#i look just as good in a skirt and corset as i do in jeans and a masc sweater or board shorts and a masc tank top

[brilium]

❥ K I N K T O B E R 2 0 2 3

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❥ DAY 23. Costumes! with Eren Jaeger

Summary. Jean is throwing a halloween party that you and your best friend Eren are planning to go, but things seem to take other way when Eren helps you to tie up the corset for your pirate costume and you tease him for only buying a not so simple Ghost Face mask.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, vaginal sex, overstimulation, choking, small degrading, fingering, thigh (knee?) riding, dacryphilia, breeding. No proof read, might edit later.

Word count. 2,745

MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!

“Eren— Fuck! B–Be more gentle!” You say in a strangled whine as you try to hold the bath counter with a strong grip.

“I–I’m trying but—” He sighs, biting his lip as the veins on his arms start to pump up thanks to how hard he’s holding while the other holds your stomach firmly to keep you straight. “K–Keep like that for me, ‘kay? I’m almost done with you.” He groans, using all his strength to not let you escape the painful air in your lungs.

You nod, struggling to breath as you shut your eyes hardly while he finishes behind you and you finally let your chest release all the suffering.

“It 's done. The damn corset is tied up, is that okay?” 

Eren steps backwards a bit to let you see your reflection on the mirror and see the finished look of your pirate costume. You smile widely, looking at every angle of how well the corset fits you and you turn at him making small jumps on your spot.

“Absolutely! What do you think? Am I a intimidant pirate?”

Eren looks up after massaging his sore forearms, finding the front view of all his work tying the corset behind you: Your breasts look so fucking good pressed against each other and sneaking out slightly through the collar of your buttoned white shirt, and he’s not letting slip how also your skirt lifted a little, again, thanks to the hold of the corset.

He uses all his strength to not jump over you and rip all your clothes to only leave you in that corset to fuck you like a beast and just nods biting his lip as his eyes try to focus on the bath wall behind you.

“Eren! Look at me in the eyes and tell me if my costume is good! C’mon, I didn’t want to spend a fortune on a costume for only one night” You hit his arm playfully, and he snorted softly, looking everywhere but at you.

“Oh, you say that now? After how you joked about me by just coming with a Ghost Face mask?” He teases, walking out of the bathroom and lying in your bed and distracting his brain with all the lines on the ceiling to not let his hard crotch keep growing.

“At least you’ve could came with that kind of robe that he uses” You say, giggling as you sit beside him and play with the loose hairs on his forehead.

“Yeah, when I asked my mom if she could lend me one of her dresses for a party at Jean’s house you should've seen how her eyes almost went white.”

You laugh audibly, sending shivers through your best friend’s spine, 

Eren's plan was just to take a few drinks in your apartment before driving you both to Jean’s halloween party. That was the plan until he arrived and the first thing that you said was “Can you help me to tie up my corset?”

His brain is fully trying to focus on your words, on your talk about how your week went or something about a grumpy lady on the market. But his body acts against his will when his hand flies to your nap and brings your face down for a kiss.

You whimper at the contact of his lips, staying still at the first contact, but slowly melting into his lips as he starts to suck on your lips with a softness that makes you sigh against his lisp when you start to move yours.

Eren is ruining the gloss that you carefully applied on your lips while his hand on your nap makes a mess on your hair that you spend hours to let it dry and comb it to look nice. His heavy sighs and cologne are also having and effect on your body that is going to ruin all yourself if you let him keep going.

“Eren—” He shakes his head when you pull back, pushing your head down again to slam his lips on yours, making you whine softly against his lips even if you’re enjoying his taste. “Eren!”

You pull back with more strength, trying to straight above him while you support your hands on his chest to look at him all blushed and with dilated pupils.

Fuck, he looks hot. So damn hot.

But he’s your best friend.

“We should stop, Eren” You say, breathless and feeling your heart sink in your chest as you can’t look away from him, even if your phone is ringing on your nightstand. “We’re best friends, I— I’ll can’t see you the same if we keep going.”

Eren shrugs, not breaking the contact on your nap and starting to caress your neck with his fingers, sending tickles along your spine.

“Won't you see me the same way?” You nod, trembling above him. He thinks about it a little and sighs, looking up at the pillows and extending his arm to grab his mask, resting near to them. “And if I cover my face?”

You frown, looking at him with confusement. He surprised you by moving his hands to your waist and push you to the bed to lie on your back while he gets on his knees above you, straddling above you with his knees on the sides of your thighs and lifts his shirt above his head to take it off and show you his toned chest.

You swallow your saliva, feeling how your heartbeat starts to fasten while you see how his pectorals go up and down heavily.

“Fuck— Your tits look so much better with this position. I hope that this shit will let me keep seeing you clearly.” Eren groans while he puts on the mask to just let you see the iconic face of Ghost Face but with the difference that his body is the muscular body of Eren that you’ve seen a lot of times.

Especially, the detail that can’t let you forget who it is is his necklace. He never takes off  that necklace of a key that he never takes off, even if his father who he hates gave it to him.

But God, he looks so good like that.

Your core starts to get more soaked picturing the image of his necklace dangling above your face as he pounds on you.

Eren bends over you putting his hands on the sides of your head to look at you face to face— Or well, mask. You can hear his hard breathing through the plastic of the mask, but you're unsure of why only being able to look at that weird face makes you hornier.

“Is this better?” His voice sounds deeper through the echo, hypnotizing you with every word.

You nod desperately, bringing your hands to his chest to caress it up and down, passing softly the tip of your nails along his skin and receiving a sweet groan from him when you scratch it softly near to his hip bone.

“Can I be a little rougher?”

You nod, holding firmly his hips with your nails as his hands start to travel from your neck to your shoulders and resting on your breasts, giving them small squeezes. 

Fuck Jean’s party, you can even let Eren rip your mattress in half if it means to keep hearing his deep voice asking how much can he ruin you.

He makes you jump slightly on your spot when he grabs the sides of your white shirt and pulls at opposite sides to rip in in two halves that he tosses to the floor. You whine in response, looking down at the small pieces that remain on your chest that barely cover your clothes breasts with your bra.

Eren’s hands slide down to your back, giving you chills as his hands unclip your bra and you let him slide it along your arms to take it off and throw it somewhere.

“You shouldn't have helped me to put on the corset if you were planning to have me naked.” You smirk, trying to hold your moans when his hands go to your bare breasts and make you sigh in pleasure at the sensation of his cold rings against your skin.

“Oh no, Dear.” Eren smirks, moving a little his knee to be between your legs and rub it against your clothed cunt, breaking your hold to make you whimper as he keeps going, “The only thing staying in you is that fucking corset.”

Eren laughs softly when you start to bring your hips back and forth against his knee for more, moaning softly as he stops squeezing one of your tits to move it along your thigh and rub your skin up and down, enjoying how you squirm harder every time that his cold rings touch a little too close to your core.

“So whiny, so needy.” Eren groans, rubbing his knee harder against your folds, opening them slightly under the underwear and feeling the start of his thigh rubbing on your clit so softly but perfectly. “It could be that it turns you on so bad to be touched by a masked man? Fuck— You’re so horny that you’re even going to make a mess on my jeans and I’ve barely touched you.”

You bite your hand to hold your moan when his leg finds the right peace, making your body tremble as you squeeze your breast between your fingers as he keeps going.

“Mo–More— Please, Eren. More, ruin me more.”

Eren snorts behind the mask, bending closer and rubbing harder against you, getting your moans louder inside the four walls of your bedroom. He lets go of your breast to hold your jaw firmly to make you look at his masked face as he leans his head to the side looking at your blushed face.

“Yeah? Do you want me to be rude?” His voice is husky, you can notice how needy is also him.

“Yes—! Fuck, yes!” You plea, rubbing harder your core against him as you start to ride the warmth of your pleasure about to explode. “M–More!”

He laughs deeply before moving his hand to your neck and squeezes it with a strength that still lets you breathe with struggle as he moves back and forth against you until your hips get messier against him.

You’ve tried choking before, but never has turned you on as hard as this time, Eren’s necklace swings side to side while he keeps moving between your legs until your tears start to sneak out from the bordered of your eyes as your view gets blurrier between the water and his strong hold on your throat.

“You’re about cum, slut. I can feel it in the fucking mess that you’re making in my knee. Fuck—” Eren groans, breathing heavy while your moans fill his ears “Cum, cum like a good slut for me!”

You start to struggle to breathe as the orgasm hits you, letting out strangled moans as you sob his name while your hips shake and rub against him when you feel your folds creaming over your underwear and trespassing to his jeans.

You tremble and shake, still moving your hips against him to ride the orgasm as long as you can while his hold on your neck softens as he watches you trying to calm with your lips half opened and how your tits tremble softly as you breathe heavily.

Eren lets go of your neck to let you relax while you try to regain composure while he takes off his jeans standing at the edge of the bed. He waits for you to calm and surprise you again by holding your hips and pulling you closer to him.

You giggle when he pulls you, feeling like a doll every time that he moves you as he wants, but your laugh stops as soon as you see him naked in front of you and only wearing his mask.

Ok, now you understand a bit why he is so insistent on keeping on the corset.

Feeling like he just read your mind, he pulls down your skirt along with your underwear and tosses it to the floor. He grabs the behind of your knees to lift them and put your ankles on his shoulders.

You’re so exposed that it makes your cunt drip in need, even if there’s still one piece of cloth on your body it feels like you’re fully naked. 

“You look so hot.” His hand stops holding your ankle to rub two of his fingers up and down along your wet folds and makes you moan softly as you soak around his fingers. “Fuck— I’ve could tried everything, everything, just to not let anyone at that party see how hot you look with that corset.”

Your hips tremble everytime that his fingers tease you by pushing the half inside and pulling out to spread your fluids around your folds and clit. You want him, you want more than only his fingers.

“Eren… Just fuck me, please—” You moan loudly when his fingers get fully inside without resistance, clenching around him immediately and making you squirm on the bed, trying to hold the sheets between your fists.

“Should I?” His fingers curl, touching your sweet spot and making you roll your eyes, but you hold your insides to not let the orgasm hit you until you feel that aching cock filling you. “Why should I risk the image that my best friend has of me? Is it worth the risk?”

You hate him, you hate him so bad. As bad as you need him.

“Eren! Please, I was stupid, just fuck me, please!” You cry, feeling his fingers fasten his peace and the knot of your orgasm getting softer.

Eren pulls out his fingers and hits you insides with his cock with one stroke that fills you with barely pain due to your dripping walls. He feels so good inside: so hard and thick that your eyes start to tear up again.

He holds your legs on his shoulders with his hands to keep you all spreaded as he pounds fiercely inside you until his tip again finds the spongy spot that makes you squeeze him harder and starts to slam against it in a non-stop peace.

Your vision goes blurry, but you’re still able to see his mask glaring at you and turns your moans louder at the view of his necklace doing the opposite to what you expected, his almost glued to his chest with his sweat and it feels so much better than what you imagined.

For Eren, the view of your tits bouncing above the corset is gorgeous, they look so soft and bouncy, he would suck them until they’re all bruised if it wasn’t for his mask.

You both start to moan louder as the orgasm gets near, and you can’t keep holding when your cunt squeezes around his length with the second sweet orgasm that covers all your body as you cover him with your fluids. Eren keeps pounding with struggle through your strong grip on his cock, but at the same time helps him to ride his orgasm with your pussy milking him with every thrust and loud groans.

Eren keeps hitting a few times as his cum fills your cunt until  it’s dripping on the sides of his base and he pulls back slowly to let all his weight fall over you, making you cough and hit his sweaty shoulder.

You’re both sticky with sweat and cum, but comfortable.

“You’re too heavy.” You protest, pinching his arm.

“You’re too noisy.” He snorts, taking off his mask and throwing it to the floor to look up at you.

His forehead is sweaty and his hairs are glued to his face, the view makes you laugh softly as you clean him with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, clean it. I’m all sweaty on the forehead because someone was saying that ‘She couldn’t look at me the same’” He makes a lame high pitched imitation of your voice and you blush, hitting his forehead softly.

“Shut up! I’m also almost dying of asphyxia with how tight you tied this corset.”

“But your tits are so soft and squishy, just like a pillow” He says, rubbing his cheek on your breasts and making you laugh.

But, still, you both enjoy the moment.

Maybe trying to turning things a little different might be good.

@softlilpeachxx

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[desolationtimstoker]

gerry keay (classic flavor):

skinny. not in a way most people notice off the bat, because he's quite tall and very good at looking big, but leitner hunting burns a lot of calories and he's been chronically underfed for most of his life

eye tattoos on each of his joints, placed there by supernatural means as a protective ward against other powers

his hair always looks like shit for several reasons, including but not limited to:

- he doesn't like to dye it when his mother is around, both because of the vulnerability of the position and because he doesn't like to be Perceived by her while doing anything he actually. ya know. enjoys. this means that it has a lot of time to fade and his roots grow out.

- if she's around too often for a stretch of time, he has to find a local business he hasn't already been banned from and rinse it out in one of their sinks. this leaves it looking understandably patchy and rushed.

- the dye he uses is cheap as hell -- having his own money is an occasional luxury which cannot be taken for granted.

- he just. generally doesn't take care of himself and his hair suffers overall as a result. he doesn't shower often enough and when he does he uses precisely one (1) type of soap. and it's like. if they have irish springs bar soaps in england then it's that and if they don't then it's the closest equivalent.

he isn't actually like. goth. as we would think of it.

black clothes don't show bloodstains and they made him feel safe edgy and dangerous as a teenager.

we're talking thrift store jeans purchased when he was 16 an never replaced. maybe some band tees. boots for marching into a den of hunt avatars.

the leather jacket is also secondhand and while yes he does feel very badass and cool in it it's also a practical piece. good for fighting. especially when the people you're fighting might have claws or want to set you on fire.

sewing needle piercings with visible scarring around them.

he just generally looks. kinda sick all the time? again, not something that usually registers because he's also good at being intimidating but if you're looking for it there's all kinds of evidence of chronic sleep deprivation and malnutrition. he looks unhealthy, concerning.

gerry keay (tmagp):

goth. like, real goth. like buying from thrift stores still but more often and having fun with it now.

we're talking fishnets. we're talking eyeliner. we're talking black lipstick. we're talking absurd and impractical jewelry. we're talking dabbles in lacy skirts and definitely owns a corset. and yes he still wears a leather jacket but exclusively because it feels cool and badass. he's goth babey!

no longer skinny. precise body type is whatever your heart tells you is true but three square meals agree with him and he's gained a very noticeable amount of weight.

the hair dye is still not professional, his roots grow in occasionally and it's still a bit patchy, because he's still doing it at home, but also. he's doing it at home. it's fun, and he has fun with it. the dye is better quality. gertrude helps him with touchups. black is still a favorite but he's dabbled in other colors, dark purples and greens and blues.

loves to be covered in stuff. when he's baking, he will intentionally smear flour on his black pants and make it look accidental, and when he paints he doesn't wash his hands. this is partially so he can see the evidence himself, and partially because he wants people to notice it and ask. he wants to say, "oops, i was baking earlier, i must've wiped my hands on my pants."

he still has shitty irresponsible piercings from when he was a teenager. the more recent ones are more professional.

his tattoos are pretty and useless. he designed most of them himself.

there's color in his face. sleeping gets a little easier every night.

#don't mind me just sorting through headcanons #gerry keay #gerry delano keay #tmagp #tma #my post

[charles-leclerizz]

Rapid Fire Challenge: Aisha vs. Max

Aisha and Max go head-to-head in a rapid-fire question challenge. With only seconds to answer each question, they'll reveal fun facts, preferences, and more. Who will come out on top?

reading time : 8 mins 15 seconds

word count : 1.6 k [ 1650 words ]

warnings : swearing, lewd and suggestive wording, crack, not proof read

Masterlist · 🪷 Aisha · 🪷 Porsche F1 Team · 🪷

" What the fuck are you wearing?" Max looked Aisha up and down, his trademark red bull can clattering into the hollow bin next to him as he watched Aisha run a confused hand down her front before glancing cautiously back up at him.

She arched a brow at him and tugged at her strapless top, " clothes ? "

Max snorted and reached out to poke her slightly exposed mid-driff, " or lack thereof . "

Was the aggravating man wrong? Perhaps not.

In Aisha's opinion, it was a perfectly splendid ensemble. Another one of her brand parter's had generously offered her a two piece outfit, a long, flowing silk skirt that shimmered a classic Porsche silver- paired with a tight cotton, corset top that accentuated her chest with a ruffled middle piece of taffeta.

To others, it may seem over the top.

" You have the same outfit everyday. it's like you're trying to be an NPC ." Aisha plucked at his red-bull jersey with a scrunched up nose, " it's not my fault that brands love to gift me pretty things and you… well . " she fluttered her fingers at his slightly-looser-than-normal tight jeans.

