#deep blue but you painted me golden vibes

[justmystyles]

Can you make Harry paint me like one of his French girls? 🥵

Ooh La La

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.2k

summary: after a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

warnings: a couple of curse words, and nudity.

a/n: love love love this ask! ngl, there have been a couple of pictures and videos where i've genuinely seen a resemblance to titanic Leo, and middle school me came out of hiding to thank me for my stedfast taste in men.

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“I just brought the whole bottle this time, so we don’t have to keep pausing it.” Harry announced as he returned to the living room. He handed you the glass of wine he had refilled for you while placing the rest of the bottle on the table beside him. 

“Okay, but you didn’t have to pause it. You’ve seen this movie how many times?” You tease as he takes a seat on the couch, pulling your legs back into his lap. 

Harry gasps dramatically, bringing his hand to his chest. “It’s Titanic you don’t just walk away from Titanic!” 

You roll your eyes, taking a sip from your glass as you resume the movie. Harry had a few days off, so you were enjoying the time locked away from the world, watching movies, drinking wine and enjoying each other’s company. 

As the movie continued, Harry was absentmindedly rubbing your calves, eyes focused on the television. You suddenly noticed something causing your gaze to move back and forth between the screen and Harry’s face multiple times.

He finally noticed, turning his attention to you with a curious expression. “You alright?” 

“Yeah,” you smirked. “I just, with your hair like that you kind of give off like these Leo, Jack Dawson vibes.”

Harry arched a brow at you. “Oh really?” You giggled and nodded your head. “Is this your way of asking me to paint you like one of my French girls?” You shrug coyly and bat your eyelashes. “I’d be down.” 

“Yeah?” You ask. This wasn’t actually where you expected this conversation to go, you were just making an observation. But now that he’s brought it up, the idea kind of excites you.

“Yeah,” he responded with a cocky smirk. “But you have to ask the right way.” 

You let out a bark of laughter, but his face doesn’t falter and you can tell that he means it. You take another sip of wine before placing the glass on the end table next to you. You pull your feet out of Harry’s lap and tuck them underneath you, crawling closer to Harry, just shy of meeting nose to nose. 

“Harry,” you say in a breathy whisper. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.” 

A low growl emerges from the back of his throat before he pulls you in for a deep kiss, resting his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place. When he finally lets you go, you pull away to see him smiling. “Go get ready and meet me back here.” 

You saunter out of the room, putting an extra sway in your hips knowing that Harry was watching. You hurry into the bedroom, where you undress and place your robe on, tying it in front of you. 

When you return, you find Harry placing a chair in front of the couch. You lean against the doorframe and clear your throat. He looks up and takes you in from head to toe, he looks you in the eyes and gives you a lopsided grin. 

“Madame,” he steps up to you. He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips to brush a kiss across your knuckles. He then leads you to the couch. 

You play with the tie of your robe, suddenly feeling bashful. You’re not sure why, it’s not like Harry had never seen you naked before. He was just usually also naked, there wasn’t any balance in this scenario. “Is this weird? This is kind of weird, right?” You look up at Harry with some uncertainty in your eyes. 

“We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable, love.” He places a hand on your back, stroking in soft circles. 

“No no no, I want to. Sorry.” You move to the other end of the couch where your wine glass lies, throwing your head back and finishing the contents. 

Harry chuckles at the display. “Did that help?” The laughter dies as you untie the robe and let it fall to the floor. His eyes roam every inch of your body. You feel a nervous thrill run through you. “Wow,” he gasped. 

Your nose crinkles as a blush fills your cheeks. “So… uh, where do you want me?” 

He continues to stare for a moment before your words register in his mind. “Oh, um, just right there on the couch.” He points to the couch, picking up the pad placed on his chair and taking a seat. 

You shift around for a few moments trying to find a position that is comfortable, but also as flattering as possible. “Is this alright?” You ask once you’ve finally found a position you think will work. 

“Fucking perfect,” Harry says, his voice just above a whisper. 

You smile softly and watch on as he observes you for another moment. You clear your throat as a reminder of what the whole point of this was. He blinks a couple of times, smiling sheepishly before taking pen to paper and beginning to draw. 

As Harry continued his masterpiece, you watched on. He seemed to actually be taking this seriously. You giggled when you saw his tongue poke out of the side of his mouth in concentration. When he heard that, he looked up with a furrowed brow. Your eyes went wide, and you mouthed an apology to him. He narrowed his eyes jokingly before getting back to work. 

After a while, Harry slips his pen behind his ear. “Finished. Come take a look.” You stand from the couch and reach for your robe. “Ah ah ah,” Harry stops you. “Stay like that and come over here.” He pats his hand against his thigh.

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and comply, stepping closer and sitting in his lap. His arm immediately comes around your waist, and he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Alright Picasso, let’s see what you’ve got.” You lean into his chest as he flips the pad showing you his drawing. 

You look it over, quickly rolling your lips between your teeth to stop you from laughing. He really did try, you didn’t want to make him feel bad. 

“Well? What do you think?” He asks. 

“I can see that you put a lot of effort into it,” you say, trying to stay positive. 

“But?” He asks, knowing what you’re doing. 

You let out a loud breath. “But it’s really good that you’ve got that whole singing thing to fall back on.” When he laughs at your comment, you can’t help but join in. “I will say, it is good to finally find something you’re bad at.”

His eyes went wide in faux shock. “I mean I know it’s not amazing, but I didn’t think it was bad!” 

“Bull shit,” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his lips. You try to pull away, but he follows your mouth, kissing you even deeper. When you finally separate to catch your breath, you bring your hand do the collar of his shirt. “How about we even the score?” 

“Why? Are you going to draw me now?” He asked with an arched brow. 

“I’ll do whatever you want as long as it gets you out of these clothes.” 

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[tigerjisunz]

binded lotus (preview)

art, beauty, death and forbidden love.

SUMMARY: y/n, a passionate young 20 year old artist who is hired by the sim family to paint their portraits. the most prestigious family who comes from old money. jake finds himself obsessing over her. the family does does not see y/n to be in favor for jake or his future. the forbidden love between them leaves jake and y/n alone together.

WARNINGS FOR THE BOOK OVERALL: sex, drug usage, mentions of physical abuse, manipulative jay, small love triangle, murder, suicide

a/n: this book is loosely inspired by the beautiful movie, saltburn, starring berry kehogan and jacob elordi. please do not copy, translate or reuse this story for your own page.

w/k: 2.5k

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your eyes graze over the beautiful flowers planted into the ground, the vines growing over the walls in twisted patterns, and the beautiful deep blue sky while it waited for the moon to fall dusk on it. walking onto the estate, your heart pumped faster, not knowing what to expect from this palace.

this palace is a place from storybooks, hundreds of rooms, and amazing victorian architecture. it's the kind of place you could explore for days and not be able to see everything. you were staring at it in awe as the sunset beat on your face. its the early 2000s, intricate architecture is dead now, this place comes from old money.

the sims, they ruled over the region of south korea. now they are working on annexing switzerland. which is where you are now. they were a powerful family that was known for extending their territories across the globe. you were shitting bricks to even be in this family's presence.

the family's chauffeur walked alongside you, and helped you carry your baggage to where you will be staying in their house. you had many suitcases. they were carrying all of your clothes, oil paints, and supplies.

you walked the paved concrete with beautiful designs, taking in every detail, seeing how the sun hits the ground, how the shadows linger in between the cracks.

knock knock knock

the chauffeur used the door knocker, the knocks are heavy and prolonged.  the man who opened the door for your was what seemed to be a butler. the chauffeur left the bags in the foyer of the house. the butler had a small smile on his face and welcomed you to the estate.

"welcome to this estate ms. y/n." the butler said with a small bow. "i will lead you to your room." he swiftly turned around to lead you there. he had a slim silhouette, trimmed eyebrows, little amounts of hair on his head and pointy shoes.

"thank you sir." you reply. you didn't know the formalities.

"i have worked for the sims for 3 decades, i will be here to accommodate any of your needs during your stay. you may refer to me as valentino." he says as he walks through the hallways.

as you walked through the various rooms of the house, you feel immediately inspired by the artwork surrounding you. the architecture of the house was old, victorian, beautiful and intricate. the endless colors and different shades of greens, blues and pinks painted on the walls. every room had a different vibe and tone, but every room was beautiful. there were luxurious woody fragrances that you picked up on. there were huge windows spanning from the floor to the ceiling. 

as you looked out of the window to your left, there was a patio. a man sat there, while he sat on a beautifully carved wood bench. this man had a journal in hand, writing like he was running out of time. he was extremely beautiful, like Aphrodite herself had bestowed a fraction of beauty onto him.

though there was glass separating you two, you felt as if his aura was seeping into your skin. maybe it was the glow of the sun reflecting off of him, but he has such a innocent beauty radiating from him.

he had a very strong jaw, with soft eyes. he was deep in thought with his furrowed brow, while he bit down on his lower lip.

there were beautiful flowers behind him, the golden sun was starting to shine down on him, and the sky was turning pink. while he sat on the bench, a light blond dog ran up to him.

the man's face changed from serious and deep in thought, to lighter expression. a small smile was forming on his face while he petted his dog. you stopped to watch.

you had realized that you weren't following valentino anymore. fuck

fuck fuck fuck

there was a set of stairs that he could've gone up to, or the hallway to your right which lead to another room. "damnit" you whispered to yourself. how can you already mess this up.

"ah!" a high pitched voice from a woman calls out. she has an expensive australian accent. "you must be y/n! it's nice to finally meet you. jay has told me so much about your work!"

"nice to meet you elspeth." you hold your hand out to shake hands with her, she looks at it, and slowly looks up at you, then back down to your hand. she was the woman who was in change of the estate. a very important woman, she is the one who hired you.

she gives a dirty look and gives a small bow, "you may find your living quarters." as she looks away. she immediately went to page someone as she walked away.

the interaction left you feeling confused and felt a pit in your stomach, knowing that was a bad first impression. you knew she was the main woman in the house. you knew there were two women and two men you would be doing portraits on.

"y/n!" a sharp snap of a man's voice. you find his face to match the voice, and it is valentino.

his demeanor started as upset, and quickly shifted to a calmer one. "it seems that i have lost you there. follow me up to your room."

you walked up the carpet lined stairs to the room.

