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#the red hair the glasses the tattoo the jewelry!!!!
elsmstrss · 1 year
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i wasnt gonna write anything today but i’m laying in bed rn and i was thinking !! (i know… first red flag) BUT:
ellie likes you wearing her clothes a little too much
tags: ellie williams x fem!reader , possessive!ellie , extremely self-indulgent , ellie wears boxers, because i said so, lapslock, smut (ish) , thigh-riding (hmm my favorite!) , dom!ellie, sub!reader
idk if this is a oneshot or a really long hc but enjoy !
<3
it was a random afternoon in the middle of winter. you had invited yourself over to your girlfriend’s place, cold and reeking of horse as you’d spent all day at the stables.
you don’t bother knocking, pushing the door open, stepping inside, shedding your coat and throwing it over a nearby chair. you’re tugging your boots off, supporting yourself on the doorframe when you hear a shout from the bathroom, “babe! that you?”
you follow the sound of your girlfriends voice, sock clad feet pattering against the wood floors. you crack the bathroom door open, peaking your head in, smiling at the sight of her putting her short hair into a half bun. her forearms flexed with the movements and your eyes trailed over her tattooed arm.
“ellie,” you whisper yell, effectively spooking her, causing her to flinch and whip her head towards you.
“fuck babe what did i tell you about that shit? you’re gonna kill me one of these days”. ellie’s wide eyes and slacked jaw created the funniest look of bewilderment, causing you to let out a not-so-subtle laugh.
ellie scoffs but you notice her lips quirk as she tries to hide the smile creeping up on her expression. she suddenly pulls on your wrist and you stumble into her arms. she plops a big wet kiss in between your brows.
“ugh gross!” you complain, reaching up to wipe the damp feeling from your face but ellie beats you to it, thumbs gently rubbing at the crease there.
“oh you love it” ellie leans down for a second, less wet, peck on your lips, face scrunching up as she pulls back. “jeez you stink,”
you pout, ready to quip back but you couldn’t even argue. you did stink.
“wanna shower love? it’ll warm you up too,” you don’t even that you had been shivering until you feel ellie’s big, warm hands rub up and down on your arms, trying to thaw you out.
“i didn’t bring any clothes els. you’re just gonna have to deal with me, stink and all,” you tease. ellie just huffs out a laugh and and squeezes your shoulders.
“wait here.”
she comes back a few moments later, a stack of clothes on top of a messily folded towel. “here,” she places the tower of fabric into your arms and turns on her heels, “take your time, i’ll find us a movie in the mean time.” the door shuts behind her.
you turn the faucet on and strip your dirty clothes as you wait for the water to heat up. by the time you’ve removed all your clothes and jewelry, it’s scalding, steam filling the small room, just the way you like.
you instantly feel your body relax as it warms up from the shower. you wash the stable smell from your skin and hair, spending just a little longer than usual after rinsing, not wanting to leave the warmth just yet.
you finally turn the shower off, blindly reaching for the towel through the curtain, wrapping yourself up and stepping out. you stand in front of the mirror, clearing the haze from the glass with your hand, revealing a slightly blurry reflection of yourself.
you dry yourself as thoroughly as possible before turning to the small stack of clothing ellie had given you. it included an old, lived in gray hoodie and a pair of loose black and white plaid boxers. you shake your head, laughing to yourself at the mens underwear. ellie swears by them and often goes on tangents about how much more comfortable they are compared to women’s underwear.
“seriously babe, it’s actually so fucking unfair like??”
you pull the hoodie over your head. it smelled so much like ellie. it made you dizzy, her scent intoxicating and you couldn’t help the small throb in your cunt as a result.
you finish getting dressed and step out of the bathroom, steam escaping into the main room. you spot ellie on the bed, flipping through her dvd collection. without looking up she asks, “ok, what are we feeling? cheesy rom-com or equally cheesy thriller?”
“whichever one will make me want to rip my eyes out less,” you answer, joking but, not really.
“okayyy thriller it is,” she stands up and puts the disc into the player, “hey do you mind grabbing the re-“ she abruptly cuts herself off when she turns around and finally sees your figure.
you’re just standing there, ankles cross, hands playing with the frayed ends of the hoodie’s sleeves as you patiently wait for her to set everything up. you pretend not to notice as her eyes slowly drag up your legs, eyes slightly glassy as they trail up your body.
“grab what?” you ask, looking around the room. your only met with silence, “el!”.
that seemed to knock her out of her stupor, clearing her throat and stuttering out, “t-the um,” cough “ the remote. can you grab the remote please”. her voice dying off at the end, slightly hoarse.
you finally end up the in the bed together, ellie sat up, back against the head board, you tucked into her side. she’s stroking your hair and you sigh softly, settling into your favorite spot.
not even five minutes into the movie, you feel ellie shift and maneuver you, now half on top of her. she leans down and inhales. “fuck”.
you look up to see she looks almost like, in pain. “els what’s wrong?”
“nothing it’s just,” she moves her hands down, gripping your sides, “you smell like me.”
the tone of her voice, low and possessive, and slightly strained, causes butterflies to erupt in your lower stomach. ellie leans down and begins to leave kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking a little bit harsher each time. you bite your lip and sigh, trying to focus on the movie.
ellie knows exactly where to kiss and bite, leaving you squirming and desperate for more. “ellie,” you whine out, you sound out of breath already and you feel ellie smirk into your skin.
“what baby? gotta use your words,” she gropes the padding of fat on your hips, manhandling you to be fully on top of her. you want so badly to move, grind your hips down into her lap, feel some sort of relief but her grip on you is strong, keeping you in place.
“need it els, please”
“please what, pretty?” she sounds breathless herself, the sight of you needy and flushed on top of her like this makes a rush of arousal flood through her, needy for you too.
“touch me. please make it better,” words were becoming difficult, already slipping into that headspace, easily submitting to ellie. the slight embarrassment of being forced to voice your wants and desires makes you that much wetter and you know it won’t take much to tip you over the edge tonight.
ellie finally lifts you up slightly, angling her thigh up and grinding you down slowly onto her leg. the whine you let out would have embarrassed you but you’re far too desperate for any kind of stimulation to care.
“that’s it baby. look at you, so pretty in my clothes,” she groans out, just the sigh of you withering in her lap enough to make her cum right then.
you want more. you’re both still clothed and the friction against your clit is just barely enough but you can’t be bothered to stop and take it off, too far gone and chasing the feeling that’s building up, your lower tummy clenching.
you start to speed up, palms resting on top of ellie’s hands that are now on your waist and thigh. your moans and whines get louder and more desperate and ellie, who knows your body better than anyone, can tell you’re already close.
“yeah baby? already? such a good girl. my good girl. mine.”
you love when your girlfriend gets like this so you can’t help yourself when you spur her on.
“yours yours yours” you chant like a mantra. this causes something to snap in ellie because before you realize, you’re flipped onto your back, ellie slotting her knee in between your thighs. she pulls your hips back down and guides your movements, causing direct friction to your sensitive bud.
“oh- ellie!” you sob, it’s beginning to become all too much and your hands hold onto her forearms, nails digging into the skin there as you feel your orgasm building.
“gonna cum for me? that’s it love, take what you need,” it only takes a few more grinds and a particularly desperate groan from ellie above you that sends you over the edge, climax hitting you suddenly and hard. ellie talks you through it, leaning down and whispering sweet praises, lips grazing the shell of your ear
your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure wash over you, you spasm every few seconds as you come down from the high.
ellie gently removes her knee and settles into the sheets next you, pulling you into your chest. she places a tender kiss to the top of your hair and strokes gently strokes your back. you can start to feel your eyelids droop, suddenly exhausted.
you feel a slight jostling as a small chuckle escapes from ellie’s lips.
“m wha?” you mumble, lifting your head up to meet her eyes.
“nothin’ just that,” ellie pauses to tuck your head back into her chest.
“i think you should wear my clothes more often.”
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withalittlehoney · 5 months
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Someone Like You Too
Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Age gap, flirtation, mentions of tattoos (?). Smut: fingering, unprotected PinV, pet names, Doctor kink (?), hair pulling, dominant behavior (male). timeline? canon? never heard of them.
Word Count: 7,663
Reading time: ≈ 28 mins.
A/N: I'M BACK BITCHES!!! at least for this little update. pt. 3 to dbf!stephen for my lil’ sluts <3
Pt. 1: Someone Like You
Pt. 2: It's Been Five Years
18+ below the cut or I haunt you like a ghost from ur past!
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Your stomach turned as the elevator bell dinged, signaling your arrival at the top floor of the luxury apartment complex you’d been sent the address for. You padded down the hallway looking carefully at the number on each door, feeling incredibly out of place in the marble floored halls. Suddenly you wondered if your denim skirt, silk tank, cardigan, and Docs were appropriate for the occasion. The people in this building could likely take one look at your faux gold jewelry and smell that it was cheap. 
You knew you were out of your league, but you’d pushed yourself. It was like Alexis always said: ‘When life gives you an opportunity you either do it or do it scared.’
You were definitely scared, but you were still doing it.
You paused in front of the doorway with the shining silver numbers 616. From inside you could hear music playing… soft rock, you thought. You looked down and smoothed over your skirt and the silky material of your shirt, picking off a fuzz from your cardigan. Clutching your purse at your side you quickly reached out and knocked on the door. 
When the door opened your breath caught as you came face to face with Doctor Strange. You couldn’t help the soft smile that spread on your lips as he looked down at you, your heart dipping into your stomach with all your nerves. He gestured you inside without saying a word and you quickly stepped through the door, leaving the rest of the world and your inhibitions in the hallway.
Strange immediately took your bag and hung it next to the door. You were shocked but pleasantly surprised when he stooped down to wrap his arms around you. You let out a little sigh and reciprocated the action, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” He murmurs softly, pulling back to look at you as he asks, “How’ve you been?”
“Good. Really good.” You answer honestly, “The grand opening was a success and the shop is beautiful.”
He smiles at you softly, “I’m glad to hear it.” He nods toward the apartment and says, “C’mon in. I’ve got snacks and wine… fire is on. You must be cold, you haven’t got a real coat on.”
You smile sheepishly and pull your cardigan around you tighter, “I just forgot it… I was in a rush.”
“Just couldn’t wait to see me…” He teases with a wink before taking your hand and leading you further into the apartment.
So sleek. So modern. It was fifty shades of grey in a room… minus the whips and cuffs. At least that you could see so far. Doctor Strange sat you down on the couch and gestured to the plate of baked burrata and plenty of crispy little toast pieces around it. He reached for some bottle of red or another and uncorked it with ease, grabbing one of the glasses and giving a solid pour. He passed it to you and just the brush of his fingers against yours sent sparks up your arms. He watched as you took a small sip, his brow furrowing.
You looked around the living room and were shocked by the almost sterile nature of the place he supposedly lived. The hotel room you’d convened in once had more personality than this place. It was nice, it just wasn’t for you. It was cold and impersonal… a reflection of what the rest of the world saw from Doctor Stephen Strange.
“You’re nervous.” He notes, his voice startling you from your silent observation
You give an awkward smile and ask, “Is it that obvious?”
“A bit.” He says, pouring himself some wine as well, “You know you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to? And you’re free to leave—“
“No.” You object quickly, “It’s not… it’s not that, Doctor Strange. I do want to be here, I just…”
“Your dad, right?” He interjects. You blink at him dumbly and he explains, “You’re all he’s talked about for the last month. I assumed you two must have made up. I was curious to see whether or not you’d show up tonight.”
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The call had come late one night while you and Alexis were busy getting your individual work rooms set up. You were standing on a very wobbly step ladder, painting stars in silver and gold across the deep blue ceiling you had painted earlier in the day. When your phone went off you jumped out of your skin. Even more odd, it was your father’s old ringtone. You hadn’t heard that song come from your speaker in ages… since the last time you’d seen him, actually.
You’d slowly but surely made your way down the step ladder, carefully setting your plate of paint on the desk you’d built earlier in the day. Wiping your hands on the old tee you had specially for painting purposes you snatched up your phone and watched it ring for a moment longer before swiping to answer the call.
“Hi… dad.”
“Hey, Hon.” There was a bit of an awkward pause before he asked, “Are you back home?”
You gave a displeased grunt and accused, “You’ve talked to mom.”
He let out a heavy sigh but agreed, “I did. Of course I did. She thought I’d like to know my daughter was moving across the country for the second time in her life.” Another tense pause before, “It’s a shame I have to hear it from her.”
“Dad…” You groaned quietly, reaching up to wipe your forehead with the back of your arm, “Why would I speak to you after the last time we talked? Be real, please.”
“I know, I know.” He rushes quickly, “I know how I spoke to you was… unfair.”
“You told me I was the largest disappointment you’ve ever faced.” You bit out, “You told me that doing what I love was a waste of my life.” Your voice cracked as you said, “It was the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Hon, I know—“
“I was a good girl. All I ever did was try to please you. I graduated top of my class, I only kept friends you liked, I only dated boys with your approval, I… I did everything for you!” You’d practically yelled into the phone. “I was everything you asked me to be for eighteen years, and when I finally found out what I wanted to do, who I wanted to be, you decided I wasn’t enough for you! Do you know how bad that hurt?”
“I do.” He says immediately, “I know how awful I made you feel, trust me. Your mom gave me an earful for it—“
“Good!”
“But, I’ve thought about it a lot. And you’re right. What I said to you was awful. I was a terrible father in that moment.” He took a moment to think before asking, “If you’re not ready to see me, I understand. However, if you’re up for it, I’d like to take you to dinner and apologize. We can talk it out.”
You were breathing heavily by that point, your chest heaving as angry tears collected in your waterline. You were tired, you were emotionally exhausted, but more than that you were shell-shocked. You hadn’t expected to be having that conversation that night.
“I need time to think about it, Dad.” You finally murmured, “Let me think about it.”
There was the smallest bit of hope in his tone when he’d agreed, “Alright. I’m going to make us reservation for next Friday night… I’ll send you the details. I’ll be happy to see you if you show up. If not, I’ll give you time and you can reach back out when you’re ready. Alright?”
You’d nodded to the empty room and agreed, “That’s fair.”
“All right.” He’d said softly over the other side of the line. If you weren’t mistaken you heard your voice crack as he said, “I love you, Hon. I’ll… I’ll see you when I see you.”
And because you were a good girl, and somewhere deep down still his little girl you echoed, “I love you, Dad.” Before quickly hanging up the phone. 
You immediately collapsed in a heap on your office floor. Your legs pulled up to your chest and your face buried in between. Heavy sobs wracked your body and before you knew it you were wrapped in Lexi’s arms. She pulled you into a hug and shushed you gently, stroking her hand through your greasy hair. You hadn’t showered in days due to all the renovations you were performing at the shop. You weren’t sure how long you spent there sobbing on the floor like a child, but it felt good. You’d only cried over him once after that last time you saw him. Maybe you were making up for lost time.
