once you'd managed to remove his pants you got to work. First you cleaned the wound the best you could. Joel cursed the entire time you disinfected the wound, his hand balling into fists as he did. At one point Joel's hand had found its way onto your thigh, his fingernails making crescent shapes on your jeans as he squeezed you. You held in a groan, your brows furrowing as you continued to work. After a particularly rough squeeze you let a small noise out causing Joel to remove his hand from you.

“Sorry.”

You grabbed his hand from the couch, placing it on your thigh once again. Joel gave you a quizzical look. 

“I have to stitch it up. Which will hurt like a motherfucker. If this helps with the pain then go ahead. I’m tough, I can handle it.”

God those words should not be affecting him the way that they were. Especially considering the situation he was in.  You kept eye contact for a moment, your eyes boring through him in a way they had never done before. Joel nodded his thanks, his hand caressing your leg for a moment before wrapping around your thigh in preparation. You pinched the skin together  as best you could, giving Joel one more glance before beginning to stitch him up. If he was hurting you before he was sure that now he was leaving you with bruise marks. You took it like a champ, eyes focused on what you were doing, your hands moving carefully but surely. Joel had never seen you stitch anyone up before but from the way you moved he could tell it wasn’t the first time you were doing this. It made him wonder who else you’d helped. What had happened to them? Why weren’t they with you any longer? You didn’t seem like the type to leave someone behind which meant you’d been forced to leave. Joel often forgot that you hadn’t always been together. There was a time where neither of you had met. Each one stumbling through life. Fighting your own battles. Joel had seen you in action. He knew what you could do  but he rarely imagined you having lost people. From the moment he’d meet you you’d always been like a ray of sunshine wherever you two went. While Joel treated everyone with hostility and anger you treated them with kindness and patience. He knew there were things you hadn’t told him. And he knew that there was no way you hadn’t lost someone along the way. In the world you lived in that was practically impossible. But you didn’t let it affect you as much. At least you didn’t show it like he did. Since Sarah Joel had shut himself out. Then he found Tess, only to lose her as well. You were the only one he had left. The light at the end of the tunnel. And he still gave you shit. He often cursed himself for that but he wasn’t used to people sticking around. He’d been taught to always be on the defensive so that's what he did. Which normally meant hurting those he cares about. It meant hurting you.

Once you finished stitching Joel up you cut the end of the string and placed a gauze on top of the wound. Joel observed you caress his thigh lightly, your eyes tracing over him in search of any other wounds. He was covered in scars. Your hands moved to trace over one on his hip, just above his boxers. Before you could stop yourself the words spilled out of you.

“Did Tess help with these?”

When you’d first meet Joel you had thought he and Tess were an item. You had envied her for a while. The way Joel treated her made you jealous. You had regretted it the moment you found out she was infected. It seemed so silly to be envious of someone for simply receiving the sort of attention you desired. There was a moment of silence. You kept staring at the scar for a while whatever had caused it had happened a long time ago. 

“Uh she…”

You raised your eyes to look at Joel because of the way he spoke. His words seemed unsure. Almost as if he was contemplating if he should tell you or not. Your stomach fell a bit head reeling at the possibility of him telling you something you’d always assumed. Joel gazed into your eyes, noticing the way they shifted from his face to the place where your hand rested on his body. You seemed to be avoiding his gaze. It was almost like you were nervous. Which was ridiculous. You had just sewn his thigh back together without so much as breaking a sweat and now that you were just talking, you were fidgeting? 

“No. I never let her help.”

Joel glanced to the side as he spoke trying to avoid your gaze. There were so many layers to his confession. He’d just told you, in six words, that he’d never been able to be vulnerable with Tess, someone who you had always thought he had a deep connection with, but had been able to trust you enough to help. 

You rose from your knees, your hand finding Joel's cheek and forcing him to look at you. You caressed his beard, turning your head to the side as you looked at him. Joel called out your name. It sounded different than it usually did. Maybe it was the loss of blood that had left him breathless but you doubted it. Joel's hands came to rest on your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you. None of you moved. Either one too afraid of what was about to happen. Finally you broke, leaning down so that your face was inches from Joel. His eyes were glued to yours. You gazed at his lips and then back to his eyes.

“Joel I-”

Joel tugged you to him making your lips crash into his. Your knees made contact with the couch as Joel pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. You let out a moan, hands gripping onto his hair. Joel whined into your mouth as he opened his legs more so that you could sit between them. His hands moved from your hips to your ass giving it a squeeze. You grinned against his mouth biting into his lip. Joel pulled away, the need for air getting to him. He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly. 

“Fuck i’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You smiled down at him which made him give you a lopsided grin. Joel closed his eyes as you caressed his hair, burying his face against your chest. Your knee pressed against his hard on as he embraced you, making him hiss.

“Oh sorry did I touch your wound?”

“No…but you did touch something else.”

The lustful smile Joel gave you made you laugh. This man had gone from refusing to let you get close to you to seducing you in the span of thirty minutes. It was rather humorous. You glanced down at Joel's hard on reaching down to cup him in your hand.

“Ah fuck.”

“You gonna need help with this too?”

“Only if you want to.”

You leaned against Joel's body to whisper in his ear.

“I would love to get you off.”

“Shit baby.”

Joel threw his head against the couch as you got up to stand in between his legs. You placed your hands on either side of Joel's boxers tugging at them. Joel lifted his hips to help you. Even though his wound was covered we were careful as to not hurt him by accident. Joel's dick bobbed as you removed it from its confines. You took it in your hands moving up and down slowly. 

“Just like that baby.”

“So this is what you were hiding under those jeans, huh?”

Joel groaned as you stroked him, making you smile.

“It's pretty, baby.”

“Really?”

Your head snapped up to look at Joel. There was a clear surprise in his tone. Had he never been called pretty before? 

“Yeah. It’s perfect. Just like you.”

Joel wasn’t used to tender treatment. When he was younger he was quite the ladies man. Sarah would often tease him about it. But ever since the outbreak he’d never been with someone who treated him like you were. For them it was just sex. A quick way to feed the hunger their bodies felt and that's it. That’s how it had been the last time. Not with you though. Joel could tell this wasn't just need. There was something else. Not just a carnal desire but a need to connect. To feel loved. And to love.

Joel tugged you down for a tender kiss. You rested your forehead against his as you continued to stroke him. 

“That good Joel?”

“So good…”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

You clenched your thighs as Joel's words, the wetness in your underwear growing. Joel seemed to notice your movements, his hand going to toy with your pants.

“Take these off.”

“But what about-”

“Take them off.”

Joel's tender tone quickly switched to a more demanding one forcing you to stop your hand from moving up his dick. You did as he asked, removing your pants and throwing them near your back. Joel's hands found your bare thigh tracing the spot where he’d gripped you as you stitched him up.

“No bruises.”

You looked down to see what he was staring at. Despite what he'd had thought he hadn’t been able to bruise you through your jeans.

“We’ll have to fix that.”

A rush shot through your body at Joel's words, mouth falling open with a small moan. Joel looked into your eyes.

“You’re tough. You can take it right?”

Joel repeated your words from earlier with a coy smile. He was teasing you which meant he liked it. 

“Why? You gonna be rough with me Miller?”

Joel smiled at you.

“Maybe another day. Right now…I just wanna please this pussy of yours.”

He pushed his hand into your painties his fingers playing with your folds.

“Jesus. This wet already?”

“Fuck-uh- it’s been a while.”

“Yeah me too baby.”

Your hand made its way back to Joel's dick stroking him as he fingered you. Your thighs were shaking from the pleasure, making it hard to keep standing up. Joel pushed into you in a steady rythm fucking you open with his fingers expertly. You let out a moan, throwing your head back as your orgasm grew closer. Joel grabbed your hand taking it off of his dick before moving to remove your underwear. You helped him out waiting for him to shove his fingers back into you but he didn’t. Joel could tell from your face that you were close. He wasn't going to deny you your pleasure but he didn’t want you to just cum on his fingers.

“I’m gonna need your help.”

“With what?”

“Climb on the sofa.”

“Ok-kay”

You did as Joel said, placing one of your legs between his and the other near his unhurt thigh.

“Good. Now put this foot up here.”

You raised the leg near his good thigh, placing it against the top of the couch. It was only when you looked down that you understood what was happening. Joel wanted to eat you out but because of his thigh he wouldn't be strong enough to kneel down so he’d found an alternative. Joel grabbed your hips, moving your pussy closer to his face before placing a kiss on your thigh.

“Try to keep standing.”

With that he dove into your pussy. Your hands found his hair immediately, tugging on his locks as he ate you out. Joel's nose hit your clit perfectly as he moved against you, his tongue lapping your wetness up eagerly. 

“Uh Joel-uhu- fuck.”

