#He thrives off the screams. It’s like music to his ears

[shima-draws]

Imagine gear 5 Luffy facing Sanji's brothers. They aren't going to last a second.

Oh my god wait YEAH I have made a post about smth similar to this concept before, here

[hyunluvbug]

join me

pairing: lee know x afab reader

content: 🔞NSFW MDNI!!! , male masturbation, fingering (f receiving), m in v penetration, mix of praise and degradation, some cursing, unprotected sex, reader is on the pill (all under the cut

premise: lee know is y/n's roommate. both of them thrive on hearing each other have sex. it soon turns in to a battle of who has sex the most and loudest. who knows maybe they'll fuck each other one day?

word count: 2k

authors note: my first longer story! let me know what you guys think. this one also made me feral but tbh anything stray kids makes me feral ;-;

loud moans fill the apartment. the sounds of bed creaking hits up against y/n's wall. she flips through the pages of her book, not caring to listen. lee know has brought home yet another hookup, someone she didn't even get to see. but she sure can hear their moans.

she can't lie, the moans did use to turn her on. being able to know that he was fucking someone while she was home was hot. but, she was used to it. it was a well-known activity for the both of them. bringing home dates and having the time of their lives. lee know would bring someone home, and the next thing she knew he was making them scream his name.

she continues to focus on her book, she was finally getting to an interesting part. of course, at that moment, the banging of the bed on the wall grows louder and so did the moans. the moans echo through the apartment.

then, she heard the sounds he was making. a few low grunts here and there followed by some moans. there were only some moments when she was able to hear it. but when she did, oh boy did it work her up. she felt herself twitch a little bit. his sounds are what get her the most. it was one of the telltale signs he would be cumming soon. she loved being able to know he was in pleasure. it really turns her on. she always wonders what it would be like to be on the receiving end.

suddenly all the sounds soon came to a cease. the apartment finally grew quiet. but after a while his door opens followed by brief mumbling. she hears the front door shut and places the bookmark in her book.

she opens up her door to see lee know in the living room. "oh hey y/n." he smugly says when she catches his attention.

"have fun?" she asks walking past him to the fridge.

"oh yea. it was fun." he smirks at her and she rolls her eyes. she grabs a glass from the fridge and pours herself some apple juice. she takes a sip and sighs once it goes down her throat.

he smiles sheepishly, "would be funner if you finally joined me."

she almost chokes on her apple juice but clears her throat.

"no thanks pretty boy. i have an appointment tomorrow actually. so i hope you're ready." she teases and he groans in protest.

"another one? where do you find these people?"

"probably where you find yours."

he watches as she walks away into her room, closing the door behind her. he bites his lip, tomorrow should be fun.

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"fuck-" lee know lets out a low grunt. his hand is in his pants, rubbing over his cock. he can hear y/n's moans as the bed rocks. his guiltiest pleasure was always getting off when she brought someone over. no matter what, it always made him hard. her moans were like music to his ears and he couldn't complain from how loud she was being.

he pushes his pants down along with his boxers and his cock springs free. her moans soon get louder with the bed being rocked in a faster rhythmic motion. his hand moves on his cock at the same speed, he hears her moans become louder the faster she gets fucked.

"ah y/n.." he hears the lucky guy say on the other side of the wall. "you're so fucking hot."

lee know fumes a little hearing her receive praise from someone else. the guy continues fucking her letting lee know go faster on his own cock. he closes his eyes and imagines himself on top of her. rocking his hips into her in languid motions. feeling her warm cunt wrapped around him. he would die to be able to feel it.

he continues moving faster to the rhythm he can hear her being fucked at. he soon feels himself close to cumming.

"come on baby cum with me." he hears on the other side of the wall.

the rhythm picks up more and she cums loudly. this sets lee know over the edge, his cum comes out in spouts coating his hand. his breath now ragged from how worked up he became.

the other side of the wall is now quiet. he cleans himself up and lays back in bed. he wishes he could fuck her and make her cum endlessly on his own cock. he hopes for that day to come.

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and did it come. it was a day where both of them were alone together in the apartment. a very quite rare occurrence. they had decided that they could hang out and watch a movie.

they had been roommates for a while but never truly bonded. they now sat in the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch. the movie they had started almost immediately turned to a sex scene. it was a passionate and intense scene. y/n felt awkward as she watches the scene unfold in front of her. she shifts a bit in her seat feeling his eyes on the side of her face.

the sex scene is agonizingly long. it continues to play and she feels tingles between her legs. when she looks to lee know, he is now sitting closer to her.

"need help?" he smirks looking down at her legs that have crossed over. she bites her lip a little and contemplates if she should allow him. messing around with her roomate could be risky business. but, he's hot so why not? plus she had developed a crush on him since she first met him.

she nods slowly and he immediately kisses her on the neck. his lips sloppily moving all over her skin. his lips move to her cheeks until they land on her lips. his plush lips feel super soft as they come into contact with her own.

his hand moves up and lands on her right cheek. she sits up and climbs into his lap. her lap is now down on his hard cock. she can feel him through her pajama pants. she begins to slowly move feeling it rub against her.

he pulls away from her lips and rests his forehead on hers. "if you keep doing that i am going to cum." he groans.

she continues to move down on him which causes small grunts to fall from his lips. being able to hear his moans in the same room felt even more exhilarating. he then pushes her off of him gently, pressing her down in the couch on her back.

he unbuttons her pajama top and removes it from her arms. he smirks at the lace bra she is wearing.

"it seems you're always ready to be fucked."

the comment makes her tingle even more and let out a small moan. lee know lets his hand travel between her thighs. he presses a finger down where her clit is and she jerks up into him.

"already so needy?"

his teasing was beginning to make her annoyed. he was such a little shit sometimes. he rubs over her sweet spot as she pants beneath him.

"lee know- ah- please-"

"please what?"

she wishes she could wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"please, i need you inside."

his hands meet her waist and pull down her pants and underwear in one go. he moves down the couch, positioning his face near her cunt. his fingers run up the slit letting the wetness coat his fingers. he slips one finger inside, his other hand holds down her bucking hips.

"so wet for me. the prettiest cunt i've ever seen."

she whimpers under him as he continues to finger her open. the wetter she gets, he adds another finger. he fingers her quickly, feeling her cunt swallow his fingers whole.

"ah fuck lee know." she grows impatient and soon feels her high rising.

he pulls his fingers out before she is able to release.

"lee know what the fuck?" she practically shouts at him. he removes his shirt and unbuckles his pants.

"i would rather you cum around me."

he pushes his pants and boxers off. her mouth practically waters from the sight. he grabs her bra and unbuckles it, letting her breasts fall. her hand reaches to his cock and he practically cums right there.

"let me put it inside first baby." he pulls his cock away from her grasp.

he settles between her thighs and runs his cock over her folds. she groans beneath him hating all the teasing he is doing. he looks into her eyes as he continues to circle it around her hole. not letting it slip in.

"lee know i swear-"

he pushes his cock inside her cutting her off. she grunts from the feeling of his cock going into her. he slowly moves and pushes her legs up to wrap around his waist. he fucks her slowly and her cunt traps him inside.

she moans loudly beneath him which spurs him to move a bit faster. he was finally able to hear those heavenly moans and know he was the cause.

"you like this cock?"

she moans a quiet, "yes."

"speak louder baby, i wanna hear you talk when i fuck you."

"yes yes, it-it's so fucking good."

"that's right. go stupid on my cock." his hips move quicker now driving deeper inside.

she moans even louder if possible. he leans down and kisses her sloppily. her moans drown out from his lips. he groans once he hits a deep spot. he pulls away and moves quicker if humanly possible. the couch beneath them begins to move a few inches from his strength.

"holy shit y/n, you're taking me so good." he moans loudly causing her to pant.

he looks down at her and takes in how beautiful she looks. being fucked out by his cock somehow made her even more prettier than she already was. the lewd image of her boobs bouncing from his thrusts spurred him on.

"you look so pretty being fucked."

she moans some more, her eyes were beginning to close from the immense pleasure. his praise was making her even closer her to the edge.

"eyes on me sweetheart. tell me how good i fuck you."

she opens them to look up at him. his hair was sticking to his wet forehead. he looked so pretty above her and the image turned her on even more.

"fuck, y-you fuck me so good."

"that's right. i know i do. when i hear those other guys fucking you, i get so worked up. i have dreamed of this moment. being able to fuck you how you need to be fucked."

"fuck lee know you're gonna make me cum."

"go ahead baby, i'm no farther behind you."

he places a hand down to her clit rubbing it quickly. she lets out a loud moan and tightens around his cock.

"oh fuck!" lee know pants as her cum coats him. "baby where should i cum?" he asks feeling his own high coming quickly.

"i-inside, i'm on the pill." she slurs, she looked practically drunk beneath him.

he pushes a few more thrusts in and feels his cum coat her walls. he pumps in a few more thrusts and then pulls out of her. he watches as her cunt soon oozes out his and her liquids.

"fuck." he pants and she moves over. he lays down beside her trying to catch his own breath. they both lay together letting their highs leave them.

she cuddles up into his side. he smiles down at her, her eyes are beginning to flutter shut. "so you get jealous huh?"

"huh?"

"you said you get upset when other guys fuck me." she teases looking into his eyes.

"yeah, it's true. i usually jack off hearing you get fucked."

her face flushes and she now feels embarrassed.

"well, you can fuck me anytime you want now. i don't care for other guys. i just want you."

her reveal leaves lee know's ears turning pink. he nuzzles his nose into her neck to hide away.

"awww is lee know being cute?"

"hey stop it. don't make me punish you." he jokes.

"who says i don't want you to?"

"you're on."

[joocomics]

screamed and jumped for joy when u followed me just now LMAOHDJD but ty for the tips!! i'll definitely keep them in mind! music is definitely a must, i think i just need to find some better music to listen to and i need to just really get in the zone and allow myself to get lost in my writing. i think i'll maybe go sit outside with my computer tomorrow and try to write bc i think im just wayy too scatter brained to actually think properly and it just makes it so so much harder 😖 so i'll definitely have to try some things out!!

now for a jooyeon thought! i saw ur post about him with face slapping and it got me thinking!! i feel like he's the type to really bounce off of his partner during sex, the type of mood or vibe that you're on is the type of mood or vibe that he's in. he gets rough sometimes, holding ur hips down as he thrusts into u sharply and i feel like he'd end up finding that he also has a thing for face slapping.. like if u and him are bickering and it ends up turning into sex i feel like if you reached up and slapped him because you're just so pissed at him, something mean sliding off your tongue through moans he'd reach right back down and slap you back, telling you that he's gonna ruin u for that, the frustration just building up in his stomach,, i feel like he also has a thing for like very in the moment sex,, like he doesn't even bother to get fully undressed like he'd be holding onto your skirt or your shirt or whatever he can to help him hold ur hips in place idk 😖😖 idk if any of that was even coherent but jooyeon isn't a want anymore,, he's a need 😞😞 (also i miss long hair white streak jooyeon so so much 💔)

OF COURSE ILY!! writing outside sounds soo nice 🤌🏼 is the weather sunny? ~ hope you have a great writing day tmrw!! sometimes getting in the zone takes some time, but when you finally get into it it’s the best feeling ever 😩

it’s no surprise jooyeon is obsessed with boxing - he likes letting out his stress and frustrations through hits, and it’s really messing up with my brain 😣 just simply imagining how strong his hand would be around your throat, on your jaw or when it’s pulling your hair makes me DIZZY. let’s not forget how a while back the members shared that none of them can beat him at arm wrestling, and NOW after he picked up boxing?? what’s his strength like now?? DON’T TELL ME

i agree SO much with everything you wrote, he can really match your energy very well and bc of that i think he’s pretty chill with trying out anything you might be interested in. OH he would be SO turned on from face slapping especially if you do it first to him, before he’s ever done that to you… he would be stunned but in the best way possible. he’d instantly pin your wrists down pounding into you even harder, even deeper so he can make you choke on your mean words; get you to shut up when the last thing you want is for him to have the last word. however, a moment later he’d release your hands and trace his lips on your neck all the way up to your ear, “do it again, i dare you”

choking and face slapping (giving + receiving) are two big turns on for him and no one can change my mind ☝️ he also loves slapping your pussy like sometimes he prefers it over smacking your ass as a punishment or even just for the funsies

(i love long hair white streak joo, but ngl my fave is his brown hair so i’m kinda thriving rn you have no idea how badly i wanted its return ❤️‍🩹)

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Celebrity Skin

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!AFAB! Reader

It’s 1991 and Robin forced all of her friends to go to a concert with her for her birthday. Without listening to the band, Eddie agreed to go without knowing what was to come. Who knew being considered a ‘freak’ all his life would lead him to find a kindred soul in the grunge-rock’s princess.

Word count: 2k

CW: 18+ MINORS TURN AWAY. SHOO. mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, small mention of distressing and manipulative/abusive father, mention of a Playboy Magazine.

A/N: it’s 1991 in the story so Eddie is 25 and reader is 22. Thank you for the support on the first part! I don’t know if I should make this a mini series or an actual series, you all let me know! Also my requests are open if you want any concepts to be done or you have ideas to be written about!

Part one / / Masterlist

Eddie edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Fate was never a concept you believed in. It was never a ‘right place right time’ scenario but that all seemed to change the moment you screamed “Goodnight Indianapolis!” into the microphone and disappeared off the stage where a cool towel and ice water awaited you in your managers hands. Thanking her as you chugged the bottle and wrapped the towel around your shoulders, you began to notice her dismayed face and the thin line between her brows which only appeared when she experiences ‘great stress.’

Spring had been like a mother to you from the moment you ran away at eighteen, the only thing you had was your guitar and a trash bag filled with what clothes your dad didn’t drench in gasoline before using it a tinder for the large fire in the backyard.