" Hmm .. " he hummed, tempted to flick the stack of dainty, amrapali golden chains that sat delicately on her collarbones, " whatever you say. I'm sure Lando appreciates your outfit . "

" And what's that meant to mean ? "

" - Excuse me ? "

" Just saying - "

" Saying what ? Are you just jealous that I can pull of colours unlike you, who stays about monochromatic as a pair of granny panties . "

" Woah-h-h, big words for miss 'I'm here cause I couldn't get a modeling gig ' "

" - Excuse me ? "

" Oh, just because I have the assets - " she gestured at her breasts and face, "- to do modelling, you're bitter ? don't worry, we can get you a push up bra from Forever 21. You'll fit right in"

" Excuse me ? "

" - What ? "

" - What ? "

" We're ready for you, " an onset assistant, who looked too scandalised for her own good, motioned for them to step into the filming room.

They mouthed silent insults and unnecessarily pointed to one another, as they pushed through the inconveniently small door.

" And… we're stuck. this is all your fault max . " aisha hissed, crossing her arms as selflessly as she could muster whilst being pressed chest to chest with an equally uncomfortable Dutchman who propped a palm up- just above the crown of her head on the short doorway.

" my fault ? " he retorted, face growing redder with each second they spent sharing breath, " you're the one with india's remaining crown jewels on her person ."

" well maybe if your entitled ancestors didn - "

" oh shut up, it was the british and you know it . "

Luckily, the assistant had noticed their predicament and rushed over to undo the deadbolt lock to the second door, allowing the two to stumble away from each other.

They had thankfully remained silent as the rest of the filming crew grew more and more entertained with their squabbling, merely following the polite instructions and taking their seats as denoted by the white, masking tape markers stuck onto the plush seats.

" ROLLING "

" Welcome back everyone to a new season of formula 1 ! " the chirpy interview babbled to the largest camera before turning to the drivers who sat in line with her, watching her neutrally as they both accepted small, clip on microphones.

" Today we have … " she trailed off, giggling at Aisha who struggled to slip on the clasp of the tech in her hand, the plastic mechanism clacking obnoxiously at each failed attempt.

" Max, from our very own red bull garage ," she turned to max, who was already set himself up and was now sitting straighter in his tufted, indigo seat. He waved at the camera and politely smiled.

The interviewer glanced at Aisha as she victoriously gasped and raised her hands happily when the microphone stayed put, tucked between her skin and top, " … and aisha, rookie of the season down from porsche . "

Aisha waved at the camera, a serene smile playing on her lips.

" We're here to play a quick fire round of questions with the grids current champion , " she gestured to max, " and this years fresh meat . " she pointed her stack of cards at aisha.

" I'll be asking you both questions about each other, and whoever guesses correctly the fastest, will win a point . it's all about testing if your racing chemistry translates to real-life friendship ! "

" What friendship ? " max deadpanned, fiddling with his fingers.

" Can we do this one thing without you letting people know you hate me ? or is it too hard for the 3X world champion to multi-task ? "

The interviewer's eyes ping-ponged between them before her grin became artificially wider and she screeched a shrill, " Let's begin ! "

" alright max, what is aisha's favourite track to race ? "

the driver jumped at his name and the camera lens zoomed into his determined expression as he glanced between aisha's anticipatory face and the air, as if he were begging the particles for the answer.

" one second "

" she's said this before.. " he tried, clapping his hands nervously.

" i have, " aisha shrugged, egging him on.

" it was one of those times where she wouldn't shut up. "

" two seconds "

" come on max, it's so easy, i've raced there in f2 as well ... "

" yeah- cause i had the f2 races on while i was training, "

" three seconds "

" wow you're bad at this, " aisha huffed out, landing back against her chair with a relaxed flop.

max bounced his knee, forcibly shutting his eyes and harshly pressing his fingers into them as he pieced together his answer, " it's... shit... is it ?.. suzuka ? "

"- oh for fuck sake ! "

" - you are correct ! one point to max "

CURRENT SCORE : 0 - 1

" okay, aisha, If max could race in any era of Formula 1, past or present, which one would she choose ? "

" how come i get the piss hard one ? "

" cause you'll never actually get hard otherwise.." max mumbled.

" oh fuck off. "

" language guys, our editors aren't paid enough to censor all of this ."

aisha hooked her ankles together before leaning forward and hummed thoughtfully, " maybe... i don't think he's even mentioned this..." she plucked at her dangling earring as she continued to oscillate in recollection.

he shrugged, " i don't think i have actually."

" one second "

" wait... wait..." aisha hurried out, holding her palm out, " i have to choose wether he's too egotistical for my geuss.."

" oh please, " max sassed, " take your time, i'm sure my ego has alot to dissect. "

aisha scrunched up her face sourly, " yeah it does- like your unsolved daddy issues. "

" always the daddy issues ." he threw his hands up, " atleast be creative."

" two seconds "

" okay okay, hmmm, the 2021 season ? " aisha screwed her eyes shut, just incase she was wrong, " he would love to relive his first WDC . "

" that is..." the interviewer patted her legs quickly, continously creating a monotonous beating sound, " correct ! point to aisha . "

CURRENT SCORE : 1 - 1

" last one for max, if he gets this one, he wins, if not, then aisha gets a chance . "

max nodded determinedly, his mouth set in a hard line, "ready."

" wow, okay, " the interviewer gawked at his statue-like intensity, " uhm, what is aisha's pre-race ritual . "

aisha kicked her chin up, ready to watch max blubber over his last question, nobody knows her pre-race ritual, she was diligent enough to keep it hidden.

" so, i know she calls her parents around.. an hour before the race, " he paused mid-way to grin like a cheshire at her increasingly suspicious look, " and, i also know she has a playlist she listens to, mostly hozier.. but, without fail she.." max snaps his fingers, the final peice flickering to life like a broken tube light, "... she always.. can i say this ? "

aisha's face popped, cheeks flushing dangerously quickly, " can he ? "

" i.." the interviewer looked out the small tech crowd behind the camera who all gave her the same, confused shrug, ushering her to continue, " i assume so."

" she always wears.. ehm.. a pair of white underwear ." he mumbles the last phrase, avoiding eye-contact with anyone within the room whilst scratching the back of his neck.

" max ! " aisha smacked his shoulder in outrage, "wha- i mean why- but how ? " she spat out, her words merging within eachother until they tumbled out in an unintelligble spew.

" we didn't get that, she wears what ? "

" white.. undergarments, " max hesitantly answered.

the interviewer blinked a few times before gulping heavily and clearing her throat, " well thats a gross violation ! but let's just gloss over that. "

CURRENT SCORE : 1 - 2

" and for the sake of not continuing this hell-game, max is the winner. congratulations. " she clapped her hand gently against her queue cards.

"yeah.. well done.. bro " aisha muttered, dissociating from her surroundings to protect herself from further embarrassment that may just allow her already erratic heart to jump out of her ribcage.

" i don't feel like a winner," max joined her monotone lilt, eyes wide and wet, maintaing an unwwavering stare at the white wall that stood proud behind the myriad of wires.

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[slvthrs]

okay well now i need more dealer!vinnie x reader 😫

ofc babes!!

STARGIRL INTERLUDE | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

after you and your drug dealer start dating and he just can't help feeling just a little too possessive of you

DRUG DEALER!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, use of drugs, relationship sex, degradation n praise kink, pet names, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), choking, jealous/possessive vinnie, daddy kink, spanking

word count: 1.7k

Me and Vinnie had been dating for nearly a month and we were planning to celebrate our anniversary by going to have dinner at his apartment but we both had to go to our friend's house for different reasons- I was there to support my best friend during her birthday party and he was there to sell drugs.

So cut to me currently sitting in front of my mirror doing my makeup- it’s was my everyday look of black smudged eyeliner but I added some shimmer on my eyelids to make them pop and added a deep red almost black lipstick to the middle of my lips and smudged it out- Vinnie’s favorite.

I fluffed up my hair and tried to find some sort of hairstyle to wear but I just ended up wearing it down. I was wearing a mini skirt with a red corset top- I was wearing a jumble of rings and necklaces along with his silver choker from hard jewellery. On my feet were platforms along with knee high black lace socks and to finish the outfit I was wearing Vinnie’s oversized leather jacket. 

I had finished my makeup and now I was sitting on my bed grabbing the stuff to put into my black purse- my phone, airpods, cigarette box, money, ID, lighter and my weed pen. That was when Vinnie walked into the room and looked at me with a sort of excitement which I then realized was due to the fact I was wearing his jacket and just in general of how good I looked.

“Peaches” God I loved that pet name, he sat in front of me on the bed, “You look so fucking good” he sad planting a kiss on my lips,

I giggled against his lips, and he continued “Do we have to go out, I bet Chloe won’t even know your missing” he argued

“Babe, it’s Chloe. I’ve known her since forever c’mon we just have to make an appearance and you have people who expect you to be there” I say with a pout and then drag him off our bed and then plant a kiss on his temple.

He was wearing a white david bowie top along with boyfriend jeans in blue and some nike air forces. The outfit was completed with gold rings on his hand and a gold necklace around his neck. To put is easily he looked fucking amazing I ruffled up his blond locks a bit and planted a kiss on his lips and pull him out of the apartment. 

We end up situated in his car and I connect my phone to the aux and scroll through my spotify to find a good song but I just end up putting my likes on shuffled and it ends up on ‘Stargirl Interlude’ and I start dancing in my seat and lip syncing to the song,

“I had a vision, 

A vision of my nails in the kitchen, 

Scratching counter tops, I was screaming, 

My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting it”

The lyrics just end up causing Vinnie to end up in a fit of laughter and I end up smacking his arms and asking him to stop acting like a middle schooler with fake offense in my voice, 

“Holy shit what is this song called” He asks while trying to compose himself, I just grin at him and tell him it's called Stargirl Interlude,

“Oh wait it’s like the song you made me listen to um what was it OH WAIT STARBOY” He exclaims and I just nod at him chuckling at myself, 

“So wait if I’m Starboy does that make you my Stargirl” He asks and I think about it, “Hmm I guess so, I’m your stargirl” he just laughs, “You bet you are,” and then he kisses me again

— — TIME SKIP — —

We’ve been at Chloe’s party for about 3 hours and both of us want to leave but Vinnie has one more thing he has to do so I just end up waiting for him while on my phone when a guy come up to me, 

“Oh hey I saw you from across the dance floor, you look really pretty” He says, he’s about 6 foot, and is wearing a black dress top and black jeans, damn nice clothes,

“Oh thanks” I saw with a friendly smile hoping to end this conversation

“I was wondering if I could get your number your just like really hot” Fuck this is going to be an annoying conversation

“Uhm actually I have a boyfriend so no thanks” I say trying to be as nice as possible

“Oh c’mon I don’t see him anywhere” He says trying to convince me

“He’s in the back and I’m seriously not interested” I say backing up but eventually hitting a counter

He keeps trying to get my number for about 3 more minutes while I keep telling him to stop until I meet Vinnie’s eyes across the room in front of the door looking like he’s about to hurt someone, and that's when I remember that it might look like something entirely different to him.

I maneuver around the guy and I run to Vinnie who is almost outside the door as I call out his name, “Vinnie just listen to me!” I yell and all he does is tell me is to get into his car

We just sit in the silence waiting for eachother to say something, we don’t say anything until we get into the apartment and as soon as the door closes he’s on me.

His lips smash onto mine as I’m pressed on the door and he’s pulling my jacket off, “I thought I was gonna go crazy seeing you flirt with him” He says as he pulls his lips off mine and onto my neck.

“Vinnie, fuck, I wasn’t flirting with him” I moan out

“Fuck, I know baby I know but I need to remind you who you belong to got it?” He says it like it's a question but it’s a statement, a command and a promise.

He pulls me off the door and I’m bent over his countertop with him pulling of my skirt and my  panties in one swift motion and smacking my ass causing me to yelp and he grabs the base of my neck making me look up at him into his eyes that have darkened with something more sinister, 

“I’m gonna make sure the only thing you can say after this is my fucking name, got it whore?” He says while slapping my ass again causing me to moan a ‘yes daddy’ under my breath

He takes his dick out, pumping it a bit and then running it through my folds and slamming it into me, gaining some of the most porngraphic moans that have ever left my mouth.

He places his finger around the choker on my neck and then pulls my head back and then spits in my mouth, “C’mon whore swallow it” he says as his eyes narrow and darken

His hands don’t leave my neck instead they let go of my choker and now he’s choking me letting me see stars, it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to come crashing as I cum around his dick.

He pulls me off and then spins me around and picks me up and takes me to his room and places me on his bed but he doesn’t join me he gets up and walks to the living room to grab my purse and pulls out my weed pen.

He sits in front of me and takes two puffs of the pen and then pulls my mouth close to him and blows the smoke into my mouth, the mixture of the weed and the eroticness of the situation makes my head spin and I pull Vinnie into a messy kiss still recovering from my post oragasm haze.

I climb on top of him and I rub his dick with my cunt making him moan in my mouth and letting me relish in the power I have. But it doesn’t last long until he’s pulling me off of him and pushing me on the bed and climbing on top of me to fuck me.

He lines his dick up with me and slams into me again causing me to tip back my head and arch into him, I claw at his shirt and he gets the hint and pulls his shit of but not before he pulls of my shirt and I run my hands up from his abs up to his chest and I start biting in hickies into his chest until I grab his hands and start kissing his finger and then put the digits into my mouth swirling them around with my tongue and sucking on them as if they were his dick.

I open my eyes to see him staring deep into me just watching as I suck on his finger, he’s so focused on looking and me that he’s stopped moving and is just staring, “God your such a whore for me aren’t you, your my little bitch” I don’t respond I just moan around him finger and pull them out with a pop!

He takes the hand I was just sucking on and brings them to my clit and starts circling it and continues thrusting into me chasing his own orgasm, I’m so close that my legs are shaking and I’m about to cry while he just places a kiss on my lips and continues his agonizing pace. 

He finally cums after I cum for a second time and pulls out of me rolling over and he gets up to walk to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean me up and then finally lays down next to me grabbing the weed pen, and doing a few puffs before he passes the pen to me letting me take a few puffs before I succumb to my tiredness but not before he kisses me and calls me “My precious girl” as he cuddles up next to me and we succumb to our exhaustion.

#bella fawns over vhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader smut #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie #bella's full works

[fariesoiree]

minors mdni

hobie is just so needy today.

it really is his fault but it’s driving you up the wall. he’s the one who insisted on tagging along with you but now he wants to complain. you’re not giving him enough attention, you’re not shopping fast enough, you’re not leaving soon enough. it’s all because of that damn chocolate.

you’re an innocent bystander in all this, for once. he’s the one who discovered it and the one who bought it. originally, he did try to attempt you to try it with him but you flat out refused.

you’re too busy, having to work long hours for the next few days. the last thing you want is some mysterious aphrodisiac running through your system.

hobie has all the time in the world, though. because he doesn’t work a conventional job he figured he’d be the perfect subject. especially after you told him just how doubtful you were.

there is just dozens of products claiming to do the same, both cheaper and expensive. to you, aphrodisiacs are just another scam for the touch starved. never did you think the king of physical affection himself would introduce it into your relationship.

that was a mere few hours ago. now, he’s tugging at your sweater. he will not let you go for more than five seconds without him feeling you up. every time you find yourself stopping to flip through the clothing rack, hobie’s hands are wandering over your body.

“stop it,” you push his hands away from your body for the umpteenth time. this time, they’ve wandered underneath your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin.

the last time you gave him the benefit of the doubt, he’d nearly unclipped your bra.

from an outside perspective, hobie is doting on you with his arms wrapped around you and his head resting on your shoulders. only you know how he squeezes at your tummy and laps the skin on your neck.

“hobart,” you sneer. you’re tempted to push him away from you completely.

that gets him. he hesitates, but only for a second. the shock of his government name leaving your lips doesn’t stop him for long. he’s too far gone, too deep in thinking with his dick. “call me that again and i’ll shove my whole dick in you right now.”

“try it. i’ll kill you, then myself.” you push a hanger on, passing up another skirt. you’re doing your best to make the most of what you have. this is supposed to be a relaxing little treat to yourself for all your hard work. instead, you’re fighting to keep hobie away from you.

you’re only successful for two more seconds before he’s back at it, trying to undress you in public. he tells you he can’t help it. you just look too good and smell too sweet. he’s intoxicated off the strawberry poundcake perfume you’re wearing and the way your ass looks in your jeans.

he pushes against you. groaning into your ear when he fits so snugly against you. the chocolate really has him on fire. just hearing your voice has precum leaking. he’s already addicted to you without it. with it, he’s convinced he’s ready to have baby now. “come on, ☆. let’s just go home. i’ll bring you back tomorrow.”

“baby, i can’t. i work tomorrow.” you untangle your limbs. in the end, you decide it’s better to be separate. he can’t control himself and you can’t control him.

it’s to no avail. just as quickly as you find yourself finally free from his grip, he’s pulling you back into his chest. “okay. then the next day.” he digs his nose into your scalp. the smell of your black vanilla shampoo turns him nearly animalistic

meanwhile, you’re suffocating in his loose black crop top. you wouldn’t care if the corset underneath wasn’t squishing your face. “still can’t. i have class.” you have to lift your head, much to his dismay.

one look at you changes that. it’s a fair trade, he rationalizes with a hungry stare. “okay? then skip it or some shit. i don’t care.” his hands dip down rather quickly. he gropes and grabs, despite your quiet shriek.

