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Day 2: Roleplay - Ghostface!Steve Harrington

Summary: It had been your idea to dress up for Halloween as characters from Scream but what happens when you forget it’s Steve under the mask.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, consensual non-consent (CNC), roleplay, fear play, mask kink, being chased, discussion of safe words, groping, fingering, edging, hair pulling, rough sex, hand over mouth, creampie

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“I think I'm getting old”, came the frustrated grumble from your tired, fussy boyfriend Steve Harrington. His words weren’t boisterous as he muttered them under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and staring down at the costume laid out for him on the bed.

Not reacting to him immediately, you continue applying the eyeshadow to your eyelid, smiling as you peeked at him in the mirror, his hands resting on his hips. Biting your lip to refrain from grinning or laughing, you innocently asked, “Why’s that Stevie?”

“Because I don’t want to go to this stupid party! I just wanna stay in and watch movies”. Steve began running his fingers through his recently washed hair, the ends curling gently over the tips of his shoulders but fluffy in texture as he had yet to style it with spray and gel.

You placed your brush on the dressing table and gave him your full attention in the mirror's reflection. “It's not a stupid party; it’s a Halloween party! There’s a difference”, you say enthusiastically to try and perk up his spirits. Steve continued to look down at the bed, only raising an eyebrow in a half-ass attempt at showing his excitement, so you turned on your stool, facing directly towards him. Sighing forcefully, you stood and approached with long, sweeping steps. “Come on! It’s only this one party, and then we can stay in for the rest of the year!” Trying to use all your manipulative tactics to sweeten him up. Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, your arms circled his waist, lifting his strong arms to settle over your shoulders.

Steve finally managed to tear his gaze away from the costume and towards you, but only so he could dramatically pout out his full bottom lip, his long, thick eyelashes curling up and nearly stroking his eyebrows as you melted into his warm coffee-coloured eyes. He was so handsome, and he didn’t even have to try.

Your nimble fingers slid beneath his shirt to feel the soft skin of his hips as you continued to try and elevate his excitement, “It’ll be fine, Steve, I promise”. Lifting onto your tiptoes, you captured his pouted lips with a brief, sweet kiss.

“It’s just not the same as they used to be. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive us there so it’ll save us some time to get back home again?” Steve asked as his hands smoothed over your bare shoulders, pulling you flush against his body and his warmth seeping into your skin.

You pulled away a step to give him a deadpan look, “It’s only a block away. I’m sure you’ll survive, and anyway, if you hate it, we can leave at any point”.

“Promise?”

“I promise, but we are still going. I’ve spent way too much money on the costumes to let them go to waste”, you explain whilst pulling out of his hold and sitting back in front of the mirror to continue finishing your makeup.

Steve’s attention returned to his costume, picking up the black cloak and white mask and holding it out in front of him. “Ok, I can take a quick guess as to who I’m dressing up as, but who are you supposed to be?”

You were still in your underwear, but to show him who you meant, you quickly flicked on the shoulder-length blonde wig and turned to him. “I’m Casey Becker, you know, Drew Barrymore, the girl that got killed at the start of Scream. I’m her after your Ghostface character kills me”, you explain whilst pointing to the wool cream jumper covered in splotches of deep red fake blood to match the stains on your neck and chest.

“Right”, Steve mutters before chewing on his lip, fingers once more returning to stroke through his hair before he reluctantly moves to the bathroom to continue getting ready, costume in hand.

You smiled triumphantly to yourself and continued getting ready, dressed in the simple jeans and once-cream jumper now decorated with fake stab wounds.

Waiting impatiently for Steve, with your arms crossed and foot tapping on the floor, you gently knocked on the bathroom door, asking, “You ready in there, Ghostface?”

As if he was waiting for you, the door swung open almost immediately, making you jump back on instinct, but the sight before you caused a deep warmth to flush through your body. The white scream mask was resting on the top of his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes so you could still see his face, but seeing Steve in the black cloak was doing something erotic to your body; you knew this outfit would be the right decision.

Steve's mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but he noticed how you shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching your eyes unfocus as they travelled up the length of his lean body, and he knew that you were becoming aroused. Confidence pumped through his veins as his spine straightened so he could pump his chest out slightly before casually leaning against the door frame, his ankle crossed over the other.

“Let me guess, you’re into this? You little freak”, he trailed off as he visually inspected your costume. Even though it wasn’t revealing anyway, his pupils expanded as he bit his lip hungrily.

Blinking quickly and shaking your head, you tried to snap your attention back to him and not all of the nasty thoughts of him wearing this costume whilst pleasuring you. Glancing away from him, you tried to remain casual and calm, “I don’t know what you mean, Harrington. Come on, let’s go, we’re already late”.

The two of you walked in the moonlight, the streetlights blinking from being faulty, but that didn’t stop the two of you from swinging your clasped hands between your bodies. Steve still had his mask pushed up onto his head so that he could watch his step and still look towards you and his vision not be distorted.

“So what is it that you like? Is it the violence? The costume? The evilness? The murder”, he extended the last word as he dipped his face and knocked his forehead against your cheek as you pushed him away laughing.

You didn’t answer him, but he was sure to have noticed how warm your face was and the unsubtle looks you were giving him from the corner of your eye. To be frank, you were near enough drooling over him in the slash killer costume. You weren’t sure what it was; maybe you were falling into the fantasy, knowing the character was a psycho killer but had your beautiful boyfriend's face, knowing he wouldn’t hurt you but still looked scary and murderous.

Steve continued talking, not phased by your silence, “Maybe I should wear this costume when we get home, especially as it’s getting you so hot and bothered. I haven’t seen you like this since I was in my scoops ahoy sailors outfit”. His sizeable, warm hand squeezed yours to show he was teasing as his shoulder bumped into yours.

“Will you stop it? We’re nearly there, and then you can go and annoy someone else”, you say matter-of-factly.

Steve scoffs, “Why would I want to do that when I seem to be doing such a good job of annoying you?”. Without missing a beat, he released your hand, but only so he could wrap his arms around your waist to spin you around on the spot, causing you to scream out and kick your legs to try and make him put you down.

“Steve, stop!” you laughed despite the harshness of your tone. Thankfully, when he finally placed you back onto your two feet, he kissed your lips, then returned to holding your hand and tugging you along for the rest of the journey towards the party.

Once the two of you had arrived, he kept his mask down, which was where you became even more confused and momentarily forgot that it was Steve and not a random guy. Especially as he kept quietly stalking up next to you, and after a few times of you jumping in freight, he found his new favourite game for the night; the drinking and the dancing were not his priority with his plans for the night.

Steve even managed to sneak into the bathroom as he overheard you saying to Robin that you were about to go and use it. He hid behind the shower curtain, waiting for you to use the toilet before sliding behind your warm body as you washed your hands, his hands caging around you, forcing your hips into the countertop.

You screamed in fright as his mask hovered close to the shell of your ear. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” he asked, trying to use a low voice to copy the movie.

For a second, you forgot it was Steve, the thumping from your heart showing your anxiety until it all returned to you. Glaring at him in the mirror whilst clutching your chest, you chastised him, “Steve! You scared the fucking shit out of me, stop doing that!”

Steve only laughed at your reaction, loosening his hold around you enough that you could turn in his arms and push up his mask to see his hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead and a broad smile across his handsome face.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you; it’s only me! Anyway, I don’t know why you keep freaking out; you’re the one who wanted me to wear this outfit”.

You were about to continue telling him off when he cut you off with a simple press of his lips against yours, lingering for a second and capturing your breath before pulling away, his lids heavy as he stared at the area where you were both just connected. He always knew how to win you around again, and you instantly found yourself forgiving him for the jump scare.

Gently you shoved his chest before gripping a handful of the black cloak, mumbling, “Asshole, I thought we were supposed to be a team”.