“Shoulda known you’re jus’ like your life ruining mother. First the fuckin’ loud ass music then these whore clothes. Then comin’ home marked up?!” The venom in his alcohol-laced rage sent you on edge as you watched him throw your signed Siouxsie Sioux vinyl into the pile of burning rubble that once was your beloved items. That’s when that snap broke and began to pack up what you could fit into the back of your run down car. You didn’t care if it broke down, as long as it did thousands of miles away from suburbia.

That’s what you got. Finding home in Brooklyn, you had found a spot on the street and began to make the backseat your new bed. After a few days of watching you, Spring and her partner Mac knocked on your window.

Okay, maybe that time was right place right time. The question you were about to ask died on your tongue as Mac made their way up to you and the rest of the band who now joined you off stage.

“The openers dropped out of the rest of the tour.” They informed you, the thin line between Spring’s brows reappearing as a groan left Ryder’s lips. Your guitarist, and best friend, had a bad feeling about them when they were interviewed for the spot months ago. This was his ‘I told you so’ as he shot you a side glance, walking beside you as the band and the team moved down the narrow hallway.

“Goddamn, what does the label say? It’s the beginning of tour, we need an opener!” Thalia, the band’s bassist, declared which earned her a sharp stare from Mac and Spring. “They said it’s up to us and to let them know. Our next show is in two days. Within that timeframe we need to find a band that aligns with us, who can sign a contract agreeing to tour, and that the label likes.”

Spring rubbed her temples as Mac handed her a cigarette from behind their ear before lighting it for her. “I had an idea.” They spoke, pausing before the door that led to the crowd of fans that sat waiting by their tour bus. “We’re going to be here for a few days. I’m from Indianapolis and their underground music scene has always thrived. How about open auditions?”

Before, the band and management had three bands to pick from that the label had pre-approved. This time, it was free rein, all together chaos. You loved it. “Let’s let them know when we get into the bus. I don’t know where we’ll hold it but let’s do it.” Your voice was sturdy and in control which was a shock for the two managers, more afraid that you’d tear down the venue and end the lives of each of the opening band’s members. That you’d dream of, already having to be talked to by executives about your loud, party girl nature. If any of your antics got publicized your band would be cut. Not wanting to put you and your friend’s dreams at risk so you turned down the copious bottles of alcohol and small baggies filled with nose candy that you would partake in only once in a while. Instead of engaging that, you disappeared for two months to a rehab facility to cut yourself clean of your vices, though an occasional joint and cigarette didn’t hurt.

Mac only hummed as Spring and her assistant disappeared to start calling up studios in the area to see if they had two open days free. Meanwhile, Mac guided Thalia, Ryder, Marcus, and you out into the cool night, the breeze welcomed as sweat still lingered on your skin. The peaceful moment hidden behind the brick walls of the alleyway was disturbed by the screams of fans once they caught sight of Ryder’s bright red Mohawk and angular face as he stepped out into the streetlights.

This part of the night never got old, no matter how big the began to get. The fans who helped the group’s dreams come true, supporting them through every aspect. The least you could do was sign some magazines and take some photos for someone to later get developed and paste on their wall. Today, though, excitement filled your veins with a joy unlike any other drug could have. You were searching for those doe eyes and the messy, curled hair that reminded you of your friend, Chris Cornell’s. All night the two of you would meet gazes, a wink or suggestive lyric being dedicated to him just to get under his skin which made the other male he was with howl with laughter as his face kept turning a red shade. Then, like magnets, your gazes connected again.

As soon as you stepped off the stage, Eddie shoved whatever cash he had to Steve who was already doing a merchandise run for Nancy and Robin. Steve shot him an eyebrow wiggle before chuckling when Eddie shoved him away all before grabbing the other two of his friends and shoving through the equally as eager crowd with no care as he was yelled and glared at. The two girls apologized enough for him, though they didn’t truly mean it. That man was on a mission and without him, they wouldn’t be leaned up against the same metal bars as before, the ones that held them in like cattle.

Chatting between his small group, Eddie pulled Steve in as he tried to politely nudge his way through the crowd. Once finally with his friends, Nancy laughed before fixing his shirt. “Should have let Eddie give you that makeover he offered. You stick out like a sore thumb, in the worst way possible.” Her words made Steve roll his eyes and let out a playful ‘blegh’ while handing the cassette Robin requested to her as well as the tank top she eyed but wouldn’t buy for herself. A gift from Steve to her. Nancy gently grabbed the tour exclusive vinyl that she had read about in Rolling Stone, holding it to her chest hopefully. For Eddie, though, Steve held back a laugh before handing him the recent Playboy magazine which starred you as their cover and centerfold. “So you have something of sustenance.” He smirked, handing him the bundle set of cassettes for his van.

Just as Eddie was going to return an equally snarky jab, screams and hollering erupted like a volcano from the crowd. Instantly, his chocolate colored orbs desperately searching for yours like it was his dying wish. The moment they met, a smile fell on his pierced feature and his breath stuttering for half a moment all before you began to saunter your way over to him, greeting other fans on the way over.

Your breath caught in your throat as the distance between the mystery man and you closed. Now you stood in front of him with a smile, hand outstretched for Robin as a huge, genuine grin played on your features. “Happy birthday, bitch!” You exclaimed, poking the button before pulling out a marker and perking a brow. “The band wants to take you out for a round of drinks, if that’s cool with you guys? We just have to freshen up and all, don’t want to be sweaty around pretty people such as yourself.”

A blush dusted Robin’s freckled features as she struggled to form an answer while you signed the cassette tape in her hands. “She is meaning to say yes.” Steve laughed, staring at his best friend with wide eyes as if to say ‘what the fuck, get it together dude.’ “Yea! Yes!” Her voice broke, wide eyes settling on you as your hand glided over Nancy’s vinyl with ease.

“Perfect,” accentuating the ‘per, “give us half an hour after we leave, we’re at the Biltmore down the rode and there’s a bar there.” Sending her a wink, your eyes focused back on Eddie, nerves now subsided as you’re presented with your playboy spread. A devilish smirk overcame you, tapping the capped tip of the marker on the paper. “God choice. Made sure all money spent on these would go to women’s rights movements as well as LGBT protecting foundations.” Signing right above your head, you look up to Eddie through your lashes with your bottom lip coyly tucked between your teeth.

To say he was stunned was an understatement, his eyes taking you in as Nancy placed a hand on his back. “Eddie is his name. He’s been drooling over you since the moment you walked out. Birthday bitch is Robin, that’s Steve, and I’m Nancy!” Her smile was bright and you swore you could see her being chased after promoters to be a model.

“Hey!” The taller male choked out as you moved on to continue signing things for other fans, a laugh leaving you as you took in his nervous voice crack. “Well Eddie, I hope you come along for drinks. I’d love to see you there.” Sending him a wink, your attention went back to conversing with other fans all before disappearing into the unmarked vehicles that were set up behind the large tour bus.

Turning to leave, a loud voice caught their attention which paused the group in motion. “EVERYONE!” Mac shouted, a megaphone pressed to their mouth, “due to unforeseen circumstances, the opener for this tour has dropped out. We will be hosting open calls tomorrow and Saturday at Velocity Records starting at 10 AM. Be there early to secure a spot! Note that you MUST be ready with a set before joining us, as you will be thrown right into the swing of things. Thank you, get home safe!”

Three pairs of eyes bore holes into Eddie’s skull, his mouth agape. Fate, this must be fate.

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

I'd dance again

They say that the entertainment industry is one of the most torturous environments to thrive from. Maybe that's why his sister found it so interesting. March takes a sip from his cup. His eyes wandered the club.

This wasn't exactly his usual scene, but he did like to make an occasional visit on certain nights. His brown eyes lock onto you as you enter. You look like pure sin as always.

All eyes watching your every move. You command the room with your presence. Brushing your hair over your shoulder as the spotlight finds you. The room falls silent as the music starts.

☆I ache for the touch of your lips, dear, but much more for the touch of your whips, dear. You can raise welts like nobody else, as we dance to the masochism tango.☆

Quick movements full of precision. The twist of your hips and the click of your heels as you strut towards him. He sets down his drink and reaches out.

Grasping your wrist and pulling you close. Eyes locked, March leans down and brushes his forehead against yours. He smirks.

☆Let our love be a flame, not an ember! Say it's me that you want to dismember!☆

A harsh snap of the wrist spins you away quickly. The way he follows after you, a lion stalking his prey. He snatches your waist, dipping you. Almost dropping you to the floor with the sudden movements.

You grip tightly to his tie. Your eyes glow in the dim lighting. You stroke his jaw, giving him a dazzling grin. He holds his breath.

☆Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie as we dance to the masochism tango.☆

Again, they part. Such a tease. A game of cat and mouse. The way you slinked across the floor. The moments of delicious pauses.

As if savoring every beat to the song. He wanted you. He always wanted you, especially on nights like this. In times like these.

☆At your command, before you here, I stand, my heart is in my hand. It's here that I must be.☆

You smirked, looking up at him with amused eyes. You step on his foot. He hissed his head, reeling. You laugh wickedly.

☆My heart entreats, just hear those savage beats, and go put on your cleats... and come and trample me.☆

March brushes his lips against your neck. Lingering on your pulse point. He can feel your rapid heartbeat fluttering against your skin.

☆Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany. That's why I'm in such exquisite agony. My soul is on fire, it's aflamed with desire! Which is why I perspire when we tango.☆

Your quick steps match the sharp notes of the violen. The two of you tango across the room. His tail curling around your hips. Your claws digging into his shoulder.

☆You caught my nose, in your left castanet, love. I can feel the pain yet, love, every time I hear drums.☆

You pluck a rose from a random vase, placing it in between your teeth. Raising an eyebrow at him. He feels his heart flutter. Little minx.

He grips your jaw. His own nails dig into your cheeks. He watches your teeth clench tighter on the stem. The delicious sight of your blood made him want you more.

☆And I envy the rose that you held in your teeth love, with the thorns underneath love. Sticking into your gums!☆

You slap him and spit out the flower. He places a hand over his stinging cheek. Wiping away his drool. You really understood what he desires most.

He pulls off his belt and uses it like a whip. It strikes against your shoulder. The welts swell along your skin.

☆Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches! The last time I needed twenty stitches! To sew up the gash that you made with your lash, as we dance to the masochism tango!☆

Your dance becomes more destructive. More violent. It's an addictive feeling to behold. He yanks your hair harshly and you bite his ear.

☆Bash in my brains, and make me scream with pain. Then kick me once again, and say we'll never part.☆

He trips you and drags you across the floor. You scramble up to your feet and shove him towards a wall. Pressing your body against his.

☆I know too well, I'm underneath your spell. So darling, if you smell something burning, it's my heart.☆

The dance ends just as quickly as it starts. You both stand outside, catching your breath. You reach into your pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes.

He leans over and lights your smoke. Taking one for himself, he relaxes against the brick wall. Puffing a cloud of smoke into the crisp air.

☆Take your cigarette from its holder and burn your initials in my shoulder. Fracture my spine and swear that you're mine, as we dance to the masochism tango!☆

As he feels his sore limbs, he smiles. You look up at him and affectionately tugs a strand of his hair. You've certainly made him work for your attention.

But it didn't matter. It was worth it. It's worth all the pain that he's received and inflicted. He's addicted to these moments with you. One thing is for sure, he'd definitely dance again.

[wolframxlee]

Hello everyone, it’s Lemon! New to tumblr so don’t have a pretty design yet but posting my intro for my boy, Wolfram, a second year astronomy major with sonic scream! I’m always open to DMs on here or on discord so just DM to swap usernames and read more below if you’d like! My time zone is GMT-4 but I have an odd schedule a lot of the time so it’s a bit loose!

Name: Wolfram Lee

Age: 25

Birthday: July 7th

Astrology: Triple Cancer

Occupation: Astronomy major, part-timer

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: He/him

Temperament: Sanguine

Style: Punk-goth, crop tops, harnesses, ripped jeans, boots, sweatshirts, cropped sweaters,

Hair colors: Varies; usually orange, brown, blonde or blue

Health related: ADHD, hypermobile

Emotion level: Sensitive crybaby

+: Outgoing, agile, generous

=: Curious, carefree, excitable

-: Loud, stubborn, curious

Faceclaim: Bang Christopher Chan

Likes: most food, sweet teas, dancing, music, parties, swimming, cooking, Pokémon and baby animals

Dislikes: sudden loud noises, radishes

Aesthethics: Lovecore, heartcore, cottagecore, curly cows and warm earth tones

Languages: Korean, English, Korean Sign Language, Australian Sign Language, bit of French

Anomaly: Sonic Scream

Anomaly details:

Wolfram can emit an extremely powerful high—or low pitch of vibration that can be focused into energy if he screams or raises his voice. Wolfram can shatter objects, break surfaces and propel people backwards or off balance. The scream can shatter eardrums if used violently but is not otherwise deadly even when used with force, though prolonged use may result in headaches and nausea for everyone involved!!

On Nullivi: He can speak, has an accent, and feels very odd about it because he can be loud and incredibly awkward, prone to rambling.

Limitations:

Wolfram can change the pitch of the scream but not the damage done: this means that he cannot speak, sing, laugh for example, without repercussions.

Wolfram can only cover a few yards at most. Due to the physiology of his anatomy, his voice will always produce a pitch of above a soft tone (laughing loudly, singing, speaking, etc but not coughing or whistling.)

Wolfram must have good aim or risk shattering someone else’s eardrums, or his own if the sound bounces off something unsuspecting.

Must have good balance so he doesn’t fling himself over.

Personality:

Wolfram is an extrovert: despite being shy because of his quiet voice and anomaly, he thrives on being around others and socializing, partying and playing around and exploring new places. He is adventurous and athletic but cannot play sports in large groups due to the nature of his anomaly. He uses sign language or a notes app on his phone if he doesn’t want to risk speaking but can also whisper or speak in a low tone to avoid hurting others’ ears. He has a thick accent and so does his Voice AI. Wolfram was homeschooled for a good portion of his life so he can be a little awkward. He tends to run on the laid back side and is sensitive but will probably physically defend himself before using his Scream as a last resort.

