#wild with a loud speaker blasting music

[nanysalmon]

Wild is chaos

You have no idea the absolute urge I had to do this. I made it rushed but that was to get the idea there and now I can't get it out of my head. Wild carrying around a loud speaker just blasting music(I wish I could in the game while riding the Master Cycle Zero💀).

Time the tired dad doing a supply run, Sky and Twilight just watching the scene unfold, Sailor and Four hiding in the back watching. And Wild about to start some shit.

Me lo estoy imaginando con otras canciones pero esta es la que se me vino en la mente y no paro de reír 💀💀🤣🤣

[hoshifighting]

lyla….. i gotta know what car sex with svt would be like 🫦

seungcheol likes it on the backseat, your legs splayed across the leather, windows fogged up. he grinds into you, seats squeaking underneath. he’s relentless, fucking you hard against the door, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. the music’s soft in the background, but all you can hear is his groaning, breathless curses tumbling from his lips. he loves it when you moan loud, one hand tangled in your hair as he takes you to the edge over and over again. his size? barely fits in the car, but he makes it work, leaning in close to whisper filthy things in your ear between thrusts.

jeonghan parks somewhere dark, secluded, with the windows cracked just enough for the cool air to sneak in so his blood pressure doesn't fall. or has you bent over the hood of the car, your hands gripping the cold metal as he kisses down your spine. the way he fucks you is almost leisurely, like he’s got all the time in the world, but it drives you insane. he chuckles every time you whimper his name, pushing back into him for more. he’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear after, like he didn’t just ruin you on the side of the road.

joshua likes it on the front seat, hands firm as he pulls you into his lap, your knees digging into the dashboard while you ride him. the windows are rolled down, and the night air cools the heat between you. he’s not wild with his movements, but god, the way he looks at you while you move together is everything. his lips are constantly on you—your neck, your chest, your lips—soft whispers of your name mingled with his breathy moans.

junhui’s energy is through the roof, and it’s no different when things get nasty in the car. you’re in the backseat, straddling him while the music’s blasting through the speakers. the windows are cracked open, enough for the outside world to hear the way he moans your name, unashamed, unapologetic. he’s got you bouncing on his lap, his hands gripping your waist, guiding your movements like he’s choreographing your entire night. there’s no slowing down with him—it’s fast, intense, almost overwhelming, but exactly what you crave. he loves watching the way your face twists with pleasure, his lips tugging into a grin every time you get louder.

hoshi takes over the second you suggest anything risky. he’s the kind who wants to fuck you outside the car, no matter how reckless it is. he’ll have you pinned up against the side of the car, your legs wrapped around his waist while his hips snap forward relentlessly. the music's thumping from inside the car, but the only thing you’re focused on is the way he fills you up, him constantly whispering dirty things in your ear, loving the way your breath catches when he moves just right. the sounds he makes are loud and needy, almost like he can’t get enough. and honestly, he never can.

wonwoo’s the quiet type, but in the car, he’s something else. you’re in the backseat, seats reclined just enough for him to slide between your legs. the windows up, keeping everything intimate, the heat trapped inside the car. he’s not one to moan loudly, but the little sounds he makes are everything—soft, breathy grunts that makes u wet. his hand finds its way to your throat, not rough, just enough pressure to make you feel grounded, connected. you can feel the tension in his body, the way he tries to hold back but eventually lets go, his forehead pressed against yours.

woozi doesn’t do anything halfway. both of you in the front seat, the chair reclined as far back as it can go, but it’s still a tight fit. he’s hovering over you, thrusting into you at a brutal pace, his breath hot against your neck. the music’s off—he doesn’t need it—preferring the sound of your moans, the way your body responds to him. he’s not much of a talker during sex, but the way his grip tightens on your hips, the way he buries his face in your neck, says everything. his stamina is unreal, and he won’t stop until he’s sure you’re completely wrecked.

minghao + sex + you + front seat, straddling him as he sits back, his hands lazily resting on your hips. he loves watching the way you react, afraid that someone can see you through the window, but also too horny to care. the windows are cracked, and there’s soft music playing, but the real soundtrack is the way he breathes out your name every time you roll your hips just right. he’s quiet, focused, but the tension in his body says everything—he’s holding back, making sure you come undone before he even thinks about finishing.

mingyu and car sex? it’s wild, messy, and absolutely addictive. the backseat suffers on fitting with his size, but he makes it work. windows are fogged up, the car rocking slightly with the force of his thrusts. the way he moans is loud, unfiltered, mixing with your cries, you can be as loud as you want, you know the car 'walls' are going to muffle it. he would often eat you out inside the car too, before an event, before a family dinner.

seokmin is the type of funny that makes you laugh and then, on the next second, you are naked for him, laughing between gasps as he tickles your sides before pulling you into his lap. he’s vocal—really vocal—moaning and laughing all at once, telling you how good you feel, how much he loves being with you. he’s got this playful energy, even when he’s fucking you hard, every time you gasp, he grins wider, loving the way you react to him. he’ll pull you in for sloppy kisses, his breath mixing with yours as the car shakes with the force of your movements. when you both finish, he’s still giggling, pulling you close and telling you how much fun that was, like it wasn’t the most intense thing you’ve ever experienced.

seungkwan likes it because it ends up being messier than in bed. you get sweat faster, you get tired faster, the lungs burn, and the windows start to drip from being humid. he would hit his head on the car's roof zillions times, would laugh, but keep fucking you, when you're on top, he put a hand on the top of your head to prevent you to hit your head as the other circles your clit.

vernon loves it the most. love how the sex smells way faster inside the car. would have a playlist just for car sex, and would draw on the foggy windows of your car after. the quietness of the car insides, makes your moans more prominent so he can appreciate it.

chan would love to finger you while he drives. the radio is turned off, so he can hear the wetness of your pussy enveloping his fingers, the silence in the car makes him focus on it. when you two decided to make a stop, he want to fuck you outside, bent over the closed trunk leaving a stamp of your tits on it.

[ozarkthedog]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

summary: a carnival comes to town and the night takes an unexpected turn when you meet a strange man.

warnings: 18+ mdni. vampire!max philips x afab!reader. max being max. smut. biting. blood. memory wipe. reader is abled bodied. reader is not depicted in the moodboard. w.c. 1.6k

author's note: first time writing Max. be nice pls. thank you @ghotifishreads for letting me whine and helping me think through this fic. you’re a treasure.

-> for the summer lovin' challenge ~ carnival #4 - max philips - the quote "are you lost, my dear?" and the attached moodboard

thank you to @pedgito @chaotic-mystery @amanitacowboy for hosting this fun challenge!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬

"Are you lost, my dear?"

You spin on your feet when a smooth, self-assured voice calls your attention as you wait on the sidelines for the traveling circus to begin.

He's devastatingly handsome, with sparkling dark eyes and short brown hair; he looks out of his element in a crisp three-piece black suit with a red tie. He flashes sharp, pearly white teeth and cocks his head with a smirk.

"Not anymore." You quip.

"My name is Max." He extends a hand, and you mirror him, offering your name loud enough to hear over the cheery music blasting across the expansive tent.

"Come to the circus often?" Max asks, trailing his wild eyes shamelessly down your body. Usually, you'd be repulsed, but something about him called to you. If anything, you wanted to get to know him more.

"Actually, this is my first time." You confess.

His face twists with amusement. "Oh, a virgin. I love it."

"I never would've pegged you for a fan of the circus." Your eyes flick up and down his body.

"I actually work for the circus."

He laughs when one of your eyebrows shoots into your hairline. "It's true. Every circus needs a lawyer, just in case any incidents happen. So I travel around with them."

"Wow. I never would've thought."

He sends you yet another coy smirk. "I like keeping people on their toes. Besides, a circus is a great spot to meet new people."

"Oh yeah? Do you find yourself picking up people often?"

His gaze grows tight, and his eyes turn a faint black before he takes a slow, deep breath. "A few."

The lights flash a beat before slowly dimming, signaling the start of the show.

"Come with me. I know the best seat in the house. " He clasps his hand around yours and tugs you along behind him. You instinctively dig your feet into the ground, knowing in your heart it's not safe to wander off with a stranger, but Max turns on his heel and locks eyes with you.

"It's ok. You're safe with me."

Your resolve crumbles without a second thought, and you go willingly.

Energetic circus music blasts through large speakers as guests cheer and yell. Hidden animals roar from beyond the curtains as Max walks you, hand in hand, toward the performers-only section.

He leads you up a set of stairs and down a dimly lit hall before turning into a small, dark room with one wall made entirely of glass. It overlooks the large tent, giving you a bird' s-eye view of the circus stage.

You watch it in awe as the performers move seamlessly in their choreography and tumbling movements.

You're so caught up in all the action you momentarily forget about Max. You turn towards him, swiftly apologizing.

He brushes you off with a smile. "Don't be sorry. Enjoy yourself. I know I am." His gaze slowly travels down to your neck.

You turn back to watch the colorful sights when you feel Max step behind you. He leans his body against your back, pressing the sturdy length of him along your spine.

You suck in a sharp breath as a strong arm curls around your waist, and plush lips find the junction of your shoulder and neck. You shiver from the cold kisses that splay over your sensitive skin.

"M'm you smell good," he murmurs before licking a wet stripe up the curve of your neck. You squirm in his arms, making him hold you tighter as he grinds his growing length against your ass.

"Keep your eyes on the show," he directs, dragging his bottom lip along the curve of your ear. "Don't want you to miss a thing."

As the performers engage the audience with fire eating and

high stakes aerobatics, large hands travel down the length of your body, over your curves, before reaching under your skirt and settling between your legs.

Your belly cramps when he presses against your panties and rubs your folds hidden by the thin fabric.

As Max slips two fingers beneath the elastic and grazes your throbbing core with a brazen touch, a hushed moan slips from your throat. Your body instinctively arches toward his touch, greedy for more.

"Looks like someone enjoys being naughty with a stranger." Max purrs while teasing his fingers through your swollen folds and dragging out the slick that's dripping from your pussy.

You turn your head, desperate to feel his lips on yours, but he asks. "Eyes to the front. Don't make me punish you, Kitten."

The soft threat makes you mewl and grind against his fingers. Your cunt throbs under his touch, soaking his fingers, wishing he'd push them inside.

Suddenly, you feel a strong hand push against your upper back until your face and chest are splayed against the window. The lewd sound of sucking hits your ears, followed by a low, dark moan. "That pretty pussy is absolutely scrumptious." He groans, lapping at his soaked digits.  

Your heart pounds under your ribs as you're pressed flush against the glass. Anyone could look up and see Max doing whatever he wanted with you. The thought should horrify you, but instead, your fingers spread wide against the glass, and you push back against Max's growing length.

"'Atta girl." Max purrs. You hear a zipper and a rustling of cloth before he hooks his fingers beneath your panties and pulls them to the side.

The cool glass feels like heaven against your heated cheek as he taps the bulbous tip of his cock against your shiny folds. He feels huge.

"Are you a virgin?" He hesitates, voice hinting slight concern.

"No," You whisper, eyes flicking to the side to watch as he spits lewdly where you're almost connected. Some spittle lands on your cunt, making you jolt.

"Oh, shucks. Virgins always taste so sweet." He laments before his features turn on a dime and kisses his fingers like a chef. "Then again, that pussy did taste fucking delicious."

Just as your mind begins to melt from his words, he slowly tips his hips and sheathes his length inside of you in one long, unending push.

The stretch is tremendous. Your fingers claw at the glass as he molds you around his cock like a hand slipping inside a glove. Max hisses through his teeth at the pressure before slipping a hand around to rub gingerly at your clit.

"Come on, relax for me, Kitten. I want to fuck this pretty pussy. Get 'er meowing for me."

A half-broken laugh and moan tumble from your lips as a wave of arousal blossoms in your belly. Your cunt swallows his length until you feel wiry hairs leading down to his pelvis graze the soft cheeks of your ass.

"atta girl."

Greedy hands encase your hips as he sets a steady pace, sawing his girth in and out, leaving you gasping and choking on your own moans.

Your body writhes under his touch. His balls smack thwap against your clit on every punishing drive as glistening slick drips from your weeping core, staining your inner thighs as you shove against the glass, meeting each demanding thrust.

"I found quite the meal ticket tonight," the shameless moan ends in a growl.

You're too blissed to comprehend whether that's a compliment as he splits you in half, pushing you further up the glass and closer to the impending orgasm you can feel lingering deep inside your cunt.

Max splays his body over yours; his broad shoulders encompass yours so entirely that you can't help but feel an odd sense of dread come over you.

"Oh, I've got that pussy right where I want 'er," He hisses, jaw clenching as your velvet walls quiver, greedily trying to milk his balls. His lips find your neck, slotting hurried kisses along the sensitive column. "Are you gonna come all over my cock, Kitten? Make a mess for me?"

Your head spins as you feel his teeth graze your skin. The pressure of his sharp canines sinking into your flesh sends you plummeting into a deep canyon of ecstasy. Your cunt locks around him like a vice, and a hoarse, depraved moan is pulled from your lips as he keeps a steady rhythm fucking you through the mind-bending pleasure.

Max thrusts faster once your blood touches his tongue. He greedily laps at the metallic crimson that pours freely from the tiny holes in your neck. You never register the pain. All you can sense is his bulbous crown inching further and further into the deepest part of you.

