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vermillionsappho · 7 months

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Miss Americana | Ellie Williams x Reader

MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER ONE

"They whisper in the hallway, 'She's a bad, bad girl.'"

-Y/N has always been a good girl, practically the picture of what it means to be an all-american girl, with her perfect, all-american boyfriend and life. She's never strayed from the path others expect of her; but after meeting Ellie Williams, the girl the people in her town whisper about, her life begins to change dramatically.

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Content Warning: cursing, drug use, sexual harassment, mentions of anxiety, threats, lmk if I left anything out!

Semi-proofread <3

You grin when you hear the loud bass of music coming from the Charger as it pulls onto the field. Grayson, your boyfriend hops out of the car, wide smile on his perfect face.

You giggle and take off, dropping your pom poms and running into his strong arms, as he lifts you up.

“What’s up baby?” He asks against your ear, and you giggle again before pouting.

“Missed you these last couple of days…how’s your training going?” You ask as he puts you down and he crosses his arms with a cocky grin.

“I mean, it’s going fucking good! Just can’t wait for the damn season to start.” He says, excited and you smile.

“We have a long summer before then.” You say simply and he nods.

“A long, hard summer. How’s your pom pom throwing and girl catching practice going?” He asks with a goofy grin, and you playfully push him.

“You’re so silly! But it was going well until you showed up and started distracting me.” You say, grinning up at him and he shrugs his shoulders.

Your best friend, Olivia, walks up behind you two with her hands on her hips.

“What are you even here for anyways?” She asks and he dramatically leans against his car.

“Well, since I’m the all-powerful, very famous and talented future quarterback for the biggest college in the state…I just thought I should invite my very pretty and talented girlfriend to this super awesome college party tonight.” He says, voice tinted with a drawl in a dramatic way, and you squeal.

It’s not like you haven’t been to a couple of small-town college parties before, but Grayson wasn’t lying- he truly is the one of the most famous football players in the state, already on the road for college football fame before his first official college game could even start. Not to mention, the university was huge and super freaking famous because of sports, so you definitely had a reason to be excited.

“Wow, that’s so cool! Thanks for inviting me.” You chirp, happily hugging him and he chuckles.

“I couldn’t show up to the hottest party of the year without the hottest girl by my side.” He says and you smile at him before turning to Olivia.

“Okay…practice is so canceled.” You say and she gasps, putting her pom poms on the ground.

“You can’t be serious! We need to whip these girls into shape or they’re gonna be a mess when we leave for college…you can’t cancel the rest of practice!” Olivia complains with a whine, and you fold your arms in fake annoyance.

“I mean, we need time to get ready since it’s almost six already.” You say and her jaw drops.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” She asks and you smile coyly at her.

“There’s no way I’m going to that party without you…girl let’s ditch this practice.” You say, pleading a little bit and she rolls her eyes.

“Fine, I can never say no to you. Losers, go home, the rest of practice is canceled!” She calls out, and the rest of the cheerleaders begin to disperse, grabbing their things.

You both walk back towards Grayson, who’s still leaning against his car.

“Fancy giving us a ride?”

Your hair is put up into a pretty ponytail, a few misplaced hair gracing your forehead. Your lips are pronounced from the cherry red lipstick, and when the car finally parks, you turn to the back where Olivia and another friend of Grayson’s sits.

“Do I look pretty?” You ask, a shy smile on your face when Olivia gives you a thumbs up.

“Always! Come on girl, let's go.” She says, and you both get out of the car.

The warm, summer air hits your skin like a kiss, and you pull down your mini skirt and slightly cropped t-shirt. Grayson and his friend, Jack finally get out of the car, and Grayson wraps his arm around your shoulders as you begin to walk towards the steps of the frat house. Outside, there’s crowds of people outside, smoking, drinking and talking, and Grayson notices a few familiar faces as he stops to talk to them.

“Gray…I’m gonna head inside, get a soda or something.” You inform him, and he barely even nods at you. You walk inside by yourself, the loud music, sounds and smells hitting you. You immediately try to push your way into the kitchen, trying to find something other than shitty alcohol. In the corner of your eye, there’s a girl leaning up against the counter, red solo cup in her hand. She’s…pretty, in a masculine way; sporting a short, mullet-like haircut. She’s wearing a wife beater and a red button up, the sleeves rolled up to show off her toned arms and intricate tattoo.

As you survey her, her eyes meet yours, and a weird feeling flows over you. You break eye contact and bend down, dipping your hand into a cooler to pull out a cold water. As you start to stand up straight, you feel a presence behind you, and you whip around, startled as your face to face with an unknown guy.

“Nice panties.” The guy snickers, and your face heats up. You start to speak, but your words come out in a jumbled mess, so you just ignore him and push past the guy, but his hand yanks your arm back.

“Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you, don’t walk away from me.” He says, and your body grows cold as you try to yank your arm back.

“I don’t want to talk, I have a boyfriend, please let go!” You whimper in pain, and the guy grips harder, before stepping closer to you.

“Yeah? And where’s he at? ‘Cause he’s pretty fuckin’ stupid for leaving his pretty little girlfriend here all by herself.” He mutters and you yelp and try to yank back again. “Want me to take you home? I’ll treat you so good.” He whispers, and you don’t notice the pretty girl move from her place on the counter because you’re so fucking terrified.

“Back the fuck off, dude. She said she’s gotta boyfriend.” A raspy, low, but feminine voice says, jolting you out of your fear.

“And what are you? The boyfriend? Get the fuck outta here, we’re talking.” The guy says, voice gruff and the girl comes from around the Island, leaning against the counter. As she leans against the counter, you can see a small metallic glint peeking out of her pocket.

“Don’t be fucking stupid, asshole. Leave the girl alone.” She says lowly, a dangerous tilt in her voice and the guy finally let's go of your arm, to your relief and you back up against the wall as you watch him step to the girl.

“Or what? You gonna hit me?” He asks sarcastically and she smoothly reaches into her pocket and flips out a switchblade and your eyes widen.

“C’mon, dude. It wasn’t even that serious.” The guy says frantically and the girl chuckles, before closing the blade.

“Hmm, yeah, that’s what I thought. You better get out of here…” She says, and the threat hangs in the air, even as she slips the knife back in her pocket. The asshole walks away tensely, sneaking another gross look at you before stepping away finally.

You exhale heavily, feeling the anxiety melt off of you as he leaves, and you finally meet the girl’s eyes again.

“Thanks…for that.” You utter softly and she smiles, a crooked smile, before tilting her head at you.

“It’s nothin’, the dude was a creep.” She says simply and you nod, twiddling with your perfectly manicured fingers.

“You alright?” She questions and you sigh and shake your head. There are a million things running through your head right now, and you’re completely perturbed by that creepy ass guy so you’re definitely not feeling the party anymore.

“Do you wanna…do you want to get some air with me? I came here with my boyfriend, but I haven’t seen him since we came and…I feel weird.” You ramble nervously, and she brushes one of the many stray auburn hairs from her face, face unreadable.

“Yeah, why not.” She says, shrugging her shoulders, walking past you and you follow behind her like a little puppy.

Once you're outside, she props herself against the hot brick wall, and you watch her as she reaches into the pocket of her button up to pull out a joint. She wordlessly lights it and places it between her scarred, pink lips; you watch her as if you’re under a spell, looking away when she finally exhales the smoke and glances at you.

“Wanna hit?” She offers and you awkwardly chuckle and look down, embarrassed.

“I don’t- I’ve never…smoked before or anything like that. I wouldn’t know how.” You say, voice quiet and she walks over to where you’re standing and holds the joint out.

“It’s okay, I’ll tell you how to do it. It’ll calm you down.” She says and you blink up at her. She gently moves your chin up, before tapping on it. “Open…and you just breathe it in, real easy. Then you hold it, like you’re taking a deep breath, and exhale it out.” She whispers, placing the joint in your open mouth, to which you struggle, but manage to follow her instructions, successfully taking a hit of the joint.

“Atta girl…” She smiles, before taking the joint from your lips and putting it between her own again, looking in your eyes as she does so, and for some reason, it makes you feel dizzy; or maybe that’s just the weed talking.

Then, the back door opens, revealing Grayson, who’s eyes widen.

“Shit, Ellie, you got my girlfriend high?” He complains and Ellie (?) shrugs her shoulders.