[ajgrey9647]

"hi" *raspy voice* + Boom! Comics; Sentry Skull; Post-Shattered Grid (but please, please, PLEASE don't go near the zombie timeline; me and mine are still so enraged about that)

A Skull in Bloom

*Not gonna lie, this is way longer than I thought. But came surprisingly quick as it unfolded in the wildness of my mind. Enjoy!

In the end, Tommy Oliver proved to be every bit of the ‘fucking dick’ he was purported to be. To Skull’s way of thinking, there was a big difference between just being a ‘fucking dick’ and being a ‘piece of shit.’ And to his astonishment, Tommy managed to fit both bills.

Skull’s cheeks were streaked with sweat and grime, the sun blindingly hot overhead as he made his way back to the other Coinless. His gear was heavy despite all the lithe muscle he had put on as one of Drakkon’s Red Sentries. It was a relief to never have to don that insulting red armor again.

As Lord Drakkon, Tommy had demonstrated more than just misplaced fear and anger. He was a whole psychopath; a cruel, vicious, narcissistic demon spit up straight from the bowels of Hell itself. If he recalled correctly, there was a religious story about the Devil being allowed to roam the Earth for so many years. He wasn’t sure, but it sounded familiar.

Things had changed so quickly that at times, it didn’t seem real. It was like the plot of a futuristic dystopian horror movie. So much carnage, pain, and death. Sometimes, Skull marveled that he managed to survive and at times even thrive. As a child and young teen, he was sure he’d be one of the ones to be picked off first.

Looking back, Skull attributed this miraculous survival to his actions that day at the mall, the day he’d valiantly shoved a cocky, hateful Green Ranger from the second level straight into the fountain below. He’d stopped him from killing the Blue Ranger before his very eyes. Really wild when you thought about it.

Eugene Skullivitch had saved someone’s life, and not just anyone. A fucking Power Ranger! Skull wasn’t a hero. He was just a lonely, neglected, goofy punk. A freak, as the Green Ranger had screamed at him full of wrath mixed with disgust. The evil Ranger had been thwarted by a powerless, skinny teenage boy, not another Ranger.

That had really bruised Tommy’s exaggerated ego.

Skull plunged the end of his walking stick into the dirt as he surveyed the horizon. Still a whole lot of nothing out here. Abandoned buildings, wild creatures scavenging for food, disease-infested insects. He wiped a hand across his shiny brow, dark strands licking at his flesh when they moved.

Up ahead stood the bombed-out hulk that used to be Angel Grove’s mall; his own personal Disneyland. The weary traveler gave a slight smile as memories flooded him of all the good times he’d spent in this place, enjoying bad mall snacks, rocking it at the arcades, and laughing his ass off in the joke shop. He still had his old banged up ear buds and his music player; older than dirt now, they were merely relics of a bygone age.

More importantly, it was the site of the beginning of his transformation.

Saving the Blue Ranger had inspired some latent part of him, a part he never knew existed. It wasn’t all the attention and accolades he’d received that gave him such satisfaction. He could have done without all that honestly.

That Blue Ranger was right. Skull was braver than he thought possible. He’d done something incredibly dangerous (and stupid) by charging the Green Ranger. What if he’d turned around, still holding that wicked-looking sword of his? Skull had no martial arts training period and this dude was able to kick even the Power Rangers’ asses.

Despite always having to look over his shoulder after that heroic stunt, Skull felt his confidence start to slowly bloom, like a delicate flower. He was actually capable of more. The Blue Ranger’s words always echoed in his mind when he found himself feeling frightened.

Skull had felt a weird connection with this Ranger that he couldn’t explain as well. Maybe it was because like Skull, the Blue Ranger was of a slighter build but unlike Skull he was soft spoken. The Red and Black Rangers were bulkier and more commanding in their actions and speech. Blue wasn’t flashy and upfront.

So it wasn’t a deal breaker to be a hero if one didn’t have muscles and bravado. You could be smaller and reserved and still powerful. Skull wished he had more time to talk with the Blue Ranger, but duty called. He could still see the graceful acrobatic flip he’d done over the railing to rejoin the team.

After that, Skull found that the Blue one was his favorite. He’d catch the monster battles on the news and wait on baited breath to see if his Ranger made it out alright. Somehow, he had also scraped together enough moola to get an action figure of his own. Bulk had ribbed him at first but Skull put his foot down.

Having that confidence boost surprised him. He found he had more influence than he believed. He was even able to steer Bulky in a different direction when he decided to get up to shit; no always but rather often. Skull started to relax into being his own unique person and express some of his hidden flamboyance.

Then everything just went to absolute hell.

The Power Rangers had been defeated. Rita had won. Then, the space witch was dead, killed by her own Ranger; he was revealed to be none other than that ‘fucking dick’ Tommy Oliver. Rechristened Lord Drakkon, that murderous fuck went on a killing rampage. Drunk on his own power and rage, he’d somehow overlooked Skull as he went after the Rangers.

Jason, the Red Ranger.

Zack, the Black Ranger.

Kimberly, the Pink Ranger.

Trini, the Yellow Ranger.

And most shocking of all: his former best friend and co-adventurer, Billy Cranston, the Blue Ranger.

The crazy bastard ended up slaughtering Jason in their Command Center and decimated Billy as the boy bravely defended Trini. Skull had to blink back tears; they stung his eyes with the sweat and grim irritating their surface. He sniffed and continued forward; the much-needed supplies tucked within his gear making his back ache with the strain.

He thought back to a conversation he’d had with Billy, before Tommy sprouted his fangs and dug them into the entire fucking planet.

Carrying his lunch tray, Skull strolled into the cafeteria, unsure where he was going to sit this day. The clatter of plastic trays on tables, cacophony of conversations, and random loud laughter filled the room. Scanning the open seats, he was somewhat surprised to find Billy sitting by himself in the farthest corner. And right next to him was a vacant seat.

Plopping down next to the bespectacled teen, Skull grinned.

“This seat taken?”

Billy sighed and rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

“Before you ask, it’s not true,” he huffed, cheeks starting to redden.

Twirling a crinkled, over-salted fry into catsup, Skull shrugged and laughed.

“About Jason and Kim? No, I know it’s bullshit. I think everyone else does too,” he added noncommittally. “Where’s the other dweebs? I heard Kim went home sick and Jason’s in lunch detention.”

Billy looked at Skull in surprise.

“You believe that rumor is false?”

Skull arched his brow.

“Yeah, those two are such goody-goodies. No one buys it. It’s just too juicy to drop.”

Billy stared down at his food a moment before answering his companion’s question.

“Zack is making up a science experiment that failed and Trini’s assisting him,” he muttered, dropping his chin into his hand, appetite gone.

Skull nodded like it all made sense.

“Not surprised. Oliver was Zack’s lab partner, right? Five bucks he fucked it up on purpose,” he stated, like it was fact.

Billy shook his head then frowned.

“Where’s Bulk?”

“Oh, he’s in lunch detention with Jason. Bulky was egging the fight on between him and Tommy in gym class. I tried to get him to cut it out but there was just too big a peanut gallery to play to,” he explained. “I tried to tell Mr. Kaplan that Tommy said something gross to Jason first, but the teacher only saw Tommy catching a punch.”

He glanced across the cafeteria at the teen in question, who was also sitting alone, picking at his food with a sneer of disgust.

“I bet he’s the one who spread that rumor about Kimberly giving Jason a blow job in the locker room, too,” Skull added.

“Most likely,” Billy answered. “They both got called into the guidance counselor’s office this morning. That lead to Kim asking to return home and why Jason was so agitated.”

“What crawled up his ass and died? He’s awful to you guys, especially Jason.”

Billy could only shrug and sit silently.

Then, he turned to Skull and changed the subject.

“I wanted to commend you for your rescue of the Blue Ranger. That took a lot of fortitude, Eugene,” he commented.

Skull squirmed and waved the statement away.

“It was nothing. Just doing my civic duty.”

Feeling eyes on them, he turned back towards Tommy’s table and found the teen staring daggers at them.

“A word to the wise, Billy-boy. Be careful with that one. He’s not just a teenage outcast like me and Bulk. Once when I was in the office, waiting to see Kaplan, the secretaries were talking about him and all the stuff the police were called out for and CPS shit. They thought I was listening to my music but I wasn’t. And I’m glad,” he said firmly, his expression serious as he stood with his empty tray.

“There’s something bad wrong with him. Like serial killer level bad. And the way he’s fixated on Jason? He’d better watch out too.”

Skull had hit that nail on the head, if he hadn’t known it at the time.

Drakkon was a killer and much more.

After Billy’s death at the asshole’s hands, Skull had managed to work his way into Red Sentries. It had taken a long time but he knew how to play the long game. He felt it was the right thing to do. It was a way to help even with the Power Ranger no longer with powers.

Even Bulk had stepped up and defended a traumatized Kimberly from a frenzied crowd. He pulled her under his wing and declared if anyone had an issue with her, they’d have to go through him first. Skull was immensely proud of Bulky.

Moving through the ranks, the former gangly teen had gotten physically stronger. Which was wonderful. It was the mental aspect that took a toll.

Lord Drakkon was a vindictive, cruel, and abusive tyrant. Skull came to appreciate the statement that there were worse things than death. On certain occasions, he had been glad Billy wasn’t alive to see this or be at risk to undergo some of Drakkon’s outlandish punishments. He himself had to fight back the vomit until Drakkon had disappeared back to his crypt before hurling violently, barely getting his helmet off in time.

The sadistic fuck even kept a prisoner that he had somehow mentally warped into his own psychotic little pet. Not much was known about him but he was as bonkers as Drakkon and just as deadly.

Sadly, even the usually perceptive Skull did not recognize his old classmate, Jason Scott, nor would he have believed it if told the man’s identity. ‘Red’ thinner and wild-eyed, with shaggy grey hair and a real violent streak. Jason would have killed himself before serving the tyrant.

Goddamn, Drakkon was a piece of all mighty shit.

Praise be, that he was finally fucking dead!

As Skull ambled across the entryway towards the palace, he noticed a group standing in the courtyard ahead.

Rangers?? Impossible! Why would they be here?

The Ranger Slayer stood before the team, their backs to the approaching former Sentry. Bulk stood at her side, a protective arm draped around her shoulder as they listened their guests. Her face was a mask of disbelief and horror.

Hearing footsteps behind them, the Rangers swiftly turned as Skull emerged onto the cobblestone terrace. He, himself, did not resemble the Skull that they knew in their universe. Older and rugged, a quiet confidence surrounded him. And at the same time, he still had a mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes, a flair for the extravagant when it was available.

Catching the eye of this Blue Ranger, a Billy, from another dimension, Skull gave a gentle smile as he moved to stand before him.

“Hi,” he said simply, his voice raspy from the long trek.

Billy could only stare into this man’s eyes, yes he was a grown man here, and found himself at a loss for words.

“Penny for your thoughts, Billy-boy,” he quipped at the Blue Ranger, dropping a cool wink. “As long as you aren’t here to tell us that motherfucker’s clawed his way up from hell again.”

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

October 2nd: Jealousy sex

Ji woon hak x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: kinda rough sex, cannon typical violence, I apologize if my Korean isn't the best. I tried to look up English to Korean translations. Please let me know if I need to change the text.

You knew you fucked up when you saw the look on Ji Woon's face while you were being rather flirty with Leon during your trial. You were smart enough as his lover to know that Ji thrives off of the attention he gets and you didn't give him said attention.

Dwight was already dead when Ji woon saw the two of you too close together for his liking as you hear the crescendo of his chase music becoming louder in your ears.

The blades flew effortlessly through the dark woods, hitting leon as he tried to run with you, grabbing your arm as the blades hit both you and him- mostly him as Leon quickly let's go of you, diverting Ji woon's attention towards him.

You quickly started working on a generator that Nea was working as the sound of Leon's scream echoed as he got hooked, quickly fighting against the entity's claw. Nea attempted to sneak towards the hook, but failed as the blades were darted at her.

Nea suddenly fell down shortly after trying to outrun him, you tried to run towards the hook where leon was but it was too late. The familiar boom sound echoed through the map before you were able to grab him. You ran after the boldly dressed man as an attempt to save Nea from being sacrificed but he already beat you to the hook, killing the only other survivor left of the group.

Ji walked closer to you, his bright honey eyes are deceiving to the pure look of anger and jealousy on his face. You stumbled back, your back hitting against a tree as he pulls you close to his lean form.

Your actions has put you in your current situation, him thrusting roughly in and out of you while your chest was pressed against the rough texture of the tree. Moans and grunts from the two of you filled the forest as your nails digged deep into the bark.

In between his soft panting and your moans, you hear him grunting out various Korean swears before he moved faster, one of his hands around your throat as the last thing you heard as he came was: 넌 내 거야 (you're mine)

[azurescaled-archived]

Actually to give some views into Seraph, I'm gonna post one of the journal entries i did describing an encounter with Khorne

Seraph awakens, in his body, or what feels like his body…Though there's something missing, but he can't place his finger on what it could be. He feels as if he's floating, and looking around, there's nothing around him, and yet…He feels like he's being watched. He walks for a while, finally finding his feet, before he reaches a mirror…Or a window? He can finally recognize this place as he blinks, clearing some bleariness from his mind. This is his father's castle. He remembers the meeting between everyone and their alternate selves, he remembers his alternate self, corrupted by Khorne, even partially taken over by him during their battle. He looks around, seeing his room, the elf sighs, frowning as he looks to the bed, seeing his sleeping body there. They restored Eleanor, but at what cost? Now here he was, useless to the party once more. It's not long before his head turns to the sound of footsteps, seeing himself walking forward, but this one…Eyes that burned read, with sharper teeth bared in a wide grin towards him.

"Ah, how long I've waited to talk to you…Seraph. That pesky seal on the back of your neck kept me from reaching you, but now that it's gone…I can finally get to know you better. I must say, knowing that other version of you…Now there's a true acolyte of war. He thrives in the bloodshed, and there's so much I can use to pick him apart. You have that same potential, you know. How I would love to see you become something like that Red Raven."