Steve’s gloved fingers tipped your chin so you’re forced to look up at him as he gave you a condescending head tilt. “Aww, you don’t have to be scared of me, Princess. I won’t hurt you. Unless that’s what you want, hmm?” his voice lowered as he pushed his body further against yours, his chest brushing against yours as his face dropped closer. He was so close that you could smell the beer on his breath, and you were entirely ready to fall into whatever he had planned, which, with the look he was giving you, was something naughty.

However, all of your hopes and dreams for having a quick fuck were destroyed as Steve dramatically bellowed, “Maybe I’ll gut you like a fish! Blah”, he began to act out, stabbing your stomach with the retractable plastic knife that was a part of the costume.

A heavy sigh left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, pushing past him as he pretended blood was spurting out of your middle, mimicking actions and being his usual goofy self. Usually, you’d be laughing with him. Still, damn, you were distracted and highly hopeful for the other things you had planned, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t gone through with them, especially as you were only seconds away from sinking to your knees and submitting to him.

The party continued for a few more hours, and Steve was more than ready to leave; having stopped drinking at midnight, he was getting to the end of his social battery. You were, too, so the two of you, thankfully, exited the silent streets hand in hand. You looked significantly different from when you’d arrived; the wig was missing as others had been trying it on, and now, it had disappeared, and the make-up and fake blood had mostly sweated off from your brief stints of dancing.

On the other hand, Steve still looked effortlessly beautiful, with his outfit still looking the same, but you were sure he must have been sweating under the thick, dark material.

Halfway home, your steps were abruptly halted as Steve stopped, patting over his clothes, looking for something, and cursing loudly when he couldn’t find it. “Shit, fuck! I left the keys at the party!”

“What! Steve, I’m not walking back there. Why did you even take them out of your pocket?!” you rub your tired eyes, frustrated and adamant that you wouldn’t walk the small distance back to the party.

Steve gave you an apologetic smile, and his lips pressed together firmly. “I’m sorry, babe, I’ll only be a minute; just wait here.” He turned and began jogging back to the party, around the corner and out of your sight.

Standing in the quiet Halloween night, the chill from the autumnal breeze ran more profound than just your skin as you became instantly unnerved by being on your own as the streetlamp at the end of the street continued to flick on and off. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and keep yourself warm, you quietly whispered to yourself for Steve to hurry up, wanting nothing more than to be in bed with his arms wrapped around you.

“Come on, Stevie”, you pleaded under your breath, the warmth of it fogging in the air in front of your face. Dancing on the spot slightly, you moved your numbing fingers down your sides to slide them into your back pockets to steal some heat, but then they were interrupted by the cool metal of your door keys. “Shit!” you fumed, not remembering that you’d had the keys on you the entire time, and Steve didn’t forget them and had made a wasted trip.

Staring in the direction he’d left again, you internally cursed yourself, knowing that Steve would return pissed off and irritable with you. Deciding that it would probably save some time if you also returned to the party to find Steve, you took a single step back down the street, but a branch crack splintered through the air. Your head twisted toward the noise, but all you could see were twisting, endless shadows that even the occasional flash of the street light couldn’t illuminate.

Taking a deep breath to try and steady the nerves that were tremouring through your body, enough so that you clasped your fingers together to see if that would cease the movements. Maybe you were paranoid, but you could have sworn someone was watching. You wouldn’t even say it was paranoia anymore as you were sure someone was watching because the hairs along your arms and the back of your neck stood on end.

MybMaybe was just some drunken kids from the party or someone in one of the homes that lined the streets looking out of the window to see who was standing on the sidewalk. However, you couldn’t spot any curtains opening or see any drunken person stumbling with their steps.

You weren’t sure what to do; usually, when you felt uncomfortable or frightened, you would be with Steve, and he’d do anything to pull you out of the situation. You could run back to your home, but then you’d be there all by yourself, and then what would happen when Steve left the party to find that you weren’t waiting for him anymore? Maybe you could go back towards the party and meet Steve, but that also meant you’d be walking past the area where the loud noise had come from.

“Is anyone there?!” you shouted in the general direction of the noise, hoping it would draw people's attention or frighten off whoever was there.

“Don’t you watch scary movies? You’re never supposed to shout who’s there”. Out of the shadows creeped Ghostface, his mask down and the plastic knife in his gloved hand at his side.

Thankfully, for once, due to your body being on high alert, you instantly remembered that this was Steve and not a stranger and recognised his voice, which had been challenging to do at the party.

Clutching your chest, you sucked in a greedy breath, “Steve! You fucking scared me. Why the hell would you do that?” Steve didn’t respond. He just casually strolled forward, almost swaggering with his steps, masked head tilted slightly. Trying to calm your pounding heart, you nervously pulled the keys out of your back pocket to show him, I’ve got the keys. I’m sorry, I didn’t even know I had them in my jeans pockets”. You rambled on, the nerves continuing to take over your body as he didn’t say anything, just taking step after step towards you.

The keys in your hand rattled from your shakes, and finally, instinct took over as you took a giant step backwards, away from Steve. Your thoughts were all over the place. This was Steve; you could tell by the height and build, and it had been his voice that had spoken/ However, the way he was walking towards you like he was searching for his prey, his next victim, the thrill of it all gave you the wrong reaction, despite your fear, you were getting turned on by it.

Warmth bloomed in the apples of your cheeks that spread through your chest and deep into your abdomen, nipples pebbling beneath your jumper and rubbing against the inside of your bra. With each step that Steve took forward, you’d take one backwards, a game of cat and mouse ensuring.

A moment of silence passed, the two of you just staring at one another, until he lifted his fake knife and your eyes were drawn to this as he drawled, “Aren’t you going to run, Princess?”

It was an automatic response, the flight or fight intuition kicking in as you immediately ran. You ran like there was an actual killer after you, adrenaline and fear pulsing through your veins that helped keep your instincts on high alert as you ran toward your home. Even though your home wasn’t far away, it still felt like an eternity of running, the muscles straining and chest burning from sucking cold air desperately as you finally collided with your front door.

You’d been unable to hear Steve close behind you, but you didn’t waste any time, fingers trembling as you pressed the key into the lock and turned, rushing inside, slamming the door closed, and flicking the lock.

You waited, listening and waiting for him to bang on the door, but only silence greeted you from outside and the thumping of your terrified heart and heavy breaths in your ear. Steve didn’t turn up; even as you looked through the door's peephole, he still wasn’t there, so you took a few steps away, frowning in confusion.

Then it dawned on you. The back door. The back door, where Steve knew where the keys were hidden in the plant pot.

Spinning quickly, your sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor as you’d intended to run to the back door to check it was still closed, but a prominent dark figure blocked your route. Once again, you knew it was Steve, even from how he was breathing heavily, the outline of his broader form and the faint smell of his aftershave that you could smell now that he was closer.

You weren’t entirely sure how far he wanted to go with this playing around, but you were not going to ruin the moment and willing to see just what Steve had in mind.

Taking a shaky step backwards away from the figure, you lifted your hands, palms up in defeat. “My boyfriend will be home soon, and he’s big; he’ll kick your ass”, your voice wobbled, which was half put on by you but also a little bit truthful with the anticipation.

Ghostface chuckled lowly, his head tilting, and the dominance and lure of the sight had your insides clenching with need.

“Oh, your boyfriend won’t be helping you tonight. No one will”, Steve stated confidently and didn’t give you any warning before he bolted forward. The rush caused you to jump and scream, turning and running in the opposite direction, but it was a useless attempt as his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing forward until you were flush against the wall, his chest hard against your back. You struggled and whimpered in his hold, trying to sound as desperate as possible, but Steve held firm but not enough to hurt.

The mark was next to your ear as he growled, “Now, where do you think you’re going, huh? I thought we could have some fun. What do you say?” You struggled against but mostly so you could grind your ass against his hips, showing him you wanted to keep playing.

However, your lack of words had your boyfriend freezing, the tone of his voice softening as he whispered, “Colour?”

Huffing out a laugh at his concern and momentary slip of the roleplay, you whispered against the wall, “Very fucking green”. You found it endearing that he still ensured you were okay and wanted to continue.

