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HI MOOTIEE anyways I got smth for ya

Of course it's Adam cause YEA.

what if Adam and his goth girlfriend who is an angel of course can be fluff can be smut anything you want

Thanks mootie have a wonderful dayyy

HIIII MY BELOVED!!!! Ahhhh I hope you like thissss I enjoyed working on it! Have a fantastic day for everyone reading! Also I low-key think I’m turning into a slut with all the smut I’ve been writing recently 😭

“Looking Pretty!”

Adam x Goth gf reader

Masterlist

Warnings: blow job

Taglist: @adamsfavoritesinner @sashaphantomhive @leathesimp @ladyninggs @michelleszn @sirenetgeblogger

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Adam had first met you when he was on stage performing at a concert. You saw you next to Lute singing all the lyrics on the top of your lungs. He threw two guitar picks y’all’s way, one for each of you and moved on to the other side of the stage.

After the concert had ending Lute introduced you two. You were her sister, and he was her boss.

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“Sir?” Lute called out to her boss. She was behind stage and wanted to introduce her best friend to her sister. “Yeah danger tits?” Adam asked looking over his shoulder for a spilt second. He was signing autographs for girl and guys, and even little kids.

“I’d like you too meet someone if you’d have the time.” Adam brain flashed to you and Lute together in the audience. Shirley his lieutenant. wanted to introduce him to you. “Sure thing. I’ll be back ladies.”

He and lute walked over to where you were, talking to the drummer. Adam felt his eye twitch. Said drummer always pissed him off — copied Adam 24/7.

“Y/N. This is Adam.” Lute said, taking your attention away from the drummer. You looked to the first man and felt a whole bundle of nerves and excitement gather in your stomach.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!” You stuck your hand out and Adam took it. “Never expected to see a big toy goth girl in heaven.” Leave Adam to be… Adam.

Lute was screaming in her head at Adam. That was her SISTER. And what if you said something slick back?! That’s her BOSS!

“Guess I’m special.”

“Sure babe, but you ain’t better than me.”

—

The thing that made Adam really start to notice you was your outfits. He loved all the necklaces you would wear, loved the make up you did most days. He also loves your fishnets.

He couldn’t count how many times he gotten hard when you would walk around in them. It gotten that porn wouldn’t even help him anymore, but the thoughts of you did.

Adam had invited you to every one of his concerts, and even if Lute didn’t show, you still did. You were his biggest fan, his biggest supporter.

—

Adam had to be on stage in thirty minutes and every thing had started to go wrong. First his guitar wasn’t in tune. Next his singer called out last minute, something about forgetting an date. So he would have to sing, and his throat had been hurting all day. Then he couldn’t find his mask. And finally while he was trying to calm himself down, there was knock at his dressing room door. He couldn’t get a fucking minute alone.

“Fuck off!” He shouted, trying to tune his guitar. But the person didn’t fuck off. You opened the door and poked your head through the door. “Need help?” Your eyes widened. You hadn’t ever seen him with out his mask.

He was handsome safe to say. Rich brown hair, golden shimmering eyes, and a stubble that suited him. He wore black ripped jeans and a white tank top, typical rockstar outfit.

Adam glared at you but the ultimately decided you could be useful. “Come here.” His voice had a certain chill, it sent shocks of excitement down your spine. You walked over to him, and stood waiting for what he needed.

Adam looked you up and down and silently cursed. You wore a short ass skirt, with a crop maroon tank top — that did a poor job in hood your tits from spilling in Adams opinion. The platforms you wore, made you a bit taller but Adam still towered over you. And you wore those fucking fish nets.

Adam sat you down on the couch and put his guitar in your hands. He got behind you and put his hands over your own. You noticed he wasn’t wearing his gloves, you had also noticed how vain-y his hands really were along with his fore arms. “Do you know how to tune a guitar?” His breath fanned over your ear and blowing you hair the faintest bit.

“No,” you went to turn your head around to him but he grabbed your chin with his hand and pushed your head to look back at the guitar. “You see these nobs? The make the strings tighter and loser.” Adam reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone.

Once he had his tuning app pulled he placed said phone your thigh. He didn’t move his hand away from it, at least not before gripping your fishnets, wishing to tear them.

“Adjust the nobs accordingly and the app will tell you if it’s in tune or not, and if it needs to be looser or tighter. Understand?” You nodded your head, and he reluctantly pulled away from you.

He started to look around for his mask. He couldn’t preform without it. He was surprised that he was comfortable with you seeing his face. Despite that, he knew he wouldn’t be comfortable performing without it.

You started to tune his guitar, slightly confused at first, but slowly got the hang of it.

Adam had trouble finding his mask. He would look at you and think thoughts that would, we’ll send him to hell probably. When he would look away — after telling himself to stop being creepy — it wouldn’t be long till his eyes were back on you. So yeah, he couldn’t find his mask.

You looked up over to him and saw him staring directly at you. Placing the guitar on the couch you got up and walked over to him. Normally you would be wearing necklaces that would move with your steps but he took notice in your bare neck.

“It’s tuned.” He hummed and acted on his intrusive thoughts. He pulled you closer to him by your neck. “You know what would compliment this outfit? A collar.” His hand wrapped around your neck, and squeezed the tiniest bit, his veins bulging.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you tired to find your next words. “What kind?” Adam took another step, you chest now pushing against each other. “One with my name on it.”

Cocky bastard.

"20 MINUTES TILL SHOW TIME!” Someone called out from the hallways. Adam clenched his jaw in annoyance. “Ya wanna suck me off before I go on?” He said in a joking tone, but holy fuck that would take away about 85% of his problems. He was pent up. He wasn’t expecting you to do anything. You’d always brush away his sexual comments, which unsurprisingly was more often than not.

You raised a brow and started to unbutton his pants. “You have twenty minutes.” His hand on your throat tightened and you started to get on your knees.

You brought the zipper and started to pulled down with your teeth. Most girls he fucked tried to act innocent. Always looking at the package he had to offer as if it was the first dick they seen. But you — you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes begging. Like a fucking slut. You pulled his pants down a little — along with his boxers and started to pump him. Getting him hard but you did need to do it for long — seeing as he was already leaning precum.

Fuck if he had twenty minutes he was gonna make it worth it.

“I’ve gotten a hand job before babe, I prefer a blowjob.” He really couldn’t shut his mouth.

You brought your lips to his shaft and started to kiss him gentle, and so soft he shuttered. You continued to move you hand as you slowly took him in your mouth.

Your mouth was warm and you started to suck him off. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth — fulling his ego more — so you made up with the inches you couldn’t fit with your hand.

Your hand twisted around him and you sucked harder, making him throw his head back in a groan. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the moan wanting to escape.

“10 MINUTES!”

It was like a switch in Adam. He started to thrust into your mouth, desperately trying to release his frustration. Spit started to fall past your bottom lips — fuck, I need to be neat, you thought, insanely hot, Adam thought. You rest reached up and started to play with your nipples with your now free hands.

You could feel your gag reflex kicking, tightening your throat up. That had done it for Adam. “Fuck!” He poured himself into your mouth. Some dripped onto you lips and chin.

You looked up at licking you lips and wiping your chin with your pointer finger, before sucking that as well.

You throat had started to become sore. “THREE MINUTES! ANYONE SEEN ADAM?!” You looked to the door, but something caught your eye. Adams mask was under a desk. You crawled to it, seeing as it wasn’t far.

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m fucking you.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, handing Adam his mask.

Adam was wrong, it didn’t fix 85% of his problems. It fixed 100% of his issues. “TWO MINUTES!” That send Adam into over drive, but before he could put his mask on you grabbed his chin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Your lipstick was ruined, but a kiss mark still showed on him face. “See you out there.” You grabbed tissues and walked out. Adam not far behind you.

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Once the concert was over, Like normal you went to find Adam backstage. You stood behind him as he signed autographs. Your feet started to hurt from wearing play forms all day. Adam seemed to take notice.

“Take your shoes off.”

“And walk bare foot on this ground?” You raised you brow to him as if he was insane. Adam rolled his eyes and bent down on one knee in front of you.