A choked grunt rumbles against the side of your throat. His hips stutter, cock drenched in your sweet cream allowing him to drive straight to the hilt before spilling his spend into your convulsing core.

Your mind goes fuzzy as you try to catch your breath. Fingers grip your chin, and your gaze lands on something from a horror movie.

A dark red stain paints the lower half of Max's jaw. His lips are flush and dripping with your blood. His tongue licks at the corners of his mouth, "Knew you'd taste as good as you looked."

You go to scream when he shakes his head slowly from side to side and tsks once more. His eyes lock on yours, piercing your soul as he speaks calmly.

"You got lost on the way to the bathroom."

You repeat what he says in a lifeless tone.

"A bug bit the side of your neck."

Again, you repeat his words.

"Now, close your eyes, Kitten."

You follow his orders before blinking them open a second later and find yourself seated among fellow circusgoers in the middle of the bleachers.

As the show continues, you rub a tender spot on your neck and spy a large glass window. You notice a handsome man smiling down at you from beyond the glass.

He winks and playfully tongues one of his sharp, pearly white fangs.

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

concert, part 2

part 1 | part 2 | (cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw smut)

The concert is a fucking blast. König and I are headbanging in unison to the songs blaring from the speakers and I love seeing the wild expression on his face. It’s exactly how I imagined it. Lorna Shore is also an amazing live experience, my god. I think I’m gonna have a bunch more lines on my face because every breakdown is bringing out my stank face.

Most of the concert goes well, without any incidents. Most of it.

If it wasn’t for the guy who almost knocked me off my feet running past us to the moshpit. König catches me when I topple over, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me up again. The look on his face as he stares down the guy that just shoots a little “sorry” in my direction is downright abysmal that for a moment even I get a bit scared.

And I grab his arm putting my whole body weight on it when I see that he wants to go after the guy. “König, please, I’m fine.”, I shout at him, pulling on his arm to get his attention on me.

He stops, turns around and leans down, coming face to face with me. His eyes search it for any indication that would go against my claim, his hand cupping my cheek, the thumb softly caressing just once. And I just want him to do it again.

“I swear, I’m fine, it happens. I’m not made of glass.”, I explain to him and do a little dancydancy to demonstrate that my limbs are still working.

That pulls a little chuckle from him and he finally relaxes. Nodding, pulling back, and then he straightens back up, re-taking his position right behind me like my own personal bodyguard. And I lean into him again, shamelessly so, somebody might even call it ‘snuggling into him’.

I’m feeling touchy and I maybe would have had a guilty conscience if he didn’t do the same. His hand skimming over my naked arm, him pulling me against him when somebody pushes past us again. His big burly arms framing me. And it feels good. Oh, so good.

Luckily the heavy music blasting from the speakers is distracting me from the attractive man at my side, so I can keep some of my sanity while I try and tell myself that this totally is just two strangers going to a concert and not at all a date. Mh-mh, not a date.

I push those thoughts away and will myself to stay in the moment and let the music carry me away. I’m already getting tired and sweaty from all the jumping, shouting and moshing I’ve been doing, but also the concert is slowly but surely coming to an end.

I jump up a bit, going on my tiptoes, but I can’t see the band members on stage through the sea of bodies in front of me. König leans down, one of his hands on my shoulder.

“Everything okay?”, he asks me, loud against the noise, his breath skitting over the shell of my ear, and I ignore the tickling feeling that this elicits.

I turn to him speaking into his ear as well. “I don’t see anything.”, I complain to him. “But this is my favourite song.”

“You wanna sit on my shoulders? I bet you’d have a better view from up there.”, he suggests, patting said shoulders. They do look like a very comfy seat. Or a comfy leg rest. *cough cough* Get yourself together and the mind out of the gutter, I tell myself.

“Uh, sure.”, I say, totally not sure how this will work. He pulls his hair to the side and just leans down a bit, hoists me up at my waist and places me on his right shoulder. He holds up his hands and I grab them as I reposition myself, slinging my leg over the other shoulder, so that my thighs are now resting on both of them.

I didn’t factor in that I’m only wearing a skirt. The fabric is bunched up, which means that there are only the two thin layers of my panties and my tights between his neck and my pussy. Great. Just peachy.

His hands grab my thighs, his fingers digging into me, holding me steady and save. I’m so high up, so I can see everything, but right now my attention and more importantly the attention of my body is on the man whose head is between my thighs – so to speak.

“All good?”, he shouts up at me and I shout back a “yes”. Holding onto his head, making sure not to pull on his hair. But I can’t ignore the way it feels silkily smooth underneath my fingertips. I resist the urge to run my fingers through it and focus on the concert going on in front of me, joining in the refrain of ‘Dancing like Flames’.

And so the 'Pain Remains' Trilogy plays out with me on his shoulders experiencing the end of the concert with maybe the best seat in the house.

“Did you have fun?”, he asks as we leave the venue.

I’m doing double time on my steps to keep up with his long strides and the adrenaline from the concert still coursing through my veins turns my almost running into skipping along. “Yes, I did.”, I say smiling up at him.

A cold gust of wind blows through the street and a shiver runs down my spine which makes me slow down and cross my arms in front of my body.

“Wait, here, have my jacket.”, he says, slowing down as well, already putting the worn leather onto my shoulders.

I pull the piece of clothing tighter around me, getting enveloped in his scent while the smooth fabric of the inner lining skims against my skin. “Thanks.” We’re making our way to the car and he opens the door for me again, just like he did before.

“So, do you feel like you kept up with me today?”, I ask him then, a sly smile forming on my lips. He shoots me a look, an intense one, before he closes the car door. The look alone should have totally shut me up. But it doesn’t.

“So, how does it feel to still be out past your bedtime, old man?”, I continue as he climbs into the driver’s seat.

He doesn’t even look at me while he puts the seatbelt on and pushes the key into the ignition. “I’m glad you were more well behaved when we were at the concert.”, he says, a light gravel in his voice. A sound that does stuff to me. A sound that makes me brave and stupid.

"Do you know what a brat is?", I ask him and amusement paints my voice. I’m enjoying this way too much right now. Teasing him in person is so much better than over text.

He fully sideeyes me, pulling up one of his brows, then he turns his head to look at me. His gaze is heated, but I can see the restraint in it as well. He slowly tilts his head to the side and at the same pace the grin on my face falters, melting away. The hairs in my neck are starting to stand up and I have to suppress a shiver of excitement. From him just looking at me like I'm prey, someone to chase down, someone to devour.

"I'm familiar with the concept.", he says nonchalantly, leaning a bit towards me, when one of the corners of his mouth tips up. "Do you know what a brat tamer is?", he asks, smirking at me. And my brain short-circuits. My jaw drops, my chin is on the floor, figuratively speaking.

He laughs, short and darkly, as I'm still recovering from the sentence he just dropped. He straightens back up and fiddles with the ignition until the car starts.

"Sit up straight and put your seatbelt on for me, Liebes.", he says, his voice getting all authoritative. The tone makes my spine stiffen up and I do as he told me. He laughs again, seeing how I'm following his orders, when he shifts the car into gear. Without even looking at me, he drawls: "Good girl.", and I fold like a goddamn lawn chair. The little sigh dropping from my lips telling him (and me) exactly how this is making me feel.

He doesn't say anything, so I glance at him while he pulls onto the street. The smirk on his face is cocky and self-indulgent, his hair is still swept to one side and my god, the jawline with the scruff 5 o'clock shadow is doing stuff to me. The mental image forming in my head is so not safe for work.

Me splayed out on the bed, my front to the mattress. Him kneeling over me, his knees framing my ass as he's buried balls deep in my pussy. His strong hands have a tight grip on me, pushing me down into the soft sheets while he fucks me deep and slow, his hair whipping back and forth when his hips snap forward, his groin pressing up against the soft pillows of my ass repeatedly. Praise is falling from his lips, telling me that I'm his good girl, that I'm doing so well for him, that I feel so fucking good while his hand spanks my booty, alternating between my left and right cheek, reddening the skin with every slap.

His chuckle, the real König chuckling at me while driving, is pulling me from my dirty daydream and I can't help the blush forming on my cheeks. "Now where did you just drift off to?", he asks me.

"Nowhere.", I say, trying to deflect.

"Uh-huh.", he pulls up his brows, totally not believing me.

“Well, what did you expect when you told me-“ I lower my voice and mumble: “that you’re a brat tamer…” That pulls a laugh from him, a sound I’m already addicted to.

“You mean like when you told me that you’re a little brat?”, he throws back at me. “Two can play that game, Fräulein.”

I tilt my head to the side, but I can’t argue with that. “Touché.” I feel like we just dipped our toes into some unchartered territory that made everything a little bit more sexual than it already was, a little clearer where this is headed – probably sooner than later. Because even if we keep making jokes and bringing up our age difference (which I still think isn’t that bad), I can feel the pull of attraction towards him. And with the way he keeps looking at me, I’m sure he feels the same way.

We were flirty in our texts and we were touchy all evening. I remember the way my thighs hugged his neck when I sat on his shoulders. How his fingers dug into the pillowy flesh, holding me tight.

The way his arms closed around me, shielding me off from the people around us. Me shamelessly leaning into him, relishing the way his body feels against mine. How I felt safe at the concert with him as my personal bodyguard.

And every single thing heightened the feeling of need, of want, of desire that was already there when I saw him sitting at that table at the pub.

I try to hold off from squirming in my seat, having a hard time keeping my cool, especially when my eyes wander to him all the time while driving. How his knees almost graze the steering wheel, the way his knuckles strain when he grips it. His hair falling over the side of his face. The tattoos, the shirt he got hugging his biceps just the right way, just… every single detail.

I spend the ride home trying to keep my thoughts holy, but I can’t. His image and my imagination don’t seem to mix well.

He pulls up to my apartment complex, parking the car and turning the engine off, but he keeps the sound system running. He turns to me and the sentence I wanted to say gets stuck in my throat. I wanted to thank him for taking me to the concert, making me feel safe. Very obviously going out of his own comfort zone to accommodate me. Even when we still didn’t know each other for that long.

But the way he’s looking at me shuts me up before I can start talking. His gaze is intense, just like before and the effect is all the same. And I can’t tear my eyes from him, drinking him in.

“Don’t look at me like that.”, he says, not breaking eyecontact.

I bat my eyelashes at him, feigning nonchalance. “Like what?”

A little growl drops from his lips and the sound sends a wave of need between my legs. Like I even needed more of that. He leans a bit forward, inching closer and closer. “Like you want me to do something about this tension between us.”, he whispers, low and darkly.

“Maybe I do want that.”, I answer and he doesn’t need more encouragement than that.

His hands grab my face, his fingers tangle in my hair, and he presses his lips onto mine. His hold on me is soft, but the kiss is fiery. And for the first time I can really feel that he wants me as desperately as I want him.

I grab him, his t-shirt, pulling him against me. I can feel his broad chest under my fingertips, the warmth of his body, the hard muscles that I also was snuggled up against before. His leatherjacket falls from my shoulders and pools around my hips.

“Fuck.”, he grunts against my lips, letting one hand drop down to push the car seat back. He pulls me with him, onto his lap, my thighs spreading over it. His hand brushes down my back as his mouth finds mine once more to kiss me, feverish, demanding, needy. And I answer it with the same fervor, brushing my tongue against his, moaning as I taste him for the first time. The flavour of beer that we both drank cutting through his own scent.

He grabs my ass cheek, squeezing it through the fabric of my skirt and the touch is making me squirm in his lap, grinding onto him. I feel his hard length against me, straining against his jeans, my tights and panties not really being a barrier as I roll my hips, relishing the feeling of the fabric on my wetness. The feeling of his dick right underneath me.

“Do you wanna come upstairs?”, I breathe against his lips. I almost add that I don’t want to give my neighbors a show, but that seems to be a little on the nose.

He pulls my head back a bit, his eyes searching mine and I can see the unbridled lust in them. Other than that, it seems like he’s exercising restraint, stopping the movement of my hips on his lap. “If we do that, we’re gonna fuck.”, he states matter-of-factly.

His words colour my cheeks red. “I guess so.” is all I manage to say because the imagination alone is already making me hotter than I was before.

His gaze flits between my right and left eye, back and forth, like the answers are already pouring out of them. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asks softly.

I break eyecontact and nod because this whole interaction is making me shy all of a sudden. The brattiness is gone.

His hand that was still tangled in my hair strokes down the side of my face until his fingers grab my chin and turn it up, to make me look at him again. “Use your words, Liebes. Do you want me to fuck you?”, he rewords his question.

My breath halts in my throat and for a moment my mind goes completely blank. I just stare at him, swallowing down the nervousness I feel. “Yes.”, I answer him, my voice steadier than I would have expected.

He pulls up one of his eyebrows, looking at me like he’s expecting something more, the serious expression on his face turning heated and cocky.

“Please.”, I whisper which earns me a satisfied growl as he captures my lips again. The kiss is sloppier than the ones before, he bites my lower lip which sends a zap of pleasure right to my core and makes me moan against his lips some more.

He pulls back a little bit, his hot mouth pressing small pecks to my cheek and down to my neck, all while scooping me up and opening up the car door. He presses me flush against him as he gets out the car with me in his grasp, making sure I don’t bump my head on the car frame.

My arms wrap around his neck, my fingers digging into his shoulder, holding onto him, my thighs resting against his hips, while he locks the car and just uses one arm to steady me, like I weigh nothing. Well, to him I probably don’t.