Seraph's eyes widened, he could no longer feel the burn of the seal on his neck. The seal breaking must've allowed all of his memories to come back in a flood, he doesn't know how many had been sealed away, but it's certainly not a good thing. Hence why his body couldn't take the strain, especially after the fight they had been involved in.

"Khorne. Of course, I should've known you'd have taken an interest in me. If another version of you was interested in me, why would you be any different? I won't become your puppet."

Khorne lets out a low chuckle, before it became full blown laughter. Seraph feels his heartbeat quicken at the sound, echoing in his skull.

"Oh, my boy. You think you can stave me off because you don' t take pleasure in the slaughter, don't you? Blood is blood, all I care about is that it flows. Your bloodshed could be just, and it wouldn't change a thing. I shall always be here, in the back of your mind, whispering. I've taken the time to read through some of your memories…And while you haven't spilled as much blood as your counterpart, I enjoyed listening to that man begging for his life. Music to my ears. Of course, there's also those untethered you fought as well…"

Khorne grunts, the grin full of knives settling into a snarl. Let it be said that he was not a god of what he knew to be true, war and blood would always be around, and they were his domain. There was pleasure to be had in battle, the defeat of an honorable opponent, to overcome one's enemies and to triumph. The blood, the drink, the revelry…He hated fascimilies of life.

"Oh how I hate those false bodies…No screams, no blood, just some empty soul forced into armor. Where's the rush in overcoming an opponent with no desire beyond mindlessly following orders?! How can those things be called warriors?! Their weapons are wasted upon them. But the souls returned to their bodies…I know you still hear their cries for mercy, you close your eyes and you can see the fear in their eyes…You may hate the source, but the truth is there. You were meant to be a weapon, a destroyer. Why else would you choose to ferry souls to the afterlife?"

Seraph looks away, not wanting to look this copy in the eyes. He would never be able to forget those people's faces, he knew that. But he steeled himself, glaring at Khorne.

"You're wrong. Just because I can kill doesn't mean I am meant to be a murderer. I fight to protect those I care for. I am not alone and I do not need to shoulder my burdens alone. I am a proud son of House De Vinter, and I will NEVER be your slave."

Khorne laughed, the grin widening so much it threatened to split his face.

"Put on a good show then boy. We'll see how well your soul stands to me."

[the-heaminator]

October 26th, Historical, Hurt/comfort. I mean i think it still counts even if they're both murdering bitches left and right, but sometimes have bad dreams about it. Not nations but they're something else that's not human either. TW GORE

@gereng-week

Flashes of blood, first red and viscous quickly becoming brown and sticky, cacking to everything it could, clothing especially, whites becoming stained and darker garments having acquired another rather questionable stain, the worst was the laughter, sometimes it was giggling, sometimes it was full on laughter.

It was quite deranged most of the time, and Arthur knew it, of course being the origin of that laughter, he took pleasure from murder, he had been shoulder deep in blood since almost the day he appeared on this godless planet, and over time he had grown to accept his role as a government directed killing machine. One who could be set onto anybody the current regime didn't approve of.

It could be his own people, it could be migrants, it could be people in a far off land, but he never said no. He grew to enjoy the thrill of the kill, the adrenaline pumping through his arteries and veins as he took the life of some mortal. It was a way to stay sane, that was what he used to tell himself, though his sanity at all times is questionable, but during those times even more so.

There were certain times too, often the government had not enough targets for him to brutally slaughter, so he hunted for his own, they were the best ones, obsessing over everytiny detail to make their brutal murder seem to have nothing to do with him.

The oddest thing happened one day when he found out through his network that someone, someone just like him, one of the few chosen for this path, and he wanted to do to him what he did to others.

It didn't concern him as much as it should've to a normal human, but they weren't normal, not in any shape or form, and meeting in a tavern had led to many more things than either could have ever imagined.

They exchanged names, or at least the ones that they went by as of current, Arthur and Ludwig. Ludwig was not new to this business per say, he was a good few decades old despite looking barely 20, but it was nothing compared to the centuries that Arthur had under his well worn belt.

They were chosen almost at random, they had been for millenia now, then they were to immediately be cast out from their settlements and sent to wander the streets till they found their calling. The calling for most were oppressive regimes in which they thrived on the bloodshed and confusion that was rife on the streets, plus they looked exactly the same as a normal person, thus adding to their disguise.

The only thing that would even slightly give them away were their speech patterns, often seeming far older than their faces, the more alert of the public would recognise this and either see them for what they are (though that was growing increasingly rare) most just assume that they're an oddity.

Ludwig preferred blunt force trauma for the first few blows, a brick to the cranium, a crowbar to the nasal cavity, even a blunt axe to the sternum, the sound of bones cracking and people screaming bloody murder (while they still could) such music to his ears. He then often used chains or ropes to bind the body far past the realms of the living, twisting heads where they are unable to go whilst still, popping joints out of sockets with practised ease, quite often even snapping bones like twigs and carrying them off as if it was nothing

Arthur preferred knives, whether they be a cleaver, a machete or one of surgical prediction, he preferred them over getting his own hands dirty, his craft being honed over the centuries, first he used the thinner more precise knives over essential arteries and veins such as the pulmonary vein and the aorta, being so thin that the victim barely realised that they had been cut in two of the most valuable pieces of human piping inside their flesh bags. He then moved on to the larger knives, meat cleavers being a favourite due to the way they sliced through flesh and bone being unparalleled by any other knife, the closest thing that could come to it would be an axe, and they were quite unwieldy in his opinion.

The viscera pouring out of a large gash made by a knife in the side, intestines still oozing mush and stomach leaking hydrochloric acid all over the ruined insides, making it even less recognisable. The pancreas in its bright yellow glory standing out like a sore thumb amongst a sea of pink and red, the viscera was still warm infact, you could feel the organs twitching on occasion, like they still had life in them. The person they were performing a vivisection on had been killed only minutes before, as neither liked the feel of cold organs and caking blood, no one did, so they extracted what they wanted quickly and efficiently.

The adrenaline of the moment outweighed the horrible night terrors they got, though it was a very fine balance, sometimes seeing beloved family members as lifeless, gutted corpses on the ground (though they most likely have died anyhow, of old age while the chosen ones lived far longer) with their own sick faces laughing over the bodies, sometimes seeing themselves morph into terrifying beats of the night, whispering unintelligible words at the dead of night.

 Though it had become better for both after they had started to share a bed, the soothing words coming from the same people who brutally killed people when they wished was odd, but then again, who was there to see them, their government caring very little about what they did as long as they did their bidding when needed, so nobody questioned them sleeping in the same bed, living together as they did, much as nobody questioned the splattered blood in dank alleyways.

Whisperings of comfort in their cold dark beds to stave away nightmares full of blood and gore, holding eachother tight, completely unlike the decades, even century old beings that they were.

[spilledinkjh]

Just Another Night

The overwhelming sense of fear suffocating the air. The cries of agony and regret echoing off the walls. Broken glass litters the floorboards, possessions ruined discarded like yesterday's trash in the fit of unleashed rage. A house full of destruction both physically and mentally.  

Labored breathing, blood rushing to their ears drowning out the violent screams around them. Innocence ripped away before them in the selfish acts of others. Deep wounded scars carving their way into each soul. 

The young but oldest boy given no choice but to take on a role he knows merely nothing about. Only sadly he will grow into an expert through experience. The mediator, the peace keeper, the middle man. He will carry around a weight on his not yet fully developed shoulders a weight he was never meant to bare. He will grow up far too fast his youth slipping away before he could even fully take part in it. This boy will become a perfectionist drowning himself in busywork. Needing to be in complete control of everything around him at all times. He will have a hard time finding true happiness as he's silently weighed down by the events of his past. Anger and perfectionism are far much easier to get lost in. 

Then there is the isolator, the ticking time bomb as they so generously label him in his later years. A young vessel consumed with anger, rage and resentment. He turns to music, friends, sports, art, anything to escape from his reality. His talents go unnoticed like an old statue collecting dust on its shelf. He finds a man, a musician with a fucked up past. He begins to idolize this man hanging on to every lyric that falls from his lips. This man becomes a life line. The boy begins to distance himself breaking away from the chaos to be with his chosen family where he feels at peace well as much peace as one can feel in his state. In doing so, he's unaware of the gaping hole his absence causes the young girl who hangs on to his every waking move not realizing he would be the closest thing to role model in her life. 

This young girl took on the role of the overly sensitive, hypochondriac, the family defect. She was so consumed by fear it burrowed deep within her soul making a permanent home in her body having the ideal enviornment in which it needed to thrive and grow. And oh did it ever. She continuously cried out for help only for her vocal cords to become paralyzed as these cries fell on deaf ears. Instead of help she received their criticism and when they weren't spewing their cruel words at her they shunned her with their backs. Taunting and teasing their laughs playing on repeat like a broken record in a creepy old movie. She will grow to resent herself carrying such resentment through all stages of her life bleeding out for all the blood thirsty leaches to drink in. She'll become a magnet to the pain whether it's self inflicted or at the hands of those around her. She will spend countless years of her life wearing masks that were woven by those who fed off of her insecurities. This will lead her to many different paths of destruction. 

Silence filled the house, the glass swept away, the walls bare of what once held pictures and knickknacks now discarded in the kitchen trash. Bedroom doors closed. The remains of destruction lingering through the air. Sun will be rising soon, a new school day lies ahead. A bus ride to take them away from it all. Exhaustion seeping in from another sleepless night. A few days will go by. Maybe a week. And they'll have the honor of doing it all over again. 

[xokaus]

PRETTY SMILE 𓇼 ETHAN LANDRY all ethan had to do was make friends with them and get them to trust him before he could stab into their chest until he felt they suffered enough. he loved the thought— even daydreamed about it, but why couldn’t he do the same for you?

labels. dark content. chad x f! reader (platonic) no characteristics of reader besides you being mindy and chad’s sister. black reader in mind just because of that simple reason. talks of killing, death, blood, knifes and every other ghostface thing. parties. swearing.

˖ 𝒍etter from kaus. I need someone to make a shirt that says I love ethan landry and send it to me. i’ll pay however much.

ethan’s eyes scanned across the room—looking for no one in particular. the music played loudly throughout the house as minutes passed that he stood in the doorway with a stupid robot costume on. he didn’t know what was stupider: the fact he was wearing the thing or the jock that he was waiting on to bring in a drink from the kitchen. he couldn’t decide and he choose to not debate too much in his head.

not because he didn’t want to but because he was quickly distracted by seeing one of his soon to be victims in the crowd ahead. he always thought about how they will never know they’re dying soon until the knife is pushing it’s way into their body and they’re screaming for their lives.

as ethan stood, leaning on the doorway, he imagined driving his knife into anika, hearing her scream then slowly pulling the knife out to make her scream more. she’s probably screaming out mindy’s name for help and beg for ethan to stop but he’d thrive off her screams and pain.

ethan would continue to imagine the murder while anika continued to talk to someone in the crowd who he couldn’t spot because of the two people standing in the way. suddenly and somewhat sadly, the people two people move and ethan’s able to see who it is. he could only sigh at the sight of you—not in disappointment, just in frustration.

ethan could imagine the way he would kill everyone, everyone being the rest of your fucked up friend group, but you. he couldn’t think of one scenario without him wanting to wipe the tears from your pretty face and tell you everything’s gonna be alright. “who you looking at, pretty boy?” ethan hears a whisper in his right ear making him look over to find chad. his arm stretched out to give ethan his drink, but eyes still scanned across the general area.

as ethan took the drink in his hand, he hoped chad hadn’t caught on to who he was looking at, but when chad’s eyes light up and he hits ethan on the arm, he thinks he knows. “what?” ethan laughed, looking into chad’s excited eyes. “dude, you like my sister?” he asks and ethan could only awkwardly laugh making chad’s face light up even more.

“you serious? mindy’s gonna kill you,” he laughs. ethan expected that reaction but more of a “we’re gonna kill you” type thing, just cause you’re their sister. he didn’t care for that though, he’d end up killing them anyways then the only family you would have would be him. that was the only daydream he could have about you.

“but you’re secrets safe with me,” chad smiles, patting ethan on the shoulder. “thanks,” ethan mumbled out with a nod and a light smile towards chad. “why don’t you go make friends?” chad grinned, sharing a glance from you, who stood across the room, to ethan. ethan quickly shakes his head. he wasn’t trying to make friends with you—just wanted to figure out why he couldn’t bring himself to kill you. his father had already been yelling at him to get his shit together before the “big day”.

“come on, pretty boy! you got this,” chad smiled, shoving his friend lightly towards you. ethan could only shake his head again, cardboard hat shifting on his head. “bro, she’s way out of my league, alright?” he says, looking at chad with raise eyebrows, hoping he would get off his case. unfortunately, chad nodded. “but i doubt she’ll be able to resist that cute face,” he grinned, scar on his lip turning up.

“really?” ethan grinned, his question being genuine. “yeah, man! you’re a cutie,” chad smiles, giving ethan a quick look over with his eyes after stepping back. ethan could only smile to himself, thinking about you actually liking him. chad wraps an arm around ethan’s shoulder, looking across the room towards you and without much thought on chad’s part, he raises his hand and calls out your name.

“chad,” ethan panics, before your eyes locked with ethan’s. nervously, and for the betterment of his heart because he could’ve sworn his blood pressure went up, his eyes darted everywhere else but at you. “you’re so loud and embarrassing,” you say, once making it across the room to them. you push your brothers chest making him only laugh and fumble back a little. ethan wasn’t completely sure how long it took you to reach them, because his heart pulsating in his ears was the only thing he could focus on.

soon, your eyes wondered over to ethan who’d seem to be a bit out of it. “ethan?” you call, hoping that he looked your way, and unfortunately for him, he caves. “you good? my dumb brother hasn’t gotten you too drunk, has he?” you lightly smile up at him, and ethan could only take a deep breath in before replying. “no,” he replied, a bit breathless, but you ignore it. before you could reply, mindy comes around the corner and taps on chad’s shoulder.