He started to take your shoes off, you did little protest, happy to get them off. He then took off his own shoes and put your feet in them. Tying them tightly so they wouldn’t fall off.

Fans started to look in shock, people started to take photos while other glared in envy.

You kind of half expected Adam to wear your shoes — you didn’t know why — but he didn’t. He carried them for you and when you two left the building he slung an arm around you. “So this means we’re dating.” Even though it didn’t sound like a question, it was.

“If you can get Lutes blessing, sure.”

—

Fuck. Adam hadn’t tried to ever convince someone of something so much before. He spent a total of 5 months proving himself to Lute. Proving himself to you. He could see why Lute wouldn’t trust him. He was a huge playboy but in those five months he gave that up. Only wanting one.

So when Lute gave him his blessing to date you, another five months later he was asking for your hand in marriage. To which you both called him deranged.

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Ahhhh I hope that was good? I feel like the ending was rushed so I may edit this sometime in the future

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 10 months

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Sugar and Spice: Part 1

(E.M. x Fem!Reader x S.H.) Part 2 Series Masterlist.

Summary: Steve has massive crush on you, Eddie’s childhood bestfriend who just came home from collage. The only problem is you despised him in highschool and he’s pretty sure Eddie’s in love with you.

Warnings: Eventual smut, pining, love triangle, no upside down, eventual steddie x reader, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, fluff, no use of Y/N so definitely a billion pet names. There’s not really any for this chapter, it’s mostly setting the scene for the rest of the story. Mentions of sex and some swearing. I will add additional warnings each chapter! But still my work is always 18+MNDI

A/N: Okay I found this in my docs and I was reading over it and got inspired to keep writing it. I’ve had this idea in my head for a long time about a Reader who has a kind of like pastel goth type of aesthetic. Like she plays D&D and loves horror but also really loves chick flicks and pink. She listens to Black Sabbath but then will turn around and listen to Blondie in the same 10 minutes. Collects Care Bears but has read every Anne Rice book. I feel like both Eddie and Steve would lose their minds over that. There will be no physical descriptions of reader besides the outfits she wears, which will be things like big chunky goth boots and fuzzy pink sweaters. Ngl it’s kinda self indulgent of me but I hope there’s others who can relate to her.🤭 divider I used is by: @firefly-graphics

Steve wasn’t obsessed with you, at least he tried to convince himself that was the case. He hadn’t seen you since you graduated and moved to the city. But ever since you’ve been back it’s like he sees you everywhere. You come into his work sometimes and rent horror movies, or on rare occasions you rent something totally cute and left-field like The Little Mermaid. You wore outfits that were somehow the hottest and cutest thing he’s ever seen at once, his favorite he’s ever seen you in was this short little black skirt and a pink button up cardigan that you replaced the buttons with little skulls all brought together by the big platform boots you’re usually wearing. That contrast just made him more infatuated with you. You were like sugar and spice wrapped up in one really beautiful girl.

But there were TWO major problems, one being that you hated him In highschool. He was an arrogant asshole who thought he was better than everyone, could do whatever he wanted and looked down on the kind of people you hung around. You were pretty quiet but outspoken and opinionated when you wanted to be, kept close to the few friends you had and always had your head in some kind of horror or vampire book that Steve would definitely not understand but would’ve totally listened to you talk about all day just to hear you talk about something you loved. He always thought you were pretty, even in highschool when you used to dress a lot more reserved. Mostly ripped jeans, the occasional Care Bears tee, and shirts of bands he didn’t know. He even asked you out once Junior year before he got with Nancy and you laughed in his face and said “yeah fucking right Harrington, good one” But now? You’re always wearing those little mini skirts, low cut tank tops, and ripped up fishnets. Steve literally feels like he can’t think around you.

Which brings him to problem number two…Eddie. You and Eddie are bestfriends and have been since middle school, he’s part of the reason you never liked Steve because of the way he and his friends treated Eddie. Even though Steve was never directly mean to YOU, his friends were and that was enough. But Steve and Eddie had a recently developed… acquaintanceship due to their mutual friendship with Dustin. It took some time and convincing but once they got past their preconceived notions of each other they were able to be civil. Eddie being in the group meant when you came back naturally you were integrated in as well. Which means Steve has seen you in an actual social setting multiple times now.

You think that would be great, right? Wrong. Eddie was constantly touching you. Holding your hand, putting his arms around your waist, you sitting IN HIS LAP. It drove Steve fucking crazy, especially because he knows that Eddie loves you and he feels just a little bad about it because he had actually started to really like Eddie and maybe even began to see him as a friend. But seeing him all over you drove him insane and made him have a bad taste in his mouth every time he heard his name. He was pretty sure you loved Eddie. The way you looked at him and the gentle way you handled him and spoke to him like he wasn’t the resident metalhead drug dealer but a giant teddy bear that needed to be hugged and cared for.

Steve would’ve given up in an instant if you said you were Eddie’s girl, but you always said you guys were bestfriends despite the fact that Eddie definitely called you his girl on multiple occasions to the entire group. You definitely had feelings for him. He could see it but there was also something keeping you from making it official and that gave Steve hope. Especially once you warmed up to him and started sitting on HIS lap sometimes. You would just come and plop down across his knees looking at him all sweet like it was the most casual thing and you didn’t just make his brain short circuit. You started calling him cute little pet names and kissing his cheek every time you saw him.

Again, these things would all be fantastic IF you didn’t do all the same things and more with Eddie. Every time you sat on Eddie’s lap he literally wanted to rip you off of him and kiss you right in front of Eddie’s smug face. He was always smirking at Steve over your shoulder because he knew Steve liked you. He confronted him about it last week when they were at the arcade with Dustin and Mike.

“So. You like her don’t you?” Eddie just asked him out of the blue. Steve looked at him with a confused look on his face not really registering what he meant at first “Huh? Like who?”

“Don’t play dumb man, you know who I’m talking about” Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes

“Why would you think she would ever like you back? You treated us like shit in highschool and just because she’s more confident and can stand to be in the same room as you, now you want her? Fuck that. She deserves better than that, she is so much more than how she looks.”

Steve was kind of taken back at first, knowing he wasn’t exactly wrong “You don’t think I know that Munson? I don’t just like her because she’s hot. She also has this confidence and energy about her that’s just really attractive. She’s fucking funny and not afraid to be herself. She’s got that whole sugar and spice thing going on where she’s so sweet and gentle one second and the next she’s cussing like a sailor going off on these cute little tangents. I thought we established I’m not the guy I was in highschool anymore. I’m not some player trying to go through women. I like her.” he kind of didn’t mean to say ALL of that but it just kept coming out once he started talking about you he couldn’t help it.

“Okay I get it, you actually like her. Either way she’s never going to go for you, you aren’t even her type.” He grabbed the sleeve of Steve’s bright blue crew neck “I’ve never seen her be into a pretty boy like you, she likes dudes who look like they’re part of the lost boys clan or the dudes she sees on MTV.”

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes “Sooo, you then? If you love her so much then why aren’t you with her?” Eddie flushed and his face fell slightly “because man, she’s the most important person in my life. Imagine if we got together for real and then we broke up? Things wouldn’t be the same between us, I might lose her entirely”

“When you say ‘for real’ what does that mean?” Steve asked him, hoping it didn’t mean what he thought it meant.

“I mean we do a lot of couple things, we go on bestfriend dates, we are super affectionate with each other, we fuck sometimes, but both of us are scared if we decided to be together for real it would ruin it” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t just metaphorically punch Steve in the chest with that information.

“So what? Are you guys exclusive or what? Because if you’re not, I’m going to ask her out.” Steve just shrugged trying to play it off.

“Dude. Are you seriously going to ask out my girl after what I just said!?”

“Yeah, DUDE. You just said she wasn’t yours so is she or isn’t she?”

“Now that I finally have you around without Eddie I can ask the question I’ve been dying to ask, what’s the deal with you two? Are you like, together?” Robin suddenly asked you out of the blue.

Her and Nancy finally convinced you to have a girls day with them. You went and got mani pedis and picked up lunch so you could eat it back at Nancy and Jonathan’s apartment while you watched some movies Robin got from work.