That seemed to be the last of the friendly acts, however, as Steve pushed harder against your body until your cheek was firm against the cool wallpapered wall, the plastic of his mask against the back of your neck. His gloved hands shifted lower over the front of your body, over the mounds of your breasts, your jumper-covered navel and past your hips until he was cupping your jean-covered cunt with a deep moan that rumbled against your back.

It was an automatic response to mewl and rolled your hips into the hold, feeling the pressure from your underwear digging into your clit but needing more. Your noises turned back into whimpers as his fingers quickly snapped over the button of your jeans, and his hand disappeared beneath the material until he was cupping you again, but this time directly to your skin. You pulled your hips away this time, but primarily because of the uncomfortable material; his gloves were cheap synthetic material and were rough against your sensitive, throbbing clit as his palm pressed against it.

Steve chuckled, the tips of his index and middle finger close to your entrance, and for a moment, you were worried he was going to finger you with the rough material; you weren’t sure it would feel nice, but this wasn’t what he was laughing at. “You’re such a desperate little thing aren’t you? I can feel how wet you are through the gloves”.

Your entire body warmed in embarrassment. You should have guessed that he would have felt how turned on you are, especially with how you could feel the slick gathered in your underwear, but you hadn’t considered him feeling it through the gloves.

Ghostface, always the one to tease and humiliate, then did something that had your gasps turning into surprise and shock. The pressure of his glove hand disappeared from between your legs, and from your position, you could see it disappear beneath his mask, where a sucking noise could then be heard as he devoured the juices from the fabric gloves.

“S-St-“ his name was on the tip of your tongue, mostly on instinct to submit to him by moaning his name, but you were also cut off by a deep, gravely groan as the man trapping you against the wall showed you just how much he loved your taste. His hips rolled against your lower back first, thrusting his clothed but painfully hard cock into you, then his hand reappeared from beneath the mask, but this time without the glove as he’d pulled it off with his teeth and dropped onto the floor.

“Why is it you always taste so much better when you’re scared?” he continues to taunt, and you knew it wasn’t a normal reaction, but your pussy clenched so hard that Ghostface had to wait a moment before he was able to push his fingers back into your underwear and his middle and ring finger penetrated your eagerly awaiting hole.

You rose onto your tip toes whilst attempting to back into him to rub yourself against him, but he held you firmly against the wall. His fingers did not waste any time either as they gathered the slick to coat the entire length of his two digits and pumped in and out with a slight curl as he pulled out.

Once more, it was on instinct that your hips were rocking to match his movements, pleasuring pounding into your core as your eyes closed, whimpers slipping from your parted lips that you wouldn’t be able to hold back even if you tried to What’s more the position was adding to the thrill, your hands sprayed and pressed against the cool wall, your cheek aching from the pressure of being pushed forward and the warm body surrounding your entire back with the plastic part of his masks against the back of your head as he rested his temple against you, watching and listening to every little noise that he caused you to make.

Ghostface doesn’t stop pleasuring you, his fingers continuing to pump into you as his palm occasionally pressed firmly against your clit, adding more stimulation. You were a sopping wet mess that could feel that familiar tightening between your legs. Where his fingers curled, and strokes began to harden as your orgasm tingled on the very edge; just one or two more movements and you’d be right there.

But Ghostface knew you were getting to that point, could hear and see how close you were, and he wasn’t having that, not yet anyway, so he swiftly pulled his hand out of your underwear.

“Uh uh, I don’t think so. Did you really think I’d let you cum? Definitely not; where would be the fun in that?” he laughs to emphasise his mocking, making you feel degraded and mind-muddled from needing him to continue pleasuring you but also wanting to push him away so he could stop being so mean.

With your minimal room, you tried to force your elbow into his stomach, but he could already sense your move and began sharply tugging on your hair with his still-wet fingers. His other arm circled your middle, helping with his grip and plan to move you away from the wall. Due to his taller size, he could easily manipulate you to walk in the direction of the kitchen; both of you can only walk without hitting any furniture due to muscle memory and the thin slither of light streaking through the blinds from the blinking street light.

Breath rushed out of you as Ghostface pushed you over your wooden table, your hands and face again pressed against the surface. You were dazed from the fingering, so you didn’t immediately react when he roughly pulled down your jeans and underwear until they were discarded somewhere in the darkness. In actuality, you sighed in relief from having the air breeze over your aching cunt and only responded with your own needs as your hips wiggled enticingly towards the man behind you.

This was rewarded with a sharp smack to your left arse cheek, halting any fuzzy happiness you’d been wrapped in. A leg shifted between your legs, shifting them further apart as the sound of clothes shuffling was heard from behind you as Ghostface began to lift his cloak and bunch it around his hips.

You weren’t able to see him correctly over your shoulder, but your pussy clenched with anticipation, especially as you were only able to see the mask. It still scared you, but knowing it was Steve only made you back up into him until his cock was suddenly being thrust between your arse cheeks.

“Careful now, Princess, don’t want to be stabbed with something now, do we?” Ghostface chuckled right before he slipped his cock, inch after inch, into your pulsing hole. He wasn’t slow; he moved with intent, wanting it to be overwhelming, which is just what you wanted, and automatically, you raised onto your tip toes even whilst leaning over the table.

“Fuck!” you shouted, eyes shutting as all thoughts focused on the fullness you felt between your legs and the desperate need for more.

“Nope, none of that, don’t want the neighbours hearing or your boyfriend, got to keep nice and quiet whilst I fuck whats mines”, Ghostface grunted sharply as the hand that was still gloved now wrapped around your mouth, so you were forced to breathe heavily out of your nose.

On instinct, you gripped his wrist but didn’t pull away and just tried to concentrate on controlling your breaths as his hips began to move in short, quick rotations. In and out, sloppy fast thrusts that had deep warmth radiating from your cunt and down your thighs.

Sweat was gathering over your body from behind, stimulated and so close to Ghostface, who was also like a human radiator with all his clothes layers. You could feel that he had been wearing jeans as they brushed with each thrust against your sensitive thighs, and it only again reminded you that this was Steve as your hips shifted back to meet his.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the pressure increasing again like it had just before you moved away from the hallway wall. You wanted to cum, no, you needed to cum, wanting to soak Ghostface’s jeans with your juices, wanting to be good for the fake murderer and show that you could cum on his cock.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you getting tighter”, Ghostface asked next to your ear, his voice rough and gravely from where he was out of breath.

He momentarily released his cover of your mouth to allow you to speak, “Yes, please!”.

Ghostface wanted to laugh at your polite response, already knowing you were slipping into a submissive headspace from the way you were backing up to meet his thrusts and holding onto his wrist like it was your lifeline. But he wanted to keep the roleplaying going for a little longer, even though he was desperate to hear your sweet orgasmic mewls.

His hand again covered your lips as he tutted, “No, I don’t think so. I’m going to cum first, and then you can cum, but not until I do.”

You cried against his palm, feeling like your breath was stuck in your throat as you tried to control your euphoria, but it was difficult to do that and breathe through your nose.

Dizziness swayed through your mind as you slumped against the table, releasing your hold of his wrist as you needed to try and control yourself. Ghostface noticed the change and would have kissed the back of your head if he didn’t have his mask on, so he finally allowed you some comfort by releasing his hold on your mouth, letting you suck in deep breaths that filled your lungs.

This allowed him to hold onto your hips, holding you still and fucking deeper, his bulbous tip brushing against your cervix and thighs bruising into the edge of the table. Faster and harder, he moved, chasing his orgasm until finally his balls tightened to his body, and his shaft hardened with each spurt of hot seed that began to coat your inner walls.

You could feel it and hear Ghostfaces’ orgasm, and you finally relaxed the mental torture of holding back your orgasm and came with him. Your walls clenched in quick flutters that helped to milk the last drops of Ghostface’s cum before he collapsed over your back, mask resting on your shoulder and hands on either side of your head.

The two of you were breathing heavily, too lost in the moment even to talk before he moved first. Starting with a gasp, Steve pulled off his face, and you could see over your shoulder that his hair was drenched, sticking to his forehead and face gleaming in the small streaks of light.