“creep alert,” she mumbled to him and he quickly nods. “well you too get along,” he smiled to the two of you but winks and gave ethan a pat on the back. confused, you look over to ethan who only gives you a awkward smile. you find yourself smiling back- not only at his cute smile but at his costume.

“nice costume. you’re a really cute robot,” you smile and ethan could feel his face heat up. did you just say he was cute? how was he supposed to kill you now?

xxx

everyone was feeling a bit anxious ever since tara and sam attack at the corner store so all of you decided to have a sleepover at the sister’s apartment. everybody was here, besides ethan, he had study hall so he couldn’t make it. the apparent “core 4” sat at the dinner table while you and anika chilled on the couch, and you won’t admit that you kinda missed the curly headed, cutie.

you smiled lightly to yourself as you scrolled on your phone mindlessly, head too busy thinking about ethan to care about the phone. but feeling the device buzz in your hand and seeing a airdrop of a picture brings you back to reality. the picture being quinn in her room being strangled from the back by ghostface.

letting you know you’re not the only one who got the picture, everyone quickly gets up and moves in front of the bedroom door and for a while you only hear struggling until suddenly there’s complete silence. the silence was unsettling and made your stomach turn, and unlucky for all of you, the silence was filled with screams when the door busts open and her body comes flying out.

quinn’s body falls onto anika, her filling the apartment with screams the most as the two of them hit the floor. you can barely move as you looked down at quinn’s bloody body. “guys, come on!” tara yells for us but you’re feet are stuck to the ground when you spot him in the doorway of quinn’s bedroom.. “oh fuck,” mindy says, eyes locked on ghostface. he’s quick to step forward, heading straight for mindy and cuts her arm making her lie against the couch.

“mindy!” anika yells before grabbing at ghostface’s leg trying to make him fall but she fails and he’s quick to grab her by her throat. she pulls and tugs at his hand trying to breath before he suddenly stabs her in the stomach. “fuck,” you mumble, realizing you have to do something so you kick him in his side making him fall to the floor and let go of anika. as anika’s gasping for air and holding her stomach, she sits up against the couch with mindy. unfortunately, he’s quick to get up from the floor and heads straight for you, head tilted as he backs you up into the bookshelf.

your hearts beating out of your chest as he’s flushed against you, hand wrapped around your throat. he’s not squeezing though, not enough to kill you but enough to have you gasping a bit. he runs his knife against your cheek slowly and you feel blood slowly dripping as you hiss from the sting. something was different. behind him, sam runs out of the kitchen with the knife holder and hits him in the head with it. he falls to the floor, leaving all of you time to get into quinn’s room.

anika and mindy take there spot on the bed as sam keeps the door shut. he bangs and kicks the door until he suddenly stops and sam looks back into the bathroom. “the bathroom door,” she whispers to you and you quickly make your way over into the bathroom, but your stopped by seeing one of quinn’s boyfriends head in the tub.

“oh my fuck!” you yell then you turn your attention to the door to find ghostface standing there. you scream before quickly try to close the door as sam runs to help but he’s stronger so the two of you fail. you and sam quickly move back and close the second door before he could push his whole weight onto it. you lock it and push your back onto the door as same moves an dresser over to the door so you can block it. once it’s in front of the door, sam runs over the window after hearing her boyfriend yell and you stay put, holding the door close.

at first, you don’t understand what’s happening at the window but when you see one end of a latter sticking out of the window, you come to understand. she looks back for you. “you two go first,” sam says, looking at the two sitting on the bed. “you two go first. she’s go after and i’ll go last,” mindy says, sharing a glance between you and sam. sam nods to mindy and makes her way onto the latter.

“somebody has to hold the door!” you yell, his kicks and bangs vibrating your lungs as you speak. “i’ll do it…”mindy says, standing from the bed, holding her arm. “go,” she says, back now against the dresser and you’re not completely sure if you wanna let go until she screams at you at go again. “fuck,” you swear, moving over to the window. now by the window, sam’s already made her way into danny’s apartment and now it’s your turn.

slowly but surely, you make it across, the sound of banging lightly fading behind you as you move across and once you’re finally across you feel you can breath again. just a little, but you’ll be completely able to once you know your sister’s safe. “come on, mindy!” you called for her so she knows anika can go next. from the other side, you watch as mindy’s trying to help anika but she says she can’t do it and mindy’s begging her.

“i can’t! you go, i’ll be right behind you. i promise,” anika says, crying, holding her stomach. the banging and the pushing of the door makes it seem time is shorting so mindy quickly gives her a kiss before turning around, tears running down her cheeks, to cross onto the latter. as she’s crossing, she’s trying her best not to look down. she looks back to make sure anika’s okay and you’re quick to say, “she’s fine! just get across!”

“she’s right behind you!” sam lies, as the pushing of the dresser becomes lighter. he’s almost through, and thankfully, mindy makes it across in time. “come on!” mindy call for anika as anika stands from the bed and walks over to the latter. “i can’t!” she cries out, and he continues to pound and push the door. “yes, you can! come on!” mindy replies, eyes locked on her girlfriend. soon after, anika climbs on the latter and begins crossing quickly.

“you got this!” danny says. eyes locked on us, anika tries her best with wobbly hands to make it across. unfortunately, once she’s half way across, the banging stops and all of you spot ghost standing at the window. all of you gasp as he stabs the windowsill with the knife, leaving it stuck in the wood. “what?” she asks. “you gotta move quicker!” mindy yells as ghostface takes ahold of the other end. curiously, anika turned around to see why and quickly starts to panic.

she tries to make her way over again but it’s not only her shaky hands in the way but the shaking latter. she screamed and cried as he jerked the latter up and down, and side to side. “i don’t wanna die, baby!” she cried out and his shakes got more violent. mindy began to cry then suddenly anika fell onto her stomach. closer than before, sam holds her hand out. “grab my hand!” she says and anika tries, hands slippery from her own blood.

“i got her,” sam says, but the latter tilts and their hands slip. screaming, anika falls. her head hits the dumpster before finally hitting the pavement below. all of you watched in horror as blood pooled around her head. “fuck,” you managed to mumble out in pure disbelief.

xxx

the night had been suffering and you were surprised it hadn’t killed you. you between tara and mindy in the back of the ambulance as the only thing you heard was the sirens of the ambulance and cops. everyone was so quiet, including chad who stood standing beside you. you go to look up at him to make sure he’s okay but he’s already looking ahead at ethan who’s walking towards all of you.

chad immediately starts walking over to him, then grabs him by his book bag straps and pushes him against a nearby news channel van. you’re quick to stand from your seat and make your way over to them. “where the fuck were you!?” chad asks, anger on his face. “what? when?” ethan answers, confused on how he ended up in this position in the first place. “last night!” ethan stutters out a response.

“i-i had econ you know this.” chad removes ethan from the van a couple centimeters before slamming his back, back onto it. “chad,” you finally speak, making ethan’s eyes move over to you for a spit second. but his shoulders being shoved move into the van behind him making his eyes snap right back to chad’s. “bullshit, man. you disappear and my sisters almost get killed!” chad yells, disregarding your call. “d-dude, i was in the study hall with 100 other people. you can ask any of them,” ethan says, hand’s raised in defense.

“fuck, man,” chad groans, finally letting go of ethan with another good push. ethan’s eyes found your face and he quickly finds the cut. “you alright?” he asks, moving closer so he could see it better. hm, he didn’t mean to cut you that deep. might leave a scar later on. he thought about smiling at that- the thought of marking you excites him but he decides against it and let’s his worry eyes lead his performance.

“yeah, just a little cut,” you say, lightly smiling at his concern for you. oddly, his hands find their way onto your face and he lightly touches the cut. you hiss at the sudden touch. “sorry,” he mumbles out, going to pull his hand away, but you stop him and held his hand in yours. “it was anika and quinn,” you say to him and he could only look behind you to mindy. seeing the sympathy in his eyes you lead him over to the back of the ambulance.

“mindy, i’m so sorry,” he says, but mindy only glares at him. “step the fuck back,” she says, eyes locked on him. he does as she asks without a complaint. “your at the top of my list,” she finishes, blankly. “i had econ!” ethan says, defending himself again. by the way mindy’s glaring eyes rotated around the room, you understood no one believed him- but you did.

“i feel like he’s telling the truth,” you add, making mindy glare up at you. “that’s easy for you to say because of that little cut on your cheek. why didn’t he stab you like the rest of us, huh?” she asks, making your dart yours eyes elsewhere because you truly didn’t have an answer. “huh?” tara asks, not understanding the argument. “yeah. he barely fucking touched her, like he was in love with her or some shit,” mindy says, waving you off and you open your mouth to say something.

“in love? come on, mindy. don’t be stupid,” you say, shaking your head. “maybe, she’s right. if he didn’t stab you. maybe he loves you,” ethan shrugs, looking over at all of you. “ethan, you’re not helping,” you say, before turning your attention to mindy who rolls her eyes at ethan. he wasn’t trying to help though. he was only trying to make you understand.

[redheadspark]

Hi there! Hope you're doing well!

Could i ask for an eddie munson x reader (gn if possible) with a reader that's more of a cutesy pink aesthetic who comes off as timid and awkward at first? But once they open up they become the literal embodiment of chaos with a goofy childish personality? (bonus points if they can do a perfect heavy metal scream)

A/N: This is real cute! Sorry for waiting so long to reply, I had stuff to handle in my real life before I can write this one out! Thanks for the request, anon!

Coversion

Summary: You two were polar opposites when you got together, but Eddie slowly brought out the inner wild child in you.

Warnings: Only cuteness from here on out!

"You got everything for tomorrow night?"

"I think so, dad,"

"Can't believe you're going to a Metallica concert! I'm kind of jealous!"

"You can still come if you want,"

"I think i'll cramp your style,"

You snorted as you packed the last shirt into your suitcase, seeing the new crips Metallica shirt that was sitting on the top of the pile, nestled in the middle of your suitcase. Checking your watch, you had five more minutes before your ride was going to arrive and take you to Indianapolis, spending the night at your Aunt's house before you would site see the city and then go to a Metallica concert.

And you weren't going alone.

If you would have thought one year ago that you would be doing as bold as going to a massive to see one of the biggest metal bands in the world, you would have laughed. But moving to Hawkins because your dad landed a great job at the power plant that was just outside the little town, you were open to the possibilities that were awaiting you. It was just you and your father, your mother walking out on you both when you were a little girl. Even though it was tough, and your father was quite young to be a father, he made it work. He was merely 33 years old, driving into Hawkins with his 17 year old daughter in tow and only a U-Haul behind them.

It was safe to say that you were a bohemian duo, your dad thrived in the Hippie movement and loved that kind of life. That meant you did grow up with some great taste in music: Jimmie Hendrix and The Mamas and The Papas always on rotation in your living room. Yet you weren't a hippie yourself, you liked being dressed in pink with skirts and flats, heavily into the pop music more than your dad's taste in psychedelic rock. He never minded you looked more....bland and stereotypical to say the least, your dad was still a great dad and loved seeing you happy in a new town.

But that was shaken up when you met one Metal Head, or the "Freak" of Hawkins High.

The sound of a horn was heard in your driveway, you grinning widely as you dad checked his watch, "Woah, he's early,"

"Well, he's never been late," You reasoned, zipping up your suitcase and grabbing your jacket, knowing it was going to be a little chilly in the evenings when you were there. Your dad chuckled, grabbing your suitcase for you as he followed you out of your room and down the hallway over to the front door. The butterflies were in your stomach, the anticipating was in your throat and you felt like you could bounce out of your shoes if you could. So as you grabbed your wallet and shoved it in your purse, you threw open your front door and beamed from ear to ear.

Eddie Munson, standing at your front door with red roses in hand and a massive grin on his face.

"Ready for the best concert in your life?" He asked, you giggling as he gave you the flowers that were already ripped and in bloom.

Eddie Munson was a character in Hawkins High School, you already hearing about him your first day at school. You were a shy, timid newbie, keeping to yourself with your trapper keeper and your smoothed out pale pink shirt that went with your denim jacket. He hung with the misfits, whom were already hanging out at their lockers in the middle of the school and talking about "Hellfire Club". Of course, you walked by them to find your Algebra 2 class, seeing a few of them analyzing you since you were a new student and judging you from the jump.

Eddie was one of them, his eyes drilling into the back of your head.

You happened to be good with math, which made into play when you saw Eddie struggling with some of the equations in front of him. You noticed him looked stumped as the class was meant to work alone and in silence. Of course, his image was intimating: the denim jacket filled with patches, his long crazy hair that shadowed most of his face, and his rings that were on his scrawny fingers as they were tapping against the desk stop in agitation and worry. You were mostly done with your own work, just sitting and waiting for the class or end when Eddie was stuck on one question. A part of you felt bad, not liking to see hims struggle when you could get him. Sure, you didn't know him, but that never stopped you in being decent.

So you moved over a bit, pointing with your pencil and whispering, "Move the X factor over to the other side near the two,"

Eddie head moved so fast you almost fell out of your chair.

"What?" He asked, lowering his voice instantly when the teacher was looking over in your direction. His bright eyes, light brown like chocolate drops that you used to eat as a kid, made you almost stumbled a bit and felt a hint of flush on your cheeks.

"Your.....X factor....you need to move it over and then solve it," you whispered, then using your pencil to show what you were saying. Eddie was watching in amazement, his eyes wide in amazement as he saw you solve his problem for him. As soon as you did the one move he was stumped in, you leaned back to your own space and watched as he finished the equation with ease. He grinned, and that smile that your heart flutter for a brief moment as he eyed you.

"Thanks, Princess," He said to you in a whisper, his low tremor in his voice seemed like a chill song your spine as you just grinned at him. He didn't seem like the "Munson Freak" you've heard about all over the school amongst the jocks and cheerleaders, brash and weird and filled with hate.

No, he seemed...opposite.

"You're welcome," You replied.

And that was the start of a beautiful relationship.