“We were just talking dude, can’t have just anybody smoking my shit.” Ellie says casually, blowing smoke out and Grayson has a look on his face that you can’t decipher.

“Talking about what?” He questions, coming to pull your arm gently, his body and jaw tense.

“Just small talk. I came out here for a smoke, and she came out here for some fresh air…nothing deep or serious. Anyways, I’m heading out, I got some shit to handle.” Ellie says, meeting your eyes and giving you a small smile before heading out of the door. When she’s finally gone, Grayson drops your hand and turns to face you, eyebrows furrowed.

“You shouldn’t hang around people like her, Y/n. Ellie’s not good company to keep.” He says hardly and you stare at him in confusion.

“It was just one small conversation…and why not? She’s just some girl.” You say, a little irritated but intrigued.

“She’s a low life drug dealer, that’s what she is…and she’s a freak and I don’t want to catch you hanging around her anymore, got it?” He mutters angrily and your lips move into a hard line.

“Yeah, got it, Grayson...fine. Can we go now, please?” You ask, voice tired, and he swings his arm over your shoulders.

“What? No, are you insane? The party just freaking started.” He says with a chuckle, leading you back into the party, much to your dismay.

This was going to be a long night.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Tbh not sure how I feel about my writing on this chapter so far :( but I'm excited about where I'm heading with this story, and it's my first attempt at a series soooo I'm being positive lol

But chapter 2 should be otw soon, let me know if you enjoyed chapter one!

As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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yet another prompt from my bestie’s ask: drum roll please (pun intended)… here’s drummer!Rafe

The road to stardom is wild and loud, full of flashing lights and cheering crowds in a new city every night. It's also full of distractions that come in various shapes and colours, whether that be liquor bottles, a white powdery substance, or the endless line of groupies. Rafe and his band are no strangers to indulging in those distractions, the rugged and crazy lifestyle quickly became a part of their rockstar image.

You have a dream to make it big, and to see your name on the silver screen with the generation's greatest. Unfortunately, Hollywood was beyond tough on those who weren't already born within the golden gates. You're a lucky one, with all your hard work and sleepless nights, you go from waitressing and living in a trailer park in L.A. to living comfortably in your dream home with a resume that just keeps getting longer and longer.

You meet Rafe at a mutual friend's party. You've been close with one of his bandmates for a little while, and finally got the opportunity to meet the rest of them.

Your first impressions are awful, to say the least: you were excited to meet the drummer of the famed rock band and have been staring at him all night, working up the courage one smidge at a time. When he slips out the balcony doors, you take your chance.

Rafe's leaning over the railing, cigarette hanging from between his fingers as he types on his phone. When you step beside him, he glances at you, blue eyes lazily dragging over your figure.

"I thought groupies weren't allowed in here."

You stand there dumbfounded, jaw on the floor as he blows the smoke.

"I'm not—"

He cuts you off with a heavy sigh, "don't tell me you're a friend of a friend, or a classmate from childhood, or someone's long-distance girlfriend. I've heard it all, trust me."

You cross your arms, heat filling your chest, "Do you talk to everyone like that?"

"Just those who deserve it." His voice is low, "Beat it, sweetheart. You don't want to get thrown out and risk ruining that pretty dress, now do you?"

You don't know what his problem was. For someone so loved and adored, he was a fucking asshole. You supposed that's the lovely work of PR teams, they can make even the cruellest monsters into angels. Hell, even your team worked tirelessly to maintain your image.

"You're still here? Don't you have a security guard to blow, or a tour bus to break into?" He asks condescendingly, hair falling over his forehead as he leans down, studying you with that stupid smirk. “Who are you fucking, huh? Is it one of the desperate socialites, or the wannabe models?”

His laugh breaks into a shout when your drink splashes on his face, the alcohol dripping down his chin to his chains and silk blue shirt, "what the fuck—"

You don't stay long enough to hear his curses and return to the penthouse, promising yourself to never speak to him again.

I'm sensing... hate fucking: his hand is over your mouth and you're pressed against the tiled wall, dress hiked up and legs around his waist. The party rages on inside the club, hopefully still lively enough that no one will notice your absence. Tonight was for you to celebrate your first big award win, you didn't know Rafe was coming with your mutual friend, and you'd die before admitting that you're glad he did.

You can't help your moans, his cock effortlessly hitting your sweet spot with every rock. He fills you so deeply, stretching your hole with his fat girth, and it pains you to know that he's ruined you for anyone else. You just know you'll be a limping mess.

"Shut up. God, you never fucking shut up." He grunts, his hand falling to your throat, "You wanna get caught? Want everyone to know you're fucking a... what is it you called me?"

He grinds into you and you gasp, gaze locked on his lips. He was a great kisser, the best you've ever had, but you'd never tell him that, just like how you refused to ask for another.

"A-An ungrateful prick."

His eyes gleamed dangerously, sweat brimming at his brow, "Yeah, that's it. I bet you're grateful I didn't leave when you told me to."

He keeps you pinned to the wall with his hips and his other hand slips where you meet. His skillful fingers toy with your needy bundle and your body convulses, your juices nearly dripping down his length.

"And you said I never shut up."

A harsh slap lands on your clit and your choked whimper turns into a loud whine when he repeats the action again, harder this time. The lewd sounds of your wetness bounce off the washroom walls. If you had any shame left, it was gone now, tucked in his pocket with your torn underwear.

"You'll be on your knees and thanking me by the end of the night. I can promise you that."

I can only imagine how nasty drummer!Rafe is 😮‍💨 the kinks, the spitting, the choking, the messy "let me fuck my cum back into you," the tasteful nude polaroids, and wiping your tears when you cum so hard you cry, "that's it. let it out, baby. such a good girl for daddy."

Can't forget about the disgusting lyrics he'd write about you (ofc there are sweet ones too but that's not until later), telling the whole world how much he loves the way you taste and feel, how you're his filthy little angel and that you bring him closer to heaven with your body.

Oh the sexting !! When he's on tour and you're working, it's hard to make time for each other. Sometimes he'll send you a picture of his hard bulge through his jeans with a cheeky "wish you were here." When you win another big award (and inevitably become a style icon overnight bc of your dress), he sends flowers, cute lil note, and ofc, a nut video with sound 😌 "the next time I see you, I'm fucking you in that dress."

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kanmom51 · 10 months

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Feels appropriate today, doesn't it?

cr./@abtjikook

Did we mention that 8 July was 2800 days count from 8 November 2015?

And today we have the book spoilers.

I have sinned, I admit it. Could not wait to next week for my book to arrive and went and read the spoiler pages.

The way they talk about that trip.

We get confirmation that it was ever ONLY about the two of them.

We get confirmation that this trip meant EVERYTHING to them.

Not like we didn't know that already. But it's nice to hear it once again from the horse's mouth, so to speak.

The joy JK got from those little supposedly insignificant moments. Staying up all night because JM was looking through his phone, walking the streets and JM's feet hurting.

Do we see the connecting thread here?

Well, beyond it all being about the one person he also made the star of his creation - JM.

It's all about the mundane!!

They got to be a couple. Alone. Outside of their idol lives. Well, tried their best. And the gift of anonymity with their Halloween costumes. This was just what they needed.

So this trip, it wasn't about a start of a relationship (let's be real, they were 2 years into the relationship at that point). This trip was about them trying to be 'normal' human beings, a 'normal' couple, doing the 'normal' things couples do. No security, no managers, no fans (well they wanted that). Just being themselves together doing the mundane.

All of this isn't happening in a vacuum either. It's happening when they are struggling with their fame and life decisions (some of which were made when they were very very young).

Mundane.

A word I mentioned before too.

Because that's what gave them joy in this trip.

Because discovering that everything you felt for each other also survives that test, the test of being a 'regular', 'normal' couple. That is EVERYTHING.

Take all of that and add the effort that JK went to with arranging the trip. Paying for it. The timing (just almost their 2 year anniversary), the room number choice.

So yes, we get the significance of GCFT. And the significance of it's release date: 8/11/2017.

Do we remember JK's excitement one GCF Tokyo was uploaded?

Almost 6 years on, reading those lines, and JK's choice for GCFT kind of hits you hard, doesn't it?