“Fuck, it was warm in there; they need to make them with a small fan inside or something, holy shit!” Steve sits up slightly but still leaning his hands on either side of your head, and he catches your eye and grins, showing all of his teeth and eyes crinkling in the corners. “As much as I’ve loved this, I’ve missed kissing you” he dipped his face and kissed your cheek, leaving a few drips of his sweat on your skin, but you didn’t care, not when he was looking at you in a way that was making your heart race.

“So that mask, we’re keeping it, right?” you finally speak, voice hoarse as you try to smile over your shoulder at him, feeling his cock softening within you.

“Oh, for sure, you kinky little minx”, he agrees, kissing your cheek again.

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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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prompt 6? high school sweethearts. dylan o brian ofc. could u do it where maybe the reader is also an actress or something and they are both celebrities. maybe add in a scene where they are in an interview where someone asks them ab how they met or soemtjing and idk it ends with smut lol

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Dylan O’Brien x Fem! Actress! Fiancée! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Drew Barrymore is now interviewing you and Dylan || nvm I saw an opportunity and took it, you didn’t make it to the interview || smut warnings include hickies, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, oral, raw sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

“Dylan, we have the interview soon!” You yelled out as you slipped on your dress. You were careful choosing this one out, especially because Drew sent you both a pretty fruit basket and you were insanely excited to talk to her.

“I know!” He yelled out, walking out of the restroom with a towel around his waist and his face cleanly shaven. His hazel eyes were bright as they stared at you smooth the sides of your red dress, the perfect color that suited you amazingly and one he could never look away from. “You look so amazing.”

You paused as you started to put the gold and garnet earrings he got for you as a monthly anniversary present. “Thanks, baby.”

He smiled widely as he walked over, the towel around his waist falling slightly with every step as he came behind you. He was about to press his chest to your back before you glared at him through the mirror.

“If you get this dress wet, we’re going to have problems.” You threaten playfully making him hum as he takes the earring from you and slips it into your ear.

He mumbled, rubbing his hands against your hips after officially securing it on the lobe of your ear. “I’m trying to be romantical here.”

You giggle, ignoring your own words and leaning back into his chest. “There’s ways of being romantical without getting me wet.”

He grinned, his fingers slowly trailing down your thighs. “But making you wet is my specialty, angel cakes.”

You giggled at the nickname, stroking his hair. “Angel cakes? That’s a new one.”

“Got it from our friend MC Mikey,” he grinned at you through the mirror. “Y’know, in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

You giggle, nodding. “I remember. I like it.”

“Do you now?” His hands slipped underneath your red dress, rubbing at your thighs as he hummed against your neck. “What else do you like?”

“I think I liked the blond,” you say, pushing your hands through his now grown out brown hair. “But I do like you clean shaven.”

He smiled, nodding. “Maybe I’ll go blond again for you,” his fingers slowly pulled up your dress, letting you watch him through the mirror as he let his fingers graze your slit up and down slowly. “Whatever you want me to do, angel cakes.”

You groaned as you tilted your head back, humming as his finger softly trailed over your underwear that you wore specifically not to leave any panty-lines on the dress. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, ignoring the slight wetness that settled on your back that would definitely mean that you’d have to change your dress, which was a shame because you really liked it.

“You need to calm down, Dylan,” you whisper, holding back a whimper as he dipped his fingers into your underwear and his mouth sucked against your neck. “D-Don’t leave hickeys, Dylan, I won’t be able to cover them up.”

“You don’t have to,” he mumbled, humming against your skin. “I like it when people can see them.”

You gasped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop him, so you hummed with a slight nod. “Just not too many, alright? And not too dark.”

“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”

You giggled as he pushed his fingers through your wet slit, his mouth wide and sucking against your skin as your hands tightly held his wrists, whimpers falling from your mouth as you leaned back into him, gasping. “Y-You need… you need to change, Dylan.”

“Do I have a red suit to match your dress?”

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s Valentino,” you whisper, whimpering. “K-Kinda like the one Pedro wore for the Met Gala, just with pants.”

He laughed, his mouth sucking on your earlobe. “What if we’re just a little late?”

“No, Dylan, she sent us a fruit basket!”

“Fuck her fruit basket,” he basically growled, groaning as he bucked his hips up into you. “Tell me what you chose me to wear, angel cakes.”

“Th-The red oversized coat… red button down, black Valentino tie and some slacks,” you groaned as his thumb slid over your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers before his mouth pressed to your jaw. “Fuck, Dylan.”

“Who are you imagining wearing that suit, huh baby? Me or Pedro, I know you’ve had a crush on him since Narcos,” he teased you, his tongue peeking out as you groaned. “Me or Pedro, angel cakes?”

You hold his jaw, delicately grazing your teeth over his mole as he groans. “Definitely Pedro.”

You both laughed loudly as he took out his fingers from your panties, a squeal echoing off of the walls from your mouth as he pushed them in between his lips and walked to the walk-in closet. “Are you going to change, baby?!”

“No!” You yelled back, fixing your dress and checking that a wet spot wasn't peeking through. “It’ll dry by the time we get there!”

You put on the gold choker you bought and a gold and diamond bracelet with Dylan’s initials engraved on the nameplate on your wrist, fixing your engagement ring and his rope chain that you had been wearing the past few days. You loved stealing his jewelry, but it’s more like the two of you swapped because as soon as he walked out of the closet dressed like a fucking god with some combat boots on to match Pedro’s, he slipped on a small gold hoop onto the helix of his right ear because of the lack of a needle.

You hummed as you grabbed a stack of hoops from your jewelry box, coming next to him as you kissed his cheek softly, sliding the stack onto the lower area of his helix on his other ear. “I was imagining you, Dylan,” you whisper with a firm tug to his thigh. “I’m always imagining you, baby.”

He smiled at you, holding your cheek with a firm hand and pressing another kiss to your lips. “Well then, we have another thing in common, baby.”

You giggled as he held your hip, guiding you out of the room and down the stairs.

“If your dress isn’t dry by the time we get there, I’ll give you my jacket, okay?”

You hummed, smiling as you both walked out of your home and he helped you into the SUV, quickly sliding into the car and putting his arm around you. “How are we doing on time, angel cakes?”

“We’re running a little late, but not by much. When we get there, we should just have enough time to be fitted with mics and then go on air,” you say, leaning forward to look at your reflection in the rearview mirror. “Dylan! You left, like, a dozen!”

“I left four!” He said, laughing as you started tugging on his jacket. “What, you’re that eager? Mycroft, put up the privacy screen!”

“What? No, no Mycroft, don’t do that!” You yell, your driver laughing as you groan. “I need to cover them up because you’re acting like a fucking vampire and leaving hickies all over me!”

“Here, I’ll give it to you when we get there, alright?” He whispers, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you roll your eyes playfully. “But we still have like fifteen minutes until we get there, angel cakes. Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to use for something else, hm? Repay me for earlier?”

You glared at him, but looked at Mycroft through the mirror. “Will you put the privacy screen up, please Mycroft?”

“Whatever you say, Ms. Y/N.” He reached forward, slowly pushing the button to make the privacy screen go up and a deep sigh left your mouth.

“We have half an hour, maybe more, Dylan,” you say, a smile on your face as you slowly take off your seatbelt. You could feel Mycroft slow down as you kneeled on the seat, slowly unzipping his slacks after unbuttoning them. It didn’t surprise you when his cock immediately bulged through his underwear, a hum leaving your mouth as you licked over the fabric. “Why am I not surprised?”

He groaned loudly, hips bucking as you hushed him softly. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Careful, darling,” you whispered, humming with another soft lick to the growing wet patch on his black briefs. “Our windows might be tinted and the privacy screen might be up, but nothing muffles how loud you’re going to be.”

You giggled as he groaned out, holding the back of your head with a hand covered in golden rings. He hissed as you pulled out his cock, head rolling back as you pumped him slowly just how he liked it, slowly and tightly. Your hand barely went around his girth, your mouth sucking loudly against his pretty tip before licking down the bottom of his shaft.