“I mean… Technically? No. You could say we are like bestfriends with benefits I guess? We have kind of been fooling around off and on since sophomore year of highschool when we lost our virginity to each other.”

“And you’re… okay with that?”

“Yeah Robin, I’m okay with it. We decided a long time ago that us being together for real wasn't really an option. Imagine if we broke up? I couldn’t handle losing him.” You bit your lip, just the thought of losing Eddie made you anxious.

Now you had Nancy curious “So have you ever been with anyone else? Or are you guys like exclusive friends with benefits? Because if you’ve only ever been with him I’d say you’re pretty much together anyways.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve had hookups and flings, so has Eddie. I had a few guys I went on a couple dates with when I was gone at school but I’ve never had an actual relationship really. Neither has he.”

“So you’re telling us, you’ve been fucking on and off and on for almost EIGHT YEARS, never had a real relationship, and yet you guys still aren’t actually together? Don’t you think that’s maybe the reason neither of you have ever had a relationship? You’re stuck on each other?” Nancy, always the voice of reason.

“I absolutely know that’s why, I compare every guy to Eddie and no one has measured up. He treats me like a princess, why would I want a boyfriend who treats me anything less than that?” You shrugged and took another bite of your egg roll.

“Okay but what about when you do find that person? Or he does? What then? Things will change either way.” Robin questioned. She had her own reasons for bringing this all up in the first place. She knew Steve liked you, and he made her promise not to mettle but just asking if you were single isn’t meddling, right?

“I don’t know Robin, we’ve never talked about it. We will cross that bridge when the time comes.” You hoped they would let it go after that. It’s not that you necessarily didn’t want to talk about your relationship with Eddie, it’s just whenever anyone brings up that it probably has an eventual expiration date you feel like your whole world is crashing down.

“So there’s really no one you’ve ever thought you really really liked?” Okay, maybe she was reaching meddling territory now.

“Nope. Never. Can we just watch dirty dancing now?”

You didn’t feel like elaborating more than that, especially since recently there was someone you’d started to like. It was confusing and very much against your will but you had started to develop a small crush on Steve. You tried really hard to give him the cold shoulder when you first got back, you spent years with feelings of animosity towards him but if even Eddie could give him another chance you figured you could too. Then of course he had to be just so sweet, and such a gentleman, always telling you that you looked pretty and he smelled so good. It honestly made you want to punch him in the face. Or kiss him. Or both.

Robin narrowed her eyes at you but decided to drop it for now, even though she could tell there was definitely something you weren’t telling them with how quickly you decided to change the subject.

“Yeah okay, let’s watch the movie. But I’m not letting this go forever.”

“I didn’t even think for a second that you would.” You laughed and pressed play on the VHS.

Your love life wasn’t brought up anymore after that but that didn’t keep you from thinking about it. What would happen if Eddie got a girlfriend? You and him were never exclusive but the thought of him actually loving someone made you feel sick. Did he feel the same way? You hoped he did. Does that mean you want things with him to be exclusive? You’d never really allowed yourself to have those thoughts but now you were starting to wonder.

Then there was Steve, who just added to your confusion. Something about him just drew you to him, even back in highschool when you felt nothing but negative feelings toward him it was like he was everywhere you looked. Maybe you always had a small crush on him but would’ve never in a million years admitted it to yourself back then. It’s not like you would’ve ever had a chance, he treated everyone like you like dirt under his shoe. He never bullied you directly but him picking on your friends was enough to tell you how he probably felt about you too. Then you remember that one time Junior year when he asked you out, did he actually mean it? The thought that he might like you made your insides heat up and you felt like one of those girls you used to make fun of in highschool for swooning over him.

Robin could practically see the gears turning in your head, it was very obvious you weren’t watching the movie at all and she knew she told Steve she wouldn’t involve herself but she just had this feeling…

“You like Steve don’t you?” Robin’s voice snapped you out of your cycle of spiraling thoughts and you whipped your head around to look at her.

“What!?”

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misseviehyde · 8 months

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INFLUENCED

Bryan sometimes wondered if he should have told his daughter Sarah about his plan to help her with her bullying problem - but by now it was far too late.

It wasn't like there was much of Bryan left anyway. Beckie had seen to that.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Sarah had come home in tears again. She told her Dad that she was being emotionally manipulated and abused by a brat in her class, Beckie.

Beckie wasn't like the other girls. She was... better. She had bigger tits, blonder hair, more expensive clothes and makeup. In short she was a total bully - and like all bullies she enjoyed having a victim to humiliate.

That victim was Sarah. Beckie had correctly identified that the pink haired goth girl would be an easy target. She undermined Sarah at every chance and mocked her for being different.

At first the other girls around them seemed uncomfortable, but none of them said or did anything. Some of them had been friends with Sarah for a long time - but their silence was deafening.

That didn't last long. Beckie had a strange influence on others. Gradually at first, but increasingly rapidly they began to change. They began to dress like Beckie, talk like Beckie - even starting to join in her bullying.

It was like some evil hive mind had taken control of the girls and made them think and act just like Beckie.

They began to get boob jobs and wear tight skirts and tiny tops. They dumped their boyfriends and began to fuck black guys only. High heels and boots replaced comfortable trainers and shoes. Attitudes became troublesome, arrogance grew and bit by bit they became empty souless brats who loved to tease and lead on all the boys

All except Sarah who was left isolated and tormented. Beckie and her goons were now everywhere and Sarah didn't even want to go to college anymore.

That's why Bryan decided to have it out with Beckie. This couldn't go on.

He didn't tell Sarah his plan - not that it was much of a plan. Just go and confront Beckie, get her to leave his daughter alone.

He drove over to the luxurious condo where Beckie and her rich divorced Mom (four husbands) lived. There was a pink Landrover parked on the drive and a giant swimming pool at the back.

Banging on the door Bryan was relieved when Beckie opened it. She was wearing a tiny LA Boutine bikini set and her long blonde hair fell wantonly over her shoulders. It was hard to read her expression thanks to the mirror shades she wore.

"What the fuck do you want?" she yawned boredly examining a long bejewelled manicured nail.

"I want you to leave my daughter Sarah alone!" grunted Bryan in what he hoped was an intimidated way.

Beckie's whole demeanour changed as she realised who he was. Her lips twitched into a naughty smile and her blue eyes twinkled excitedly as she tore off her shades. It wasn't the reaction he had expected.

"Nooooo fucking way! This is so cool. Get in here."

Giggling excitedly, Beckie yanked Bryan into the house. Sliding her small sexy hand into his she lead him inside and he dazedly followed.

A pink fog seemed to instantly descend around Bryan. Rational decisions and thoughts became sluggish and hard. A dreamlike quality now surrounded the day and Bryan found himself going along with his daughters bully.

"What did you say your name was? Bailey?"

"No, Bryan," he croaked weakly.

"I prefer Bailey. Beckie and Bailey sounds a lot hotter right Bailey?"

Bailey blinked. He didn't know why but it made a lot of sense. Yes, Bailey was a much better name.

"So Bailey, does Sarah know you're here?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone."

"Fuck yeah, this is perfect. None of those bitches have quite got what it takes to be my bestie. I was wondering which of them to fully transform, but now you just walked out of the blue and gave me the perfect answer. If no one knows you came here, they'll never find you once we're done."

Bailey blinked. He didn't know what the fuck Beckie was talking about.

"What the hell are you talking a..."

"First rule Bailey. You NEVER interrupt me when I'm talking and you never question me. Whatever I say you go along with, right? That's what besties like you are for! I'm the hot one and you're my sexy little shadow. You don't have any opinions of your own, you just copy mine."

Bailey blinked and his mouth clamped shut. Besties? What the fuck was this demented bitch talking about? Still he should probably do as she said. She probably knew best. In fact Beckie seemed really cool and hot. He bet her opinions were much better than his.

"Second rule is we always dress to impress. I need to get out of this bikini and we need to get you in some decent clothes. Come upstairs with me now."