Determination in his step, he approaches the building and I dig into my little bag with one hand to get the keys to my flat.

part 4

~ or More Stuff in the Masterlist ~

[madhatterbri]

No One Hurts My Girl | K.M.

Summary: Kol finds a way to push you to him.

Kol always knew how to blow off steam in New Orleans. He would just take a little trip to the University of New Orleans. He enjoyed the college life there. The parties and pretty young things were in abundance there. Life was carefree. Everyone in their early 20s just enjoying the taste of freedom by being wild. He never expected to cross paths with you.

Your friends dragged you out of your dorm to some local hang out spot. They insisted you needed a night out and you didn't have a choice. Loud music blasted from the speakers around the place. The smell of alcohol and weed made you squeamish. Once your friends left you alone, you decided to read a book in a corner.

The pages came to life in your mind. So much so that you didn't notice a brunette trying to talk to you. Your eyes looked up from the book. Mischievous dark brown eyes stared down at you. The horrible feeling of being bullied for being different sunk in your stomach.

He ended up being different. Kol, he introduced himself, spent the night with you talking about different authors. You never thought you would meet a guy that had the same interests as you. At the end of the party, you decided to give him your number.

The two of you kept in touch. He would visit you often. Long days at the library as he helped you study. Some days were spent in your room reading a book you two decided on. Things went pretty well until your abusive ex-boyfriend came back in the picture.

He promised things would be different and they were for a week. The old boyfriend came back worse than ever. Hurtful insults and manipulation plagued your life. He found out about Kol and made you stop replying to him.

One day Kol found you in the library. He could see the tears that caused the mascara to run down your face. You clung to a wad of tissue paper. His anger bubbled but he knew he had to be the caring friend.

"Darling?" He whispered once he sat across from you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Kol, please leave me alone," you answered. Fear ran down your spine. Your boyfriend had friends here. He was a star on the football team. Friends were in abudance for him. He made sure to tell you that just in case you wanted to step out of line.

"Was it something I did?" He pressed urgently. "I didn't mean to do any-"

Kol stopped once a book bag crashed on the table. You never looked up but knew your boyfriend was at the table.

"She doesn't want to talk to you," your boyfriend announced in the busy library. No one was going to tell him to keep quiet. He was free to speak anyway he wanted. "Pack it up,"

Kol stood up and took a good look at him. The vampire could kick his ass easily.

"Is that really what you want, y/n?" Kol asked you. Your heart broke. He was the only one that ever understood you. To say you had a tiny crush on him was an understatement. You nodded knowing that you may have just ended your friendship.

"See? Move along, buddy,"

"I'm sure we will see each other soon," Kol threatened before leaving.

Kol spent the next few days watching your boyfriend's every move. He finally knew when to strike.

After practice one night, he walked out on the field with a baseball bat. Your boyfriend was all alone working on his kicks for the big game coming up. Huge rivals were coming in and the game being played had a lot of stakes.

"I was hoping we would run into each other again," Kol announced while twirling the bat in his hand. A sinister smile on his face. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

"I don't swing that way, dude," he joked and focused on kicking the football once more.

"Funny, I was just working on my swing," Kol smirked and swung at your boyfriend's knee. He cursed loudly and dropped to the floor. His hands instantly grabbed for his injured knee. Kol dropped to his knees and placed the bat against his throat. Your boyfriend gasped for air. His face turning red instantly. He fought to get the bat off his own throat.

"You are going to break up with y/n. You are going to leave her alone. I see you within a few feet of her and your football career is over. Got it?" He threatened. Your boyfriend nodded.

A week passed after thar night. Kol hadn't heard from you and he was worried. He hoped he hadn't lost you forever. Feeling lucky, he went to your dorm.

You answered after the first few knocks.

"I know you don't want to see me, but I was worried about you,"

You broke down and buried your head in his shoulder. As a sobbing mess, you told him everything. Your boyfriend broke up with you. The feelings you had for him before your boyfriend came after and even now. You were afraid to contact him just in case you lost him. He rested his cheek against your head. His fingers rubbed your back softly.

"Don't worry. I have you forever," he promised. "No one hurts my girl,"

[grapejuicestyless]

Unforgettable

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: Y/n Y/l/n is a classic rockstar with a magnetic pull and a bad reputation with men to her name. Turns out Y/n might not be such a bad girl after all and the men she used might have not been the truth.

Pages bursted from every seam of her notebook, littered in scribbled lyrics of failed beginnings, one night stands and the most innocent poetry writings that reflected the opposite of the devilish woman behind the pencil marks.

Everything about her was shiny. Her glittery deep purplish blue eyeshadow and the highlight on the tip of her nose to the glistening sweat that dripped underneath her top.

She was messy, yet so detailed. Every hair out of place seemed to fit perfectly a top her head. The lazy smear of lipgloss and eyeshadow applied carelessly yet laying in such way that it almost looked intentional.

It was that careless attitude that was so magnetic about her. The rockstar exterior she possessed attracting the innocent into her wild web of her craft.

But, despite her rockstar complexion and her love life reputation, the girl had an undeniable talent that could not be ruined by the poor press that swirled her name.

So it could only be fitting to place the most standout woman there into the cleanest band reputation wise. It was humorous, when it was announced. Y/n Y/l/n, joining Harry Styles for his long awaited Love On Tour.

Harry, who had hand picked her from the bunch of bassists waiting to wow him, was immediately aware of her presence. Her look sharp and eye catching, but her talent even better. She had a skill for her craft that nobody else was even able to come close to achieving. It was almost destiny she had shown up, notebook stuffed full of sloppy writing and bass scratched from her frustration.

Truthfully, Y/n hadn’t really longed to be placed into the band. She didn’t exactly enjoy the bright pinks and pop music that blasted through the speakers. She had only gone to the audition because she had been itching to play. Having traveled the world with some of the biggest inspirations, and by herself on a successful world tour a couple years ago, Y/n found herself bored in her home for so long. She was just about ready to go out a preform to a room filled with angry elderly people who hated all loud noises. Anything to give her the thrill of being in front of the crowd again.

So, when she was emailed one August evening, detailing of an audition for a bassist to join a well known artist on stage, she pushed aside her unfamiliarity with the genre.

It wasn’t that Y/n disliked pop music, it just wasn’t her favorite. She’s spent most of her time closer to a soft rock sound, pulling from past inspirations and old sounds that could be reworked into her work. The glitz and glam of the fresh and new sounding pop music was only something she hadn’t really gotten into, explaining why she felt more nervous than glad she was selected.

Yet, her ability to adjust and charm her way through her lack of experience within the genre was enough to keep her going, placing her where she was now. Standing next Harry, under the intense lights of Madison Square in the middle of one of the hottest summers to date.

…

A year had passed, just about, since Y/n first stepped onto the stage, her bass slung around her neck with a tattered strap that was practically molded to her shoulders. She gave a good amount to the band, adding in bass lines that ascended the songs into a better form of themselves. Making sure not to overpower the other instruments, but to lift them up and amplify how they sounded collectively as a band.

“That was good, that sounded great actually!” I turned back, the side of my lip pressed into the surface of the microphone. My hands found their way around the cord, untangling it to gain some more movement around the stage.

“Why don’t we recollect, get some water and stretch out?” I shot a thumbs up to the sound guy, who had been playing around with some switches behind a small barricade farther back in the arena. After the go ahead was given, the lights dimmed to a soft glow on top of the stage and the heat seemed less intense.

“No way, that’s so cool! Where did you find that, I’ve been having so much trouble looking for a new bass recently.” Her voice was slightly raspy, deeper too, I noticed from the dryness that I assumed was itching at her throat.

I watched her toss her head back, lips wrapped around the plastic water bottle until it crinkled beneath her hands and was left with nothing more than a few stray drops of water pooling at the bottom.

Elin, who she had been conversing with enthusiastically, seemed to match her energy precisely, showing Y/n the same amount of excitement over the new piece of equipment. Eyes gleaming with interest and passion over the topic. It felt warming knowing that work felt less like an obligation but instead was a privilege.

A close knit family that brought a dopey smile to my face at only the thought of it. I listened to them and there insane energy inconspicuously, eyes avoidant of the women and instead settled on the ledge between Sarah’s drums and where the trumpet players would stand later that night where the nearest supply of water was.

From afar, underneath the sound in my head of my aggressive swallowing of water, it sounded like the pair were dispersing. The conversation ended with a faint laugh that dwindled out the longer the conversation ended.

It was a true laugh, sincere. Almost a belly laugh but just not quite there yet. The sound so familiar it was instantly pinned in my mind as Y/n’s.

The common misconception about Y/n was that she was shallow, unfeeling and unknowing of basic relationships and proper manners. The media had poorly labeled the innocent woman, her lyrics thought to be too provocative and explicit. Too in depth and detailed that gossip accounts were ready to start this false narrative about the most undeserving person of the hate.

Maybe it was her careless expressions after completing a hard bass line, or her rockstar style that made her such an easy target for the untrue opinions and thoughts. She had that old grungy thing about her that both made her desirable and criticized, yet she made it work.

Y/n was the sun, in my eyes. A bright, young woman with wisdom beyond her years and heart so full it was overflowing with empathy and sympathy. Her lyrics reflected her past experiences, like any other artist. Her failed relationships that left her in the darkness and her distantly timed hook ups to fill the cold loneliness beside her bed.

Truthfully, she was more like the rest of the industry than any gossiper could comprehend. Her writing abilities expressed so freely, so vulnerable that it caused that discomfort, that pit in the listeners stomach forming with each song she put on her albums. The real truth was that she wasn’t some shallow, sex driven girl who dated guys to write about how they did her wrong. She was a loving woman who loved everyone more than life and was overly naive. She dated trying to find someone who could understand her like she understood everyone else. She spoke what was on her mind completely true and unfiltered constantly. Not fearful of the backlash her opinions would bring. That’s what continues to draw me to her throughout our time together.

“Hey, Harry.” Her voice was sweet, laced with honey and dripping in sweetness. I barely noticed her touch on my shoulder until I looked down at her guitar string scarred hands and found myself smiling.

“What’s up, Angel? What’s going on?” I turned my back to her, head thrown over my shoulder to look back to her face while my hands worked on screwing on the cover to my water bottle.

“You know, the usual. Just wanted to tell you I thought that note change during Sign of the Times was beautiful. You should go for those higher notes more often, you hit them every time.” She was completely honest in her opinions, which is why I held her words dear to my heart.

Y/n had no issue telling me what she thought. She was rather quick to give pointers of what worked better and how to substitute those notes that were strained and uncomfortable. Yet, she did it with such a down to earth point of view. She remained humble, even if everyone here knew she had talents beyond all of ours. She acted like she was just as good as the rest of us, like we were equals.

“I know, it’s just hard with so many people around. Don’t want to fall flat and ruin it.” Shrugging, we walked together to the stairs at the edge of the stage.

“Don’t psych yourself out, Styles. You nail those notes all the time. Your range is unbelievably complex. You have that ability to hit the higher notes every time.” She placed her hand in mine, following me down the stairs cautiously as the last one was always less steep than the rest, causing mishaps occasionally.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” We nodded at each other, silently understanding that the conversation was ending but still taking each other in. It almost felt like something was pulling us closer, eyes growing heavier and smiles getting looser. Breathing sharper.

“I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” It was breathy, the way it came out of her mouth. Almost like it was something she hadn’t wanted to say but forced herself to.

I nodded, watching her eyes crinkle before she turned away briskly, quick to find her escape through the illuminated tunnel. For a moment I felt like a fly in a web that was her creation, stuck in place to just stare as she left.

…

The show was unworldly. An atmosphere so intense and the energy so insane the floor swayed beneath my feet. The shows were structured the same each night, yet each one felt like a completely new experience. It was how the fans danced together in a formation that they’d created during Treat People With Kindness and how they’d share different experiences drawn out on their cardboard signs. It was surreal, something I felt lucky enough to experience with some of my closest friends, my band.

It went by smoothly, as projected to. The lights and the transitions between each songs igniting an excitement beyond no other I had ever experienced. Sarah played the drums precisely, hitting every beat necessary as her husband, Mitch, created the familiar tunes that were the songs of the past few albums. Within in the music, Y/n stood perched just next to Pauli, continuing to support Mitch and Elin within her bass playing.

By the time Kiwi had reached its end, I caught myself looking back to catch a glance at Y/n. Telling myself it was only to get a short moment to observe her living in her passion. Really, deep down I knew it was something more, something that had always been there yet I hadn’t had the courage to admit until that out loud.

…

The dressing room was quiet, after the show. The post show blues, as I used to refer to it as. The ultimate high coming back down with the realization that it was all over.

I let myself peel the sweaty chevron shirt off of my body and kicking off my green Gucci shoes. I left on the mismatched bottoms while ruffling through the pile of clothes packed in my suitcase for a shirt and shorts.

“Hey, rockstar. Trying a new look?” My head raised, turning halfway to meet her eyes.

“Yeah, really going for that oiled up 2000’s boy next door idea.” We laughed, eyes closing at how stupid I must’ve looked to her. Finding it funny and slightly embarrassing as the rose tint spread like wildfire across my cheeks.

Soon, our laughs turned into silence, warm smiles reflecting off of our faces onto the others. It was comfortable, lip caught between her teeth and mine pulling at the skin of my bottom one.