Joel hummed against you. The vibrations combined with his tongue and nose made you cum. He helped you as you shook, his tongue never leaving your pussy. You tugged at Joel's hair forcing him to stop lapping at your cunt. Joel gave you a hand as you got down from the couch. You leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself against his lips.

“Lay down.”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Joel moved to lay on the couch, watching as you removed your shirt and bra and made your way back to him. You straddled his hips, being careful as to not rub against his wound. Joel's hands found your hips once more, pulling you flush against him. You both moaned as his dick pushed against your pussy. You placed a hand against Joel's chest while the other made its way between your bodies. You palmed Joel's dick, guiding it against you slick a couple times. Joel's hips bucked up to meet yours a groan leaving his mouth when his wound rubbed against the couch. You decided he’d had enough teasing so you lined up his dick to your entrance and sank down. 

“Fuck baby-ugh- so warm for me….shit.”

“Ugh Joel filling me up so good…”

You started off slow, riding Joel at a steady pace. Joel massaged your ass spreading your cheeks apart as you rode him. You started bouncing faster as your orgasm grew closer. Joel sucked on your body as you rode him, his hips thrashing as you moved.

“Joel, I'm close…”

“Me too baby-ugh-come on. Cum for me.”

You placed your hands against his chest bouncing up and down furiously. Joel helped you out by lifting you by your hips. Your body shook as your orgasm washed over, eyes rolling back as you fell onto Joel's chest. Joel kept moving against you, rocking both your bodies as he filled you up. You laid in each other's embrace for a while, neither one having the courage to speak first. You were the one to break the silence.

“How's your thigh?”

Joel let out a chuckle.

“What?”

“After all everything that’s your first question?”

“Well…”

“It’s fine. Actually if this is the treatment I get everytime i get hurt then I might need to get hurt more.”

You slapped Joel in the chest

“Don’t say that!”

Joel could tell there was a twinge of fear in your words. He gave your forehead a kiss.

“I’m only joking. I ain’t gonna’ be getting hurt anytime soon.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good. I don’t want to only get to do this when you're hurt.”

“Oh yeah? And when would you like it then?”

You gave him a coy smile leaning to whisper in his ear.

“All the time.”

Joel smiled at you.

“Works for me.”

#joel miller smut #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel fanfiction #joel x reader #pedro pascal joel miller #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #smut fanfiction #smut tag #tlou smut #pedro pascal #pedro x reader

[hwasdvlly]

Be With You | j.yunho

➳ summary: he takes his lover on a date with a furry friend.

➳ pairing: yunho x fem!reader

➳ genres: romance, fluff, and slice of life

➳ word count: 0.7k words

➳ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!yunho, non-idol!reader, cute moments, childhood friends, a lovely doggie

➳ a/n: tysm for having me reach 100 followers! i decided to write something wholesome and it's with puppy yunho

Today’s going to be a fun day for Yunho.

He has on his Spiderman graphic t-shirt, denim pants, and sneakers. The tall, handsome man drives to his girlfriend’s place because he is going on a date. Before debuting in ATEEZ, Yunho met someone who was his best friend at first and soon became his one and only lover. He even wanted his soulmate to have something while he was away overseas.

So, he adopted a precious and super cute golden retriever as a gift. 

You and Yunho named the dog Zzangmon. 

The golden retriever is a very hyperactive boy who shares the same energy as his dad. You thought it was intentional because Atinys and the guys would say Yunho is like a big puppy. It turns out to be his idea for a long time. Nevertheless, you are grateful that Yunho recused the sweet fluffball.

Zzangmon has been Atiny’s favorite dog friend. The workers of KQ Entertainment and the big boss adores him. You picked out his name after Yunho’s TEEZMON because he brings positive vibes whenever you are down or full of stress. 

After driving to your apartment, Yunho was greeted by his double with four legs. “Zzang! Appa missed you!” The idol sits on the floor to pet the mess out of the golden retriever. He gave his furry prince kisses and all of the love that was missed for half a year. 

“Someone’s excited to see appa.” You got out of your room in your cute casual wear clothes. You can tell Zzangmon acts differently whenever Yunho visits. The fluffball is calm with you but a burst of energy with Yunho. 

“I am too!” He hugs his furry prince by the neck and sees his tail wagging like crazy. 

Soon enough, Yunho puts on a harness and a leash on Zzangmon. “Okay! Onward to the convenience store!” He shouted with his fist raised in the air. 

You opened the door and stepped outside with a backpack filled with Zzangmon’s essentials. Yunho is about to walk before Zzangmon, but he gets surprised when his dog pulls him forward with a strong force. Yunho almost fell face-first to the ground. You couldn’t hold your laughter because seeing your love’s shocked face was hilarious. 

Yunho puts a hand over his heart. “He has gotten bigger and stronger!” He is astounded by the furry prince. You skipped up to Yunho and hugged his arm. You lay your head onto his bicep because he is much taller than you. 

“He also remembers his appa.” You stated, which amazed your boyfriend. 

His doe-like eyes widen. “You’re right! I am surprised that he does.” He watches Zzangmon walk so freely like there is no care in the world. You tell Yunho about an article that you read a while back. “It stated that canines can remember people from their scent. So, Zzangmon must’ve caught your scent, despite being miles apart.” After giving the information to Yunho, he is impressed and overjoyed by how smart his dog is. He also feels thankful that are you with him. Even when times are rough, he would be thinking of you. 

He places a kiss on the crown of your head. You quickly look up at him with a flustered expression. Yunho smirks so handsomely that your face is red as a rose. He can be affectionate in public and in private, and it’ll make you extremely bashful. 

Once the trio arrived in the city, you went to a convenience store. Yunho stayed outside with Zzangmon as he waited for you. Suddenly, two Atinys spotted the idol and the dog in the streets. They went up to the pair and politely asked Yunho to take a photo with him. The idol happily accepts the request. He also allowed his fans to give pets to Zzangmon. 

While that’s happening, you witness the interaction from the inside as you pay for the items. You smiled at your generous boyfriend. He is so kind-hearted to his fans and everyone else around him. It’s one of the many reasons why you love Yunho. Regardless of his idol life, he is still the same friendly boy you met in middle school. 

You thanked the cashier, and exited the store to notify Yunho that you bought his favorite snacks and drinks. You also purchased some snacks for yourself because it’s going to be a long yet nice day at the park, especially for Zzangmon. 

On the way there, you fed Yunho chips. You don’t mind babying him because he enjoys it, and he does get whiny if you just leave him on the spot. In essence, you have two golden retrievers in your life. 

#ateez #atiny #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #yunho ateez #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho x you #yunho x y/n #yunho x female reader #jeong yunho x reader #jeong yunho x you #jeong yunho x y/n #yunho fluff #yunho imagines #100 followers special!

[l1ft-l1ft1ng-l1ft3d]

What I l1ft3d from 4/1/2023 - 4/30/2023

American Eagle Outfitters:

- Rolling Stones oversized crewneck sweatshirt

Barnes & Noble:

- 7 books (4/2/2023)

- Paper Source Scantron tote bag

- San Francisco tote bag

- 6 books (4/6/2023)

- 8 books (4/8/2023)

- 5 books (4/11/2023)

- 7 books (4/16/2023)

- B&N canvas tote bag - black + gold (4/16/2023)

- 4 books (4/17/2023)

- Out of Print Library tote bag

- 7 books (4/22/2023)

- 4 books (4/25/2023)

- 1 book (4/27/2023)

CVS:

- CeraVe Psoriasis Moisturizing Cream

- Get Well greeting card

- Okabashi slides (coral)

- RawSugar Sugar Scrub (Pineapple + Maqui Berry + Coconut)

- Scünci 2-pcs Scrunchies (blue tie-dye + blue paisley)

- Scünci 1-pc Scrunchie (orange + peach tie dye)

- Kitsch satin pillowcase (Aura)

- Weleda Skin Food Light Nourishing Cream

- CeraVe Skin Renewing Night Cream

Dick's Sporting Goods:

- Nike crewneck logo sweatshirt (white)

- 47 Giants pullover hoodie (gray)

- Stanley H2O Quencher H2.0 Tumbler - 40 oz (rose gold)

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (lavender)

- North Face crewneck pullover sweatshirt (marine blue)

- 47 Sacramento Kings long-sleeve graphic t-shirt

- Nike Hydrastrong one-piece swim suit (black)

-  Hydroflask lunch box

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (guava pink)

- Stanley H2O Quencher H2.0 Tumbler - 40 oz (gray)

- The North Face Pride tote bag

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (beige)

- Stanley 30 oz. Ice Flow Tumbler with Flip Straw (Lavender)

- 2 Adidas hats (blue & pastel green)

- Calia foam slides (gray)

- Body Glide Foot Glide Stick

- SKLZ Targeted Massage Ball

Hobby Lobby:

- Metal Earth 1908 Ford Model T Steel Model Kit (for Dad)

- Metal Earth 1965 Ford Mustang Steel Model Kit (for Dad)

- GellyRoll Moonlight Gel Pen set (10 pcs)

- Perler Clear Pegboards (5 pcs.)