I woke up pissed off today And lately everyone feels fake Somewhere, I lost a piece of me Smoking cigarettes on balconies But I can't do this alone Sometimes I just need a light If I call you on the phone Need you on the other side So when your tears roll down your pillow like a river I'll be there for you I'll be there for you When you're screaming, but they only hear you whisper I'll be loud for you But you gotta be there for me too But you gotta be there for me too Last year took a toll on me But I made it with you next to me Around the world and back again I hope you're waiting at the end But I can't do this alone Sometimes I just need a light If I call you on the phone Need you on the other side So when your tears roll down your pillow like a river I'll be there for you I'll be there for you When you're screaming, but they only hear you whisper I'll be loud for you I'll be loud for you I got you, I promise But let me be honest Love is a road that goes both ways When your tears roll down your pillow like a river I'll be there for you But you gotta be there for me too But you gotta be there for me too Boy, I'm holdin' onto something Won't let go of you for nothing I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you There was a time that I was so blue What I got to do to show you? I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you Said, I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you But you gotta be there for me too But you gotta be there for me too

And then you take Letter

Baby, don't leave, just stay with me, yeah To you who saw me greater than my little self (to you) So that I can only deliver as much as I received (Uh-oh) So that I can keep my word (Uh-oh) Don't worry, just stay by your side, yeah Because I don't know what days awaits us (Yeah) I'm scared even though it looks like it (Uh-oh) Don't forget to always say "together" (don't forget)

JM's reply?

I absolutely adore these young men.

I am still to read the book. Can't wait. I'm sure there will be more to add. But at this point, from the few pages shared, I think it's also safe to say that 2018 issues were not about their relationship. Far from it.

They were struggling with themselves. Adjusting to stardom. As much as they wanted the success, as much as they wanted it all, when that dream became a reality is when it hit them that being a star, being famous, being successful, it comes with a price. And that price is at times hard to accept, hard to digest, hard to adjust to and to some impossible to live with. And that is what they were going through. What next? How far? How long? How much? Is this what I really want to do with my life? What price? Is it worth the price? Each of them dealing with it in their own way. JM and JK there for each other, helping each other through it all.

#Jungkook #JK #Jimin #JM #Jikook #Minkook #Kookmin #GCFT #Jikook Tokyo

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crookedteethed · 4 months

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RADIO appearance (1) | e.m & s.h

Pairing: Rockstar!EddieMunson x Radiohost Fem Reader x BandManager!SteveHarrington

Summary: You're seemingly going nowhere at your job at Studio 66. You finally get your big break when your boss meets a terrible fate. Given the opportunity to become Mental in the Morning's newest radio host, you embark on a never before experience when you fall into a love triangle between Corroded Coffins, Eddie Munson, and his manager, Steve Harrington, all while trying not to lose yourself to your sudden fame. What will you choose?

Warnings: Cursing, Misogyny, Love Triangle, Sexual harassment in the workplace, eventual smut, Drug and alcohol use, slowburn, mentions of blood, Character death

Authors note: Wanted to give writing on Tumblr a try. Let me know how you like the story and thanks for reading.💗💗 Word count: 2,463

RADIO appearance ⭑ materiel list

Divider credits- @cafekitsune

Circa’ 1991

Spike Van Dyke was an idiot.

He was the type to ask you for the time, even though he had a shiny metal Rolex banded around his wrist, just to purely get on your nerves. Spike was the type of person to play obnoxious clown honks and buzzers on his morning radio show as hungover parents rushed their children off to school in their minivans or Subarus. Spike also was the person to ask you if you were "Mental in the Morning?!" And if you weren't, you would get sprayed with silly string and get kicked in the tush.

Spike didn't like me; well, he acted like he didn't like me. Said I had the type of looks that made a freight train take a dirt road, per se, compared to Candace "Candi" Jones.

Here comes the sad part. My family says it's sad, but I like to think otherwise: After being told I wasn't good enough, I didn't quit. Anyone with an ounce of self-respect in their bones and dignity in their gut would quit after being told they weren't good enough, but I stayed. I've been Spike's humbled assistant for four years now—not like he needed one, though.

Despite being obnoxious and sometimes rude, Spike was a low-maintenance guy. A day's work for me is grabbing him bottled water after he's choking on a fly, getting into his mouth from gawking at Candace.

"Metal fucking sucks." The sound of a crowd booing and then a loud tuba-sounding "Womp womp womp" plays in the background—radio imaging.

Now where was I? Spike Van Dyke was—is—an idiot.

The big and bright “ON AIR” sign lit up my face as I watched from outside Studio 66.

“Now Spike, you aren’t saying that because Corroded Coffin is coming to studio 66 tomorrow, right?” Candice said, a shit-eating grin plastered on her lips. He only kept Candice as the co-host of Mental in the Morning because she once flashed him her big silicon Double D tits at a wet tank top contest he was hosting.

“Oh, that’s a load of bullshit, Candi. And you wanna know why?” “Why?” “You wanna know why that’s bullshit, Candi? Because I hadn’t even heard of crowded coffee—” “Corroded Coffin.” “Until you just brought them up seconds ago.” Spike shrugs, leaning his back in his seat and swinging his feet in his chair because they barely touch the ground.

“I don’t know, Spike, you have a reputation for making your guests mad. Remember when you called Madonna a sellout?”

“She never denied it.”

“And when you called Steven Tyler a creep?”

"That one's true and we all know it."

"Ok, so let me get this straight: are YOU, Spike Van Dyke, going to play nice tomorrow for the Corroded Coffin boys?"

Spike shrugs again. "Depends, Candi, why don't you play one of crowded coffee—" "Corroded Coffin." "Eh.. yeah, why don't you play one of their songs? I'll have my conclusion at the end of the break."

"Welp, you heard it folks, whatever Spike wants, he gets. Here's "Hellmouth" from Corroded Coffin's sophomore album "Mutilation, Sickness, and a Little Death." Make sure you all stay tuned after the break, and also don't forget to stay—"Candice points to Spike, and in his dreadful, languid voice, he says: "Mental in the Morning."

At a click of a button, the dark and muddy strings of Corroded Coffin's "Hellmouth" ring through the speakers of studio 66; by the time the long interlude is over, I only hear a snippet of Munson's throaty singing before Candice and Spike come out of the studio.

The "ON AIR" sign is now turned off, but it's only until the break is over. "That was a good take, guys." I softly say as Candice and Spike leave the studio.

Y'know, when I was five, I dressed up as a brick wall for Halloween--I'd thought it'd be funny. Who knew I'd still be in the same costume fifteen years later? Spike walks straight past me, like the wall I am.

Candice does pay mind to me, leaning beside the same wall as I, looking at the short and stout Spike Van Dyke going straight to his favorite intern--Bonnie, I think her name is--just to mess with her for his shits and giggles.

"Should I start making apology gift baskets now?" I ask her.

She asks. "Maybe he'll have a change of heart this time? You know, I've noticed he hasn't been staring at my breast as much lately. I think that's a sign for something."

"A sign for what?" Now it was my turn to tsk. "That he's finally gone through the lobotomy he so desperately needs?"

I look up at her, and she's laughing. Candice wasn't that much taller than me, but her hot pink stilettos made me look like Stuart Little standing beside her. I join in on the laughter, too. But the joyous moment is cut short when we hear an "eek!" from the intern and see Spike pinching up the ends of her frilly white skirt.

"Poor girl." Candice says. "One day he's going to mess with the wrong person." Candice mutters.

Black and green sludge starts swishing in my body, and I think I will be sick. I watched the intern's skin become extremely pallid, and her eyes turned a shade of fear. Any other time, her skin would be pretty porcelain, like an antique doll you'll find in an upscale market, and her eyes would shine the brightest green.

"I hate to say it, but it's kind of like a rite of passage for the girls of Studio 66 to get hounded by Spike, right?" I hear Candice say from afar; she sees I'm gone when she looks over.

And out of the emergency exit and down three flights of stairs I go, I find myself in front of studio 66, looking out at the crowded streets of New York City, and thinking of Bonnie, the girl with porcelain skin, and Candice, the 5'8 glamazon.

A "Rite of Passage" it was. It wasn't a shocker when Spike liked you; he shows it. He's done it to many women prior before he's done it to Candice, and now he's doing it to Bonnie. Bonnie was just an intern today, but she'll be Spike's new assistant tomorrow. Why hadn't Spike taken a liking to me? Well, according to him, I'm "too boring." I’m simply plain and simple—old, boring Y/N.

I know it's wrong, but how else should I feel? It's not like I wanted to get filled up by Spike; that's disgusting, but if that meant I get to do something at my job or move up a position, then so be it.