“get offa’ me.” you all but shove him, head whipping around to check if anyone saw. you’re lucky the mall is deserted so early in the morning on a weekday. the run of the mill teenagers are busy in class. “i swear to god if you do that again i’ll grind you into dust.” you point a finger at him but you’re sure you don’t look threatening at all.

he reaches for you again, scowling when you narrowly dodge him. “promise?” hobie quips with an annoying raise of his brow. his voice drops to a whisper when he finally catches you and tugs you close. “you can’t even suck me off in the dressing room?”

your face is burning with a fire you’ve never felt before. where he got the confidence to say such words, you have no idea. in public, at that! “are you actually serious?” you pinch the tips of your ears. sure enough, they’re warm with humiliation. does he have no shame?”

oh he’s serious all right. he’s so serious he drags you off to the dressing rooms himself. thanks to his lifelong experience in breaking laws and the learned creeping that comes with living a double life, he slips right by the employees with no problems.

he’s careless, bumping all against the walls, in a rush to lock the door behind you. you’ve never seen him this eager before. sure, during your usual times he’s excited. but right now, he’s nearly cumming before you’re doing anything.

“you’re sure you wanna do this? you really wanna? right here?” you’re quieter than usual, feeling as if it’s required while you’re sneaking around.

“the more you ask me, the longer this will take.” even the way he requests for you to shut up isn’t the same. there is no threat backing up his words, even when he closes the space between you.

you’re curious. some chocolate had your usually composed boyfriend like this? you’re not going to lie to yourself and pretend his change in behavior doesn’t make you feel some type of way.

usually it’s you shaking with need and making a mess everywhere. never have you had this much power in your relationship. if you weren’t on a time crunch and in the privacy of your home, you would have definitely taken your time with him. “you’re the one who needs me. i’ll change my mind.”

“please don’t play with me, right now. i ate the whole fucking square and i swear to – if you don’t do something, i’ll suck it myself.” he’s so frantic to remove the layers of silver belts, it takes him nearly twice as long. you aid him, taking pity. it’s you so many times on that end of the stick. even though you’ve never eaten an aphrodisiac, having hobie as your boyfriend is enough.

you giggle when hobie shuffles toward you, pants hanging loosely. he doesn’t share your sentiment. apparently, nothing about this is funny. he doesn’t argue back. just pops his dick in your face.

your wrap your fingers around the base and already, he’s groaning. for once he has to brace himself against you, hands resting in your shoulders.

“y’know you have to be quiet right?” you glance up at him. you test his reactions with slow jerks of your wrist. you don’t really need to when he’s already this worked up but it’s nice to the one causing the soft sighs.

his breath fans over your face and warms your cheeks. between his glistening shaft and his tightly wounded face, you don’t know where to look. “don’t let this, fuck. don’t let this go to your head.”

it’s far too late for that but you don’t tell him. you just smile to yourself instead and swirl your tongue around his tip. you’re teasing, he knows, but he honestly doesn’t care. his senses are heightened so much this feels like enough.

jokes on him, hobie is unprepared when you do begin to swallow him. he shocks himself when he gasps and pushes your head away. it’s so uncharacteristic of him that even he is embarrassed about it. “shit, baby. could have said something first.” he feels pathetic avoiding your gaze and even more so he meets his own in the mirror.

you shake your head, tongue darting out to lick the slightly salty remnants off your lips. “you don’t get to annoy me all day and push me away.” it would be unfair if you didn’t enjoy this, right? it’s only right after all he’s put you through. you owe it to him to leave him shaking.

he’s just about to chastise you and defend his honor when you’re right where you started. this time, however, you’re forcing yourself to take as much as you can.

hobie is constantly bumping against your throat with the way you’re bobbing your head. tears prickle your eyes and occasionally you gag but it’s all worth it. all when his hand is flying to cover his mouth and the other one has a grip on your hair.

contrary to popular belief, he isn’t forcing your head down but pulling your head away. he’s far more sensitive than he thought, too sensitive for his own good.

his hand is barely sufficient to keep his cries to a minimum, alternating between telling you to stop and to keep going.

your nails dig into his skin, being your main defense from being yanked off. you only stop to come up for air. your thumb circles around his tip with enough pressure to have him shuddering. your breath fans over his skin when you press wet kisses along his shaft.

“baby,” hobie speaks with his clenched in a fist, knuckles in his mouth. it serves as a warning. his brain is too far incapacitated to form sentences.

“if you’re gonna cum, do it in my mouth.” you mumble, words ghosting over him. it’s embarrassing enough to be giving him a blowjob in the mall dressing room. the last thing you want is cum stains littering your top.

it only takes his dick being enveloped in the warmth of your mouth for him to be shooting out thick ropes. hobie whines, using the hold he has on your hair to pull you off.

you wait until his eyes are on you to make a show out of swallowing his load, mouth opening to display the disappearing evidence.

it’s probably a mistake on your part when you physically see the hunger return in his face with a vengeance.

“fuck that was hot. let’s go home and do it again.”

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “what?” you don’t understand how he can already be thinking of another round when he was just griping about his sensitivity. “but what about me? i want to stay.” you watch him scramble to redress himself, accessories and all. your eyebrows knit together because there is no way some chocolate can do this.

“i’ll bring you back tomorrow,” he insists, pulling you to your feet. whatever secrecy you still have is thrown out the window when he pushes the door open with enough force to have it ricocheting off the wall.

“but i can’t. i have work, remember?” you cup the back of your head as he leads you through the store, right to the exit. you didn’t have time to fix your hair. he’s been so inconsiderate, it’s not fair.

“okay then we’ll go the next day.”

“ ‘bie, i have class – ” you really have to look at what they put in this stuff.

“then fuckin’ skip it. i don’t care.”

#ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙ #my very best attempt at sub bie #hope you like it :3 #astv hobie #hobie brown #hobie smut #hobie x black!reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #x black fem reader #x black reader #x reader

[thedevilrisen]

Offensive In Our Own Ways.

jack hughes x fem!reader: Jack meets a girl in a bar whose got so pretty good comebacks.

word count: 0.5k

a/n: This is my first ever piece, I hope I did well! Constructive criticism is very welcome :D.

 CREEK. The sound of my bedroom door opening, followed by the light from the hallway spilling in was what pulled me away from the assignment I was so frantically editing for next week.

“Y/N-”

“no.”

“but-”

“I said no Tahlia.” 

“Just listen.” I sighed in defeat, I wasn’t going to be left alone long enough to finish this assignment if she didn’t get whatever spiel she had in store for me tonight off her chest early. 

“Go on then” I said, shutting my laptop.

“Okay, get ready, we are going to a new bar that opened tonight in 20 minutes.” she finished with a cheshire cat grin.

“Tahlia-”

“no.”

“but-”

“Get ready Y/N.” 

“You’re a pain in my ass, and please do remember that I know where you sleep.” she sheepishly grinned and nodded enthusiastically at me acknowledging my second remark. I groaned as my sore and cramped muscles cracked, popped and stretched back to their natural positions as I dragged my tired body over to my closet. “What to wear, what to wear.” I mumbled under my breath. Flicking through different options. Dress, not feeling it, plus it’s way to fucking cold for this. Skirt and corset top, fuck that. Down to the last dregs of my closet I found a pair of black straight jeans and a magenta elbow length blouse, perfect, that a pair of black combat boots, a few rings, necklace, nose ring and all of my pieces of jewelry for the various piercings in my ears and we are good to go. Pulling my waist length brunette hair out of its disheveled plait, I brushed it till it was presentable. Satisfied, I trudged over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone and anxiety remedy pastels and turned around to walk out of my room and down the stairs to be greeted by my three friends.

“There she is!” Tahlia exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, I now have a dire need for alcohol.” If I'm supposed to deal with you lot of fuckwits for an extended period of time. Drunk Tahlia is enough to deal with by herself, now I’ve got two more on my radar. Great.

As we wandered down the driveway to the Uber all three girls were looking into a makeup-smudged handheld mirror one of them had in their purse and were stating how hot they looked and how they were definitely getting laid tonight. This continued all throughout the Uber ride to the club and right through the front door. 

“I’m going to get a drink. Stay out of trouble, and please for the love of god text me if you are leaving the club with someone else, plus make sure your location remains on so if need be, I can come find you.” There was no room for negotiation in my tone so the three girls nodded and promised to do so. With a tight lipped smile directed to them I took off in search of the bar, Tahlia hot on my heels.

Jack POV

“... Well done tonight boys, ‘m very proud of you and your efforts, couldn’t have done it without you.” Nico commended as he finished his ‘mandatory post game captains speech’. All the boys cheered and most took a swig of their drinks in response, I downed the last contents of my beer and looked down the bar to find the bartender to get another. I waved him down and ordered another beer,

“That's all for you mate?” he asked in a monotone voice. Someone could do with a drink themselves.

“Yep.” I responded in an equally dry tone, if the jackass wasn’t going to make an attempt to be sociable then nor was I. He rolled his eyes and walked off to hopefully get my drink. 

“Jack, come dance with us!” Dawson bellowed in my ear while he tugged half-heartedly on the back of my shirt sleeve.

“Don’t feel like it tonight. Get Nico, I’m sure he’d love to embarrass himself with you.” I recommended in a humorous tone. 

“Fine, your dancing next time then.” he countered

“I’ll look forward to it.” I responded albeit half-heartedly. The joyous bartender wandered back over with my beer in hand and placed it roughly on the bench in front of me with a barely grunt of acknowledgement before his eyes shot up behind me and plastered a sleazy smirk on his face. 

“Hey ladies, can I get anything for you?”

“I’ll have a martini and she’ll have..” silence followed and then some mumbling,”straight vodka.” 

“Alright girls, I’ll have them sorted out for you in a minute, just wait here.” he said through a smirk, “and don’t worry about paying, this one’s on me.”

“ Oh, you don’t have to do that!” One of the girls exclaimed. 

“Anything for a couple good lookin’ girls like yourselves.” he flirted back, a semi-enthusiastic smile on his face.

“Hear that Y/N he also thinks I’m hot!” One girl mumbled to the other, Y/N, pretty name I thought as I brought my beer to lips for a sip.

“Stop calling yourself hot Tahlia, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.” the girl, Y/N bit back at the other girl. I suddenly regretted taking a sip of my beer as it was involuntarily snorted up my nose in response to this girl's pure bluntness toward her friend. Coughing and spluttering I wheezed out a sorry and looked down at the bar, intent on minding my own business. 

The bartender showed up at the perfect time handing both of the girls their drinks and while winking and handing over a napkin with a pen on top of it. “You’re both clearly interested, so I was wondering if I could grab your numbers?” The twat asked, flashing his best wink, talk about poor customer service.

“I’m sorry I’m going to have to decline.” Y/N replied politely.

“C’mon sweetheart you know that you can’t say no to someone like me.” he crooned.

“Y’know, you’re talking a lot of shit for someone with two perfectly good eyeballs, each would sell for around 16,000 dollars on the black market.” she replied in a matter of fact tone. The bartender's face went from cool, calm and collected, to absolutely petrified and scurrying away in about .5 seconds. 

“Y/N!, why would you say that! He was cute, and you’ve just ruined all my chances!” Tahlia huffed and stormed off. I heard a sigh and saw someone sitting down on the barstool next to me in my peripherals, I looked over and the girl sent me a small smile that I returned.

“Just so you know, if that were my friend I would’ve done the same. Not as.. Offensively,” I cringed at how I sounded. “But something along the same lines, though, I do have to admit, you being as blunt as you were was slightly humorous.” She smiled at that, her cheeks flushed red and the corners of her eyes wrinkled, cutie. 

“Thanks, I’m Y/N by the way and I think I’ve just royally pissed off my roommate.” We both laughed at that statement,

“I’m Jack, and I think you could be correct, she should forgive you though.” I responded hoping that could ease some of her concern.

“Fingers crossed Jack, fingers crossed.” She looked around, surveying the area, “What do you do for work?” She asked, turning back to me.

“I play hockey professionally, for the New Jersey Devils.” Her face lit up.

“Your Jack Hughes?” She asked excitedly.

“Yeah,” I responded, “What do you do for work?”

“Oh, I’m still a student.” She said with a smile.

“Cool what do you-”

“Y/N!”

“Oh God,” She mumbled. “Yes?” Two very drunk girls and her roommate from earlier approached us. Y/N’s eyes flick over both of the girls as she nods to herself, standing out of her seat to help hold up one of the girls, “I think it’s time to go home.” She announced. I couldn’t help feeling sad, I wanted to get to know this girl. 

“Hey Y/N, could I maybe get your number? We could get coffee sometime? Only if you want to though!” I rushed out not wanting to miss my chance.

“Sure Jack, one sec.” She responded, lowering her friend onto the stool she was previously sitting on. Grabbing the napkin and pen the bartender so conveniently left for us, she scribbled down some numbers followed by call me :D and slid it across the bench top to me. 

“Thanks, I’ll text you.” 

“I’ll look forward to it.” She smiled while picking her babbling friend off of the stool and turning around to help them drunkenly waddle out of the bar. I’ll look forward to it too. I smiled to myself, having something to be excited about besides hockey.

#jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x y/n #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine

[greenscreen-dress]

Hhheeeeheheh I love these skins so much I CANNOT wait to see them in-video... But until then here's my ranking of them, long rambly full thoughts below.

Also here's the tierlist!

Ultimate Slayage: no discussion these 2 are the best. Every single one of Sausage's skins are a smash hit & this one is no exception, it's just so well done. The eye make-up the little tied shirt thing the HUGE extravagant sunflower, contrasted by those big clomping boots... The GENDER of it all aough I love him.

& Pix of course. Pix my guy just STUNNING. Idk about the other skins but this one is very likely made by Pix himself (bc of a thing he tweeted) & that makes it all the more impressive bc it's just?? So good??? The floor-length the off-the-shoulder sleeves leading into long gloves(?), the corset-y bits with golden buttons or lacing up the front, the BRIGHT BLUE bodice bits which (based off the colour) are definitely Ancient Capitollian Dodo feathers or inspired by them at least... It's just a masterpiece. The only comment I might have is maybe make sure you match your foundation right, Pix... But I've also decided he's in a full white lace/mesh bodysuit under the dress so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Surprised &/or Delighted: honestly this category fits all of them purely bc I don't think anyone expected these ^^. Oli & Jimmy are in here specifically because, while they're not my ultimate brain-frothing faves, these dresses are extremely good adaptations/elevations of their regular skins— Oli's especially looks so natural on him bc it's in exactly the same glitzy faux-medieval style as his bard outfit. The purple is a staple colour with him, fits the royalty theme, & somehow looks both elegant and like a Halloween costume with its bright shade & tinsel-like gold trims. It's silly and fantastic and VERY Oli Orionsound. Cannot wait for him to play the fainting damsel-in-distress at every occasion <3

Jimmy's is plainer but just as faithful to his sheriff skin: off-the-shoulder sleeves appear to be a theme with these skins and they look amazing on everyone, Katherine is so epic if this was her Royal doing. Jimmy looks AMAZING in a long jean(?) skirt & the slit just elevates it even more... I am beginning to notice I have a Thing for long skirts and big boots ^^;. This is going to look stunning with the hat, and just plain adorable at Jimmy's current height.

Fits the brief: ok so these skins are fantastic and I LOVE the colour on both of them, but there's not as much tying them to their Empires... fWhip's goblin skin is so intricate with that embroidered waistcoat & bright primary colours so it's a shame to lose that, though the plain red looks very elegant on him & the shape of the dress stands out from the other skins in a very fun way. It's definitely between the 2 categories and I will likely be swayed by the first bit of fanart I come across for it, but for now: yeah.

Joey's is the opposite case, where it fits the brief and the simplicity of it not only looks good but makes some sense (semi-broke pirate usually wearing tattered sailor's garb). I just wish it had gone a bit further to match Joey's big personality. The slit and shape is lovely (as is the neckliiii— wait where does that neckline end? /pos), but what about some more gold, or prismarine accents? Fishnet gloves, or stockings striped like his shirt? It just feels like it could go much further, & maybe fanart will push it there for me. Also I'm removing points for no dress + epic pirate boots /j

Expected more: oh this skin... Yeah I'm not blown away by it. The colours that are present are very nice but there just aren't enough of them, and the shape... The cutaways at the hip are very nice, but Girl. That is a tank top. & for some reason the skirt refuses to register as one in my brain despite the pretty gradient. With the vibes of Chromia I'm picturing Scott in something shorter and frillier, high-heeled boots, feathered hat and cape— real Barbie and the 3 Musketeers kind of vibe basically. I need to draw that. Definitely more colours though, that's the first step. Bi-coloured bodice, tie-dye skirt with petticoats, a flower crown, something!! Maybe there's custom items involved to accessorise, maybe this is a temporary self-made dress while waiting on a commission, idk but I'm going to need to see some out-of-this world fanart to salvage this skin as it is. :/ Sorry Scott, sashay away.

And finally...

Joel: Joel. Joel Smallish "Massive" Beans that is a recycled MCC skin I am SURE of it. Joel this is so lazy and stupid and perfectly on-brand I love it I hate it this is peak Wish/Aliexpress cosplay. Keep it up you bastard (I still want to see / draw him in proper femme greek garb. But alas).