- Perler 6000 beads bag

- Dumbo applique patch

- Winnie the Pooh Iron-On Patch Set

- Peanuts Iron-On patch

- Fabric remnant (black + white dogs)

Hollister:

- Matisse graphic t-shirt

- Sunset tie-dye hoodie

Home Goods:

- Porter 2-pcs Silicone Bags

- Eco Seroa Set of 20 Reusable Kitchen Towels

- OXO Steel Pop Container - 2.1 qt

- OXO Steel Pop Container - 0.2 qt

- Progressive silicone microwave turntable protector

J.C. Penney:

- 2 pairs Adidas tennis shoes

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (gray)

- Wrangler High Rise Vintage 3" Shorts (black)

- Wrangler Roll Shorts

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts

- 4 Levi's graphic t-shirts (black, navy, orange, lime green)

- Wrangler crop graphic t-shirt (pale yellow)

- Wrangler graphic t-shirt (gray)

- ANA 1/2 button down tunic blouse (army green)

- Puma DryCell athletic shorts

- Levi's 711 Skinny jeans

- Wrangler High Rise Rodeo Straight Crop jeans

- 3 Levi's t-shirts (2 white / 1 blue)

- Wrangler t-shirt (rust)

- Levi's 501 Original jeans (gray)

- Rebok leggings

- Rebok sports bra

- ANA short sleeve t-shirt

Lowe's:

- Style Selections Plastic Soap Dish

- Yardsmith Hand Tool Weeder (** for Mom **)

- 2 packs of weed whacker "string"

Macy's:

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (blue + white stripes)

- Calvin Klein Performance quarter zip hoodie (gray)

- Levi's cropped peasant blouse (cream)

- Levi's graphic crewneck sweatshirt (navy)

- Levi's High Rise Mom Jean Shorts

- And Now This bodysuit (black)

- Rebok full-zip hoodie (tangerine)

- Levi's High Rise Mom Jeans (distressed)

- Levi's white button down linen short sleeve shirt

- Levi's ribbed t-shirt (pink + white stripes)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (periwinkle)

- Jenni short pajama set (chambray)

- Ralph Lauren terry cloth bathrobe (white)

- Ralph Lauren light bathrobe (gray)

- Levi's Ex-Boyfriend Trucker Jacket (cream)

- Levi's ribbed scoop-neck crop t-shirt (blue, yellow, lime green)

- And Now This bodysuit (cream)

- Ralph Lauren light bathrobe (navy)

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (gray w/white stripes)

- Levi's 501 Shorts (medium blue denim)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (cream)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (olive)

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts (light blue)

- Levi's corduroy jacket w/sherpa collar

- Rebok full-zip sweatshirt (lavender)

- Ralph Lauren button-down sleep shirt (blue + white stripes)

- Short-sleeve + shorts pajama set (flowers + smiley faces)

- Levi's 501 Skinny jeans

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (*** For Mom! ** pink + blue paisley - size M)

- Ralph Lauren button-down sleep shirt (pink + white stripes)

- Levi's ribbed scoop-neck shirt (blue + white stripes)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (pea green)

- Calvin Klein Performance ribbed v-neck long sleeve shirt (gray)

- Columbia microfleece full zip sweater (hot pink)

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (navy blue + white polka dots - capri bottoms)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (salmon)

- Levi's flannel button-down shirt (brown, black + white)

- Columbia full zip fleece sweater

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (blue + white paisley)

- 2 Wacoal bras

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (pink + blue paisley)

- Levi's ribbed button-down t-shirt

- Levi's flannel button down shirt

Michael's Crafts

- Scotch Thermal Laminator

Target:

- EOS Shea Better 24H Moisture Body Lotion (Vanilla Cashmere)

- E.L.F. Luminous Putty Primer

- Bananagrams game

- Brita Elite 10 Cup water filtration pitcher

- Byoma Balancing Face Mist

- Byoma Melting Balm Cleanser

- Mielle Rosemary Mint Strengthening Hair Masque

- TruSkin Vitamin C Super Serum +

- Rowenta X-Cel Steam Easy garment steamer

- TruSkin Vitamin C Facial Serum

- Threshold recycled glass soap dish

- Good Chemistry Magnolia Violet perfume

- E.L.F Luminous Putty Primer

- ColourPop Feather Effect Styling Wax

- ColourPop Feather Effect Brow Brush

- OXO 3-Piece Suction Bath Set

- C4 Ultimate Pre-Workout (Icy Blue Razz)

- Keurig Descale & Cleanse Starter Kit

- Squatty Potty Bamboo Flip stool

- Peds Mid Cut socks (6 pack)

- Pacifica Indian Coconut Nectar perfume

- Hero Rescue Balm

- Pixi On-the-Glow Bronze (Rich Glow)

- Pixi On-the-Glow Blush (Juicy)

- Pixi On-the-Glow Blush (Ruby)

- Revlon Oil Absorbing Roller

- Revlon Facial Roller Refill

- EcoTools Body Gua Sha

- OXO 3-Piece Bath Suction Set

- OXO Hair Catch Drain Protector

- OXO 7-Piece Clip Set

Ulta:

- Philosophy Amazing Grace Eau de Parfum

- Philosophy Amazing Grace Shampoo, Bath & Shower Gel

- Mario Badescu Facial Spray with Aloe, Herbs and Rosewater

- Hero Force Shield Superfood Serum Stick

- Bumble & Bumble BB Bond-Building Repair Oil Serum

- Bumble & Bumble BB Hairdresser's Invisible Oil

- Fur Oil (2.5 FL oz.)

- Drunk Elephant Lippe Balm

- Mario Badescu Drying Lotion

- Briogeo Farewell Frizz Smoothing Shampoo

- Lanolips Lip Water

- Bumble & Bumble Bb Hairdresser's Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protective Primer

- Cosrx Advanced Snail Peptide Eye Cream

- Drunk Elephant C-Tango Multivitamin Eye Cream

- Lanolips Glossybalms (Berry)

Walgreen's:

- Aveeno Eczema Therapy Rescue Relief Treatment Gel Cream

- Microban 24 Hour Sanitizing Spray (Citrus Scent)

- CeraVe Healing Ointment (5 oz.)

- Shea Moisture 100% Pure Jamaican Black Castor Oil

- Billie Razor Dream Pop Starter Kit

- Billie Razor Malibu travel razor case

- Differin Dark Spot Correcting Serum

- La Roche-Posay Toleriane Double Repair Matte Moisturizer

- Kristin Ess Weightless Hydration Daily Scalp + Hair Mask

- Olay Hyaluronic Nourishing + Hydrating Body Lotion

- CoverGirl Color Correcting Serum Moisturizer Primer (Redness Neutralizer)

- Essie Hard To Resist Advanced nail strengthener

- Essie Speed-Setter top coat

- The Honest Co. Gently Nourishing Bubble Bath (Sweet Almond)

- Olly Extra Strength Sleep gummies (70-count)

- Scünci 5-Pcs Headwraps

- Dr. Bronner's Lavender Organic Hand Sanitizer

- G2 Limited Edition Mineral Art Premium Gel Roller pens (4-count)

- Aveno Daily Moisturizing Body Oil Mist

- Gimme Thick Hair bands (6 pcs - black)

- The Original Make Up Eraser 7- Day Set (black)

- Shea Moisture Pink Himalayan Salt Relaxing Bar Soap

- Goli Ashwaganda Gummies

- Scünci 5-piece headwraps

VS Pink:

- Embroidered Logo crewneck pullover sweatshirt

- Logo full zip sweater (pink)

- Logo full zip sweater (cream)

- Flared yoga pants w/fold-over waistband

-  Black leggings

- Short pajama set

Total: 245 items

[empty-movement]

EMPTY MOVEMENT HAS WARES IF YOU HAVE COIN

OR DON’T

This time, with a graphic!!! 

Empty Movement’s big week of Utena stuff is UNDERWAY.

-> Do you like free things? Denim jackets? Playing cards? Musical Utena with a music box? Enter our free giveaway before Friday at 6pm EST! 

-> Do you like the brand new beautiful Utena and Anthy Dollfies? We do too! We acquired two sets of them, and one set is being sold now, with the opening bid *at cost to us.* ***KEEP IN MIND the listing is in Canadian dollars!! This auction ends next Monday! (Why yes we’re hoping to keep the other pair....)