Bailey followed Beckie up to her bedroom. The pink fog was stronger now. It was like the longer he was in her presence, the easier it was to go along with what she wanted.

"You're obviously not as strong minded as your daughter anyway. The influence doesn't seem to work very well on her. Not that I care so long as it affects everyone else. I'm the best right?"

Bailey just nodded stupidly and said, "Yes Beckie."

"Well you seem very susceptible which is pretty hot. Seeing as you're going to be my bestie I'll tell you about it. I don't know how or why but I was born with a power. I call it the influence. It let's me change reality and people around me. I always get the things that I want eventually. People just change to match my expectations. Those losers at college are all well on the way to being popular girls like me, but it can take time. When I really want something though the influence gets more powerful."

Bailey nodded along, "Wow, that sounds hot Beckie."

"It is hot. It's so fucking hot. It makes me feel like a God. Right now Bailey I've never wanted anything so much as to turn you from that losers nice kind Daddy into my evil, bitchy bestie. Just look at how fast the influence is working. Look down."

Bailey looked down. Whilst he had been talking to Beckie he hadn't noticed how tingly his body had been. He gasped. His male clothes now hung loose and baggy over his body which had shrunk to nearly half the size. He was an inch shorter than Beckie now and his arms and legs seemed stick thin. His tummy was as flat as a washboard and all his body hair was gone.

"Take off those stupid fucking clothes - you look dumb. We need to get you into a new outfit right now.

Bailey didn't object as Beckie helped him out of his clothes. He noticed his skin looked younger. His hands were now more delicate and his feet were tiny. His whole body felt like a dolls. He looked down and gawped at his crotch. His dick was... it was gone!

"What are you staring at Bailey? Haven't you ever seen a pussy before. Kind of weird seeing as you're a girl."

Bailey frowned and she shook her head - but it was hopeless to fight the influence. Of course she was a girl. She had always been a girl.

Grabbing Bailey's hand Beckie pulled her into her bathroom and shoved her in front of the mirror. Bailey gasped at the vision in front of her.

A beautiful girl with small but perfect tits, a perky ass and long dark hair was looking back at her.

"Look how pretty you are Bailey. You're worthy to be my bestie. Now let's get you into a bodystocking and fix that makeup."

Bailey loved feeling Beckie's skillful fingers fix her lipstick, mascara and foundation. "Of course you know how to do all this right?" smirked Beckie. "Show me... you try."

Bailey took the brush from her besties hands and skillfully continued to apply her makeup as if she had done it all her life.

It felt like she was replacing her old personality and thoughts as she applied more makeup. Being feminine felt so good.

"Good girl, you look so hot! Now the third rule is that being a bitch always feels good. From now on you are going to be a bully. Being my bestie means you have to be just as mean and as cruel as I am."

"Yes Beckie, that sounds hot," giggled Bailey as she felt her morals melt away.

"Then say it," gloated Beckie.

"Being a bitch always feels good. I'm cruel and mean and I like it."

As she said the words Bailey felt her nipples get hard and her pussy getting wet.

"And who's the biggest loser we know?" hissed Beckie with evil glee. "Who deserves to get bullied every day?"

"S... Sarah?" guessed Bailey, feeling a flash of guilt that then faded to never return.

"That's right. Doesn't it feel good to know you're better than her? What does she mean to you?"

"N...nothing... she means nothing. I fucking hate her. I want to bully and humiliate her for being such a skank."

Bailey giggled as the words oozed out of her mouth. Yessss this is what she wanted. Wasn't it?

Beckie lifted Bailey back off the bed and walked her to the mirror.

"Very good. Now tell me... who are you?"

"Me? I'm Bailey your bestie and I love being a fucking brat. I hate Sarah and I share all your opinions."

Part of Bailey suddenly rebelled... a bit of her that was shrinking fast. She groaned and gripped her head. "Noooo you can't stop me, this is my body now. I'm Bailey and I love it."

Giggling Beckie slid a long glass dildo into her besties hands. "Don't worry babe, it's just the last part of your old pysche trying to fight back. Make yourself cum and he'll give in forever. My influence is too strong!"

Lying on the bed, Bailey unpopped her lingerie and exposing her tight pussy slowly slid the dildo inside.

"I'm a... unnnnff bitch, I'm a bully I ooooohhh hate Sarah."

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Wet squelches filled the air and the sounds of panting moans as Bailey pleasured her new body and the final barriers to her mind began to break down to Beckie's obscene influence.

"That's it. You're just like me now Bailey. You're a rich, mean, popular slut. You will never escape my influence."

"Yesssss I'm a rich slut and I'm a oooooh fucking bitch. I'm a BIIIIITTTTTCHHHH!"

Bailey screamed and yanked the dildo out as her pussy throbbed and she began to squirt. Her brain went white hot as her new personality and thoughts locked forever.

She was such a bitch and she loved it.

Beckie stroked her hair and giggled. "Don't worry, my influence will give you a new identity. Everyone will falsely remember you've always been my bestie. Well everyone except Sarah. We're going to have so much fun together babe..."

**********

Sarah cried as her Mom tried to comfort her. Bryan had been missing for weeks now and the police couldn't provide any answers. She'd barely slept, barely eaten. No one could find even a trace of him.

Her Mom had taken her out for coffee and they were sat outside in the sunshine when she saw her bullies approaching.

Beckie and Bailey laughed and giggled to each other as they passed, saying something mean. Bailey dropped a note as she passed and despite herself Sarah picked it up.

It was a scrumpled missing note - one of the ones she'd put up everywhere. It showed Bryan and offered a reward for information about his disappearance.

Someone had written in lipstick on the note.

"Your Daddy hates you so he left home. You're a fucking loser."

Sarah felt more tears come as she saw the mean girls laughing at her reaction. In their centre a gloating Beckie smiled approvingly at her protegee Bailey.

She really was a great influence on the bitch...

The End

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #corruption #m2f corruption #bully #brat #influenced #reality change #evil bitch

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fandomfucker · 11 days

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I loved your rhea x singer post, what about one where the readers more of a popstar who's the complete opposite of rhea and how people would react because they're so different from eachother

Link to part 1

This was actually so unnecessarily difficult cause I don't really listen to pop so please excuse any bad choices that may have been made😣

You'd definitely give off Sabrina Carpenter/Chappell Roan vibes

Like that's your aesthetic

Very popular, especially with teenage girls

It's giving floral skirt, flowy lavender long sleeve crop, and white platform boots (something like this)

You're gold while Rhea is silver

You contrast but in a way that works

Verrry girly girly in a way that made people doubt whether you two were actually dating youre so different

People only really accepted it when the two of you started matching, except yours was pink and hers was black

The pink goth isn't really your vibe but you'll occasionally wear it to match with Rhea because it makes her happy

The fans also go absolutely mental when you two wear matching clothes

Y'all dynamic is very much August and Jane from One Last Stop and the fans have even made fanart of you two as them

Rhea wanted to know more about this couple that's supposedly just like you guys so much that she read the book and absolutely fell in love

Back to the singer part though, you'd have songs like

The fans call you Marceline and Princess Bubblegum from Adventure time cause Rheas music taste is very much 💀🕷🦇🔪🩸🖤👁‍🗨 meanwhile yours is very 🎀🩷🌷✨🩰💫🪞

Some songs I think you'd write are definitely not Rhea's taste and it shocked fans to their very core when she posted something about listening to one of your songs before yall officially announced

Because your genre is more indie/pop than anything you have a TON of love songs, particularly about one woman in particular

CASUAL BY CHAPPELL ROAN

Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

I F*cking Love You by Zolita

On the more pop side of the spectrum of your music, Masterpiece by Cloudy June, Song About You by The Band Camino, and (once again) Nothin Like You by Dan + Shay

The fans absolutely live for yalls dynamic as much as they might not have believed in it at first

People totally thought yall would just be too different and break up but youre going on almost 5 years strong now

You switch off on picking halloween costumes every year due to your differing tastes

The costumes and insta pics always go HARD

Rhea's co-workers and wrestling fam all go to your concerts when you happen to be in the same place and they all love your music