Fuck. How would I do that when Spike doesn't even look at me?

Bonnie was about to be promoted while I was off somewhere, filling out yet another job application. Maybe I'll apply to Coney Island. At least then, I'll have the joyous laughter of children or exciting screams from amusement parkgoers to drown my sorrows.

"You have an expressive face." A voice says beside me. I look up at the stranger; his fluffy-looking hair draws my attention away from his face. The warm stink of nicotine fills my nostrils, and I feel the hairs on my body prick the fabric of my clothes. When I relaxed my face, I realized how scrunched tight I had it.

"Jesus, what kind of deep shit are you in, kid?" He asks. He says "kid" as if he and I didn't look remotely close in age.

"You got another one of those?" I say, pointing to the cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth. Without hesitation, he goes into his left boot, pulling out a pack of Camels. I pull out a cigarette--his last one. When I have the cigarette in my mouth, he whips a white lighter with its blazing flames.

"Thanks." I say, my voice almost muffled. I nearly gag from the nicotine as I smoke it.

Cigarettes sucked. They only looked cool as an accessory--accompanied by a cup of coffee and some old French novel. Other times, cigarettes look fantastic when they're used by guys who stare at you so intensely, waiting to hear what you have to say.

"Um--" I freeze; his eyes roll down my body before meeting my eyes again. "It's rude to stare," I say, nerves starting to leave my body as the nicotine seeps in.

"It's rude to leave people hanging." He snaps back. "What's gotten you so pressed?"

I huff, "Spike Van Dyke, that's what."

He hums. "With a name like that, how couldn't he? Did his mother even love him?" I let out a nervous chuckle, somewhat wary about talking to the stranger, but he gave me his last cigarette, which meant he was ok?

"We're in the same boat, y'know?" he says, playing with the cigarette between his fingers.

"He'd hit on your girlfriend or something?" I cock my eyebrow, and I feel a smile form on my lips. "Say he did hit on your girlfriend, and you're here to kick his ass; you wouldn't say anything if I let you in without a badge?"

"No, I'm not here to kick his ass." He breathily laughs. "Your funny." He says. I wasn't joking. I deadpan.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington." He introduces.

Why does the name seem so familiar? I squint my eyes at him.

"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n."

"So, I take it you work here." he points his thump to the building. "At Studio 66?"

"Not for long; I'll be working at Coney Island soon. I could get you tickets, perhaps?

He laughs again, and for the second time, I wasn't joking.

"Yeah, my band--the band I'm managing--you've might've heard of them? Corroded Coffin? I'm here for them."

Something in my brain snaps.

"You're Corroded Coffin's manager." I state that's why his name was so familiar. "You're the one we talked to about the interview."

He nods. "Yep." he drags. "That's me."

"I didn't expect you to be so..."

Good-looking? The good-looking that would make you instantly popular--taking it back to my high school days. Most of the managers I've met in the past have been the Spike Van Dyke type, y'know, bald and plump with deceitful eyes and a deceitful chin and wandering hands.

"Preppy? Not the type to manage a band who sings about war, destruction, doom and misery?"

"Took the words right out of my mouth."

"I'm reminded of it every day." He says, now leaning on the cold brick wall, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his dark blue bomber jacket.

"Your interview isn't until tomorrow." I say.

"Yeah, but I'm here to talk to Spike, that guys an idiot."

As if that still needed to be established.

"I bet you won't say that to his face." I dare.

With a smirk on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes, he took me up on the challenge.

Spike took Steve's comment well, I think.

"Ok, so what do you want me to do?" Spike shrugged.

"All I'm saying is, Corroded Coffin won't do the interview if you're going to be a..."

Steve's eyes met mine. I look at him wide-eyed and boggled, sitting on the edge of my seat beside Spike's desk. Steve jitters a bit, switching all his weight from one foot to another.

"An asshole."

I would've preferred the word "dickhead" instead, but "asshole" is close enough.

"But "asshole" is my brand. If you or Corroded Coffin don't like it, I'm glad to not have you all on my show."

"Should I remind you that we were the ones to get a voicemail from you guys? You're the one that wants us here. My group will be damned if you think we're going to let you disrespect us." To convey his authority, Steve places both hands on his hips. A smirk creeps onto my lips.

Spike squints his eyes, gnawing his teeth. "Who sent you here?" He asks. "Was it that hotshot—what's his name? I forget." Spike snaps his fingers. "Munson."

Steve scoffs. "I'm here on the behalf of all of Corroded Coffin."

Spike rolls his eyes and says: "Y'know Munson has a "bad" reputation himself. I'd seen his little stunt he pulled with Rush the Radio a few weeks back."

As if it were him involved in the horrendous event, Steve mutters a "Jesus Christ" and runs his fingers through his bouncy hair.

"I mean, who gets mad like that over one little question? My poor guy Rush is still paying for the damages that little shithead caused."

It was Steve's turn to squint his eyes and gnaw at his teeth.

"You all should be grateful that another radio host wants to have the spawns of Satan on their show." Spike continues.

With a few nibbles of his fingertips and a long, harsh stare, Steve concluded:

"Let's agree to disagree. If you don't act like such an asshole, my guys won't either." Steve says.

"Harrington, I think we have a deal." I had a crawling suspicion that Spike had his fingers crossed behind his back.

Steve and Spike shook on it, thus the ending of their little spat. It was not climactic enough, but indeed, it was entertaining. Spike gets my name wrong when telling me to walk Steve out.

"Problem solved?" Steve says, seemingly trying to convince himself and me that "the problem" was resolved. When really, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

Steve gives me a piece of paper with his personal number on it; his fingertips touch mine in a subtle exchange. I feel a sting of heat that twinges my body; I blame the August searing heat. Steve says to call him if anything significant happens between now and tomorrow, though I highly doubt it.

I watched Steve walk down the pavement and turn the corner to 13th Street. I feel a small smile creep onto my lips, holding the piece of paper with his number on it close to my chest.

When I return to Studio 66, my smile fades when I watch everyone scatter around in a frenzy. My eyes follow the pattern of warm blood that puddles to my ankles. The trail of blood seems never-ending, but that myth is busted when my eyes land on a good as dead(?) Spike Van Dyke.

His eyes were stapled shut, followed by a few staples around his dome and neck. My eyes followed the body that hovered over him. Bonnie—the porcelain skin—intern, hovers over Spike's unconscious body, a stapler in her hand.

#Eddie munson x reader #Steve harrington x reader #love triangle #90s #stranger things #x reader #steddie fic #rockstar eddie munson #radio host #corroded coffin

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alice-angel12x · 7 months

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Who Famed Y/n Darling Chapter.1

(Welcome Home Au) Masterlist Here

"Don't fly to High Y/n! Your Wings still need time to grow!" Mother called out to me, just below me.

My tiny wings flapped as hard as they could, I wanted to reach the clouds like the rest of my older siblings. My mother was flying just beneath me, ready to catch me if I were to fall.

Suddenly, my feathers started to fall off me as I began to plummet to the earth. The sky was suddenly getting farther and farther away, as my mother's voice cried out for me in horror.

But when I hit the ground I'm suddenly older, in a dark grim place. Cages were everywhere as horrible laughs and screams could be heard. A dark figure looms over me as his red-tinted glasses gleam down at me. Ink and paint dribbled down my back from where My... Wings were once attached.

The figure was about to grab my face when suddenly, a loud ringing filled my ears.

Chapter 1

Y/n Gasps awake as their sheets go flying off them. Y/n quickly looked around, only to quickly notice that they were safe in their bedroom. Their Alarm clock blared and shook the nightstand. With a quick slap, the clock shuts up and falls to the ground.

"OW! The Day Just Started What's Got You So Upset?!" The clock growled.

"Sorry, sorry. Nightmare again," Y/n apologized as they rolled out of bed.

"Again," The sentient clock sighed. "Just because you had a bad dream, doesn't mean you take it out on me."

"Sorry Cogsmith," Y/n said as they gently placed the clock back on the nightstand.

"Maybe you should see a therapist," Cogsmith suggested.

The two sat in silence for a bit and eventually broke out into loud laughter. Cogsmith even wiped a tear away with his tiny metal arm.

"Haha, therapy for Toons. Sadly not likely. Too expensive for an average toon," Y/n sighed.