When you finally pulled your head from between Lexi’s shoulder, she tsked and reached up on your desk to grab a roll of paper towels, tearing off a sheet and cooing, “Oh, you poor thing.” She wiped at your nose and dried your tears carefully, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just came to check on you when you raised your voice. I’m glad I stayed though. It was your Daddy you were talking to, wasn’t it? Evil man—“
“H-he wants to s-s-see me.” You’d choked out, “He said he w-wants to make things right.” A low whine came from your throat as you rubbed the heels of your hands against your eyes, “He apologized— he admitted he was wrong. I figured after three years nothing was gonna’ change.”
She smiled at you softly and said optimistically, “Well maybe he needed those three years to change. Maybe he needed time to see what he was missing without you in his life, Sugar.”
“I’m… I’m still so scared to see him.” You said meekly
You’d always been a bit of a scaredy cat. As a little girl and even now, the unknown was horrifying to you. Some days the anxiety of the unknown petrified you. You figured that’s why your art had led you to tattooing of all professions. There was a process, a set of rules, and a careful understanding between the client and the professional. 
“What have I always told you about being scared, hm?” Alexis prompted, “When we get an opportunity to do it, we can either do it, or…”
“Do it scared.” You’d said softly, “But either way, we do it.”
“That’s right.” She agreed, “Maybe this time you just have to do it scared.”
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Scared you were as you walked into that old steakhouse still running strong after all these years. Your father’s favorite place hadn’t changed even if he had. The chandeliers still shined with that same soft, warm lighting. The white tablecloths were pristine, and the waitstaff dressed in their same attire. You doubted that the menu had changed at all either. In a way, that was comforting. This place you were familiar with. There were bits and pieces of your history scattered throughout. The table you, your father, and your mother had sat around for your thirteenth birthday. The booth where you and your first boyfriend had been placed for your six-month anniversary dinner. The table for two in the back where you had once sat with Doctor Stephen Strange after your father had had to cancel your dinner date last minute…
Doctor Strange. Yet another problem you had to solve, and the solution would largely depend on how tonight went. If you and your father managed to fix things you couldn’t contact Strange… could you? The last time you’d seen Strange it hadn’t seemed as though he and your father were on speaking terms, but all the same, they had still been good friends. If you and your father patched things up it would be wrong. It would be a complete betrayal of the trust you’d earn back, and you didn’t want that. No, you couldn’t do this whole thing over again. Doctor Strange’s number would remain untouched just as it had for the last six months.
When you gave the hostess your father’s last name she guided you over to the booth where your father already sat. He stood and you watched as his eyes took you in from head to toe. You’d chosen to wear a cute little pantsuit that you’d bought a while back. It was a wine-red color with three pieces; The pants, the blazer, and the slightly cropped strapless shirt underneath. You’d left it unbuttoned for a bit more of a casual look, but your hair was pulled back neatly. Gold jewelry adorned your neck and several different piercings in your ears compliments of Alexis. Your black heels barely peeked out beneath the red fabric, but it was clear from your added height that they were present. The pantsuit had a two-fold purpose: It looked sleek and professional, and also covered a majority of your tattoos… besides the one that now sat front and center on your chest, which was a bitch to hide with anything but a turtle neck.
Your father outstretched his arms and received you warmly with a kiss on the cheek and a murmured, “You look lovely… all grown up.”
You gave him a tight smile and nodded, “Not quite all grown up, but I think I’ve gotten through the worst of it.”
“Here’s to hoping.” He chuckled, nodding to the bottle of wine already on the table, “Would you like some?”
“What is it?”
“A pinot grigio… good to pair with shellfish and I remember how much you loved their lobster.”
You nod, “I do. And sure, I’ll have a little.” The two of you remind silent as he poured the wine, and he watched carefully as you took a small sip, tilting your head back and forth as you tasted it and declared, “A bit dry for me, but still very nice. I prefer red, but I know that’s probably a bit much for seafood.”
“Probably so, but I’d be happy to get you a glass of red if that’s what you wanted.”
“Oh, no! Really, it’s fine.” You argue, picking up your menu, “Thank you, though.”
You can feel his eyes on you for a while before he asks, “How has the shop been? You opened on Monday.”
“We did.” You agree with a small smile, “And it was wonderful. The grand opening was amazing… I met so many of the locals that follow me on Instagram and I’m booked solid for the next year with more and more emails coming in. Alexis— my business partner— and I both. And the shop is just beautiful. We funded it all on our own and it looks exactly how we dreamed it would.” You gush, smile growing wider by the second before you reel yourself in, giving an awkward clearing of your throat and a sheepish smile, “So… very good.”
Your dad quirks a little half-smile of his own and announces, “I’d like to meet Alexis sometime if she’d be up for it.”
“Oh?”
“Of course. If she’s a good friend of yours, I’d like to meet her. Maybe I can even come look at the shop someday?” He suggests hesitantly, a bit of hope in his voice
Well, damn. He was really trying.
You nod, “You could come by someday while I’m on break… or before we open. We don’t close until ten and I know my old man has a strict eight o’ clock curfew.”
“I do.” He chuckles, “But I could break it if there’s no other time.” His eyes fall to the tattoo piece on your chest and you feel your cheeks heat with a bit of embarrassment. There was nothing wrong with the tattoo. It was on the smaller side, and even if the placement was a bit risqué it had been placed there for symmetry’s sake. A little honey bee surrounded by little sprigs of forget-me-nots. “That one is new.” He notes nonchalantly
You reach up and press a hand over it, “Three months healed.”
“It’s…” He searches for a minute to find a word that will suit both you and him before settling on, “Pretty.”
“I thought so.” You agree
“Is it your work?”
“I drew it, yes.”
“Very pretty.” He repeats
You take in a small breath and recall, “Last time you saw my tattoos you said I looked like a ‘cheap whore.’”
Your father winces but acknowledges, “I did.” You two stare at one another before he admits, “It was wrong of me. I… I might have felt it at the time, but I see now it was a large overreaction. And even if I don’t like it— them— it’s on your body, not mine. If tattoos make you happy… I suppose they’re all right by me.”
Your eyes get a bit misty as you ask, “You mean it?”
“Of course I do.” His face softens as he reaches out to take your hands, “I… I was horrible to you that night, Y/N. I’ve thought about it every day since, but I was just so embarrassed and too proud to call you. I should have, I know I should have. You have no idea how many times I almost did—“
“I was so hurt by what you said.” You interrupt, the tears crowding your lashline further, “I worked so long for so hard to make you proud of me. That’s all I ever wanted, Dad.” You say, voice wavering, “I know I’m not what you wanted me to be. I know you were expecting a doctor or a lawyer or some sort of scientist… but I need you to know I don’t regret it. I don’t regret what I chose to do or who I am because of it. I… I wanted so long for you to love me for who I was and not who you wanted me to be.” You give a sort of shrug and look away as the first tear rolls down your cheek, “What I’m trying to say is… if you’re hoping that we’ll reconcile and I’ll be different because of it, that won’t happen. I love who I am. I don’t need you to love me.”
“Oh, Hon…” Your dad sighs. He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye as he says, “Of course I love you. Doctor or lawyer or… body artist. I just wanted the best for you. I wanted to see you succeed and I was scared to death that this career wouldn’t help you with that because there are people— people like me, I guess— who look down on it. But I see now how well you’ve done for yourself. And I know my fear doesn’t excuse my prejudice, but I’m working on it. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying for you.” He runs his thumb under your eye gently and scolds, “Stop your crying, you’ll ruin your lovely makeup.”
You give a choked little giggle and nod, “I know, I know.” You place your hand over his and murmur, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He shakes his head and denies, “You don’t have a damn thing to be sorry for, Honey. The fault is all mine. And I promise I’ll do better moving forward if you’ll let me. I don’t think I’ll survive another year without seeing you.”
You nod, “I forgive you.”
“Thank you.”
The rest of the dinner after that was… easy. A massive weight that had been a constant for nearly five years was lifted from your chest. It was as if you’d gotten so used to living with it there that you’d learned to breathe against it, and now, there was absolutely nothing holding you back. You smiled, you laughed, you joked… you’d missed your dad so much. You’d missed his safety and understanding. This was the last piece missing in your grand plan of moving back to New York. Well… almost the last piece. But now that you and your father were back on good terms, that little number hidden away in your cell phone was the least of your worries.
Until later that week. Until you’d been out to dinner with your father again and from across the room you’d seen Doctor Strange sitting alone at a table, indulging in food and drink, blissfully unaware you were sitting across the room from him. 
Your eyes must have wandered one too many times, and eventually, your father caught on. When he turned to see who you’d been looking at he’d looked back to you with a sigh, a displeased grimace on his face.
“You and Doctor Strange used to be good friends.” You had prompted
“Yes.” He’d agreed simply
You’d allowed heavy silence to fill the space for a moment before pressing, “Are you not anymore?”
“No.” Your father says cooly, not bothering to elaborate any further than a simple, “We’re not.”
“Oh.” You give a slight frown at the red you can see grace the tips of your father’s ears. Embarrassment? Anger? “That’s… a shame. He was always nice to me.”
“Yeah, well…” Your Dad mumbles more to himself than to you, “he was nice to a lot of the women in my life, apparently.”
As you part your lips to ask what the hell that’s supposed to mean, the waiter returns asking what the two of you would like for dessert. Your father orders quickly before sending him away with a smile and turning back to ask, “So, tell me about the shop. Where is it?”
And that was where the topic of Doctor Strange was left for the night, a lingering feeling of dread pulling at the pit of your stomach.
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“Y/N?” Stephen’s voice seemed to snap you out of your trance. You turned to look at him with bleary eyes and he prompted, “You and your dad?”
“We’re good. We’re better than we’ve been in a long time.” You pause, pulling at the sleeves of your cardigan nervously, “I um… I know you already know this and you have no reason to go talking about it, but you can’t mention a thing about me. Just… be as disinterested in me as you have been the six years I’ve been gone, yeah? Don’t raise a bit of suspicion.”
“Of course.” He agrees, his eyes falling to your waist where you wrap your cardigan around yourself tighter, the action causing you to inadvertently push your chest up.
“And I can only meet you here.” You looked a bit embarrassed as you admit, “Honestly, my place isn’t much to look at compared to this.” You wave around his penthouse, “Plus, Alexis is there at the same time I am since we work identical hours, and my dad knows where I am now. He’s been visiting quite often… I wouldn’t want him to wander over while you and I were— Doctor Strange…” You laugh, reaching out and grabbing his chin to tilt his head up, forcing him to meet your eyes, “Should I assume you were staring at my tattoo rather than my chest?”
Stephen smirks and shrugs, “Same thing.”
You tut and disagree, “No. I’ve had plenty of guys apologize because I thought I caught them staring at my tits and they were only looking at the art.”
“Both are a work of art if you ask me.”
You throw your head back laughing and shove his shoulder, “Dickhead…”
Stephen reaches out and wraps his arm around your waist, scooting closer as he notes, “It’s a new piece. Wasn’t there the last time I saw you.”
“No… a little moving present from me to me.” You explain, “My dad even said he liked it!”
Stephen grimaces, “Well now let’s hope he was admiring the actual art.”
“Ew.” You scoff
“Well don’t talk about your dad right now…” He chuckles
“Or you could just not be a pervert.”
Stephen tsks, “I thought that’s what you came here for, Sweetheart.” Hold holds up both hands and leans back, scooting to the far end of the couch and saying, “My bad, I’ll just sit here and behave like a gentleman.”
You pout and crawl over to him, reaching out and grabbing his hands, “I was only teasing, Doctor.”
“Oh no…” He fakes a pout of his own, “I’ll sit here and behave myself.”
You take in a deep breath and before you can talk yourself out of it you’re straddling his lap. You intertwine your hands behind his neck and settle your weight against his lap, batting your lashes up at him and enticing, “I don’t want you to behave.” You lean forward so your forehead rests against his own and encourage, “I want you to be bad.”
Stephen lets out a slow sigh, his hands coming up to grab your hips underneath your cardigan, eyes traveling down to see your skirt bunched up due to the spread of your legs around his waist. His thumbs trace against your sides and you give a little shiver at the soft contact, hips rocking forward ever so slightly.
“You say stop and everything stops.” Stephen says clearly, “You give me a hard limit and I won’t push it.” He looks you in the eye as he asks, “Do you have any hard limits I should know about?”
He’s shocked to hear you give a very unembarrassed explanation, “I don’t like taking it from the back and I don’t take it up ass.” Stephen gives a hearty laugh, but nods his understanding, practically beaming at you. You consider a moment longer before saying, “My safe word is ‘ink.’” Your cheeks hear as you admit, “There are still some things I’m not good at. I’m just— I’ve tried nearly everything, but Jameson was… he just wasn’t patient enough.”
Stephen nods and reassures, “I’ll be patient with you if you need it, Baby. Don’t worry about that.”
“Is there anything you don’t like?”
He gives a little smirk and answers, “I’ve done it all and I’d do it all again. Consider me open to anything. I’ll use the same safe word if need be.”
“Okay.” You nod, your nose brushing against his own, “I um… I just don’t want to disappoint—“
You’re cut off as Stephen’s lips crash into your own. You give a little whimper, shifting your hands up into his hair, pulling at the soft locks. You feel as Stephen smiles into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. You lean into him, your chest pressed against your own and part your lips for him. His tongue strokes against your own, exploratory and gentle. You shift your hips forward, feeling the denim of his jeans against your barely covered sex.
He trails his lips down your neck, your head lulling back, every touch of his lips against your skin sending a thrill down your spine and straight to your cunt. Stephen gave a groan as you rocked your hips forward, attempting to get closer to him. Every little shift you gave placed friction against his cock that he couldn’t deny was incredibly pleasurable. Every time your nails scratched along his scalp he had to hold back a different sound of pleasure.
He tilted his face up slightly to watch your reaction as he moved his hands upward, one cupping your breast just to test your response. Your breath caught, but you reached up and placed your hand over his own, guiding his other hand to do the same, back arching as he groped at you. You removed your own hands to pull off your cardigan, tossing it to the floor behind you and returning to taste his lips once more.
You didn’t know how long Stephen spent grabbing and groping at you, but you weren’t going to object. His touch was divine. He seemed to know each and every place to let his hands linger, the right way to grab you, the right way to hold you as you kissed one another breathless. One hand on the back of your neck, the other pulling at the belt loops of your skirt. 
Once he pulled you in just the right way, shifting your body ever so slightly so your clit managed to catch just right on the bulge in his pants. You let out a gasp, grabbing a fistful of his tee in your hands and rocking your hips to get a second taste at the sensation. Stephen laid his head back into the couch cushions and smiled up at you, both hands moving back to your hips, two fingers of each slipping through your belt loops, helping you rock back and forth against his cock.