"Hello, Eddie! You ready?" Your dad asked as he walked with Eddie out to Eddie's van, you following like an obedient puppy as Eddie threw open the back door to get your suitcase inside. "Yes, sir! I got the tank full for the trip and we should be there within an hour," Eddie explained as he closed the backdoor and shoved his hands in his back pocket.

"I already called my sister and she's ready to see you two tonight," Your dad explained as you placed your purse in the passenger seat, "It's not that I don't trust you, Eddie. I just want a phone call when you get there,"

"Dad!" You said in a groan and wine as Eddie chuckled.

"I'll call only from her house phone, sir. I know how to get there easily since i've driven there a thousand times for other concerts," Eddie explained, "But this is a huge concert. Apparently it's their biggest concert of their tour,"

"Oh I heard, and I was just saying how jealous I am," Your dad commented with a smirk on his face, Eddie shrugging and gesturing to the car.

"You can still come if you want," He hinted.

"No, I won't do that to you two," Your dad replied, "I've placed all of that behind me, I think I'm too old for the scene now. It's your turn."

"Nah, I see plenty of older gentlemen at those concerts," Eddie reasoned. As they were going on with their banter, you couldn't help but smile at how they were interaction with one another as if they were old buddies, not a father and his daughter's boyfriend. But they've always have this kind of relationship with one another, ever since you and Eddie starting to date. Of course, any boy would be intimated or worried in meeting the father of their girlfriend.

But you lucked out with Eddie, seeing a metal head and an ex-hippie talk about music until they were blue in the face.

Your father never thought you would date a metal head, neither did you. But as the months went by and you and Eddie got close in Algebra, your friendship was formed and deeper in more than just math as a topic. He asked for your help few more times after you made the equation look easy, then you two starting to chat about other things.

He didn't mind that you looked Pretty in Pink, compared to his grungy self with his wild hair and massive rings on his fingers. You were more dainty in your appearance, thin rings and perfect little earrings with your high ponytail and crossed ankles. He seemed smitten with you, almost wishing to make you blush and smile to show your dimples and bright eyes. Yet you were under his spell very easily, seeing how much of a gentleman he was as he volunteered to walk with you to your next class to "Show you around" the school.

At least that's what he told you.

You ended up walking together to classes throughout the next few months, chatting and talking together. He made it seem so simple and light, asking you about what you liked and what you didn't like, amazed in your taste in music and your young dad. You were shy round him in the beginning, stumbling over your words a bit when he asked you the most simple of questions, and he thought of it as cute and enduring. His friend in the Hellfire Club seemed skeptical in how you two became friends, such polar opposites in appearance and in demeanor. But Eddie never saw it as a bad thing, in fact he liked it. He was never cruel to you, not in the way the jocks would assume he would be. Especially Jason, who for some reason had some kind of vendetta against him.

But with your, he was kind. Beyond kind

Yet as time went on and your friendship deepened, your shyness was melting away and a boldness was coming over you. You were diving into the metal bands he was listening to, seeing how enthusiastic he was when he would blast it in his van when he would drive you home. It wasn't too bad, not with how Eddie would describe the music to you and tell you the story behind each song. To see his eyes light up with a certain song, or how he would talk about Dungeons and Dragons when he was drawing out a new campaign for the Hellfire Club meeting, you never wanted to miss a moment of pure joy on his face.

He then invited you to a local concert in town at one of the local venues. You were surprised that he wanted you to go with him, and he seemed rather nervous asking you to come along after school on a Friday night. Of course, he had to ask you dad first if he could take you, and he was beyond petrified. You were grateful that he wanted to ask, thinking it was better than you sneaking out and getting in trouble later on. He was starting to like you, really like you, and he felt like bringing you into his world would be the best way to express his feelings for you.

You dad was fine with it, knowing the venue was not a full on bar but most a music venue that hosted dry concert every once in awhile. You were a Junior and Eddie was a Senior, his last year at Hawkins High school and you felt those butterflies in your stomach when he picked you up at your house, looking rather nervous to take you. But you were excited, picking to switch out your pink attire to something more neutral. Even your dad helped you with your outfit, which made sense since he went to concerts all the time as a kid.

"Sneakers are better for concerts, your feet are gonna hurt in your flats. And loose clothes are good if you're gonna dance, okay?"

"Wow, thanks...dad,"

"Not everyday my little Princess goes to a metal concert,"

That night was the best night of your life. Eddie made sure you two weren't in the middle of the mosh pit, keeping an eye on the crowd and the energy level of the crowd as the band started to play. You were watching in amazement, hearing the loud music roaring in the small room and the walls almost vibrating. You saw the singer banging his head, his voice sounding almost like a demon but with raw power behind every word he bellowed in the microphone. The guitars were so loud and almost like they were against your skin, the drums beating like a heartbeat under your skin.

It was heightening everything inside of your, tenfold, and Eddie was singing along next to you.

You had no idea what came over you, or what made you do what you did, but you were watching Eddie and feeling everything else slowing down as he was engrossed with the band on the stage. He looked like he was going through a moment, a frozen moment in time when his joy was at its highest.

Knowing him up until that point, you knew the rumors about him got to him every once in awhile and made him sad. None of them are true, stupid rumors started mostly by Jason and his need to bring Eddie down to his knees. Yet Eddie always stayed himself: quirky and unique, not going through the mainstream but against the grain. He was more than the rumors that were said about him, the layers that were seen on Eddie were pelted off day by day as you two talked and grew closer. And sure, it might have been superficial that opposite did attract. But in that moment, surrounded by other concert go-ers and the scent of sweat lingering in the air along with the small scent of beer, you didn't care.

You leaned up and kissed Eddie, whom was shocked but framed your face within seconds to kiss you back as the song ended and the audience cheered.

"Alright, you two, have the best time and let me know how good the concert was!" You hugged your dad one more time, feeling him squeeze you extra hard as Eddie was turning on the car, "Don't forget your emergency cash I gave you in your wallet,"

"I know dad," You replied in a hum, feeling him kiss the side of your head, "I love you!" "Love you too, kid," You dad hummed in reply as you moved away to hop in the passenger seat, "Drive straight to the house, got it?"

"No problem!" Eddie said from the diver's seat, "I'll get you a shirt!'

Your dad laughed and waved as Eddie put the van in reverse, pulling out of the driveway and then going down the road with the radio on his favorite station. You hung your head out one more time and waved to your dad, whom was waving from the driveway. Once you were down farther the street and turned the corner, you leaned back in your chair and grinned as Eddie took your hand in his, Eddie's class ring on your middle left finger as he smiled widely at you.

"You ready, baby?" He asked you, making your nod your head.

"Beyond ready," You replied, hearing a AC/DC song come over the radio and Eddie turning up the volume a bit more.

That kiss changed everything for you two, and Eddie couldn't get enough. it was like a drug for him, you two ending up kissing for a few long moments before you two realized you missed the entire song that Eddie was looking forward for you to listen to. But you were dizzy in your own mind from his soft lips on yours, the small acne to his cologne that lingered on his thing shirt and his rings against your jawline. Yet once you pulled away from the kiss, seeing how flushed he was and how your heart was pounding, the rest of the night could melt away for all you cared.

So Eddie kept an arm around your shoulders the rest of the night, your fingers along his ribs as you both watched the rest of the lineup that bad in store. Eddie took you home right after, knowing you had a curfew not wishing to screw it up since your dad liked him. He walked you to the front door, and giving you a kiss against your cheek right in front of the door, making you blush right where he kissed you.

You both were official the following Monday, Eddie walking with you hand in hand from class to class. He was beaming with pride, holding with hands with a sweet girl that seemed so opposite of him. But you both worked and made it look so natural. Sure you saw the sneers from the others students and how they were confused that you two were together, even Jason seemed mortified in the pair of you being happy and dating with ease.

"Seems like the Freak is rubbing off on you," Jason commented to you as you two were sitting together during your Chemistry class. You saw how he was staring at your outfit, a mixture of pink and heavy metal that seemed to fit you more. You just snorted.

"And it seems like you're more of a dick because you lack a literal one," You replied smoothly, seeing him glare at you as you raised your hand to answer the question. At that point, you were letting the rumor mill go around and around, knowing the truth yourself. So did Eddie.

Neither of your cared, you had each other.

He was your first real boyfriend, and you were his first real girlfriend. So everything you did together you remembered and you savored every moment. The pair of you spent a lot of time together, working on homework side by side in the van after school as the back doors were wide open and the autumn breeze coming through or spending time at each other’s homes in the weekend listening to music. You music taste was broadening and widening into the metal and rock genre, opting to get band shirts and darker pants instead of the lighter tones you were used to.

“I think I’ve converted to you to the dark side,” Eddie said as he saw you sporting skinny jeans and black Chuck Taylor’s with your Corroded Coffin shirt, pulling you into his arms and passionately kissing you in the hallway with no remorse, “I like it,”

Eddie always made you feel special and loved, taking your date nights seriously. Whether it was at a fast food joint or at another concert, date nights were sacred. He loved having his time with you, outside of school or the Hellfire Club.

At one moment, two months into your relationship, Eddie took you to another metal concert two towns over. You were having the best time, just like the first concert you went to together. This time, you knew their music since Eddie made you listen to some of their songs before you would go. It worked, you singing along to some of their songs and even belting out the words to shock Eddie.

"That a girl!" He replied as you screamed along with the song. Even with the sore throat you got for two days straight from all the bellowing you were doing, it was worth it seeing the proud look on Eddie's face that night. He even made you tea with honey every time you felt your sore throat getting irritable.

On your 6th month anniversary, Eddie gave you his high school class ring, a few months before he was going to graduate. It was his way of giving you a Promise Ring, not being able to afford a proper Promise Ring for you. The thought behind it was beyond enough for you, wearing it with pride and never regretting how the ring shined on your finger as you wrote out your notes in class.

But you nearly lost all of it during Spring Break, when the world almost came to an end.

You both were still on the road, the sun about to go down over the rolling hills as Indianapolis was 10 minutes away. The windows were down, bringing in the sweet breeze and the soft sounds of the radio was filling the van as Eddie was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, his eyes on the road as you leaned back in your seat to watch the scenery roll by. You liked the comfortable silence, breathing in the sweet scents of the grass that rolled by and the evening that was coming over the area. One hand as on the open window, your other on Eddie's arm that was stretched over to you, your fingers tracing the small scars that were on his skin.

The scars from the Upside Down.

It's been a year since everything happened in Hawkins, how everything was falling apart around you and nearly breaking down your world that you loved. One minute, you and Eddie were making plans on spending most of your days together during Spring Break, the next he was accused of murdering the head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham. Deep down, you knew he would never do that, ever. So when you were recruited by Dustin Henderson, a freshman who was a member of the Hellfire Club that Eddie took under his wing, to find Eddie and clear his name, you went out to search for Eddie since he went into hiding to avoid the cops. And to prove his innocence one and for all.

You moved to lace your fingers together in your lap, Eddie looking for was brief moment in how you were watching the wold roll by and the colors of the sky being etched in pinks and purples. He moved your joined hands to have him kiss the back fo yours, not needing to say a word but quietly showing you love. You grinned very briefly, feeling his lips against your skin. Even in the quieter moments Eddie was there to love you and give you affection and adoration. You both have been through far too much, climb too many mountains, to let each other go for a split moment.

That almost happened when you saw Eddie take on demon bats in the Upside Down, blood pouring on the ground and his body almost giving out on him as the bats were eating away at him. You fought them all for, Dustin helping you as you both then pulled back through the portal into his trailer again. Trying as hard as you could, you wrapped his wounds with clothes and rags to stop the bleeding. You were sobbing as you were attempting to keep him awake.

"Come on, Eddie! Don't you dare leave me, damnit! Come on, please! PLEASE!" You pleaded as you got him in his van and drove him to the hospital.

You had to think back to the last year of recovering al that happened, to getting over the nightmares that haunted you at night of Vecna and the Upside Down. Hawkins was still mending, and with you about to finish your last year as a Senior, you were ready to escape from the town and start somewhere knew again. Your dad wanted to get you out of there when Hawkins was ripped to pieces, you wanted to stay merely to help Eddie recover. It was a miracle that he did survive, his Uncle Wayne was taking care of him at their trailer when he was discharged from the hospital.

You volunteered to help him when Wayne had to work, change his wraps along his wounds and putting on the ointments to make the scars less visible. Eddie was grateful for you being patient with him. But he could only hold you close and kiss you, thanking you for saving his life and sparing him from death.

"You're kick ass, Princess," He said to you one night as you two were snuggling together, your head against his shoulder as he was playing with your fingers and watching your class ring glistening on your finger.

"I learned how to be kick ass from you, you know," you replied, Eddie kissing your head lovingly as you held him a bit tighter and avoided his wounds around his waist and ribs.

"Hey," Eddie said to you from his spot behind the wheel. You looked, your hair flying in front of you eyes as Eddie grinned at you. The softness in his orbs, the coolness in his hadn't holding yours, and the two fo you going to a metal concert together as a sign of healing and moving forward, it was all picturesque.

"I love you," he replied, sounding so sure as he said those three words. You loved heading him tell you that, whether you were watching a movie together at your house and you were hiding your face in his neck during a rather scary moment, or you two under the covers of his bed at the trailer, the heat of the moment and Eddie bringing you pleasure beyond measure.

Those three words meant everything to you, and Eddie would never use them lightly.

"I love you too," You replied back, feeling that same wave of love with him. You did love him, maybe longer than you thought you did. He brought out the best in you, the wild side that seemed to be hidden. Yet he still loved the softness you shared with him, the gentleness that you could never get rid of when it came to him. Sticking by his side when Hawkins called him murderer, when he was fighting for his life from nearly dying in your arms, you'd do it again and again for him. Because you knew if it was the other way around, if it was you that was being targeted or dying, Eddie would stick by you without doubt or question.

You stuck together through thick and thin: The Princess and the Metal head.

The End.