You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, pulling him farther down your throat as his hand held your butt, rubbing and pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as his fingertips circle the rim of your entrance, warm and clenching around nothing so desperately.

You couldn't even focus on his cock, choking and gagging around his length as he pulled his fingers away and pushed them into his mouth. His other hand held your waist tightly, his mouth kissing against your shoulder as he leaned down and pushed a finger into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head, pumping your hands as he slowly pushed in and out of your cunt.

You pulled away for a second, gasping for air as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, teasingly pushing another into your cunt. You basically mewled as both of his fingers pushed in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm you couldn’t stop thinking about as you relax your jaw and bobbed your head around the tip of his cock, pulling it to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around it.

He groaned loudly against your shoulder, your mouth enclosed around his length as his other hand held the back of your head and pressed kisses to your shoulder. “Just like that baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

You hummed around his length, thighs shaking as he twisted his fingers inside of you and another circled around your cunt, slowly pushing in another finger that made your cunt clench and a loud moan fell from your lips. “Who’s being loud now, hm? Your cunt is clenching more than usual, are you about to cum?”

You whined, humming around his length as you pulled away, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I am, fuck!”

He groaned as his mouth sucked against your shoulder, leaving another hickey in your skin as you pulled his cock into your mouth, a feeling of emptiness settling in the pit of your stomach as he pulled his fingers out of you, his mouth leaving a blaze of warmth wherever he went and a shudder run down your spine as he bucked his hips.

Your eyes rolled back, a loud groan falling from your mouth making him choke and push you down until your mouth was fully enveloping his cock and giving him a chance to come undone underneath you. You hummed as you continued to bob your head, pulling away just enough so that his cum flooded your mouth.

You pulled away, swallowing as he grinned down at you, his cock still hard. “You know damn well that getting me off once does nothing.”

You giggled as you slowly pushed yourself over his cock, humming as you held his shoulders. “I know.”

He smiled as you slowly held his shaft, hissing as you slowly sank onto his cock, your head tilting back as he held your hips. He pressed soft kisses to your jaw, humming as his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, his mouth leaving more heat onto your skin which already felt like it was on fire. “Dy-Dylan, I want to take it off,” you whispered, whining. “Take off my dress.”

He smiled, laughing slightly as he held the hem of your dress. “It’s going to take a minute to put it on again, my darling. Are you sure you want to take it off?”

You whined, rolling your hips as he groaned underneath you. “I-It’s just so hot, it’s so fucking hot.”

“I know baby, but I don’t want you stressed out when we get there,” his fingers held your waist, your hips rolling as he slowly took off his seatbelt. “Do you want me to tell Mycroft to turn up the AC?”

You thought about it for a minute, but shook your head. You always got hot whenever he fucked you, or was about to fuck you, his hips strong as he began to thrust. “N-No, just keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

He hummed into your ear, grunting as he held your hips and his mouth attached to the same hickies he had made earlier. “Remember the first time I had you like this? Fucked you in the backseat whenever that stupid movie was playing in the football field, they were trying to take us back to the 80s or some shit?”

You groaned loudly, his mouth making your mind hazy as you bucked your hips into his. “Yeah, I remember. It had to be like our… What, fourth time having sex? You were so desperate.”

“Who’s desperate now, hm?” He says, leaning back and fixing your legs around his waist and grunting as he positioned your hips a little higher, leaning down to press his wet lips to yours. “I know your body gets all hot when you’re desperate. Like you want to cum. You’re desperate, aren’t you? You want to cum again?”

You whined, nodding. “Y-Yes,” your fingers ran over his clothed chest, your head lulling up and down in a pathetic nod. “I want you to fuck me harder, Dylan.”

“Do you?” He teased, groaning as he leaned forward as he pressed kisses to your lips. “I will, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You laughed, pulling his face into your neck. “You’re still so fucking desperate.”

He laughed, his nose nuzzling into your neck as his hips moved faster, just like you wanted him to. He groaned, his mouth still pushing against the same hickies that he had made earlier, his fingers pushing down to rub firm circles into your clit. His cock was pounding into you making your stomach twist and turn, tightening as your walls would clamp down onto his shaft, his broken moans filling the back seats along with the wet squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin.

“I might be desperate,” he grunted, his mouth quickly finding yours to kiss and push his tongue into your mouth, groaning loudly. “But you’re one fucking worthy person to be desperate for. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, falling in love with you quicker than a bitch could say ‘fuck’.”

You laughed as he pulled you closer, his other hand pushing into your hair to pull you in for another kiss, his teeth grazing your lips that were painted with lipstick and his tongue pushing into your mouth making a loud groan leaving your mouth. That combined with the strong thrusts of his hips, his cock imminently and repeatedly ramming into you made your stomach tighten and your nails dig into his back.

His hips slam into you, a loud groan falling from his lips as he choked against your lips, pulling away to inhale deeply. “F-Fuck, I think I made a mess.”

You hummed, feeling his cum flood into your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair before a soft tap on the privacy screen makes both of you stiffen. “We’re here!”

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the rising and you

(part 1/3)

ARIES RISING: FOREST FIRE

pictured: (Rihanna and Stevie Nicks, Aries Rising)

Individuals born with an Aries rising stand out of a crowd. They typically have exuberant personalities and an easy time drawing friends. They're likely to be quite opinionated and are not the type to keep beating around the bush or react well to passive-aggressive behavior. They love anything that is new and fresh. These individuals are known for being quite go-getters who will not settle. They can be very blunt and to the point which can irritate the softer rising signs, but they prefer to let people know where they stand and hate beating around the bush.

With a Cancer 4th house (if sign interceptions are not present) they can have a strong bond with the family and feel as though they are the family's protector which can make them act out impulsively if they ever feel threatened. Even if they are the youngest sibling, they often become a sort of mother figure to the rest.

Build wise they will appear more masculine, and athletic even if they don’t work out. They really pop in sportswear regardless of build. Red and black colors are flattering and make their features pop. Pointed chins that form into a well-defined square jaw with thick and defined eyebrows. Being the first sign of the zodiac they can also appear quite younger than they are. They may also have a lot of scars or bruises on the face and body.

TAURUS RISING: ROCKS AT A SEA SHORE

pictured: (Fred Rogers and Vivien Leigh, Taurus Rising)

Individuals with a Taurus Rising exude a calm, stable energy that a lot of people crave. They're stubborn, generous individuals who can be very pleasing and practical to speak with. They really enjoy luxury and beauty items and take a lot of time for self-care. They are the types to not really want to involve themselves in drama as they can think of 100 other things they'd rather be doing. They’re never going to say everything you want to hear, they will say what you need to hear. They are strong individuals who can bare the weight of the waves that can crash down on them.

With Leo in the 4th house (if sign interceptions are not at play) it shows they needed a lot of love growing up. Whether that was met or not is ambiguous, but Taurus Rising individuals are either made strong or born strong. They may have great pride for the home and enjoy throwing family get-togethers and cookouts and do it tastefully.

Facial features tend to be very symmetrical with naturally curly hair. They’re built with a well-formed body, average-to-short statures, larger arms, and a strong neck. Thick, curly hair is more likely. Thanks to the Venusian influence, these risings can have softened almost refined features. As to be expected, these risings look great in greens and burnt umbers. They typically care quite a bit about what they look like, so beauty can be a focus.

GEMINI RISING: KALEIDOSCOPE

pictured: (Amy Winehouse and Drew Barrymore, Gemini Rising)

Gemini Rising individuals are bright, vivacious, and expressive individuals. You can usually spot them pretty easily since they love to talk and communicate and use a lot of hand movements. They have keen observation skills and the ability to read people quickly. They are very light-hearted, yet impulsive individuals, who love to give their opinion on anything. They are very strong communicators with a lot of charm. They're very changeable in nature and can change their minds often as they are constantly seeing the world from a new angle due to their curious mind that never stops working.