-> Okay, Dollfies ain’t cheap. Fair. Do you like over 70 items of Utena merchandise??? We are auctioning a ton of Utena stuff, much of it personally bought and carried back from the 2018 and 2019 musical trips. The auctions also all start at our cost! What kind of merch??? -> THE SERIES ACCURATE TEACUP AND TEAPOT SETS MADE FOR THE MUSICALS ARE UP. We literally only have like two each left.  -> One of the last playing card sets made by Vanna to come with the wooden box also made for them. These are the same playing cards as in the raffle, but with the box! Yes, there’s also a third plain deck up for sale.  -> SO MUCH UTENA MYU MERCH. The hankie you got for buying the expensive 2018 show ticket? Yep. Friggin’ bath salts? Indeed! The lovely BRS fan? Clear files? WASHI TAPE? A FEW OF THOSE BADASS DUEL KEYCHAINS? THERE ARE SEVERAL. Here’s a Mikage.  -> BROMIDES. BROMIDES. SO MANY!!! We have auctions with multiple copies of some of them, which means they sell at the price bid *by the lowest winning bid.* Saves y’all money, helps me get these bromides to happy homes! We have plenty of the three bromide packs (like Utena’s here), as well as a ton of swap bromides, even a handful from the first musical!  -> The entire list can be found here. These auctions end next Tuesday, with the bigger stuff going and then the bromides, with a minute or two between each auction for y’all to have time. There’s just so much stuff here!!! Please buy it! Here’s a pic of everything. I know the auction site isn’t the most intuitive. Fuck eBay.

“BUT EMPTY MOVEMENT,” you say.

“You aren’t fooling me! You just want my money, and I think this is not sufficiently providing value for me yet.”

Tough crowd. Alright. Well how about we STREAM THE MUSICALS ALL WEEKEND? Including the ultra-rare, shaves years off our lives Euro zone streams that require we not really sleep! That’s right. Just as it says above, we are streaming on Twitch this weekend!

2018′s Musical Utena ~ Bud of the White Rose

Friday July 8, 7PM EST/4PM PST

Saturday July 9, 11AM EST UK: 4PM, Fr: 5PM 

2019′s Musical Utena ~ Blooming Rose of Deepest Black

Saturday July 9, 7PM EST/4PM PST

Sunday July 10, 11AM EST UK: 4PM, Fr: 5PM

Y’all know we always have fun! We’ll announce the giveaway winners during the first stream somewhere, and sometime this week we’re gonna post more info about the Dollfies. Anyway, love you, see you soon, spend some money, or don’t, and either way, stay tuned for a TON of new stuff!! You know, once this all is over, lol.

#utena #revolutionary girl utena #empty movement #utena merch #utena musicals #dollfie #dollfie dream #utena dollfie #anthy dollfie #utena myu #just so much friggin' content

[pinkacademic]

Casual PA

I today am on a busy catch-up day, and I truly just felt like throwing on whatever and getting my shit done! So, first of all, let me say that if you’re here too, you’re valid and still a stunning, intelligent queen. You’re allowed days off. But my goal is to reach the point in my aesthetics where even on days off, I still feel my best self, so here’s advice for you guys and also for myself! Making jeans and a t-shirt cute

tuck the t-shirt in, be it fully, the french tuck, or to one side, anything to givr a bit of an interesting shape.

Wear a crop top, or crop your existing t-shirt yourself.

Tie it in the front for a different silhouette

Roll up the sleeves to make it look a little bit more intentional.

^ on that note, cuff your jeans!

Accesorise- match the colour of your scrunchie to your t-shirt, pick earrings that match the colour of the graphic on your shirt, wear a hip/wallet chain that evokes a pattern in your top, use the colour of hardare as a throughline in a monochromatic fit eg black outfit, gold earrings, gold belt buckle, gold bag chain.

Work your shoes, bag, and overlayers into the mix too- a red top and red shoes, white jeans and a white backpack, black jacket with black jeans

Hoodies and Sweatshirts

You can experiment with shapes here too- cropped, those K-Pop style ones that are essentially just the hood with sleeves.

Colour is your friend- pick a hoodie that’s bright and colourful so you still feel happy and fabulous. I used to slounge in exclusively dark hoodies and it wasn’t helping.

University sweatshirts!! A Harvard one is so very on my wishlist. You can also do clubs and societies hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts. I still have one from school, and I super regret not getting my university cheerleading one!

You don’t have to default to leggings either (but you’re so valid if you do!). Kaiti Yoo on YouTube has such good examples of how to do sloungey-chic. There are also K-Fashion influences to look at. Speaking of, K-Pop Dance Videos

Being a Blink is my main K-Pop enthusiasm, so that’s my inspo!

Jennie: Her Adidas and shorts combo in Shut Down is a simple black top with a racing stripe, or just an actual Adidas moment, and a black denim skirt or shorts.

Rosé: In Pink Venom, she’s wearing what honestly looks like a strappy sports bra and cargo trousers. If that’s not your comfort zone, swap for a tank top or tee. Both are black.

Jisoo: For Kill this Love, Jisoo is black wearing shorts and thigh socks and a crop top

Lisa: Lisa’s outfit in Lalisa is just pair of grey sweatpants tied at the waist for a bit of a snatch and a powder blue crop top.

All of these outfits are dance-appropriate, and mostly black, but have elements that make them a bit more fashion such as the monochrome that looks styled, Lisa’s tied sweatpants, or Jisoo’s socks.

The Bratz

The Bratz honestly serve casual fashion, because the COLLECTION they have of tank tops in different colours, graphics, and bedazzled slogans are to die for.

Standouts

The butterfly graphics from Fashion Pixiez have me ENAMOURED

Their logo t-shirts- now that’s a bestie DIY night

Passion 4 Fashion Diamondz bedazzled slogans: hip, flirt, lucky etc… ugh, iconic

The big varsity numbers, the Bratz lips, Yasmin’s rose, or straight-up the Bratz logo. Big, bold, and obnoxious.

#pink #academia #pink academia #pink academia fashion #pink academic #casual pink academia fashion

[nobleriver]

River, not one person on this ship, not one living thing is worth you.

#doctor who #river song #twelfth doctor #twelveriver #dwedit #dailydw #userbbelcher #timelordgifs #moffatedit #tvedit #tvarchive #otpsource #userotp #romancegifs #riversongedit #alex kingston #peter capaldi #doctorriver #denim rose graphics #the doctor #i feel rusty from not giffing these past few weeks #and i sat down to do a martha scene (which i will finish) but i kept thinking of these two #the way the doctor memorializes river in S10 brings me to tears #there's just something about the way he honors her; he literally keeps her picture beside his granddaughter's #she's his family; all those centuries they've known each other; she was enough for him and he for her; he retired for her; stayed for her #longs for her #but my favorite quote from THORS is not Hello Sweetie it's when he confessed that to him not one living thing was worth her #she valued her life so little but to him she was worth everything #otp: please don't #1k

[yyh4ever]

ROLLING CRADLE x Yu Yu Hakusho

The japanese clothing brand "Rolling Cradle" is releasing this collab with "Yu Yu Hakusho, from November 26th. I really like denim fashion.

Web Shop: shop.rollingcradle

Clothes:

Yu Yu Hakusho DENIM JACKET

PRICE: 19,800 yen

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[rizlowwritessortof]

Cowboy Rescue - Part 6

Cory makes an impulsive decision to drive from Tulsa, Oklahoma, to Montana, accepting an invitation from an old boyfriend, hoping to put closure to their failed long-distance relationship. When circumstances leave her lost in the Montana countryside in the blizzard of the century, local rancher Dean Winchester comes to her rescue. He is far too tempting to resist, but is she getting herself into just another hopeless long-distance situation?

Last part - finally! Thanks so much to those of you who hung in there with me! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Rancher Dean Winchester x OC Cory Tate

Word Count: 3634

Warnings: Just smut and fluff!

Dividers by the ever-lovely @firefly-graphics​ - thank you, Daisy!

Cory smiled her thanks to the waitress, picking up her drink and looking back towards her friend across the table from her. “Thanks, I needed this, Gina.”

“I could tell. You’ve been a little down this week. We haven’t had a chance to talk about your trip to Montana – things didn’t go well with Dillon?”

Cory laughed. “Not well at all. I didn’t even see him.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. Long story short, I had to take a detour, got lost in the country, a huge blizzard hit, and I got rescued from the storm by a gorgeous cowboy on horseback.”

Gina stared at her, wide-eyed. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Every word is true,” Cory laughed. “And we really hit it off. Like, really hit it off.” Gina was nodding knowingly, a grin on her face.

“So you left me in the office to handle Bruce alone, all for a cowboy,” she teased. “Exactly how gorgeous is this guy?” Cory grabbed her phone and pulled up Dean’s picture, then handed it to Gina, laughing as her friend’s jaw dropped open. “Holy shit, woman!”

“I know. I know, believe me. And I keep thinking, why did I leave Montana at all? But he really didn’t – he didn’t ask me to stay. But it all happened so fast, I think – neither of us really knew how to handle things.” She sighed. “We decided to try to make things work, but you know how much luck I have with the long-distance thing… He’s had to cancel two trips down here to see me, and it’s just hard. It feels like we’re failing before we really get started, you know?”