ANYWAY.

Big long ramble, thankye for reading this whole thing & feel free to make your own lists / yell at me for interpreting these pixels wrong. No matter my minor gripes the fact we have these looks at all and go insane over them is so so SO fun ^^

#HOOH BOY this took me an hour to make the tierlist / type out my onions lol #but these looks are ✨worth it✨ #esmp s2 #empires s2 #empires smp #esmpblr #empiresblr #esmp ensemble #namemc spoilers #fwhip #joey graceffa #mythicalsausage #oli orionsound #joel smallishbeans #scott smajor #jimmy solidaritygaming #pixlriffs #WOOOH. LOTS OF TAGS ^^; #eMerambles

[myeuphoricmindset]

Ghostface - Eddie Munson

Summary | You've just bumped into a masked stranger at a Hawkins Halloween party. You don't know if it's the mystery man or the alcohol, but you're breaking all the rules tonight. Because tonight you're not you —you're someone completely different. On Halloween, you can be whoever you want. Whoever 𝒉𝒆 wants. And Eddie Munson wants 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags | 18+ (MINORS DNI), smut (that’s basically it), one-night stand, rough, dirty talk, spanking, dom!Eddie, hair pulling, hands around neck & oral both receiving.

I posted this on wattpad last Halloween, so hopefully it still holds up. It’s more smutty and vulgar than my usual work, so there is your heads up.

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The tequila is starting to hit you. The music is rattling your soul. Your blood is running hot. And your body is levitating. It feels so good to free this fucking free.

It's fun to play pretend, even for just one night. You're not you tonight, you're someone else. The red cape, tight corset and short skirt have you feeling more confident than ever.

The music is loud, just like you like it. The house is filled with almost everyone in Hawkins. But most of their faces are masked and there is a little thrill because of that. It's the fact that the familiar faces are unfamiliar for a night. You can be anyone. Be with anyone. And when the clock strikes midnight the mask falls, taking its secrets with it.

You look around for more alcohol, but you can't see shit with how many people are in here. Your eyes do notice someone watching you. He has a Ghostface mask on and he's leaning against the wall. Well, you think he's looking at you. The mask doesn't give him away, but for some reason, you have a feeling he is.

You ignore the stranger and find your way through the crowd. You need more alcohol, especially if you are going to follow through with your plan to have a one-night stand.

A countertop nearby has a bottle of vodka. This will do. You grab a cup and pour yourself a drink. It burns going down, but you swallow.

The music is already calling you back to the dance floor. You finish your drink and push your way back through the crowd. It's a song you've never heard of, but the beat is good. Good enough to lose yourself in. Once the alcohol gives you enough courage then you will go search for the masked stranger that will end your night right.

"Lil' Red Riding Hood?" A deep voice says behind you on the dance floor.

You turn to face them. They are completely masked and hidden, like a little secret. Whoever they are —they are Ghostface tonight. The one that's been watching you. He has the mask on but wears a black shirt and black jeans.

"Yes." Your answer. You tug on your hood over your head and bat your lashes. Playing your part. "I didn't know Ghostface spoke unless on the phone." You tease him.

He pulls out a large prop phone and holds it up to his ear. "Do you like scary movies?"

You smile, but try to contain your interest in this stranger. "I do."

He walks closer to you. "What's your favorite one?"

People are dancing around you, completely in their own world that they don't pay attention to you and Ghostface.

You bite your lip softly and look at his face, hoping you're staring at his eyes behind that mask. "Scream."

He slowly tilts his head. "Mmm, really?"

Damn. His voice is hot.

"Really." You confirm.

"Do you go to Hawkins?"

"Maybe." You smile.

"You're really playing into the mystery of it all, aren't you?"

You laugh. "Isn't that the point of tonight? I think you've been the real mystery tonight. I know you've been watching me."

"You're difficult to look away from."

Someone dancing beside you knocks into you, pushing you against the masked stranger. His hands grip your waist, holding you up. You look down at his hands on your waist and notice rings on his fingers. A clue to who's behind the mask, but you can't place it.

You look up at him. "Dance with me, Ghostface."

You don't wait for an answer. You grab the phone in his hand and toss it on the table nearby. You twist in his arms, sliding her hands on top of his to keep his hands on your waist. You start swaying with the music, moving against him.

His fingers dig into your hips. You haven't been touched in so long and even just his fingertips against you send you pushing back against him harder.

You lift your hands above your head and around his neck. Tonight you feel like breaking the rules. You want to wake up tomorrow with secrets. You came here tonight to taste freedom, to indulge in your wild side. Whoever he is, he's yours tonight. Who fucking cares what's right or wrong. One-night stands are meant to be so wrong that it's right.

His hand moves across your abdomen and over your rib cage. You drop your head back against his chest. His hand moves up your arm and to your hand.

"You're so hot." He groans in your ear. His voice is laced with the desire that he can't hide.

You are two strangers. At least you both are with masks on. You don't know if it's because of that or the alcohol, but you're turned on. His voice and his touch are fueled by the desire for you. Wanting you. Needing you.

He twists you around to face him. One hand on your lower back and the other on your face. You stare at his masked face. Your breath caught in your throat.

His thumb brushes your bottom lip. You can tell he's admiring you. Drinking you in. It's so hot. Your body is on fire for him. The tension is high. It's all so fucking thrilling. The mystery and the possibilities.

"Make me your next victim." You whisper to him.

He laughs. God, that laugh. You almost drop to your knees right there.

"As you wish." He says.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd.

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You don't have time to look around the bedroom. He throws you onto the bed. It's not like you'd know whose room this is anyway, you don't even know whose house this is. You were just told where the party was and showed up. And god, you're so damn glad you showed up.

The mystery man, Ghostface, closes the bedroom door and turns to face you. You hear the door lock. You should be scared, but you're not. He moves near the end of the bed, standing over you.

"Look at you." He chuckles and tilt's his head. "So desperate for me."

He's not wrong. You are. Whoever he is, you are down bad. It's his voice, his hands, his laugh, and how he carries himself. Like a fucking God. And you're not worthy.

"So desperate." You whisper.

"Are you a good girl?" He asks.

"I can be."

"Mmm." The sound that escapes his lips is so low that it almost sounds like a growl.

It sends heat in between your legs.

"Get up." He's demanding, but you like it. He knows what he wants. And tonight it's you.

You stand up and he walks up to you. His hand lifts to your face, tracing a finger down your cheek. "I don't always play nice. I need you to know that before we move forward."

"Okay." The only word you can form.

His fingers trail down your skin and wrap about your neck. It's gentle but firm. "Can you handle that? I need to hear you say that you want this."

Your breathing increases and you swallow. He must have felt that because he tightens his grip around your neck. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Yes, I want this." You say.

He chuckles. "As much as I want to fuck you with this mask on, I want to taste you first and I can't do that."

"Then take it off."

He tilts his head and pulls you closer to him by your throat. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

You smile and try to remain calm. He hasn't even done anything yet and you're more turned on than you ever have been. Fuck the masks. Whatever he is offering is worth your secret identity.

The red hood falls against your shoulders, revealing your beautiful hair. The mask on your face is secured by a ribbon tied behind your head. You look up at the masked stranger as you drop your hands.

He realizes what you silently asked. The hand around your throat releases as it moves to the back of your head. He pulls on the ribbon, releasing your mask and revealing your face. It falls to the ground.

He grabs your chin, lifting your eyes to him. "You're fucking beautiful." There is a flicker in his eyes that give you the impression that he knows you, but he doesn't say.

Your face burns, but you try to play it off. "Your turn."

"Mm, so eager."

He laughs lightly and then pulls off his mask. It's Eddie fucking Munson. He shakes his head, curls swaying with the movement. The mask drops to the floor. You have never spoken to Eddie, but you know exactly who he is. There is no denying that you're more down for this than before. He's so damn hot.

You both don't acknowledge that we know each other. It doesn't matter. Even with the masks off, you both are enjoying the night without any consequences. And that fact alone has you on your worst behavior.

"Fuck me, Eddie Munson." You say.

He doesn't react to his name on your lips. "Damn." He smirks and closes the distance between you both. He slides off your red cloak, dropping it to the floor. "Say it again."

"Fuck Me, Eddie Munson."

He laughs. "You're sexy when you beg."

Eddie presses his body against yours and tilts your head. He's kissing your neck and it feels so good. His lips are warm and soft against your skin. His hands are roaming your body until he finds the zipper on the corset costume. And thank god it's a zipper.

He bites your neck and you let out a whimper. He laughs softly against your skin. His tongue slides up your neck and to your jawline, coming to a stop just as he unzips your corset. The cold air in the room hits your bare chest as he pulls the corset off.

"Jesus Christ. Fucking perfect." He says as he looks at your breasts.

Your skin breaks out in goosebumps as his hand trails from your back, up your rib cage, and to your breasts. His thumb brushes over your nipple. His lips find yours and you are set on fire by his kiss. His hand cups your breasts before he pushes you onto the bed.

A single kiss, burning on your lips and leaving you wanting more. You watch him as he looks down at you, hunger in his eyes.

"I'm going to eat you alive." He says, crawling on top of you. "I'll take my time, savoring every piece of you."

You are speechless and he can tell. He laughs lightly and then brings his mouth back to yours, tasting your desire. His tongue brushed your lip, asking for entrance and you welcome it. Your tongues dance together, and it's the sweetest fucking dance.

He bites your lip, pulling away slowly. "You're quiet. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

"Okay." You breathe.

He stares down at you, his hair falling over his shoulders. "Okay, what?"

"Okay, daddy." You smile.

He tilts his head. "Mm, I like that."

Before you can say another word his mouth is around your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple and you moan.

"That's it. Tell me that you like it." He says before returning his mouth to your body.

He bites your nipple and you arch your back. He slips one of his hands around your lower back, holding you up slightly as he kisses down your stomach. His curls trail down your bare skin as he moves down.

He removes his hands from your body and lifts himself onto his knees. "Look at this slutty little skirt you have on." He bites his lip. "Fuck."

"Do you want to take it off of me?" You ask.

Eddie gets off the bed and stands up. He looks at you, running his hand through his hair. The curls fall back on his face. His eyes are drunk on the sight of you. He smiles a devilish smile. "No, baby. I want to fuck you in it."

He grabs your hips and yanks you to the end of the bed. You let out a sound of surprise and he laughs. "Are you already screaming? I haven't even started."

You blush at his words. You've never been more turned on than you are right now. Eddie grabs something from his pocket and then pulls his hair back into a loose bun. A few curls fall loose before he drops to his knees before you. The whole room shifts at the sight of him between your legs.

He touches your tights, his fingertips soft on your skin. He opens your legs in a quick sudden movement. He can't help himself, he looks at what's beneath your skirt.

"Oh, sweetheart. I can see how wet you are for me. Your white panties give you away." His eyes flick up to yours. "I love how ready you are for me." His thumbs make small circles on the inside of your thighs as he tightens his grip.

"Don't tease me." You say. Desperate for his next move.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. "Where are your manners?"

"Please. Please don't tease me."

He sighs. "Good girl."

He plants a kiss on the inside of your thigh. You are aching for him, the heat between your legs is going to burn the whole damn room down. He moves up your thigh, leaving more kisses and then he bites you. It's not too hard, and the pain is more pleasurable than anything else. You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips.

His hands slide up and under your skirt, wrapping around your hips. His rings are cold against your skin. He flips your skirt up, revealing your panties. He looks up at you and you think you might climax at the sight of him.

"I know you begged me not to tease you, but daddy makes the rules here." He winks.

You almost jump at the sudden feeling of his thumb brushing down over your panties, right where you need him. Even with the thin fabric separating his touch from your skin it still has you melting in pleasure. "Oh god." You moan.

"Mm, so sensitive," Eddie says.

He rubs his thumb up and down, and you slide your hips down trying to add more friction. Eddie pulls his hand back.

"Naughty girl." He smirks.

"Eddie, please."

His finger slides up your hip and he slips one finger under the fabric of your panties. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad." Your answer.

And before you can take your next breath Eddie rips your panties off. He's smiling, proud of how smooth that was. You're trying to catch your breath, but you can't because you're now completely naked beside the skirt around your waist. "I want to touch you before I taste you."

Eddie's finger brushes over your clit, so gently that you want to fucking scream. He's teasing you and you can't take it. But before you can say anything he surprises you by sliding his finger inside you. You throw your head back and let out a moan.

"Good girl. I want to hear you."

And you let him. He moves his finger in and out of you, slowly going faster. Just as you're getting used to the rhythm, he adds another finger. God, it feels good.

"Eddie." You breathe

"You like that?" He asks with a smile on his face, watching every move you make. He's turned on by how much you like it. His thumb works with him, rubbing your clit as he moves his fingers deeper inside of you.

It feels so fucking good and you need more. He might pull away like he did last time, but it's worth the risk. You start moving your hips with his fingers.

"Ride my fingers. Show me how bad you need it." He says.

And fuck. You need it so badly. Your whole body is vibrating with pleasure. And then he stops. You open your eyes and look down. He licks his fingers and smiles at you. "You taste so good." And then he replaces his fingers with his mouth.

He drags his tongue up your center and you think you might die right there. "Fuck. Oh my god!"

His tongue is following the road map of your desire and you are in a state of euphoria. You are making sounds that you have never made before and you feel out of control of your own body.

He sucks and moves his tongue in ways you didn't know were possible. He brings back his fingers, adding to the already intense pleasure rushing through your body in waves.

"Eddie!" The only word you can shout. The words that you're getting close to your climax fall short on your lips. But he knows you are because he slows and stops.

"Wait, no!" You sit up on your elbows, a little dizzy and desperate for more.

"Relax baby. I don't want you to just ride my fingers." He laughs standing up and pulling off his shirt.

His tattooed chest and bare waist have you falling back on the bed. His black jeans hug his hips in all the right places, illuminating the deep v-cut and drawing your attention to the line of hair below his navel.

"The way you're looking at me has me so fucking hard." He groans.

"Good. The way I want you." You say smiling.

You sit up and grab the waistband of his jeans, looking up at him through your lashes. You slowly unbutton his jeans. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric. Hard for you. His jeans slip off easily and then you grab his boxers.

"Atta girl." He's looking down at you with dark lustful eyes.

You pull his boxers down and almost gasp. He's so big and so ready for you. You want him buried in you, but first, you need to taste him. Wrapping your hand around his cock feels powerful and the sound that comes out of his mouth, at just your touch, sends a wave of confidence you've never had. You bring your mouth to him and look up. You want to see what pleasure looks like on him.

"Fuck! That feels good." He drops his head back and wraps his hand in your hair.

You swirl your tongue around him and he moans. It's the sexiest thing you've ever heard. His hand grips your hair tighter as you move him in and out of your mouth.

"Let me fuck your mouth, baby." He says looking down at you. His curls fall around his face.

You relax your jaw and allow it. He moves his hips and pulls your hair, slightly moving your head back to open your throat. He works with your mouth, thrusting deeper and sending him closer to the edge. He's moaning and cursing, and you've never heard anything hotter than that.

"Your mouth feels so good around my cock." He groans. "But I need more." He pulls out of your mouth and grabs your chin, looking down at you. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Yes, daddy." You crawl onto the bed and look back at him.

He smiles as he admires you from behind, slipping on a condom. He comes up behind you slowly. His hand touches your lower back and moves to your ass, flipping your skirt up."You are so damn perfect." He slaps your ass and you jump lightly. He rubs the spot he slapped and he laughs. "You like that, don't you?" And before you can answer he slaps you again. You bite your lip to conceal a moan.

He presses down on your back, making you arch your ass higher. You feel his cock pressed against your ass and your breathing increases. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take your ass another night." He glides his cock down, past your ass, and right to the spot where you're aching for him.

He teases you. Moving his head down, pressing it against the bundle of nerves. You arch further and move back against his cock. He lets you and you grind against him.

"Let me hear you." He says while using the hand on your hip to move you harder against him.

You let out a moan that you were holding back. And he likes that so he repays you for your good behavior by giving you exactly what you want.

Eddie brings his cock to your pussy and thrusts, deep and hard into you. You both cry out. You grip the bed and he grabs your hips, the cold rings pressing hard against your hot skin.

"Holy shit, you're so wet and tight." He moans.

He's moving in and out, deeper and faster. You're lost in the feeling. You press your face against the mattress, moaning. Eddie grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls. It's hard, but not painful. You're overwhelmed with pleasure, he feels so good. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Look how well you're taking me."

You start to tremble as he reaches around and rubs your clit. He pushes deeper inside you from behind. The sounds he is making are sending you closer to the edge.

"Eddie, oh my god!" You say breathlessly.

You push back against him. You both move so well together, making it harder and deeper than before.

"Come with me, baby," he asks out of breath.

And you do. You both reach climax, shaking and trembling. It's intense and so fucking good. You drop to the mattress and he falls beside you. You're both trying to catch your breath, still riding the high.

Eddie looks over at you, laughing as he tries to catch his breath. "Damn, sweetheart."

You laugh too and brush back the hair from your face. "Well, this was unexpected."