“That’s it, Sweetheart.” He purrs, eyes falling to catch a glimpse of the lacy black panties you wore beneath your skirt, “Found a good spot, hm?” You nod, not trusting yourself to speak at the moment. Stephen chuckles, the noise reverberating around the large room, your staccato breathing the only sound to accompany it. His hands travel back to your ass where he takes a generous feel, a pleased hum leaving his lips, “You look nice up there, Baby.” He gives your ass a small slap and you gasp at the sensation, “You ever rode someone? Think you’d be real damn good at it.”
“A few times.” You answer honestly and grumble, “I hated it. He didn’t do shit.” 
Stephen laughs, “Well, that’s no way to treat a lady.” He promises, “I won’t make you do all the work. And if you hate it still, we’ll switch it up. How’s that sound?”
“Good…” You moan as your clit throbs, “Feels— sounds good, I mean.”
He tuts and reaches up, taking your face in his hands and teasing, “Already losing it, Sweetheart? Barely getting started.” You were like putty in his hands as Stephen rolled you off his lap and to the side, one of your legs still straddled over his lap leaving you wide open. “That’s it, Baby. Spread those legs for me—wider— yes, good girl.”
He kept eye contact as his hand slithered up your leg before traveling back down. His touch sent goose bumps across the soft skin, your tummy turning in anticipation. He began to work his way back up your leg, eyes falling, stopping to admire the ink on your skin. His fingers would trace the outlines of the different shapes as his eyes followed, curious as always. Snake, moth, sun, rays of light… and now he could see a new image that he hadn’t gotten to all those months ago. A hand outstretched, offering up a pomegranate to an unseen person, the juice running down the person’s hand, droplets dripping from their fingertips. 
You watched as he traced. He traced and teased and admired you until you were on the brink of madness. But it was good. It was nice to be admired rather than simply used. Taking your time rather than being placed straight on someone’s cock and given little stimulation before they passed out. With Doctor Strange, every touch was a different sort of stimulation. Maddening, beautiful torture.
Finally— finally— his hand cupped your core, his middle finger pressing between your lips making you squirm. He rubbed over the spot gently, feeling the wetness that had built at your core. He pulled your panties to the side and let out a low sigh, though honestly, it sounded more akin to a growl than anything else. 
“Such a pretty pussy, Sweetheart.” You keen as he sinks his middle finger into your heat. It’s quick and smooth with how aroused you are, the action bringing nothing but bliss to mind. He pumps his finger in and out a few times before you feel a bit of a stretch, his ring finger joining the mix as he settles his thumb over your clit. You whimper, throwing your head back and letting out a sigh of satisfaction. “Good girl, just like that.” He coos, using his free hand to grab you around the neck and pull you back in for a long, slow, and— on your part— uncoordinated kiss.
Stephen smiles as you grind upward, fucking yourself on his fingers, pretty eyes fluttering open and closed as you murmur things like, ‘So good, Doctor,’ and ‘Need more,’ or ‘Please…’ over and over again. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, whining and moaning at the feeling of his fingers curling inside you. Your gasp echos through his head as he adds his index finger, stretching you to what he was certain was his sweet little girl’s limit. The wet sounds produced by his fingers plunging in and out of your hole make his cock throb with need.
“Pussy takes my fingers so well, Baby.” He says, “Gonna’ take my cock the same way, yeah? Right after you cum all over my hand gonna put you on my dick, let you ride it until you cum like that too.”
“Yes. Yes, Doctor.” You whine, your lips trailing up and down his neck, every once in a while pausing to nibble at the skin making Strange sigh, “I want your cock now, please. I’m ready. M’so wet.” Your words leave in short little pants, legs trembling from the amount of stimulation to your g-spot. His thumb against your clit has you seeing stars with every thrust of his fingers.
“Uh-uh.” He grumbles, “Cum around my fingers first. I know you’re close. These pretty little legs are shaking.” He grins as you let out a moan, wrapping one arm around his neck while your other balls up his shirt in your fist. “Come on…” He pistons his fingers in and out of your hole, muttering lowly, “Come for me. Been waiting all this time to see how you fall apart. Imagined it for years.” 
Stephen had heard about it before... seen it in a porno or two actually. Some women’s orgasms were so intense that it was a full-body experience. He’d just never seen it in person. He watched in amazement as your whole body seized in his hold as you came, legs shaking so hard he wondered if you’d be able to stand after the fact. High-pitched moans fell from your lips as you clawed at his shoulders and chest. He didn’t stop the movement of his fingers, but graciously took his thumb from your clit, certain a moment longer would send you hurtling toward overstimulation. Your hips didn’t stop their grinding either, merely slowing down. 
Stephen whispered to you, praising you for summing for him, how pretty the sight of your body shaking for him was, how he couldn’t wait to watch you fall apart like that on top of him. “That’s it… shit. That’s a good fucking girl.” He growls in your ear, “Cum so pretty for me.” He kisses the top of your head, slowing the push and pull of his fingers inside you, “Got you nice and stretched out too. You still want my cock, Sweetheart?”
“Yes please, Doctor.” You murmur hazily, “Wanna’ feel you inside me now.”
Stephen chuckles, carefully prying you from his body to work on stripping himself down. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he sits up and pulls off his shirt, a long, toned torso revealed as a result. You reach out and trace the little freckles and moles dotting his skin as he reaches down to unzip his way-too-tight jeans. You stopped him, bringing your own hand down to do the honors. 
Stephen throws his arms behind his head as he watches your fingers pop open the button of his fly. You unzip the jeans carefully, catching Stephen off guard when you promptly wiggle your hand inside, groping his balls through the fabric of his boxers. He lets out a moan, head thrown back giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss and lick up the column of his throat as you continue to massage his balls.
Suddenly entirely impatient Stephen grabs at the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, lifting his hips and shedding both in one go. You reach to strip off your tank top as Stephen pulls at your skirt roughly, forcing it over your hips and around your knees as you clumsily kneel on the couch, hands wandering from your own body back to his, desperate to keep a hold on him, scared he’ll disappear if you look away for even a minute. You rip your bra over your head as Stephen makes a grab for you, pulling you over so you’re back to straddling his lap, one knee on either side of his legs, panties still pushed to the side, neither of you feeling patient enough to remove them at this point.
Stephen grabs your face and crushes his lips against yours, the slow, experimental kisses from earlier gone, replaced by a need and longing fostered for nearly a decade. His hands are in your hair, yours roaming across his stomach, chest, and shoulders. You’re both breathless, moaning into one another’s mouths as you reach down, taking his cock in hand. You don’t even give yourself time to take a look at his cock before you’re sinking down on it, and shit that man had a big dick. You slammed your hips down over him, not caring about the consequences, you’d been prepped well enough. 
Stephen lets out a groan. One hand wraps around your throat as the other comes down over the globe of your ass cheek while he demands, “Ride me, Sweetheart. Use my cock for a bit before I turn this pretty pussy into a cock sleeve.”
You moan, throwing your head back as you begin to move your hips up and down. Doctor Strange pulls you flush against his chest, your face landing against the back of the couch as Strange’s hands both move to grope at your ass, his hands working to help you move on his impressive length. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with both of your moans and groans. 
“Feels so fucking good.” He bites out, lips trailing across your shoulder and down your arm as far as he can reach. “Pretty body feels so good.” His hands travel from your ass up to your shoulders and back down, “Doing such a good job, don’t know what the fuck that asshole from Georgia was so impatient for. You feel fucking perfect. You’re doing so goddamn good for me, Baby. Just keep bouncing on my cock like that.”
You moan at the praises, pussy clenching around his cock, hands finding their way back into his hair where you pull, lips finding their way to his ear where you attempt to leave little nibbles and kisses only to end up leaving more breathy mews and little gasps of pleasure. Every little noise you made sent shivers up Stephen’s spine, his cock twitching, chest swelling with pride knowing how good you felt. 
You squeeze your eyes shut and focus on the steady pounding of your pussy, the sharp friction against your clit from the subtle bump and grind motion while you bounce along his cock. You’ve just cum not more than ten minutes ago but you already feel the fresh tingle of a quickly approaching orgasm.
“S’big, Doctor.” You mumble, hardly coherent, “Cock’s so big. I-it feels so good.” 
“Yeah, Baby?”
“Mhm.” You manage to squeak out, “Feels exactly how I dreamed it would. O-oh, God…”
Stephen smirks, his strong arms suddenly bringing your bouncing to a halt. He brings his hands up and grabs your arms, pulling them behind your back and using one of his own to hook through at your elbows, effectively clipping your wings. You try to start your movement again, but the doctor just hold you there, hovering with only half his cock buried inside you.
Looking up at you he asks, “Is this how it looked in your dreams, Sweetheart? What did it look like when I fucked you in your dreams all those years ago?”
You wiggle your hips a bit, heat creeping up your neck and into your ears as you admit, “I-I would think about us in my bedroom. I’d think about seducing you and you… you being my first.” Your walls squeeze around him as you say, “I always thought you’d be gentle with me then.”
He raises a brow, “Do you want me to be gentle with you now?”
“God no.” You breathe out shakily
He searches your eyes for a moment before a wicked smile curves his lips and he agrees, “Good.” Before fucking up into you, his balls slapping against your ass as your legs shake.
“Oh my God!” You cry out, “Stephen, fuck!”
You fall forward, keeping your ass raised as Stephen pushes his hips upward, his hands under your thighs to aid in keeping you up while he fucks upward into you. Your moans are all he can hear as he plunges in and out of your heat, your wet, warm walls wrapped tight around him. He reaches up and grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you back so he can look at your face.
“Told you I was gonna’ use you like a cock sleeve. Just letting me use you how I want.” He fake pouts at you whimper, pussy clenching around him hard, “Oh, you like that? Like being used by me?”
“Y-yes.” You whimper, eyes fluttering shut, “It’s j-just so good. You’re s-so much older and stronger and— I just want to make you happy, Doctor.”
His free hand cracks down over your ass and he demands, “Look at me while I fuck you, Sweet Girl.” He cranes his neck upward placing a gentle kiss on your lips that did not match the way he was pounding into you or the filth he was spewing. Stephen watched your eyes roll back in your head before you snapped them forward, trying to keep your eyes on him as he’d asked. “There you go.” He murmurs, running one hand up your tummy to your chest, pinching at your nipples and smiling at the way it caused you to shake.
He ducked his head, kissing down and across your chest, latching his lips around the opposite nipple and sucking gently, slowing the thrust of his hips. His head catches just right on the spongey place inside you, finding that same spot his fingers had found earlier. You cry out, tears filling your eyes as he begins his short, staccato thrusts in and out, his own chest heaving.
“Doctor, p-please. I’m g-gonna—“ You choke on your words, legs starting to shake making it nearly impossible to hold up your weight.
“Me too, Sweetheart.” He mumbles, “Gonna cum right after you. Want you to kneel and let me paint your pretty tits.”
“Yes, yes sir.” You whimper, fingers pulling at the dark locks of hair in your hands, “Whatever you want.”
“That’s right.” He smiles into your neck, “And I want you to cum for me. Cum now.”
And with a few more thrusts, you do. You tremble on top of him, head thrown back, chest pushed out, and a cry of ecstasy leaving your lips. Stephen mutters praise, smiling as you look back down at him with glassy eyes, kiss flushed lips parted as you breathe raggedly. Stephen gives your ass a gentle squeeze and requests, “Get on your knees for me, Baby.”
You do, lifting yourself off his cock with a little whine, the emptiness hitting you and stealing your breath away. But you get on your knees between his legs and take his cock in hand. You rest your cheek against his knee, looking up at him, feeling more satisfied than ever before. You stroke his shaft in time with your unsteady breathing, watching his reactions as you do. Your other hand traces the subtle muscles that line his abdomen and chest, counting all those little freckles and moles. Perhaps they were his equivalent of your tattoos. 
Strange gives a soft groan, his head falling back against the couch cushions as he compliments, “Perfect, Sweetheart. Just like that. Milk my cock.”
You smile, biting into your lower lip at the sight of his hips shifting. You run your nails lightly down his chest, across his abdomen, and lower to his balls. You massage them gently once more, willing him to cum for you. Stephen can feel you practically purring between his legs and when he looks down your eyes are trained on his throbbing, twitching cock in your little hand.
“I want you to cum.” You say, lifting your eyes to look at him through dark lashes, “Show me how well I’ve done for you, Doctor.”
Stephen sighs, hands gripping at the leather of the couch as he cums. Ropes of cum shoot out from his head, the first few catching on your chin as the rest coat your chest. You give a sweet little giggle, further slowing your hand, watching as the last bit of his release drips down over your knuckles. You lean forward and lick away his release and come up, suckling gently on his head, causing a gasp of shock to leave his lips. 
You pull off with a pleased hum and whisper, “Tastes good, Doctor.” He gives a chuckle, hips bucking as you lap your tongue around his head one final time. You place a kiss against his inner thigh and confess, “I want to do this again.”
Stephen leans down, taking your face in his hands and kissing you roughly before pulling back to say, “I think we can arrange that, Sweetheart.”
You smile as he kisses you again,  deciding whatever the fuck had happened between Doctor Strange and your father in the past was in the past. And you had a plenty of orgasms in your future.
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Eddie Munson x Reader x Corroded Coffin groupie
A little mayhem never hurt anyone
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Eddie has a tour with his band Corroded Coffin and you go along as band manager and you are Eddie's long-term girlfriend. You and Eddie end up meeting another girl who was one of his band's biggest fans and you, along with Eddie, show her the best night of her life. Takes place in the late 80s. Reader Eddie and Groupie are all in their young 20s.
18+ only absolutely no exceptions. This is filth.
ao3 version
Sexual content, sexual themes, 3some, handjob, blowjob, pussy eating, p in v sex, fingering, girl on girl, lesbian sex, spit kink, facials.
Corroded Coffin had a small line of gigs lined up and what made it super awesome was that they could finally tour outside of Indiana and the small town of Hawkins. Eddie was thrilled when he found out the news and he, of course, told you right away. Once he knew he would play some shows, he was super excited because the band would open for none other than the thrash metal band known as Carnivore with frontman Peter Steele. It was going to be an amazing summer and Eddie already had the tour bus for his band purchased. You were a temporary fill-in as the bass player for the tour in 1987 when Grant temporarily took a hiatus. The year was now 1988. Eddie had spent the earlier half of the year working at the video rental place with Robin and Steve, and had a good portion of the money saved up combined with contributions from the other band members and savings from their music sales. When the day finally came to start the tour, you packed and loaded your bags on the bus. You and Eddie were wearing matching Hellfire Club tee shirts. He also had on his signature Dio vest and you had on your favorite leather jacket with pins from all of your favorite rock and metal bands. The first night of the tour was in Indianapolis. Of course, you had side-stage access to the tour and you couldn’t wait for it to start. It was going to be your first summer away from home and you couldn’t wait. Little did you know it would end up being the best summer of your life. Once you arrived at the tour's first stop, you went backstage and did your makeup.