Gina picked up her drink and stared intently at Cory. “If that man is anywhere close to as amazing as his picture, you have to hang in there and figure it out. As your best friend, I insist on it. There is no way I can let you give up on him. I will drive you to Montana myself.” She motioned to the waitress for another round. “So – tell me everything.”

“Come in,” Cory mumbled at the soft knock on her office door, not even looking up from her work. Gina peeked around the door, and Cory finally looked up, eyebrows raised in question. “What’s up?”

“There’s a cowboy here to see you.”

Cory laughed. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific. We live in Oklahoma, there are cowboys everywhere.”

Gina shook her head, a slow smile spreading across her face, a lilt to her voice. “Not like this one.”

Cory’s smile slowly faded, her eyes widening as she rose to her feet. Gina swung the door open and stepped back, and Cory felt her heart stumble in her chest. “Dean?! Oh, my god!”

“Hey, Cory.” He stepped forward, a huge grin on his face as Cory walked into his arms, and Gina pulled the door closed behind her with a happy smile.

“I thought… I mean, I didn’t think you could get away! How…”

Dean cradled her face in his hands and kissed her silent, and she melted against him, her hands grasping at his denim jacket. He led her over to the love seat near the window and sat her down, sitting beside her and taking her hands in his. “Craziest thing. An old high school friend of mine just bought a little place down the road, and he stopped in to say hi on his way to a job interview at another ranch. I stole him right out from under them, and I don’t even feel bad about it.” Cory laughed, her eyes shining as she listened. “He and his dad used to help us out working cattle when we needed extra hands, back when my dad was still here, so he knows his way around ranching. And he’s a good guy. Can’t wait for you to meet him and his wife.”

“Yeah, someday we’ll have to…”

“The whole ‘someday’ thing? I need to talk to you about that, too. Before I lose my nerve.” Cory’s expression sobered a little, but she watched him intently, waiting for him to continue. “I’ve kicked myself ever since you left - for not asking you to stay in Montana.  I mean, we only spent a few days together, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was pushing you too hard, too fast. But… I miss you so damn much. The house just seems cold and empty without you in it, and I don’t know how I lived in it that way for so long. I really want you to come back with me, Cory. For good.”

“Dean, are you…”

“Crazy? Maybe. But I really want you to come back with me. And if you think we should slow things down, I mean, you can keep your own room if you want, I’m okay with whatever you need. Please, promise me you’ll think about it. And you don’t even have to work if you don’t want to, I mean, I’ve got plenty of money. But if you want to, it’s great, too. Or maybe your boss will let you work remotely?”

“Dean – stop talking for five seconds, please,” Cory laughed, and Dean ducked his head a little with a sheepish smile before looking into her eyes again. “Will you wait for me here? I’ll be right back.” She leaned in to kiss him softly one more time, turning as she reached the door. “There’s whiskey in that cabinet, and glasses – if you want a drink while you wait.”

She was back before he finished a drink, coming back into her office with a huge smile on her face, and Dean couldn’t help but return it. “So – what are we smiling about?”

Cory sat down next to him, taking his drink from his hand and finishing it in one gulp. “Well – I guess I’m moving to Montana.”

Dean stared at her silently for a moment. “Seriously? You’re really coming back with me?”

She nodded, happy tears in her eyes. “If you really want me…” Before she could finish, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until they broke apart in need of air.

“I really want you. I want you with me, in Montana. Everything else will work itself out.”

Late in the evening three days later, they arrived back at the ranch in Dean’s pickup, a small trailer behind with Cory’s belongings. She hadn’t brought much, just clothes and personal items, leaving everything else in her condo, which she planned to sell as furnished. She had left the keys with Gina to keep an eye on things, or to show to prospective buyers.

It didn’t take them long to unload the boxes, leaving them stacked to be unpacked later. Cory collapsed on the couch as Dean started a fire in the fireplace, then joined her, one arm around her shoulders. She snuggled up against him with a happy sigh, giving him a squeeze as he spoke. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

“Thank you. It really does feel like home. It has from the beginning.” She smiled up at him and closed her eyes as he kissed her softly. Then she sat up straight and turned to face him, her expression more serious. “By the way, I’ve been thinking about it – and I do think I would like to keep my own room.”

The light dimmed in Dean’s eyes as he tried to control his expression. “Oh. Okay, whatever you need.”

She couldn’t control the quirk of a smile on her lips as she moved to straddle his lap. “For my office.”

Dean dropped his head to the back of the couch with a relieved sigh. “That was just mean.” Cory giggled as she bent to kiss his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, then his lips, raising her head to look into his eyes.

“It was, I’m sorry – I just couldn’t resist. Forgive me?”

He let out an offended huff, refusing to look at her in pretended offense, and she giggled again. “How about if I show you how sorry I am?”

“I don’t know…” he teased back, and she bent to place gentle, lingering kisses on his throat. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt as she moved down, tasting each newly exposed patch of skin, a little thrill moving through her at the sound of his muffled groan.

When she had his shirt fully undone, she pushed it open, dipping down to nibble at each nipple, sliding down until she was on the floor between his knees, her hands moving to his belt buckle as his muscles contracted at her touch. He moaned as she kissed along his waist, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down. She gave a little nip to his belly button, looking up at his blissful expression. “Lift up a little for me,” she said, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugging them and his jeans down, working them off and tossing them aside, his erection standing hard and proud against his abs.

She settled herself between his legs again, and Dean cleared his throat, his breathing quickening with his arousal. He stared down at her as she stripped her sweatshirt off over her head, and then reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. He let out a low groan as she took it off and dropped it beside her, then pulled in a hissing breath as she put her hand to his cock, bringing it to her lips.

She took the tip into her mouth, laving it with her tongue as she suckled gently, watching Dean’s hand clutch desperately at the arm of the sofa. He swore under his breath as she pulled off, bending to lick a path from root to tip, one hand massaging at his balls as she took him in again as far as she could. She glanced up at him, his head thrown back and his teeth clenched as he fought the urge to push in deeper. She began to move, up and down, working her tongue over him, taking him deeper with each bob of her head until he was breaching her throat. She fought her gag reflex for a moment, then took him in fully, her throat working around him, and he let out a moan that made her reach a hand between her own thighs.

Dean’s hips were rising to meet her now, in spite of his efforts to hold still, and she pulled off him, her voice a little raspy as she spoke. “Just let go, baby, it’s okay.”

“I don’t wanna…” he began, but she shook her head.

“You’re not gonna hurt me. I want it. I want all of you.” She licked the drop of precum from his slit before taking him in completely, sucking hard and breaking what was left of his resistance. She relaxed and let him fuck into her willing mouth and throat, shoving one hand down the front of her jeans to rub her aching clit and bracing her other hand on the straining muscle of his thigh.

“Oh, fu… uuuuck, fuckfuckFUCK,” he finally forced out, filling her mouth and throat with his release.  She swallowed as much as she could, gentling the suction on his pulsing cock as he emptied himself, his legs shaking a little as he slowed, then finally stopped. He moved his hand from the couch to tangle his fingers in her hair as she lovingly cleaned him off, pulling her hand free from her pants with a shudder and reaching for her sweatshirt to wipe off her face.

She leaned up, resting her face against his torso, smiling as he groaned at the sensation of her soft breasts pressed against his sensitive cock. “So, do you forgive me now?” she teased, and he stroked her hair, still unwilling to move any further.

“For anything you’ve ever done or ever will do,” he answered, and Cory laughed.

“Careful, I might hold you to that.”

“How about you come up here?” She pressed a kiss to his skin and straightened up, then rose to her feet. Dean hooked a finger into her belt loop, pulling her in closer, then working the button and zipper open on her jeans. “And how about you take those off?”

She shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, letting Dean pull her up onto his lap. He held her close with one arm, the other hand kneading gently at her breast as he kissed her hungrily. She shivered beneath his touch as he toyed with her nipple, and he parted from her lips long enough to lay her back on the couch, settling himself between her legs and bending to tongue the other nipple into his mouth. He teased at her until she whined, arching up a little, searching for something more to ease the throbbing between her thighs. He looked into her eyes as he raised himself up, moving to his knees on the floor and nuzzling his face into the crease of her thigh. She trembled as he kissed her there, then moved his way down to taste her before flicking his tongue over her clit.

She jerked with a soft cry, her hips rising to meet him as a faint growl rumbled from his throat. He speared his tongue inside her, humming in approval at her flavor before working two fingers inside to rub at her sweet spot. She slid her fingers through his hair, grabbing to hold him close as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she swore, her hips moving to the rhythm of his fingers vigorously fucking into her. “Jesus, Dean…”

His cock was twitching, getting harder by the second at the symphony of sounds she was making, the feel of her cunt clutching at his fingers, the taste of her on his tongue. She was close, so close, beginning to beg now, and he reached up to pinch at her nipple, sending her to the edge with a strangled cry. Before she could completely reach her peak, he stopped, moving back up between her thighs, driving his cock home with one desperate thrust.