"your bags are all here. we searched them and everything seems to be good." he says while closing the doors.

you immediately sit on the bed and take a deep breath to decompress from what had just happened. as you look around the room that you are in, you see how marvelous it is.

the tall ceilings, the walls are painted a rich red, with accents of chartreuse and gold. the bed was king sized, with long curtains draped from poles that were part of the bed frame. the slightly opened window let in the soft sunset and a quiet breeze.

turning your attention, there was a huge vintage wooden dresser. gliding your fingers along the edge of it, you got a splinter in your middle finger.

"ah!" you say in a moment of pain. you immediately go to pick it out of your skin and you get it. there are some band aids in your backpack which you reach to get. 

while doing some more exploring you find a cd player and lots of cds, madonna, MGMT, rihanna, gwen stefani, and destiny's child. there was some good shit in here, with lots of obscure artists who you've never listened to, but you will have lots of time to get to know them.

stuffing away all of your clothes, books, and bags took some time. by the time you finished, you threw your body on the bed. letting your muscles relax. today had been long, with the travel, weird out of touch rich people and feeling grimy. you had to shower.

you walked into the bathroom and it was just how you expected, fancy. on the counter, there was a beautiful vase with intricate designs. the vase was filled with in bloomed roses. it was very nice, there were 4 towels folded, with a handwritten note on top of them.

“be sure to call the service line when you need fresh towels.”

you placed the note on the sink and turned on the shower.

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night time

you had been rotting in your huge bed for the past few hours. after showering, you lounged in the robe that was hanging in the closet for you. you did some skincare.

you needed some brain stimulation, after all, you were going to be using your brain a lot. painting took like of thinking, analyzing and thought. it made you feel like your brain was more of a muscle than a fatty organ with the way you felt like you were always challenging and working out your brain.

doing fine art was like working out for you. making you stronger, and it made you explode with endorphins. color theory, composition, anatomy, all of it. creating art makes you feel like you are your most authentic self. so, you decided that since you were here on a work trip, you needed to do some practice.

anatomy was your favorite, the way the body was created. drawing and analyzing the human figure was amazing to you, you had a deep connection with it. the way muscles, arteries, veins and fat lay on top of each other. the way the muscles and bones created movement, form and shape. you could learn about it forever. drawing from life was your favorite.

you went into the bathroom and took your robe off. you didn’t usually do self portraits from the mirror, because it is a bit challenging. it was nothing sexual, you just didn’t feel like drawing anything else right now.

your robe was now off your body, and you were looking at yourself wondering how you should pose. this felt kinda awkward for you, but why should it? it’s just you, alone.

you stood there for a second, moving your body in different ways to see what would look good. you decided to go for a sensual pose where you had your left hand grazing your left boob, with a rose in your hand. and your body was leaning a little.

you would take classes down at your local art school, so this was nothing irregular for you. random strangers would pose for the art classes you would take.

sketching your body was easy, detailing was a little more difficult, but nonetheless, you could do it easy. the rough sketch took no more than 3 minutes, getting the shape down. then after a few minutes, you started detailing, adding shadows, value and tone.

you suddenly jumped at a knock at your door.

“y/n. it is supper time in 5 minutes. be sure to come down.” valentino’s stern voice says to you.

“okay valentino. thank you.” you yell back as you were surprised. you subconsciously covered yourself with your hands out of fear that he would open the bedroom door and see you naked in the bathroom.

you rushed to get ready for dinner. you didn't know that were was a mandatory dinner. you didn't know what to wear. you didn't have many fancy things, so you just slipped on your cutest "formal" outfit. this would be the first time you meet the family.

the five minutes have passed and you put some makeup on, you looked cute. you went downstairs to see the headmaster and his wife eating without you. they were laughing to each other. you walked in and they all stopped to look at you. you felt the air get heavy and awkward.

the dining room was extremely huge. beautiful table settings, and a marvelous ceiling with renaissance paintings. the table was also huge, even though there were only a handful of people eating on it. elspeth and her husband sat at opposite heads of the table. a harpist was performing in the corner, playing strings of beautiful harmonies. the live music was so good.

elspeth looked at you with an annoyed expression on her face. the annoyed expression turned into a grin. valentino stood there, along with servers who started at the wall, waiting for a command to come their way. "why valentino, do not be a drag to young y/n? set her a plate at the table. she is our guest after all." she had a chuckle to herself. "be a darling and sit next to me y/n? i would like to talk to you about your work." 

you walked over, sitting in the empty chair nearest to elspeth, chuckling in embarrassment. did valentino purposely give you a late heads up? what the fuck.

there were only 2 people at the table. elspeth, and elspeth's husband, sir james

"i thought i was supposed to be doing 4 portraits?" you thought to yourself.

"tell me darling, why are you so late?" elspeth laughs to herself. she was being passive aggressive towards you.

"i'm so incredibly sorry. i was not aware that there would dinner at a specific time." a pit in your stomach is arising.

"well yes, there is always a list of all daily activities in all rooms. every morning they are delivered." she looks at you as if you're stupid." valentino, be a dear and check if there is one in y/n's room for me."

you did nothing. you said nothing. you sat there embarrassed, you have been staying for 5 seconds and already feel unwelcome here.

"i hear you're a very talented young girl." sir james tells you.

"thank you. i'm very grateful to be able to-" you were cut off by a sudden clap by sir james.

a server comes close down to sir james, and kneels down to him. the server then brings out a small bag with a white substance. a small spoon, and puts it to sir james' nose. he snorts the substance.

"WHEW!" a loud yell comes out of his mouth as a reaction from the drugs, with a euphoric look in his eyes and his hand hitting the table. he squeezed the tip of his nose and looked back at you.

"i feel the most inspired when im using my sensory extenders. lets talk about art. so i wa-" he says before cutting you off.

"oh yeah!" you said to go along with his ideas. you spurted that out due to not knowing how to handle this situation. on the inside, you were shitting. this man that you've never met just did fucking cocaine in front of you, and you will be living with him for the next few months.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. let me finish." he yells at you for interrupting you in his sentence.

you physically felt yourself get taken aback. the hairs on your arm stood up. you felt your face getting hot, your throat closing and your eyes tearing up. you felt frozen in fear.

"darling, do not talk to our guest like that." elspeth replied with a stern look, and a champagne glass in hand.

for a few moments, you just sat there, not knowing what to say. you looked down at your empty plate, trying not to cry.

you heard someone running into the dining room for on the other room. it was the man from earlier with the journal. he ran in looking concerned, but he slowed down once he got inside.

“what's going on. mom are you okay?" he comes in, but he seems as if this is nothing new. as if this is something that happens often. you and him lock eyes.

elspeth looks away in shame “im so extremely sorry y/n. we are sophisticated people with class.”

sir james sits there, looks at you and claps once more. the man from earlier looks at his dad in anger, looks at you, and goes over to you and elspeth.

he whispers into his moms ear and she just looks at him with a disappointed look. the man leans down to you and asks if you want to go with him.

“i know this must be overwhelming. my dad isn’t usually here most of the time. i’ll just take you somewhere else if that’s okay.” he says in his soft australian voice. he grabbed out your hand to kiss the back of it. “my name is jake sim by the way.”

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a/n: hope you enjoyed this! i had sm fun writing it and i have tons of amazing ideas for this story. stick around til the next time. i will be letting you guys know when chapter 1 comes out. :)

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[disenchantedif]

Assign the ros songs off the rep album 👀

YES, I SO WILL. Keep in mind Rep gives very "new love interest" vibes so some ROs feature more heavily lol.

Ready for It: MC/Wraith

"But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom, holdin' him for ransom; some boys are tryin' too hard, he don't try at all, though"

End Game: MC/Amri

"Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy, I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me; and I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul, it's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold"

I Did Something Bad: Amri

"I can feel the flames on my skin, he says, "Don't throw away a good thing," but if he drops my name, then I owe him nothing, and if he spends my change, then he had it coming"

Don’t Blame Me: MC/Theo

"And baby, for you, I would fall from grace just to touch your face; if you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay; don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right"

Delicate: MC/Avery

"This ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me; we can't make any promises, now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink"

Look What You Made Me Do: Amri

"The world moves on, another day another drama, but not for me, all I think about is karma, and then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure; maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours"

So It Goes: MC/Amri

"All eyes on me, your illusionist, all eyes on us, I make all your gray days clear and wear you like a necklace; I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skipping when I'm gone"

Gorgeous: MC/Charlie

"You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk; you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong"

Getaway Car: Taisiya

"I'm in a getaway car, I left you in a motel bar; put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me"

King of My Heart: MC/Amri

"I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own; I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone; we met a few weeks ago, now you try on calling me, baby, like trying on clothes"

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: MC/Amri

"My love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me golden; oh, and you held me close, how was I to know that I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets"

Dress: MC/Viktor

"All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, my hands are shaking from all this; say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend"

TIWWCHNT: MC (feat. The Bestie Squad)

"Here's a toast to my real friends, they don't care about the he said, she said; and here's to my baby, he ain't reading what they call me lately"

Call It What You Want: MC/Amri

"Walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to, so call it what you want to; my baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new"

New Year's Day: MC/Avery

"I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away; I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

#answered asks #amri singh #avery monroe #??? (the wraith) #charlie ortiz #theo parker #viktor orlov #taisiya orlova #listen amri is just very rep-coded okay??

[scheodingers-muppet]

reputation (stranger things version) let’s go

…Ready For It? - jancy. the whole “i’ve known i wanted you since we first met” kinda vibe really fits them i think. “some boys are trying too hard, he don’t try at all though. younger than my ex’s but he acts like such a man” sorry steve. “knew i was a robber first time that he saw me. stealing hearts and running off” nancy is really the only character we see *multiple* people crushing on. steve and jonathan, of course, but also dustin, fred, arguably robin.

End Game - steddie. “you and me, we got big reputations” king steve and the freak, two sides of some big reputations. “i got some big enemies” being hated by the school and town and the literal upside down. “in rumors, i’m knee deep” “i’ve made mistakes…but something was born on the forth of july” steve’s huge character arch we see in season 3, over the summer.

I Did Something Bad - nancy. shes realms the only one i can see for this one. the confidence and bad-ass of it really only fits her

Don’t Blame Me - steve. why? because i said so. i fully believe he loves VERY deeply. why? because. i said so.