By the time that the soundcheck had started, you were watching front-row and seeing your man play a cover of Master of Puppets by Metallica. You were so proud of Eddie and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as he played on the stage. Showtime soon arrived, and you were side-stage as the lights went down and the crowd cheered on Corroded Coffin. Eddie took the stage first and once the rest of the band started playing, he joined in and played an original song. One girl in the crowd caught your eye pretty quickly. She was gorgeous and one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Her style was like yours and she had long black hair. She had on all black and red leather, sultry dark makeup, spiked jewelry, and the prettiest hazel eyes. It was then you noticed her Corroded Coffin logo tattoo. There were multiple tattoos adorning her body but the band's logo tattoo stood out. She knew every single word to each song and once Corroded Coffin finished playing, you went up to her and asked her name. She told you her name was Brody, and you gave her a backstage VIP all-access pass. The band was celebrating their first show with drinks at the bar and you and Eddie were watching Carnivore. Soon Brody stopped by the bar asking you and Eddie if you wanted some drinks and you gladly accepted her offer ordering beers and some shots of whiskey. You clinked glasses and gave a toast to keeping rock n’ roll alive.
When Carnivore was close to ending their set you whispered to Eddie you were heading back to the tour bus and he promised he would be there shortly. The rest of the band was off partying and you told Brody to stop by the bus in about ten minutes or so. When you were on the bus you changed into something more comfortable- a black lingerie slip. Soon after Eddie came onto the bus. He passionately kissed you as he took off his jacket and pushed you down onto the bed. A knock came mere minutes later and you looked at him with a raise of your brows.
“I bet that’s Brody, huh? What do you say we ask her to stay the night with us?” He asked mischievously.
“Sure. I thought you’d never ask. I guess things would be even more fun with another person."
He slapped your ass as you got up and waited patiently on the bed as you opened the doors to the bus and invited Brody inside.
“That show was amazing. I am really glad we met. Eddie’s band is one of the best I’ve ever seen live. I don’t mean to be a fangirl, but can I get his autograph?”
It was endearing to you how she truly loved Corroded Coffin. Some girls had made it backstage to hook up with you and Eddie, but her passion for his music seemed genuine.
“Of course, but right now, you should just relax and talk to us for a bit. Do you want anything to drink?”
“Sounds like a good idea, but I’m fine for right now and I don’t need a drink. I think it's pretty awesome how you were Corroded Coffin's bassist for the band on the tour last year."
"Thanks, that means a lot. Grant is a great guy, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the time of my life and I wish I could tour with the band more often.”
As you walked to the back of the bus, she followed you and once she saw Eddie's head banging along to Metallica's Master of Puppets on the radio, she got into the music too. He noticed and flashed her a big grin as she sat down next to him on the bed.
You wasted no time getting closer to her and giving her a signed Corroded Coffin poster, touching her hand and fingers as you gave it to her.
“Thanks. This is so great. I was thinking about following more of the tour. I hope you don't think that’s weird. I have so many posters and tee shirts of Corroded Coffin,” she added. She set the signed poster aside on the bedside table.
“That just really shows the band you love them and true dedication. It's great you are going to do that. Also love the Corroded Coffin tattoo” Eddie told her with a wink. It flattered him, to say the very least.
"Thanks its my favorite one."
So far, Brody seemed like the greatest fan ever. She was the perfect supporter- a fan any band would be lucky to have.
“I just want you to be comfortable with us,” you mused.
“What are you thinking about right now?” Brody asked as she looked at you with equal parts amusement and curiosity in her eyes.
“I’m just thinking about how hot it would be if we all kissed,” you suggested with a raise of your brows.
She looked at you, then Eddie, and back towards you again as a slight blush formed on her cheeks. She thought about what you had just propositioned, as so got up to get closer to you. She straddled your lap and leaned forward to crash her lips against yours, answering with actions instead of words. It turned you on so badly and made you want her even more.
She smelled like vanilla and eucalyptus, and you loved how she tasted. You kissed her back even harder and made her grind on your lap. When the kiss broke, you gestured Eddie closer to you both with a crook of your finger. He removed his shirt but put back on the denim jacket with his heavy metal patches, then kissed you with tongue as Brody watched. After possibly the best French kiss you ever had before, she leaned in towards Eddie and kissed him deeply. You moved your hands to her clothed breasts and cupped them as she moaned against his lips. Your fingers moved under her dress, pushing it up and ripping her tights along the way as she revealed to you she had no panties on. Your other hand still kneaded her breast and tweaked her nipples through the thin black material. Turning back towards you, she kissed you again as your fingers found their way inside her tights, ripping them just a little more as you desperately fingered her. As she ground against your fingers moaning desperately, Eddie watched as he kissed and bit your neck. Everything that was happening was making you so wet and you could tell Eddie was rock hard now. Already she was soaking on your fingers as you pushed them even deeper inside of her. She felt so fucking good and amazing as your fingers worked their magic on her clit.
"Eddie, feel just how tight her pussy is," you suggested as you grabbed his hand and replaced your fingers with his.
He moved two long fingers deeply inside of her, strumming her like he would his guitar as they looked into each other's eyes. The grin he had on his face as he fingered her wet pussy was priceless. You had her taste your fingers of her juices which she sucked greedily.
“Fuck, I want you to fuck me. Please. Eat me out while Eddie watches,” she begged and pleaded desperately.
“You want to be my pillow princess, is that it? You want me to eat your desperate pussy because you are so needy and you just have to have my mouth?”
You slapped her ass with your hand as Eddie continued to finger fuck her before stopping and bringing his fingers to your lips, tapping them so you could taste. You did eagerly and swished your tongue over his slick fingers.
“Yes, I want it all. And I want Eddie to enjoy himself, too.”
“Babe, just being here with the two of you makes me happy.”
You smiled at him, then pushed her onto the bed, laying her down and ripping off the rest of her clothes.
"She tastes so fucking good." You eagerly kissed him so he could get a taste too as Brody watched, clearly turned on by it all. He nodded in agreement and got up, stripping off all his clothes as you removed your slip. He leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear.
“Please, her pussy, as I eat you out. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet pussy again,” he told you with a wicked grin on his face.
Once Eddie was naked, he cupped your sex with one hand and your ass with the other and finger fucked you as he squeezed and spanked your ass. Mewls and moans escaped your lips. As he did this, you kissed and licked her inner thighs, wanting to get her nice and wet for you. He removed his fingers from your cunt and then sucked them clean. You were eager to feel his balls slapping against your ass. He took his time though with licking your clit and separating your pussy lips, wanting to give you the utmost pleasure and wanting you nice and wet before he fucked you. Your fingers moved over her wet entrance before you began to suck and tease her clit. Her pussy tasted so good and you loved how sweet it was.
"That feels so nice," she groaned as you pleased her with fingers and tongue as well as slaps against her pussy.
The wet and lewd sounds of you eating her out as he ate you out were such a turn-on, and you were getting wetter with each passing moment and more with each lick against your pussy.
"That's right baby, eat her out like it's your last meal. daddy's going to fuck you so fucking hard," he promised before giving your ass a few good slaps. Eddie stroked his cock and spit on it, then lined himself up at your entrance. It felt so nice to feel his big thick cock making contact with your aching and needy pussy again. It had been too long. He began inching in little by little as you began to slap and spank her pussy and she whined in pleasure and squeezed her breasts.
"I'm so fuckin wet daddy and her pussy tastes so fucking amazing," you moaned as he adjusted himself inside of you with a hand on your ass, his other hand pulling your hair back.
"I love fucking you baby and watching you please her," Eddie grunted.
He moved slowly at first, then picked up his pace as you licked, sucked, and spit on her clit while simultaneously rocking back and forth on his cock. He pounded into you mercilessly, wanting to make you feel amazing, and watched as you pleased her pussy. He felt his cock grow even harder as he fucked you, and a low groan escaped his lips. You messily ate her pussy, loving how she tasted. The sounds she was making and how she clenched the sheets beneath her with her fingers brought a smile to your face and made you want to make her cum even more. Your breasts bounced as Eddie fucked you deep and hard. His cock was already twitching inside of you.
"I love your mouth. Fuck! I love watching Eddie fuck you too," she whimpered loudly as she pleased her breasts pinching them and raising her hips to get even closer to your mouth.
"You taste so good and you are such a good girl for me," you seductively told her.
As you ate her out voraciously, she screamed your name and moaned her sounds echoing off the walls. You were so fucking wet and wanted to feel your fingers inside your pussy. You were so tight and he loved how the walls of your pussy hugged his huge cock. You could no longer resist the temptation to touch yourself, even though he didn't yet allow you to. As you fingered yourself, Eddie quickly noticed, and a scowl formed on his face.
"Don't touch yourself without my permission, doll. I want us to cum together," he forewarned you as he slapped your ass again, wanting to leave an imprint of red marks.
You removed your fingers and looked back at him with a bratty grin on your face, to which he grimaced. He slapped your ass even harder and left it a bit bruised as he fucked you at a fast pace. He wanted to make you cum and cry out his name, and he was eager to fill your pussy up with his cum. As he looked at you pleasing her, he watched the show eagerly and fucked you harder. The way he made you feel was amazing, and you were getting very close to your release.
"Eddie, I'm gonna cum."
"I know, baby girl. I know."
You fingered, sucked, and licked her pussy as you looked up at her with lust in your eyes.
"Fuck, that's so good. I love watching when you eat my pussy. Fuck!" She cried out as the loud sounds of fucking were heard throughout the tour bus.
His cock felt so good as he fucked in and out of you with deep thrusts and you were on the verge of cumming for him. It wouldn't be much longer before she would cum as well, because you knew just how to work her pussy like a pro. Her walls clenched tightly around your fingers as you ate her out, and her cries of pleasure were like music to your ears. It felt so wonderful to be eating her out as he pounded into you and pulled your hair. There truly wasn't a better position to be in.
As his pounding grew in intensity, his slaps on your ass became even rougher. Eddie loved watching you fuck another woman, and you wanted to please him so badly, but most of all it pleased you. The taste of her pussy and the sounds she was making let you know she was having the time of her life.
"I want to see Eddie make you cum," she cried out as she played with her breasts and watched him pound into your pussy as Eddie groaned.
"Eddie, your cock feels s'good," you moaned around her pussy.
"Make her cum, my dirty girl," he demanded you as he gently wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly.
The intensity of your licking and the thrusts of your fingers drove her over the edge as she whined and tugged on strands of your hair. Her eyes rolled back into her head as you pleased her and made her cum. She was so sexy and Eddie's deep and hard thrusts into your pussy and the slaps against your ass made your orgasm quickly approach.
Moments later, you came calling out his name, and he pulled out, feeling about ready to burst. Your mouths watered at the sight of him stroking his big length. Brody crawled over to you, spreading your pussy lips, looking at your wetness mixed with his pre-cum.
"Can I taste?" She inquired curiously.
"Please do."
She got down in front of you, wrapping your legs around her shoulders, and licked your sensitive bud as she swirled her tongue around your pussy, licking all of your wetness and sucking, making you moan so loud for her.
"Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Eddie groans lowly, resisting the urge to touch himself any longer so he wouldn't cum right there on the spot.
As she ate you out and made eye contact with you, you looked from her to Eddie, whimpering and moaning as you were getting overstimulated and nearing another orgasm.
"She's amazing at eating pussy, Eddie. Fucking me so good with her tongue I'm going to cum again," you mewled and pulled back her hair from her face tightly.
"Be a good slut and make her cum," he commanded as he kneaded her ass and slapped it.
Her tongue licked your pussy, then your ass, and she fingered you until you cried out, reaching your peak again. It felt so fucking good and had your legs shaking as she groaned into your pussy, then sucked her fingers clean.
After you rode out your high, you wasted no time sucking his cock into your mouth and beckoning her over. She crawled on her hands and knees over to you and Eddie and sucked on his balls as you deep-throated him.
"Yeah, you little sluts want my cum on your faces, huh?" He tsked. "Such dirty little girls."
Not being able to last much longer, he pulled out of your mouth and gave his cock a few final thrusts.
You both opened your mouths wide for him as he began to cum first on your tongue and face and then on hers, panting as his release left his body.
"So fucking hot. Taking my load so well. Fuck," he grunted as he stood back and watched you lick your fingers clean and spit some of his cum into her mouth. She spits back into your mouth and kisses you with her tongue as you share your reward. You swallowed and so did Brody. You both opened your mouths, showing him that his cum was all gone now. Watching with satisfaction, Eddie wiped the sweat from his brow. He tasted so fucking good and that night was one you wouldn't soon forget.
Taking groupies back to your tour bus, women and men alike was nothing new, but this girl was special. You gave her a backstage pass, one she could use for the rest of the tour and any dates she wished to attend. And she went to more of Eddie's shows, which led to more mind-blowing sex. Eddie trusted you and you trusted Eddie, and nothing came between the two of you. When you were on the road and had your fun- that was for the tours and after your rock shows as a reward. What happens on the road stays on the road, but that tour was one of the most memorable. What they said about bassists and guitarists having the best fingers was true. Now Brody knew it, too.