“I heard what you did tonight. Proud of you. I told you, you could hit that note change. Honestly, sounded better out there than at soundcheck.” My heart fluttered.

“I could say the same about you. It’s like you gain more power with each show.”

“Stop it, you just might make me blush.” She stepped closer, merely a few inches left separating the two of us. Her breath tickling my skin, her hands clenched by her sides nervously.

Suddenly, she had lost all that confidence that told the world she could play anyone like a fiddle. Suddenly she lost that fog around the mirror that created the illusion of a rockstar super player who moved from one man to the next, without rhyme or reason. She became what we’d all learned of her. The girl who loved long and hard on the people close to her, and the girl who despite was she was destined by the media to have been, had only had a couple relationships past the one night stands that filled her notebook. She batted her eyes, and I held my breath.

“Y/n…” It was a whisper. A soft murmur beneath my breath, but I was sure she’d heard it.

I found myself slowly reaching for her hand, opening it on top of my palm and brushing my fingers gently over the creases that ran along them before letting it fall back to her side. My eyes lifted from where we touched back to her face. Only to allow myself to find contact again. I let my hand slip around her waist, pulling slowly until our bodies were pressed together. The only thing separating our lips was the small gap we’d placed between them.

“Harry..?” She seemed conflicted, unsure almost. Hesitant.

“Is this okay?” It came out shaky, the nerves reaching a point that could only be cured by her acceptance.

“I…I just…” She thought on it, “I don’t want you to believe everything about me. I don’t want to lose you when you realize I’m not who you think I am.” The confession sounded like it was almost painful to admit.

“Oh.” I blinked, “Y/n, angel, no. I would never think that.” Her eyes were avoidant, her body more tense than moments prior.

“Please, look at me.” I let my other hand raise under his chin, pointer finger hooking underneath her chin to raise her gaze to mine, “To me, you are everything. You understand me. You see things that nobody else sees. Y/n, you bring out the best in me. I would have never had the courage to push myself and change that note tonight if you hadn’t pushed me to do it. You have this honesty that makes everyone value your words and you have this power over me that continues to draw me to you. I can not explain it, but believe me when I say you are all I want.” Her eyes fogged with what I believed to be her taking in my sudden confession. Yet, with her realization at what I had just said, she still remained silent and I felt the instant regret growing harder in my heart.

I had been through enough rejections to build a home. Yet, the thought of her rejecting me hurt more than anything I could’ve put myself through.

“Shit..Im sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ My explanation was no use, her hands on my cheeks and her lipstick smearing across my lips in a red hue as her lips pressed hard into mine in a sudden burst of confidence.

My eyes shut quickly, settling into it, only for it to be taken away quicker than I had longed for. Eyes opened in a lustful haze. Yet it wasn’t sexual, but completely innocent and perfect in every sense.

“I love you.” The words slipped passed my lips before I could stop them. A smile growing in a lovesick fashion across her face as my confession Is held in for so long reached her ears.

“I love you too.” She returned the confession, leaning in again to press her lips harder into mine and a heavenly sigh escaping her throat.

It was passionate and loving in a way that I’d never experienced before. The shared feelings were strong, new, vulnerable. A new beginning that both of us secretly longed for.

How funny the public would find it if the news ever broke that their precious bad girl rockstar was actually a giant love bug and an angel on earth. How much of a shock it would be to those who tore her down for her fashion choices and her lack of precautions in the public eye.

She might not be who she was made out to be from the exterior, but the one thing the press had gotten right about the devilish woman who broke too many hearts and dished out too many fights she could handle.

She is unforgettable.

[topgun-imagines]

One Too Many

Requested: yes

Summary: A Christmas party at the O Club leaves you with many questions for your fiancé. One, however, catches him completely off guard.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Drinking. A very drunk reader.

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fém!reader

Loud music filled the bar as the aviators chatted loudly. The O Club was packed full of people all celebrating the holidays. Tonight, Top Gun was holding its annual Christmas party. While many of the people packed into the bar were aviators or Top Gun instructors, some civilians could be spotted in the crowd as well. There was an abundance of holiday lights strung up with occasional mistletoe littered throughout the bar. Something that Maverick had been caught under more than once.

You were standing with Iceman while he spoke with Wolfman and Hollywood. Tucked into his side, you only managed to catch parts of their conversation. When you moved to bring your glass up to your lips, you pouted slightly when you noticed it was empty. Standing on your tippy toes, your lips met the soft skin of your fiancé's cheek. “I’m gonna go get another drink.” Ice nodded and squeezed your hip softly, eyes flickering down to meet yours. He offered you a gentle smile as he kissed your forehead.

The bar had many bowls of spiked eggnog littered on the counter. There was always a bartened close by to make sure no one messed with anything. You stepped up to the counter, waiting patiently for your drink. You bobbed your head slightly, listening to the Christmas music as it blasted through the bar. Eventually, a bartender grabbed your cup from you and poured you another drink. You smiled at the young woman gratefully before moving to head back toward Ice.

His arm wound around you instinctively when you settled back into his side. Ice was still nursing an ice water. He had decided that he wouldn’t drink tonight, being the one that needed to get the pair of you home in one piece. The pilot was still engaged in a conversation with Hollywood and Wolfman. However, when you looked up you found the pair sharing a look before bidding you goodbye. You could have sworn you saw them head off toward the bathrooms.

A slower and softer song came over the bars speakers causing you to cheer happily. You were definitely drunk. Ice chuckled softly at your over eagerness. He grabbed your drink from you, setting it along with his on the table the aviators were sharing. You smiled widely up at him when he turned back to you. One of his arms wound around your back while his other hand joined yours. Your head rested on his shoulder as you began swaying to the soft music.

Some of the single aviators around you began to tease Ice. It was supposed to be a wild Christmas party. Those typically didn’t involve slow dancing in the middle of the bar. They were silenced by one of your fiancé’s icy glares. His cheek rested against the top of your head while he moved carefully.

Halfway through the song, however, the radio seems to cut out as someone tapped on a mic. Both yours and Ice’s eyes settled on his short wingman. He rolled his eyes only slightly annoyed. Of course he would interrupt your moment. Maverick began to sing a very off key rendition of some Christmas song. Many very drunk people began to sing along with him. It wasn’t uncommon to hear Mav singing his little heart out on the stage. When he wasn’t trying to woo some poor girl at the bar.

Ice grinned down at you softly. So what if your dancing was interrupted, this was supposed to be a night out with friends. Having Maverick interrupt was just the cherry on top. You began to sing along loudly, too tipsy to care about anyone but Ice. He watched you with a small smile on his face, glad that you were enjoying yourself. Your eyes met Tom’s as you grinned widely at him.

As the night continued more people hopped on the stage to take the mic. Even you and Slider were up there at one point. You came down from the stage full of giggles, leaning against Slider while he steered you back to Ice. Your arms wound around Ice’s shoulders while you buried your face in his neck. He could feel you yawn softly.

The thing was, when you got as drunk as you were now, you got giggly and then you got sleepy. Very quickly. Ice was supporting most of your weight while you leaned against him. Your eyes fluttered shut softly. The pilot's eyes drifted up to meet Slider’s. “I think we’re gonna call it a night,” Ice murmured. His hand stroked along your back gently. Slidre nodded, grinning softly at the pair of you. There was a warm, domestic look in his friend’s eye that he had never seen before; one that was there because of you. “Night Slider.” The RIO responded just as quietly. Slider patted your fiancé’s arm gently before moving over to join Maveirck, Goose, and Carole.

Ice led you to his truck. You stumbled slightly while walking, half asleep while leaning on the pilot. He opened the passenger door before helping you climb in. You did up your seatbelt before Ice closed your door, rounding the front of the truck before getting in. He started the truck and began pulling out of the parking lot. His hand settled on your thigh as he drove. Resting your head against the glass, you gazed at the Christmas lights that some people had strung up. There were even some on palm trees.

It was silent for a few more minutes before a question crossed your mind. “Hey Tom?” Your voice was soft. The only other noise in the truck was the soft crackling of the radio. He hummed quietly, thumb tracing patterns on your inner thigh. “Is Santa real?”

He chuckled quietly before he realized that you were completely serious. He cleared his throat with an amused yet bewildered expression. “What? No, of course not,” The pair of you sat in silence for a few more seconds before Ice spoke again. He heard you sniffle softly. “Baby, you’re 30.” Ice tried to keep the humor from his voice but ultimately failed. You only continued to sniffle. He sighed quietly. Regardless, there was a small fond smile on his face.

Pulling into the drive way, Ice quickly hopped out of the truck and made his way to you. When he opened the door he found tears welling in your eyes. You were so drunk. “It’s okay, baby,” He laughed quietly. The pilot pulled you ou of the truck and picked you up bridal style. “I think someone’s tired. Let’s get you to bed, huh?” The truck door slammed behind him as he carried you inside. It was going to be fun explaining this to you in the morning.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests are open.

[whispytrees]

Drunken Love ꨄ

Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

(warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, drunks, smut, nsfw, fingering, cursing, squirting)

(sypnosis: this is a university AU, where you go clubbing with your university friends and end up sleeping with one of them on accident! But that friend you slept with was no other then your schools number #1 heartthrob.)

It would be one of those wild nights, those nights where you and your friends get so stupid drunk you all start doing stupid shit, yeah. One of those. But this story doesn’t just consist of throwing up and dancing your heart out on the dance floor, it also consists of romance and love. Something you wouldn’t expect.

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It would be a Saturday evening as you were getting dressed for the club that you and your friends decided to go to, to celebrate you passing your finals. Your friend group consisted of four, yourself, Shoko, Suguru and one of the most popular boys in school, Satoru gojo. I mean what wasn’t there to like about him? He was attractive, rich and quite strong. So he was bound to bring some sort of attraction, or at the very least catch someone’s eye. But to you, he was no more then a little kid begging for some sort of attention which honestly just pissed you off.

But back to the original point, you were getting dressed to go clubbing with a few of your university friends, wearing a red sleek dress that brought out your curves beautifully. You couldn’t help but admire yourself in your large mirror as your twirled around, watching how your dress twirled around you. You then took out your phone and snapped a picture of yourself, immediately sending it to Shoko to ask for her opinion.

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙩

Y/n: So…what are we thinking…💕

Shoko: Oh wow! Your definitely going to steal someone’s attention with that thing

Y/n: awwww you think so? 🙏

Shoko: lmfaoooo for sure

Shoko: definitely a head turner

Y/n: Tysm ❤️

Shoko: your so welcome I’ll see your pretty ass at the club

Y/n: Of course you will. 😉

You smile at your phone for a second or two as you reread your conversation with shoko. You then put down your phone on your vanity and started working on your makeup and hair, putting on some mascara and eyeliner and even some eyeshadow while you let your hair hang over your shoulder. “Hm…I don’t look too bad.” You looked gorgeous, you couldn’t help but feel confident in yourself while staring back at your mirror.

You check your phone once more as you notice the time, it was time to head out as you took your keys and put on your black heels and left your apartment, locking the door behind you.

Before you knew it you were already at the club, it was a rather large one and it looked expensive and rich. You roll your eyes and sigh, looking inside your wallet to the singular 50 bill you have. “Damn you Satoru.” You grit your teeth as you spoke under your breath. He was the one who recommended this club after all, who’s idea was it to trust him?

“You seem rather emotional.” Suddenly you hear a voice behind you, one’s that’s rather deep and familiar. You turn around to see Suguru as your face lit up immediately. You ran up to him and called out his name as he put his hand onto your shoulder comfortingly while chuckling under his breath. “What’s got you so worked up? We haven’t even gone into the club and yet your already saying that bastards name like you want to rip him to shreds.”

“Oh it’s nothing, just a reminder on how broke I am.” You rolled your eyes and he chuckled once more, wrapping his muscular arm around your shoulders while walking you up the club steps.

“Just relax! This is a celebration for you y/n, don’t let that bastard get to you. Now cmon.” You nod in a small smile before you both finally entered the club as a rush of adrenaline ran through your body. Your eyes widened from the view of flashing lights and the loud music that was blasting from the speakers. Not to mention how big and fancy the club was on its own, if you knew about this place before, you wouldn’t hesitate coming here every Friday night.

“Oh wow..” you say with a lengthy gasp while still gazing over the fascinating club lights as your jaw started dropping a bit from all the fine men and women dancing and walking all and about the club floor. Suguru couldn’t help but gaze at your reaction and chuckle some more before you two soon noticed two other familiar figures, one with sunglasses and bright white locks and the other with a bob and brown beautiful hair, they both held glasses in their hands while chatting and vibing to the music.

You and Suguru walked over to them as you held a pleasant smile on your face. Before you even got there you noticed some individuals eyeing and pressed close to Satoru as you just rolled your eyes again. This isn’t new for any of you but for some reason this always gives you a aching feeling in your heart, but you try not to let this get to you. “Hey~” You spoke as you waved your hand. Immediately Satoru’s and Shokos attention landed on you and surguru as you all greet each other.

“There’s the eye candy!” Shoko grinned with the cigarette in her mouth as she hugged you and you obviously hug back.

“Oh please, you flatter me!” You giggled a bit as she pulled away from her hug. “You don’t look to bad yourself shoko!” She smiled back at you as you both chattered to yourselfs like you didn’t notice Satoru’s presence and crystal blue eyes GLARING at you and your body. But of course you try to pay it no mind.