Delicate - steddie, from eddie’s pov. “my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me” literal manhunt for him and steve’s making googoo eyes at him. “dark jeans and your nikes” is so steve coded. “i know that it’s delicate” not only is eddie wanted for murder, but also, steve’s reputation would be very delicate; even been friends with eddie could make him a target

Look What You Made Me Do: el. “the role you made me play of the fool” and being used in vecna’s plan. “i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time” “i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me” her trust has ben broken so many times and shes had to fight tooth and nail for the trust in her now “the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh, because she’s dead” paralleled to el coming back at the end of season 2 completely changed

So It Goes… - jancy, from nancy’s pov. “we breakdown a little, but when you get me alone, it’s so simple” “you know i’m not a bad girl but, i’ll do bad things with you”

Gorgeous: ronance, from nancy’s pov. “i got a boyfriend, he’s older than us.” “you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.” and “i’m furious at you for making me feel this way” with how nancy didn’t like her at first. “ocean blue eyes, looking in mine” tldr; nancy’s gay awakening is robin

Getaway Car: jancy. “i wanted to leave him. i needed a reason” and “he poisoned the well, i was lying to myself” about steve. “we were flying but we never got far” and “think about the place where you first met me” with the relationship starting to crumble. “we were jet set bonnie and clyde until i switched to the other side” i like to imagine this as her going to robin but that’s just me.

King Of My Heart: steddieeeeee. okay listen. i love when fics make references to king steve and steve likes the name. i adore royal imagery with them. “we rule the kingdom inside my room” “king of my heart, body and soul” i LOVEEE eddie calling him king steve again, but as like, “you’re the king of my heart” “you’re love is a secret im hoping, dreaming to keep”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: byler. “i loved you in secret…how were you to know?” “deep blue but you painted me golden” when blue meets yellow in the west. “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” i think mike might be starting to realize his feelings for will while he’s gone, loving him even though he’s scared the distance will hurt them. “dancing like it was the first time”

Dress: ronance. why? idk it just fits. nancy and robin get close, become friends and nancy realizes her feelings for her. i can also see elmax if you remove the sexual elements of the song.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: steve to tommy and carol. “it was so nice throwing big parties” “it was so nice being friends again…but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand” tommy leaving him for billy. i just need to see steve lose his shit, honestly.

Call It What You Want: steddie. idk what you want from me, its so steve talking about eddie before they’re official. “my castle crumbled over night…they took the crown but it’s alright” losing “king” title. “nobody’s heard from me in months” falling down the social rankings and living a more “quiet” life (ie no parties and such) “my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene” both eddie looking down on social hierarchy and also eddie perched on his chair during campaigns, being literally above the whole scene. “all the jokers dressing up as kings” billy taking his role. “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” steve maybe talking to eddie about how he can “pay him back” for saving his life or something cute like that.

New Year’s Day: stobin. this song has always kinda been platonic to me. but it’s so them. the devotion of always being there, no matter what or why. “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i would recognize anywhere” I MEANNNNN

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #steddie #el hopper #taylor swift #reputation #rep #almost got all the albums now #just gotta do lover

[taylortruther]

When folklore was announced Taylor said the songs are fiction and yet, when you listen to it, it's pretty clear how much it's based on her own emotions/experiences. I'm sure it was freeing for Taylor to fictionalize her emotions to process them and also voice her issues in her relationship without having the whole world knowing.

I always thought hoax was partly inspired by Joe mostly based on vibes. It's so heartbreaking and devastating and I refuse to believe it's not inspired by a romantic love.

Taylor released the cardigan demo and I heard "living in a gold age, sneak into my bird cage / laughing like a damn fool, breaking every damn rule" and then I knew cardigan was about Joe (because the cage imagery & bad boy imagery were used so much for him). So he messed up, and she forgave him and it's very romantic and almost the kind of second-chance romance Taylor loves so much.

So cardigan and hoax are about him and it's in an album full of forlorn songs and hoax has so many parallels to other songs that don't feel like a coincidence.

"Don't want no other shade of blue, but you" -> "I'm with you even if it makes me blue" -> "if your cascade ocean waves blue come" -> renegade. The entire concept of Joe struggling with the depression and Taylor saying again and again that she will stay, even if it hurts her, if only he lets her. "your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in"

"You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score?" -> "you did a number on me but, honestly, baby, who's counting?" -> "no more keeping score" -> "cat and mouse for a month or two or three" -> "I can't talk to you when you're like this / staring at the city like I'm not your favorite city" -> "you can't talk to me when I'm like this / daring you to leave me just so I could try and scare you" they go back and forth with their arguing, he gets cold, she gets mad at him, they give each other silent treatments. But hoax was right in the moment so that "keeping score" phrase is more painful.

"My broken drum, you have beaten my heart" -> "deep blue but you painted me golden" -> "a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground" -> "do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?" Hoax is a song about devotion, it's about loving someone despite the pain and I think this line is a reminder to the both of them that he loved her, he was good to her, so why can't he calm down and be good to her once again?

"You know I left a part of back in New york" -> "back and forth from New York"

"All of my heroes die all alone" -> "you know the hero died, so what's the movie for?" -> "you know the greatest films of all time were never made"

Besides of the parallels, the line "you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart, but what you did was just as dark" is so devastating. He knew what she's been through and how bad it was, so why would he go and do something that's just as devastating? Why would he betray her like others have?

Now with the breakup and what you said

"and then we got so many songs about wanting to flee, hoping someone understood she couldn't control all aspects of her life (peace), and wanting this person to open up to her and be all in with her (renegade.) "

I look at so many songs differently. When "Is it enough" was it a plea? Was she asking "I know my life is very difficult for you but my love is a fire, is it good enough to make you stay?" Is Lavender Haze a reminder that he could handle her life, that he handled things very well before?

i wish i had anything thoughtful to add, but i don't, because you expressed this all so well. thank you for taking the time and also for devastating me in the process 🫡

#hoax #renegade #lover #parallels #renegade/hoax #*cages #*infidelity

[eddawrites]

Mel & Jayce, a story told in colour

First of all, let me start by saying that I have a deep appreciation for just how much Jayce’s and Mel’s clothes mirror each other. The designers seem to have made some very conscious choices to make these two characters match visually. Let’s break it down.

Perhaps the most striking detail about Mel’s design are tattoos golden tattoos/armour pieces covering her back, shoulders and thighs, but have you noticed that each of these pieces is matched by a detail on Jayce’s suit?

The details on Mel’s shoulders are matched by Jayce’s epaulets:

The skin on Mel’s back framed by the golden plates forms a T shape, and so does the tailoring on Jayce’s back:

The armour on Mel’s thighs is mirrored by the embroidery on Jayce’s pants:

Even the lace details on Mel’s dress are similar-looking to the embroidery on Jayce’s sleeves (although I believe this less intentional):

The choice of giving Mel a slit dress and Jayce a tailcoat likewise appears deliberate, giving them a similar airy vibe.

Of course, their colour palettes are also very similar: both their outfits are predominantly white and black (Mel’s collar and Jayce’s shirt and pants), with some grey details (the lace on Mel’s dress and Jayce’s vest) and golden elements - in Mel’s case fused to her body, in Jayce’s the embroidery on his coat. However, Jayce’s outfit implements a colour that is conspicuously absent on Mel’s dress, which brings me to my next point...

A Fox or a Wolf?

In her style of dress and colour palette both, Mel appears to be distancing herself from Ambessa and her Noxian heritage. She prefers an airy dress with lace details to her mother’s leather and steel, she usually covers her arms with delicate sleeves while Ambessa keeps hers bare. While the primary colours of Noxus appear to be black, red and silver, Mel wears white and gold, even going as far as - quite literally - painting her family sigil gold (the window in her office, her ring, banners etc. are all wrought in gold) instead of the Noxian silver/steel that her mother uses. In so doing, Mel discards her mother’s teachings, choosing to be a fox rather than a wolf.

Interestingly, though, Jayce’s outfit does implement red. This choice appears very deliberate from a narrative standpoint. Of course, the House Talis colours are gold and red, so it’s only natural that they should appear in his design, however, Talis red is more of a maroon red - the shade used on his epaulets - whilst the Medarda red is very vibrant, perhaps to recall the colour of blood. The embroidery on Jayce’s pants and vest, as well as his tie, appear to be wrought in a similar shade of red.

Throughout the show Jayce wears a white tailcoat with golden details and a white-and-grey ves (which he keeps on even when he’s not wearing his overcoat), but under it he’s wearing a black shirt and a red tie. He’s wearing Ambessa’s colour palette under Mel’s colour palette. Now, at the risk of overthinking why the curtains are blue, I interpret this as Jayce having the potential to be both a charming diplomat like Mel and an aggressive despot like her mother - he even has a brief phase of displaying this very quality after he becomes increasingly aggravated by Jinx’s attacks. The wolf inside of him awakens.

While Mel is actively moulding him to be a fox, upon her arrival, Ambessa immediately starts pushing him to be a wolf, to “know death” like she was taught, which he does when the shimmer factory raid goes awry. Mel realises this potential and that is what triggers the (emotionally) violent confrontation with her mother. She doesn’t want Jayce to devolve into a type of person that her mother is, she’s trying to protect Jayce’s idealism (white is traditionally considered to be the colour of purity) and Ambessa is actively attempting to undo her efforts.

In the end, Jayce chooses the path of the fox, validating Mel’s anti-war stance, his figure bathed in stark white light.

#arcane #arcane thoughts #visual storytelling #mel medarda #jayce talis #meljay #maybe the curtains really are just blue #but i'll overthink it anyways #arcane designers really said these two are meant for each other #and gave them matching outfits

[foxounderscorecube]

for the ask thingy :)

Golden deep, burnt sienna, ruby, rose, prussian azure, mars brown!

Golden deep: I think probably spring because seeing the blossom and flowers come out makes me very happy :)

Burnt sienna: The two that come to mind are just ones that are nostalgic for me more than anything. I don't know the titles of them, though! One is of Hemingway's cats in Key West. I Googled it but I can't find the exact one. When I was little and first got glasses, I apparently immediately pointed to it and said "Cats!!" because I'd never seen it before. The other is a painting that my mum's friend, Johnny, painted of the house my grandparents used to live in - that one doesn't seem to be online at all, which I suppose makes sense. He drew horror stuff - his most well-known work was for 2000AD in, like, the 80s, I think? My grandparents have the full piece, obviously, but my mum has always had a print test from it up on a wall, which is a segment of it. The full piece is gorgeous, though - ominous greens and blues and thickets of thorns with the windows of the house glowing yellow in the dark. I wish I had a picture of it! There are details on it that you can only really see up close, though, so it's nice just standing and looking at it. Sorry, that answer ended up being way longer than it needed to be!