"Yeah, and those snooty humans want nothing with us other than laugh," Cogsmith scoffed. "Oh and speaking of laughs. If you don't book it in 5 minutes you are going to be late at the studio."

Y/n's eyes popped open wide as they let out a gasp as they began to zip around the house. Only Y/n's after images of the toon could be seen as the food was rapidly eaten, PJ's being tossed off, and day clothes slapped on. Y/n quickly tried to bush out morning breath as they ran out the door.

"Don't forget your work Papers! You'll be stopped at the gate without them!!" Cogsmith shouted as the tiny clock toon held up a large envelope of papers.

Y/n's arm stretched through the crack of the door and quickly yanked the papers out of the clock's hands. The toon dashed down to the sidewalk and quickly hopped into the seats of their invisible car.

"BBRRR!!" Y/n sounded as it powered the car to dash down the road.

As Y/n drove down the empty road, a distant engine behind them. Tilting the nonexistent rear-view mirror, and gasped to see who it was. But before Y/n could react the chaser rammed their nonexistent car into theirs.

"Alex! Stop it, that's reckless driving!!" Y/n shouted at Alex as they stabilized their "car".

"Not without a car it's not, My dear Rival!" Alex shouted as he rammed his "car" again. "Today's the day Y/n Scout that I put an End to You!"

"You say that every time and it's never going to happen!" Y/n shouted as they sped ahead. " And I don't have time for you today, I'm running late!"

"Well, Even more reason to chase you down," Alex smirked as he suddenly changed direction, and took a sharp right turn.

Y/n sighed in relief as they saw Alex suddenly drive off somewhere else. But that relief did not last long as Y/n saw the upcoming interesting, and Alex zooming down to the interesting lane, planning to crash into them.

Y/n gritted their teeth and stepped on the gas! Alex smirked as he also stepped on the gas, ready to crash into Y/n. Yet just as Y/n was about to reach the intersection, Y/n slammed on the brakes. Causing Alex to zoom past and crash into a pole. Knocking him unconscious..

Y/n sighs in relief as they drive past and toward Toon City. Yet as they got closer to the Toon city, they were stopped by a giant car pile in the middle of the street. Y/n groaned in frustration at the chaos. Toons were just running around nonsensically and not fixing the problem.

With a sigh, Y/n quickly put the car in reverse, to take a left to try to cut through Anime City. One of the few larger and first-class urban cities in Toon town. Thankfully no crazy car crash pile there, so Y/n was able to pass through without trouble. But of course, the only transport Gate was blocked by protesters. Toon protestors who were protesting against humans turning their movies/ shows into Live-action.

So Y/n slowly and carefully drove forward hoping the toons would just move aside. The Gate security around the gate started to push the crowd out of the way so other toons could get throuth

"Humans are trying to replace us!" "We Won't Let Them!" they chanted as Y/n finally made it to the gate.

The Human Gate officer sat in his booth with a tired and bored expression as Y/n pulled up. The Booth was on their right, and ahead of them was a heavy red stage curtain that blocked the tunnel.

"Work papers and proof of invitation," The officer said robotically.y.

Y/n quickly handed over their document, as the officer did the standard procedure. With a loud stamp, he looks at Y/n with a critical look.

"Be back before midnight, and don't cause trouble, Toon," The officer warned.

" I never do," Y/n smiled.

With a huff, the guard pulled back the curtains. reaveling a seemingly endless void. Y/n zoomed into the darkness as the light from behind vanished, causing the end of the tunnel to suddenly appear in sight. Suddenly they were spat out of the tunnel and onto the road towards Applewood City.

It was bustling with humans and puppets as Y/n zoomed past. But came to a screeching halt just a few inches away from a small raccoon toon.

"Rachy? What are you doing out here? I thought you were under toon arrest," Y/n asked with slight shock. "You should be in toon town."

"I do what I want! Not Even Doom can stop me!" Rachy shouted as he ran off, disappearing into the crowd.

Soon a few toon police zoomed past to chase after the small Racoon. With a small chuckle, they looked back at the traffic light, waiting for the green. When they felt like someone was looking at them intensely. Y/n looked over to their left to see a sedan in the back seat. A yellow puppet with a blue pompadour was staring at them with a befuddled expression.

Toons and Puppets don't usually run in the same circles. So this was probably this puppet's first time ever seeing a toon. 'Why is this... person? floating, and so weirdly,' the puppet thought to himself.

Y/n smiled softly and gave a friendly wave. "It's a lowrider. Pretty cool huh?" They said with confidence.

The puppet just rolled up their window in response and looked elsewhere. With a sigh, Y/n turned back to the road and drove off down the road.

"What was that?" The puppet asked.

"A Toon, weird little creature," The chauffeur said simply.

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Y/n zoomed through the streets and crashed into the toon Parking lot. A few seconds before they could be considered late.

"WOOW! Made it!" Y/n cheered as they jumped out of their "car" in victory. As it...Blew up behind him.

The Toon janitor, who was slightly caught in the explosion, sighed in annoyance.

"Sorry Mark," Y/n smiled nervously as they quickly ran off. But Mark simply fainted as Y/n ran off.

Y/n rushed through the studio to get their costume on as the crew ran about to prepare the recording.

"You're pulling it really close, Scout," The makeup artist said as she bobbed Y/n in the face with a cartoonishly large makeup pad.

Y/n tummbled back with a loud sneeze, and into a costume chest. The Artist quickly closed the trunk with Y/n inside and shook the chest like a shaker. When satisfied they tossed open the chest as Y/n flew out. Fully dressed in costume, they roll and stumble to a stand as they comb their hair back.

"You're always so gentle with me, ms. Darthy," Y/n smiled sheepishly.

"Don't be cheeky. Know hurry up and get on set!" They shouted.

#welcome home au #welcome home wally #wallydarling #wally x reader #wally darling x y/n #who framed roger rabbit Au #Who framed Y/n Darling Au #Welcome home wally darling #diva wally #wally actor au

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littlemxhoney · 7 months

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Got inspired today after playing Loud: My Road to Fame

the broom moment is honestly more iconic than the classic microphone hairbrush!

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honkceasar · 6 months

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Hi I have an absolutely insane amount of random ass pd headcanons that I’ve decided to unleash onto the world today so here’s part one of my insanity!!!

-Ashe plays guitar, can’t remember if this is canon or not honestly

-Will taught himself guitar after Ashe got possessed, tries to learn his favorite songs (absolutely CANNOT play my famed disappearing act, much to his dismay)

-Will collects and cures bones as a hobby, has a necklace with Henny’s skull on it and a couple bones from Vyncent’s world

-Ashe is that genre of autistic person that doesn’t make a lot of facial expressions, so the most uncanny part of the trickster is seeing these over the top expressions on her face that he personally would NEVER make

-William is a horrible driver because he has glasses and refuses to wear them (this is also why he doesn’t yell at Dakota to wear his, he’d be a hypocrite)

-William likes to sew but he’s so unbelievably slow at it. He wants to have like proper patch pants, but it takes him too fucking long to put that many on there so instead his pants only have a couple patches on them made with old jeans and fabric paint

-Vyncent would def do horseback riding as a hobby, he probably misses when he would do it at home

He’s also definitely brought the boys with him to do his horse girl shit

-Ashe is really good at drawing!!!! I feel like she’d be one of those people that has a killer marker collection but doesn’t use them that often cause he does digital art

-William is absolutely addicted to caffeine you can’t tell me he isn’t

-While Ashe was gone Vyncent took his beanie and William stole like all his fucking clothes. They’re all too big but he doesn’t care, nor does he plan on giving any of them back

-Dakota definitely has chew necklaces but they don’t last long cause he fucking destroys them

-Vyncent and Dakota both vocal stim so fucking loud dude (I can’t decide if I think Will does too because Charlie does irl or if William actually would)

-Dakota gets night terrors about Williams death

-Dakota struggles with reading but he likes audio books, he’d probably listen to some with Ashe’s headphones when they’re on a particularly long road trip. Idk what type of books he’d like though. I could see him liking the Percy Jackson series but I can’t explain why

-Vyncent’s one of those guys that wears layers no matter the weather and somehow never gets too hot

William also wears layers when it’s hot out but he’ll be sweaty as a motherfucker and like. Dying

-William was a tech theatre kid, definitely ran lights and got very specific about color washes

-Dakota used to be a babysitter before the hero stuff to make some extra cash, he’s always been good with kids

#jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders #just roll with it pd #just roll with it prime defenders #ashe winters #dakota cole #vyncent sol #william wisp #honks jrwi rambling

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be-my-ally · 1 year

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Empty Promises (…. on the phone)

this is absolute filth and i have no excuse.

pairing: afab!reader/Elvis (actual!Elvis in my mind but since he’s on the phone and it’s from your perspective there’s not really any physical description of him so could be austin!elvis)

summary: Elvis has been away for a few nights but he’s left you a task to do while he’s gone. Tonight he calls and talks you through it. (for lack of a better expression; you’re trying to ‘train your tight pussy’ to be able to take the three fingers+ that you couldn’t in Empty Promises)

warnings: 18+, gratuitous use of daddy/pet names, fingering, phone sex, masturbation. kinda innocent!reader. Discussion of ‘getting you ready to be a woman’. very limited editing on this one so pls forgive any mistakes.

wc: 2.7k

“Hiya, Daddy.” You’re on your bed, ankles crossed waving in the air as you flick through a magazine on your tummy, you’d reached across to pick up the phone as it rang, having brought it onto the bed in preparation for his call. Waiting all evening just for him to ring, you’d gotten ready for bed now - in a little nightgown and a peignoir. You hear him chuckle down the line,

“How’d you know it was me baby girl? You just calling everyone who calls daddy now?” You giggle back at him,

“No silly, you said you’d call! I’ve been waiting for you.” He hums back to you, a laugh in his voice;

“Well that’s alright then doll.” You roll over onto your back, twirling the cord around your finger. “Have you been a good little girl? A good baby?” You squirm,

“Of course!” You’re affronted he even feels the need to ask. “Done everything you said.” You can hear his smile,

“Everything, darling?” His voice has deepened slightly and it goes straight to your lower stomach. Like butterflies starting to form.

“Mmhmm, every night. Just like you said. But….” You pause, you find yourself faltering, finding it difficult to describe what you want to; still embarrassed to say such things out loud. He waits a moment before he impatiently asks,

“But what?” You make a little noise down the line, half a groan and half a moan. He repeats himself, “But what sweetheart?” You still don’t respond and he attempts to coax it out of you in that baby voice he uses when he really wants something, “C’mon, tell daddy, baby.” You huff,

“I… can’t finish. I did the first night but I just, I keep getting so close and I can’t get myself there.”

“Oh, my darling!” He can’t help but laugh, “That wasn’t the whole point of this my love,” You huff, “but that must be tough, Daddy’ll be home soon. I’ll sort you out proper, soon as I’m in the house.” You sigh back at him,

“When will you be home?” You were getting bored without him and without anything to do with all of the boys with him.

“Day after tomorrow, baby. You know that. Boy, I can’t wait, it’s been far too long without my yittle in my arms.” You preen at his words, glad that he was admitting to miss you as much as you’d missed him.

“I can’t wait!” You hear someone talking to him in the background and you frown, you’ve not been able to talk to him in days - they’ve been on the road and moving around and busy while you were waiting for them to return - and now he’s being distracted when you do have him. You wait though, until you can hear him faintly calling out goodbyes, to say anything. “Who was that?”

“Jealous sweetheart?”

“Should I be?” You ask coyly,

“Of Joe? Never.” You laugh back at him, “Naw baby, they were just tellin’ me they were headin’ out.” You love when his accent deepens in private, like you get a tiny piece of the boy he was before the fame and dialect coaches,

“Oh.” You pause, and glance over at the clock, it’s already past midnight. “Have you got to go?”

“Nope. Told ‘em I had something else to see to.” You hope it’s you. “My baby’s been having a problem I need to sort out, thought I could give it a go.”

Your breath hitches.

“Doin’ it my way tonight, you gonna listen to your daddy? Do like he tells you.” You nod, before realising he can’t see you,

“Yes daddy. Please.” You can hear him shifting about and the creak of a chair or bed as he seems to settle himself in.

“You’re gonna start slow baby, want you to touch yourself all over. Start up top darling, touch those little tits of yours.” You heave a breath in as you settle up and back onto your bed, tucking the phone between your chin and shoulder.

“M’kay.” You start to brush a fingertip around your nipple, gently, over the top of your nightdress you haven’t really touched yourself like this before and it weirdly feels more intimate and awkward on your own.

“Now, wait a second baby, and lick your fingers and go back down. Just like daddy would do.” You comply and he can hear the wet noises that accompany you licking your fingers. You brush open your gown, and start to push the fabric of your nightdress down to better access your naked breasts. “Little girl, are you still dressed?” He could no doubt hear the rustle,

“Of course daddy.” You’re a little breathless already, and he laughs - at your state of eager excitement or at your state of dress you can’t tell.

“Well get it all off darlin’” You pause your fingers as they dry on your chest.

“But…then I’ll be completely naked, it’s too hot to be under the covers.” He laughs, speaking lowly,

“There someone in my house I don’t know about?” You’re confused for a moment, running through the current occupants in your head.

“…No.”

“Ain’t no-one gonna bother you then, so get it all off.” He huffs in your ear, “God almighty, no wonder you can’t get yourself goin’ if you’re frettin’ this much over taking your nightie off.” You know he’s joking but you can also feel his impatience and you hurry to do as he asks, stripping off. Throwing your panties god knows where. You feel outrageous completely nude like this even though he was right. Your curtains were pulled, door shut, and other than the help downstairs, you were home alone. You make sure the phone is still propped up securely, and lick your fingers again,

“Ok..El, I’m…touching myself again.” He laughs and you can hear the noises of him undressing too.

“Right darling, you’re gonna talk me through how you’ve been doing the past few nights.” You gasp,

“Oh no! I couldn’t possibly,” he growls down the phone at you, and you turn plaintive, pleading with him, “Oh, don’t make me do that El! It’s embarrassing.” He snorts down the phone at you,

“Nothing embarrassing ‘bout it mama, just doin what we gotta.” He changes his tone - he’s practically whispering low in your ear, “Makin’ sure you’re ready to be a proper little woman when the time comes, huh baby. Only got a few weeks left.” You smile at his words,

“I suppose that’s true…it’s just saying it.” You wait a moment for him to relent but when he doesn’t make any move to fill the silence you give in, “Ok. Ok. Shall I, shall I start now?”

“Yep baby, but I want you to just focus on that cute little button of yours if you’re gonna be touchin’ yourself for the second - I’ll tell you when to move on.” You trail your hand down to between your legs, following his instructions. “When you’re ready sweetheart.”

“Um… ok, uh, well, last night I got up to three, like you told me to. Been workin’ my way up before then.”

“Uh-huh, well you’re gonna be taking three of daddy’s in two days time baby, you think you’ll be ready for them?” He grunts at the end of the sentence, and you can’t hear it but you know he’s touching himself. You squirm at his words, his fingers are rather large and you know that come hell or high water they’re going in you.

“Yeah, I think it’s been trickier without you. I’m not as…wet. But, it wasn’t as hard last night so it, I, should be ready by then. I, uh, take my time with two still though.” You can hear his breathing get heavier down the line. You brush your fingertips over your clit, rubbing in tiny, light circles. “Um, but I still start just with one.”

“Yeah, doll? What do ya do? Twiddle with yerself a little and then pop it in?” You gasp at his vulgarity.

“Uh-huh, pretty much daddy. Just do what I can to get myself wet. I’m uh, still normally pretty ready by the time I get into bed. Just thinkin’ about you does the trick honestly.” You sigh at him, you can practically feel his ego inflating, but its the truth.

“You thinkin’ bout me now darling?” He’s smug, but it’s surely not anything he didn’t already know.

“Uh-huh, thinking about you touching me,” You can hear yourself gasp, and it inspires a sudden boldness, “about you licking me all over.” He chuckles lowly,

“You like my tongue dontcha, dirty little thing.”

“Uhh-huh…then I rub my finger around, and do it just like you showed me.”

“Just like I showed you huh?”

“That’s right, I…swirl it about a little bit, and uh… push it in and out, until I think I can fit a second in. Then I press down with both of them.” You can hear him lick something, presumably his palm, and the distant sound of skin on skin contact. “Then I do what you told me to do, trying to stretch myself out a little. But it just doesn’t matter how I stroke myself, I can’t seem to find my spot.” He laughs at you,

“It’s hard to find by yourself, little one.”