While it is a lot more sapphic than most of them are probably used to, its pretty versatile so everyone enjoys

Coachella goes absolutely nuts when you show up wearing a leather jacket made custom made for you to match one of Rhea's jackets

She shows up to Raw wearing the same matching jacket right after and the building about blows up

#rhea ripley #the judgement day #wwe #wwe raw #rhea ripley x reader #the judgment day #tjd x reader #the judgement day x reader #the judgment day wwe #rhea ripley headcanons #rhea ripley imagine #mami rhea #rhea ripley x oc

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gay-wh0re-slut · 8 months

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If your requests are still open I have one

Something spicy, with Rhea x fem! dancer!reader, where reader is a dancer and Rhea gets to see her practice in person? (Reader is in a dance group or something) Like she's seen videos but never got the experience in person and probably gets hot and bothered about readers dancing? Like the display of energy and movement gets to Rhea and she drags reader off somewhere after practice for smexy times :)

my requests are always open, so thank you!!!!

this is so crazy that you say that bc i was a dancer omg so i will DEFINITELY be getting into this hehehheee i’m geeking rn thinking of all the things i could do

CW: hot sex with buff goth wrestler and her hot dancer girlfriend !! (sub rhea, dom reader, car sex, fingering, face sitting, scissoring, slight praise/degradation from reader)

En Pointe

“i’ll be there soon, baby” Rhea texted you. She dropped you off before she went to have lunch with the boys and run some errands, but now she was on her way to watch your invited dress rehearsal for your performance this weekend.

You’ve been practicing for months on this dance with your team and it was almost finally time to show it off. When you heard that you could invite people to one of the dress rehearsals, of course you had to invite her. In the past, you would show her videos of the classes you took where they did short one minute dances that you learned in two hours, and she loved watching every second of it.

The minute she learned that you were having a performance of a new dance, she immediately went on to say, “I don’t want any videos or sneak peaks, I want to be surprised,” so you did just that…or you tried to. You were never good at keeping silly little secrets from her, like surprise parties or gifts that you got her for birthday or the holidays. But she insisted and you compromised by showing her a new trick you learned.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” says your friend.

“Y’all are so cute on instagram, I can’t wait to see it in person,” says another.

You were so excited to show her off that you couldn’t help but smile wide every time she was brought up.

“i’m here! where do i go?” she texted only fifteen minutes later.

“to the right through the double doors, there should be signs,” you reply.

Two minutes pass of you waiting, giddy, giggling and checking the hallways every two seconds until finally you saw the tall buff woman come down the hallway. You ran to her immediately and jumped on her as if you haven’t seen in her in forever when in reality, it was four hours.

“Hey, baby,” she caught you.

“Hiiiiiii!!!” you finally climbed down, “come meet my friends first!” as your drag her to the audience.

Hello’s and Nice-to-meet-you’s went on for ten minutes before they called for places, and off you went. You kissed her goodbye as she found her seat. Fourth row, middle section, middle seat, “It has the best view,” your friends told her with a wink.

The lights went dark signaling the beginning of the performance.

When you were in the audience, you were wearing sweatpants and a big tshirt to hide your costume so when the lights came up on you wearing a black leather low cut halter top (that you put too much trust in), a tiny red miniskirt, (the other girls had different colors), knee high white socks (with matching red bows on the calf), and black lace-up heeled boots, you could hear a loud gasp come from the audience and you immediately knew it was Rhea.

You smiled immediately, and then the song came on, Partition by Beyoncé. A faint “oh my god!” could be heard and you knew who’s accent that belonged to. Your friends giggled on stage as they began to move around you.

The dance lasted the full length of the song with you and your team dancing on chairs, dancing with each other, doing flips, tricks and turns. Some moves were definitely seductive, and you couldn’t help but think about how she was itching to get ahold of you in the audience, twitching in her chair, fidgeting like crazy. It made you dance better knowing she was watching.

After the standing ovation from the 20 invited guests, and the multiple Good job’s and That was amazing’s, you wrapped your arm around the muscular tattooed arm beside you as you walked out together.

“Baby,” Rhea finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“That was so fucking hot,” she admitted.

“You think so?” you knew it was, but you loved to hear her say it.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat, I wanted to take you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” she unlocked the car and opened your door for you.

She leaned on the top of her truck with one foot on the step as you sat, watching your every move.

“So you thought it was good, huh?” you tease as you buckle your seatbelt.

She gently grabs the side of your neck, which turns into a forceful grip sending a shock straight to your core causing you to whimper.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautifully slutty in my life,” she whispers millimeters away from your face.

She lets you go with a push, not letting you have the satisfaction of a kiss. You huff as she closes the door and walks to driver’s side.

Before you knew it, she turned down a road you didn’t know.

“Where…are we going?” you were a bit scared.

“You’ll see,” she smirked.

Now you were all the way scared. Please don’t murder me, please don’t kidnap me, please. Your leg bounced with anxiety.

“I’m not going to murder you,” she answers your silent plea, “I scoped it out before rehearsal, just wait, I promise it’ll be okay,” she placed her hand on your thigh and it immediately stopped bouncing.

You were still weary of her, but she never broke her promises, ever.

She pulled off the path into a clearing between some trees, to an overlook of the city. Your eyes gleamed at the dancing lights below you as you leaned forward for a better look, “oh, wow.”

“I told you,” she unbuckled, “now c’mon.”

You followed her lead and got out of the truck to the front of it. She picked you up and placed you on the hood that was still hot from the drive, but you didn’t mind too much because it was a cool night. She jumped up next to you and wrapped her arm around you pulling you into her. The two of you sat there for what seemed like forever, taking in the different sounds of nature, but also distant cars rushing through the streets of your hometown.

“You ready for the best part?” she whispered as she kissed your head.

You nodded excitedly as she got down, “stay there a minute,” she ordered.

You hear the sound of the bed opening, then the car door opening and closing, then the bed cover being removed, “okay,” she huffed, “c’mere!”

So you hopped down and went to the back of the truck when you were met with a mattress inside the truck bed with fake tea candles somehow stuck to the sidewalls and rose petals strewn across the light pink blanket covering the mattress.

“Baby!…What is all this?” you smile hard.

“Well, I wasn’t getting lunch with the boys if that’s what you’re wondering,” she kicked a rock shyly with her hands behind her back.

“It’s perfect,” you began to get a little teary eyed at the gesture.

She sighed with relief then suddenly she picked you up once more and landed you on the mattress with a yelp. She followed and laid down on her side with her head propped on her fist, “now show me some of those moves you did on stage,” she patted on the bed.

You understood her orders and started crawling towards her and then on top of her, straddling her waist as she turned on her back under you. Immediately, your lips crashed into hers as she held your thighs pulling you closer. Small moans escaped the both of you as you held her face craving as much of her as possible.

You finally sat up to catch your breath, “so you liked my dance?”

“I didn’t think you could get any hotter and then you did, so no…I fucking loved it. The skimpy outfit, the heels, your ASS! I knew you were flexible but damn, who knew you could shake your ass in a split!”

You blushed at the thought her getting all hot and bothered. “Well I’m glad you liked it,” you laugh.

“No baby, I didn’t like it, I loved it. I loved you, I loved watching you. And I was serious when I said that I could’ve taken you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” her tone became serious with the last bit which is when you knew you were about to get fucked out of your mind.

She ripped your shirt off to find you still wearing the halter top, “holy fuck,” she stared at your chest for a full minute with her mouth wide open, “you’re kidding,” she finally spoke.

“Nope, keep going,” you smirked as you stood up for her to take your sweatpants off.

“There’s no way,” and she ripped your sweatpants down to find the tiny red skirt and the knee high socks, “oh my god.”

You kicked the sweatpants off and stood over her with your hands on your hips, one foot popped, sinking into your hip, showing off your outfit for her. You turn around to pick up your sweatpants where she could easily see that the shorts you were wearing under your skirt for the performance were replaced with a lacy matching red thong. You stand back up and place your sweat pants out of the way, smiling at her.

When you see her mouth open on the brink of drooling, you bend over to close it. She pulls you down and kisses you hard. “Please for the love of everything holy, sit on my face,” she pleads.