Ruby: Ooohh, an ideal first date. Honestly, I don't really care too much about the activity as long as the vibes are good. I like to just hang out. I think going for lunch or for a coffee/bubble tea/similar would be good. It's not like it's anything exciting, but it's nice to get a little treat and just chat, you know? Depending on the person, though, a museum date would be top-tier. Art, natural history, historical stuff, I just like museums. Again, nice place to hang out and have a chat.

Rose: I have good friends!!

Prussian azure: If we're talking about perfumes, I tend to gravitate towards amber and vanilla scents. In general, though, hmm... I really love the smell of strawberries. When you've got a punnet of strawberries and you open that bad boy up. Hell yeah.

Mars brown: The end of Paprika, when Atsuko and Tokita talk, always makes me go all happy. Not a film, but guaranteed to make me laugh, are some particular Ashens videos: the Easter special with THE GOOSE; the "Wonderful sound, strange shape" toy violin; and the PDA from the 80s where you could, theoretically, write on the screen and it'd make it into words. Theoretically.

#ask game #:D

[acertaincritic]

Smashed into splinters Shards they will fall Tears of the timber Blanketing all

Branches forlorn Shed golden leaves Order and form in the Patterns they weave

Taste of the tears Stitches and scars Spinning the spheres We severed the stars

Touched the primordial Entropy lost The carnal, corporeal Suffer the cost

Ghosts in the deep Watch over her shades Awakened from sleep To falter and fade

Rot in the roots And sleep in the womb A beautiful blue Paints the rays of the moon

- from “Fallen Leaves” by Mircle of Sound.

My ambition as a writer is to write books that match this piece of the song vibe-wise.

But I also seek out writing that matches this piece of the song vibe-wise as a reader.

The Dragon Prince hurts me, because it could do it. It really could.

-

Also if you play video games and haven’t played “Elden Ring”, please do.

#tdp season 4 #the dragon prince #elden ring #writing #personal #stuff

[gayrockanthem]

I used to think that if you listen to one song on repeat you'll hate it and never want to hear it again. What a fool I was!!!

Below are some songs that heavily occupied my head and heart at different times in no specific order. Let's go!

Take Yourself Home by Troe Sivan

Autumn. The best part of autumn when it's still sunny but not hot anymore. Kyiv, my beloved. I'm simultaneously in the heart of the city and on a tiny island by the bank of mighty Dnipro. Golden leaves on the ground. Setting sun paints the edges of the blue sky. Golden hour. The only song in my earphones for at least a week. Warm and cozy. The place I have recently moved in finally turning into Home.

2. Rock Me by One Direction

I'm a newbie directioner. Just fell into the rabbit hole and incessantly consume large amounts of different pieces of content. One is a Harry Styles thirst trap YouTube video with this song as the soundtrack. I used to listen to heavy metal back in the day. The lyrics seemed so cheesy to me. Impossibly cheesy. impossibly catchy! Non stop on repeat till I went to sleep that day. And in the morning here we go again.. Impossible to not fall in love with these boys and vocally it's a treat!

3. Sign Of The Times by Harry Styles

The day I discovered Harry's music. I listened to a couple of songs. And then she came on. I fell on my knees. Knocked down. Defeated. I didn't know then how far this would go but I definitely felt something changed in that moment. She entered my life to turn a page and start a new chapter. She's a treasure. The Gospel to Life!

4. Triste Pra Sempre by Jão

I'm not a god's strongest soldier and some fucked up terrorists #russiaIsATerroristState invading my country triggered the worst and put me through tons of trauma. Numb, low, and lost. I go out. Eu ando pela rua of Barcelona. I try to get out of my head, to feel easier for a moment. Mas eu simplesmente não consigo. And tenho medo de ser só isso minha vida daqui pra frente. I have no idea what Jão was going through when he wrote this song but that evening (and many following) it was me in every line, in every word, in every note.

5. VSF by Jão

You know the feeling when you're so sick and tired you're just like Fuck. It. All. This is the vibe. I barely restrained myself from screaming the lyrics on the metro and in the streets. It rained that day in Barcelona which is quite rare. Like, yes, bitch! Pour it all out! Get it out of your chest.

6. Over Again by One Direction

I didn't restrain myself from screaming the lyrics. Kyiv, my beloved. Winter. The bank of frozen Dnipro. Late evening. (Almost) no people but at that point, I don't give a shit if anyone hears. I do different voices and try to hit the high notes. Cleansing. Refreshing.

7. High In California by Louis Tomlinson

I'm sure office workers can relate to the feeling of getting home from work annoyed, pissed and straight-up mad. Sit down. Deep breath. Louis' beautiful voice on repeat. Light it up. Observe the mind slowing down, releasing the tension. Observe the world becoming a little lighter

To be continued...

#when the song hits right in the spot #on repeat doesn't necessarily mean favorite #or does it #jao #jao romania #jao meu amor #harry and louis i'm sorry you can't separate the two #one direction

[cassandrattpd]

mmmmmkay the vibes on the yellow icon feel Right for me and also with my header it's giving deep blue but you painted me golden

[emmythespacecowgirl]

Hello there, can I request a ship from The Pacific? I’m fairly short in height, go by the pronouns she/her.. My hair is medium-length dark golden-brown and it’s pretty big and frizzy. My eyes are grey-blue. I like to wear loose, dark-coloured, retro clothes.

Personality; comfortable to be around, straightforward/simple, a little short tempered, motherly? (I like to care for my loved ones, cook for them and help out), humorous, truthfully a bit oversexed/dirty-minded.

Was raised in a heavily alternative family so that's made me be pretty open and accepting towards different kinds of people.

I need to get out of my head through physical/sensory stuff - dancing, gentle walking, drawing, travelling, etc. ISFP/ESFP.

Thank you so much, I love reading your ships and writings :)

hey hey! thanks for submitting! i hope you like your ship <3

I ship you with:

Jay De L'eau from The Pacific!

ship theme song: Sleep Tight by Holly Humberstone

I'm just picturing you two running through a sunshiney meadow together

bein all cute and stuff <3

you both just walk into a room together and it immediately lightens the mood

this boy is so soft for you btw

i think the moment he first fell for you was when you were being so kind to one of your friends

and then you looked up

and your eyes just met

and Jay felt all squishy inside

he loves the deep blueness of your eyes

"they're like the waters of Peleliu" he tells you while stroking your hair one night

cuddles with Jay >>>>

also, as someone who can hardly dress himself irl, he's very impressed by your clothing choices

you and Jay provide a very calming presence for each other

your friends always know they can turn to you both when they're in need

i feel like if you and Jay shared a space together it would be the most cozy space ever :)

Jay appreciates your ability to keep things simple in life

no need to complicate everything

whenever he gets down or too in-his-head

your humor easily drags him out of his slump

tbh idk if Jay is a very sexually experienced guy

but he's eager to learn what you like

tbh i get major sub vibes from Jay lol

he's very intrigued by your upbringing

he was so nervous meeting your parents at first

baby was so worried that he wouldn't be cool enough :')

Jay has the perfect antidote for getting you out of your head

he loves taking you dancing on Saturday nights!

or literally any other night during the week!

I'm pretty sure that Jay is ISFP as well :)

so anything sensory really appeals to him

stay-in date nights with drawing or painting are always a winner for Jay :)

#enjoy :) #my work #ships #bob ships #the pacific ships #jay de l'eau #jay

[staliaqueen]

dancing with our hands tied

"my, my love had been frozen / deep blue, but you painted me golden"

dair vibes ✨

name a ts song and i’ll tell you my favourite lyric from it

#jo tag #ask game #mal answers

[lipslikethegardensofbabylon]

reputation (Taylor’s Version) lockscreens

#deep blue but you painted me golden vibes #taylor swift #candy swift #tswiftedit #tswiftdaily #tscreators #networkthirteen #lockscreen

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

NO OFFENSE BUT THE GOLDEN HEARTS ARE SOO PRETTY!

#& they have big 'deep blue but you painted me golden' vibes

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 7: Wrapped

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Production Designer

Summary: Wrapped - the act of striking the dressing from a set.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, drinking, PiV sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, don’t be a fool wrap your tool, fingers in mouths, cum eating, edging, light degradation, some dom/sub vibes, Subby!Dieter, Soft Dom!Reader, overuse of filmmaking terms.

Notes: It's Day 7 of Dieter Takeover, our final day! How will this all wrap up?

Cross-posted on AO3

Below the Line Masterlist

EXT. ORANGERIE - NIGHT (DUSK)

You had to hand it to craft services, they really outdid themselves on the wrap party. After weeks of excellent hot meals, always having pick-me-up candy stashed somewhere, and being the therapists to half the crew, they still catered this like it’s the fucking Oscars. Tables were set up around the perimeter of the greenhouse with loads of dishes, appetizers and drinks. Your team had helped with the decorations, digging up some string lights to illuminate the lawn and making paper chains out of recycled script pages. Wardrobe put out some fabric scraps that people were turning into headbands and scarves, and even makeup laid out the cheap grease paint they didn’t end up using so passerbys could throw on some war stripes. It was silly and childish and wild and beautiful.

You’d decided to bring a change of clothes and try to look just a little more put together than your usual t-shirt, jeans and ditty bag on set. Instead you swapped jeans for your favorite skirt, your t-shirt for a looser top to combat the humidity of the night, and seriously debated still putting the ditty back on for laughs. Everyone had called it a fanny pack until you started pulling useful odds and ends out of it.

Dane and Shelly went all out, Dane in a suit that Harry Styles would have died for, red with black roses embossed in the fabric, and Shelly in a violet knockout of a dress with her hair styled on top of her head. Her hand tucked into Dane’s elbow made you raise an eyebrow with a knowing smile, but you made no comment. You weren’t one to talk.

The three of you entered together, a team to the very end. The party was already bustling, beers and wine in clear plastic cups held in many hands. You scoped the food tables, starving and needing some sustenance before partaking in any of the numerous drink selections.

“Are the wrap parties always this fun?” Shelly asks, music starting to play outside. You shake your head as you pop an hors d'oeuvre into your mouth.