“And then last night...I got in my third finger, but it - I couldn't - I just had to hold it there for a little while - it hurt a little. "

“We don’t want that doll.” He practically growls as he lectures you, “Remember I told you about the slick in the bathroom. You oughta be using that to help ya anyway.”

“I can do it myself.” He hums back at your indignation.

“Well, we’ll see soon won’t we? … You still touching yourself baby?” You agree, breathy little sounds travelling with your “Ye-es”. “What a good little baby you are, my perfect little one.” You bite back a moan, there’s something about him praising you that always turns you on. “Let me hear you baby.” You comply, releasing your lip from your teeth, making tiny little ‘unh unh’ sounds. He groans, “Ok then, its late little one, best get on with it now, go on move that little hand down. Describe it to me.”

“UH-huh. I’m, uh, just, moving my hand down, oh god I’m so wet Elvis. Oh my god I’m slippery.” He laughs, “Um ok, I’m just touching my … hole with my finger, just gonna take a second.” You groan as you slip your middle finger in, index and third holding you open.

“That’s it yittle, wiggle it around a bit, though you should be used to that by now. Even daddy can fit one in ya straight away.” Your hips thrust up, and your thumb finds your clit again as you rotate the finger within.

“Uh-huh i’m doin’ it daddy.” His breathing hitches,

“Go on then, get the second one in now little one, should be ready for it by now.” You nod although he can’t see you, and your mouth opens in a gasp as you insert your index finger alongside the middle, thrusting them both in gently. You’re still nervous to be too rough with yourself, although you’d been balanced on Elvis’ before, thrashing about as he held you only with that grip while you came.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Curl those lil’ fingers now for daddy, stroke yourself.” You do as he says and you can practically feel your walls loosening slightly with each stroke. You’re slick as anything and that helps to ease the way, can feel the damp heat growing with your heartbeat.

“I’m - uh - shit- doing it, f-fuck that feels good.” You gasp,

“Goodness, ya got a mouth on ya tonight darlin’, not very ladylike of ya.” He scolds, you hadn’t even noticed. The words slipping out as you struggled to make sense of how, just by him telling you what to do, it felt so much better than going it alone,

“So-orry.”

“Dontcha worry your pretty little head ‘bout it, you can make it up to daddy by getting that next one in that yittle cunt of yours.” The irony of it being necessary to make up to him after swearing, as he calls your vagina a cunt is lost on you in the moment. Your left hand grips the comforter, and you pull both your fingers out, feeling your soft, puffy, folds. Spreading the sticky wetness around. “Go on darling, wanna hear you.” A moan slips out of your mouth, followed by a gasp as you softly push in three fingers. It’s an awkward angle for you to do yourself on your back like this, but you can’t imagine how else you could stay on the phone. It’s less of a burn than the day before, and you wonder if it’s because what you’re doing is working, or if it’s just because you’re so much more ready doing it with him.

“Just-like I’d do, do it just like I would, spread those tiny lil’ fingers in that tiny yittle pocket.” He pauses and if you listened closely you could hear his hand speeding up, You do as he says, your chin dropping as your mouth opens. “Use your thumb baby, rub yerself.”

“Uh-huh, ye-es, ye-es daddy.”

“You close little one?” He grunts, his voice speeding up, “I’m -ah- almost there, wanna go together.” He groans and you pick up the pace, can feel yourself tensing up, just about hitting the right place and speed.

Your eyes roll back in your head, and the phone slips from its resting spot as you can’t help but turn your head from side to side. It feels like your hand is cramping as you struggle to maintain the momentum and steady pressure. You get there, shouting as you just about reach climax but you’re unable to maintain it for very long as your hips jump involuntarily and your pace is wrecked.

You can hear the blood whooshing in your ears and the pulse of your heartbeat as you come down. You feel shaky as you reach blindly for the handset again. It wasn’t unsatisfying, but it wasn’t good - it just was.

“You get there little one?” He’s out of breath, slurring his words slightly in his own post-orgasmic haze.

“Yeah,” You feel somewhat teary, and your eyes fill as you sniff, “But, it wasn’t like you do it. My hand hurts and I still feel…” you squirm, “on edge.” There’s a pause and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep. But then he speaks,

“We-ell…that’s because its a job for daddy, little girls can’t do it quite right. That’s just the way it is sweetheart.” You whine, you wouldn’t ever want to be without him but the implication that you couldn’t scared you. You hiccup down the line and you hear him shift closer to the phone,

“What’s wrong?” You sniffle again, before answering;

“I just… how will I ever do without you then?” You feel ridiculous, there’s more to life than effective orgasms but you’d had a taste now and didn’t think you could go back to pretending you didn’t know what bliss felt like.

He laughs, “Well, it’s a good job we’re getting hitched in couple ‘a weeks then isn’t it? Never gonna be without me again little one.”

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meekahy · 12 days

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Passenger Princess

Road-tripping with Matt was always so fun. You both were headed nowhere in particular. Matt just wanted to get out of state and spend much-needed time with you. Matt designated you as his passenger princess. He drove while always keeping his hand on your thigh or wrapped around your hand. He also let you pick the music. Matt is always into his metal music but will let you play whatever your heart desires. You played everything from Sleep Token to One Direction to Taylor Swift to Jesse McCartney. You had all bases covered.

Since your liked songs were on shuffle, you sang Good Girl by Carrie Underwood. She was the only country-type artist you liked. Your voice was nowhere near Carrie’s voice, but your voice was good nonetheless.

“Why, why you gotta be so blind?

Won't you open up your eyes?

It's just a matter of time

'til you find

He's no good, girl

No good for you

You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes and go, go, go,” you sang along with Carrie while the music was loud and rubbed your thumb over Matt’s hand. He watched you as you sang your heart out. He knew you only sang in the shower and around him.

The opening tune of Mercury:Retrograde by Ghostemane started to play immediately after Good Girl.

“Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, aye

Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, yuh

Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh

Recently I just don’t give a fuck about a thing, yuh,” the dramatic switch of genres didn’t phase you as you sang along bobbing your head to the beat. Matt occasionally gave you weird looks from the change in genres.

After that song ended, You Can’t Stop the Beat from Hairspray played. Knowing every single word, you performed just for Matt.

Getting into character, you sang,“'Cause you can't stop the beat

Ever since this whole world began

A woman found out if she shook it, she could shake up a man

And so I'm gonna shake and shimmy it the best that I can today.” The chorus went on. Matt was dumbfounded by the reverberation of genres. He usually stuck to the same genre while you had made him listen to just about anything and everything under the sun.

“What’s next babe,” Matt inquired, ready to hear you sing again.

You checked your phone, “Um, Papaoutai by Stromae,” you giggled.

“What’s that? French?” he asked.

“Yes. Exactly, babe,” you laughed before singing along in perfect French.

“Oh, shit, I forgot you took French in school,” Matt realized. You squeezed his hand.

“You should see the dancing in this music video. So cool,” you suggested.

Matt looked over at you, a little longer than he should have since he was driving. But he was just admiring you as you sang beautifully to your liked songs. He loved that you loved so many different genres. Matt pulled your hand to his lips and left a sweet kiss on the top of your hand.

You smiled as you sang quietly while looking lovingly at him. You loved that Matt was so sweet with you while he had a sassy exterior with others. The song stopped and a mellow song started to play.

“This is one of my all-time favorites,” you confessed as he looked you in the eyes. Still holding his hand, you closed your eyes as Killing Time by City and Colour filled the car.

“Right now it feels like killing time

I’m running from the shadow of my former shadow’s life

Sometimes I think that I was never really there

Right now it feels like killing time, killing time,” you sang sweetly with your eyes still closed, feeling every word and feeling of the song. As the song ended, another random song played. Ignoring it, you opened your eyes to find Matt just about to look at you smiling.

“I love it when you sing,” Matt revealed, “It’s comforting to hear your voice.”

You leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek before you laid your head against his shoulder. Placing your other hand on top of his, you whispered, “I love you so much, Matt.”

“I love you more,” Matt professed.

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xkaidaxxxx · 3 months

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Yusei Fudo x Reader

Mentions: minimal angst, foul language, fluff, happy ending

Sorry for errors 1am story.

“Yusei! Yusei! Jack let me go!” You yelled calling out to Yusei. “ I told your parents I’d fucking protect you! Now stop you dumbass.” He held you close taking you along with him to domino.