So you maneuver your way towards her head and try to ease your way down but in one swift motion she grabs your hips, moves the red lace to the side and forces you down anyway. Her tongue immediately makes contact with your hot center causing a moan to fall out of you. You brace yourself on the back window and holding onto the top rack, “fuck,” you whisper.

She hums into you as her response sending chills through your body. As she laps at your entrance, you can feel the tension in your stomach rising and quickly. You didn’t notice how bad you needed her until now, “oh fuck…yeah right there, baby,” you whimper as your clit becomes the center of her tongues attention.

You only just now noticed that you were riding her face, up and down, back and forth, shaking the truck slightly as you did. The tattooed hand found its way to your entrance, hinting at wanting to come inside. Two fingers slowly nudged their way inside of you and your head falls backward, with a loud groan to follow. She slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you, making you drip down her hand, to her wrist, and probably all the way down her arm.

You didn’t want to wait for her to quicken the pace so you did it yourself. Grinding on her fingers, losing your breath, hearing the noises of your wetness on her tongue drove you crazy for more. The two of were so in sync that it didn’t take long for the pressure inside to push past the breaking point.

Whimpers and moans escaped your throat with every bounce. She could feel your walls beginning clench around her fingers, noticing how wet she was getting too, she couldn’t help but try to relieve some of the pressure by squeezing her legs together.

As suddenly as it began, it ended. The pressure released from you sending your eyes to the back of your head, your legs quivered over her, and the loudest moan you’ve ever made flew out of you. The truck stilled as you came down from your high slumping over and rolling out of the position, to laying down next to her. “Holy fuck,” you say between breaths.

You turn your head towards her but you catch her sucking her fingers off, cleaning them of you. “Holy fuck,” you repeat as you climb back on top of her but this time to kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips.

She moans into the kiss but breaks it soon after, “if I would have known that your dance would be that hot, I would’ve come to all the rehearsals.”

“I tried to tell you!”

“Dammit, you did, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you began to caress her torso, gently dragging your hands over her breasts while ever so slightly squeezing them, then continuing down to her stomach. You slide down her legs as you started to kiss all over her. Her neck, her chest, her sternum, her stomach, her pelvis, to her thighs, which were barely covered by booty shorts. Her hands were finding anyway to touch you, soft quick moans coming from above you as you traveled your way down her toned body.

“My turn,” you say as you forcefully take off her black shorts.

“I don’t think you could do it,” Rhea chuckled.

“Do what?” you question, offended.

“I don’t think you could be a top.”

“Then you don’t know me at all Ripley,” you smile devilishly.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” she rolls her eyes sarcastically.

You crawl back up to her with her eyes watching the shirt barely holding everything in, not realizing that she did like the thought of you being on top or A Top for that matter.

“I would suggest you listen to me or you’ll regret underestimating me,” you growl with fury in your eyes.

You watched her eyes widen as much as possible when she gulped under you. Your hand snuck its way up to her throat and closed around it pushing her head back, “I’m your Mami tonight, understood?”

She nods her head, but that wasn’t enough for you because it wouldn’t be enough for her. So you tighten your grip, “Under. Stood?”

“Y-yes Mami,” she pleads.

You finally let go, “Good girl.”

You could feel the chills start to form on her body, maybe from the cool night or maybe because you just rocked her shit, but either way it was going to be fun. You kiss your way back down her body as slowly as possible.

You get back to her thighs and just before you devour into her, you pop your head up, “You know I’m kidding right?”

“W-What?”

“I could never be a top. Too much responsibility,” you giggle.

She exhales loudly, “that’s a shame.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…that was really fucking hot, so please try or you will regret it later, princess,” she glares, “and please fuck me because I’m dying.”

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, are we?” your run your hand over her already soaking underwear as she writhed at the touch.

“Yess.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Mami!”

And with that you take her blue underwear off, and dive right in. You begin sucking on her clit immediately hearing a breathy “oh fuck,” from above you. You wanted to make sure that she was extra wet, so you met her eyes as you spit on her already oozing center. She moaned at the sight, tangling her hands in your hair. After a few more strokes from your tongue, you stood up, licked your lips, and removed your red thong.

She watched you in both awe and disappointment from stopping, but she was surprised when you sat back down. But this time you were diagonal on top of her with one leg over her leg and one leg under her other, centering yourself so that your clit matched up with hers.

“Oh god yes…fuck,” She murmured when you began to scissor her.

You brought her leg to your shoulder and held onto her muscular thigh for stability as you rocked back and forth, hitting your sweet spot every time, hoping you were hitting hers. From the sounds she was making, you assumed correctly. And the sounds were beautiful, the wet sticky from beneath you mixing with her whimpers of pleasure, were sending you over the edge.

“Look at you being a good slut for your Mami,” you force out. It sounded weird coming from you but you grew more confidence once you saw how it made her feel. Her cheeks were flushed as she gripped onto the wall of the truck bed for anything she could hold, which made you realize you were literally rocking the truck with your motions. That didn’t stop you though, it only made you go harder.

You were pulling out all the stops tonight because you don’t when you’ll ever be a top again so you pull the, “You’re feel so good against me, my baby,” and the, “Look at you, taking Mami’s cunt like the slut you are,” with loud moans coming from the raven haired woman below you.

The truck was squeaking you were going so hard, but you didn’t care. You were determined to make her cum harder than she ever has before, you made it a mission ever since you decided to be Mami for a night.

“Please Mami, can I cum?” she surprised you.

“Not yet,” another Top card she liked to pull all the time, so you knew you had to pull it on her too.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Please Mami!”

“Not. Yet. You’re doing too good to let it all go now, baby,” the truth was that you wanted to cum with her and you were almost there. “Just a bit longer.”

Her response was loud whimpers with every hit of your swollen clits.

After a few more hard thrusts, you were finally close enough to where if she came, you would to, but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she could without asking so you hold off until she begged again. Maybe you could be a top after all, you thought.

“Mami please let me cum, I can’t hold it much longer,” she basically yelled it. Her tits were bouncing, her hair was almost matted, her face was beet red as sweat gleamed from her forehead. You could feel her legs shaking from anticipation.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over Mami’s cunt.”

And so she did just that. Her back arched, her legs tensed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “FUCK,” she screamed, “YES… GOD,” her legs began to shake, “FFF-U-U-UCK!”

You followed her lead and came once more, screaming the sounds of pleasure until you were both a sweaty mess of moans and whimpers. You slowed your pace as the truck slowed with you. Lazily throwing her leg down you got off of her slowly and laid down next to her once more. You were both breathing heavily and couldn’t speak for two minutes.

“Damn, you were so good at that,” she broke the silence.

“Which part?”

“All of it,” she looked over to you as you caught her bright blue eyes, “the scissoring, the confidence of your words…everything.” She turned back to looking at the stars in the night sky, “you need to be on top more often.”

“Yes, Mami.”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader

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sangysquish · 1 year

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Goth girl who stays inside all summer because she refuses to wear anything other than all black and ends up getting really pale and chubby from being shut in eating ice cream to stay cool.

Winter comes around and her shut in habits continue in a dangerously softening cycle

Her friends decide to check in on her and they are greeted by their almost unrecognizably fat goth friend. Her ghostly pale dough oozing out of all of her now ill fitting clothes.

It’s clear that she hasn’t cleaned in months either, as endless food wrappers and empty takeout containers blanket every flat surface of her home.

#sangy rambles

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 6 days

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The Beach

Note: This one's for the goth girls who don't like summer. Thank you for the lovely request, @foxyanon! I hope you like it!

Warnings: none, just fluff!

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x Witchy!Reader (f)

Summary: You joined Sihtric on his first ever trip to the beach.

Word count: 2.2k

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You were utterly and totally shocked when you found out that Sihtric, your long time boyfriend, had never been near a beach or even seen one. You knew he had endured a rough and quite secluded upbringing, but to meet someone who had never seen the ocean was just wild to you. And once you told Sihtric that the beach was only about an hour drive from your shared home, he became overly excited and had been begging you to go with him every single day ever since. It drove you absolutely mental. And it's not that you didn't want to take Sihtric to the beach, you were actually very excited to see his reaction, but being a witch and an enjoyer of all things dark and spooky; a hot and sunny beach wasn't exactly a place you longed to be at.