[early20sfailingplenty]

It's been a while, hasn't it?💔

As I was picking up my laptop from the repair shop, I got to thinking about how @darkestamralime 's Bo is portrayed. He's dark, he's so close to canon it hurts in the best possible way, he's very true to it. You were one of the very first people who got me into House of Wax, and we had many conversations about why Bo is the way he is and you helped me to overcome my fears just under a year ago (all that time already?🥺).

Your Bo is loving, he's brutal, he's human, he's soft in a really specific way which makes my heart ache, and then I got to thinking about you and how you love Bo, and then I got to thinking about how dark the atmosphere in Ambrose is. Darkness, love, softness, brutality, violence, a man who was never taught how to love or experienced it himself... All this thinking made me get a small brainworm; this piece wrote itself in my head on the way home. Finally got a chance to sit down and write it out!

I tried to pay homage to your Bo with my portrayal here; it's quite unlike how I usually write Bo so I hope you like it and you can connect with it!💖🫂(and if it doesn't satisfy the Bo cravings, then let me know and I'll happily write you something else!!!)

TW; canonical darkness (Bo's a hunter, I don't shy away), different portrayal to how I usually write Bo, violent imagery, child abuse mentions (canon compliant), talks of bodies as artwork & something to be proud of, anti-parental themes (canon compliant).

Word count: 993.

GN!reader, no coded language, "you" used, no "Y/N".

Dark footsteps overhead.

The steps are slow, measured, careful not to scuff the floorboards or press down too hard. Everyone sleeps lightly in this house, too used from years of hyper vigilance to be able to relax in their environment.

A childhood spent entirely on eggshells, corners potentially full of people waiting to bring them harm, has taught the now adults that they are never safe.

Especially when they dare to think they are.

The steps are rhythmic.

Heel, toe, heel, toe, a tiny pause between each movement. Emphasis on the toes, where most of the weight-bearing is safer. Lighter. He is not naturally a light footed man, but when he hunts, he does his best to mimic Vincent; the more dangerous of the twins and the deadliest Sinclair.

He moves cautiously.

Not hesitation.

Care. Planning.

Hunting.

You picture him then, head moving side to side, icy blues narrowed and a sinister grin on his face, an enjoyer of what he does. He thrives in the symphony of destruction he and his brothers have always worked so hard to compose, the screams of their victims serves as the welcomed background music to the work they carry on in the name of their dearly departed momma.

Her death was the best thing she ever did for them, and they thank her for it every day.

As he hunts for you, you track him. Ears straining against the still of the night, a ringing in your ears to accompany your pulse.

Uncomfortable. Unsettling.

His.

You track him across the living room, lingering by the pool table to finish off the beer cans he and his brothers cracked open that evening. Waste not, want not.

Creaking on the stairs. Coming up. One step at a time. He's not as quiet as he thinks he is; you prefer that to the way Vincent moves. Like a ghost. Only know he's there if he wants you to. Most of his victims die with the flash of a blade which looks more like lightning; dead are they before they hit the ground. Dead before they could register what killed them.

You picture wrists hanging gracefully by his sides, thumbs stroking along seams held together by sheer force of will. Much like the man who wears them. Without you and his brothers, he would unravel, much like those trousers. Coming apart at the stitches to look at himself, to really look.

Silence.

Your heart pounding in your head, fingers gripping your pillow tight as you lay in the dark, eyes wide open but not seeing anything. Too dark. He is coming. But you are unafraid.

You're grinning.

He is the hunter, you are the hunted, but you're both after the same thing. The same person. The same moment. Time has passed and roles reverse sometimes, but you are each other's constant and without each other, nothing would ever be the same. You arrived here on an accident, spared purely by chance, and it would take an act of the devil to tear you away from his side.

Not an act of god - there's nothing holy about this place. No one's going up. No one's going down, either.

Ambrose is a purgatory for the living as much as it is a graveyard for the dead. A museum of all those lives snuffed out years before their time, a collection of people who committed no crime quite like being in the wrong place at the wrong time, unknowing of what was to come until it already had.

The bedroom door opens and an imposing figure, darker than the pitch which surrounds you, steps into the room. You are unafraid, warmth building up in your chest as the figure draws ever closer, bending at the waist to toe off bloodstained boots and shirk off trousers, a shirt, leaving him in dark blue boxers.

Bare to you now is his skin and his heart alike.

Not a hunter.

Not a monster.

A man.

A show of trust is the way you deliberately stretch, nice and slow, and turn your back on him, letting him get comfortable in the space you leave behind. Your body heat protecting him from the chill of the night.

Arms wind around you like a boa constrictor, plush lips press to the back of your head, the nape of your neck, your shoulder, nosing clothes out of the way to reach more of you. Craving satiated, hunting turns to resting and he rests his head on the pillow, your hair tickling his face. He hums contentedly, burrows into your back as you shuffle across to meet him in the middle. Meet him where he is.

You reach for him and slide your fingers in between his, squeezing, squeezing, don't let me go. Please, please stay as much as I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. You tell him you want him there, you need him, without saying a word, and he hears you in your silences. Says it back in the way you feel him smile into the dark, his chest aching in that way only you can induce, crinkles up his nose to ward off the tickle, and he closes his eyes. Grants himself rest in the town which killed him long ago; all that is left now is for his body to catch up.

Or so he thinks. You disagree. He doesn't argue. The very limited world he knew when his parents were alive took him away from himself and he's never quite bothered to take him back.

One day, you'll show him. One day, he'll see.

Until that day, he lets sleep make his body heavy beside you, your bodies tucked so tightly together that not even a sheet of paper could get between you. He keeps his eyes closed, sinking, falling, lost and alone until Morpheus reaches inside him and once more guides him to your side, for nowhere can you go where Bo won't follow you.

[euphoriacafe]

Somebody I Used To Know: Elvis Presley Series 1

In The End ; Chapter 1

Austin!Elvis Presley x Female Reader 

Summary: A group of Diverse adults who are singers that traveled through other countries, some would call them hippies and others would call them abominations. Alexis, who is one of the main singers for the band, met Elvis Presley when he was barely starting his career and only fate can decide whether or not Alexis will save him. 

Warnings: Lots of Swearing, Yelling, Sexual content, Twisting of history and angst/mentions of death.

Note: This series is purely inspired by the songs, I wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys & Somebody I Used To Know by Gotye.

PS. THIS STORY WILL HAVE SOME DETAILS SUCH AS HOMOSEXUALITY, TRANSGENDER, DRAG QUEENS, DIVERSE GROUPS

P.P.S THIS SERIES WILL ALSO HAVE 21ST CENTURY MUSIC THAT WAS MADE BY THE “ BAND ” SO GET OFF MY ASS PLEASE AND ENJOY xx

Chapter Two 

Flashing lights, muffled screaming from fans, sweat beaming down our faces from the bright lights, the music blasting through the room. My ears ringing and all I could feel was my heart beating fast as time felt like it froze for a moment. None of this felt real yet it was, everything that led to this moment was real and even then I could still feel his heavy eyes staring at us, at me. Turning my gaze to my far right behind the huge black velvet curtain stood Elvis Presley. The king of Rock and Roll himself was in a trance peering at me. Even though I couldn’t live in this moment forever, I knew deep down I wanted to stay like this.

It was July 25th, 1955 and Elvis Presley was making a name for himself whilst I had fame to my name already. My head felt clouded with a number of emotions that I couldn’t even name. As I gazed back towards the open crowd of people in the room it was filled with people dancing, security backing people up, and of course big company representatives on a stand to see the stage. My group was only here for what felt like charity work yet at this moment I was happy I came. 

The Velvet Pristin was our group's name and we are the first diverse group that ever lived during our time. 

You had our oldest whose name was Dani Harison (29), he is the first Drag Queen to come out and be a performer. He is an African American man who is 6’2, fit yet thin, his eyes black, and his hair cut short till he puts on his wigs and clothes he designs himself. He becomes Monnet Blac and believe me when I tell you that she was fierce. Dani loved and thrived off of seeing the representatives  faces grow red and filled with hatred, because what is a little hate going to do. Then you had Scartella Wilson (25), our second oldest who was America’s sweetheart. Scartella was what every girl wanted to be thin, pale white, beautiful locks of blonde hair, filled heart lips, doe blue eyes, and her voice was like a dove singing.

Our third oldest was Kira Yuan (24), an Chinese American and she was the beauty standard and idol of China. She was graceful and fought back anything that was in our way, Kira was everyone’s back bone when they forgot who they were. Cherry Garcia (23) is the second youngest and she came from Mexico to escape the tragedy that happened, the biggest earthquake Mexico has ever had. She was tall, thin, long black hair, her tan was dark but was beautiful that it brought out her dark brown eyes. Then there was me, the youngest out of the entire group. My name is Alexis Ponce De Leon (20) I was the one who helped convince this group to happen and now we are here. My body was curvy yet some would call it provocative, my hair was to my shoulders, my skin was tanned to match my heritage of being also Mexican American.

Though the journey was a long way to go from where we started; now we are here in Memphis, Tennessee performing our latest songs that continue to shake the United States of America. Some newspapers would call us abominations and others would call us revolutionary. I looked up to view boxes where more fans were located screaming and chanting. I knocked back into my senses to finish my last note. 

“Bang, bang, there goes your heart, I know you want it, Back, back seat of my car, I'll let you have it, Wait a minute, let me take you there, Oh, Wait a minute 'til you, Oh, hey.” I breathed out the final words of the song breathing heavily. I looked back to my right to see Elvis was gone. As I closed my eyes, I threw my head back trying to catch my breath. The fans clapped and screamed trying to reach out to touch us on stage. 

“Thank you everyone, we love you all!” Dani called out into the mic hyping up the crowd further. “And thank you Mr. Representatives.” Dani winked and extended his hand to wave goodbye in a taunting way. Scartella blew kisses waving and bowing along with Kira and Cherry. As they left the stage I stood there still trying to get my breathing under control as I leaned down to touch a few people's hands. Some tried to pull me into the crowd while the security pulled them off. I smirked, pulling my hand away and doing a final little bow. 

As I strolled off the stage to see the others stand by our staff who were also our friends: Steven, Hunter, Greyson, Skye, and Rory. Steven Jones (25) was a white man who always loved wearing blue and black suits, he was 6’1, lean, and was your typical Tennessee gentleman. He was the one who would promote us and manage us. Hunter Miller (23) was a white man also but who came from Canada. Hunter was 5’9 and was a gentleman who was connected to his sensitive side. Yet, he was the one who would protect any of us from any harm whether it’s death threats or accusations. 

Rory Davis (28) was a Afro-Cuban man who found his true self through Dani. Rory was on the curvy side being almost 6’1, his English was broken yet he understood. He is the one who would design any stage outfits for the group and if needed make wigs to please his dear Dani. Rory and Dani have been lovers for 5 years but due to laws they could never marry, which angered him but being side by side with Rory is all that mattered to him.  

Greyson Begay (22) being a Native American, Navajo, to be exact he was 5’8 with black long hair that he kept braided pigtails that complimented his upswept corners and a slanted eye shape while his cheek bones were well defined. He never spoke too much yet words never went unspoken, he was the one who helped with song writing.  Finally you had Skye Rodriguez (21) Afro-Mexican American. Her hair was coily that formed into a big afro and her complexion was well defined, as if she could be a model. Clear black skin while her brown eyes were doe like. Skye worked with makeup and our hair as if it depended on it. 

“Must you be so extra Alexis?” Skye questioned handing me a glass bottle that was filled with water. I scoffed teasingly while taking the bottle. 

“If I’m not, who will be my darling?” I asked further, taking a small sip. There it was again, the feeling of being watched from afar. My eyes scanned behind my friends till I spotted him again. Our eyes met and the bottle touched my lips. I gave a small grin before looking away. Who did this man think he is to look that good and just want to stare. 

“Anyways, before we get carried away we were invited to an after party in Downtown Memphis to visit B.B King.” Steven cut off Skye from giving her sassy remarks. “You mean THE B.B King?” Dani gasped with excitement. 

“I heard he was making his way up there but formally inviting us to hang with him is beyond me.” Dani leaned his body into Rory’s side. 

“He said we are more than welcome. There will be other formal singers there so let's all head back to our hotel before we go, alright?” Hunter added as he wrapped an arm around Scartella’s waist. “I’ll be right there, let me just get something real quick.” I exclaimed walking away after the few short calls they gave. I walked to the other side of the backstage to pick up a small bag I left till I saw a shadow tower above me. I turned around looking up at the one and only Elvis Presley who was thin, his hair swept to the side, black eyeliner around his eyes and his natural soft pink lips. “Well hello there.” I tilted my head to the side gazing directly into those baby blue eyes of his. 

“Hello, I-I’m Elvis…Presley.” He stuttered and immediately his cheeks grew into a rosy color. I gave a small laugh and smiled while looking at him still. “I know who you are, you've been the talk recently I’m-” I was cut off by him quickly speaking. 

“Alexis, I know my girlfriend loves to listen to you constantly when you’re on the radio.” Did he say girlfriend? Of course, how could I be foolish. My real smile then turned into a fake smile and my eyes slowly started to zone out. As I was zoning out I swear I could see that he even noticed that my smile faded. Elvis started to stutter again but to not waste much more of my time I spoke up once again.

 “Well I’m glad she does. Now lets never meet again Mr. Presley.” I pushed gently past him leaving the poor man stunned. 

I sighed walking away as my heart felt heavy and my ears began to ring once more again. I closed my eyes a little bit seeing his baby blue eyes that were carved into my mind. Love wasn’t in my cards and it won’t ever be. I’ve been with this group for the past 6 years and the whole time flings would come and go from the group but I could never get myself to fall for one. Shame on me for finding a boy attractive to the point I forget that there could be a possible lover on the side. I felt the eyes burning into my body till I turned the corner down the steps and into the parking lot that was cut off from the public for musicians.

“What took you so long?” Greyson called out as he was leaning against the black Cadillac with a cigar between his lips. 