It wasn't unexpected that you were going to have a one-night stand tonight. That was your plan coming to this party, but it was unexpected that it was with Eddie Munson. And it was unexpected that you'd enjoy it this much.

"That was too good to only happen once." He smirks.

Fuck. He's right. Now that you've had a taste of him, you need more. Eddie might have become your newest addiction.

#eddie munson #eddie munson halloween #eddie munson ghostface #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #Eddie Munson Halloween oneshots #ghostface Eddie Munson #eddie munson smut

[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 31 ➡ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐄. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. modern au.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @baelien-queen asked: Hi!! Hope you’re well!! Can I please ask for Day 31 of your kinktober event with a f!reader x kid. Love the idea of kid and his partner spicing it up in the bedroom 😭😍 thank you ❤️❤️❤️ Have a good day!! 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. fingering. you challenge kid, he shows you can't do that. costumes. mirror sex. squirting. rough. totally consented. 𝐰𝐜: 640 ➡ hentober masterlist

“I tell you, there is no need for this...” “oh no, there is. I will make you cum in less than 2 minutes. You will see” “I was joking Kid, you c- ngh… fuck Kid!”

You had chosen "problems" the moment you wore that tiny costume for Halloween. You had chosen "death", however, when out of your mouth the words “I don’t need another man, I can make myself cum faster than you or any other” came out.

You like Kid being jealous sometimes, but, the way he protested against your clothes weren’t just right.

The tulle white skirt with a bow over the small of your back, the sinched corset and your cleavage so exposed. A sexy bride, or a sexy zombie bride. Who knows? Kid is both aroused and jealous, he doesn’t really care what you are.

His hands are now around your body, pulling you from behind to sit you over his lap. In front of you, the mirror of your room, your squirming motions and his arms spreading your legs so violently reflecting on it.

“Stay this way. And let me show you I can make you cum faster than yourself… and better” he grunts, so arrogantly, undeniably hard underneath the bow garnishing your ass.  

“Is this really necessary? I was mad I didn’t me-“ “Of course it is, shut up” he scoffs, pulling aside your white matching tiny panties. Kidd discovers your core getting wet, nothing arouses you more than him being possessive and rough with you, like a beast wanting to protect his mating press.

Finger tips that begin to play with your honeys, forming strings in between them. “Wet, wet wet…” he murmurs, taking his index to his lips to taste you. His eyes never leave yours on the reflection, and it makes you shiver. How can a man be so hot and aggressive at the same time?

He sucks his own finger so well, delighted with your flavour. And that same finger goes down, straight inside your sex with no mercy. “Oops!” he laughs, as you spasms hard with his intrusion. “Kid- I swear to God you are gonna kill me” you scold him, biting your lip because he has touched the perfect spot without even trying.

“No, not kill… make you cum!” he screams as he goes in and out this time even more violently and fast. Faster, until your clenching walls beg for more and he adds fingers one by one. His beckoning motions, pressing your belly down just to stimulate so perfectly, to make you lose full control of your own body.

And he is damn right, he is gonna make you cum not only faster, but better and uncontrollably, than anyone, even than yourself.

“I can’t- I stop I will-“ you whine, feeling how his arm also gets covered by your unstoppable fluids. You take a look at him over the mirror, with his three fingers inside you, pumping hard, hitting you harder. Kid’s smirk so perversely garnishing his face, showing you how much he is enjoying the way he is ripping, forcing an orgasm in your own body.

You can’t compete, you can’t stop him. You just let him continue, you just let him destroy you and make you burst. And you do, with your eyes white, the back of your head resting on the crook of his neck, your nails carved on his muscular arm.

“Fuck, ngh… Kidd…” you moan, annoyed but exploding, getting even the mirror wet. “That’s it, come! I told you I could make you come faster and better!! But, it’s not over, baby…” he laughs, lifting you up while you keep contorting and coming just to lower the zipper of his jeans.

“Now, let me make you cum even faster with my dick buried well deep inside of you” “Shit- sh-yes Kidd…”

#eustass kid x reader #sashi-ya #eustasscaptainkid #hentober #kinktober 2022 #one piece #kinktober #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sashi ya #eustass kidd #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid x you #eustass kid #one piece fanfiction #one piece kid #kid one piece

[leeknowlover99]

Singles inferno with enhypen hyung line episode 3 inferno

previous part masterlist next part

pairings: heesung x reader, jay x reader, sunghoon x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: flirting, mentions of making out, anxiety, swearing, y/n is a bit indecisive

bright sun woke you up after staff pulled up the blinds. you blinked twice and realized where you are. all the memories coming back to you rapidly, arriving at inferno, first meal, couple matching, car ride with Heesung, dinner, swimming at night, Heesung’s lip on your while you made out in the kitchen. wait did that really happen? maybe it was just a dream? projection of your tired and overstimulated brain. you got so caught in your thoughts that the staff had to repeat themselves for the third time until you realized they are speaking to you.

“y/n please start getting ready. we’ll start filming you now. breakfast in 30 minutes!” someone rushed you to get up.

still very much in the haze you climbed out of your bed and headed to the bathroom. you quickly locked the door behind you. great, they were going to start filming right away so you had no chance of talking with Heesung about what happened at night. you started washing your face trying to get your brain to think faster. it was real. you knew it was. you still felt his burning touch and sweet taste of his lips. you immediately felt hot at the memory. now you needed the cold shower.

when you left the bathroom Heesung was already sitting in your bedroom fully dressed, styling his hair in front of the mirror.

“hi pretty” he greeted you with a bright smile.

“hi Hee” you smiled trying not to panic and went to grab your outfit. you packed short jeans skirt and corset for today. quite bold but you loved that combination. it looked super good on your body. after you got dressed you joined Heesung in front of the mirror to do your make up.

“wow look at you stunning as always. and we kinda matching” he winked at you. he was right, your skirt was matching with his dark blue shirt.

“is that destiny?” you decided to flirt just as he would.

“we’ll have to find out” he gazed at you with dark eyes. seems like memories from last night got to him too.

breakfast was such a feast, fruits, yogurts, pancakes, bacon, eggs - so many delicious things. you ate in silence sending each other knowing smiles and gazes. you wondered what will viewers think about your change of behavior compared to last evening.

“guys please talk, we need to make some content” director urged you finally.

you both laughed a little bit embarrassed but complied.

“so did you enjoy the last night?” Heesung asked with playful glint in his eyes.

you did not miss how he used word “night” specifically. you were sure what he was referring to.

“i enjoyed it more than i would like to admit” you answered munching on some mango.

“oh really?” he raised one eyebrow. “i enjoyed it too. a lot”

he grabbed a strawberry and handed it to you, you took a bite hesitantly surprised by his action. his fingers gently touched your lips as he was feeding you. it sent shivers down your spine, straight to your core.

“i’m wondering how coming back to inferno will be. i hope we spend a lot of time together.”

his words made something flatter in your stomach. but before you could respond loud announcement disturbed your breakfast.

“y/n you can’t come back to inferno with Heesung today” the voice said.

you mouth dropped and you looked at each both shocked and worried. did they found out about your kiss? are they going to expel you from the show? you started sweating. but were you the only one to blame?

“y/n new contestant is waiting for you in the lobby. please come back to inferno with him” voice continued.

Heesung eyes widened same as yours.

“what the fuck?” you asked surprised. Heesung looked angry now.

“what about me?” he asked.

“i have no idea what is going on.”

you were both mad confused. will Heesung have to come back alone? or will he even come back? you started to get worried.

“y/n you need to leave in ten” director urged you.

breakfast was abandoned, you quickly started to grab your stuff from around the apartment. many different emotions were stirring in your belly. you felt a tingle of excitement to meet the new contestant. but at the same time you were anxious and didn’t want to leave Hee.

„i don’t want you to go” he whined lying down in bed.

“i don’t want to be separated from you Hee, but we’ll see each other soon right?” you weren’t really sure.

“i guess” he didn’t look convinced. “don’t fall for another guy” he joked.

“and who said i fell for you?” you laughed.

“take care pretty” he said goodbye looking at you with a serious expression. for the moment you thought he was going to kiss you but then he stepped back and waved.

you made your way downstairs. bitter excitement buzzing in your veins. you carried your bag through the lobby. cameras shooting you from every angle. you felt like the star. white cabriolet waited for you in front of the hotel. inside you saw a sun kissed blonde guy in sunglasses. when he spotted you he immediately hopped off and opened the door for you.

“hello, i’m park jongseong, you can call me jay.” he introduced himself and you took a closer look at him.

he was very handsome and looked super cool with his precisely styled blond roots and undercut.

“hi, nice to meet you, i’m y/n” you responded sitting down in the car. Jay closed the door and circled the car to get in.

“what a way to make an entrance as a new contestant” you pointed at the elegant car. it looked expensive.

“a new contestant ?” he looked at you confused. “i thought it was you.”

you looked at him awkwardly. you had no idea what he meant.

“i joined yesterday with everyone, went to paradise and today they asked to leave my date and meet new person” you explained.

Jay’s eyes widened at your words.

“what the heck? it was the same for me!” he exclaimed.

“you were in inferno?” you looked at him questioning. was he trying to prank you?

“yes, me and other four people.”

“four?” you raised an eyebrow. “in my inferno there was six. everyone went to paradise.”

“wait does that mean there are two infernos?” he asked cautiously after few moments.

you thought about it for a second. it must be it, there’s no other explanation.

“looks like it” you confirmed quietly shocked at the discovery.

“we’ll find out for sure soon..”

you were still frozen from shock. Jay leaned over you, grabbed the seatbelt and fastened it for you. it made you blush involuntarily, he emanated such a masculine energy.

“let’s go?” he asked.

you nodded and he started the car.

“so they are separating the couples now? that’s interesting.” you commented after you drove for few minutes.

“not much separating on our side, me and Jia were the only couple.”

“oh really??” it meant you’re going to meet a lot of new people who hasn’t have a date yet.

“this season is so intense. so many things happening! i’m excited to find out what’s next” Jay started sharing. “i was actually surprised that there were only 5 persons, now it makes sense.”

“yeah i was wondering the same. also our island looks completely different. it’s very wild and hilly, there was a lot of walking.”

“oh so you’re going to enjoy my inferno. there are two beautiful beaches. i can’t wait to see sunset there, must be beautiful” his voice was soft and dreamy. you knew him for 15 minutes but already started to like his aura. it was so different from Heesung’s.

“but did you enjoy your evening in paradise?” you were too curious not to ask.

“the room was so pretty, super luxurious. and i ate delicious food. so it was pretty cool overall.”

“but did you enjoy the company?” you continued.

“hahah it was alright.” he didn’t seem very enthusiastic. “and you?”

“i really loved swimming at night, view was amazing. we had a good time.” you did not lie but also did not reveal too much. you knew you should be careful with your words.

“oh we didn’t go swimming, but we were in the spa, massage was great” he explained.

“that must’ve been so nice. if i ever go to paradise again i want to try it too” you got excited, you’ve never been in a spa, always too busy, but wanted to experience it since forever.

“i’m more than sure that you’ll go again” Jay answered and looked at you, keeping his eyes on your for few seconds. you felt heat both at his words and gaze. was he sending you a message? or are you reading into it too much? you wondered.

“we’re here” he announced as you made it to the helicopter. you unbuckled your seatbelt and starting getting up but he stopped you gently grabbing your wrist. it was first time you touched and you felt a jolt of excitement. “wait i’ll open the door for you.” he simply said.

Jay also took your bag, refusing your protests.

“it’s heavy, i got this, don’t worry” he assured.

you started walking towards the helicopter, but then you noticed something unusual.

“wait is someone already sitting inside?” you spotted a tall figure in there.

“hm looks like it.” Jay looked as surprised as you. “go in first” he gave you a helping hand and you stepped inside meeting the gaze with none other than Park Sunghoon.

“y/n hi” he waved visibly excited to see you.

“Sunghoon hi. what are you doing here?” you asked surprised but happy to see a familiar face.

Jay got inside the helicopter too and him and Sunghoon stared at each other in silence for the moment.

“i don’t think we met. i’m Jay” he spoke first.

“Sunghoon, nice to meet you.” he responded and looked at you question in his eyes.

“apparently there’s a second inferno. and we’re going there now” you started explaining.

“i was in paradise last night with a different girl but today they told me to pick up y/n from lobby and come back with her.” Jay added.

Sunghoon eyes widened.

“are you serious? that’s crazy!!”

“yeah i’m still shocked” you screamed as you already started going up and noise was making it hard to hear each other. “but where’s Soo-ah?”

“i think she left to our inferno. they told me that i’m not coming back with her and i should come down to the lobby.”

“ahh okay”

rest of the flight was spend in the silence. all three of you contemplating the new reality. it was only the second day and already so much was happening. you were sitting sandwiched between two super attractive males, and in the night you were making out with another one. it all felt crazy. too many thoughts were buzzing in your head, it felt like a helicopter was in your head too.

it felt like flight literally lasted only few seconds. you arrived at the island and it looked so different from the previous one. much smaller and less hilly. Jay continued being a gentleman and helped you get off the helicopter safely. now he was carrying your bag as all three of you were walking along the stony beach.

“wow it’s so pretty here” you awed looking around.

“it’s so cool. ours feels like a real inferno in comparison” Sunghoon agreed with you, also looking around with wide eyes.

“damn it must be really bad there. everyone is going to be so stunned when they see you. i bet they are not expecting it” Jay commented.

“i’m excited to meet everyone!” you felt curious about the remaining three contestants. you and Sunghoon were so lucky, you are going to know almost everyone now. only Jia staying a mystery. Jay offered you an arm as you were climbing up to the area where everyone was sitting. three figures were waiting for you at the long table. their heads turned in curiosity as you started getting closer.

“what’s going on?”

“oh my god”

you heard their voices as they realized that Jay came back without Jia but with two new people. you made it to the table and met their confused faces. it made you chuckle.

“Jay what is this?” asked a girl dressed in a float flowery dress.

“everyone meet Y/N and Sunghoon” he introduced you.

“i’m Yuri, nice to meet you” the flower girl responded first.

“hi, i’m Harin” said skinny girl with strong facial features, she was stunning. your first thought was that she must be a model.

“i’m soobin” the tall guy introduced himself. he seemed quite reserved but his half smile was adorable.

“they came from the second inferno” Jay dropped the bomb and proceeding to explain what’s going on.

they were all shocked and taken back. you told them the whole story while watching their surprised faces with amusement. it was so exciting. you noticed that Yuri was the most talkative and charming one out of the group while Harin and Soobin were hiding their emotions more and speaking less. Sunghoon also wasn’t talking a lot. you were wondering if he would prefer to be in your inferno instead of here.

after most of the questions were answered you decided it’s time for some rest before lunch. girls invited you to their room and you followed them. the place was small but cozy. three mattresses and little bed tables. girls said you can take Jia’s bed for now so you made yourself comfortable. you were glad you are finally able to rest a bit. this day was the crazy ride from the start.

“Y/N tell us all about the second inferno. it was three guys and three girls right?” Yuri immediately started the investigation sitting close to you. Harin kept her distance and sat by the opposite wall.

“yes, so you know me and sunghoon, i was in paradise with Heesung, he’s very playful and charming. Sunghoon went with Soo-ah, i would describe her as outgoing and loud” you tried to find words for a good synonym of annoying. but maybe you were just biased because Sunghoon seemed to like her. “and the third pair was Jake and Mina. Jake is very friendly, has like a golden retriever energy. and Mina is pretty much the same, super cool. i think they match really well.”

“wow, i really want to meet them now!” Yuri said with dreamy eyes. “but how was paradise? i was sad that i couldn’t go.”

“paradise was great, we had such a huge apartment with full windows. the view was insane. we ate a lot of good food and went swimming. it was a bit cold but nevertheless quite fun. so overall it was super cool. i hope you’ll be able to go soon!”

“how was Heesung?” now Harin asked the question.

“he’s so fun to be around, very flirty. i really had a good time with him” you tried to keep your answer short.

“but did he make your heart beat faster” Yuri continued questioning leaning in towards you.

“i guess” you responded hesitantly.

“ohhhh” the both giggled.

“and Sunghoon? do you think he likes the girl he went with?” Harin wondered.

“hm it’s hard to tell, but they seemed to click immediately in inferno” you responded.

“ah, he’s so in my type!” she confessed.

“it’s only day one, everything can change. but now you tell me about what’s up in this paradise!” you prompted them.

“Jia is the most beautiful person we’ve ever seen and she was so magnetic. the boys fell for her hard” Harin rolled her eyes at Yuris answer.

“yeah we didn’t have the chance.”

“ohh interesting, but Jay didn’t seem super enthusiastic when i asked.” you wondered out loud.

“‘maybe he wanted to keep it to himself or something” she shrugged.

“we were here all evening with Soobin but he’s very quiet, we didn’t talk much.” Yuri continued.

“maybe he needs some time to warm up” you made a guess.