She let out a hoarse scream as Dean fucked her hard and deep, her cunt spasming around him and spurring him on. He pounded into her, his heart hammering, until he let out a shout as he came, holding himself as deep inside her as he could manage, his vision darkening a little around the edges as he finally dropped down on top of her shuddering form. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as they both fought for breath, their chests heaving against each other.

A few minutes later Dean pushed himself up on one elbow, bending to place soft, lingering kisses on Cory’s lips. “I have this problem. I can’t seem to kiss you enough,” he teased, feeling her lips curve against his as she smiled.

“That is a problem. We’ll have to work on that.” She looked into his eyes, searching them and finding the same warmth and contentment she was feeling. “I hate to say this, but we should move. We’re gonna ruin the couch.”

He bent to kiss her again. “Worth it. And besides, there’s a blanket under us.”

“Oh, I didn’t even…” She turned her head a little to look, and suddenly burst into giggles.

“What?” She was trying to speak, but another bout of giggling came out instead. “What?!”

Cory wiped at her eyes, pointing at the other end of the couch. “We both still have our socks on!” And then she was off again, and Dean couldn’t help but join in.

“What, like that’s not sexy?”

“Oh, very.” She finally started to calm down, a little whining laugh or two forcing their way from her lips. “I’m sorry, I’m just so very tired.”

Dean grinned down at her affectionately, kissing her one more time. “Well, sexy, maybe we should go clean up a little and go to bed.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

He rose to his feet with a little groan, then reached for her hand to help her up. She let her hand rest in his as they walked in their sexy stocking feet to the bedroom, Cory still smothering an occasional giggle on the way.

About ten years farther down the road…

Dean parked the pickup in front of the house and headed for the steps, a couple bags of groceries in each hand. He was halfway up when he heard his wife’s voice, loud and clear, from the back yard. “John Travis Winchester!”

“Oh, shit.” He deposited the bags on the porch and headed around the side of the house to see what his oldest son had gotten into this time. That boy was going to give his mama gray hair fast at the rate he was going. Only 8 years old, but he was very creative at finding mischief to get into on an almost daily basis.

Cory was standing at the back of the house, hands on her hips, looking up at the huge oak in their back yard. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?” she continued, 3-year-old Gracie letting go of her leg to run towards Dean.

“Daddy!” He scooped her up in one arm and went to stand next to his wife, putting the other arm around her shoulders.

“What’s happening here?” he asked, giving her a squeeze.

“Well, our son decided it would be a good idea to get into his daddy’s tools and saw a branch out of your great-grandpa’s tree. I was about to try and find out why.”

J.T. was about five feet off the ground, perched on a branch, a small hand saw partly bitten into a smaller branch next to him. One slim branch lay underneath the tree, and his 6-year-old little brother, Hunter, stepped forward, speaking up.

“J.T. and me wanted to build a fort, but we didn’t have any wood.”

“That right, J.T.?” Dean asked, and the boy nodded, looking utterly miserable.

“Mama, our cookies!” Gracie piped up, and Cory took her from Dean’s grasp.

“I know, baby girl. We’ll finish them in a minute.”

Dean bent to kiss Cory’s head. “Why don’t you and Gracie go on and finish your cookies, babe. I’ll have a talk with the boys.”

She turned to look up at him, Gracie on one hip. “That child is gonna be the death of me someday,” she said quietly, a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth, and Dean chuckled.

“Go ahead, honey, I’ve got this.” She stretched up to kiss him, heading back into the house with her daughter.

A little while later, Cory sat on the couch, her laptop in front of her as Gracie played on the living room floor. The boys came bursting through the front door, Dean behind them, and he stood nearby as they both ran up to their mother.

She sat her laptop on the table and turned to accept a strangling hug from Hunter. “We’re sorry, mama,” he said, and she gave him a squeeze, then wrapped J.T. in a hug as he followed suit. He backed away, his lip quivering a little, and Cory patted the couch beside her.

“Come here, boy child,” she smiled, and he climbed up beside her, letting her tuck him under her arm. “So, what did you learn today? What did Daddy say?”

He took a breath and launched into a recitation, and Cory forced herself not to smile. “He said some of the tools are dangerous, and we could get hurt, and if we want to use something we have to talk to him or you and let somebody help us and show us how to use ‘em, and he said his great-grandpa planted that tree a long, long time ago and it’s a special family tree. And he’s gonna call the station man,” she looked up at Dean in confusion, and he grinned.

“Extension agent.”

Cory smiled and nodded, looking back to J.T. “And he’s gonna tell us if the tree is hurt and how to fix it, and also if me and Hunter want to build a fort he’ll help us and find us some wood.”

She nodded and hugged him. “I love you, you know.”

“Love you too, mama. I’m really sorry I hurt the tree.”

Cory took his little face in her hands. “You are forgiven, sweet boy. Now – why don’t you go in the kitchen and get yourself a cookie?”

His eyes lit up and he was off the couch in a flash. “Me too, mama?” Hunter piped up, and she laughed.

“Of course, you, too! After one more hug.” She sent them on their way, followed by their sister, shaking her head at their energy. Dean plopped down beside her, dropping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze.

“You’re a great dad, you know that?” she smiled up at him, and he kissed her.

“You’re pretty great yourself, you know.”

Hunter peeked around the kitchen doorway. “Can we have two cookies?”

Cory laughed. “Yes, you can have two cookies.”

“So…” Dean started, and she looked up at him, waiting. “How about we let these monsters have a movie night tonight and put them to bed early.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, his voice rumbling in her ear. “Then we can go to bed and fool around.”

She turned to kiss him, happily in awe of the way he still looked at her like she was everything, and how he could still make her blood race with a simple touch or kiss. “That is the best offer I’ve had all day, baby.”

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[shs-marching-frogs]

What the SHS Kids Wear to Band Camp

John: standard khaki shorts and graphic t-shirt, you know the drill.

Rose: tank top and athletic shorts. She occasionally peppers in a pair of earrings for ~flair~

Dave: athletic shorts and slogan t-shirts. Think "I got my crabs from dirty dicks" level slogans.

Jade: denim shorts and crop tees, paired with green converse

Jane: high-waisted khaki shorts and button-up short sleeve tops. This girl WILL NOT compromise her 50s aesthetic for functionality.

Roxy: sweat pants and tank tops, topped off with funky sunglasses

Dirk: various anime shirts and those really long tripp shorts. Totally not functional, and he regularly overheats.

Jake: same thing as John but add a flannel on top

Aradia: same thing as Jade, but instead of cropped t-shirts, it's oversized t-shirts

Tavros: jorts and one of those patterned floral shirts that dads wear. Also, birkenstocks

Sollux: sweaters and jeans. why, the world may never know

Karkat: old band t-shirts and jeans

Nepeta: cargo shorts, a tank top, and far too many silly bandz on her arms

Kanaya: ballet wear. like, leotard with a sheer overskirt ballet wear. this chick is wild

Terezi: athletic shorts with oversized patterned button-up tops and crocs

Vriska: tank tops and boxers that she stole from John

Equius: muscle tanks and athletic shorts. He still manages to overheat in this

Gamzee: whatever he wore to sleep the night before

Eridan: his uniform. There is something wrong with him

Feferi: pajama shorts and tank tops, with plenty of friendship bracelets on top

Damara: anime t-shirts and low-waisted athletic shorts

Rufioh: his vest and shorts, t-shirt not included (to the distaste of most of the band)

Mituna: khaki shorts and striped t-shirts

Kankri: sweaters and shorts. w h y

Meulin: tennis skorts and tank tops, with her hair pulled up into a bun

Porrim: shorts and a tank top, all black

Latula: bright colored athletic shorts and t-shirts

Aranea: flowy dresses b/c she owns nothing else

Horrus: also his uniform

Kurloz: stereotypical juggalo fit, face paint and all

Cronus: T-shirts with rolled sleeves and jeans

Meenah: leggings and cropped t-shirts

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[moncherrie]

✼  ʾ          𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 .

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✼  ʾ          ────       𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 .

a  glimmer  of  hope  in  eyes  who  previously  lost  all  faith ;  gold  cherry  accessories  adoring  your  skin ;  award-winning  smiles ;  flashing  lights  blinding  you  from  the  harshness  of  reality ;  oldies  r&b  plays  throughout  the  house  as  you  sip  on  tea  on  your  balcony ;  your  voice  booming  throughout  an  empty  arena ;  blown  kisses ;  vintage  fur  coats ;  popping  your  lips  after  applying  lipgloss ;  eating  cherries  from  the  stem  as  you  unwind  in  a  bubble  bath  whilst  drinking  chardonnay ;  the  never-ending  excitement  when  hearing  thousands  of  people  call  your  name ;  popping  bottles  in  the  vip  section  of  a  nightclub  with  other  socialites  you  barely  know ;  serving  face  when  having  your  mugshot  taken ;  cheek  kissing  as  a  greeting ;  swirling  your  drink  around  as  you  overlook  a  room  full  of  people ;  achievements  you  never  made  on  your  own  staining  your  office  wall ;  the  scent  of  citrus  lingering  on  your  skin  with  a  hint  of  hennessey  and  cigarette  smoke  mixed  in-between .