“I signed a fan’s book, what else do you want from me?” I bit back about his question as I was getting into the car's back seat and laid my head back since the roof of the car wasn’t there. I stared at the starry sky listening to the faded cheers from inside the building.  

“Someone’s in a bad mood already.” 

Greyson got into the front passenger seat once he closed the door the driver began to start the car and finally move. Greyson felt the heavy energy I was giving off, he hated when I would get like this due to either feeling alone or I felt like I could’ve done better for performing to a crowd. Most times it was performing but this felt different. He never liked when guys would get close to me since he saw me as a little sister all he wanted to do was protect me. Aside from everyone else, Greyson knew me inside and out and was the one who took care of me once my parents passed away. 

“Would you like to just stay at the hotel tonight instead of going out?” Greyson yelled so I would be able to hear over the wind. I contemplated the factors and shook my head while closing my eyes once again breathing heavily. 

“No.” I spoke quietly. “I need a distraction.” I whispered to myself.

After a few minutes we got to our hotel and saw the lights bright and three people leaning on the railing. It was Hunter, Dani, and Rory. “Finally they're here!” Rory called out in full confidence and smiled. They must have been drinking. I looked at them above and called out “What am I wearing mother!” I called Dani who held a glass bottle of alcohol. 

“Come and see my beauty.” Dani chirped. 

Dani loved being called mother; it was something that made him feel protective over each and one of us. I got out of the car once Greyson opened the door and walked up to the second story of the hotel. “What held you up Alexis?” Hunter questioned as he glared at me up and down trying to read my body. 

“I needed to get my bag, now where is this beautiful outfit I’m going to be wearing.” I tried to rush my answer seeing Dani turn around in his heels that Rory customized himself. Opening the black door to see bags of outfits they had laid out for me. “Pick a color honey.” Dani whispered in my ear softly. 

Baby blue, those eyes still filling my head. God fucking damnit that man looked intoxicating that he left a imprint on me. No, no, it can’t be like this. He has a girlfriend and I’m not going to be stomping into that. Fuck it.

“Baby blue.” I whispered.

“Perfect we need to fix up your makeup and your hair then we can go meet that beautiful man, B.B King '' Dani perked up and Rory showed clear jealousy smacking his lips. “But no one can beat my gorgeous babe.” Dani grabbed Rory's chin and gave him a soft peck. I gave a faint smile and grabbed the bag the dress rested in. “Okay just give me a few minutes and I will be right out.” 

As 30 minutes passed I was dressed in this beautiful baby blue silk gown that showed a bit too much of my big cleavage but hugged each curve I had. That was it, Dani did it again with another gorgeous gown, he always thinks outside the box. While Skye came in to help fix up my makeup and touch up my hair I didn’t realize I was so zoned out looking at myself. 

“You look beautiful Alexis.” She whispered, rubbing my exposed shoulder. 

“I would hope so, Dani and you did such a beautiful job.” I smiled weakly, still staring at myself through the mirror. 

“Come on, let's go to this party before it ends.” Skye noticed that something was bothering me but it was better to just avoid it to not have any outburst. We drove to the downtown side where colored and a few poor white people only resigned. The sidewalks were filled with life till we parked next to the side walks. Two black Cadillac's  and we saw people crowding around chanting as we stepped out of the cars. We waved and smiled to each fan that we passed. 

“Right through here!” The door opened with a security guard standing, as we walked into the black building we went up the stairs to see a club filled with African American artists singing, dancing, drinking, and chatting. It was so lively. Everyone dressed in either their best suits or best dresses. 

“Monnet Blac!” B.B King called out from the other side of the room to move closer.

“Oh my lord, B.B King knows me.” Dani fangirled under his breath. Dani began to touch his black wig that was long and wavy. “Mr. B.B King it’s so nice to finally meet you, our staff and the rest of the group.” Dani pointed. I smiled and waved.

“It’s very nice to meet-” I paused when I saw a pair of blue eyes that was haunting my head. Black hair, black suit, his hair was now a bit messy. He spotted me through the crowd- once again the ringing in my ears came back, the room slowed down, and my breathing was caught in the back of my throat. B.B King took notice of this and glanced back at me. 

“That is Elvis Presley, a friend of mine. Have you met him yet?” He questioned as he came closer holding out an arm. I entwined my arm with him and shook my head “No sir, I’ve only heard of his upcoming.” 

B.B King strolled with me as we got closer to Elvis . He exhaled deeply and tried to give a confident grin as if I haven’t even met him yet. Gosh it irritated my soul yet it was attractive. 

“Elvis, this is Alexis from Velvet Pristin, Alexis this is Elvis- Elvis Presley.” I gave a fake smile and grabbed Elvis' extended hand. It was soft and warm- it felt as if electricity was flowing through our bodies. We stared at each other in the eyes and time seemed to slow down all over again. Elvis took a deep inhale and gripped my hand gently pulling me towards his body. I pulled my hand away. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Presley.” I spoke softly. “The feeling is mutual mama.” Elvis continued to stare at me as I looked away. How the tables turned in this situation was beyond me but all I could think is ways to leave the situation in hand. 

“I’ll leave you two alone.” B.B King nodded with a smile as he walked away. I finally released my breath and looked at Elvis back. He snatched my hand and opened the door that was behind him that led into an empty room filled with tables and chairs. I yelped following him as he closed the door behind him. 

“You know a normal person would usually ask to talk alone instead of dragging.” I snapped at him as I released my hand from his. 

“Well, I wanted to get a moment alone with you before you tried to walk away again on me,” He paused, eyeing me. “Which by the way I feel like I’m kind of owed a reason why you just walked off in the first place.” He spoke kind of hurt but keeping a locked gaze. “I don’t owe you anything Mr. Presl-” 

“Elvis- call me Elvis sweetheart.” Elvis leaned against the table. 

Feeling a bit disobedient I inhaled going close to his face. “Mr. Presley, I don’t owe you an explanation other than just having to be on time for events, such as this one which I should be enjoying sir.” Elvis leaned down a bit meeting me at eye level, I could feel the hotness from his breath and the poor lighting barely showing any color of those baby blue eyes of his.  

Elvis scoffed and pulled away. “Fine.” He stood up and grabbed the bottle that was on the side of the table. “I love your dress, it’s really different and very…” He paused as his eyes scanned down my body and slowly dragged up to my face again. “Scandalous.” I puff and snatched the bottle from his hands.

“So, I can wear what I want when I want.” I unscrewed the bottle cap and held it to my lips staring at his eyes as he eyed my lips. “Plus don’t you have a girlfriend to be paying more attention to than watching what other girls wear?” I finally took a sip and handed him the bottle, letting the warm liquor fall into my stomach loving the burn trailing down my throat. 

“I don’t watch what other girls wear, I’m just talking about your outfit, that's all mama.” He grasped the bottle into his hands. His fingers grazed over mine before pulling the bottle away from my grip. Elvis brought the bottle to his lips as well taking a gulp of it. “If you ask me I was just interested in the design of it.” He backed himself up. 

I smiled, fixing his hair and taking a dust bunny out of it. “Don’t talk to me then Mr. Presley- Talk to Monnet Blac.” I pulled back as well and just before I could open the door I turned around and carefully spoke. “Mr. Presley I mean it, let's never meet again. Good luck on your journey.” As I opened the door to the crowded room, the music was blasting, the singers singing on the top of their lungs, laughing and dancing. I felt my ears ringing and felt I was looking pale. I want him but I can never have him. I want him to chase me but I can’t have him. 

Mr. Elvis Presley.

[justice4canyonmoon]

Suspenders (Version Two)

Summary: Tour is back in full swing, and you enjoy it in more ways than one.

Notes: Hi!!! It’s been a minute!!! But my mental health has improved a lot, and I had a little free time this weekend, so we're finally back!!! Ik that the Dallas show was weeks ago at this point, but humor me and still act like it’s current lol. Hope you like the dom! harry version of this concept :)

Warnings: smut!!!! 18+only!!! dom! harry, oral sex/face fucking (m receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, spanking (briefly), inappropriate use of suspenders

WC: 1.3k

You knew Harry was happy to be back on tour. He thrived under the bright lights of the stage, his narcissism blossomed over the audience members screaming his name, and best of all, he got to perform his music. You were happy he was back on tour, too, but for much different reasons.

He was sexy as hell when he performed.

The sweat dripping from his brow, the outfits (that you got to tear off of him later), and especially the cocky smirks he would give out when he knew he nailed a part, would have you squeezing your thighs together backstage. Tonight was clearly no exception. The silk of the Dallas outfit clung to his form perfectly, and it was doing things to you. Every time Harry would glance over to where you were standing in the pit, you had to clench you thighs together to keep from bursting. He noticed, of course, and that same cocky smirk would spread across his lips as he winked at you.

Post-performance, you headed straight to his dressing room to wait for him, not really feeling in the mood to socialize with the band. All you really wanted was him, and you knew it wouldn’t be too long until he joined you. Sure enough, Harry strode in not too long after you, closing and locking the door with celerity. He grinned cheekily at you, walking over to the plush couch you were lounging on and swinging his legs over your form, straddling your waist.

He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Have a little problem during the show t’night, love?”

You shivered at the raspy tone of his words, already feeling your arousal, which you already thought was overwhelming, rise to new heights. Now that he was finally draped over you, you would get what you were so desperate for all night.

“A little, but nothing that can’t be solved with a bit of help,” you replied, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

“A bit of help, hmm?” Harry teased as he slowly ground his hips against yours, “need someone t’ take care of yeh, darlin’?”

You gulped and nodded, “Yes. Need you, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened as he tore your shirt off of your body and stood up, “Then get on your knees.”

Once the shirt was over your head, you quickly obeyed, dropping to the floor in front of the couch. Harry had stripped off his shirt and suspenders as well, leaving him in his silk pants. You reached forward and tugged the zipper down, and he helped you by shoving his trousers and briefs down to pool at his ankles.

He tapped your cheek with his hard cock and demanded, “Open. I need my little cocksleeve now.”

You whimpered softly, letting your mouth fall wide open. Harry wasted no time in filling that empty space, nearly making you gag when he suddenly touched the back of your throat.

“Always love fuckin y’ mouth. So warm and wet f’ me,” he grunted as his hips slammed into your throat.

Tears were already springing to your eyes from the speed and intensity that he took your mouth, but you laid your head against the couch and took what he gave you.

“Look s’ pretty when yeh cry,” he mocked, seeing the tears beginning to fill your eyes.

The ferns on his hips started to look blurry as those same tears started to trickle down your cheeks. The way he filled your mouth hurt in the best possible way, and soon, his hips were stuttering erratically into your mouth. But just as he was about to cum, he pulled out. You whined at the loss, wanting to feel him cum down your throat.

He chuckled softly at your eagerness, “S’ okay, pet. You’ll get what yeh need. Hands and knees f’ me.”

You stood up on shaky limbs and positioned yourself accordingly on the couch. You saw him walk behind you, and there was something in his hands.

Glancing back at him, confused, you asked, “What’s that, Daddy?”

He smirked and let the object hang down. It was his suspenders.

“What are those for?”

Harry’s smirk deepened, his dimples popping out further than before, as he leaned toward you and pulled your hands behind your back, making your rest your head against the couch for support. You felt him tie something, presumably the suspenders, around your wrists. You looked back and whined as you saw him clutching the other end of the suspenders in his large hands, grinning wickedly. He tugged you back so your ass was up against his pelvis, and with no resistance, he slipped inside your wet heat.

“Daddy,” you gasped as his length suddenly filled you to the brim.

He clearly was not in the mood to take it slow tonight. His rhythm was brutal right from the start, exactly the same way that he fucked your mouth.

“Love fuckin my pussy after a show,” he said with a low growl, “always so wet and ready f’ me.”

When you moaned at his words, he chuckled and added, “Yeah? Like it when I call it my pussy? Because it is. It’s fuckin mine. No one else can fuck yeh like this, can they?”

You shook your head, “O-only you, D-daddy.”

“Fuckin right it’s only me,” Harry rasped, punctuating the remark with a harsh slap on your ass, “Own this ass, too. Own everything of yours. But yeh own all of me too, pet. Got me wraped around y’ fuckin finger.”

You smiled softly at his words, but squeaked out another moan when he hand smacked down on your other cheek. His other free hand still gripped the suspenders tightly, holding you in place as he fucked you roughly.

“C-close, Daddy,” you warned.

His free hand snaked to your front as he rubbed your clit between his slender fingers while keeping up his quick pace.

“Cum f’ me, pet. Wanna feel y’ cunt squeezing me. Best fuckin feelin in the world,” he commanded.

The harsh slams of his hips into yours and the pinching of your nub brought you there, and your walls tightened around his cock as you moaned his name through your release. The tightness of your walls brought him to the edge as well, and his hips stuttered as his cum coated your walls.

“Fuck, baby, yeh’ve got the most perfect cunt,” he praised, “always take me s’ well.”

Your cheeks grew warm from the praise and you turned your head so you could see him, “Thank you, Daddy. Always fuck me so nice.”

Harry smiled back at you, “Course, m’ lovely. Always gonna take care of yeh.”

He removed the suspenders from around your wrist and gently kissed the irritated skin murmuring sweet praises to you. He got up then and found a towel in the attached bathroom, cleaning you both off before rejoining you on the couch. Harry pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly against him.

“Feel okay, lovie? Not too sore?” he asked.

You nodded, “Feel good, H. A little sore, but not too bad. I’m sleepy, though.”

Harry leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Sleep f’ a bit then, love. I’ll wake yeh when we have t’ get dressed and go home.”

“M-kay,” you said sleepily as you began to drift off.

But almost as soon as you had fallen asleep, the door cracked open and you heard Jeff call in, “If you two are finally done in there, we have to get going. We have to get on the road,” before the door shut again.

You whined in displeasure and Harry chuckled softly.

“Gotta get up, love. Time t’ get dressed.”

“Will you carry me out to the bus then, H?” you requested.

And of course, he relented, “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”

Yeah, you couldn’t wait for this to happen for the rest of tour.