“maybe, i hope he does. he’s quite cute.”

before lunch directors invited you to film an interview. they asked you multiple questions about paradise with Heesung, meeting Jay and arriving in second inferno. you were exhausted at the end of it trying to come up with the most honest but proper answers. after you were done you decided to stay at the beach where they were filming you and watch the sea. water was shining in the sunlight, like there was a million diamonds in it. soft waves were crashing against the rocks, pleasant sound of water filling your ears. you were trying to process all that was happening. even though only few hours passed you missed Heesung, you felt more secure when he was around. now it felt like you were left alone. you wondered what he was doing, was he as confused as you? or maybe everything was easy for him? you felt sharp stabbing in your chest when you thought about the possibility of him falling for Jia. she seemed amazing from girls stories. maybe she’ll make him forget you. you tried to push these thoughts away and focus on the present. you had the opportunity to get to know Sunghoon now. after all he was the one who caught your eye first. but he did seemed a bit reserved. you met his eyes few times as you were talking at the table but he always quickly broke the eye contact. and there was also the fact that Harin was interested in him too. you still wanted to talk with him though. but there was also Jay. he made a great first impression on you and was able to keep it. so good looking and such a gentleman, he was making your heart flatter. but again he was in paradise with Jia and you wondered if he liked it. maybe he didn’t want anyone disturbing him now. you were walking along the beach and over analyzing everything. you wish things were more simple for you but you were always the type of person who hyper fixated on things and analyzed too much. it is supposed to be fun. just do what you feel like at the moment. you reminded yourself.

you were about to head back to girls when you noticed someone walking towards you. you squinted your eyes to recognize the person. it was Jay.

“hey y/n! i brought an umbrella so you don’t get sunburnt” he said approaching you and opened an umbrella for you.

“thank you, i completely forgot about it” you laughed.

“what are you doing here all alone?”

“i think i just needed a little break. to be alone and breath, so much happened today, it’s crazy” you explained. you felt comfortable around Jay and you trusted him enough to be completely honest.

“ahh i see, understandable. so are you an I?”

“yeah hahah, i need my alone time to recharge.” you smiled. “and you? you look like an E.”

“good guess. but i still get you. sometimes i’m exhausted after socializing too much.”

“but the view of the sea calmed me down. it’s so pretty here. it almost doesn’t feel like an inferno” you admitted. you were already feeling a little bit better and conversation with Jay was helping as well.

“wait for the food and you will change your mind. and by the way lunch will be soon so i think we should head back to others.”

“oh right, let’s go.”

lunch was no where near the feast you had in paradise but it wasn’t bad - chicken and cucumbers. you peeled cucumbers with Yuri and Jay while others opened chicken cans and prepared water.

“i guess cucumber is better than carrot” Sunghoon laughed.

“ah i want to go to the paradise and eat all the delicious food” Yuri pouted.

“it’s so good trust me, i had steak yesterday and it was one of the best i’ve even tried” Jay shared.

“ah don’t talk about steak now, we’re miserable in here” Soobin nudged him playfully.

“the longer you spend in inferno the sweeter paradise will be” Harin said.

“i think i miss coffee the most” Yuri added.

“iced coffee would be so perfect now, it’s way too hot in here” you commented.

“yeah morning and evening is good but the middle of the day is like hell.”

suddenly an announcement interrupted your conversations.

“singles there will be couple matching today. it will start in an hour.”

you almost choked on your cucumber, Sunghoon patting your back to help you.

“thank you” you smiled at him.

“yah this is crazy! how are we supposed to chose someone!” Yuri exclaimed.

“we need to talk with others now so we can decide better” Harin proposed.

“yeah i think it would be good to talk more. we barely got any time” Jay agreed.

“Sunghoon can we talk first?” Harin made her move.

in a span of minutes everyone coupled up to have some quick conversation. at first you were left at the table with Soobin. you made some small talk, but you didn’t really feel the flow between you two. he was cute and handsome but not your type. you felt a bit awkward talking to him. next Jay approached you.

“Y/N let’s go for a walk” you agreed with a smile.

you felt more comfortable in his company and topics naturally came up during conversation.

“ahh it’s so amazing that you like to cook, i wouldn’t say i’m a master chef but really like it too. but i am not that much of a baker” you were babbling.

“i don’t have much occasions to bake but definitely want to try it too in the future. i was thinking about making cinnamon rolls.”

“i love cinnamon rolls!” you jumped in excitement.

“i’m getting all hungry from that conversation. i hope i’ll get to eat something delicious in paradise today.” you didn’t miss the allusion this time.

“me too. i want to order some sea food” you smiled at him.

“fingers crossed for good food today” he joked as you made your way back from the walk.

Sunghoon was waiting for you next to girls room.

“let’s get inside and hide from the sun” he invited you when you and Jay parted your ways.

“did you talk with everyone already?” you asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

“yeah and you?” Sunghoon plopped down next to you.

“i did too. so much is happening it’s hard to keep up.”

“it’s a bit overwhelming. but for me i immediately feel if i could like someone or not” Sunghoon confessed.

“hm so have you decided already?”

“not yet” he turned his head towards you keeping intense eye contact. his face was so unreal, he looked like a sculpted god. “did you enjoy paradise with Heesung?”

“it was fun” you kept your answer short. “and you with Soo-ah?”

“it was good, it made me realize something” oh he was being mysterious. you couldn’t figure him out. “did you talk with the girls?”

“yeah we had a whole gossip sesh” you laughed.

“hahaha i knew it! i told the boys that you probably know everything now. but don’t worry we chatted with the boys too.”

“so you know who likes who?” you raised your eyebrow studying his face.

“i might know some things. but i won’t tell. bro code is real.”

“i guess that’s good. it means you can keep a secret.”

“of course i can. don’t ever offend me like that” he nudged you playfully.

“sorry sir, my bad” you nudged him back.

loud knocking on the door interrupted your laugh.

“sunghoon, y/n time to chose. write the name of the person you want to go with on the ticket and throw it in the mailbox.” director explained to you handing you paper and pen.

you had five minutes to make a decision. you considered it for a bit but decided not to give it too much thought and went with your gut feeling. you wrote the name of the person and threw the ticket in the box. now you could only hope he had chosen you as well.

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[aestheticsarereal]

With the Band

a/n: I saw the video of Joe and had to do this. I would love to go to shows and meet artists with this man. I know music means a lot to him. Also I had to make the girlfriend a concert photographer, I HAD TO. Anyways enjoying this sweet moment<3 I do not give permission to repost my work anywhere!

pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!photographer reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: just fluff and a bit of swearing!

You can still remember the look on Joseph’s face when he got the call from his manager. Metallica wanted to invite him out to their headlining show at Lollapalooza 2022 in Chicago. You were convinced he was like a little boy on Christmas. He was bouncing up and down the walls for weeks. Working logistics out, he was able to score a backstage pass for you as well because he wanted his best girl to experience this with him. 

Sure you had been to plenty of shows with Joe, especially Haim shows as he was good friends with the youngest Alana. But meeting a legendary band the both of you grew up on, you couldn’t help but feel over the moon. Premieres, press junkets and cons later you finally found yourself in the bustling city of Chicago. The sweltering heat was no joke as you were grateful you packed a plethora of shorts, skirts and dresses. Your hotel room wasn’t too far from the festival grounds and you could see the crowds forming outside the venue. 

“It doesn’t feel real,” he murmured as you walked up next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your chin resting barely on his shoulder as you looked out the window towards the city’s busy landscape. “Well you aren’t dreaming that’s for sure. You worked hard for this. Everything. Not just meeting the band but the fans, the love, the attention. I know your worth and so do you.” His hands threaded with yours and the two of you stayed there a bit. 

One of the many people on his team came knocking, letting the both of you know that it had been time to head to the music fest. “It’s now or never, rockstar.” 

The car ride consisted of Joe practicing different jokes, lots of head banging and air guitars. Metallica blasted through the speakers of the Cadillac Escalade that held his team. You could tell he was getting nervous with the way his leg was bouncing up and down and he had been biting his thumb nail. “Hey, it’s alright baby. They are gonna love you Joe. The love that the show has brought to the Metallica fans is astounding. They would be crazy not to!” “No I know, it’s just that these guys are absolute legends and they have done so much.” “I will be right by your side, you know this.” 

His hand was tightly held in yours as badges were checked in and security got through the both of you and his team. These green and lavender fabric wristbands adorned everyone’s wrists with the words “Backstage Pass” embroidered on it. It felt surreal as the two of you walked over to the private areas restricted for artists. His hand squeezing yours as signs littered with “Metallica” were becoming more apparent. “It’s all happening,” you whispered in his ear as you were jumping up and down. 

A security guard told you two to wait for a minute while the band got situated. His eyes went wide in disbelief as he looked around. “Holy shit we are meeting Metallica. Fuckin’ Metallica babe,” he was going mental and it made you giggle at how excited he was becoming. That’s when he went quiet. You turned around to see a face pop around the corner. Long, curly, gray hair was falling everywhere around his face. Kirk Hammet. “Hey guys! Come in and meet the rest of the crew!” It was all happening. 

Lars, James, Kirk and Robert were all there in person. You just knew you looked like a young fangirl. Joe was in a practical button up and his favorite Levi jeans paired with some worn down tan boots. You on the other hand were in a faux black leather skirt that laces up on either side. Yet, the show stopper was a corset made from a ‘Master of Puppets’ shirt. All of this paired with your favorite pair of Docs. 

They had all been there in their ‘metal glory’. The lead singer stepped up taking your boyfriend’s hand, “You’re taller than on TV!” Everyone erupted in laughter as introductions were thrown around and compliments were starting to get mixed together. 

The 6 of you got settled in as filming crews were plastered around to capture this gracious experience on behalf of Netflix. James and Joe immediately started going back and forth about the show and the previous seasons. You and the rest of the band watched in awe. It was unlike any other meet and greet you had done with artists. Kirk had one of his guitars cradled in his hands as he struck up a conversation with you. “Hey I understand you’re a photographer?” 

This took you by surprise. “Y-yea I am! I met Joseph at a show I was working at actually!” The two of you started comparing anecdotes once James gave his thanks to your British lover when you and the 59 year old guitarist joined in along with the group. “Oh my god that was what we practically heard for two years,” you quipped up. Nodding in agreement, he added,”We feel sort of connected to you guys.” The conversation felt like it lasted an eternity when Robert pondered a great question, “You wanna jam with us?” 

The flustered man to your left spouted an answer of being a bit ‘rusty’ and joked how he might need a lesson or two. The nearly 40 year old band led the way to the tuning room where the in-ears and guitars and basses were held. Drum kits with picks and sticks were everywhere. It was truly a music lover's dream. “We even got you a pair of in-ears.Not sure if you’ve used them but now you are officially a rockstar,” James explained. You sat on the other side of the room to see the love of your life get to play amongst musical geniuses. 

Pictures and videos were being taken as you wanted to freeze this moment in time. Lars gave a 4 count to the  beginning of the song as the three guitarists synced and Robert plucked at the strings of his bass. The all too familiar song flooded your ear canals and you moshed your head in time with the beat. As much as the two of you were repeating this, it truly was surreal. 

A wide grin spread across his face as the song came to a stop but he was over the moon. He let out one of his famous giggles as Lars announced into one of the cameras that Metallica was now suiting up to be a 5 piece. Joining your boyfriend with the rest of the band, Robert brought out a rather large but flat case. Gasps from Joe and you filled the room as you clapped in surprise. 

An exact replica of the NJ Warlock by B.C. Rich Guitar was gifted to your boyfriend as he dropped to his knees in a whirlwind of emotions. Your hands intrinsically went under his arms to bring him back to his feet. Tears started slipping down your face as you couldn’t hide your happiness for him. Just the kindness and atmosphere the band created for him was incredible. 

“Well we could sign it for you and fuck it all up,” James nonchalantly offered. Your eyes shot straight to his, answering before  your boyfriend could. “Would you mind?” A silver sharpie was being brought out as Joseph held the guitar for more stability as each member one by one autographed the special gift. 

It was unspoken that pictures had to be taken. The band and Joseph. The band and you. Then  eventually the lot of you. 

The guitar had been gently placed back in the case as it was already being shipped back to his flat across the Atlantic. Graces, goodbyes and words of luck were exchanged in regards to the show later in the evening. Hugs and handshakes were the last thing that connected you and the band before leaving. 

Small tears were coating your boyfriend’s cheeks as you walked back to your designated area. “That was incredible and I am so proud of you,” you whispered as you pulled him in for a tight and warming hug. “Most metal ever,” he mumbled. The two of you let out small laughs as he rested his forehead on yours. 

“Let’s head to the stage, rockstar.”

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[rreskk]

The moment I saw you and some other amazing tumblr accounts writing about gothssssss OMGMMGMGMG. Okay okay okay, I'm sorry but this request is kind of weird. Fem reader who's a goth with Trevor. Blood kink? pls? and like the reader is lowkey dom but still sub?? The reader has like a vampire kink basically or whatv. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT I FEEL LIKE YOULL DO GREAT. THANK YOU SM

And all the goth lovers have RISEN FROM THE DEAD! Welcome to the land of living corpses my loves ;)

Summary: Trevor loves himself a girl with dark senses.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Goth Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1777 (I should of made if 1666 for the vibe lol)

It wasn’t really a thought during the time. While his finger would constantly cry to rip your fishnets, freeing whatever surprise you had under this extravagant exterior, he wouldn’t mind either outcomes. This was just some random guy you had been seduced by when clubbing. His dirty tongue and provocative lips; how could you refuse? He was a human meat chamber for your hunger. Nonetheless, he was absolutely handsome. There was this unnatural aura to this man who claimed to be some-sort of sinner. By the way he’d beg for your pussy, maybe he was a sinner. A strong sinner.

He was called Trevor.

Trevor Philips

A likely hot-heated freak you’ve wrapped around your finger after a night of exploring Satan’s backrooms. Remembering the way he moaned your name as your hands pulled onto his godforsaken hair – well… What was left of his hair. Even if he was such an awful person, that doesn’t stop you from seeing him every now and then. Besides, he loves himself a gothic woman such as you. He’s never explored a lady with such darkness to her, that he’s simply addicted.

-

Tonight was like no-other night. You’ve found yourself pressing your heavy boots upon his thigh, watching the way he crawled his hands up and down your fishnets and black skirt. His eyes were begging. He was like a puppy losing his mother.

“C’mon…” He whispered lowly, occasionally tugging on your tights, making one of the holes bigger by moment.

You trailed your sharp nails across his thinning hair and smiled. Trevor was relieved at your affection and fell into your palm until the nail pierced his scalp.

“Ah! – “ But his hiss was paused when you pressed kisses upon the now seeping blood. It oozed down to his scarred eyebrow, the sensation tickling his facial hairs. Trevor shivered. He wasn’t fazed at all, instead, he was extremely aroused. That bulge within his jeans had twitched; you saw it twitch crazily. It was like a rabid animal trying to free itself from his clothes.

You kissed away the trails of blood until smudges remained. His hands around your thighs squeezed tighter as he was getting very impatient. The poor man was on his knees, practically clinging to your legs. You’d find that he would try and take a sneak peak from under your skirt but of course, you kneed him away, earning a rather husky groan.

“[y/n]! You can’t be teasing me anymore,” Trevor grumbled at your sadistic behaviour, “Let me fuck you, yeah? A good fuck… Baby?”

“I’m enjoying myself. Are you not?” You uttered with his blood staining your lips.

“I am enjoying myself, sweets… But I’d be happier if you gave into me. C’mon, I know you just wanna have that thing ripped off you, yeah?”

You glanced down at your corset and airy shirt that he was referring to. While covered up, your bra was visible through the black, long-sleeved shirt. He had his sights fixated on it since the moment you had him kneeing. From his current height, the size of your breasts were huge. He’d have to lean back just to see your face, but that’s a problem he LOVEDhaving.

“I wanna see you.” He’d protest again, continuously.

“You want so much.”

“You offer so much.”

His snarky comment made you roll your eyes back. There wasn’t a fault in his words but the audacity was grudge-worthy. Still, he looked at you with innocence. That “please, honey?” expression never fails to make your legs a tiny bit weak. Who wouldn’t? Them brown eyes are not for the soft-minded. He uses them with the intent to shatter and dismantle the chosen prey; you.

“Fine…” You breathed, studying the way he slowly stood to his feet. Trevor painfully waited until he was hovering over you, due to his height. He smirked down and allowed his hands to reach the back of your corset.

You’d gasp. He ripped it open. Trevor’s scowl twitched as he used his arm strength to rip the ribbons, releasing the pressure it had on your outfit and stomach. It was thrown aside with a massive thump and he didn’t stop there, no way. He eagerly held the shirt over your head and removed that as well. You were shirtless before him.

“Mmm…” His teeth were gritting at the view of your bra and breasts. Your crucifix was buried between them. He pulled it out before sniffing the scent. He sniffed loudly, moaning at the smell.

“Trevor – “ Words were taken as he smashed his mouth against yours. The necklace dangled around your chest, his hands moving from your hips to your ass. He deepened the kiss until you were pressed against the nearby wall. That constant clutter and swaying of the picture frames, etc… It wasn’t a bother to him. As long as you were pressed against him, there wasn’t a worry in the world.

The make-out session had left you panting for air. Trevor threw off your bra and crucifix necklace, diving his face between your tits and licking the hell out of them. He’d murmur words of affirmation as you’d bite your tongue. His tongue was so nasty against your sensitive nipple, it was almost too good to be true.