With Virgo in the 4th house (if sign interceptions are not present) we see organized individuals who strive to help their loved ones improve. They will provide a lot of acts of service to the family and constantly strive for more ways to better assist them. If something goes wrong in the house or family, they can become bogged down on the tiny details and become frustrated. They are very good at organizing as they are able to see all of the little details to help make something perfect.

The eyes are clear and sparkle, especially when they get to talk about something they're passionate about. Broad foreheads and they may appear younger than they are. They typically have slim builds and average to tall heights. The limbs in general are quite long, including the fingers, legs, and neck. VERY expressive facial expressions.

CANCER RISING: SPRING RAIN

pictured: (Selena Gomez and Farrah Fawcett, Cancer Rising)

Individuals with a Cancer ascendant are remembered for heartfelt talks at 3 am, intuitive nature, and innocence they project.

With Libra in the 4th house (if sign interceptions are not present) they will be known for having an aesthetically pleasing house. They may be a bit messy, but it carries a certain charm to it. Venusian in nature, they may make great designers and have a knack for interior designing.

With the parents they may measure a lot of their worth on the approval they get from them. They could have a low tolerance for arguments in the household and have mastered the role of peace keepers.

As with most rising signs, the eyes can be round buckets of depth. People with a Cancer rising typically have rounded features. The hair and skin can be very luminous and carry a healthy glow and plump to it. They pull off silvers, charcoals, and greys like they just walked off a 1940s film set. Women with this rising typically develop femininely quite young and carry a fuller figure.

as always, I am not an astrologer. This is based on my astrology books and online research over the years. This is a very basic assessment of the rising sign, as a LOT of other factors can influence a person's personality.

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Tagged by the sweetest @gracelcdomas and I never miss an opportunity to share my silly little personal facts !

Last picture you saved:

From yesterday when I got to meet a red panda 🥹

Song you associate with your celebrity crush:

Uhh this is hard. Like hozier makes me feel some typa way so any of his songs work in that sense. Wait actually I am in love with drew barrymore rn so I can say sza’s song named after her 😩

Your favourite colour:

💛🐥🫠🌼🍋

Last song you listened to:

Douchebag by chloe lilac (definitely feeling that today everyone besides like one person was rude to me)

Perfect weather for you:

I definitely prefer to be cold rather than hot, but it can’t be raining or humid bc the smallest amount of moisture absolutely ruins my hair. So like a nice clear, chilly day in May when it’s cold enough to wear a jumper and stockings but you’re not gonna freeze ur butt off

Feel free @perennial-dream @novemberrules26 @by-the-lakes @pianochordsandcobblestones @pythoness-at-delphi @heartvirgo and anyone else I can’t think of rn!

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Vertigo

Chapter 5: Come To An End

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[Author's Note] There is depiction of attempted sexual assault/sexual assault. It's not detailed but I've marked the part of the story with ++++++ before and after it, so please do skip it if you will be triggered or feel uncomfortable with it.

People put a lot of pressure on firsts. First birthday, first words, first steps, first time on an airplane, first time riding a bike, first time being on your own, first time driving, first time on a rollercoaster, first concert. They were supposed to be these monumental things that lingers, permeates, and stays in your memories because they matter. Because you can always go back to the first time you did something or had something. First car, first love, first heartbreak, first kiss.

Jimin, like any hopeless romantic, thought his first kiss would mean something. He thought he would get it at the age of 12 after watching Little Manhattan. When that didn’t happen, he thought he would get it at 16, just like all the characters in the shows and movies he watched. When at 25, the boy he thought would give him his first kiss had instead run circles around him and confused him to no end only for said boy to run back to his ex-girlfriend, Jimin he had enough. Even Drew Barrymore’s character in Never Been Kissed got kissed at 25. But when he turned 26, still with virgin lips, Jimin was seething. He didn’t want the perfect kiss anymore. He just wanted to be kissed. Period.

He was, in short, desperate.

The funny thing about life is that sometimes, when you’ve given up, that’s when things start to fall into place. And even though Jimin had given up his fantasy of a kiss that would change him, a first kiss that mattered, his first kiss still mattered and did in fact change him.

Just not in the way he thought he would be changed. Not in the way that he finally found the love of his life. Not in the holding-hands-into-the-sunset-until-the-credits-rolled. Not in the everything-makes-sense-now. But in the way that he had let himself do things he wouldn’t normally do like dye his hair blonde. Or get piercings, two on each of his ears, and contemplating on getting a fifth one.

It’s like the experience, although mostly unconscious and rushed, had opened a gate for him. If he can kiss strangers, he can do almost anything. And he wants to know how far he can go. That’s why on a bright, sunny, afternoon he’s sitting in a tattoo parlor with Taehyung who doesn’t even plan on getting a tattoo. The same way he didn’t plan on getting piercings but happily accompanied Jimin anyways. He even helped Jimin pick out his earrings after and it was a unanimous decision that the silver ones looked best. But not in the same way that he had told Jimin he was just coming with him to the salon only to find him later strapped to a chair, impulsively coloring his hair a solid red. It suited him though.

They were talking noisily in the small waiting room that smelled like a spa which, Jimin supposes and tells Taehyung, is meant to calm you down either as the person getting the tattoo, or the person waiting, hearing the buzzing of the gun from behind the light purple curtain. The place was mostly white, with a light wood accents on the reception table and waiting chairs. There were a few framed photos of tattoo artist’s work. All different styles from delicate strokes of flowers to hardcore big ones like a lion that looked like it was going to jump from the skin it was tattooed on. It wasn’t what Jimin had expected a tattoo parlor would look like as the movies showed it but Taehyung supplies that it’s probably because Jimin was too excited and couldn’t wait until nighttime to get his tattoo. It might have looked different in the night.

“There’s those neon light on the ceilings, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung points upwards and Jimin’s gaze follows.

“You’re right, it probably looks different in the night.” Jimin says just as the buzzing of the gun stopped. They hear a muffled conversation and some movement behind the curtain. Then it swings open to show the artist, pulling out his gloves and typing something on the tablet that was left on the reception table. His presence makes Jimin and Taehyung stop talking. The artist looked like an Adonis. He had broad shoulders and a small waist, wearing a black tanktop that showed off his muscular arms with one arm completed covered in tattoos. Jimin wants to say he’s staring because he’s fascinated by all the art of his arm but there were other things too like his chest that was well sculpted. He was playing with his lip ring as he typed away on the tablet with furrowed brows that were framed by his mullet.

They’ve probably already committed a crime by staring too long but the artist seems unfazed. Their gazes only leave him when the client comes out as well, which only emphasized how god-like the artist was. The client looked like he worked an office job. He was tall and lanky with sharp features. He wore a jacket over his plain shirt and had on slacks so Jimin couldn’t tell where he put his tattoo which is perfect. Jimin also doesn’t want his first tattoo to be easily seen. Maybe his third one. He’ll make it more visible. But for this first one, it’s just for him.

The man pays for the service and then bows. Once he’s walked out and whatever the artist was typing away in the tablet was done, he looks at both Jimin and Taehyung, which startles them both because he’s eyes looked like it held galaxies.

“Which one of you is Park Jimin?”

Jimin raises his hand as Taehyung points at him.

The artist nods and says, “I’m Jungkook. I’ll be your tattoo artist for today. First time?”

Jimin nods.

Jungkook presses things on his tablet again and then lifts it up to show Jimin the design he had sent when he booked this session.

“It’s this one right? Do you already know where you want it?”

“Uhm…” Jimin touches the area where his ribs are, “...here.”

Jungkook nods. Their interaction is so tense and Jimin doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s the lack of words coming from Jungkook or all the excitement Jimin had felt suddenly turned into fear. Regardless, he was shaking his leg up and down now and wonders if it’s too late to back out.

“I’ll just prepare the set-up and I’ll call you in.” Jungkook calls Jimin and then turns to Taheyung, “You can stay inside and watch if you like.” Then, he walks behind the curtain.

Taehyung beams and then whispers to Jimin, “I wonder what he looks like at night.” Jimin nudges him with his elbow and scowls.