After a little while you all decide to go to the dance floor to release some energy, you throw your hands up while shaking your hips to the music and Shoko does the same. While the boys on the other hand seem to be no where in sight. Just to find out that Suguru and Satoru were dragged off by some girls so they could personally dance with them. You scoff in annoyance as the ache in your heart only grew, watching Satoru’s smile grow as he watched some girls ass shake on him which only made you frown, but you quickly slap your face when you caught yourself feeling these stupid feelings. ‘What are you thinking Y/n?!’.

Shoko look at you in concern as she held your hand. “Are you okay? Maybe you should get a drink-“ She then put her arm around your shoulders and lead you to the bar while sitting next to you. You ordered a strong cocktail as shoko raised a eyebrow. “Are you sure you can take that?” She questioned.

“Mhm. I have a pretty strong tolerance.” You spoke as you made yourself smile and continued to watch the bartender make your drink.

“The drink I was referring too before was water but okay.” She shrugged and chuckled as she ordered a drink of her own. “Just…be careful m’kay?”

“Of course! I can handle my alcohol.” You rolled your eyes with a teasing smile and the bartender eventually handed you your drink, you took the glass within your hand and took a sip, closing one of your eyes and biting your lip from the bitter taste. If only you could take back what you said.

After a few drinks you were already getting tipsy and drowsy. And shoko watched you slowly start to drift off into another world and giggle at every thing she said. She couldn’t help but sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose as she watched you become a drunkie. But soon her phone started to ring as she could feel it vibrate in her pocket, she told you she has to exit the club for a few minutes to take a call, leaving you all alone at a bar with only you and the bartender, plus some other people on the opposite side of the bar. “Maannn this sucks.” You spoke with a pout.

“What sucks?” You quickly turn your head to look behind you as you noticed a familiar white haired individual, and that same shit faced grin he has plastered on his handsome, gorgeous lookin face. The one and only Satoru Gojo.

“Oh. It’s you. Nothing really…just bored…” you turned back around and sighed. Gliding your finger against the rim of the cocktail glass, making your finger spin in circles as you hiccup. Leaning your cheek against the fist of your other hand.

Satoru chuckled as he sat down beside you, taking Shokos seat and noticing her unfinished glass. “You…bored…? What could be so boring? We are at a club after all.” He scoffed teasingly and looked back at you. “Isn’t shoko supposed to be with you? Where is she?”

You sigh once more and gazed back at him, noticing his gorgeous sharp jawline and how his eyes sparked underneath the colorful flashing lights, but you couldn’t help but look away and back at your glass again. “She’s out taking a call…” hiccup “I think..” You rubbed your eyes and smiled drunkingly. “What about you…shouldn’t you be with those….nice…lookin’ girlzzz..” You asked him while slurring your words, Satoru couldn’t help but laugh at your drunken state.

“Well, you don’t mind me staying here until she comes back, do you? Someone has to entertain you after all..since your soooooo bored.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes teasingly again and you just giggled at his antics, something you wouldn’t do normally. “But nah, they were fun and all, but you do get tired after a while…I left Suguru to take care of ‘em.” You turn your head back and notice Surguru getting trampled on by a bunch of women as you just turn back to Satoru in concern.

“Are you sure he’s going to be…okay…? He looks…troubled…” You asked Satoru in concern, as he just shrugged carelessly.

“Nah, he’ll be fine. You look more troubled then him.” He said as he quickly leaned into your face, you both just inches away from each other as you couldn’t help but flush up from how close he is, before quickly leaning back and away from him to make space in between you two. “Just kidding!” He giggled and leaned back himself, observing your flushed state as a bigger smirk grew on his face. “Don’t take it personally sweetheart.” He took shoko’s cup and chugged it, cringing from the bitter taste. “Yeesh…who drinks this stuff..” You giggle from his reaction to the bitter drink and he just looks over to you again, his eyes dazzling on how cute you look when you giggle before quickly turning his head to look back down at shokos cocktail glass, trying to comprehend what he just felt in his throbbing heart.

“Hehe…your funny…but shoko…is gonna be sooo mad..” You snort a bit as you ordered another drink, barely handing your past 3. Satoru looked back at you in a chuckle and ordered his own.

“Are you sure you can take another drink, I don’t want you to pass out on me….but on the other hand…I could always take you home~” he winked as you playfully hit him, giving him a little angry pout. Which he honestly found adorable.

“I’m…im not drunk…just..a little bit woozy…” You said while leaning your head onto his shoulder and hiccuping once more, a giddy and flashy smile appeared on your face as you turn your head up to look at him as he just stared back down on you dazed and flabbergasted. Before you knew it he quickly turned his head away and brought his fist to his face and giving it a little cough, if you didn’t know better you’d think he was just didn’t want to cough in on you, but you could notice the faint color of pink on his cheeks which just made you giggle even more.

You couldn’t help but tease him a little, this is a rare sight of him being flustered after all. You nod and rub your head against his arm, before taking it and wrapping it around your waist as he just looked back at you in even more shock and even more blush. Perfect. “What? Is something wrong…” You said pouting your lips a bit, your best act at trying to look all sweet and innocent but to you demise it seemed like it was working.

Quickly he snapped out of his daze and cleared his throat. “Ahem-hah-what? I mean…If you wanted to be held you could’ve just said that..” He spoke in a awkward tone which only made you giggle even more. “But-no..nothings wrong.”

“Well…then you don’t mind this do you…?” Oh lord, you don’t know when you ever found this confidence but the alcohol was definitely doing something to you. Satoru shook his head as his usual smirk came back from the shadows, but the blush he had on his cheeks was still tinted.

“Well..I don’t mind at all.” He chuckled as gripped you waist harder and pulling you in closer, making you gasp in surprise but neither did you mind. “I’d actually prefer this.” He did he now? Well two can play this game. You gently brought up your hands from your thighs and placed them on his clothed chest, looking up at him with your most dazzling eyes and pouted pink glossed lips.

“W-well…I don’t mind too..” Something has really come over you to do something vial like this. Especially with a friend that has most of the school crushing on him. He stared back into your beautiful glittery eyes and smiled, inching closer to your face with that same bashful smile that always made your stomach flutter, which you obviously tried to ignore. You could smell his cologne and feel the way his hand wraps around you waist like it was made for it. ‘Gosh why were you thinking this way y/n?!’

But before you knew it you felt his lips on yours, your eyes widen from the sudden feeling, they were soft and smooth just like you expected. It was a gentle kiss though, you could feel him slowly turn his head to deepen the kiss as you close your eyes accepting him coming closer towards you. This was honestly the last thing you thought would happen to you tonight yet here you are. But after a few more seconds you both pull away, the faint tint of red on both of y’all’s cheeks as you stare into each others eyes and unable to pull away. You were going through a trance state, still trying to process all that happened to you tonight.

Suddenly he kissed you again, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in as you can feel the breath from his nose blow onto your cupids bow. He tasted like alcohol but so did you, but somehow there was also a minty fresh feeling to his kiss which only made it better. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his neck, gliding your hand up and down as the kiss quickly became more passionate. Your head was spinning, quickly waiting to wake up from this dream state that you were having.

You felt his tongue slip and glide over you bottom lip as you let him enter your mouth, you started to moan into the kiss as he just pulled you closer onto his lap. You lost every care in the world as he held you in his arms, feeling safe and comforted as you just continued to lean into the kiss. Slowly, you felt his lips drag down onto your jaw and lower onto your neck, making your back arch as you felt him kiss your neck so gently but at the same time with so much passion.

“Is this what you wanted..?” He spoke gently as you felt his hot breath glide against your neck. You quickly nod your head as he continued kissing and sucking your neck, slowly leaving red marks across your neck. His hand slowly started to move again, putting his hand under your thighs so you could straddle him.

“Could we…,take this somewhere private..?” You hiccup and place your hand on his shoulders as he looked up at you again, pecking your neck on more time before getting up and putting you on your feet, placing a $100 dollar bill on the counter, grabbing your hand and dragging you off towards the exit.

“I’ll text Shoko that your with me later.” He dragged you towards his car and sat you in on the passenger seat and got in the drivers seat beside you, immediately pressing the gas as he drived you both off to his dorm. Fortunately the university was only about 20 minutes away as you both quickly got there and he unlocked his dorm while dragging you in and immediately pinning you to his kitchen counter. Starting to bite and kiss your neck like it was nothing.

You gasp a bit and close your eyes, feeling like your heart was going to bump out of your chest, you slowly wrap your arms around his back and pull him in closer, moving your head to the side so he has more room to kiss you. The more time passed the more hotter it became, your breaths were rigid as he started unzipping the back of your red dress and slipping off your sleeves. “Did you purposely wear this dress to catch my attention or what?” He smirked and and took off the top of your dress as it hanged on your waist, leaving you in your matching red bra. “Oh fuck.”

He immediately dived in and started sucking and kissing on your cleavage making you throw your head back in a moan, slipping your bra sleeves off your arms and unclipping the back of your bra to finally take it off and free your breasts, he paused and looked down for a second, a grin appearing on his face as he cupped one of your breasts and continued sucking and kissing your cleavage, slowly trailing down to your breasts, which only made you gasp for air.

He quickly took off his shirt and suit while throwing it on the floor, you’ve seen him bare before but for some reason this just felt so much more attractive. He quickly picked you up and you quickly wrapped your thighs around his waist. He brought you to his bed, and you landed on your back as he got on top of you. You both huffing and puffing from how hot the air is between you two. “don’t even know…how long I waited for his day.” He whispered under his breath while taking a strand of your hair in his palm and kissing it, you look up at him in surprise as he just stared back at you with those same crystal blue eyes as before, the same ones who makes your heart and stomach flutter.

“Me too…I’ve been waiting as well..” You gently place your hand on his cheek as he nuzzled into it, this felt heart warming. Like it’s something you’ve been missing your entire life and now it’s in the palm of your hands, but before you could get used to the feeling you felt hands creep up to the waistline of your dress that was hanging on your hips get pulled down, taking your underwear with it which left you completely bare and perfect from him to see.

His kisses started to go further down as he rested his hands against your waist, making you squirm the farther down he went but it honestly just riled him up even more. Once he was close enough to your pussy he took his finger and glided it up and down your slit making you release a tiny moan which he seemed to enjoy. “Look at you, already so wet for me?” He chuckled some more and continued to rub his finger up and down your slit, enjoying your reactions to the pleasure he was producing for you.

He spread your legs as you gasped. “I-I..” You place the back of your wrist onto your lips and close your eyes, your head was spinning, it was all too real but you were quickly brought back to life as you felt a finger enter you, which made you immediately flutter your eyes open and arch your back in another moan. He started pumping his finger in and out of you, watching as you squirm under his touch.

“Your so beautiful.” He smirked and placed his thumb over your clit and rubbing it in circles as he placed his elbow on the bed and leaned his head onto his fist. Like he was watching his very own movie live. It was making you bashful as you tried to suppress your moans in embarrassment but he quickly took off your wrist and held it in his free hand. “Oh nononono…I wanna hear you sweetheart.” You squirmed another moan and he just chuckled at your reaction, adding another finger to your hole which only made your mouth agape and toes curl.

“I’m just getting you ready for the real fun sweetheart.” He looked back down on your pussy, watching you spasm and clench around his fingers. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you which almost made you cum right then and there and he could tell. “Are you about to cum..?” He asked seductivly in which you violently shake your head and let out a little ‘yes’. He suddenly takes out his fingers, Leaving you with a empty feeling inside. “Don’t.” You look down in confusion and notice him starting to unbuckle his pants, taking them off leaving him in his boxers where a large budge could be seen. “Like what you see princess?”

You gulp and lay your head back, preparing yourself mentally for what your about to go thorough, it’s too late to back out now but it’s not like you would. You could hear him chuckle under his breath as he finally took off his boxers and lined his tip to your pussy, rubbing it in between your folds making your clench around nothing and letting out a little whine of your own. On the other hand he was letting your juices rub around his dick as he pumped it a few times, using it as lube. He groaned and let out a little ‘fuck’, making your heart flutter even more. He finally lined up his tip towards your hole and sighed, you gripped the sheets as you felt him started to enter you, the sheer size of him was breathtaking but it felt so good.

You let out a few more moans the farther he pushed inside you, he was stretching you out and splitting you open. You could feel tears starting to form at the edge of your eyes as he finally bottomed out, making your back arch a bit in the way you can feel his tip hit your cervix. He bit his bottom lip and let out a lengthily gasp, putting his hands on either side of your head as he just stared at your face once again. “Shit-augh fuck..your so tight.” You close your eyes and squirm once more, clenching around him so tightly as he can barely move.

“Shit you want me that badly?” He looked down and started to move again, making you let out a desperate whine which only encouraged him further. He continued his slow pace as he slowly moved his hands under your thighs, creeping them up under your knees so he can put you in a missionary position. His pace started to quicken and your moans just started to grow louder, the sounds of slaps and moans filled the air as the bed started to rock from the sheer pace of you both.

“Yes! Yes! Right there!” You moaned some more as his tip continued to runt against that certain G-spot that made you roll your eyes back and see stars. He grunted out a few curses and threw his head back, greatly smiling as he got carried away from the pleasure. The way you tightly clenched around him and the way he rutted against you, literally splitting you in half got you both moaning and whining. And even after a few minutes he can feel his climax start to come, but you were not far behind him. “‘M…’m close…” you said gripping his hair and he just continued his fast working pace.