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thatsexcpisces · 2 months
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Random things I associate with each rising sign 💌
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Aries rising:
Confidence, sharp eyebrows, being outspoken, lots of tattoos, prominent forehead, going to the gym, frat parties, short temper, courage, impulsive decisions, taking control of a room, finishing in first place, blasting loud music, trusting yourself, traveling
Taurus rising:
Sophisticated taste in restaurants, natural beauty, good food lovers, jewelry, small but full lips, taking good care of plants, healthy hair, clear skin, comfy blankets, offering things to others, bakeries, peace, round faces, soft voices, singing, sleeping in all day
Gemini risings:
Working on a podcast, expressive eyes, funny facial expressions, talking a-mile-a-minute, being the most charming person in the room, thin yet long eyebrows, glasses, being able to talk to anyone, finding the positives in a negative situation, youthful appearance, gossip, Saturday brunch, fairies, pats on the back
Cancer risings:
Pastel-colored clothing, being the support system of the family, gentle hugs, sensitivity, big round faces, glossy eyes, calm voices, hot cocoa, bringing sweet energy to every gathering, empathy, loving animals, silver jewelry, mothers, bright smiles, spring, nice boobs, being kind to outcasts, the ocean, comfort
Leo risings
Self-love, theatre & acting, creativity, baby lions, siren eyes, good taste in fashion, vibrant personalities, gorgeous hair, taking you out for drinks, open to being with anyone, orange & white, cherry-flavored drinks, the beach, karaoke, fancy mirrors, feathered boas, sharp nails that are always done
Virgo risings:
Routines, to-do lists, cleaning the house every Sunday, massages, spa days, ‘clean’ makeup look, soft eyes, face masks, stomach problems, good cooking skills, maturity, color-coded clothes, sunset shades of orange, plants, lavender smells, fresh laundry, delicate jewelry, animal lovers, smooth hair
Libra risings:
Solving conflicts, flirting with everyone, the color pink, smelling good, tulips, easygoing characters, cinnamon rolls, flashy clothes, designer bags, hidden anger issues, carrying snacks everywhere, luscious hair, Regina George, chic flicks, angelic eyes, pearls, long legs, white cats
Scorpio risings:
Living a secret double life, intense stares, red-bottom heels, black eyeliner, purple flowers, heightened intuition, seeing messages in dreams, cigarettes after sex, long hugs, watching movies before going to sleep, headphones on all day, strong perfumes, powerful voices, Halloween, quick comebacks, dirty minded jokes, lace clothes
Sagittarius risings:
Being the funniest person in the room, bright smiles, loud laughs, liked by everyone, elephants, pop-out colors, wisdom, studying at night, traveling the world, defined teeth, strong bodies, dark sense of humor, stylish accessories, not caring what others think, bold lipstick, skiing, reading books to children
Capricorn risings:
Classy & elegant style, hardworking, black sweaters, the newest computer, coffee, nice teeth, tied hair, gold rings, playing golf, money in an envelope, marble tables, hard life, strict parents, gardening, setting rules in every environment, writing down goals, post-it notes, the color green and brown, beautiful houses, poodles
Aquarius risings:
Technology, good social skills, Star Wars, electric blue, individuality, protesting all day, new gadgets, defined jaws, being bored of everyone, writing a blog, music festivals, holographic-themed outfits, reading books, ranting about your favorite show, know-it-alls, hiding how you really feel, Twitter, healthy diets, car dates
Pisces risings:
Painting, sad yet sweet eyes, rewatching the same movie over and over again, sleeping for a long time, reading minds, trauma, taking a walk in the woods, doodling in your notebook, taboo topics, picnics, astral projection, baking on a rainy day, kissing your loved ones, skirts, pretty hair clips, piled up journals, wind, comfy living rooms
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imightgetbetter · 1 year
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marry me
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i made this whole playlist that feels like a playlist of songs you'd dance to in the kitchen with matty and then this happened. i feel so sick over this idea but it's so clear in my head. if one of us suffers, we all suffer. have fun!
Happiness is palpable in the kitchen, the excitement filling the air and the love surrounding the two of you as your favorite playlist of songs echoes through the speakers. On your hand, a heavy, new piece of jewelry sits on your third finger, a golden band with a single diamond cut and centered, glittering under the chandelier that hangs above the kitchen island. On the counter, an open bottle of wine and the cheesy, but always sweet card with the words ‘marry me’ written on the inside in the most perfect handwriting. ‘marry me’ wasn’t a question, more a statement, because it wasn’t a question with you, it wasn’t something he needed to ask you, you would say yes a million times over, and this much he knew. He knew that you would always say yes; that you were his, in this lifetime and the next, it was something you promised him when you were in another country for school and you could only see him every few months, bearing the long video calls and hours of flights to spend a few weeks with each other before being apart again. All of that brought you here, your favorite songs playing over the speakers, a glass of wine in hand, singing happily to Sam Cooke and Otis Redding.
“Here I am,” you sing with a smile, twirling around yourself and pointing happily, “Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m yours.”
Matty smirks, setting the wine bottle down and leaving his freshly poured glass on the counter, walking towards you, and instinctually circling his arms around your waist, his face tucking into your neck without a second thought. He kisses your shoulder delicately, the neatly tattooed heart from one of his many cards right where his lips always find a home. He remembers the day you came home with it, hiding it for as long as you possibly could, until it was inevitable for him to see, and you were asking for his help to take the wrapping off and he could see exactly what it was. His eyes felt wet, his thumb running over it so gently, if you hadn’t seen him do so you wouldn’t have known. He’d only been yours a short while, maybe a year or two, but he knew that it was going to be a lifetime, that you were it for him in this life and the next. He kisses your tattoo twice before sinking into your neck, swaying you gently back and forth for a minute or two, soaking in the way your fingers scratch at his head just right. He felt safe here, tucked away in your arms.
“You stopped singing,” you say quietly, turning your head slightly to kiss his hair, your wine glass forgotten on the kitchen table so you can fully embrace him.
“I just want to hear you,” Matty says softly, his eyes shut against his cheeks, soaking in the sound of your voice and the songs he feels he could dedicate to you in all the right ways. “Won’t you sing for me, darling?”
Matty’s softness warms your whole body, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and the quiet singing of your voice with Leon Bridges sounding throughout the kitchen, the freshly made dinner long forgotten to this quiet dance in the center of the room. Getting lost on your plans with the promise of dancing around your kitchen was something you could always count on with him, and it was something you cherished so deeply, something you craved so much when you were apart, before you were together, that you would never say no. Matty asks to dance, and you’ll be holding his hand all the way out to the floor. His breathing slows as you sway; you would have been worried that he’d was sleeping if not for the occasional squeeze to your backside and a gentle pat to the rhythm of the song.
“I’m not done with you,” Matty sterns as you loosen your grip. Giggles leave your lips, returning to your tightened hold around him and giving him a good squeeze. “Much better.”
“We have all the time in the world to dance,” you promise, and you silently pray that he believes you. “I’ll never not dance with you, Matty.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” you say, pulling away slightly to look at him, your fingers running over his cheek. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re eighteen again, promising him that you’ll love him even from thousands of miles away, that you wouldn’t run off with someone else, and you’re hearing promises of songs written about you and album dedications and a house that you can live in together that is everything you’ve ever wanted. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re in your twenties, watching the love of your life live out his dream, and all he wants is you by his side. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re thirty-three, dancing in the kitchen you always dreamed of having, a ring on your finger, that future you always wanted standing so closely in the distance. “I’ll always say yes.”
Matty grins, his eyes crinkling at the sides, his hands squeezing your hips and pulling you impossibly closer. He wants to be inside your skin, as close to you as physically possible. Matty kisses you deeply, his hands holding your cheeks and rubbing along your skin ever so softly, the kiss warm and welcoming and perfectly familiar. He’s everywhere when you kiss, in your head and on your skin and the butterflies in your stomach and the excitement in your veins. He is impossible not to want, to not need. “You’re mine forever, now, you know that?”
“I want nothing more than to be yours forever. Cross my heart,” you swear, and you mean every word. “Will you always dance with me?”
“Until I can’t hear the music, and even then, I’ll dance with you to the absolute silence,” he says, and you swear that you wish you could bottle his words and hold them forever. “Cross my heart, my darling.”
And the beginning chords of a song you know far too well begins playing, and you’re grabbing your wine glass and taking his hand, twirling under his arm, and stealing sips in between words, his smile a permanent fixture on his lips. “Valerie” by Amy Winehouse is echoing around the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and filling you with joy, the smile on your face contagious it seems. Matty wants to bottle this moment, the way it feels, the excitement he has. It’s you. And it's him. And there is so much waiting for you ahead, so much promised and guaranteed.
Matty is fine with not knowing what all that is, as long as you’re his forever. Cross his heart.
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ladylooch · 9 months
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In an atmosphere of celebration 🥳 Congratulations on the 300
How about Kempe and reader celebrating a dating anniversary? Very romantic! Lots of affection, slow dances... candles 😍
The Way You Look Tonight with Adrian Kempe
A/N: First, Thank you so much!!! Second, you're speaking my language :) But I think you already know that! I went with a wedding anniversary because I wanted it to be so extra! And that is first wedding anniversary category.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Boob grabbing, so fluffy you’re gonna die.
Adrian Kempe has never been one to skimp.
And tonight, on your first wedding anniversary, is no different.
You just arrived back in L.A. to get settled before the season after visiting both of your families. 
After you finished lunch this afternoon, Adrian immediately sent you off to the salon so you could get your highlights and color retouched along with a quick trim. He surprised you with manicure and pedicure appointments at the same time, followed by full hair and make up. When you returned home, you were disappointed to find he was nowhere to be found. Instead, a gorgeous bouquet of deep, red roses with hints of baby breath sat on your counter. A note in his scratchy writing is resting with a corner under the vase.
A year ago today, we made the best decisions of our lives. Thank you for choosing me, beautiful girl. Happy first anniversary. Jag alsker dig.
P.S. Go upstairs. More fun awaits you.
You lean in, savoring the sweet smell of the roses before giddily bounding up the stairs. There, you find a black garment bag along with two Cartier boxes. You bite your lip, grabbing the smaller of the two and popping it open. Gorgeous pearl earrings greet you. They are reminiscent of your grandmother's that you wore for your wedding last year. The other box has a dainty necklace with yours and Adrian's initials lined along the swoop of the chain. A note from him says more initials can be added as your family grows with a wink.
The jewelry is stunning, but the black, beaded, A line dress really gets your butterflies swirling. It's paired with gorgeous ombre red to black, open toe Louboutin heels. You start to get a little sweaty at the price tag of all these items. You're not sure your gift for him of an engraved Rolex is enough. 
With your hair and make up already done by the professionals, you slip into the outfit he arranged for you. You’re pulling up your phone to text him when his picture appears on the screen with a phone call.
“Babe, where are you?” You whine immediately. He chuckles.
“You’ll see soon. A car is coming to pick you up. Get in it and I’ll see you soon.”
“Oooo kidnapping! I like it.” 
“What? No.” He laughs. “But the driver is named Jason. Check that before you get in.”
Jason does indeed pick you up in front of your condo ten minutes later. You chat while threading through California traffic. Eventually, you get to the beach. The sun is starting to set over the ocean, finding an angle that releases the relentless, summer heat. You’re dropped off in front of an expensive seafood restaurant with gorgeous ocean views. Their patio is usually stacked, but tonight it’s set only for two. 
You slowly walk in. The indoor part of the restaurant is busy. 
“Hi, I’m meeting Adrian Kempe.” The host eyes sparkle excitedly.
“Mrs. Kempe! We have been waiting for you.”
“Oh great.”
She leads you outside to where one table is set up. Adrian is out there, leaning against the railing overlooking the beach. He turns when he hears the door, grinning at you and only you. His hair is pulled back into a bun, just how you like it. He’s wearing a white, t-shirt button down, leaving his tattoos exposed for you to run your fingers along after a few glasses of wine.
“You look just as beautiful as a year ago.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips. “Hi. I missed you all day.” He holds your hand as he admires the outfit he picked for you. It looks better than he could have dreamed on your curves.
“Me too. You’re the one who sent me away.” You remind him. Your hands grip the muscles of his back as you sway together for a moment. His lips rest against your head, breathing in the scent of your hair products.
“Was it worth it?”
“Yes. It was amazing. Thank you.”
“Good. You deserve all of that and more.” He leans away to grab you a glass of champagne. You take a small sip after a clink of your glasses in a cheers.  “To us. Forever.”
“Forever.” You agree, tilting your face up for another soft kiss. His hand at the small of your back presses you deeper. You lose a bit of your footing with his insistence of pressing you deeper into him. 
“Sorry.” He murmurs. “Want you closer than that.”
“Am I going to have to sit on your lap during dinner?”
“Yeah and feed me like a baby bird.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 
After you both finish your first glass of champagne, you grab another then sit down to start munching on your meal. You start with oysters and shrimp ceviche then move into a light salad with butter lettuce and a lemony dressing. You two take turns feeding bites from each others forks, leaning shoulders into each other and stealing kisses as the waiter takes your starter plates away.
“Thank you.” You murmur, then kiss your husband’s lips again. The privacy on the balcony along with the champagne is making you fee loose. “I hope we can recreate other parts of this night together.”
“There is more at home when we are done.”
“Yeah?” 
“Mhm. Champagne… candles… bubbles in a bath tub… chocolate covered strawberries….” He nibbles on the side of your throat as he says that. You let your head fall towards his, gripping his necklace under his shirt for some grounding. He’s recreating your honeymoon too and you hope what happened in that bed then repeats tonight.
Another glass of champagne is gone. Multiple courses begin to filter to the table including pasta, sushi rolls, crispy okra, and a ribeye with a decadent truffle butter sauce. You share everything, but are both too full to consider any dessert. 
“I have something sweet at home for when we want it.” He assures you when you feel guilty about saying no to chocolate gelato. “How about another glass of champagne though?” 
“Yes!” You wiggle against him as he pours you both another round. 
A recognizable, soft jazz beat begins to play in the outdoor speakers. 
Some day, when I’m awfully low… when the world is cold… I will feel a glow just thinking of you.
Your gaze meets his and you feel yourself tear up, remembering the soft steps of your first dance. It was such a hectic night, but all the noise faded when this song played. Adrian had held you so close, lips on your ear the whole time, signing the lyrics to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Dance with me?” He murmurs, kissing along your knuckles hanging off his shoulder. His lips hover on the large wedding rings he gave to you. Their imprint stays in his lips for an additional moment when he pulls away.
“I would love to.” You set your glass on the table and let him lead you to an open area of the patio. He pulls you flush with him, just like he did a year ago, whispering into your ear how incredibly beautiful you are. Then he sings along with Michael Bublé.
“Lovely, never ever change. Keep that breathless charm, won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.” His European accent muddles the words a bit as he sings, making you fall for him again. You pull away, eyebrows pulled low in tender love for your sweet man. 
"Baby." You murmur into his neck. "This is too much. I didn't get-“
"You are worth all of this. I'm so happy. Our life together is better than I could have imagined it being even on our wedding day. I want to spoil you."
“You have. This was all so unexpected and so sweet. I love you.”
“I love you too. Happy anniversary.” 
The first pop of fireworks surprises you as they fly off from the beach into the ocean. Adrian hugs you tighter so you know you are safe against his chest. You tilt your head up to the sky, watching the next one burst in gold across the inky, black sky. 
“Oh my god!” You exclaim. At your wedding, you had wanted to have fireworks, but the dry weather conditions made it a last minute cancellation from the venue. “You got me our fireworks.” Adrian had tried so hard to get them to reconsider because he knew how much you wanted them with sparklers for your guests.
“I told you I would. Sorry they are a year late.”
“No, it’s perfect.” You admit as he transitions behind you, pressing your back to his front so you can watch together. Both your hands fold together over your stomach, admiring the glittering booms he arranged just for you.
It’s late when you get home. But you two are not tired. There is a glow coming from under your bedroom door as you walk down the hall with him. He pushes the door open from behind you, showing you an oasis of candles, soft music, rose petals complimented by a chilled bottle of champagne on the nightstand.
“I should carry you over the threshold. We never did that last year.” 
“Yeah you were too desperate.”
“Me? You were too.” He laughs, swooping you up. “You ripped the buttons off my shirt.” He brings you into the room.