“Cliff Beasts was all cold gas station sandwiches and an escort off the property,” you say, and both hers and Dane’s eyes light up. You roll your own. “Fine, fine, you wanted the dish, get me a drink.” They both scoot off to the drink table as you snag more snacks. Dane has their hand on Shelly’s lower back and it blooms happiness in your chest. 

“Your babies all grown up now?” your friend Jack says next to your shoulder, tossing his head at them. You swat his arm.

“Let me enjoy watching them be young and excited about things,” you say back. 

“I’m more excited for whatever this spread has to offer,” Jack replies as you both fill paper plates with food. You take a subtle look around for Dieter, but can’t pick him out of the crowd yet. Most of the ATLs aren’t here, probably off doing cool kid stuff. You know he’ll find you eventually.

I’d like to show you exactly how I feel about you.

You push down the nerves, the questions that sentence arouses in you. 

As the evening goes on, lubricated by drink and conversation and laughter, you start catching glimpses of Dieter in the crowd. He’s worn a suit, deep blue in color with crisp white pinstripes and a white button-up with scandalously few buttons actually done up. His golden skin blazes out from the V of the neck he so brazenly reveals, making you want to lay claim to it even with everyone watching. 

He’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You turn and see him talking to Ronna, holding a plastic cup in his large hand. Or you walk by a group and get a whiff of his cologne and breathe it in indulgently. He catches your eyes a few times, sending you secret smiles that lasted mere seconds before he turns back to whoever he’s talking to.

A toast is suggested, and Dee starts popping champagne bottles and walking around, filling up people’s glasses. Dieter takes a couple too, laughing as he slowly drizzles the fizzy drink into cups. You wait to see who will get to you first. Dieter wins.

“What do you think we should toast to?” he asks, innocent enough to an eavesdropper but the quirk in his smile and the linger of his gaze speaks a volume of difference to you. You tap your lower lip, watching him continue to pour even as the fizz reaches the top of the glass.

“To jobs well done?” you offer, and he makes a face. “Fine, you think of a better one, Bravo.”

Your cup overflows, sweet champagne bubbles spilling over your fingers. You swap hands, shaking the wetness off into the grass. You smile up at Dieter, feeling easy and relaxed.

Quick as he can manage in a crowd, he takes your wrist and licks the length of your pinky, tasting the alcohol on your skin and winking before pulling away. His eyes read ready and want and soon. With a nod he moves to the next person needing a top-off, smiling brightly. Your heart pounds as you dart your eyes around to see if anyone caught that. Dane and Shelly are standing together, Shelly’s mouth dropped open. You lift your eyebrows and nod at the two of them. 

Secret’s safe between us?

They both break into smiles and nod. 

Ronna makes a speech that almost gets you crying. Then Clara, a quick few words from Dee, and finally Dieter. He saunters into the circle of people, clapping and taking a moment to look at the crowd. You stand back from the edge, still walking the knife’s blade of caution even though tonight was the signal of the end.

“I’ll have to admit, this movie kicked my ass,” Dieter begins, and the laugh warms everyone up. He throws down some inside jokes, acknowledges all of the teams (“art department, you guys made this place look like an honest-to-goodness gothic horror house and I would never sleep here.”) and raises his glass. His eyes search the crowd until he catches yours. You worry your heart might stop at the fond smile he gives you.

“To the end of what we know, and the beginning of all that we’ll discover.” Cheers erupt, drinks are quaffed, and you desperately want to kiss him. Fuck everything that came before this, you only want what’s coming next.

Was this what being the object of Dieter’s affection was like? Both seen and protected, teased and given everything. You’re not exactly sure what you want, but Dieter needs to be a part of it in whatever capacity that might be.

The music roars to life, and an impromptu barefoot dance party starts. Dieter and the other ATLs are at the center of it, mouthing along with the 90s pop music blaring over the Bluetooth speakers. You linger along the edges until Dane and Shelly grab you by both elbows and drag you into the fray. You sway and rock and sing along to the music, watching Dieter out of the corner of your eye. Him and Theo (crap, you don't remember the actor's name now) are bumping hips and he's shrugged his jacket down his arms. He looks light, happy, goofy even in this sacred space you all have carved out in the grass and fairy lights.

As the moon travels, now clear in the sky and silver-plating the grass and your skin, the party starts to thin out. You sneak a peek at Dane putting their coat around Shelly’s shoulders. Pausing for a moment before pressing a kiss to Shelly’s cheek, she turns in to capture their lips before they can move away. You don’t go looking for them after that. Jack bids you goodnight and you send your love back to his wife. Various crew wave as they leave, and you toe the dampening grass as you feel the pull to leave. It feels late enough that your absence won’t be noted, but early enough that if you head into the trailer park it won’t seem suspicious. 

You're loose-limbed as you meander your way there, shoes in one hand. You could stop now, turn away and pretend that Dieter’s whispered confession under the canopy of trees meant nothing. You could. But you wouldn’t dream of it now as the glow of the trailer park starts to pull you into focus.

Someone is walking out of the rows of trailers, curly-haired and broad shouldered and surefooted until he sees you and stops. His hands hang by his side, one stuffed in his pants pocket.

Dieter.

You smile and give a small wave, coming up to stand in front of him. He’s foregone the jacket, standing in that open-necked button up and slacks. His face is shadowed until you get right up to him, and only then do you see the adoration his eyes hold for you.

“Hey there handsome,” you say, chucking your knuckle under his chin. He chuffs out a laugh, putting his hand to your cheek. His palm dwarfs your face.

“Hello yourself,” he says, and he’s breathless before you even get a chance to kiss him. Which he does in the next moment. 

He dives in to slot his lips against yours, tasting like the sweet champagne and spearmint. His tongue delves into your mouth, eager to map the softness of your lips. In a swift movement he lifts you, urging your legs around his waist as he wraps you in his arms.

“Don’t you dare throw out your back,” you scold as he turns and walks you towards his trailer.

“Not doing this,” he whispers back and you laugh into his mouth. He fumbles for the door before getting you both inside and locking it behind him.

He’s cleaned since you were last here, which makes you giggle at the image of him preparing for tonight. Then the thought of tonight, of what he promised makes you slide down off him, ignoring his whine of protest.

“Wait, wait, just a sec, I…” you say, trying to catch your breath even as he chases your neck with his mouth, leaving open kisses on it. You pull his head back to look in your eyes, forcing him to focus. God, he does look good desperate.

“Before we get into anything, I just…I need to know if this is a one-time thing,” you say, and a wrinkle forms in Dieter’s brow. “This isn’t about the first time, right?” You feel stupid asking it, but now that you’re here you need to know if this is still guilty orgasm-chasing or is it…

“My god, fucking never,” Dieter curses, his eyes so eager. “I absolutely want to do this so many more times." You smile as he begins walking you backwards.

"I want to fuck you for as long as you’ll have me, then take you out for breakfast.” You laugh, but it gets smothered in another kiss, more fiery than the last. 

“Want to ask you about your day…” he continues, urging you gently down a narrow hall. Your elbows bump the walls as he guides you by your hips.

“Want to Netflix and fall asleep with you,” he says, and now your heart is pounding. 

“Dieter…” you say, and your voice is more wavery than you thought it would be. He soothes you with his hands, his lips sweet on yours. Your calves hitting the edge of his bed as he wraps you in his arms. 

“You think I’d let you go after finding you again?” His lips give you the answer, sucking and licking and pressing into you until you’re out of breath and he’s laying you down on the bed that takes up the entirety of the room.

He covers you, sinking down to fit his body into your curves. You wrap around him, indulging in his mouth, the plushness of his lips, the addictive scratch of his mustache against your skin. Your skirt is rucked up your thighs and Dieter’s hands slide under your ass, searching for the zip. 

“Hmm, eager?” you tease as he mouths at your collarbone. 

“You have no idea,” he says back, thick fingers finding the small tab to slide down tooth by tooth. You lift your hips so he can drag the fabric down your legs, throwing the skirt over his shoulder and hurriedly pressing his hips to your core.

He’s hard and heavy and grazing softly against you, the head of his cock brushing against your clit through your underwear. You fist his shirt, the other hand finding his hair and digging into the lush curls. His mouth comes off your skin with a hiss, hips pressing long and hard against you.

“You like that?” you purr, and Dieter’s stuttery sigh is the answer you need. He might have instigated things years ago, but if the afternoon you kissed him was any indicator, Dieter preferred to be led. 

“Get on your back,” you say, firm but sweet. Dieter’s head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“But I want to take care of you,” he murmured, hands coming up to span your ribcage. He’s so large, covering you with his body, but you know he’ll melt in a moment under your ministrations.

“Here’s what I want.” You lift his head out of your neck to look him in the eyes. His lips are pink and swollen, eyes half-lidded. He swallows against your hold.

“I want you to lie on your back. Then I’m going to fuck your face until I cum on it.” At the phrase Dieter whines, pumping his hips into you once. “Once you lick yourself clean I’m going to ride your cock until you’re begging to cum and watch you fall apart.” He peppers your skin with kisses where he can reach, relaxing against your touch. With a swift move you roll him onto his back, straddling his stomach and pressing him into the mattress. “Then we’ll do it however you like…or however I let you have it…until you can barely remember your own name. Sound good?”

Dieter nods frantically before surging up to kiss you. As possessive as it is, he relents immediately to your tongue invading his mouth, moaning and gasping as you nip his lower lip, flick the tip against his, and steal his breath. You take a moment to slide open the buttons on his shirt, yearning to feel the heat of his skin against yours. The moan he releases when your thighs skim across his ribs makes you absolutely want to wreck him.

Once you part, Dieter slides his hands under your thighs and pushes your hips to hover over his hungry mouth. Looking down at him is a treat that could almost make you cum untouched. His hair a wild mess, eyes focused on the fabric covering your cunt, lower lip wet with his tongue swiping against it. He noses against you, the curve fitting perfectly against your clit as he breathes hot and heady against your cunt.

“Fuck, should have undressed you first,” he bemoaned, making you chuckle. You slide out of your top and unclasp your bra, feeling him mouth at your cunt and moan. His hands roam up the swell of your ass, the curve of your waist, and the drag of his thumbs on the underside of your breasts breaks your skin out in goosebumps. Leaning forward, you plant your elbows above Dieter’s head and lift your knee, letting him slide your panties down your thighs. You manage to get one leg out before his hands wrap around your thigh, forcing your cunt down onto his waiting tongue.