“Yeah? Fuck, me too.” He tossed your legs over his shoulders and grabbed your waist, starting to quicken his pace as he was starting to chase his own orgasm. You both were so close and so sensitive which only made you scream louder. “Just like that…” The fact that the neighbors could hear or not didn’t matter anymore, or at least to you as you finally cummed all over his dick and pelvis, as he was not far behind, immediately pulling out and cumming on your stomach as you were both left there panting. He laid next to you and immediately hugged you into a cuddle which you didn’t mind reciprocating.

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders as he pushed you into his chest for a hug, you hum in enjoyment while he just chuckled and rubbed your back, getting a little too close to your ass. “That was….that was…”

“That was amazing.” You look up at him in surprise as he finished your sentence. “Y/n, I’ve been thinking about you for fucking months. You’ve been stuck on my brain and anything I do always ends up with me thinking about you.” Your eyes just widen the more he confesses to you, how could you be so oblivious? All the times he was flirting with you was real? He planted his palm on your cheek and kissed your lips in which you kissed him back and just gave him a gentle smile.

“Satoru…I’ve been….thinking about you too…so god damn much.” He smiled and brushed some hair out of your face, giving your cheek a peck as he quickly started pecking the rest of your face, getting a laugh out of you as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him lightly kiss all around. But suddenly you felt his hand start to grope your ass, and him leaning into your ear.

“What? You didn’t think it was over did you?” Your eyes widen when you looked back at him with his iconic smirk plastered on his face. You hitched your breath, that night was going to be a long one as he quickly got on top of you again and got into position.

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Before you knew it, it was already the next morning. You hissed at the feeling as you felt light shining into your closed lidded eyes, but you couldn’t help but flutter them open and rub them after your awakening, you yawn and stretch as you observe your surroundings, a desk, a chair, a bed, a window, Satoru. “SATORU?!” You yell out as you sat up in surprise, cupping your forehead as you felt a massive hangover hit you like a ton of bricks. he groans and opens his eyes, looking up at you lazily while yawning himself.

“Whaaaat…?” You look at him in disbelief and you rub your aching forehead.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!” You said looking around again in a panicked state, as he just chuckled from your reaction.

“You mean my bed? You don’t remember anything from last night do you?” He moves to his side to watch you, leaning his head onto his palm with that same exact smirk. You notice his gaze as you look down to your bare chest, letting out a squeal as you quickly took the covers and covered yourself.

“NO?! I’m not even going to ask what happened last night…” you said in absolute shock, rubbing your forehead as you tried to process what is going on.

“Well…it was hot to say the least-“ you quickly cup his mouth with your hand as he was about to explain the night you both had, basically cutting him off.

“Not another word.” He desperately nods as you quickly hear a notification sound from both your phones, you steal the blanket you both were sharing to cover your naked body and looked over the bed to see your phone laying on the floor with the pile of clothes, you pick it up and see one message from the group chat. You open it up and read the message with disbelief.

Suguru: So? How did the night go? 😏

Well shit.

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[tiny-brain]

bro im not familiar enough with your oc lore please pick one of your ocs and start infodumping

Micheal used to be more on the feral side before he met me. Living in the wild with a bunch of other bats, struggling to fit in or find food. I found him injured by a dumpster, and while he could speak, he mostly just hissed at me at first. I brought him home and got him cleaned up, but he still refused to talk to me at first. It wasn't until he ran away and accidentally found his way into a heavy metal concert that he started to act more civilized. I don't know what band was playing, but it awoke something in him, that's for sure. He made his skull sweatshirt and beanie himself, and even stole some black eyeliner from my sister in order to get his signature look. While he claims to be a vampire, he's actually just part fruit bat, though he still prefers to only eat red-colored fruit cause it looks like blood to him (cherries are his favorite). He kept constantly asking me to use my phone to his metal music, but I got so tired of it, and it kept screwing up my playlists, so I just got him an old MP3 player and a pair of headphones he uses as speakers. He sometimes complains they aren't loud enough, though, so he'll try to get away with plugging his music into an actual, big speaker... and blasting it at full volume. How the little guy can stand it with his tiny ears, I can't fathom. I can't even stand it myself.

[iheartmyspotify]

The Redfields are sleeping over [Resident Evil Contemporary AU]

Claire Redfield x Chris Redfield x GN reader HEADCANONS

A/N: there are NO sexual or romantic themes. Enjoy the good time and have fun reading this! The link to the spotify playlist is on the title.

TW: reader and Chris are the same age (19) and both are nic addicts. Slight mentions of alcohol and cigarettes usage, along with swearing from time to time. If ur not comfortable, feel free to skip the paras that mention this. Btw y'all live in Raccoon City and the outbreak had never happened.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

⛧ your parents are on a business trip this weekend and allowed Chris and Claire to sleepover as much as they want

⛧ you guys had planned this moment for weeks already

⛧ ''No sleeping bags allowed and NOBODY sleeps on the floor. My bed is big enough for all of us!''

⛧ even if Claire is six years younger than you, her presence doesn't bother you at all. she's actually like a little sister to you and spending the weekend together has never sounded this good!

⛧ using the money you all put up together, Chris went out the night before and bought the snacks. he also managed to sneak in a few beer cans, a whole 34oz bottle of vodka and some other stuff that if Claire finds out about, she'll tell her parents and her big brother is going to be in some big big shit

⛧ the night starts straight wild. The neighbours come by from time to time, but after the third visit you decided to just ingore the loud pounds on the door.

⛧ Chris comes closers to you and whispers ''I had to suck some good dick to get these without and ID.'', then passes you a pack of Dunhill Blues. His words made you laugh your lungs out.

⛧ Just Dance, Mortal Kombat and Karaoke made your whole night

⛧ your and Chris' special song is Telephone by Lady Gaga. No one else is allowed to sing it. He sings Beyoncé's part and you Gaga's

⛧ the music y'all chose is such a vibe i swear

⛧ Chris made the playlist and you sent the songs

⛧ he's a sucker for oldies, especially Modern Talking and y2k europop

⛧ Jill comes over after you told her to and she spent the friday night with you all

⛧ while smoking on the balcony, trying do hide from Claire, she finds you and Chris outside and threatens her big bro she'll tell mom if he won't let her do his makeup

⛧ you locked the doors, Jill cuffs his hand and feet with some scarfs and Claire makes the magic happen

⛧ he's so slay istg😻 claire took the photo and sent it to their family group chat

⛧ Claire gets bored first and goes to sleep around 3AM the second night

⛧ you and Chris insert the big ass speakers from the living room into the bedroom and blast machinegun sounds to wake her up. She stars crying on the spot

⛧ y'all get hungry and try cooking some fancy meal, but you ended up almost burning the kitchen

⛧ around 5AM the deep thoughts start to kick in, so you go out and things get serious. No laughs, no jokes, just sentimental moments that bond your friendship even more

⛧ ''So? Did you guys had fun this weekend?'' your parents ask.

''Eh, it was alright."

⛧ whatever happened those nights it's in the past and it should never be brought up, especially near your parents.

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ㅤIdk about you, but I had so much fun writing this. I always imagine how nice life would be if I had a sleepover from time to time with the Redfields. Also, they've been through so much pain that i hope that in a paralel universe they get to party and relax all of the time.

ㅤI hope you enjoyed it and please don't hesitate to request me anything you want. I love recieving ideas.

xoxo

[alexkomnerdkru]

FNLSG FIC UPDATE: CHAPTER 2 HAS BEEN POSTED Falling Never Looked So Good by alexkomnerdkru My mind is seriously blown by the love and support for this fic just in its first chapter. In fact, I was so excited that as a thank you, I wrote the second chapter and released it over a week early.

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEXA! Thanks again so much everyone for all the love! Enjoy! ❤ - Alex

[Chapter 2 - Preview]

Keeping the lights off, Lexa pads to the kitchen, careful not to wake the mass of wild dirty-blonde hair and sprawling limbs spread akimbo on her couch. A very loud, very inebriated Anya came stumbling in around 3 am, effectively scaring the hell out of Lexa, barely getting one shoe off before grabbing whatever blankets were within arms reach and promptly passing out. 

She makes herself a cup of coffee as silently as possible and leans against the counter, looking into the living room with an amused grin. Anya snores lightly; mouth hung open with drool dribbling down her chin and pooling in the bend of her elbow.  Unable to resist, Lexa snaps a picture before she begins scrolling through her phone. She hits play when she finds what she is looking for, sighing contentedly into her mug as the sound of Jacques Offenbach’s The Gallop Infernal blasts through every smart speaker in the house.  

“WHAT THE FU–” Anya yelps, cut off abruptly when she flails off the couch and hits the floor with an oomph . She pops up from her tangle of blankets like a deranged gopher, immediately regretting the sudden movement. She collapses back on the floor and presses both hands to her ears. “What fresh hell is this,” she groans. Not daring to open her eyes, she fumbles a hand across the couch above her until she finds a pillow and slams it over her head. 

Anya actually mewls in relief when Lexa finally takes pity on her and turns off the music. “Good morning, sunshine,” she sing-songs. “Have fun with Raven last night?”

Anya spares just enough of what precious energy she has to give her the finger. “What time is it?” she grumbles. “Six.”

“Kill me.”

“I’d be more than happy to give you the warrior's death you deserve. Coffee first?”

Lexa barely holds in her laughter as Anya just nods into the carpet.

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[indigomarina]

Hazbin OC x Canon Week Day 6 - Time Periods (SwanSong)

For @hazbinocxcanon

Sylvia is from this for those that what to see more of her (warning, this fic is..a lot)

Sometime during the 1970s

Flashback to Adam and Sylvia's living room. Sylvia is sitting down, reading, when Adam barges in, holding two tickets, grinning excitedly. "Babe, babe, babe, guess what?" Adam said. "What?" Sylvia asked. "I scored us tickets to the hottest rock show in Heaven!" Adam said pridefully.

Sylvia's smile faltered. "Oh. Um, I don't know, Adam. Isn't rock music kind of…you know, sinful? All that screaming and devil worship?" She crossed herself, looking conflicted. Adam bit back a laugh. "Not all rock is like that, I promise. This band puts on an amazing live show. I think you might really enjoy it if you give it a chance." Sylvia wavered, torn between her preconceived notions and her desire to make Adam happy. "Well…I suppose one concert couldn't hurt. And if it's important to you, of course I'll go."

Adam's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of her. Gone were her usual conservative blouses and sensible skirt. Instead, Sylvia wore tight leather pants that clung to her curves, paired with a low-cut band tee that showcased her ample cleavage. Her hair was teased up into a wild mane, eyes rimmed in smoky kohl. "I did some research on what to wear," Sylvia explained, doing a little spin. "Wanted to look the part, you know?" Adam swallowed hard, trying to get his brain back online. "You look…wow. Just wow." Sylvia grinned, pleased by his reaction. "You don't look so bad yourself, bello." She playfully snapped the suspenders of his ripped jeans. The drive to the venue was filled with excited chatter as Adam told Sylvia all about the band. She nodded along, trying to keep an open mind. But as they entered the dimly lit club, the opening chords of a screeching guitar riff blasting from the speakers, Sylvia felt a flicker of trepidation. The crowd around them was a sea of black clothing and spiked accessories, the air thick with the scent of sweat and beer. Adam, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing on the balls of his feet as the band took the stage. He pulled Sylvia into the throng of bodies, making sure to keep a protective arm around her waist. Sylvia flinches at first, clinging to Adam's arm. "It's so loud! And everyone looks so… wild!" Sylvia shouted over the music. "That's the point, angel! Just let yourself go and enjoy it!" Adam responded, grinning. Sylvia was overwhelmed by the wall of sound, the guttural screams of the lead singer setting her teeth on edge. But as she watched Adam losing himself in the music, his face transported with joy, she felt her resistance beginning to crumble. Tentatively, she started moving to the frenzied beat, letting the driving bass and crashing drums flow through her. Soon, she was jumping and headbanging right alongside Adam, screaming the lyrics she'd secretly memorized in preparation. By the mid-point of the show, she's full-on dancing, her hair flying as she headbangs. "This is amazing! I feel so alive!" Sylvia screamed happily. Adam chuckled, dancing with her, "That's my girl! Let's rock, baby!" The concert ends in a flurry of pyrotechnics and cheering. As they exit the venue, Sylvia is flushed and giddy, her eyes shining. "Adam, that was incredible! I can't believe I ever thought rock music was bad. It's so… freeing!" Sylvia said. Adam put an arm around her. "I knew you'd come around, babe. You're a natural-born rocker." he said. Sylvia giggled, "I guess I am! Thank you for bringing me, darling. I feel like I understand you a little better now." she said. "Anytime, angel tits. Anytime." Adam said, kissing her cheek. They walk off into the night, Sylvia's head resting on Adam's shoulder, the echoes of the music still ringing in their ears - a shared experience that brought them closer, and opened Sylvia's mind to new possibilities.