“Oh, yes…” And the growing heat inside your lower tummy was growing feral. You needed him now. Your grinded your hips against his beasty boner that had managed to rest against the hem of his jeans.

Trevor cursed, “Fuck…” When you had grinded hard into him. The extra heat was menacing.

Your back was rubbing the wall since there was no obvious hints that a bed was going to be used. Instead, he lifted one of your legs up and torn the fishnets apart around your crotch area. He was panting at the desperation. Your skirt was lifted up and soon enough, your pussy was out in the open. And it was wetter than the ocean.

“Just how I fuckin’ like it, babe.” He smiled and shuffled his jeans down to his ankles. With your help, his erection came bursting from his pants. Your fingers gently massaged the tip as he foamed at the mouth with hot saliva. He stared into your eyes with pure desire that a few drools went unnoticed.

“C’mon, Trevor.”

“I’m coming… I’m comin’, babe.” His words dragged like he was barely sober. Suddenly the usage of alcohol and meth would kick in the second he was in contact with raging hormones.

Trevor lined up his penis, slapping your hand away with urgency. You smirked at his snappiness. He frowned when slapping your hand. That frown was oddly petty but disgustingly attractive. You couldn’t help yourself as you’d lean forward, sinking your teeth into his pulsing neck and making him thrumble relentlessly. Trevor tried to keep his composure, rubbing his penis against your sex but that stinging pain of your canines made him squawk.

“Shit! [y/n]!”

That didn’t stop you from sinking deeper. You waited and waited and waited until that iron taste of his blood (once again). He was left clinging to your chest and whimpering. Your teeth were too harsh on his fragile neck – that was now painted with crimson liquid. You refurnished yourself and stared forward.

“Sorry, baby… I couldn’t help myself.” You offered an apology like there wasn’t red colour around your lips and teeth.

Trevor looked bitter as fuck. He glared at your bravery. He wiped his neck and noticed the running blood dribbling down from the permanent bite mark.

“Fuck…” He murmured to himself, “That’s so fuckin’ hot…”

You were baffled when he licked your lips, tasting his own blood. He gave his tongue a click and grinned, he was satisfied.  

“Heh…” A nervous breath left your departed mouth before he kissed you again. During this kiss, he had thrusted his hips into yours, therefore, penetrating you – finally – with his own cock. The amount of times you moaned into his mouth as the pace was already unbearably fast. By all means, you were constantly slammed against the wall with his every thrust and recoil.

“TREVOR! – “

But he refused to stop kissing. It was an excruciating pleasure. Your make-up, that was already ruined from his kisses beforehand, had ended up caking him as well. Your red and black lipstick smudged all over his jaw and neck, your foundation leaving powdering splodges against his cheek and nose. When he did pull away, the make-up was mutual on both faces. It was almost like he was wearing more than you.

“That’s right… Oh, yeah! Fuck me!” Trevor proudly yelled when wrapping one of your legs around his waist to deepen the access to your pussy. You’d cry and squirm and moan and groan and fidget and sweat and pant and shriek.

“Harder!”

“Oh… That’s my fuckin’ girl!”

Until your hips were reddened, the thrusts were passionate still. There had to be rashes from his skin rubbing against yours constantly. You felt tingling and some burning, but it was blankly ignored since his dick was giving you the joy of a lifetime and more.

“Trevor! Trevor! Christ!” You hurried as the butterflies in your stomach grew intense. The beginning of your climax was happening and apparently he was experiencing the same. He was twitching non-stop, his eyes and his cock. You stroked a hand through his sweaty hair, tugging on a bundle before his body shook.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna! – “ Trevor kissed the corner of your mouth as he continued fucking you.

Momentarily, it came. You came, he came, the feeling came. It rushed. He hunched forward and pinned you against the poor wall as his cock squirted all on your skirt and tummy. You too had cum rushing out of your pussy, drizzling down your thighs and legs. In some parts, it stuck your fishnets to your skin (well, what’s remaining of them anyway).

“Fuckin’…” He struggled to breathe.

You bite your lip and rubbed the soreness of his neck, feeling his tension from looking down at your body. A small grumble responded to your affections and he simply carried you to the sofa. Your boots were torn off, so was your cum-stained skirt. Being left naked, he just climbed on top of you and sighed. His face found home between your breasts and it was clear, non-verbally, that was needed a good old-fashioned cuddle. Naked edition.

“There we go.” You softly kissed his forehead and allowed your body to finally rest.

“My neck hurts…” That muffle responded from between your boobs.

“I know, baby, I know…”

“Bite me more sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but grin, “Alright… As you wish.”

#grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips fanfiction #trevor philips headcanons #trevor philips/you #trevorphilips #grandtheftauto5 #grandtheftauto #my fanfic #my fanfic writing #my fanfiction #requests #thank you! #this one is a personal favourite now #my goth heart go BBRRRR

[zog-ma]

Knot

Will Poulter x fem!reader

I usually describe the reader as a midsize woman. no age, no skin color. I hope you like it.

synopsis: Will was invited to a business party, the theme was history fashion, and you were also invited to animate as a historical re-enactor.

You arrive early with your car full of dresses, accessories, and all your stuff for dressing up. Your group of the historical rat was contacted for animated an event in London, You usually arrive first because your dress takes a long time to take on and take off, without talking about the hairdressing.

The assistant picks you up in the parking lot, you grab some storage things and follow the guy into a small hall at the bottom of the basement. The staff helps you transform the small room into a dressing room and install the small wardrobe, your friends come with their costumes a little later.

Usually, you have difficulty dressing yourself in your 19th century corset and your hoop skirt, you struggle to close the corset until one of your colleagues comes to help you and closes it with a very small bow. tight. You don't know how you're going to take it off at the end of the day. dress on, hair done and makeup done, and it's show time!

The ballroom is full of people and decorated in brown and beige tones. A few copper-colored balloons and party favors are scattered around the room, your job is to wander around the room and act like a sweet lady from another time.

After an hour and a break, you came back into the ballroom, smiling at everyone, your eyes meeting piercing blue ones. Here you see a lot of nice and pretty people, but this man was really handsome and tall. "How can a man be so tall?"

Wherever you were you had a very nice view of him, you can't stop looking at this guy. Was he in a group, friends or colleagues? handsomely dressed in an expensive suit, his blonde hair combed back. After a conversation, your eyes search for him but find neither his tall figure nor his group.

"Good morning, how are you doing?"

you turned around and there he was, smiling. you stay in character

“Hello sir, I hope you find a pleasant company this evening” a small smirk on his lips,

“Oh my God,” you think.

"That's a very nice dress you're wearing, not conventional but it suits you well. My name's Will by the way"

After a moment, which was too short for your taste, he went back to another group. Will was nice and a little too friendly for someone who just spoke to a member of staff.

But you couldn't stop the little butterflies from flying in your stomach. Is it real, did he really flirt with you like you think or is it just this stupid crush.

love at first sight?

You prefer to believe in small, kind conversations with a guest, it is better than believing in love with a stranger. you continue your service at night. knowing that you won't see Will again afterward, it was just a crush.

You were in the cheap locker room, your colleagues were out, and you were being allowed to undress in complete privacy. With just your jeans and corset on, you try to open the back of the corset but your knot is too tight. At the same time, the door opens suddenly, too quickly for you to cover yourself or stop the intruder.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry"

This voice.

Will.

“no, you can stay” you said, before he left.

Your mouth had spoken before your brain even understood what was happening. he turns towards you and closes the door, you feel the blush on your cheeks, you were intimidated by Will, and you thought you would never see him again

“I just wanted to ask if you want to come and have coffee with me?”

it was very sudden and unexpected.

“yes I would love to, on one condition: can you help me undo the knot in my corset?”

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#will poulter #will poulter x reader #fem reader #imagine

[quickspinner]

Lukanette prompt: Luka models for Marinette and she learns that he looks amazing in a ball gown.

Let's Rock This Runway

“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Marinette screeched. She tried not to yell at her employees, she really did, but this was not news that she could take calmly.

“She just said she had somewhere else to be and left,” her assistant said, too upset herself to be cowed by Marinette’s tone. 

Marinette wrung her hands to keep from pulling her carefully styled hair. “She’s the finale piece! It’s the lynchpin of the entire show, I can’t pull it! We—we have to put one of the other models in it, pull a different look—”

“There’s no time! Even if we tried, none of the other models is tall enough!”

“How could she just leave?” Marinette moaned. “This can’t be happening. It—it has to be sabotage, or something, a showcase model doesn’t just leave—”

“I’ll do it.” 

Marinette jumped and whirled at the voice behind her, and then looked up into Luka’s serious face. “W-what?” she stammered.

“I’ll do it.” He took a step back from her and pulled his shirt over his head. “I live with Juleka, I know the drill. I’ve helped coach her for years. I’ll wear it. You don’t have anybody else, right?” Luka grinned at her. “Time to make it work.” 

Marinette stared at him as he dropped the shirt and began unfastening his jeans. Mercifully he stopped there, waiting for her answer. 

“B-but your publicist—” she began, trying not to stare at the bright pink boxers peeking out from his open fly. He wasn’t even part of the show, he was only back here because he was her friend, and what would his agent think about his rising rock star wearing a ballgown in a highly publicized fashion show?

“They can deal. That's their job, after all.” Luka raised his eyebrows and sat down on a nearby chair to pull off his combat boots. “Well? Clock’s ticking.” He said it kindly, but Marinette knew he was right. She glanced at the clock and panic resurged. 

Marinette looked at him, and at the dress, and back, mind racing. It could work, she realized. The laced corset bodice meant there wouldn't be any problem with a zipper. The dress was sleeveless so Luka’s arms, which though lean sported far more muscle than Annie’s, wouldn't be a problem, nor his broader shoulders. Obviously Luka didn't have anything to fill the top out, but really, neither did Annie, so it shouldn't be a big deal. 

And really, what choice did she have?

“Let's do it,” she decided, motioning frantically to her dressers. They brought the dress over, and Marinette quickly turned to her assistant as Luka shimmied out of his jeans. “Get me a makeup kit and send Gerrold over here now. Threaten him, bribe him, I don’t care. Luka!” she called over her shoulder. “Can you walk in heels?” The hem was going to be too short for him no matter what they did, there was no way around that except to own it. 

“Better than you,” came Luka’s teasing reply, and Marinette rolled her eyes, still keeping her back to him. “Tell Yvette your shoe size. Yvette, get him the highest heels you can find that can match the dress. You know what, get a backup pair of flats too, I don’t want to deal with his agent if he breaks an ankle. Make sure he can walk in the high ones and if he looks unsteady, put him in the flats.” 

“How’s it look, boss?” called one of her dressers, and Marinette turned around. The full skirt of the princess style ballgown poofed out dramatically, just as it was mean to, and the corset molded to Luka’s torso as Devine laced it up in the back. Luka’s broad shoulders actually emphasized the narrow waist, making the silhouette even more dramatic, and he had enough muscle in his chest that the front didn’t gape. 

He looked…really good, actually. The deep red of the dress looked fantastic against his darkly tanned skin. Gerrod had arrived and was busy applying product, gelling Luka’s hair into an artistic mess that would mesh well with her other models, while giving him an androgynous look. 

“Makeup,” her assistant said at her elbow, and Marinette took the kit from her, reaching over the wide skirt to hand the kit to Luka. 

“I know you can do it faster than me,” she told him. “Just don’t get any on the dress.” The dressers were already frantically draping him in scrap fabric to keep Gerrold’s products from dripping. Luka went to work on his face, and Marinette turned away for a moment to make sure everything else was ready. Her other models were already lining up according to the directions of the stage crew, right behind—Lila. She was waiting for her cue but Marinette thought she caught a malicious smirk before Lila disappeared through the curtains. 

Marinette pressed her lips together. She was willing to bet every garment in the show that Lila had paid off Annie to leave early, or something similar. 

Underestimating Marinette, as always. 

She was so lucky to have people she could depend on. Marinette checked the other models, made a few last minute adjustments, whispered a few words of encouragement where they seemed to be needed, and then turned back to check on Luka. 

He was walking towards her, carefully holding out the full skirt, navigating the high black pumps Yvette had found for him with an ease that justified his confidence. His hair was side-swept and tousled perfectly, giving him a touch of androgyny that he had leaned into with his makeup work. Even so, he was every inch a man, and not really what she had intended for this look, but…

But it looked good. He looked good. His painted lips parted in a smirk as he saw her approving look. “Told you,” he teased. “Your clothes look good on anyone.” 

“I think it might just be that anything looks good on you,” Marinette said, hands reaching out to adjust the fall of the fabric across his chest, and smooth imaginary flaws from the skirt. “Thanks so much for doing this, Luka.”

Luka’s hands caught hers. “Hey. Anything for you, you know that.” He smiled as she met his eyes. “It’ll be okay, Marinette. I promise.” 

She couldn’t help believing him when he looked at her like that. Marinette raised his hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles. Luka took his place in line and Marinette ran to obey the stage hands directions, barely keeping her grip on the microphone he handed her before shoving her out on stage.

Somehow, Marinette managed to announce her line—for once her insistence on over-rehearsing was justified. The crowd applauded, and Marinette fled back behind the curtain as the music started. She had to force herself to watch the monitor instead of the line of models behind her. 

Marinette’s heart leapt into her throat as Luka stomped onto the runway as confidently as any model she’d ever seen. The crowd went totally silent for several full seconds before cheers and applause erupted. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall, Marinette chanted in her head as Luka made his way down the runway. She held her breath as he did his pose-and-turn, staring into the camera with eyes so intense the dress almost seemed redundant. Marinette’s heart skipped a beat and she watched Luka’s mostly-bare back ripple under the lights as he walked back. 

Then he was backstage again, and extending a hand to her. Marinette barely had the presence of mind to take it (God he towered over her in those heels) and join the models on their final walk. 

“Smile,” Luka whispered urgently, just as they stepped out together on the runway. They followed the line of models, still hand in hand, Marinette belatedly remembering to wave to the audience and cameras—

And then it was over. They were all backstage again in a confused mass as the stage hands tried to herd them out of the way for the next line of models. 

Marinette kept an iron grip on Luka’s hand until they were back in their own dressing area. The dressers swept in and began undressing the models and calling instructions. Marinette found herself and Luka left alone in a little eddy of calm for a moment. 

“Are you all right?” Luka asked her, cupping her cheek with his free hand. “You look like you might pass out.”

“I might,” Marinette said faintly, and then she threw herself at Luka, bursting into tears. 

“Woah,” he caught her, stumbling for the first time in his heels. She felt him shrink as he stepped out of them, and wrapped his arms around her. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you made it. Don’t drip makeup all over this dress. Someone very important to me worked really hard on it,” he teased gently. He reached around her to grab a tissue from a vanity and dabbed at her face. 

The tears went as quickly as they came and Marinette caught his hand. “Luka you were amazing,” she told him. “Thank you so much, you have no idea—well, yes you do, but I—oh, Luka!” Reaching up, she grabbed his face and pulled him down to slam her mouth against his, heedless that she was crushing the skirt of his gown. Her mouth slid on the slickness of his lipstick, but he quickly adjusted to meet her. His arms slid down and under her butt to lift her up against him. Marinette wrapped her legs against his waist and buried her hands in his hair before she remembered his back and shoulders were uncovered, and her hands slid down to trace the muscles gone hard with the effort of holding her up. 

It was the first time the tabloids would be right about her making out with one of her models after the show. The incongruous thought made her break away from Luka to giggle. 

“It’s a shame you can’t model for me again,” she said breathlessly. “You’re really, really good at it.” 

“I might be persuaded,” Luka rasped, and cleared his throat. 

“Nope,” Marinette shook her head. “Not possible. I don’t date my employees.” 

She barely had time to see his grin before he was kissing her again. 

AO3 Works | Fiction Master Post 

#quickspins #birthday big bang #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #ml fics #lukanette fics #pro lukamari

[slvthrs]

I loved ur stoner fic with dream! Can we get like a pt 2 where reader and dream are now together? If not it’s okay, thank u and have a great day!

of course it's probably one of my favorite fics!!

STARGIRL INTERLUDE | dreamwastaken

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

after you and your drug dealer start dating and he just can't help feeling just a little too possessive of you

DRUG DEALER!DREAM X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, use of drugs, relationship sex, degradation n praise kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), choking, jealous/possessive dream, daddy kink, spanking

word count: 1.7k

authors note: this is a part 2 of my fic starboy and it's inspired by the Weeknd song 'stargirl interlude'

Me and Clay had been dating for nearly a month and we were planning to celebrate our anniversary by going to have dinner at his apartment but we both had to go to your friend's house for different reasons- I was there to support my best friend during her birthday party and he was there to sell drugs.

So cut to me currently sitting in front of my mirror doing my makeup- it’s was my everyday look of black smudged eyeliner but I added some shimmer on your eyelids to make them pop and added a deep red almost black lipstick to the middle of my lips and smudged it out- Clay’s favorite.

I fluffed up my hair and tried to find some sort of hairstyle to wear but I just ended up wearing it down. I was wearing a green plaid skirt with a black corset top- I was wearing a jumble of rings and necklaces along with a choker that looked a little too much like a collar. On my feet were platforms along with knee high black lace socks and to finish the outfit I was wearing Clay’s oversized leather jacket. 