You gasp at the sudden onslaught, still pressing his head into the mattress with your pelvis. You worry that this position is uncomfortable for him before remembering that he does nothing he doesn’t want to do. You came on his face as he sat in driveway gravel, he’s clearly enjoying himself as he swipes his tongue through your hot sex.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he moans into the crease of your hip, his wet lips smearing kisses on your inner thighs, the top of your mound, before you sit up tall on his face. Angling your hips and arching your back, you rock your cunt along his mouth, scruff rubbing over your tender flesh and hot breath searing, then cooling you. Those big hands that dwarf everything they hold come around your thighs to pull you flush, coaxing you to drag harder against him. His tongue is long and stiff, pulsing and licking and flicking and pushing inside you. 

“You love getting your face sat on, don’t you?” you tease, lifting up a fraction but Dieter whines and yanks you right back down.

“Fuck yes,” he pants, and you feel him try to take control by sliding up to capture your clit between his lips. You gasp, the pull and release sparking up your spine as he seals his mouth over you to slide his tongue around and across until your hips shake against his jaw. He’s bringing you dangerously close to the edge, and while you’re sure he’ll give you many more if you let him, you want him to know who’s topping who here.

Fisting your hand in his hair, you tilt his head back and away from your cunt. He gasps, and you feel his hips lift on the bed as you slip two fingers into his open mouth. 

“That’s not how I said it was going to go,” you tut at him, sliding your fingers deeper into his mouth to stroke the back of his tongue. You feel him start to gag and draw back, but he closes his mouth around your intruding digits, pressing his teeth gently against you. Slowly, you slide them back into his mouth until the ring of his lips almost touches your knuckles. He’s swallowing over and over, splitting your fingers with his tongue and closing his eyes in a bliss you’re greatly enjoying. Pressing down on his jaw, you urge him to open his mouth.

“Nice and wide for me, honey, let me see that wicked tongue of yours,” you purr, and Dieter drops his jaw and lays out his tongue for you, pink and slippery and waiting. “Good boy,” you murmur, and the hitch in his breath is the perfect precursor to settling your cunt back on his mouth.

Hand still fisting his hair, just enough to feel the tension and a zing of pain if you squeeze harder, you begin rolling your hips. You plot a path that has you climbing quickly, traveling the length of his tongue and pausing for him to dip the tip into your entrance, his nose rubbing into your flushed clit. You can feel your slick on Dieter’s face, coating his cheeks, his beard, his nose, and he lays there and gasps and moans through it. There’s a barely perceptible rocking of the bed as he tries to relieve friction on his cock, tight in his pants. Leaning back just enough to slide your fingers over his aching erection, he strains against your touch. The sound he makes, like you’ve suckered punched him, ushers in another wave of slick that he greedily sucks up. 

“Please please please,” he begs, redoubling his efforts to lap and suck and flick you over the edge.

“Please what?” you ask, but it’s getting harder as Dieter presses his tongue just below your clit, finding an erogenous zone you didn’t know you had but you want him to keep at. “Oh fuck, there, yes, there.”

“Cum on my face so I can fuck you,” he growls, and he yanks you forward to drape over his head, catching yourself before you land face-first in the bed. From this angle he has perfect access to your clit and with a wet slurp to prepare, he slips a finger inside you. The stimulation drives you wild, fucking his face earnestly as your body begins to tighten. His nose is crushed against your mound, curls tickling your tummy and thighs trembling on either side of his head as he presses just right and makes you cum hard and long above him.

Shit, this was even better than the first time. He learns quickly and applies his education, and if the curses and wet mouth noises are any indication he loves doing it. You push yourself back off his mouth, hovering over his chest instead. He’s smiling, blissed out with wetness coating his face. His hands caress your thighs, your hips, the dip of your spine as you both try to come back to your bodies.

“Was that good?” he asks, and you shuffle back enough to bring your lips to his. He’s covered in your musk, tangy and sharp, mixed with the flavor of his champagne-soaked mouth. Settling your cunt against his cock, wetness surely ruining these pants, you indulge in the heat of his kiss. He strokes your back, pulls you chest to chest and cradles your head in his hands. It's terrifyingly intimate, learning your body, what makes you arch and burrow and hum. 

“Very good, almost makes up for the first time,” you say, nipping at his chin. A flash of uncertainty colors his features, making you press your forehead to his. “Sorry, that wasn’t kind. I’m so fucking satisfied right now, but I’m also greedy to have this cock inside me.” Dieter’s body relaxes, his hands coming to your hips to guide your grind against him. 

“If I got to spend the rest of my life making up for that first time, I’d consider it well lived,” he says, making you sit up to look at him. His smile is a little sheepish, but his eyes are so open and honest. 

Was he pussy drunk, or did he mean that?

He sits up to meet your lips, chaste and full of sweet promise. Then he strips off the open shirt and nudges you off him to slide out of his pants. His cock is a dark flushing red, thick and ready to burst for you. You take him in your hand, stroking the shaft and watching the foreskin pull back as he keens below you. 

“Never had an uncut one before,” you murmur, “I heard they’re more sensitive.” A swirl of your thumb around his head elicits a groan and a thrown-back head, confirming your hypothesis. 

"Do you want me to put on a condom?" he asks, and the question is so shy you have to study his face. That veil of uncertainty he wore like a shroud for weeks was back. You skirt your fingers over his soft belly, making the muscles twitch.

"I'm on the pill," you say, swirling your index finger around the rim of his bellybutton. His hand grazes your face and strokes a path across your cheekbone.

"I'd still wear one if you wanted it. If you wanted the barrier."

How the fuck does he make everything he says hold a double meaning? You take him in your hand again and stroke him base to tip, watching all of his muscles contract at the sensation.

"I'll take you just as you are, Bravo."

See, you can do it too.

He whines as you pump his length languidly, hands fisting the sheets and eyes squeezed shut.

“Please, gorgeous, I’m so close already I can barely stand it,” he begs, and after one brief suck of his head into your mouth (followed by a steady string of “oh shits” from Dieter before you pull off), you’re straddling his thick thighs and letting the soft skin of his cock slide against your inner thigh.

“You want to come once before we get to the actual fun?” you ask, letting the tip of his cock slip against you, just enough to feel how wet you still are.

“Fuck, no, want to last. I’ll do this…” he snaps his fingers quickly, desperately, “if I’m going to cum.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. He’s hungrier now, licking into you desperately as you slide the underside of him through your wet folds. 

“If you want me to stop teasing, say mercy,” you tell him, waiting for his nod and verbal agreement. When his head catches against your entrance, you mold your mouth to his and take his wrists. With a tilt of your hips you begin sliding onto him, pressing his hands above his head. His tattoos direct your eyes, the triangles both indicating to look up at his face and to look down at his cock disappearing inside you. He moans and pants at the descent, arms flexing but not trying to overpower you. You let his hips seek you out, shallowly thrusting up into your blinding heat as you lower yourself so slowly you think he might pass out. When you’re flush against his hips and making your first experimental roll against him, he snaps his fingers, the sound loud and stuttery.

“Oh, pretty boy’s gonna cum just from feeling me around him?” you pull off to say, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his lower lip between his teeth. He takes a few grounding breaths before opening his eyes.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he pants, face almost pained from trying so hard to focus. “Fucking amazing pussy, so tight and wet and perfect. Let me…let me breathe for a second,” he pants, his chest rising and falling so prettily for you. Keeping your hips still and pressed flush, you stack his hands on top of each other so you can hold him down with one of yours. The stutter in his breathing lets you know how affected he is in this position, pinned and at your mercy. Your other hand skates down his chest, brushing over a nipple to make him arch and ticking down his ribs to make him squirm against you.

“Had enough time to think about baseball” you tease, and his neck stretches back as you lift up and drag back down his length.

“Shit, nothing’s fucking working, you’re gonna break me,” he whines, hips rolling under yours as you let out a little moan. He feels wonderfully full in you, so hard he must be suffering. You press his hands further into the bed as you reach down to circle the base of his cock.

“Let’s see how long we can keep you on this edge,” you say, and he stutters out a breath as his hips start rocking up into you. You let him fuck up into the sweetness of your cunt, waiting for the signs that he’s close to the edge before gripping the base of his cock hard and lifting up off him, his tip pressed against your entrance. 

“Fuck!” he chokes out, biceps straining and neck muscles bulging as you stave off his orgasm. You drag your lips and teeth along his neck, enjoying the flush you’re bringing out of his skin.

“Trying to, but you’re so sensitive it’s like I’m taking your virginity,” you purr into his ear, dragging the circle of your fingers up his length. 

“Gonna ruin me,” he forces out, and you agree as you sink back down on his cock. His mouth flies off into a diatribe of, “oh fucks,” and “yes baby yes pleases,” and the pussy-melting “I’ll spend hours making you cum on my fat cock and my tongue and my fingers if you just let me cum once.”

It takes two more hard stops just before the finish line, loud finger snaps echoing in the trailer, before you think Dieter may just say mercy to end his torture. His eyes are wet with tears, gathering in the corners and spilling into his hairline. His mouth is open in a silent sob, chest heaving in short bursts as you deny his purpling cock once more. 

“Please,” he begs again, and it’s not mercy but it’s close. His gaze is blissfully faraway, exactly where you want him when you sink down on his cock the final time and set a fast rolling pace, snapping your hips against his and catching the head of his cock on your entrance on every downthrust.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, gorgeous, beautiful, I’m…I’m gonna…shit, can I…tell me…” he devolves into barely formed pleas as you release his wrists and plant your hands next to his head to better leverage your thrusts.

“Cum for me,” you order, and he yanks you down onto his chest as he explodes, shouts of ecstasy as he cums for longer than anyone you’ve had inside you. He jolts like he’s being electrocuted, a pained grunt followed by a weak sigh. You grind down on him, working him through it with soft praise into his chest as you kiss along his collarbone. 

Once he goes to jelly below you, breathing slowing down and light giggles starting to emerge, you lift up on your elbows and look at his blissful face. He’s grinning so wide you think it hurts, eyes squinched shut. Perspiration beads on his brow and you smooth it away with your fingers. 

“Holy fuck, I’ve never cum that hard,” he gasps, eyes finally opening to see the soft smile you’re giving him. His face goes from ecstatic to reverent, his fingers tracing your features. You’ll get off him soon, get him something to drink and lay with him until you’re both hard and wet again, but right now he’s looking at you like you hung the moon and it fills you with warmth.

“I…” he starts, then stops like he thinks better of it. 