[resident-gay-bitch]

steve pulled up at the red light, madonna humming softly through his car speakers as he tapped along to the beat on the wheel. he heard an echo from outside, his windows were down, the day was warm and the breeze was cool. beside him, pulled up a van, inside was a guy, banging his head like a maniac to the obscenely loud metal music blasting from his speakers. steve groaned, he was about to wind the window up and block out the deafening sound until the song ended, changed. the guy stopped moving, hands relaxing on the wheel, shaking out his wild hair so it sat right around his face. steve recognised the song that had begun to play, but it wasn’t clear, madonna was messing up the signal and the guy was fixing his bangs in the side mirror and looking like a dream with a sparkle in his eyes.

steve tensed at the same time as the guy did, both of them locking eyes. steve expected the guy to turn red under steve’s intense gaze, get flustered for getting caught trying to fix up his hair and moving around so much in his van. but he didn’t. the guy sat up straight and smirked, started singing along to the song to steve.

“… walk right up to her and say, ah-ha-ha, it’s a game he likes to play…” hang on! was this guy… this guy who was just blasting metal, dressed in black and leather and denim, chunky silver rings decorating his calloused hands, with long messy hair and a beat up old van that smelled a little too strongly of pot… singing abba? singing abba to steve at a red light? apparently so, “look into his angel eyes, one look and your hypnotised!”

the guy could not sing, but it didn’t look like he was actually trying. he was just grinning and gesturing towards steve, pressing his hands to his chest and shaking his head. putting on a show, looking ruggish and scary and… completely adorable, singing along to abba at a red light.

“he’ll take your heart and you must pay the price…” the guy drew a heart in the air and pushed it towards steve, putting on a pout and continuing to sing, “look into his angel eyes.”

the light went green, and before steve could register, the guy was off. foot slammed down on the accelerator, and off into the afternoon. it took another car behind him honking their horn for steve to start driving again.

he couldn’t get scary abba guy with the sparkly eyes out of his head his entire shift.

*

A/N: sorry, but i headcannon eddie as a dude with a weird, broad music taste. he’s very picky with his song chooses, but he’d listen to good pop and musical soundtracks, singing and dancing along. his playlists/mixtapes would be manic. they would jump from metallica, to abba, to motörhead, to motley crüe, to the rocky horror soundtrack, to sabbath, to dolly parton and you cannot convince me otherwise.

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @nightmaretist, @realmackross TIMING: Inge's Birthday SUMMARY: Mack just happens to have a shift at Dance Macabre the night Inge (one of her zombie snacks) is celebrating her birthday. Lets just say the interaction isn't the best. :/ WARNINGS: alcohol tw, surgery tw (very brief mention)

It felt like it had been a lifetime since Mackenzie had worked a shift at Dance Macabre, but it was nice being back. She didn’t even mind hearing the overly loud emo music being screamed at her through the speakers. But tonight made it even more special. There had been a birthday celebration going on. Those were, strangely, her favorite nights. Seeing people celebrating growing another year older had given her a way to live vicariously through them as she knew she would be stuck in the slowly decaying body of a 23 year old for the rest of her life.

“I hear you’re having a birthday tonight? This drink is on the house. What can I get for you to start the celebration off right?” She leaned over the counter practically yelling at the woman in front of her. The music had always made this job challenging, but that was okay. It gave her a chance to meet new people and, after the way things had been going in her personal life, a reason to feel connected. But little did Mackenzie know, the person she was “connecting” with had been one of the people she had almost made into a snack during her Serpent Flat Days.

— 

She’d donned her best and worn her brightest red lipstick-smile tonight. There was no pretense about her euphoria — Inge thought her unchanging state of being was something to celebrate, as was another year she’d survived in spite of. Though this year had come with new scars and nemeses, it had mostly served her well. So she was ecstatic, growing steadily more intoxicated as her bill at Dance Mabacre grew higher and higher. She, too, contributed to this high prize, practically skipping over to the bar to order another drink.

But as the bartender addressed her, that gleeful look disappeared from her face. Inge stared long and hard at the face under the gloomy lights and then reached forward, snatching the other’s shirt. “You,” she bristled, “You —” The scar on her arm was ugly and dented and here the other was, playing a bartender as if she hadn’t been some feral creature. “You bit me.” What was she going to do? She hadn’t the slightest, but she knew she was angry, that she had been angry at this unresolved situation and the dent on her arm. “And not in a fun way.”

—

Mackenzie’s night had been going great. All the bullshit outside of her bartending job had faded for the evening, and she was actually enjoying herself. That is, until she felt the woman in front of her reach across the bart and latch on tightly to her shirt and pull the zombie forward. Mackenzie listened as she spit venom, and then it came racing towards her faster than she could process it…Her wild week through town, the one she had somehow manage to put behind her for the briefest of moments, because of how stagnant the search for answers had became, returned to bite her in the ass and in the most unforgiving way.

“I…” She didn’t know what to say. Mackenzie was stuck. Stuck behind a bar at her job with someone she attempted to unknowingly eat threatening her. Luckily for her, the blasting music and drunk patrons gave her some protection from anyone there knowing her secret, and if worse came to worse, Mack could try and blame it on the alcohol, at least for the time being until she could properly discuss this matter with the woman who was supposed to be celebrating her birthday. But first she had to get out of her death grip, “Um, so why don’t we just take this outside…We can discuss it there in private…” She was calm in her manner not wanting to further worsen the situation.

—

There was a rule in this place. No supernatural on supernatural violence. But Inge figured the other had broken that rule first when she’d set her teeth into her flesh and ripped part off it. Not when she’d had to go to the hospital – the hospital! – to find an inexperienced (but effective) vampire nurse to stitch her up. She had half a mind to pull harder, to dig her other hand in the other’s blonde hair and grab tight, slam her into the bar. But she refrained, perhaps the other’s calmness making her reconsider. She also didn’t want to be kicked out from one of her favorite places in town on her birthday.

She huffed (a purely dramatic thing, as she didn’t need to breathe) and squinted at the other, letting go and stretching her fingers dramatically as she let it return to her. She didn’t feel like beating around the bush of her anger. She didn’t like to do that on most days, especially when she found her anger particularly justified, but today? Today was her day. She was sinking money into this fine establishment. She didn’t need to be sweet about her rage. “Fine. Lead the way. Don’t repeat the shit you pulled last time I saw you near an alley, though.” Inge pushed herself away from the bar, waiting for the blonde to abandon her station and move. She clicked her heeled boots after her, grabbing a half-finished drink from the bar and downing it. 

—

When Mackenzie felt the release, she quickly backed up away from the woman rubbing her throat. She couldn’t figure out what she had done to this person, but whatever it was, it was enough to make the young zombie nervous, until she heard the words that confirmed they had actually met. They did actually know each other. And then it struck her…This woman was someone Mack had attacked after touching the Flats. No wonder she had wanted to slam Mackenzie into the bar, and if she had it would have been well warranted.

Eyes dropping to the floor, ashamed to look up, she leaned over to her co-worker, “I gotta take a quick break. I’ll be back soon.” Biting at her bottom lip, she refused to look at the woman as she slipped out from behind the bar and made her way towards the back exit. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea heading outback with someone as angry as the birthday girl was, but it wasn’t as if Mackenzie could just make it up with free drinks.

As she stepped out into the alley, she made sure to keep space from the other woman. Mackenzie still struggled to make eye contact and stammered as she tried to prepare the best apology she could muster in the shortest amount of time she was being given, never expecting to just run into one of her victims like this or to be recognized so easily; despite having met Emilio months ago, who threatened to make her life a living hell if she “stepped” out of line again.

—

Inge couldn’t feed from the undead. There was no true sleep for them any more and so no dreams — she couldn’t put them to sleep with a touch the way she could with mortals, couldn’t enter their subconscious dreamscape and nose around in there, rearrange the furniture of their minds. It was a kind of equalizer, wasn’t it? It was supposed to be an equalizer among all undead, she found, this mutual inability to use one another for nutrition. To still their endless, immortal hungers.

And yet, here was this zombie, who had sunk her teeth into her shoulder and chewed, who had devoured her non-blood and non-flesh and done damage. No clear motive. Maybe if there had been motive, if this woman was just raging against her limitations and didn’t care much for the unspoken rules Inge had made up, then she could have respected it. But it had felt aimless. Now, too, she remained silent. Led her to an alley and didn’t say a thing.

She glowered at her, eyes shining red in the lack of light of the alley. “Are you mute?” She wanted to rattle her. What was this, this stammering? This stumbling? Where was that conviction she’d had that night? Inge pulled up her sleeve to the top of her shoulder, showing off the dent in her upper arm. A piece missing. Ugly, jagged. She’d marred her. Made her wonky. And yes, sure, there was something beautiful about that horrifying scar, and though imperfection could be approached with an artistic eye and made perfect all the same, she was vain. “Explain yourself. Explain this. I don’t care if you feed off the humans of this town, but this?” Her red eyes should be an indication. “You shouldn’t be in there.” Head tilted to Dance Macabre. “If you’re someone who hurts our kind.”

—

Mackenzie didn’t have words at the moment. Instead, she listened as the woman in front of her berated and belittled her as she had every right to do. And then an absolute wave of guilt washed further over her. She had bit this woman. Had potentially infected her with the zombie virus, but the closer she looked, the more she realized that her eyes were different. They weren’t milky much like she assumed hers looked considering how poor her eyesight got when she started to zomb out, and without thinking, she stepped in closer, “Your eyes…they’re not like mine. You’re not...a zombie then?”

Mack realized that she had moved in towards the woman and quickly found herself stepping backwards, almost tripping in the process, “Sorry. I-I just assumed that…” She had really thought about if there had been any other zombies walking around in Wicked’s Rest because of her. She had always tried to be careful by keeping her nails short and keeping a distance from people when she could. But as the angered woman continued to speak, Mackenzie became even more perplexed. The only other time she had witnessed someone with red eyes was…Mateo. Mare. She was a mare. That had explained a lot and also calmed her fears about having created another unlucky undead soul to roam the Earth.

“Look, I wasn’t myself when that happened. You probably won’t believe me, but I’ll tell you anyway, because you deserve an answer. My friend, Chai, took me to a place called the Serpent Flats, and I touched them thinking it was just some stupid rock. It did a lot more, and when I attacked you, I didn’t realize I was doing it. I’m so fucking sorry, okay? And I don’t want to hurt…anyone, if I don’t have to. It just happened.” Just like Emilio and Parker, defending the living, now Mackenzie was being told she didn’t deserve to be around the undead. At this rate and the trend that was starting to form, she almost wanted to find a cave to live in, so she’d never have to risk being around anyone ever again, but if the rumors she had heard were true…didn’t Cass live in a cave? It didn’t seem like there was really anywhere left for Mack to go.

—

Inge let out a laugh,though it wasn’t at all humorous. No part of her was amused. “No! I’m not a zombie! God, imagine if I—” She shook her head. She’d hate to be a zombie, so uninspired and gorey and lacking in creativity. In media they were portrayed as bumbling fools and in real life they just did what? Eat brains? At least mares worked with creativity, at least nightmares didn’t get old. If she had to be any other kind of undead, she’d pick vampire, but she was glad she was what she was. Proud, even. “Fuck. No.” 

She continued to glower at the zombie, eyes narrowed in red slits. She thought it some kind of unspoken agreement among the undead, that there was no room for feeding off one another. She couldn’t even try — her sleepy touch had no impact on her undead brethren and none of them slept, so there was no way to break into their mind. But zombies, those furious and violent creatures, they could still feed on the undead with their sheer force. Even if it didn’t bring them any nutrition. 

And though the zombie had an explanation at the ready and was quick to blame one of the many supernatural phenomena in town, Inge remained dissatisfied. “What am I gonna do with sorry? Look at my arm,” she said, pushing it forward again. “Gorge on all the human brains you want, I don’t give half a damn, but —” She bristled, exhaling a useless breath. It wasn’t easy, to be met with remorse. With someone who’d been out of control. Who couldn’t help what she’d done. If she continued to rage against the blonde it would be pointless and even cruel (though that had never really stopped Inge), but if she just accepted the apology then it would be too easy. “Just don’t let it happen again. I don’t feed off you, you don’t feed off me. Easy.”

—

The woman’s response to Mack about not being a zombie had been hurtful. She had already felt like the scum of the Earth, and this had just further confirmed it. Coming from a business where what people thought of you either projected or stalled your career had left a mark on Mackenzie’s psyche, and with all the rejection she had been feeling since all of this had happened was making it harder and harder to want to keep moving forward with her undead life.

“I…I know a really good plastic surgeon, but he’s in California…” It was the first thing that had come to mind, and Mackenzie almost immediately regretted saying it. “But I swear…it won’t happen again. Okay? I-I don’t want any of this to ever happen again to anybody. I’m never going towards those rocks again. And drinks, they’re on the house tonight. My treat.” Everyone liked free alcohol at a club right? It would probably take her check and then some, but bartending was a side hustle anyways. And she at least wanted to be right with someone in this town after everything that had happened.

—

It was her birthday, she was supposed to be enjoying herself and instead she was standing across from someone who was suggesting a plastic surgeon as if that would solve the issue. “Yeah,” she snapped, “Yeah, I’ll just ring up a surgeon who can cut me open and see I don’t even have regular blood ‘cause that will totally not make them freak out.” She almost laughed again. Someone needed to build an undead hospital at this point. 