✼  ʾ          ────       𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 .

 FULL  NAME :   carnella  marianna  velasquez  .    ALIAS  /  NICKNAME :   cherrie,   cher,   nella  (  close  friends  +  family  )  .     DATE  OF  BIRTH :   july  4th  .   ASTROLOGY :   cancer  sun,   gemini  moon,   pisces  rising  .   GENDER :   cis  female  .   PRONOUNS :   she / her / hers  .   ORIENTATION :   biromantic,   bisexual  with  a   feminine  lean  .   BIRTHPLACE :   upper  east  side,   manhattan,  new  york  city,  new  york  .   RESIDENCY :    a  condo  on  5th  avenue  in   manhattan  (  x  )  .   OCCUPATION :   musician  (  primary  ) ,  model ,  actress  .

HAIR :   jet  black ,  usually  straightened  .   EYES :   doe  shaped,  dark  brown  .   HEIGHT :   five  foot  one  .   PIERCINGS :   lobes  x2,  conch  x2,  belly  button  .   TATTOOS :   a  rose  on  the  right  hip  (  x  ) ,  a  heart  on  the  front  left  shoulder  (  x  ) ,  the  quote  “ let  it  be ”  on  the  right  back  shoulder  .   DOMINANT  HAND :   ambidextrous ,  defaults  to  her  left  hand  .   STYLE :   y2k  vintage  chic  .   long  fur  coats  ;  mini  skirts  with  thigh  high  boots  ;  designer  sunglasses  ;  graphic  tee  tank  tops ;  denim  matching  sets  ;  low  rise  jeans ;  ribbed  tied  front  tops  with  fur  .

POSITIVE  TRAITS :   sociable,  organized,  calculating.   NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  deceitful,  irrational,  stubborn  .   MBTI :  entj-t  (  the  commander  )  .   MORAL  ALIGNMENT :  chaotic  neutral  .   LABEL :   the  dolled-up  snake  .   CAREER  CLAIM :   dua  lipa  .   MANNERISMS :  tapping  your  nails  against  a  surface  /  against  your  glass ;  rubbing  your  temple  when  you’re  frustrated ; dragging  your  tongue  over  your  teeth ;  answering  the  phone  on  the  2nd  ring ; giving  half-assed  smiles  unintentionally ; pinching  the  bridge  of  her  nose  .   DRUG  HISTORY :  occasionally  smokes  marijuana  but  only  if  she’s  around  other  people  as  she  doesn’t  like  to  get  high  alone  .   ALCOHOL  TOLERANCE :  pretty  decent,  still  likes  getting  tipsy  at  least  but  usually  mixes  her  drinks  with  coke  or  fruit  juice  to  stop  herself  from  becoming  embarrassingly  drunk  .  ALCOHOL  PREFERENCE :  prefers  brown  liquor  over  white  but  if  it’s  being  offered,  she’ll  have  some  .   go-to  drink  is  hennessey  with  coke  and  ice  but  will  sometimes  order  a  fruity  martini  or  a  white  russian  depending  on  her  mood  .  DRUNKEN  BEHAVIOR :  she’s  a  mixture  of  an  angry  drunk  and  an  emotional  drunk  .  very  argumentative  and  stubborn  but  will  trauma  dump  lowkey  if  given  the  opportunity  .   really  only  gets  like  this  if  she  drinks  her  liquor  straight  which  is  never  a  good  sign  .

BIRTH  FATHER :  emiliana  velasquez  (  alive,  distant  relations  ;  real  estate  agent  for  the  upper  class  )  .   BIRTH  MOTHER :  valentina  guerro  (  alive,  strained  relations  ;  award-winning  actress  +  daytime  television  host  )  .   STEP  FATHER :   andres  verda  (  alive,  decent  relations  ;  grammy  winning  producer  +  ceo  of  record  high  music  )  .   EXTENDED  FAMILY :  maribel  martinez  (  cousin  )  .   ADDITIONAL  MEMBERS :  a  french  bullbog  named  coco  &&.  a  pomeranian  named  kelly  .  only  coco  lives  with  her  as  kelly  is  her  mother’s  dog  but  it’s  very  clear  who’d  she  rather  be  with  whenever  cherrie  visits  .

✼  ʾ          ────       𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡 .   /  #5

muse  K  and  muse  L  were  best  friends  since  diapers  .   at  least  until  middle  school  .  once  they  started  growing  up,  muse  L  always  thought  of  muse  K  as  their  best  friend  while  muse  K  started  to  feel  like  they  were  living  in  muse  L’s  shadow  .   sometimes  it  even  felt  as  if  their  own  mother  loved  muse  L  more  .   so  for  muse  K,  everything  became  a  competition  and  it  became  their  goal  to  be  better  than  muse  L  in  anything  .   so  when  muse  L  had  to  leave  for  full  two  months  of  summer  to  a  foreign  country,  muse  K  bloomed  .   they  were  main  attention  focus  yet  again  .  made  their  new  friends  circle  who  follows  them  as  lost  puppies  and  has  been  spotted  with  muse  M  in  intimate  situations,  who  happens  to  be  muse  L’s  ex  significant  other  .   but  muse  L’s  comeback  bursted  the  bubble  muse  K  lived  in  for  the  entire  summer  and  right  now,  the  real  question  is  whether  muse  K  will  go  back  to  living  in  muse  L’s  shadow  or  will  they  go  against  their  years  of  friendship  ?  and  let’s  not  forget  muse  M  in  the  picture  .   is  the  upper  east  side  getting  their  own  love  trio  ?

as  muse  K  :   cherrie  velasquez  .

as  muse  L  :   paris  jeong  . 

as  muse  M  :   nika  siriphon  chaiyakan  .

✼  ʾ          ────       𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦

born  as  a  (  manipulation  tactic  )  miracle  baby  in  the  midst  of  a  messy  divorce,  cherrie  was  destined  to  have  a  bit  of  a  crazy  life  .   it  was  evident  early  on  that  her  mother  only  saw  her  as  her  most  prized  possession  in  terms  of  another  thing  to  brag  about  .   meanwhile  her  father  was  in  awe  of  his  little  princess  yet  with  him  moving  to  california  pretty  early  in  her  life,  he  wasn’t  as  present  as  both  he  and  herself  would’ve  wanted  .  because  of  this,  her  mother  immediately  began  molding  her  daughter  into  becoming  her  clone,  her  own  prodigy  .   she  began  acting  at  the  age  of  six  on  disney  channel  and  starred  mainly  in  films  with  an  occasional  guest  starring  role  on  a  show  .   being  apart  of  the  network  was  how  she  got  exposed  to  the  music  industry  with  it  soon  becoming  a  main  focus  later  on  in  her  life  .

at  some  point  she  was  burned  out  from  acting  around  her  starting  middle  school  .  thankfully  she  sustained  an  injury  that  allowed  her  to  sit  out  of  it  during  middle  school  which  was  where  a  lot  of  things  changed  .   her  closest  friend  was  a  booming  model  already  at  such  a  young  age  -  which  wasn’t  a  bad  thing,  at  least  not  in  the  beginning  .   she  adored  asking  the  other  about  their  schedules  and  recent  shoots  but  it  was  her  mother  who  began  comparing  the  two  of  them  that  ignited  an  insecurity  in  cherrie  that  she  will  never  get  over  once  getting  older  .   it  got  worse  when  small  jokes  like  calling  the  other  her  favorite  child  seemed  a  bit  more  serious  than  normal  .  the  day  she  sorta  snapped  was  when  her  told  her  friend  that  she  wished  she  was  her  daughter  instead  .  cherrie  spent  hours  that  night  crying  and  cutting  up  photos  of  them  together  before  deciding  that  she  had  to  do  something  about  this  .