“Hm?” you ask, feeling him soften but still holding him between your thighs.

“I remembered you,” he said softly, his other hand coming up to stroke along your spine. Your brow furrows at the statement, so he continues.

“I was coming down off the high that day you came to my trailer, and I remembered something. You were on set with us, in the back I think. I wasn’t paying attention. But you were making jokes with the mocap guys and we were waiting for something, some new line or other bullshit, and I started watching you. And you were…so funny, and cute, and hard-working and fun.”

Your breath caught, his eyes getting a little unfocused as he remembers. You do too, you got so bored on 5 that you would mess around with the mocap guys just to have someone to talk to. You didn’t think anyone noticed.

“After that, every time I went on set I looked for you. Sometimes you were there, sometimes you weren’t, but when you were I couldn’t fucking concentrate. I'd hear you talking about a new art exhibit, or some indie film you saw, and it made me want to see it too. Just so I could talk to you about it.” He looks you dead in the eyes now, as present as as serious as he can be. “I don’t fuck people I work with, it’s always a bad idea, but I wanted you. I remembered wanting you and telling myself I wasn’t allowed to have that because it would fuck you over. A Dieter Bravo fling that would follow you forever.” The admission raises the hair on the back of your neck.

“I still don’t remember that night. I must have done so much shit I was barely a person. But I remember before, and I remember after they told us half the crew got let go I thought they were doing you a favor. Before I got mixed up with you.” His head thumps back on the pillow, eyes locking on the ceiling. 

“I’m still sorry, for that night. I thought…I thought I was good to the people I took to bed. I’m not so sure now.”

You tilt Dieter’s chin down to kiss, letting your lips play a soft game of give and take, caressing and breathing each other in. 

“You’re not a bad person. And I’m sure you were good to many others. You’ve been so good to me right now.” The admission lets him relax his shoulders. He wraps you in his thick arms, rolling you over as he slips out of you. Now it’s your turn to trace your fingers across his wide back, feel the weight of his body surround you.

"I'd like to keep doing that," he says, his hair a wild mess, eyes dancing over your features. "I think..." You watch him contemplate what he wants to say next, pulling his lip between his teeth and worrying at it. You bring your thumb up and tug it away from him and he smiles down at you. He kisses your shoulder, up your neck, and then confesses in your ear:

“I think I could fall for you.”

The words throw your heart into overdrive, a lump forming in your throat as he presses his forehead against you. You know he expects rejection, for the bile of the past to still be simmering in your gut. There are words you could say that scare you how much you feel them, but you want to be real in this moment. You hadn’t sugar-coated anything so far, now is not the time to do so.

“I’d like to see where this leads us,” you answer back. In it is hope, and desire, and maybe a response to what he said in not so powerful words. He squeezes you tight, a smile against your skin.

The next hour starts with kisses that grow hungrier, Dieter’s mouth traveling down your body to worship your breasts and pull another orgasm out of you with his fingers, lubricated by his cum and your arousal. Once you’re not shaking anymore he throws both of your legs over his shoulders and eats you out until you cum on his beautiful tongue again, threatening to keep going until you scramble up the bed away from him.

He makes grilled cheese sandwiches at one am, smiling at you sporting one of his well-worn t-shirts while sitting on the kitchen table. You take the time to admire his pert bottom in the tiniest, most obnoxiously neon green boxer briefs you've ever seen. His smile, even when he's not looking at you, is bashful and secret. You sigh when his fingers dance along your thighs as he licks buttery crumbs from his lower lip. A thank you kiss grows into him taking you back to bed, laying you out and sliding into your cunt with a series of curses. He lasts this time, holding your hips as he snaps into your core, the strain of his muscles and the bliss on his face beautiful in the depths of the night. When you wrap your smaller hand around his throat he loses himself rutting into you. He cums buried inside you, head in the crook of your neck and hands around your thighs and the small of your back. You hear him pant something indistinct, something soft and not truly for your ears yet, before his fingers find your clit and glide you through another orgasm around his softening cock. 

After you both clean yourselves up, he pulls back the duvet and slides between the ungodly high thread count sheets. His hand lays on the other side of the bed, a question.

You answer by sliding in next to him, placing your head on his shoulder and letting him pull you into his body. The steady cadence of his breath lulls you into sleep.

EXT. PROPERTY GATES - DAY (DAWN)

You are unwashed, in a spare set of clothing you dug out of the back of your car as you supervise the final key handover to the homeowner. He’s pleased with the state everything is left in, the grounds clean and well kept, the home just as he left it. You shake hands on it and head to your car, parked just outside the gates.

Ronna meets you, confirming that all is well and done with the location.

“Just on to post now,” you say, smiling and trying not to wring your hands or look desperate. 

“I think they’ll have plenty to work with,” she agrees, adjusting her jacket around her frame. You smile and nod, opening your mouth to spill what you’ve been feeling. That this was the best project you’ve ever worked on. That you hope she’ll keep you in mind for future projects. That you’re looking forward to the long career ahead of her and how much you’d like to be part of it.

She beats you to it.

“I’m going to be doing a lot of press junkets for this movie, but I’m also scouting out new projects. A colleague of mine, a screenwriter, just got the exclusive rights to a French period novel, some gothic elements but a little more modern. I’ve got some ideas for it if you’re available to discuss over lunch?” 

Your heart is so full you might burst. You confirm the date and time and see Ronna off before you head to your car. You want to skip and jump and run laps around the estate, no matter how many miles that is. Everything feels like it’s moving into a new golden age for you.

Including the man leaning against your car, wearing those sunglasses you hate until he sees you, then they disappear into his pocket.

“Don’t you have a driver?” you ask, and he smirks at you.

“He’s waiting,” Dieter says, tossing his head at the black Mercedes idling close by. He takes your hands in his, smoothing his thumbs over the back of your palms. 

“Ronna give you some good news?” he asks, and you feel like there’s a more pressing question on his tongue.

Where do we go from here?

“We’re talking next week about her new project,” you say, unable to wipe the smile off your face. 

“The French one?” he asks, and you quirk an eyebrow at him. He shrugs.

“I might have also expressed an interest in working with Ronna again.” You let him pull you into his arms, ducking his head to hide the shit-eating grin.

“Dieter Bravo, are you following me to my next job?” you ask with fake salaciousness, brushing your nose against his as he pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and sweet, the perfect amount of passion and kindness that make you a little weak in the knees.

“Well, you did say this role might get me another Oscar, might as well stick around and see what the next project turns out to be.” He leans back against your car, watching you with quiet surety. His confidence is sexier in this light.

“Plus, I really like the art direction,” he teases. You fiddle with the lapels of his light jacket.

“So we’re going to do this?” you ask, and both your insecurities come out to clash against one another.

“Only if you still want me,” Dieter says, tripping over your accompanying words of, “I’ve never had a relationship like this.” You both laugh, meeting each other’s eyes with mirth.

“Well to start, I do. Want you,” you say, and Dieter’s smile could be seen from space, it’s so bright. He kisses you again, playful and light. “The logistics give me the cold sweats though. Never done something this, you know, complicated.” At this Dieter’s brow furrows.

“Where are you when you’re not on set?” he asks.

“Hotels, short-term rentals, that sort of thing,” you answer. Not a glamorous life, but one you enjoy even with the nomadic aspect.

“Oh. That’s easy then. You stay with me.” He says it like he’s offering you the other half of a sandwich, not asking you to move in with him. Your mouth drops open, stuttering in surprise.

“I can’t…we should, it’s way too early, I don’t…I don’t want…you’ll hate that,” you stutter, and Dieter’s smile is so calming for a man who can stress you out to no end.

“Hey, it’s okay. There's plenty of room. And we won't always be there together. You'll be on projects, I'll be on projects. Maybe together, maybe not." His hands are back to the soothing circles on your palms. "But if we're not working, I'd like to have you in my home. Have a place for you to stay where you're wanted." His eyes search your face, which must be gobsmacked because he takes both your shoulders into his hands.

"Do you trust me?” he asks. 

What a loaded fucking question.

Three months ago the answer would have been a hard no. Not with your pleasure, or your feelings, or even with your basic consideration. Now, kind-eyed and open in front of you, the only thing you can imagine is…

“Yeah, yeah I guess I do.”

That’s followed with another kiss, short and sweet.

“Then let’s try to make this work.”

With the world at your feet, this man in your arms, and the excitement of the road before you, it all seems possible.

“Okay Bravo, then take me home.”

And he does.

END || PREVIOUS

Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who came along for this wild ride. It was a ton of fun to explore a story that pulled in so many of my interests (including Dieter, that messy raccoon man) and share them with all you amazing people. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblobbled and were generally fantastic. To many more stories!

EPILOGUE

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[waynes-multiverse]

Creature Of The Night

Square: Role Play @anyfandomgoesbingo​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: When her car breaks down on a dark lonely road, she is lucky a handsome stranger takes her in. Grateful, she is willing to do anything to repay his kindness.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: +18!!!, smut: role play, slight dom/sub vibes, mentions of virginity, fingering, unprotected p in v, fluff

A/N: Since I traditionally watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show on Halloween, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack all week and well, “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me” inspired something. So without further ado, Lord Winchester is here to thrill, chill & fulfill you!

The wind howled lowly, leaves rustling around her as she stood on the porch of the giant Victorian mansion. Her whole body shivered, her wet clothes and hair sticking to her skin as she held a newspaper over her head to shield her from the drizzle. She pounded the golden lion head door knocker thrice against the mahogany wood and stepped back, waiting for an answer. It was long past midnight, feeling a little hopeless someone was living in the old home at all.

Thunder echoed through the quiet woods, lightning illuminating the night sky briefly as the door finally swung open, a young man with hypnotizing green eyes suddenly standing before her. He was wearing a deep plum velvet robe, his bare broad chest flickering through the material, a tumbler with whiskey in his hand, his smile broadening to a smirk when he saw the young woman quivering on his doorstep. She was beautiful, skin magically glistening with raindrops, the short wet dress almost see-through, her lips blue from the cold.

“How may I help you, Miss-,” he stopped short, waiting for her to fill in the blank, his smile never faltering.

“Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry to disturb you so late, sir,” she stuttered, rubbing her arms to warm herself up a little. “It’s just… my-, my car broke down the road and your house was the closest. I was hoping you’d let me use your phone, so I could call for some assistance?”