He loudly whispers, “Behave.” To which Taheyung mouths, “He’s hot.”

Jimin mouths back, “I know.”

“Jimin-ssi, you can come in now.”

“And me right?” Taehyung asks as he stands. Jungkook nods.

When they’re all behind the curtain, Jimin sees a black lounging chair and a stool with wheels, which is probably where Jungkook stays. There’s another chair the back corner where Taehyung, without being told, moves to sit down, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Your shirt.” Jungkook says.

“My shirt?” Jimin asks.

“Take it off.”

“Why?”

Jungkook furrows his brows.

“Ah yeah, for the ta-” Jimin mumbles as he takes his shirt off, “ta-tattoo. Right. Yes.” He hears Taehyung snicker and he shoots daggers at him with his eyes but it doesn’t stop him. He just covers his face. Jimin rolls his eyes and moves to lie down of the lounging chair. He feels very vulnerable being topless in front of a very beautiful man who reaches out and touches the area beneath his chest which sends instant goosebumps on his skin.

“Here, right?”

“Yes…” Jimin says but it comes out as a whisper.

“Okay, “ Jungkook takes his hand off Jimin and tinkers around with his tools, wearing a new pair of gloves. He seats himself on the stool and then says, “Let me know if it gets too painful. We can take breaks, especially since this one’s big.”

“That’s what he said,” Taehyung says and Jimin whines.

“Tae, you’re staying outside!” Jimin says as he sits up and throws his hands at the direction of the waiting room.

“No! I promise! That was the last!”

“Are you guys together?” Jungkook asks.

“NO!” They say it at the same time and a bit too loud, eyes both blown wide.

Jungkook simply nods, looking from Taehyung to Jimin.

“Okay, well let me know if you’re ready to start.”

“I’m ready.” Jimin says as he settles himself again on the lounge chair.

It comes as a shock to everyone that Jimin didn’t ask for any breaks even though Jungkook kept asking him every now and then. Jimin, surprising himself as well, finds that the pain is tolerable. He can feel it and he knows a needle with ink is being punctured into his skin, but he doesn’t mind. Maybe it was the spa smell helping him along. Or that the buzz somehow lulls him and makes him empty his mind. The only time they had to pause was so that Jimin could change positions to lie on his side so that Jungkook could finish the rest of the tattoo that climbed up on to the side of his ribs.

When he was done and patched up, Jungkook told him that it was weird that he hadn’t taken any breaks.

“You know the ribs are the most painful part right?”

“Yeah,” Jimin shrugs. “I did some research on it but I really wanted it there.”

Jungkook nods. Jimin’s starting to get used to his silence. It was unnerving at first but it’s probably more because he looked too pretty ot be real. Now, it just feels calming. Like he’s always contemplating about things. Absorbing things. After a beat, he nods towards the full length mirror.

“Go check it out.”

Jimin stands and he can already see it from afar. The words etched on his skin. He breaks out into a wide smile.

“I love it.” He touches the areas around it. His skin still a little red.

“You have a very high pain tolerance.” Jungkook comments without looking at him. He’s removing his gloves and fixing his set-up, closing the ink jars he had used and wiping down some of his equipment.

“Thanks, I guess?” Jimin says to Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror.

Taehyung slides up next to him and says, “But a very low tolerance for alcohol. Am I right?”

“Shut up!” But Jimin’s smiling.

“It really looks good, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung admires, holding Jimin’s shirt out to him.

“Do you plan on getting more, Jimin-ssi?” Jungkook asks, watching their reflections in the mirror. Jimin turns to him and catches the way Jungkook looks at Jimin up and down. Maybe wondering where else Jimin would put a tattoo.

“Yeah…but not anytime soon. I want to uhm…enjoy this one first?”

Jungkook nods and locks his eyes with him. He crosses his arm and leans his hip on the table.

“Well, I hope you won’t let anyone else do your tattoos.”

“I won’t.”

꩜꩜꩜

Everybody thinks that Yoongi’s first heartbreak was Chaeyoung.

The truth is Yoongi’s first heartbreak was his father. Ripping up his music sheets.

He wasn’t even mad at Yoongi. It was spur of the moment, something he could grab hold to when he was once again arguing with Yoongi’s mother. Yoongi was too young to know that it wasn’t his fault. That their difference, the gaping hole that came between them, was something that existed even before Yoongi came. He was just collateral damage. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

But when you’re blinded by anger, whatever even triggered you doesn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Yoongi didn’t even choose to do piano lessons. It wasn’t his intention to like the hobby his mother put him in. It wasn’t his fault he had fell in love with the way he could create something out of nothing by just pressing the right combination of keys.

It was the first time that it was hammered into his soft heart that love hurt.

But it wouldn’t be the last. And sometimes when you’ve been hurt once, it’s a lot harder to recover from being hurt again. So even though everyone assumes Yoongi has moved on because he’s no longer downing alcohol like water or spending nights out with strangers, or lashing out at any chance he gets or disappearing for months, doesn’t mean the pain has subsided. Doesn’t mean he isn’t forever changed by it.

It comes for him at random times nowadays. It comes in waves, drowning him and he feels like he can’t breathe. Nothing really triggers it. He actually thinks it comes when he least expects it, when he’s too happy, or too calm, when his mind has enough time to slow down and process things. Then his chest would hurt and everything comes back to him all at once: the guilt, the anger, the betrayal.

The worst part is that the farther the gaps between these moments, the more painful it became because he would think he would be fine already. He thinks it’s never gonna happen again but when it does, he’s not ready for it. He doesn’t know anymore how he got over the last one. He doesn’t know when it will end. And all feels new again. A fresh wound he has to tend to for god knows how long.

Right now, he’s having one of those moments as he’s in the middle of mixing another love song. He pushes himself off his chair and storms out to his garage. Trying to calm his breathing but he knows it won’t work. It always goes away on it’s own and never when Yoongi yields it to. He climbs on his motorcycle and wears his helmet. He starts the engine and he just goes. He rides in any direction, the wind and the helmet muffling the city’s sounds. Rides until his muscles feel sore and his mind blanks out again. Until he can breathe again.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been going at it. The night seems to extend endlessly, letting him run away for awhile.

He stops somewhere in Gangnam where the nightlife fades out the stars in the sky. He breathes through his nose and takes off his helmet. He’s still straddling his motorcycle, one foot on the ground and the other still on top of the gas. He could hear chatter and music all around him as if it wasn’t the dead of the night. He simply people watches for awhile as he feels out his arms and legs.

When he’s about to put back his helmet and start the engine again he hears a little shouting from somewhere between the buildings. He furrows his brows and can hear someone screaming for someone to stop. Yoongi looks around him if anyone else hears but everyone is just milling around, laughing even as they stumbled from clubs to the next open establishment.

But there it is again. It almost sounds like they’re struggling.

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He doesn’t know what makes him do it but he parks his motorcycle and follows the sound. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting but whatever it was, it would be better than the scene in front of him.

Park Jimin was almost half naked. The man, so much larger than Jimin with an uneven shaved head, had him pressed up against wall. Jimin’s shirt was ripped and his pants pooled down to his ankles. Jimin was wailing at this point, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

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And Yoongi…Yoongi saw red. There wasn’t any blood now but he was about to go seek it.

His mind, as he wanted, does go blank and he pulls the man to punch him. The surprised look on the man’s face only fueled Yoongi’s anger and he didn’t stop. He kept punching his face until he started to bleed. The man must’ve recovered from his initial shock because then he pushed back but Yoongi leaned into his anger, grabbed everything single thing that ever frustrated him and disappointed him, threw into his punches.

The man probably thought it wasn’t worth his time and he was already bleeding from a cut on his brow that was starting to trickle on to this eyes. He scurries away as he still tries to say some insult about Jimin not in being worth it. Yoongi would have ran after him and strangled him if not for Jimin sniffling from where he stood, frozen, still.

He looked vaguely at the space in front of him. His clothes still in a disarray.

Yoongi slowly comes up to him. He doesn’t know where to start but he’s scared to touch him. So he softly asks if he can help with his clothes. Jimin doesn’t respond. Just stares blankly ahead.