Not that witches didn't belong there or can't enjoy such a thing, of course they can… you just weren't one of those witches. You preferred to stay indoors, nice and comfortable, and especially on hot summer days you wanted nothing more than to lay on your couch with the fan on and the curtains closed. And Sihtric knew that. He simply adored and worshipped you, so of course he was aware of the fact that you were not a summer person. And so he would do everything he could to make a trip to the beach as comfortable as possible for you.

He went out of his way to buy a huge beach umbrella, a black one of course, and he got two matching beach chairs as well. When he wanted to pay for it, the sales lady also managed to persuade him into buying a coolbox and a beachball, as well as some towels, the latter which you already had enough of at home. Sihtric wasn't sure how he had suddenly wasted a ton of money once he walked out of the store, but it just happened and now he had to deal with it.

When the weather was finally beach perfect, you agreed to join Sihtric to the dreaded destination. Sihtric packed up everything he had bought and loaded the trunk of the car, and he jumped behind the wheel as fast as he could. He was impatiently waiting for you to step out of the house, and he honked several times to make sure you knew how eager he was to go. You rolled your eyes at the fifth honk. Sihtric surely was lucky that he was so cute and handsome, with his trained body and sexy short haircut, but he was also very good at being a menace. You loved him for it though, you couldn't deny that, and he simply loved you for the way that you were.

And Sihtric was floored when he saw you step out the front door, wearing a huge black sun hat while dressed in a black bikini with a black lace dress on top. He stared at you from behind the wheel with his jaw dropped, and he slowly lowered his sunglasses to get an even better look at you as you approached the car. He never understood how he had gotten so damn lucky to get such a hot witchy girl like you. Sihtric had actually been terrified of you when you first met, being quite superstitious and fearing you would throw a curse on him. But he soon learned you were all about light and love, despite your dark clothes and interests.

Sihtric composed himself again once you got in the car, and he had to shift awkwardly in his seat a few times because his black swimming trunks had gotten a little tight after he had eyed you up. He then started the car and drove off so fast, the tires squealed on the asphalt and small clouds of smoke erupted from them. You glared at Sihtric and he knew he shouldn't hit the gas like that, but he was just excited and you couldn't blame him. Once you arrived, you were happy to find the parking at the beach was rather quiet, which meant that despite the nice weather the place wouldn't be too crowded.

'Shit,' you cursed under your breath as you grabbed the beach bag Sihtric had packed, 'I forgot to bring my book. I left it on the table so I wouldn't forget it…'

You groaned and shook your head, disapproving of your own mistake.

'Don't worry, darling,' Sihtric said and kissed your cheek, 'you'll be fine, I promise.'

You mumbled something inaudible while you watched Sihtric grab the huge umbrella, the chairs and the coolbox.

'Are these towels new?' you frowned as you looked in the bag you held.

'Eh, maybe,' Sihtric coughed, 'they… they came with the chairs. Oh, that beachball too. And this coolbox too.'

'Really?' you raised your eyebrow with suspicion, 'must've been a good deal then, huh?'

'Oh, for sure,' Sihtric lied and quickly slammed the trunk shut.

He managed to awkwardly carry everything up to the sandy dunes. He was beyond excited but also didn't expect climbing those sand mountains to reach the sea would be such a struggle, but he knew it would be worth it. And it truly was, for even you teared up when you saw his face once you had climbed to the top and the beach came into view. Sihtric just stood there with his mouth open as he stared at the sight, and he mindlessly dropped everything he held as he was simply mesmerised by the blue water and their enchanting waves.

'It's… it's beautiful,' he stammered eventually.

As much as you disliked the heat, you immediately forgot about all of that upon seeing your other half so moved by something that was so normal to you. Once Sihtric managed to stop gaping he picked up everything again and followed you down the dune and onto the beach. You sighed when you remembered how you had forgotten to bring a book to read, but your bad mood was only temporary as Sihtric began to unfold one of the huge towels and spread it out on the sand. He then set up the black umbrella for you and placed the two beach chairs next to each other, with the coolbox and beach bag in the middle.

'For my lady,' Sihtric smiled proudly with a light blush on his cheeks, already slightly sunkissed.

You couldn't help but smile a little shyly as he took your hand and made you sit down. And a comfortable spot it was, in the cool shadow of the umbrella, accompanied by a faint breeze and the calming sound of the distant waves. Sihtric then opened the coolbox and surprised you with your favourite drink and some fresh fruits. And just when you thought he couldn't be more thoughtful, he rummaged through the beach bag and pulled out the book you had forgotten to pack. You were speechless, and luckily your large sunglasses hid your teary eyes as he gave you your book. And seconds later Sihtric had taken off his shirt and kicked off his flip flops, ready to run towards the water, but you stopped him in time.

'Honey,' you said, 'you really need to put on some sunscreen or you will get an awful sunburn.'

Sihtric figured you were right and, after searching through the bag, he handed you the bottle. You put some of the protective lotion on your hands and began to slowly massage his broad shoulders and his back, your fingers smoothly sliding between his shoulder blades and down his spine. Sihtric smiled a little dazed and closed his eyes as you continued to rub the lotion onto his skin. His biceps were so toned, you needed both hands to work his arms and make sure they were completely covered.

Then you told Sihtric to turn around and you applied the sunscreen onto his muscular chest and his abs, feeling every muscle underneath your fingers as your hands stroked his body slowly. You felt a little dizzy, not sure if it was caused by the warmth of the sun already or if it was simply because of your hot boyfriend who looked so effortlessly and ridiculously good. Then you dropped down on your knees for him, and for a second Sihtric's eyes grew wide before he realised you were only down on your knees because you had to apply sunscreen to his legs too. A little relieved, but also quite disappointed, Sihtric relaxed for a moment but tensed up again as soon as he felt your hands massage him just beneath his thigh, and a strangled moan sounded in his throat when you repeated the same movements on his other leg.

'Don't go into the water right away, you'll wash it all off again,' you warned him, 'and if you do go into the water, then be careful. It can be dangerous and you don't want to get caught in a rip current.'

'No, I only want to wet my feet,' Sihtric said, a little spooked by your warning.

He grabbed his sunglasses while you sat back with your book, and he kissed your cheek before he ran off towards the water. You kept an eye on him while you enjoyed your snacks, and you saw how he kept walking in circles near the water. Each time the water approached him, he quickly took a few steps back, only to act all brave again once the water retreated. And when the water tricked him and was faster than he could hop away, Sihtric let out a light yelp once he felt the coldness of the ocean.

You smiled when you heard him laugh out of pure joy, and he chased the water several times more before he suddenly seemed distracted. You looked over the rim of your shades as you tried to figure out what he was doing in the distance while he was suddenly crouched down on the beach.

'Babe?' you yelled, 'are you okay?'

'Yeah!' he called back, a little absentminded as he picked something up and came back running to you, 'look what I found, darling! For you,' he smiled and handed you a tiny seashell.

'Thanks, sweetheart,' you chuckled and placed the seashell on top of the coolbox.

Sihtric immediately ran back towards the water again and you heard him gasp.

'There's more!' he yelled back at you, 'oh! Big ones too! Honey, look!'

'I know about the seashells, Sihtric,' you laughed, 'I used to collect them when I was a kid.'

'Collect them?' Sihtric breathed in awe as he suddenly spotted seashells everywhere around him.

And he then began to carefully search the beach, looking for the prettiest shells and collecting them after careful inspection. Because only those in mint condition and with the most beautiful colours were good enough to bring you, as a token of his love and appreciation. And once he simply couldn't carry any more, he came back to you with a huge smile on his face.

'For you,' he said again with his proud yet shy smile, and he dumped the dozens of seashells in front of your feet, on the towel.

'Oh, I… thank you,' you chuckled while Sihtric didn't even hear you and already ran back to find you more shiny objects.