The corners of his mouth rose to a sly smirk, leisurely taking a sip from his drink. “Storm took out the phone line, but you’re welcome to wait the night out here, Ms. Y/L/N. Wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you freezing herself to death in the darkness.”

She smiled gratefully at him as he led her inside the stunning foyer of his mansion. “Thank you so much, sir, for letting me stay here. That’s awfully kind of you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sure you can find a way to repay that kindness somehow,” he replied with a cunning smile and winked at her, making her cheeks blush to a warm rosy-red even though the rest of her body was still freezing and trembling. “Let’s get you warmed up first, sweetheart.”

The handsome man guided her to the huge living room, where a fire was crackling in the hearth, immediate warmth engulfing her as she entered. He gestured for her to sit down on the couch and grabbed a blanket, gently placing it over her shoulders. He then moved to the drink cart to refill his drink and snatched a second tumbler for her as well. Her eyes curiously roamed the Victorian mansion; big oil paintings in golden frames, expensive vases and statues, and crystal chandeliers decorated the tall walls and high ceiling.

“You have a beautiful home, Mister-,” she trailed off, realizing she didn’t even know his name yet.

“Lord Winchester, but Dean is fine,” he smiled and handed her her drink, nursing his own.

Shakily, she took the drink and guided the glass rim to her lips, the alcohol warming her up a little. She couldn’t help but stare at the mysterious man in front of her as he sat down on an armchair next to the fireplace. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, taking her breath away with the simplest of smiles, getting lost in a sea of perfect green as she gazed into his eyes.

He cleared his throat slightly to rip her from her trance, smirking internally at her noticeable stares and the effect he seemed to have on her by just existing. “So, what brings you here into town, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Call me Y/N. The other sounds so formal,” she told him, a bit flustered at the way he kept looking at her – like she was his prey, his next meal. The thought alone made her only quiver more, heat rushing through her veins and down to her core. She usually wasn’t the type to hook up with strange men, or men at all, but she’d make an exception for the charming man in front of her.

“Y/N, beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he hummed, chuckling softly when her cheeks flushed anew.

“I was in the next town over, visiting my sister for the holidays before I got stuck here,” she explained, clutching the glass tightly in her hands.

“Well, you’re lucky you got stuck on my road, sweetheart. Not many neighbors around here. You could’ve frozen to death in this harrowing weather,” he said, his voice deep and gruff.

“Yes, thank you again for letting me stay here, sir. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t opened the door,” she blushed.

He licked his lips as his emerald orbs roamed her body, seeing how she pressed her thighs together tightly, clearly aroused by his presence. His cock twitched underneath his robe at the sight of her, but he wanted her to warm up a little before he had her shaking underneath him again.

Emptying his glass, he stood up and sauntered to the drink cart once more to refill it. “Are you hungry, sweetheart? My cook has already left for the night, but there are still some leftovers if you fancy meatloaf,” he offered her kindly.

“Not hungry, sir. Thank you. Not for food, anyway.”

He spun slowly around on his heel at her words, his eyes watching her chew on her bottom lip insecurely. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. Me neither,” a smirk tugged on the corners of his mouth.

With a few large steps, he stood in front of her and held his palm open for her to take, placing his tumbler down on the antique coffee table. He helped her stand up, his fingertips softly brushing the blanket off her naked shoulders, letting it fall back onto the couch. “So, about that repayment of yours… what did you have in mind, sweet girl?” he prompted her, his thumb ghosting along her cheekbone.

“Anything you want, sir. I’m so grateful to you. I’d do anything. Anything at all,” she replied, gazing up sweetly at him through her lashes. The tip of her tongue licked softly at the pad of his thumb when it reached her lower lip.

“Anything, huh?” His lips moved to her neck, softly sucking on her pulse point until she whimpered.

“Yes, sir, anything… it’s just… I’ve never done much of anything at all,” she confessed, biting down on her bottom lip, feeling a little ashamed.

He smiled endearingly at her, “That’s okay, sweetheart. I got you. As long as you’re willing to learn, I’m willing to teach.”

“More than willing, sir,” she nodded eagerly.

He smirked devilishly, yet his voice was calm and soft, “Look at you, poor thing. Your clothes are still wet. You’re gonna catch a cold.” He gently brushed her long hair to her back, his fingers trailing down her neck to the straps of her dress, pushing them down her shoulders one by one until her dress fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles. She was completely naked underneath – no bra, no panties, standing fully bare in front of him.

Her soft, pink buds stood upright from the cold, her smooth skin littering with goosebumps as he cupped one of her breasts in his large hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers. “You wanna be dirty, sweet angel?” he rasped, lifting her chin with his fingers to look up at him.

“Yes, sir. I wanna be dirty,” she breathed wobbly, melting at his hot touch.

He removed his fingers from her body and untied his robe slowly, allowing the velvet material to fall to the hardwood flooring. He stood before her in all his glory, his length standing tall and proud. His fingers wrapped around the base of his hard cock, fisting it with a lazy smirk on his lips. She gasped when she saw how big and thick he was, feeling her slick drip down her thighs at the thought of taking his whole shaft into her tight, little pussy and the way it’d stretch her open, making her still feel it in the early morning hours.

“Like what you see?” he asked, pumping his length seductively for her.

Her mouth watered at the sight, “Yes, sir. So big, so thick, so perfect.”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” She nodded and he took a few steps closer to her, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue licked softly on her bottom lip, darting inside her mouth as she granted him access. His cock rubbed between her thighs as they kissed, his hands cupping her neck to tug her closer to his body heat.

He pushed her backward until she was seated on the couch, softly laying her down as he hovered above her. His lips wandered down, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over her body until his tongue reached her folds. He swiped two fingers through her slick, humming as he licked her sweet juices off his digits. “You taste heavenly, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Need to break you open with my fingers first. Get you ready for my big cock,” he whispered into her ear, his voice like a soothing melody.

“Yes, please, sir. I’d like that,” she agreed with a slight swallow.

He kissed her, deepening the kiss to a harsh and rough one as his fingers started to circle her clit. She moaned into the kiss as he plunged them into her tight channel, feeling her walls squeeze around them as he curled and scissored them inside her. She was so wet, so tight, so innocent, so magnificent, responding to his smallest touch, bending whatever way he wanted her to.

Sucking her breast into his mouth, he rolled his tongue over her bud, tenderly nibbling on it with his teeth. She smelled like vanilla, fall, and rain, her hair still slightly damp as he combed his fingers through it. A few more skillful thrusts in and out of her pussy, a few more sucks on her tits, and his palm rubbing deliciously against her sensitive nub had her trembling underneath him. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she came on his fingers, coating him in her slick, little moans of pleasure falling off her lips.

“Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?” he asked, peppering her mouth with kisses in between as she calmed down, her breathing still labored.

“Yes, sir. I want more. More, more, more,” she urged him eagerly, sitting up a little. Her hands reached for his cock, peachy lips parted in anticipation of finally getting to taste him. Drooling at the sight of his throbbing member, the vein was thick and pronounced, his tip pink and velvety smooth, leaking with precum and ready to burst any second.

He stopped her, however, with a soft and amused shake of his head. “I’m sorry, love. Maybe later. I need to bury myself in that amazing cunt of yours right now,” he husked and pressed her softly down into the cushions of the couch. He threaded his cock through her slick, lining himself up at her entrance before their gazes met. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir. Please, touch me,” she begged with an avid nod. Her mouth flew open, drawing in a sharp breath as he pushed an inch of his thick cock inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing over his perky ass as he pushed further in, giving her time to adjust to his impressive length in between.

“Sssh, breathe for me, sweetheart,” he soothed her, gently caressing her cheeks when he was fully seated in her warmth. “You’re beautiful,” he told her with a kiss on her lips. “So beautiful.”

“Please move, sir. I need you. I need you to fuck me hard. Make me sore, so I’ll never forget this night,” she gasped pleadingly.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he smirked and moved his hips. He went tremendously slow at first, torturing her with each drag of his cock through her walls before picking up the pace until he pounded and slammed into her mercilessly.

“Oh, fuck! So good,” she cried out breathlessly. “You fill me up so good, Lord Winchester.”

“Your pussy is taking me so well, sweetheart,” he muttered into the crook of her neck and placed one leg over his shoulder, going impossibly deeper as he bent her in half until he hit her cervix. “Look, how she’s sucking my cock in like she was fucking made for me… such a good girl… so perfect,” he praised her, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe.

“Fuck,” she panted, feeling the coil in her stomach tighten with each thrust, his pelvic bone scratching preciously against her clit.

“Ready to cum on my cock, sweetheart? Cum for me,” he ordered her, his deep voice husky and strained, sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes, yes, I’m gonna… ffff-fuck,” she moaned. Her walls pulsated around him as her back arched into the soft cushions of the couch.

Slowing his movements a little, he gave her time to ride through her orgasm before starting to chase his own release with a few hard and sloppy thrusts. His shoulders quivered, his whole body tensed with a primal grunt as he spilled his seed inside her cunt and coated her walls in white cream.

He held himself up on his elbows next to her face for a moment, just gazing at her gorgeous face before he pulled out and lay down behind her, snuggling her frame into his. He grabbed the blanket and covered them, kissing her shoulder blade softly as blissful sighs left both their lips.

The early morning sun rays wound their way through the thick curtains, reaching their smiling faces, the rain outside long gone. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered and kissed her temple.

“I love you too, Lord Winchester,” she giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “We should leave Sam behind in the bunker more often and go on these haunted house hunts alone all the time.”

“We really should,” her boyfriend agreed and kissed her lips, once, twice. “That robe was fantastic. I need one of those for the bunker,” he beamed.

“When is the family coming back again?”

“At noon. We got a few more hours. Plenty of time to go another round,” he wiggled his eyebrows, a goofy smile on his full lips.

“Want me to play a virgin again?” she bit her lip, suppressing a giggle.

“Oh, I think that ship has now definitely sailed at this point, sweetheart,” he chuckled and pulled her face close for a deep kiss. “But A+ acting on your part. You don’t even have a sister.”

“Thank you, my lord. It’s called method acting. Helps to give your character a deep background story. And if you remember, I don’t have a car either,” she grinned.

He laughed, the creases around his eyes rising. “I remember… Hey, maybe you can be a maid next round? It’s awfully dusty in here,” he said in a fake posh voice.

“Fine, but you freeze your ass off on the porch this time,” she huffed playfully.

“Deal.”

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