I had finished my makeup and now I was sitting on my bed grabbing the stuff to put into my black purse- my phone, airpods, cigarette box, money, ID, lighter and my weed pen. That was when Clay walked into the room and looked at me with a sort of excitement, which I then realized was due to the fact I was wearing his jacket and just in general of how good I looked.

“Peaches” God I loved that pet name, he sat in front of me on the bed, “You look so fucking good” he sad planting a kiss on your lips,

I giggled against his lips, and he continued “Do we have to go out, I bet Chloe won’t even know your missing” he argued

“Babe, it’s Chloe. I’ve known her since forever c’mon we just have to make an appearance and you have people who expect you to be there” I say with a pout and then drag him off our bed and then plant a kiss on his temple.

He was wearing a white david bowie top along with boyfriend jeans in blue and some nike air forces. The outfit was completed with gold rings on his hand and a gold necklace around his neck. To put is easily he looked fucking amazing I ruffled up his blond locks a bit and planted a kiss on his lips and pull him out of the apartment. 

We end up situated in his car and I connect my phone to the aux and scroll through my spotify to find a good song but I just end up putting my likes on shuffled and it ends up on ‘Stargirl Interlude’ and I start dancing in my seat and lip syncing to the song,

“I had a vision, 

A vision of my nails in the kitchen, 

Scratching counter tops, I was screaming, 

My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting it”

The lyrics just end up causing Clay to end up in a fit of laughter and I end up smacking his arms and asking him to stop acting like a middle schooler with fake offense in my voice, 

“Holy shit was is this song called” He asks while trying to compose himself, I just grin at him and tell him it's called Stargirl Interlude,

“Oh wait it’s like the song you made me listen to um what was it OH WAIT STARBOY” He exclaims and I just nod at him chuckling at myself, 

“So wait if I’m Starboy does that make you my Stargirl” He asks and I think about it, “Hrm I guess so, I’m your stargirl” he just laughs, “You bet you are” and then he kisses me

— — TIME SKIP — —

We’ve been at Chloe’s party for about 3 hours and both of us want to leave but Clay has one more thing he has to do so I just end up waiting for him while on my phone when a guy come up to me, 

“Oh hey I saw you from across the dance floor, you look really pretty” He says, he’s about 6 foot, shorter than Clay, and is wearing a black dress top and black jeans, damn nice clothes,

“Oh thanks” I saw with a friendly smile hoping to end this conversation

“I was wondering if I could get your number your just like really hot” Fuck this is going to be an annoying conversation

“Uhm actually I have a boyfriend so no thanks” I say trying to be as nice as possible

“Oh c’mon I don’t see him anywhere” He says trying to convince me

“He’s in the back and I’m seriously not interested” I say backing up but eventually hitting a counter

He keeps trying to get my number for about 3 more minutes while I keep telling him to stop until I meet Clay’s eyes across the room in front of the door looking like he’s about to hurt someone, and that's when I remember that it might look like something entirely different to him.

I maneuver around the guy and I run to Clay who is almost outside the door as I call out his name, “Clay just listen to me!” I yell and all he does is tell me is to get into his car

We just sit in the silence waiting for eachother to say something, we don’t say anything until we get into the apartment and as soon as the door closes he’s on me.

His lips smash onto mine as I’m pressed on the door and he’s pulling my jacket off, “I thought I was gonna go crazy seeing you flirt with him” He says as he pulls his lips off mine and onto my neck”

“Clay, ugh fuck, I wasn’t flirting with him” I moan out

“Fuck, I know baby I know but I need to remind you who you belong to got it?” He says it like it's a question but it’s a statement, a command and a promise.

He pulls me off the door and I’m bent over his countertop with him pulling of my skirt and my panties in one swift motion and smacking my ass causing me to yelp and he grabs the base of my neck making me look up at him into his eyes that have darkened with something more sinister, 

“I’m gonna make sure the only thing you can say after this is my fucking name, got it whore?” He says while slapping my ass again causing me to moan a ‘yes daddy’ under my breath

He takes his dick out, pumping it a bit and then running it through my folds and slamming it into me, gaining some of the most pornographic moans that have ever left my mouth.

He places his finger around the choker on my neck and then pulls my head back and then spits in my mouth, “C’mon whore swallow it” he says as his eyes narrow and darken

His hands don’t leave my neck instead they let go of my choker and now he’s choking me letting me see stars, it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to come crashing as I cum around his dick.

He pulls me off and then spins me around and picks me up and takes me to his room and places me on his bed but he doesn’t join me he gets up and walks to the living room to grab my purse and pulls out my weed pen.

He sits in front of me and takes two puffs of the pen and then pulls my mouth close to him and blows the smoke into my mouth, the mixture of the weed and the eroticness of the situation makes my head spin and I pull clay into a messy kiss still recovering from my post oragasm haze.

I climb on top of him and I rub his dick with my cunt making him moan in my mouth and letting me relish in the power I have. But it doesn’t last long until he’s pulling me off of him and pushing me on the bed and climbing on top of me to fuck me.

He lines his dick up with me and slams into me again causing me to tip back my head and arch into him, I claw at his shirt and he gets the hint and pulls his shit of but not before he pulls of my shirt and I run my hands up from his abs up to his chest and I start biting in hickies into his chest until I grab his hands and start kissing his finger and then put the digits into my mouth swirling them around with my tongue and sucking on them as if they were his dick.

I open my eyes to see him staring deep into me just watching as I suck on his finger, he’s so focused on looking and me that he’s stopped moving and is just staring, “God your such a whore for me aren’t you, your my little bitch” I don’t respond I just moan around him finger and pull them out with a pop!

He takes the hand I was just sucking on and brings them to my clit and starts circling it and continues thrusting into me chasing his own orgasm, I’m so close that my legs are shaking and I’m about to cry while he just places a kiss on my lips and continues his agonizing pace. 

He finally cums after I cum for a second time and pulls out of me rolling over and he gets up to walk to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean me up and then finally lays down next to me grabbing the weed pen, and doing a few puffs before he passes the pen to me letting me take a few puffs before I succumb to my tiredness but not before he kisses me and calls me “My precious girl” as he cuddles up next to me and we succumb to our exhaustion.

#dreamwastaken smut #dream smut #dream x reader #dream x reader smut #dwt x reader #dwt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #bella's full works #bella fawns over dwt #bella's anons #bella's stoner!dream

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Black Velvet - (John Winchester)

Warning: Mention of sexual activity

Summary: Story inspired by the song - Black Velvet by Alannah Myles. Years after he had up and left you, you run into your old flame, John Winchester.

A/N: Y/N - your name

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics​  

John and the boys had just successfully taken care of a demon that preyed only on women; ones that enjoyed partying a bit too much and dressed extremely provocatively.

Luckily for the town's woman folk, they managed to track its vessel down before he claimed another victim. So, here they were grabbing a few drinks at the local bar in celebration of a successful hunt.

"That was one tough son of a bitch..." Dean remarks throwing himself down into the chair with a heavy grunt.

"Look who's talking..." Sam grumbles.

"You weren't the one used us bait."

"You got the whole long hair thing going on, makes ya look more like a girl from behind" Dean points out with a wave of his hand.

"That with the girl clothes made ya really convincing from a distance."

"I still can't believe you made me wear girl clothes" Sam scowls at him.

"Be glad you wore jeans instead of a skirt..." Dean flashes him a grin.

"You'd have had to shave ya legs then."

Sam doesn't respond to his remark; choosing to grumble into the glass while taking a sip of his drink instead.

"Dean, stop teasing your brother..." John reprimands him.

"Sorry, Sir" Dean responds straightening up in his seat as Sam triumphally smirks.

Scanning the room, Dean sips at his drink, silently cringing at the terrible singing of some drunk up on the stage.

"Why did we decide to go to a bar that has very bad karaoke night?"

"It's the only bar in town..." Sam shrugs in response.

"At least he's almost finished with the song."

"Thank goodness..." Dean groans out in relief.

A few minutes after the drunk leaves the stage, a very attractive looking woman takes the stage then; dressed in a black mini skirt, paired with a corset styled top, and black leather jacket.

"Why, hello there..." Dean utters out in interest.

"She's out of your league dude..." Sam remarks.

"Whaddya mean?" Dean frowns at him, pulling at the open flaps of his jacket.

"I'm an extremely attractive guy, the ladies love me."

"Keep telling yourself that and it might just come true" Sam chuckles.

"Let's hope she can sing though."

"Yeah, that would be really embarrassing" Dean nods in agreement.

"A woman so fine looking, and she ends up making a fool of herself in public would be tragic."

As the boys continued on with their little discussion neither of them had yet to notice how quiet their father had become as he stared narrow eyed at the stage as the topic of their interest begins to sing.

*

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell

Jimmie Rogers on the Victrola up high

Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder

The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky

The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

"Looks like hottie can really sing and dance quite well..." Dean groans out in comment as she swings her hips to the music.

*

Up in Memphis, the music's like a heatwave

White lighting, bound to drive you wild

Mama's baby 's in the heart of every schoolgirl

"Love Me Tender" leaves them 'em cryin' in the aisle

They way he moves, it was a sin, so sweet and true

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

"Bro, I think she's looking at me..." Dean excitedly slaps Sam against the arm when the woman seductively smiles in their direction.

"I highly doubt that..." Sam drawls out in response.

*

Every word of every song that he sang was for you

In a flash, he was gone, it happened so soon

What could you do?

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

With furrowed brows, Sam studies the woman for a bit; noticing something a bit strange, he turns to look at his father.

John sat dead silent; eyes narrowed as he gazed back at the woman.

"I think she's looking at Dad, not you..." Sam remarks a bit confused at the interaction between the two.

"No, she's not..." Dean scoffs.

"She's clearly checking me out."

*

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please

If you please

If you please

If you please...

The song ends and the woman steps off the stage.

"No, she's definitely looking at Dad..." Sam shakes his head.

"Dad, you know her?"

John doesn't respond to his question, getting up from his seat instead.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air."

"Wondered if you were going to follow me out or not" you remark with a smirk at seeing John walking toward you.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" John rasps out, his gaze dark as he stared down at you.

"Ten years..." you rasp out in response.

"What you doing here?" John asks as the two of you step further into the dark alley alongside the bar.

"Came to do a job, but you guys beat me to it."

"Alone?" John frowns in displeasure.

"I'm a very capable woman and hunter" you arch a brow in rebuttal.

"You should know that from the days we used to hunt together."

"From what I remember; I was always saving your butt" John comments, stepping closer to you.

"Then we both remember things way differently..." you drawl out, slowly backing away from him; gaze never wavering as he slowly stalked you.

"That so...?" John responds, lips slightly twitching in amusement.

"You were always jumping in front of me during an attack" you nod frowning.

"Even though I never needed your help."

Flashing a dimpled smirk, John reaches up to cup your cheek.

"You needed my help for other things though, didn't you?"

"John..." you softly whimpered, eyes fluttering close when your back came up against the alley wall.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" John slurs, pushing himself flushed up against you.

"Need my help again...?"

The inner turmoil inside you finally snaps as you gave in to your desires, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist.

If there was one thing you could never resist; it was the sexual charm of John Winchester.

"Morning..." a voice raspily slurs against your neck, as strong arms pull you closer.

"Morning..." you groan out, smiling as you turn to face John in the bed.

"Who woulda thought we'd run into each other again after all this time...?" John stares down at you longingly, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Yeah, who woulda..." you wrinkle your nose at him in response as he tips down to kiss you.

"I missed you..."

"I definitely know something missed me, yeah..." you joke when feeling his morning erection poking at your stomach.

"Oh, he missed you a lot..." John grunts, thrusting himself against you.

"Maybe you should show me, how much he missed me..." you whisper, softly nipping at his neck.

"With pleasure..." John growls out, rolling over on top of you as you giggled in response.

"Stop sulking" Sam scolds Dean as they sat in the diner, eating breakfast.

"Just don't understand where she ran off to..." Dean whines in disappointment.

"She just up and disappeared out of nowhere."

"It's for the best" Sam smugly remarks.

"She was way out of your league anyway."

"Whatever, man" Dean scowls.

"You hear anything from Dad?"

"Just the text he sent last night; that he would meet us here this morning" Sam shrugs in reply.

"Where you think he ran off to?"

"Maybe he went off with your dream woman..." Sam teasingly smirks.

"Dad's so not her type!" Dean scoffs in protest.

"You sure? Cause, it seemed to me as if they knew each other."

The two of them continued on bantering for a few minutes, until a car pulled up in the driveway of the diner.

"What the...?" Dean remarks, seeing John get out from behind the wheel of the strange car.

Mere seconds later, the woman from the night before gets out of the passenger side.

"Told you..." Sam smirks.

John and you entered into the diner, heading directly to the booth that had two men seated in it.

"Boys, this is Y/N" John introduces you to them.

"Y/N, these are my boys; Sam and Dean."

"Please to meet you" you smile at them in greeting.

The one named; Sam politely smiles at you, while Dean stares opened mouthed.

Dean snaps out of his stupider then.

"You two know each other? How?"

"We're old friends" you reply with a chuckle.

"Your dad and I were hunting partners for a bit about ten years ago."

"So, you two...?" Dean stares shocked while waving a finger between John and you.

"That's none of your business, boy" John grunts out frowning.

"Relax, Big fella..." you chuckle, slapping a palm against John's chest.

After the awkward introduction, John, the boys, and you sat chatting while having breakfast. It was an enjoyable time as you guys exchanged stories of hunts, and how grumpy John would get at times.

But it wasn't long thereafter, when breakfast ended, and it was time to part ways.

"Come with us..." John suggests as you stood alongside your car.

"I can't" you whisper out softly.

"Why not?" John frowns at your reply.

"I'm retired, John... the hunter's life is no longer for me. I only took this one as a favour to an old friend."

"Retired?" John arches a brow.

"For ten years now" you nod.

"This job is too much of a risk for me to be taking now."

"If you're worried about the risk of being on the road 24/7, you don't have to" John remarks.

"We have a safe place, a bunker... it's isolated, and safe from any and all elements. You were always the better researcher between the two of us, you could stay there to help with that."

"It's not just me... I'm not alone."

"What you mean, you're not alone?" John frowns at your remark.

Realizing you had no other option but to tell John the truth, you exhale heavily in defeat.

"I have a ten-year-old daughter...at least she will be in a few months."

"Daughter...?" John stares at you open mouth.

"Ten years old?"

You silently nod, taking a picture of her out and handing it to John.

"Her name's; Lily..."

"She's...?" John murmurs out, staring at the picture of the little girl.

"She has your eyes and dimples..." you nod feeling a bit emotional, then suddenly chuckle out.

"Also has that same grumpy scowl as you."

"Why didn't you let me know?" John stares at you accusingly.

You scoff at his remark with a frown.

"You're the one that up and disappeared one day" you reminded him.

"The minute I told you, that I loved you; you ran."

John's head drops in shame at your words then.

"I was scared..." he utters out in admittance.

"Scared...?" you frown in confusion.

"Scared..." John nods, looking up into your eyes then.

"Scared of loving someone, and possibly losing them again."

You take a step closer to him, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"I thought it was for the best if I kept it to myself, that it would keep you safe then."

You couldn't help the chuckle that slipped your lips then.

"I was a hunter before we met, my life would continue to be in danger, even if we weren't together."

"I know now it was a dumb idea..." John sighs out.

"Quite dumb..." you nod chuckling.

John flashes a dimpled smirk at your remark, clearing his throat then.

"Where is she now?"

"Lily?" you reply, and John nods.

"She's at my sister's. Like I said, I'm retired, I stopped hunting because of her. This was just a favour, so I asked my sister to watch her for me."

"I'd like to meet her..." John requests quite eagerly.

"Does she even know about me?"

"I've told her about you, yes. She knows who her daddy is. Likes to look at that picture of you and I that we took back then."

"She does?" John cringes at the thought of what his daughter must think of him.

"Has she asked where I am?"

You exhale heavily then at the memories of those conversations.

"Almost every day... especially, why you never come to see her."

"What did you tell her?" John's voice comes out brokenly.

"That her daddy is extremely busy chasing bad guys, so she and everyone else could remain safe."

Tears threatening to escape from his eyes, John presses his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry... I never should have left."

"It's ok..." you murmur as tears began to burn your own eyes.

"You'll come with us?" John stares pleadingly at you.

"Both of you?"

Biting into your lower lip, you silently nod in agreement.

John smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I love you..."

You couldn't suppress the whimper that slipped your lips then.

"I love you too..."

With a dimpled smirk, John grabs hold of your car keys.

"C'mon, let's go pick up our little girl, and then head on home..."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you eye him closely.

"You sure, you ain't gonna run out on us again?"

John chuckles, pulling you back into his arms.

"I promise, Sweetheart..." he presses a kiss into your hair.

"You better..." you warn him, causing him to chuckle louder.

"Get in the car..." he swats your bottom as you head for the passenger door, and you shoot him a glare over your shoulder.

"Let's go get our girl..." John smirks at you, starting up the car.

"Let's go get our girl..." you smirk in agreement.

*

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please

If you please

If you please

If you please...

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