“Still not sorry about it either.” He sets you down on your feet and you look back at him as he unzips your dress.
“Who is breaking into our house and doing these things for us?”
“Don’t worry about it. They’re gone.” He murmurs against your shoulder. He unhooks your small straps from your shoulders, letting the whole dress pool down at your feet. A groan sounds at the sight of your lacy butt cheeks pressing against his zipper. You rub your booty into him more, creating a hardening there. He reaches up to cup your bare breasts, holding them and stroking their tips into hard peaks. You melt into him.
“Bath?”
“Mhm.” You nod. He leads you forward, wanting to feel you brushing against his lap with each step.
You begin to strip him down in the bathroom. His shirt falls to the floor. You lean forward to kiss along his chest to his shoulder where you sink your teeth into him playfully. He chuckles, showing his straight teeth as you work on his belt next. His bottoms fall to the floor as his fingers hook in your panties, working them down your legs. He kisses his way back up your body, then offers you his hand to step into the tub. You both sink in, skin buzzing from the warmth and the night. You both want each other, desperately, but it’s going to be so worth the little bit of wait. 
“I have one last surprise for you.” He says as smooths bubbles across your arm. He points to his tattoo sleeve. Nestled inside the ripples of roses on his right bicep is your first name with his last, the infinity symbol, and the date of your anniversary. You run your finger tips over it, feeling the raised lines of the fresh ink.
“Babe. I love that. And you more than I can put into words right now. Tonight has been… unbelievable.” You sigh, leaning further back. “How is this all real? How are you real?”
“I constantly want to pinch myself that you’re mine.” He whispers. “So many times you could have left. This is not an easy life you have chosen.”
“No, but you make it easy.” You answer honestly. “If this was with anyone else, it would be so hard. But we have an amazing relationship. One I thought only existed in teen fairytales. I’m proud of us. I know we can handle anything as long as it is me and you.”
“Now to start planning next year….” 
“Oh my god.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought. 
“Maybe no champagne tho…” He trails off. You turn to look at him, knowing this man aches for his baby in you. 
“I would be okay with that.” You admit. He grins, leaning forward to seal the deal with a kiss.
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Scripting Template [2]
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☐ General
☐ Appearance
☐ Characteristics
☐  Likes/Dislikes
☐ Relations
☐ DR Setting
☐ Cloning + Affirmations
[1] General
Name:
Origin:
Nickname:
Pet name (sweetheart, baby, etc):
Sexuality:
Gender:
Pronouns:
Age:
Mental Age:
Birthdate:
Zodiac/Chinese Sign:
Birthplace:
Current Residence:
Past Residence(s):
Languages:
Accent/Dialect:
Ethnicity:
Race:
Nationality:
[2] Appearance:
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Hair:
Color:
Length:
Texture:
Cut: [photo]
Eye:
Shape:
Color:
Body/Facial Hair:
Facial Structure:
Height/Weight:
Body Figure (pear, hourglass, etc):
Breast Size:
Body Details:
Scars:
Dimples:
Tattoos:
Piercings:
Birthmark:
Ring Size:
Jawline:
Blood type:
Clothing/Style:
Casual:
Pajamas:
Work Attire:
Exercise:
Party:
Hot Weather:
Cold Weather:
Date Night:
Jewelry:
Rings:
Necklaces:
Earrings:
Other:
Appearance Affirmation:
•I am irresistibly attractive.
•iI have prominent muscles (abs, biceps, etc)
•My hair looks perfect straight, curly, or wavy.
•I never get a bad haircut
•My lips are never chapped.
•My breath is always minty and smells nice.
•My voice is raspy/honey-like/angelic/etc
•My skin never has any pimples, or cysts.
•I have perfect hygiene and smell like ___.
•I have a clear nose and never have earwax.
• My smile is contagious and sweet.
•My smile lights up a room.
•Im immune to lice, greasy hair, and dandruff
•My closet has endless tops, bottoms, underwear, bras, accessories, jewelry, etc
•All my clothes fit me perfectly/just the way i want them to
•My teeth are white
[3] Characteristics:
IQ:
Myers Briggs:
Talents:
Traits:
Hobbies:
Habits:
How do people feel when you walk into the room:
How do people talk about you: How do people perceive you:
How do you perceive yourself:
What do you value in yourself:
Insecurities:
How do you view the glass (half full, half empty, etc):
Fears:
[4] Likes/Dislikes
Color: EXAMPLE Like: red/dislike:green
animal:
food/dish:
dessert:
drink:
alcoholic beverage:
taste:
smell:
season:
place:
holiday:
plant:
book:
literary genre:
movie:
movie genre:
tv show:
tv genre:
actor:
artist/band:
song:
music genre:
clothing style:
game:
game genre:
[5] Relations
Family:
Father(s):
Mother(s):
Sibling(s):
Children:
Extended Family:
Pet(s):
Who Raised You: Who do you favor:
Family Background/History:
Who is alive/deceased:
Work:
Employer:
Employees:
Coworkers:
Friends:
BFF:
Close Friends:
First meeting:
Friends:
Acquaintances:
Love:
First Crush/Love:
Past Partners:
Current Partner(s):
Sex Information:
Marital Status:
[6] DR Setting
First Shift:
The Date:
CR to DR Time: (1 hour in CR: 1 month in DR)
When I shift I…
Feel:
Physically:
Emotionally:
See:
Smell:
Hear:
Wear:
House:
Layout: [photo]
Address:
School:
Primary:
Secondary:
College/University:
Work:
Address:
Coworkers:
Shifts:
Experience:
Book/Movie/TV Timeline:
[this is where you can set up a specific outline if you were shifting for exact media events]
Before:
During:
After:
Memories:
Headcanons:
Events:
[7] Cloning + Affirmations
Safe word/action:
Clone: 
-My clone is always safe. 
-My clone always acts like me. 
-My clone will keep my personality. 
-My clone will remember whats happens in my DR after I return to my CR. 
-My clone will carry out any normal tasks that were left for me in my Cr. 
-My clone will not die. 
-My clone has great mental health. 
-My clone is like me in every way possible. 
Other Affirmations:
misc affirmations:
•I cannot die
•I will not get trauma.
•I will return back to my CR anytime I say my safeword + action.
•I can stay as long as I want in my DR.
•I am not sexually assaulted by anyone.
•I won't forget my safe word/action.
•people in my DR do not notice me shifting when I say my safe word.
•All of my memories from my DR before I enter are automatically there so I know what is going on when I arrive.
•all memories from my CR stay intact when I arrive back.
•I always come back from my DR safely.
•i remember what's happened when i come back to my CR after i shift
•I do not feel severe pain.
•My body is healthy and I never get any diseases aside from the common cold or allergies every so often.
•I never throw up.
•I cannot get pregnant unless i want to
•I have fast metabolism.
•Bodily waste never causes any issues.
•I don't have a period.
•I have a high pain tolerance.
•People in my DR do not know Im shifting.
•no one is in my DR that does not belong
•i can easily run a mile in ___ time.
Shifting Affirmations:
1. i can shift
2. i can shift easily
3. i can shift realities easily
4. i believe i can shift easily
5. i have successfully shifted
6. i have the ability to shift
7. i am focused on shifting
8. i will shift successfully
9. i can shift successfully
10. i am able to shift successfully
11. i am confident in my ability to shift
12. i am in my desired reality
13. i am already in my desired reality
14. i know i am in my desired reality
15. i am in my desired reality already
16. i live in my desired reality
17. i can shift whenever i want
18. i can shift realities whenever i want
19. i believe i can shift successfully
20. i know i can shift whenever i want
21. i know i can shift successfully
22. i’m shifting
23. i know i’m shifting
24. i’m shifting right now
25. i believe shifting is easier than breathing
26. i know shifting is easier than breathing
27. i believe shifting is easier than blinking
28. i know shifting is easier than blinking
29. i believe shifting is easier than moving
30. i know shifting is easier than moving
31. shifting is easier than blinking
32. shifting is easier than breathing
33. shifting is easier than moving
34. i shift everytime i breathe
35. i shift everytime i blink
36. i shift everytime i move
37. i know i have successfully shifted
38. i believe i have successfully shifted
39. i believe i am in my desired reality
40. i have succeeded at shifting to my desired reality
41. i have succeeded at shifting
42. i know i have succeeded at shifting
43. i know i have succeeded at shifting to my desired reality
44. i believe i have succeeded at shifting to my desired reality
45. i believe i have succeeded shifting
46. i know i can shift
47. i have successfully shifted to my desired reality
48. i have successfully shifted to my desired reality because i deserve it
49. i have successfully shifted realities
50. i know i have successfully shifted realities
51. i believe i have successfully shifted realities
52. everything is perfect in my desired reality
53. i am a master at shifting
54. i’m the best at shifting
55. i will shift realities to my ___ DR
56. i can shift realities to ___ DR
57. i can shift realities to ___ DR easily
58. i’m happy to be in my desired reality
59. i’m grateful to be in my desired reality
60. i’m thankful to be in my desired reality
61. my desired reality will follow my script
62. i know shifting realities will work
63. i know shifting realities is real
64. i am shifting to my desired reality
65. i can shift to my desired reality
66. i can shift to my desired reality easily
67. i will shift to my desired reality
68. i know i will shift to my desired reality
69. i have the power to shift
70. i know i have the power to shift
71. i believe i have the power to shift
72. i know i have the ability to shift
73. i believe i have the ability to shift
74. i will wake up in my desired reality
75. i will wake up in the ____.
76. i have shifted realities
77. i know i have shifted realities
78. i went to my desired reality
79. i can shift realities with ease
80. i am going to go to my desired reality
81. i have faith in shifting realities
82. it is easy to shift realities
83. i know it is easy to shift realities
84. i know i am going to go to my desired reality
85. i know i can shift realities with ease
86. i know i have shifted realities
87. i am capable of shifting realities
88. i know i am capable of shifting realities
89. i’m finally in my desired reality
90. i finally live in my desired reality
91. i am a master shifter
92. i look like my dr self
93. i am in my ideal reality
94. i live in my ideal reality
95. i will wake up in my ideal reality
96. i am prepared to shift
97. i know i am prepared to shift
98. i am safe in my dr
99. i am protected in my dr
100. my shifting process will go smoothly
101. i can shift using any method, including ones i make up.
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recovery-is-brutal · 2 months
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⁘ Annika ⁘ Orlaag-Luzienne ⁘
Ann ; 10th of October ; Zodiac Libra ♎ ; Ascendant Virgo ♍ ; Personality Type INFJ-T
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Age: 25. Age people assume her to be: Between 22 and 25. Weight: 81 kg or 178 lbs. Height: 172 cm or 5'6'' ft. Body build: Pear shaped. Average sized shoulders and ribcage, relatively large breasts. Slightly chubby underbelly, wide hips. Long legs, strong and thick thighs. Most weight concentrated on chest, thighs and butt. Relatively fit.
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Voice: A warm, almost boyish mezzo-soprano. Very soft spoken, is sometimes difficult to understand because of that. Almost monotone during everyday conversations, but pitch grows higher and more emotional in situations of distress. Sometimes, when she's very upset, she seems barely able to get any words out at all, and is merely gasping and whimpering in an attempt to get words out. Never raises her voice above a certain level. Doesn't even know if she's physically capable of yelling. Speaks with a mild german accent. Sometimes pronounces words unnecessarily harshly. Unable to roll Rs. Overall attractiveness: Probably a 6/10. Very self conscious about her big nose and thin lips. Has a very feminine body, but hides herself behind oversized clothing most of the time. Visibly overweight, even though the weight is nicely spread across her form. Taller than the norm. Hair is damaged from dyeing it very often. Physical disabilities: None.
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Shape of face: Heart shaped, low but prominent cheekbones, bigger forehead, pointy chin. Eye color: Bluish grey. Glasses or contacts: Glasses (-4 dpt left, -3.5 dpt right)
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Skin tone: Very pale Distinguishing marks: Countless freckles scattered across her body. Stretched earlobes 9/16'' or 14 mm each side. Semicolon tattoo on right pinky finger. Predominant features: Large, slightly upturned nose. Thin lips. Large forehead (covered by bangs). Long eyelashes.
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Hair color: Dyed Black and Moss Green. Naturally Red/Ginger. Type of hair: Wavy Hairstyle: Butterfly Layers. Lower Back Length; Dyed Black. Underlayer Chin Length; Dyed Moss Green
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Usual fashion of dress: Casual, Oversized, Loungewear, Merchandise. Often seen wearing Bandshirts, Anime Shirts, and Meme Shirts - or preferably, hoodies. Doesn't feel comfortable exposing a lot of her skin. Never wears tank tops or skirts, not even in summer. Favorite outfit: Oversized Grey Hoodie depicting Isaac Foster from Satsuriku no Tenshi, black sweatpants with pockets, Overknee Stockings Black (left) and White (right), Rock Rebel ankle boots with purple rose pattern and 3 inch/8 cm heel. Jewelry or accessories: Ear Gauges (color depending on outfit and mood), silver cross necklace.
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Meet my OC from Star-crossed :
*drumroll*
Nina Cerasus
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Pronunciation of her name : Nee-nuh
Family stuff:
22 standard years old born in Naboo (in Heavenbound fic she is 32)
she has a rare heart disease HCM
when her mom got sick her dad left them
her mom died when she was 7 years old
she was raised by her grandmother
she goes to law school
her best friend is Polina who is a vampire
and Anfisa a who is a fae
Appearance:
female
pale skin (comes from her disease)
160 cm, 5'2 feet
skinny but fit and flexible (side effect of her meds and pilates classes)
her cheeks looks blushed (side effect from her meds)
she has freckles
she has diastema (visible gap between her two front upper teeth)
she wears glasses at home and contact lenses when she goes out
she has brunette straight hair, mid length and with curtain bangs, she wears it in different up dos and braids like Nabooan women and likes to clip pearls and star clips in the locks
her hands are always cold (comes from the meds from her disease)
she smells like cherries, almond and mint tea (inspired by tom ford's lost cherry perfume)
she has tattoos: one is on her spine shows different phases of the moon, also it glows in the dark, several ones on her fingers she has tiny dainty stars and constellations, and on the inner side of her hip is a loth wolf in a tribal style art, and a quote on her bacl ankles "Ad astra, per aspera."
her style includes gem colored light fabric dresses, mostly pant suits with cut outs
she has a bracelet a red string with a star shaped lucky charm (gift from her gran for protection)
she has a pair of jade droplet earrings, and an enchanted red amber pendant (both gifts from Maul)
she likes sparkly make up and nailpolish
she has a raspy seductive voice (inspired by sofia bush's voice)
Personality:
she is rather introvert and close to herself
likes to argue, good at keeping information to herself (she is to be a lawyer duh)
she has trust issues, and abandonment issues
says that she doesn't believe in love or relationships but secretly hopeless romantic
only dates but never in a relationship till she meets Maul and later Wolffe in my Heavenboun fic
doesn't like jedi or any Force user, she thinks they are snobs and dogmatics, but later she'll like Master Plo and his wolf pack
she isvery inteligent speaks in several languages
she enjoys art, music, dancing and reading
she is a bit of a nerd when it comes to astronomy (not the horoscope one)
she is currious and patient (especially with Maul)
she looks down on men, she thinks they all liars, and cheaters, and only good to manipulate/to be an acessory/ to please her in bed till she founds love
she will do everything to her friends and loved ones
she has a soft spot for Anfisa (my other OC)
hard to open up but actually super sweet
maybe a bit impulsive, but at same time she has a 5 year plan already
they call her the "ice queen" because her specialty is freezing out people and always looks calm and collected but under the hard shell she panic a lot
Other:
she is a party girl but only because she loves dancing
her hobby is star gazing and her dream job is to be a star cartographer
she never left Naboo before, but dreams to travel the galaxy and make star maps in Star-Crossed fic, in Heavenbound she leaves in Couruscant
she is allergic to tooka cat fur
she can't drive a ship
pretty good in self defense and shooting (both comes from Polina's idea to join self defense classes)
she collects celestial themed jewelry
she is terrible at cooking
to quit smoking she learnt how to tie a knot with her tounge from a cherry stem, so she always carry some cherries with her
AN: So that's all I could collect in this moment. Sorry for any mistype or bad English this is not my first language. Other character deep dive list and mood boards are in plans so I hope you'll like her as much as I do.