so  cherrie  started  moving  in  silence  .   she  became  more  attentive  than  normal,  mentally  noting  (  sometimes  physically  noting  )  the  moves  her  best  friend  started  making  as  they  got  older  .   meanwhile  she  began  crafting  a  path  of  her  own  in  music  but  covered  it  up  with  modeling  .  she  was  too  short  for  the  runway  but  she  had  the  face  fit  for  a  commercial  and  for  billboards  scattered  across  ny  .   it  began  with  cosmetics  then  jewelry,  eventually  leading  up  to  her  advertising  for  designer  brands  all  while  keeping  up  her  acting  career  despite  absolutely  hating  the  industry  .  sitting  front  row  at  fashion  shows  and  wearing  exclusively  tailored  gowns  on  red  carpets,  increased  followings  -  it  was  what  she  deserved  after  waiting  so  long  .  yet  everything  truly  fell  into  place  during  a  faithful  summer  where  she  truly  shined  .  those  two  months  were  used  to  launch  her  music  career,  releasing  her  first  single  where  it  quickly  blew  up  faster  than  anyone  suspected  it  to  .   this  was  it !   everything  was  falling  right  into  place  .  no  more  comparisons,  no  more  taunting  from  her  mother,  no  more  -

oh   . . .   right  .   her  friend  had  to  come  back  .   cherrie  almost  forgot  about  that  .  too  caught  up  in  her  little  reality,  she  had  to  bring  herself  back  down  to  earth  to  keep  up  her  usual  persona  of  the  best  friend  .  but  she  didn’t  feel  threatened,  oh  no  !  cherrie  managed  to  build  up  her  own  empire  and  there  was  nothing  anyone  could  do  to  make  her  falter  .  that  would  be  true  if  she  wasn’t  doing  the  complete  opposite  behind  closed  doors  ;  drinking  herself  into  an  angry  frenzy  just  to  crash  in  her  walk-in  closet  next  to  her  christian  louboutin  heels  .   this  period  of  time  sparked  the  “  unhinged  ”  era  for  her  as  she  excessively  partied  to  her  hearts  content,  wrecked  an  ex’s  car,  and  was  even  spotted  doing  something  shifty  with  her  best  friend’s  ex  .   truly  it  was  a  time  of  her  life  no  one  could  forget  .

soon  she  managed  to  sober  herself  up  and  went  about  her  life  liked  none  of  that  ever  happened .   her  music  consistently  grew  more  and  more  popular  which  eventually  led  her  to  winning  a  grammy  for  best  new  artist  that  many  people  were  very  skeptical  about  since  she  was  still  considered  a  fresh  new  singer  .   this  sparked  many  accusations  and  conspiracy  theorists  coming  out  about  how  fast  cherrie’s  career  been  growing  since  her  first  release,  with  some  fans  of  other  artists  calling  out  her  step  father  for  being  behind  everything  as  he  had  insane  ties  to  the  music  industry  .  but  no  one  will  ever  know  the  truth   . . .   but  time  will  tell  .

✼  ʾ          ────       𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 .

it’s  heavily  implied  within  the  media  that  the  cause  of  her  parents’  divorce  was  because  her  mother  was  having  an  affair  with  andres  even  before  they  split  up  .  she  believes  it  but  won’t  address  that  publicly  .

on  the  topic  of  andres,  i  definitely  picture  him  to  be  a  very  well-respected  producer  &&.  writer  for  big  name  artists  .  think  dark  child,  pharrell,  timberland  but  like  . . .  if  they  were  super  villain  coded  .  basically  he’s  widely  known  for  down  playing  smaller  artists  &&.  cockblocking  them  on  radios  on  whatnot  .  definitely  not  a  good  guy  .

her  mother  truly  started  to  turn  on  her  because  she  had  brought  cherrie  the  lead  spot  on  a  children’s  movie  when  she  was  younger  and  they  argued  over  it  for  a  while  .  magically  days  later,  she  gets  injured  and  can’t  participate  in  the  filming  anymore  which  really  pissed  her  off  because  she  thinks  she  did  it  on  purpose  .

cherrie  doesn’t  really  act  anymore  .  it’s  more  of  a  side  quest  than  a  priority  like  it  was  at  some  point  .  genuinely  do  not  bring  up  her  acting  career,  she  itches  even  thinking  about  it  .  she  does  however,  like  voice  acting  for  some  strange  reason  .

goes  to  therapy  !  she’s  been  seeing  her  therapist  for  a  year  now  and  thinks  she’s  making  progress  .  no  one  knows  this  btw  .

believe  it  or  not,  she’s  always  in  a  plotting  mood  .  if  you  see  her  swirling  her  straw  around  in  her  drink  just  staring  at  everybody,  just  know  her  brain’s  on  the  move  .

really  fucking  untrustworthy  like  i  mean  it  .  your  dark  secrets  just  might  be  exposed  through  her  but  it  can  never  be  traced  back  unless  she’s  like  . . .  the  only  person  who  knew  but  she’s  typically  very  careful  about  that  kind  of  stuff  .  it’s  never  out  of  malicious  intent,  either  .  she  just  enjoys  seeing  herself  climb  up  the  social  ranks  a  bit  quicker  due  to  someone’s  stupidity  .

very  good  at  hiding  her  true  intentions !!  she’ll  be  on  your  side  through  thick  and  thin  and  will  never  really  let  you  in  on  her  full  picture  unless  she  trusts  you  (  rare !!  )  but  do  not  fall  for  her  tricks  .  she’s  playing  a  pick  me  !!  she’s  an  actress  !!  she  can  act  !!

you’ve  reached  the  end  of  her  bio !  all  connections  can  be  found  here .  if  you  wish  to  plot,  you  can  im  me  or  find  me  on  discord  @  too hot to cool off#3818  .  i  am  really  invested  in  her  &&.  hope  you  guys  like  her  just  as  much  as  i  do  !!

#nepofm.intro #✼ ʾ 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑧 . ❪⠀⅋⠀❫ introduction #wowww i wrote a whole lot LMAOOO #i'm excited hello !!

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Looking for some vintage clothes? Don't know where to start? I gotchu!

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Disclaimer: You will always find more vintage stuff by visiting vintage hauls/homes, stores, online website drops or thrifting, but if you're looking for just basic styles to look up, this post is for you!

You can shop wherever you like, I just am giving options that might support you in what you look for!

Women's clothing trends of the 70s

Flare clothing was very popular in the 1970s which would include flare pants and flare sleeved tops.

For more Denim Flare Pants and Bell Bottoms.

Reformation

Levis

H&M

Frame

Flare Leggings

Lululemon

Aerie

Zella

Alo

Flare sleeved tops can be found pretty much everywhere, I'd suggest more alternative stores to find more options.

Dresses and Skirts

Maxi Dresses, Prairie Dresses, 60s mini shift dresses, jumper dresses, drop waist dresses, sheath dresses, tunic dresses, sleeveless jumper dresses, mod dresses, shirtwaist dresses with tie belts, fit and flare dresses with large collars, A-line dresses, two piece tunic dresses, sheer floral tie string waist dresses, granny dress or peasant dress, corduroy skirts/velvet, polyester fabrics/skirts/dresses, suede skirts/dresses and denim skirts/dresses.

(You can find these everywhere, but here are big vintage clothing brands, that has some of these.)

1. Unique Vintage

2. Blue Velvet Vintage

3. ModCloth

4. Rose Gal

T-Shirts, Graphic Tees and Tops

Graphic t-shirts were very popular in the 70s also known as band tees. You can find a lot of band tees at alternative stores and pretty much everywhere. From Bees gees, to Bowie or earth wind and fire bands, if you're a more casual vintage band tees are your way to go!

Turtlenecks, striped long sleeve shirts, lots of patterns and colors were common during the 70s, so you could always search up 'patterned long sleeve top' or 'red turtleneck.'

Accessories, Jewelry and Shoes

Bags and Purses were usually Bohemian based or looking, suggesting suede or supple leather and shoulder bags with wider longer straps. These are more difficult to find non designer based brands for, so just remember Bohemian! (Lol)

Hats, oversized newsboy caps, tall homburg hats, fuzzy felt hats, western straw hats braided leather bands.

Jewelry, biggest jewelry trend was yellow gold, gold hoop earrings, gold necklaces, yellow gold all the way! It's all about feel good jewelry! Chunky rings, pendents, chokers, large studs, natural material made jewelry, lots of turquoise stones, gold chains, beads, crystals, bangles/cuffs, gemstones, ankle bracelets and sautoirs.

Shoes, CLOGS, CLOGS, CLOGS, (lol) platforms(of all kinds), fringe top boots, over the ankle boots, crinkle vinyl granny boots, tapestry boots, chunky heeled shoes, hi-rise pumps, feather moc-ankle boot, slip ons, evening sandals, denim boots, Moc-toe oxford, Ghillie lace boots, patterned cow girl boots and leather slides.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

That's all for Women's 70s, if you want a specific decade to be looked at request it, if you want to know where to find specific items, Request it!! Have a good day! My Masterlist!

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aesthetics tag -- verity williams

rules: bold all the aesthetics that your muse relates to

side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neonsigns, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles.

side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents.

side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes.

side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums.

side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, stars, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-coloured leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses.

side f - the rebel

cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavoured bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings.

side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies.

side h - the summer

tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones.

side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colours, hair braids, soft sweaters, colourful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zen tangling, vintage cameras.

side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colourful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower.

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