Inge considered the free alcohol, then waved it away, “No, I’ll pay my own tab. Just keep your brain eating limited to the actual living and I won’t care one bit.” She cared a little. She adjusted her sleeve, covering up her scar. “I’m going back to my party.” She was resolute. She’d told the zombie what she’d done, what she thought of it and she’d gotten an attempt at an apology. Now she wanted to get back to the people she liked being around. “Have a great rest of your shift.” And with that she stepped away, stalking off back into the bar where the sound of music and chatter enveloped her once again.

[khaire-traveler]

I walk in to the darkened club, neon lights illuminating the path forward. Nymphs and satyrs alike crowd the room as music blasts through loud speakers. Drinks are raised, and every person - who is able to stand - is dancing clumsily to the songs.

As I walk forward, the neon lit path begins to curve and twist. I maneuver my way through the people who've stumbled onto the walkway. If only this walk was shorter... I wanted to meet the esteemed Man of the Hour already. My Impatience was overcoming me.

I stopped a few feet away from where His throne should be. It was overcrowded, various people blocking my view of it entirely.

The music then drops a heavy beat, one that I can feel vibrate in my chest, and a swelling chaotic orchestra of instruments blares out from the speakers. I feel a slight anxiety rise in my throat as the crowd around me begins to fly into a crazed frenzy, matching the discord in the song. Wine glasses were thrown around the room, screaming matches broke out, and not a single soul in the club contained an ounce of sanity within them but me.

Uncomfortably, I take a few steps back, but a small group of people behind me, all laughing and cackling, push me gently forward, closer to the crowd around His throne. The crowd that had previously blocked my view of Him disperses as the people behind me push me toward Him.

As He came into view, the music immediately calmed, and everyone in the club began dancing as they were before, almost as if I had imagined the wild frenzy that just occurred. I held my breath.

There He lay on His side, resting on a luxurious sofa rimmed with gold-stained wood. Atop His head, His signature crown of ivy; in His hair, full vines of grapes. His bright green eyes glinted in the neon light, and mischief was laced into His smile. The sound of His laugh bellowed over the music, and with Him, the crowd around Him cackled.

"Welcome to the party," He raised His wine glass toward me, "It's about time you arrived."

[madaboutmunson]

Hell Raiser - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Links to the song Eddie is singing if you wish to listen along 🙂

Spotify 

YouTube Music

YouTube Video (put your shades on to watch this. It’s Glam Rock)

Apple Music

Deezer

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

LOOK OUUUUUUT!

As Steve rushed into the tent, he felt like he charged headlong into an invisible wall, something stopping him in his tracks. He put his hands out in the dimly red-lit room to apologise to whoever or whatever he had bumped into, but his hand met air. 

He stood there confused for a second or two. Robin, that's why I'm back in here, and he tried to step forward again. This time it felt like he was being pulled back, he turned around to swat at the culprit, but there was no one. The crowd in the tent started surging towards the stage, and Steve attempted to fight his way through to get to Robin, who he could just make out the light from her light-up bracelet. She'd brought them matching ones earlier. Steve's head became full of the music blasting out of the speakers. He swore it wasn't this loud earlier. The floor vibrated so intensely that he felt it travelling up his legs. 

Mama let me out on a Saturday night, she said now

Go out and get her go and hold her tight

Steve's head snapped towards the stage. On it was a wiry-looking guy. Long dark shaggy hair, dressed in that layered rocker-type style that Steve didn't necessarily understand, but at that moment, he appreciated, for the first time, that maybe some people could pull it off and make it look good. He wondered if that guy was the source of the screaming. Steve shakes his head. Robin. Find Robin. Make sure she's ok, just in case.

The crowd surged again, but this time, Steve, despite his height and strength, got swept up by them. For a moment, his feet were no longer touching the floor, and they unceremoniously dumped him on his ass on the ground. Steve leapt to his feet and tried to fight his way back, but the crowd didn't budge. It was like they were one organism or something. They pushed him back no matter what gap he spotted to try and squeeze through.

I said now Mama, you don't understand

Every time I touch her hand

Steve heard being sung out right behind him, and he spun around and locked eyes with the wild man on stage, who currently had his hand outstretched directly in front of Steve's face making him go a little cross-eyed. 

Big dark eyes bore into his own.

Steve no longer wanted to find Robin. He didn't want to move. No, that was wrong. He couldn't move, his feet felt like they'd taken root into the floor, and Steve couldn't take his eyes off the lively performance on stage.

It's like I'm burning in the fires of hell

And if I hold her too long

You never can tell what will happen to me

I wouldn't want you to see

The guy leant back, almost like he'd bent himself in half, as he screamed another "Look out!" And Steve's dazzled brain put the pieces together. It was him. Everything's fine. I'm fine. Robin's fine, he told himself over and over. He felt unusual. All his insides felt out of place. His outside felt no less weird like a fuzziness or static was building around him. He checked and quickly pushed back his sleeve to see that, indeed, the hairs on his arms were standing on end. He felt jostled but realised no one was touching him. He looked down at his body, and unbelievably, he was dancing.

She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer

Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer

Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah

Look out!

The man on stage banged his head like Steve had seen on some of those live concert videos (when he'd been checking the tapes at the store) as he sang with everything he's got. The pulsing vein crawling up the side of his neck got highlighted when he threw his head back, and the lights hit it just right, and Steve reached for his own and found a thin film of perspiration. He supposed it was warm in here, surrounded by all these people who were still engrossed in the performer who didn't leave an inch of the stage unused. Occasionally air guitaring where there were no words to sing, thrusting his hips and beckoning the crowd closer, drawing them in. And it worked. He called for them. Lured them in. They moved closer as he curled his fingers at them. To Steve, they seemed to dance in unison, like how seaweed moves underwater. He wondered if they would all flop to the ground when the song was over like the water plant when their version of the tide disappeared.

The artiste stood on the very edge of the stage right above him, towering over him like a titan, and he outstretched his upturned hand above their heads like he was holding some invisible power source.

Hell Raiser

His hand raised a little more towards the tent canopy above.

Hell Raiser

Higher, his hand raised whilst he Intensely stared at the floor and then at the crowd like he was summoning something. Steve wondered if, like the lyrics said, he was indeed trying to raise hell itself. That perhaps should have worried Steve more than it did, but despite knowing they could be in danger, for the first time in years, Steve didn't give a damn.

Hell Raiser

He raised his tense hand higher again, but this time something peeled Steve’s eyes away. The smoke on stage that had been like a thin rug covering was now almost a foot thick and spilling out over the crowd, like a rolling fog that disappeared as soon as it was too far away from the man on stage. Like it was an extension of himself.

Hell Raiser

His hand was above his head now. His voice was louder and more urgent. The lights seemed to pulse in and out like they were breathing fast and hard. Steve felt the electricity saturate the air.

Hell Raiserrrrr!!

The singer screamed out as he punched his now-clenched fist to the floor beneath him and dropped to his knees directly in front of Steve. Simultaneously, a white-hot bolt of lightning struck the stage.

For the second time, their eyes locked, they looked ablaze, and Steve's brain wiped. Everything slowed down for a second like there was no one else in the whole place apart from one another, and Steve felt nervous with the man's eyes gorging on all the secrets of his soul. He gulped, and the spell broke. The singer sprung to his feet from his knees in a jump and took off again around the stage for the remainder of the song. Steve gasped for a breath. He didn't realise he was holding and wondered if anyone saw them, but no one was looking at him, thankfully. He looked to the canvas roof to avoid looking at the singer again, and it appeared to be undulating, like something was creeping between the fabric layers, scuttling along, maybe. Then Steve felt that pull again. His eyes were drawn to the stage, and he noticed how underneath the platform appeared to glow a vibrant red. Pulsating.

Steve didn't know much about stage lighting or effects, but he couldn't seem to marry up this dusty old tent with the technologies that appeared to be at play but were nowhere to be seen. Then as the song ended, the singer threw the mic to the ground with fury, a scowl on his face a million miles away from the expressions he was just performing for the crowd with, and stomped into the darkness. Steve feels a jolt, almost like he'd been stuck to the ground with magnets and they had just been switched off, and he's finally free to move again.

He decided to check in on Robin, but when he finally pushed through the crowd and glanced over, he could see she was still very much entranced by the woman next to her. Steve smiled and decided it was time to head home. Maybe, stop worrying so much, Robin could take care of herself. He spun his car keys around his fingers and started walking towards the parking lot. 

Steve wondered who the singer was. He looked familiar, but Hawkins wasn't that big. He must have seen him in passing before. Maybe he was in a band or something. Perhaps he was a really famous artist in town for the night and decided to grace this tiny local carnival with a performance he usually saved for sold-out stadiums. That quirks the corner of Steve's mouth up. 

Ridiculous. He shook his head. 

But just to be sure, he'd ask Robin tomorrow if she knew who he was, and then he'd be sure to get front-row tickets at his next show. 

Steve stopped walking and frowned. Was he a fan? Was this what Robin always talked about, how music makes her feel…moved? Steve liked music. He liked it to fill the background so there were no true silences. He liked it for dancing at parties because it was something fun to do, and sometimes he'd sing along to ones he heard often. Learning the words by osmosis or something. But Steve had never felt that magical thing that made people look a certain way in the eyes when they described their favourite song. Well, not until tonight, at least. When he thinks of the song, his insides flip, and it's not entirely unpleasant, but it is strange.

He finally got to the car and shut the door. He paused again, confused by his own actions. Wasn't he hoping to find a love match tonight? Surely he needed to go back to the tent and wait it out, but something had told him to get in his car. He laughed, shook his head at the absurdity of all of this, and put his hand on the door handle to open it again but received a static shock. 

"Fucking, Ow! Jesus!" He exclaimed to no one as he rubbed his hand.

Something is urging him home. Steve remembered other times his gut reactions had been right, at the Byers' house, in the tunnels, in the underground base. So he put the keys in the ignition and followed his intuition.

Nothing struck him as a sign as he slowly crawled the car out of the carnival, making sure not to miss a single detail, nothing jumped out at him, as anything weirder than the tent itself, but everything was telling him not to go back there. Like he was being pulled by invisible puppet strings. Another thing that hadn't jumped out at him was this supposed love match. This may be the point where Robin and Steve's twinned path would finally split. He’d be more jealous, but it was Robin, and he just smiled fondly out at the dark road in front of him.

Something glinted in the darkness in the trees to his right, and just in time, Steve slammed on the brakes, and as he got thrust back into his chair by his seatbelt, something struck the car. He thought he had hit something for a second, but as the shock faded from him, he saw two fists pounding on the hood. Then, as they moved back into darkness, the person they were attached to comes into view via the car’s headlights.

The guy that had been singing on stage.

Steve quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

“Hey! HEY! Are you ok, man?” Steve called out to him, but he’s already stomped away, grumbling to himself. Steve jogged after him and put his hand out to pull him back, “Dude, Are you ok? I almost hit you with my car! Look, you're hand is bleeding. Do you need a ride?” “Get your fucking hands off me, man!” The singer shoved him away roughly, but Steve could see plainly he was shaking and looked like he had been crying, “I’m fine! Don’t need you. Don't need anyone.”

Steve almost laughed. “You’re obviously not ok. It's not a problem. I can take you back to the carnival, or home or just to somewhere that isn’t these creepy fucking woods.” Steve looked around, and they did seem horror-movie-level creepy, “Come on. It’s not safe out here on your own.”

The man rounded on him, “I’m not getting in a random man’s car in the middle of a road in the dark. Do you think I’m an idiot? I’ve read all about freaks like you, man. I’m not like you, OK?! No matter what fucking Donna says!” he turned and trudged into the tree line.

“Wait, Wait. You know Donna? I know her too. Is she your friend? I can take you to her. She’s…er…friends with my friend.” Steve was determined for this not to go down this way. The man stopped in his tracks, turned on his heel, rolled up his sleeves and started walking back toward Steve.

“Oh, you've been having a nice little chit-chat with our mutual friend Donna, have you?” He seethed angrily through his teeth as he brought his fists up. Steve immediately put his hands up in a submissive gesture. He wanted to help this guy but didn't want another head injury to add to his list for the sake of it.

“Look, forget Donna, ok, I just….” Steve locked eyes with him again. In the moonlight, he could see his eyes were swollen, his body was tensed, and he was shaking with anger. He looked a million miles from the man on stage, “You know what, never mind. I’m sorry. I just thought…”

“Well, you thought wrong, asshole! So go find your next target someplace else, huh creep?” He barked back at him before he could even try to explain. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes for a second and walked away. It was all crazy. The whole night. This guy. Steve didn't need this shit. He offered him help. He didn't want it. He’d be fine. Steve dropped back into the driver's seat, started up the car again, and began driving home. Fuck this.

Steve must have gotten not even five minutes down the road when the churning started in his stomach. This was so stupid. He sighed and turned the car around. If the guy didn't want his help, Steve could at least go and tell the cops at the carnival that he was wandering around the woods on his own. He’d lie, tell them it looked suspicious, and they’d haul him in.

As the headlights of the BMW straighten up on the road, something stops in the middle of it. It looked like it might be a deer or something. Steve beeped the horn to get it to move along, but it seemed preoccupied with sniffing the air. So he tried again, and this time it did move to the tree line, and Steve slowly drove past as to not frighten it any more than he already had, but as he went to take a glance at the majestic creature in the night, his stomach plummeted, as it raised its head to the sky and its face split open emitting a noise that Steve had hoped to never hear again and went galloping into the trees.

Steve bootlegger's turned his car in the road and raced off into the trees after it.