I plan to make one about what characters and persons inspired her personality, looks and name (no it not comes from mine even though it's similar to my nickname)
💖
Nika
Taglist: @hellhound5925 @cloneloverrrrr @stardustbee @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @firstofficerwiggles
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all right so. another thing i wrote ages ago finally making its way to tumblr because kytheon @mythandral brainrot too strong this morning. this is set the morning after an orgy lmao so there's like, some oblique references to that - nothing explicit, but putting it under a cut anyway.
When the world came back into focus, Ariadne realized she didn’t actually know where she was. She was tucked into a corner of a couch, someone else’s robes draped over her like a blanket. She was naked beneath the robes, which didn’t surprise her based on the last few memories of last night she still held, but looking around the dim room, she could see she wasn’t the only one. She recognized some of her friends, their limbs wound tightly around each other as they slept, and smiled weakly, recalling another round of brief memories of the previous night. Her headache was better than it could have been, all things considered. Her other senses slowly became sharper: she smelled coffee. She stretched her sore limbs and climbed into the robes, finding them much longer than her own would have been, then lifted the hem to step around still-sleeping bodies to follow the siren call of caffeine.
The smell led her to a small, sparsely equipped kitchen with large, open windows. It was so bright, especially in comparison to the room she wandered in from. A red-haired man, adorned with braids and jewelry, sat at a small table covered by an assortment of empty, mis-matched mugs and glasses huddled around a pitcher of steaming coffee. He was shirtless, covered in tattoos and piercings, and absolutely at ease here, awake and alert.
“Morning!” Kytheon called brightly, setting his mug down. 
“Urghhh,” Ariadne groaned in response, sitting down beside him. He poured another mug of coffee for her and slid it toward her. She took a hesitant sip, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes again, they fixed on a bright blue grouping of triangles freshly tattooed onto the back of Kytheon’s shoulder. She reached out, her fingers tracing around the triangles, but not touching the ink itself. “These are new.”
“Ha! You were fawning over them last night, too.”
“You’ll have to tell me all about them again, now that I’m sober. Though… maybe after coffee.” They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, listening to morning bird song and the soft snores of their friends from the other room.
“I wanted to mention,” Kyth began, breaking their brief vigil, “I’ve seen your work out there. It’s thriving, doing things I would never have expected of a plant.”
“They’re not plants. They’re something else entirely,” she huffed.
“All right,” he laughed. “Either way, you should see them. Come out with me some time, get some sun on your skin. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Her shoulders fell slightly, as she pulled her borrowed robes closer around herself.
“Hmph. Maybe. If I can find the time,” she stammered, trying to find a quick excuse. Kyth reached out, briefly squeezing her hand in his.
“No pressure.”
“No pressure,” she repeated, turning the words in her mind.
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I loved your sugardaddy death maul dribbles n headcannons 😔👌🏻 will you make more in the future?? I’d love to see more tbh 😩💖💖💖
LOLZ sorry for being so inactive gamers, i’ve been doing a lot in my IRL life. 😅 this has been sitting in my inbox for a lil while, and since then sugar daddy maul has been haunting me. 💗
i totally want to write more, especially a full length thing, but it’s honestly a lot of twiddling my thumbs and twirling a lock of hair around my finger waiting for inspiration to write to strike LMAO 💀💀
i did write these two mini drabbles to tide us all over until then though!! enjoy!!
(18+ and as gn!reader as possible!! also the second drabble got a tad dark whoops)
clothes shopping
“Wonderful.” The compliment is spoken in a tone often reserved for the midnight hours and glasses of champagne. Maul continues in that same sultry purr, “Positively radiant.”
Red satin and shimmering chiffon drape over your body like a crimson waterfall. The robes are form-fitting in all the right places, breathable and flowy where needed. Gilded armbands hold the fabric up while gold bracelets around your wrists keep a loose sleeve on your arms. Your feet are bare, aside from a couple toe rings and pearl anklets.
And, as always, the thin gold chain with its single ruby eye sparkles around your neck.
You meet Maul’s gaze in the shop mirror. behind you, he stands tall, one arm behind his back, one hand at his chin— contemplative, mulling over his thoughts and the sight of you in the gorgeous robes and jewelry he picked out, appraising. With a smirk and approving hum, Maul’s expression shifts into one of utmost satisfaction.
“You look delectable, my pet.” He says, voice as smooth as honey and just as addictive. He places his gloved leather palms firm on your hips, squeezing, a hot iron grip— a promise. His touch is like heaven on fire, and the positive attention has you preening. A smile pulls your lips upwards, then Maul brings one hand up to your neck and a single finger hooks around your choker.
“Let us retire to my quarters, shall we?”
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arm candy
It’s not the first time that your presence has been accosted in such a manner, but that doesn’t make it any less upsetting. The words levied at you burn your mind, swirling around your thoughts like a vicious storm. Deep down, you know it's nothing to be ashamed of— as you’re content and happy with your life— but your chosen... profession has a stigma that nips close at its heels.
Just another common whore, all desperate and spread-legs, for a man’s attention. You going to warm my bed too, sweetheart?
The Zabrak who had spit that at you was not your Zabrak. He was some sneering, tight-lipped Iridonian Zabrak, with dull beige skin and minimal tattoos. Your Dathomirian Zabrak, with his masterful body art, would never say such a thing to you— Least not without your explicit consent.
The room's at a complete hush. Dead silence. Next to you, where Maul sits in his throne, you can practically feel the fire of his wrath searing the air. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you continue to stare at your folded hands in your lap.
In your peripheral, Maul snarls and rises abruptly. His voice comes out in a deadly hiss, “What did you say?”
The words slice the stiff and unmoving atmosphere, and you look up just in time to see the Iridonian's haughty visage practically crumbles. He makes eye contact with you— fear written plain on his face— and you look away, at Maul.
He stands tall, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw muscles tense. A vicious snarl tugs his face into one that screams danger— a cobra coiled and braced to strike. His eyes are blistering, volcanic eruptions. Maul’s saberstaff hangs at his hip, sheathed, but waiting.
"I-I...! I meant no-no— Please forgive me.” The Iridonian stammers through a desperate plea for his life, taking several steps back, unknowingly bumping into the two black-armored Mandalorian guards who appear like harbingers of death behind him. He yelps when they sieze his arms, cries out in pain when one of the two kicks his knee out from under him. The beige Zabrak falls to the floor with a thunk!, held aloft by the iron grips on his upper arms.
“Please! I’m sorry! I beg of you!” You watch as the Iridonian begins to openly weep, sniveling in the face of his demise like the coward he is. Maul glances to you and clears his throat, gaining your attention. Though his expression is still furious, and his hackles raised and stern— His eyes are soft for you.
“It’s your call, my darling pet.” Maul says in a low rumble, and everything the other man said to you melts away. You give Maul a small smile, fiddling with the ruby on your choker, and although you’ve never considered yourself a vengeful person— You’re allowed to send a message here.
“I think he’d quite like being locked away for a little while, my Lord.” You reply, and Maul grins wolfishly, flicking his wrist. At once, the Mandalorians heave the prisoner into the grasp and without wasting a second, march out of the room. The sounds of the Iridonians pleads and screams disappear the second the doors close.
Maul steps closer to you, a dangerous grin on his face, and his gloved hand lays firm on the base of your neck. His thumb rubs circles on your skin, and you lean into his touch. Maul’s index finger loops around your choker just as his other hand rises to cradle your chin in his palm. He turns your head to look up at him, and you’re gone to his honeyed gaze.
“Fantastic decision, my pet.” He purrs, akin to a satisfied lion and just as regal. Then, in an action that’s quite rare combined with the praise, Maul leans down and plants a kiss to your lips. 
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Baseless Milgram HCs
Hello hello! It's Mercury! Pluto and I had way too much fun coming up with these, you can thank her for a lot of them.
Haruka
Absolutely bites fingernails
 -    Hands are constantly bleeding from picking at hangnails, digging nails into palms, maybe even SH
-     Late trial 1, got bandages from Shidou to wrap around his hands and such
Believes that storks bring babies and the tooth fairy is real
-     Tried to yank out teeth for tooth money a few times
clumsy as all hell
-     Giving, like, baby giraffe “WHY ARE MY LIMBS THIS LONG” energy
Yuno
Extensive hair care
- Like hair masks and a specific hair washing schedule
Doesn't have a lot of makeup but it's all really good stuff like designer (channel lipstick and foundation, Dior lip oils, etc.) Japanese eyeliners or Korean beauty products
Gets her nails done, acrylics
Has two phones: one is a pink bedazzled flip phone and the other is the most recent iphone
Has a vast perfume collection that includes Carolina Herrera’s Good Girl, Miss Dior by Dior, Flowerbomb by Viktor&Rolf, and Versace’s Bright Crystal.
Wanted to be an idol for the attention and adoration, but was too lazy and too bad at both the dancing and singing for it
Listens to bubblegum pop only
Secretly collects photocards for a girl group
Fuuta
Voluntary ginger (he dyes his hair, it's naturally dark brown or black)
Acne scars and still has acne
-     Mask to hide acne, mask causes acne etc
-     Absolutely does not wash his face, or like splashes water on his face once a week
Pointy teeth bc I say so
Hes absolutely into cat girls,,,,
Dragonmaid body pillow,,,, I'm just saying
Has never owned an iPhone, only androids.
Bought a bunch of chains on amazon but never figured out how to clip them onto his pants
Surprisingly decent kisser despite the mass incel energy he radiates and his lack of literally any experience
Muu
Never went outside as a child
Always had a hair bow as a kid too
-     Like,,, 2 sides pulled to the back in a half ponytail kinda style
When she full on laughs, she snorts
Gets nails done, French manicures only tho
Sees herself as the Marinette but is absolutely the Chloe
Hates the feeling of sunscreen, so she only wears it in makeup containing SPF
All of her earrings are sterling silver because she’s sensitive to the other metals
Also owns lots of pearl jewelry.
Shidou
Lefthanded (this is prob canon tho, watch him use scissors in Throwdown)
Has a small tattoo in an easy to hide spot like lower back that matched with his S/O
-     Smth cute like matching flowers
Only ever wears boring colors (black, white, gray, navy)
-      That bird of paradise shirt is like the only colorful thing he wears, its from his S/O
Always has chapstick on him, also an avid lotion user
Has a lot of candles, specifically lavender or eucalyptus scented ones
Can drive
Collects vinyls
He’s never been big on cologne, but wears Acqua di Gio by Armani because he got it as a gift once and never ventured outside of it
Mahiru
Freckles!!!
Changes styles depending on who she's with but it's always ultrafem
Has a lot of makeup in the same shade but either drug store or like e.l.f.
Only paints her nails herself
Dollification thing,,,,,
Only into sun star sign astrology
-     "Whats an ascendant sign?"
Henna tattoos so she can constantly change them around to match her vibe
Laughs like a hyena
Puts anything and everything her S/O interacts with in a scrapbook
-     She only knew him for what 2 weeks? and already has at least 8 full scrapbooks
She’s kinda a shit kisser because she's just way too eager
Kazui
Buffzui is objectively correct but I hate it
Reading glasses
Dyes his hair to hide gray roots
-     Although he jokes ab being old he's actually super self conscious ab it
Red green colorblind
Sneezes like an old man
-     Earth shattering, trumpet nose blowing
Amane
Cuts her own hair with safety, kiddie scissors
-     That's why it's super choppy
Never owned any toys except for one teddy bear she's super attached to, but she hides him under her bed
Def broke a lot of bones when she was younger
Has really bad eyesight but bc of cult rejection of modern things and medicine, she just squints and thinks it's normal to not be able to see
Mikoto
Nose piercing, tongue piercing
Has a closet full of just shoes and a second FAT closet with a bunch of designer stuff
-     Where does he get them from??? How does he afford them??? Cause like isn't he basically fresh out of college (nobody knows)
-     Claims he knows ppl in the fashion industry
Def has tattoos
-     Birth flower (marigold) bleeding with a knife thru it (shoulder blade)
-     Hanged man tarot card tattoo BUT ITS ON FIRE (bicep)
-     There’s a really big one on his upper thigh that you can barely see when he wears ripped jeans (thinks it makes him look hot so he wears ripped jeans a lot)
-     There's def more I just don't want to think of more
Switch energy no cap  
Snores honk mimimimi
Dyes his hair a lot but only browns, blondes and black (no ginger mikoto)
He deserves lower lashes LIKE THE WHORE HE IS
Has a Poloroid camera, but didn’t realize he has to by the film separately so the camera just sits somewhere in his apartment
-     He thinks its broken
His favorite flavor to vape is Mango
Man is a very mid kisser like he uses way to much tongue (as much as this hurts me to admit)
Kotoko
Only owns 1 pair of running shoes and 1 pair of stompy boots
-    All others are unnecessary
Eyebrow piercing, right side so it's not covered up by her hair
Lower inner lip snake fangs tattoo, claw mark tattoo on her hip
-     Easy to hide places so she's less identifiable for vigilante stuff (ignore the piercings tho lmao)
Pegs men (??? blame Pluto)
Has 2 guitars, 1 is a hit trophy (bashed a guy in with it and kept it)
Shops at ragstock and hot topic only
Buff!!