Jack started his road to power and fame. He’s the Champion of Turbo dueling. You both have it all. “I’m skipping lunch today and your duel.” You spoke. Jack wasn’t happy about that. “You’re having lunch and you’re going to my duel. Do you understand!?” You held your tears back as he forced you to sit down on the chair beside him. “ y-yes Jack.” you ate your lunch while you cried silently. Jack was feeling horrible. He was only forcing you to be with him almost at all times because he doesn’t trust anyone in the city. Only you. He wants to keep you safe even if it meant hurting your feelings. “I’m sorry. Alright don’t be such a baby about it..you know I care for you. Loser.” He said wiping your tears away. You stayed silent not knowing how to respond.

As time passed by Jack was still his loud and arrogant self. He did have a soft side for you. He started being less aggressive on how he acted with you. He knew it would only drive you insane.

When you heard Yusei was in the area you couldn’t help but ask Jack to give you a day where you can go out by yourself. He did just that but had security follow behind you. As you drove the duel runner Jack bought you (you dueled as well but lost interest along the way) , you got away from the security team. You were going fast. You love the feeling. You love how the wind blows against you. It made you feel alive. You had forgotten how much you loved turbo dueling and this made you want to do it once again. “ Wooo hoo!!” You shouted. After a while you came to a stop as you saw his runner. You quickly turned yours off and ran inside the building. “Yeah Thanks for the help. I appreciate it.” Yusei said speaking into a small mic headset. Your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t believe it. “Y-Yusei?” You called out. Your body was shaking. He turned around and felt shocked. He was only a few feet away from the love of his life. He ran up to you and held you close. Tears ran down his cheeks. You cried with him. Both of you didn’t want to let go of each other. “Y/n how did you find me?” He asked. “I..just drove fast..didn’t think about anything but you. Now I’m here.” You replied pulling away. He wiped your tears away and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “ I love you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. God it’s been a long ride in this city.” He spoke holding your hand and scanning your body. You blushed as he checked you out. “Beautiful as always.” He said. “You think so?” He nodded in response. “Has Jack..been taking good care of you? I’m not upset about him taking you. He did promise your parents to protect you..it was right for him to take you even when it broke my heart.” Yusei couldn’t help but running his hands up and down your arms. “He has been taking care of me…he was aggressive at first but he slowly stopped. Even though he was harsh I knew he did it because he wanted me to be safe. He did let me leave without him but he had security follow me. Yeah I got rid of them.” You replied and giggled afterwards. “That’s my wonderful girl.” Yusei said playing with your hair. You both felt to happy. “Once all this craziness is over we’ll be able to relax as a family.” You were shocked on how he said family. “F-Family? As in…we..like..or?” You stuttered. He chuckled pinching your nose softly. “Yes as in us together forever. I understand we’re young but still I want to be with you.” “As in tying the knot..or?” You questioned once again not getting the freaking message. You both were 18 and of course he meant only engagement. “Yes y/n. As in tying the knot. Marry me please. I love you more than anything. I’m so in love with you.You complete me.…I don’t have a ring…but once things sort out I’ll definitely buy one for you.” He said feeling bad about the ring. He wanted everything to be perfect but things don’t always work out that way. You laughed gripping his hand and holding your stomach with the other. “Y-Yusei! Hehe! It’s alright. I’ll marry you. I love you as well so much. You don’t need to buy me a fancy ring. I’m so in love with you. I’d marry you with paper rings.” He smiled and poked your cheek. You both shared a passionate kiss with tears running down your faces. You both knew you’d struggle with everything that’s going on but..you’d do it together. No matter what.

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cupidastrology · 9 months

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𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 ☿ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ✿✼:*ﾟ

this is a post for those with planet mercury ☿ positioned in their first house.

⭒though 6h is the home of work, i believe looking throughout the full birth chart can show the work we are able to involve ourselves in.

⭒if you have a mercury ☿ placement in the 1st house of your birth chart, find your position below.

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mercury ☿ in aries ♈︎ in the 1st - you may land jobs that have alot to do with what you've learned in your youth, especially what you've learned independently. you cannot sit still, so you focus on job hopping frequently, unless you are to be on the road all the time. traveling and focusing on brand new spots in the world to discover may be of you forte. you are to carve your own job, but mainly due to inspiration you've received in your youthful years of life. do not be afraid to start new.

mercury ☿ in taurus ♉︎ in the 1st - you may have felt connected to finance or cooking in early years of life. if grandparents focused on how you created in your childhood, it may affect the person you are today. your job or career may be long standing, and not multiple. there is a job that calls you specifically in the world of finance, banking, but also of beauty and fashion. you may have felt your job from youth, or around you all of life.

mercury in gemini ♊︎ in the 1st - you may do well in areas of customer service but may have been brought up to be a great speaker, singer, or poet. you may have done well in spelling bees, or may have been well of to speak for others. do not be afraid to showcase the voices or words of your perspective, because a career in politics, the news, gossip, or relaying important information to inspire others is your home.

mercury ☿ in cancer ♋︎ in the 1st - the home and the subject of family may have been really prominent throughout your life. you may have learned to take care of others from a young age. in this case, you may do well in home care or simply learning how to provide for another in a home of care giving. this is also a position where youre allowed to branch off and create a system, business, organization that can provide for the youth and the new in life.

mercury in leo ♌︎ in the 1st - there has always been a desire to enter the stage and feel the stage lights on you. in youth you may have been focused on the attention you've received from others, but regardless your voice is loud enough to shake the room. put your voice to use, and focus on areas where you are finding fame and attention with what you express. get involved as an actor, song writer, or even a singer, but it is all about you showing your looks as well that gets the prize.

mercury in virgo ♍︎ in the 1st - you may be seen as an amazing analyst or simply a keen observer to the world around you. focusing on the issues of the environment may be helpful for others, developing stories that are full of truth and fact. you may do well in the world of plants and herbalism, focusing on what there is more to discover. becoming involved in the world of hand informed fashion like knitting, crocheting, and embroidery may help your mind to flow more comfortably, shielding you from uncomfortable thoughts.

mercury ☿ in libra ♎︎ in the 1st - jobs around the subject of relationships and even digital artwork may be at your best of ability, especially due to being able to execute a balancing of both topics. this is a position that stands for being highlighted in love and even using those experiences to prove points, examples, and deals with an audience. if there is an ability for you to use social media to engage into gossip or drama news, this may be another way for you to become involved in a progressive (and somewhat dramatic) career).

mercury ☿ in scorpio ♏︎ in the 1st - you may benefit from the deep and intimate understandings of what it means to let go and embrace throughout life as a form of a career. you can do well in therapy but in areas that have to do with releasing such as caretaker work and sex work may benefit you. the words you give to others may have them cling to you or to shun you.

mercury ☿ in sagittarius ♐︎ in the 1st: being able to focus on areas of career surrounding how you experience life (and its inhabitants) will influence you to stay optimistic. choosing jobs that involve travel or experiencing a brand new (almost) religious teaching may help you to introduce a person that is full of differences and personal opinion inside yourself. you may do well in the world of fitness, providing information to a lifestyle that is personal and invites people to act for themselves from a part of passion.

mercury ☿ in capricorn ♑︎ in the 1st: the look, the image, and conquering deep falls may be big themes of your career choices with this position. choosing to focus on areas that involve many business deals to improve your image and reputation may be frequent, which shows that you must pick jobs that have to do with architecture, environmental issues, major, governor, or even focusing on warehouse careers. you may do well in positions of motivation or creating a corporation of holding many employees.

mercury ☿ in aquarius ♒︎ in the 1st: you may wish to involve your presence around areas involving biology, the human anatomy, science, and the overall system of what it means to exist. the ability to question the unknown may overwhelm to the point of goodness, wanting to uncover lost questions and evidence. talking about the history of human civilization may help you to seek out jobs of architecture or becoming a historian. you may feel drawn to studying the body and how a person is able to develop, a doctor or healer.

mercury ☿ in pisces ♓︎ in the 1st - looking into the unknown is deeper than aquarius, the desire to know even to the depths of delusion entices you to understand just what lies in between the lines of existence and dreams. you may involve yourself in spiritual areas of life, focusing on what you are able to control that is invisible. becoming a paranormal investigator or a person of the craft is evident. you may also land yourself in areas of the psych, seeing what is more emotional and logical of the mind.

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