Yoongi shifts his weight on his legs. He has to cover him up now but he understands that if he does anything too fast, Jimin might flinch and he doesn’t want to see that.

“I’m going to pull your pants up okay?” He says it like Jimin’s four years old and he’s only teaching him how to wear clothes.

Jimin finally nods and stares down. His tears start to fall. The droplets mark the ground. He meets Yoongi’s hands when it comes up around his waist but doesn’t do anything. Just lightly touches him. So Yoongi proceeds to button him up.

They don’t look at each other as Yoongi shrugs out of his bomber jacket and slowly lifts Jimin’s arms to put it through the sleeves. He zips him up all the way to his neck, holding both of his arms. Jimin silently cries all throughout. When Yoongi was about to release him, sliding his hands down his arm, Jimin catches his left hand with his right.

It might be because he was coming off the high of his anger but he feels a small electricity between their clasped hands, like blood is rushing everywhere. He looks at their hands, watches as Jimin clutches him tighter, and Yoongi understands that he doesn’t want to be alone.

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meganfoxrocksmyworld · 6 months

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Reasons I love Megan Denise Fox.

Because after everything that happened to her, she's still the exact same person she was 10 years ago. Weird, honest, eloquent, and hilarious.

#Megan Fox #Colson baker #MGK #Pretty Boys Are Poisonous #INTERESTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#mfoxgif #meganfoxedit #megan fox gifs #megan fox edit #mfoxedit #interview #Drew Barrymore Show #red hair #8MB #Megan Fox Rocks My World Gifs #Reasons I love Megan Denise Fox

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rainbowskittle · 1 year

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Margot Robbie keeps saying she wants live action Harley and Ivy (I agreee!) so brb gonna dye my hair red again and take up the challenge haha. Kidding but I wish but tbh I’m more Harley then Ivy. No green thumb here.. but thought share my top picks. These just few I can think of top of my mind.. but in all seriousness please do this Hollywood!

Holland Roden

Blake Lively

Drew Barrymore ( 🤫 she’s already did it in 90s)

Gillian Anderson

Kate Walsh

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internatlvelvet · 2 months

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drew barrymore photographed by mario sorrenti, 1996

#1996 #tattoos #drew barrymore 1990s #drew barrymore #1990s #photographer: mario sorrenti #black hair #drew black hair #red #drew barrymore red #green #drew barrymore green #butterfly tattoo #drew’s tattoos

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jess-emurphy · 1 year

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Me and my friend Eden sat for an hour watching the Scream 6 trailer in slow motion, discussing every little detail and how we think the plot will go in the movie. One person asked for this so that gives me an excuse to post this now.

So here's what we found out from the trailer:

Samara Weaving is most likely a Drew Barrymore type, where Casey Becker had that cold opening in the first Scream. Probably the same here for Samara in that alleyway. Me and friend actually do a thing before the trailer where we guess the killers. I guessed her, but when I realised who it was, I quickly changed my answer because Samara Weaving is a Scream queen. She's likely dying first to subvert expectations.

There are at minimum, two ghostfaces running around. We gave them two names. Smooth Ghostface and Crusty Ghostface. Smooth Ghostface has a mask mostly likely bought from a costume store. We have a theory about these two actually.

Crusty Ghostface has the mask that likely belonged to Billy and Stu, its probably a reference to the new Halloween movies. It's likely Sam finds the mask belonging to them and then it goes missing or she just finds it in that Shrine room. Either way Mr Crusty Ghostface gets the mask back.

We have three theories about the Ghostface killers in this movie.

1: There's two of them like usual, but they aren't working together. Crusty Ghostface is the one with the shrine. They don't know each other.

2: There's three. Two of them are working together, probably trying to do what Billy and Stu did where one does the killings and the other one does the phone calls. This is Crusty Ghostface. We see Gale's boy toy is attacked when she's on the phone.

We think Smooth Ghostface is just an asshole trying to fuck with the characters from the last movie in either of these scenarios. When we see him in the trailer he isn't seen to be too threatening except when he scares Mindy on the subway. Crusty Ghostface is the one that's doing all the work.

3: It's a cult of Ghostface fans. We think that there may be a Billy type scene where someone fakes their death and then is okay.

Okay so I actually worked how one complete scene will go by being an autistic freak who stared at the curtains. Okay so in the trailer we see Mindy in a bathroom and there's a dead man in a bathtub. That's Tony Revolori, same facial hair and he has long hair. Mindy is wearing a sort of yellowish shirt with blood on it. We also see in the trailer a red haired girl in bed who looks up, sort of startled by something. And then in another trailer scene Mindy is crossing a bridged ladder that Chad put across for her. Someone's behind her. Later on we see Ghostface at a window with that same ladder, presumably going to push (would be fucking funny if he started crawling across too though).

This is all in the same scene because in the red head's bedroom, she has the same curtains that is seen where Ghostface is at the window with the ladder. There's also blood behind him so it's likely she gets killed as Mindy is crossing.

In the shrine scene, we see different outfits from past movies. Jill's, Ms Loomis' jacket, Billy's White shirt, I think Casey Becker's shirt (?) And Tatum's outfit. We also noticed some sort of police sketch or something I don't know what it was. It was an odd drawing of the ghostface mask and then someone's face next to it.

We believe if it's a cult, they're likely going to go for six because. You know. It's movie 6. Very funny. Anyway, if it is a cult they'll most likely use the outfits from the previous Ghostfaces'. There's a part in the trailer where Tara and Sam are back to back, hinting that there is totally more than one in that scene.

The shrine room is a theatre. It has the backstage area that the tech use. We also see the upper level. There's that scene where Sam is standing in front of a screen and there's a projector playing a recording. Same screen is in the shrine room.

Not plot related but I think Gale gets a boy toy or something because that man in the picture looked a lot younger than her. Sugar Mummy Gale era???? Anyway we see he gets snatched.

The older gentleman in the trailer is a cop according to the cast list online. I think the scene where he's at the mannequins with the old costumes will be a sort of scene where Ghostface is hiding amongst them (insert among us joke here).

Okay now onto who we believe Ghostface is.

We think the actor Jack Champion, who is playing Evan, is one. My theory is, if it turns out there's a "not killer" Ghostface that's just fucking with the other characters, it's him. He's seen to be hanging around Mindy and Chad who are at the same university, maybe a college friend. Even if there isn't a "not killer" Ghostface, he's totally a Ghostface. Ede and I are sure of it.

The other one we think is Josh Segarra. Not sure who his character is going to be exactly, but he's hanging around the group a lot. I think for sure, no matter which one of our three Ghostface theories it is, these two are in it.

Now if it's the cult, it's everyone except the cast from the last movie. Yes, even Kirby. She's sort of the one that's thrown a wrench into our theories because we don't know what the hell they're going to do with her. I think there's a possibility of characters faking their deaths.

The cult idea I think is fun but considering they said this movie is their most bloody yet it's unlikely.

Also I joked when we watched the trailer that Ghostface is being Jokerfied. We live in a scary movie Joker era.

There's a scene in the trailer where Chad is fighting Ghostface in I think the theatre? Its either that or it looked like some sort of fratboy house.

Also the part where Tara is hanging from something is the theatre/shrine room.

Anyway this movie looks fucking ridiculous. They gave Crusty Ghostface a shotgun that's so funny. Me and Eden couldn't stop laughing at how stupid that shop keeper was for trying to block him with his gun instead of shooting him again.

I don't care ever if a Scream movie might be bad they're always entertaining as fuck at least. Last year me and Eden watched it in a totally legally way and the texts Ghostface was sending was in French so I had to translate it with the very little French I knew.

Good times.

Also to clear up why we do not think Stu will come back. I know it's a popular fan theory.

Matthew Lillard wouldn't. He was not happy with Neve Campbell's treatment. It just isn't happening.

#we're watching it totally legally again this year #scream #scream 6 #ghostface #tara carpenter #gale weathers #sam carpenter #kirby reed

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