Has huge ass feet
Only owns harsh eyeliner and black eyeshadow
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yandere-sideblog · 1 year
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i’m way to lazy to draw all of these guys so here’s how i imagine the npcs i like. i will draw all them eventually tho
mason - lean but muscular body, 5’11, ginger hair, short like an overgrown buzz cut, undercut, very tan but has bad tan lines, dark brown eyes, visible abs, about 24
siris - wiry and skinny body, 6’1, wavy pale ashy blonde hair, thick eyebrows, watery blue eyes, a bit of a stubble, hair is slightly overgrown and reaches about mid-neck, turtlenecks, square glasses, hook nose, about 36
river - tall and slightly broad frame, long brown hair with grey streaks, square glasses, grey eyes, straight nose, pale, tear troughs, calloused hands, cross around neck, blazers, collared shirts and ties, shined shoes, 6’0, visible ribs, about 45
doren - extremely tall and muscular frame, 6’5, short shaggy ginger hair, low ponytail, bushy eyebrows, ginger beard, amber/yellow eyes, tan skin, workplace casual clothes, chiseled jaw, huge pectorals, big muscles, long canines, about 42
landry - slicked back short brown hair, 5’9, black turtleneck, sharp grey eyes, skinny and average frame, naturally arched eyebrows, average looking but still objectively handsome, about 30
briar - feminine face, lean and toned body, long eyelashes, wine red lips, slicked back long chestnut brown hair about waist length, unbuttoned suit showing off chest, glass of red wine, manicured fingers, many rings, heels, hazel eyes, about 35
bailey - stocky but well built body, 5’10, slicked back deep black hair, eye bags, bloodshot eyes, tear troughs, sharp jaw, long white scar across face, furrowed eyebrows, tattoo on left pectoral to just above left forearm
darryl - skinny and long limbed body, 5’8, round glasses, overgrown brown hair about shoulder length, big timid green eyes, attractive face, professional suit, glasses on forehead, a few cuts and bruises, about 35
robin - slender body, 5’9, dark skin, curly short messy ginger hair, bright friendly blue eyes, freckles, school uniform worn proper, friendship bracelets on right wrist, orangey blush, about 18
kylar - short and petite body, 5’4, very skinny, extremely pale skin, red undereyes, long overgrown slightly greasy black hair about mid back length, unzipped hoodie over school uniform, untied red converse, gaunt face, about 18
sydney - lithe and slender body, 5’9, fair skin, rosy cheeks, amber eyes, librarian glasses with chain, fluffy long blonde hair tied into high ponytail, hook nose, very sharp jawline, kind eyes, proper uniform including blazer, carrying some sort of books, about 18
great hawk - lean but muscular body, 6’3, grayish brown skin, very long white grey hair, almost naked save for loincloth, decorated with beaded necklaces and jewelry, some piercings, thick eyebrows, sharp bright yellow eyes, large feathery white wings, very long and sharp nails, about 25(?)
niki - average body, 5’10, dark skin, dark brown hair with a white streak, plump lips, lollipop, camera around neck, slight stubble, wine red turtleneck, ear piercings, lazy smile, manicured fingers, about 24
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azurtai · 11 days
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@knghted, prompt / accepting, send a letter to the moon & stars ✧ ̖́- ↪ [  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in // im sending u cute things as compensation &lt;3 anyway, elyon's always putting things on argenti, its argenti's time to help them with their clothes i think 😤
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if anyone would've been speaking to them elyon wouldn't hear, mind consumed with thoughts about the upcoming hours, everything they've been working for the last year coming into fruition when the clock would strike not long from now. the reveal of their new fashion collection holding the fashion industry, no, the whole of entertainment industry in it's grasp. little teasers here and there, cryptic messages, publicity everywhere: this could not fail, this couldn't fail, this had to go the way elyon envisioned it to go. no hair out of place, not detail left untouched, careful consideration for even the tiniest things. perfection, perfection, eternal perfection. that which they had worked so hard for [ ... ] having to deal with annoying paparazzi, dealing with delusional stalkers and internet gossip about their family and how they were raised could all be taken in stride if only, oh if only the things went the way they wished it would go.
outside of their hotel room they could hear the faint buzzing of cars coming and going, saw the flashes of obnoxious camera's reflecting against the window glass, heard the chatter of reporters and their impatience to finally see the one person everyone had come here for. yet here elyon stood, in front of a full length mirror, staring at their own reflection. head tilting from left to right, bangs partially pulled back by pearl clips, the dangling little stones glittered against the ink black of their hair, remaining locks rested artfully across eyes and cheek bones, framing face and putting focus upon light freckles that danced happily upon cheeks & nosebridge. elyon raises hand to allow digits to glide across the choker necklace that hung snug against throat, nails colored like the nightsky shimmered softly.
another tilt of their head, jewelry chiming softly, a constant against the buzzing sounds that continued to invade their room. perfect. they had to look perfect: they were perfect, they were, it's why brows furrow lightly as hands try to reach for the pearls that now hung loosely against their side, trying to clasp them together across the expanse of their back. the back - window of the dress giving view to a canvas, starry tattoo's, inked across the expanse of their back matched perfectly with the colors of night that adored the dress. though that would all become useless if these pearl chains couldn't be clasped together so they could hang loosely across the couturier's back. an annoyed click of their tongue and before anything unsightly could escape wine red lips he was already there.
of course. of course alvise was here as well, they'd been so occupied with their own thoughts that the racer's presence upon the couch had largely been forgotten. no, wrong, that was a lie. there was never a moment that elyon wasn't aware of their ━ friend's presence, they simply chose to pretend to ignore it. sometimes it was better to leave certain things be, a prime example being that alvise [ ... ] ah the fact they even referred them by their name and not by his alias should have said enough: but elyon refuses to acknowledge anything. regardless, they should ignore the way he stands behind them ━━━ looking at them through the mirror and for a second or two elyon doesn't want to give them any reason to think anything but when he smiles they can't help but roll eyes in what could only be withheld amusement.
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his hands ghost across their hips, settle there for a moment, holding them captive. was it normal to keep on staring at him through the mirror as he carefully pulled at the pearl chains, locking them together, higher and higher, while their fingers upon elyon's back felt like fire upon cool skin. this was not normal. this was not [ ... ] what was this ? they try to catch alvise' gaze but they're fixated upon the task at hand as if there was nothing more important in the world than making sure that elyon would look as dazzling as they always did. the couturier feels dress tighten, hugging body, feels the cool ornaments upon skin and they know that the task is done ━━━ but the racer doesn't remove themselves from them, instead they could swear those same digits hovered across back, trailed across jewelry and then, oh then their gaze finally meets in the mirror and no one is smiling now. what was that ? it's that burning question that makes elyon turn around to look over their shoulder, properly look at the one who was certainly a friend, certainly something more, certainly something incredibly special.
they want to thank him but bite tongue; instead they grab argenti's wrist and pull them along across the room before they sit down upon a chair, the slit across their dress falling open to reveal the thigh chain jewelry hidden behind fabric, glittering softly. and elyon ? they were seated as if they were royalty. they didn't even need to tell him, he just knew [ and was that not terrifying ? ] for the shoe - box with stiletto's that was underneath the chair was in their hands, opening it to take out the pair, and if someone would say that elyon for that split second held their breath they would curse someone's whole bloodline. ❝ see, there is a reason why i take you to these things. ❞ voice a melody, tease is honey sweet, it lacks the poisonous edge it could often carry. it doesn't reveal the tumultuous thoughts that swirl just behind their mind's eye. he takes their words in stride, as he always did, and elyon is thankful that they don't mention whatever it was that happened before. both of them were good at keeping silent when it came to that subject.
yet, when argenti steadies their ankle and slides the heels across their foot, holding it with such dedication; elyon wonders if they should really start talking about it. when he helps them out of the chair, when they both look at their own reflection in the mirror, elyon thinks that they really should talk. one day. not today, not tomorrow, not next week or next month. but someday surely. a promise made as they make sure to lace fingers together with that of alvise, palm against palm. the reporters were waiting, the camera's were ready, the red carpet called their name and the people were eager to see the runway show. this was it, their day, and perhaps it was fitting they wanted to share it with him. argenti de rossi. alvise andreuccio.
❝ don't embarrass me or i'll have your head. now, let's go. ❞ his laughter is a welcome sound against the energetic buzz that wrapped itself around the venue and the flurry of his complaints following afterwards too, continuing on until they reach the photo zone where elyon has to silence them with a slender digit upon lips. and if the camera's caught that moment so be it, if anyone could see the adoration upon their face behind that feigned annoyance then so be it. after all, who would believe it ? who ?
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goodb0ykinnie · 1 year
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I love boys …
I love boys who wear glasses , n curly hair. I love boys with sparkly brown eyes that reflect every light . I love boys with short colored hair and boys who have bleached and natural hair .
I love boys who have twists and braids and cornrows and fades . I love boys with thick long black hair and undercuts ,, and boys who wear butterfly clips in their wavy blond hair or straighten their red curls .
I love boys with acne scars and birthmarks , I love boys with every kind of smile and boys who have piercings and tattoos . I love boys who wear jewelry and sweaters . I love boys who wear ripped jeans and chunky boots . I love boys who try their best everyday and boys who deserve unconditional love forever and always !!
( part 5 I think ?? Wild ! Also also so many of y’all have been following and reblogging lately tysm ! My asks are always open so if you have any questions or ideas feel free to lmkkk )
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thorsiffe-dragonheart · 4 months
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Brokenbrow (pt. 1)
Like many a night, Thorsiffe found themself testing their mettle in the fighting pit of the Punch Cage. They had discarded their usual clothes and jewelry in favor of a sports bra and workout shorts, both a vibrant blue. The shorts displayed a red dragon on their butt, which they'd had a good laugh at upon first donning them. Thorsiffe's body was a canvas, bearing tattoos upon all parts of it in all colors of the rainbow and then some, proudly on display within the cage. They had pulled their hair up into bun, showing off the compass-like symbol on their neck, though the bun had become messy from exertion.
The crowd erupted in cheers and victory roars as they charged the staggering vampire. They leapt. Within the blink of an eye, they'd pulled back and erupted their legs in force again, dropkicking the vampire. Their feet planted against his chest, sending him crashing into the air and through the cage's fence, ripping it out of its sockets.
Landing upon their back, Thorsiffe quickly rolled over and sprang to their feet, eyes darting to their opponent. He, on the other hand, simply let out a groan and remaind unconscious on the floor. Thorsiffe's split lip widened into a grin, more cheering erupted from the crowd, and they raised their bloodied fists into the air in victory.
A moment's pause before the next fight. Their last foe was carried off, Thorsiffe was given a chair and a bottle of water, and some employees set to repairing the cage. It only took a minute for them to catch their breath - a benefit of their blood. Just as Thorsiffe had downed the bottle of water with worrying speed, a giant of a man, at least seven feet tall and with arms like logs, came up to them carrying two large mugs of beer.
Thorsiffe greeted Egil, their cousin, with a smile, and he gave them a nod and a pat on the back. One of the beers traded hands. In doing so, it went from looking like a normal glass in Egil's hand, to comically large in Thorsiffe's. "Skál," they cheersed, clinking their glasses and taking a drink. A ridiculous amount disappeared Thorsiffe's throat before they let out a satisfied 'aah', wiping the foam off their upper lip.
They and Egil talked and laughed some in their native tongue. Mostly it was Egil giving Thorsiffe pointers about where they could yet improve, and the two of them eyeing the room and theorizing who their next foe might be.
Some minutes passed, and one of the Cage's organizers came up to tell Thorsiffe the time for their next bout was nigh. They downed what remained of their beer and stepped into the cage again.
"In the right corner," the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, "red-haired and wild, the northern wolf, we have... Dragonheart!"
Cheers and clapping came from the crowd, and Thorsiffe grinned and raised their fists into the air once more, letting out a full-throated howl. They felt alive.
"We have a bit of a themed rematch tonight," the announcer continued, and Thorsiffe quieted again. One did well to respect their foe, even in a friendly bout. Their eyes lit up with curiosity upon hearing they had faced this one before, and they eagerly eyed the other side of the cage.
"For in the left corner, fiery and calculated, a prodigy of battle-magic, we have..." the speakers boomed. A black woman stepped into the ring, wearing a similar outfit to Thorsiffe, though hers was a fiery red, and a thick braid of dreads fell down her back. "Inferno!"
Inferno grinned, pointing a palm at Thorsiffe, her fingers spread out and bent like claws. "Ready to get burned again, wolf?"
Thorsiffe returned the grin, narrowing their eyes. "Play at fire. I shall break your bones like ice."
Instantaneously, fire crackles in the air. It was the same move, the same setup, that Inferno had used upon them last time. This time, Dragonheart is prepared. They charge forward, shifting on their feet and crouching, weaving underneath the gout of flame, though they still feel tendrils of it licking at their skin. The spell passes right through the cage's fence, and a group of customers jump for cover. Like a wave erupting to the sky, Thorsiffe springs up, pushing Inferno's hand up into the air, her fire spreading out against the ceiling.
Inferno's other hand starts moving, meaning to fling some curse at Dragonheart, but their momentum has not yet ceased. Their fist shot forward, into Inferno's face, and is met with a satisfying crack. The witch flinches, clutching her face with her free hand. Thorsiffe comes in closer, pressing herself against Inferno and all but barreling the witch over. Their faces side by side, they grip Inferno by the hips, and perform a throw. With their leg, they kick up one of Inferno's, wrecking her footing. Lifting her up the rest of the way with their hands, they twist their own torso to the side, using their thigh as an achor to roll their foe upon. Inferno yelps and lands on the cage's floor with a loud thud.
Thorsiffe lets themself follow, falling on top of her, but by the time they reach the ground, Inferno's has opened her mouth, filling with red hot light and the crackling of flames. She spews forth fire like a dragon of legend. Thorsiffe rolls over, away from her. Their arm is caught in the flames still, though only for a second, and they let out a cry as their skin is caught in the all-encompassing pain of flame.
On their knees, Thorsiffe grunts, having to pat out flames that found purchase on their skin. Meanwhile, Inferno gets up and laughs, "who's the dragon now, eh?"
She points her palm forward again, but Thorsiffe had rushed forward faster than Inferno could respond. The curse finds purchase only in the ground, disappearing with a loud 'swish'.
"I need only your heart, no?" Thorsiffe giggles, pushing their shoulder against her hips and gripping Inferno behind the knees with both hands, breaking her posture. They fall to the ground once more, and Thorsiffe is quick to climb on top and pin Inferno's hands against the floor.
Inferno laughs again, "you don't learn, do you, dear?" Fire starts crackling down in her throat yet again, yet Thorsiffe simply grins. Inferno frowns, but before she can unleash her spell, Thorsiffe crashes down upon her, flinging their forehead into her face. The spell fizzles out, and any tension Inferno had held melts into the ground.
"You should get more creative," they snorted, getting up again to the deafening roaring of the crowd.
Part 2
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