You shook your head as you smiled, adoring the almost child-like innocence he sometimes had, which was a pleasing contrast to his muscular and rugged appearance. You managed to read a few pages of your book while finishing your drink before Sihtric returned to you again, and handed you a shell that was almost the size of his palm.

'I found this!' he smiled, 'look how big it is! I can't believe it was just laying there-'

He was interrupted when you suddenly shrieked and jumped up as something had crawled out of the shell onto your hand.

'That's a fucking hermit crab, Sihtric!' you screamed and tossed the inhabited shell far away.

You shuddered and waved your hands with disgust as you could still feel the creature touch you, and Sihtric was quick to apologise once he realised how spooked you were.

'It's okay,' you said once you had calmed yourself down, 'just… no more shells, okay? And you also look like you're getting a sunburn despite the sunscreen, you have to be careful.'

'I'm so sorry, darling,' he said, bewildered and just as spooked, 'I… I didn't know.'

He was quick to pull you in his arms, and he kissed your face all over while he continued to murmur how sorry he was.

Sihtric nodded and looked back at the water.

'So… do those things like, live in the water?'

'There's a whole lot living in the water,' you chuckled as you sat back in your chair, 'you don't want to know, trust me.'

'Oh,' Sihtric mumbled and grimaced.

He suddenly didn't feel the need anymore to step into the water, or even onto the sand again after his newfound knowledge. If that crab was hiding in that shell, then who knows what else was hiding out there. Sihtric shuddered at the gruesome thoughts he had of gigantic crabs lurking in the water, and he decided he would enjoy the rest of the afternoon just sitting beside you, in the shade, where it was safe from crawling creatures and also safe from the sun. But soon he would discover a new kind of enemy after he opened a package of crisps; the fearless seagulls.

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The Crush | Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson is a cool, simple guy who is also the famous son of Poseidon who helped save the world. But, talking to the pretty girl in his English class still seems impossible.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Pussy Jackson

Percy sat behind Chloé in English. She was tall and intimidating, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to work up the courage to talk to her. Sure, he wasn’t in high school anymore, but he still felt nervous around her like he was sixteen years old again. Chloé Jardine was, after all, the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

He knew Chloé was a Roman demigod, a daughter of Nox, the Roman equivalent of Nyx, the goddess of darkness and the night. She was a fairly typical child of Nox, a sort of minimalistic goth.

She had long, pitch black hair, with tiny micro bangs partially covering her forehead. She was also noticeably pale, as if she only ever went out at nighttime. Most people thought she looked scary, but Percy thought she looked magical.

Chloé had a decent amount of tattoos, including a pretty sizable spider web on her neck. She had a lot of piercings, including an eyebrow piercing and a vertical labret on her lip. She didn’t really wear makeup, but she was very obviously a goth. She was smart, and she didn’t talk a lot at all, which drove Percy insane. He made it his mission in life to know as much about her as possible.

Every time he saw her wearing a band T-shirt of some kind to school, he’d make a note of the band name and look it up later if he wasn’t familiar, and listen to all of the songs he could find.

So far, he’d listened to Type O Negative, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Kittie, and Rob Zombie, only affirming his opinion that she was the coolest person on earth. His best friend, Grover, thought the behavior was just a little bit obsessive, but didn’t really think it was that bad.

That day in his college English course, he was sitting in his seat, listening to Soundgarden during the lecture on his laptop with the tab open, secretly hoping Chloé would have some some reason to walk back and look at his computer screen. Soundgarden wasn’t goth, of course, but Percy had seen her wear one of their shirts.

“Hey! Pussy Jackson!”

Percy frowned to see Clarisse La Rue sitting in a seat a couple rows behind him.

“Move your fat fucking head, I can’t see!”

“‘I’m doing fine, thank you, Clarisse’,” he mocked her under his breath. “‘How was your weekend’?”

Percy was startled to look up to see Chloé turned around in front of him.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” she whispered, staring at them in disbelief.

Percy’s face must have been beet red as he tried his hardest not to explode. He was dying of embarrassment as he tried to come up with some sort of answer.

“Uh, yeah! Sorry!” he apologized in a whisper.

Chloé just turned back around, shaking her head as she continued taking messy notes on the assignment due dates. Percy leaned forward slightly, looking curiously at her notebook. He found her handwriting interesting; it was kind of small with a lot sharp edges, written in haste without being too messy, almost like a doctor’s handwriting.

Percy knew he must’ve been lost in his horny ADHD world, because before he knew it, the instructor had just finished announcing the next project, a group project worth 20% of his grade.

“Alright, the groups are posted up here, so you can all come and take a look. You’ll have the rest of this class to figure out a presentation topic and get started,” the professor, a woman in her forties, announced as she retreated to her desk.

Alarmed by the words ‘groups’ and ‘presentation’, Percy anxiously made his way down to the whiteboard with everyone else, terrified to receive his group assignment. He prayed silently that he’d get at least one smart kid in his group, and zero Clarisse’s. As he slowly scanned the list of names up and down, his face went pale as he found his other two group mates. Clarisse La Rue and Chloé Jardine.

Percy wanted to kill himself immediately. Not only did he have to work with Clarisse, but he also had to figure out how to work with Chloé, who had just told him to shut the fuck up not two seconds ago, the first words she had ever spoken to him. He glanced back at Clarisse, who was standing beside Chloé. Neither of them looked very happy about the group assignment.

Percy glanced over at the peofessor’s desk, contemplating whether he should try and get a different group. He decided against it, figuring he’d had enough embarrassment for one day. Signing as he realized he’d have to face Chloé eventually, he walked over to where the girls were standing, ready to face the music. He’d fought monsters and faced imminent doom before, and somehow this felt exactly the same.

“I’m not doing all of the work,” Chloé crossed her arms.

“What makes you think you’d be doing all the work?!” Clarisse asked defensively.

“Because I’m in a group with you!”

“Hey…” Percy waved awkwardly, trying to break the ice, which seemed to also somehow be scalding hot.

“Oh, yeah. You’re in this group too,” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Percy retaliated childishly.

“Okay. We need to come up with a topic,” Chloé reminded them. “Which one should our presentation be about?”

“What are the options?” Percy asked, watching as she just let out a long sigh.

The next hour of class went by as slowly as possible. By the end of it, Clarisse had stormed out of the classroom, and Percy and Chloé were left sitting together exhaustedly. Chloé sighed as she got up, heading out of the building as Percy followed her.

“Sorry about Clarisse,” he offered sympathetically. “She drives everyone who has to deal with her insane.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that,” Chloé nodded.

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Percy felt odd, and completely out of place the entire time he sat in class discussing the project with Chloé. Every time she spoke to him, he felt more stupid. He knew nothing about what he wanted to do for the project, and he was even less prepared to answer these questions when asked by Chloé Jardine. And of course, Clarisse also being a part of the group didn’t help.

But Percy figured it was almost worth it, getting to work on the project with Chloé, with her cool hair, tattoos and piercings, and blue eyes, the same icy blue eyes that mesmerized him when he spoke to her. Percy had to clear his throat and check his breath twice before smiling at her as she turned, just having ordered a coffee from the kiosk nearby.

“Hey,” Percy wheezed, realizing how eager he sounded stalk to her, cursing himself silently.

“Hi,” Chloé said with slight surprise, sipping the warm coffee.

She looked at him expectantly, wondering what it was he could’ve possibly had to say to her. Chloé had already done a brief mental scan of Percy; she knew that he was the Greek son of Poseidon, by his shaggy black hair and sea green eyes.

She knew from the perpetual dopey expression on his face that he was attracted to her in some way. She’d seen the way he looked at her and assumed that it was mostly more sexual than emotional, based on the way his eyes lingered on her skin and the way he was constantly averting his eyes from her chest.

“See you,” Chloé smiled, politely excusing herself as she walked away.

“Fuck,” Percy muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away.

He sighed in defeat as he watched Chloé walk away from him, thinking of a hundred things in that moment he wished he’d said to her.

“It’ll never happen, you know.”

Percy whipped around quickly, alarmed as he turned around in the direction of the voice he’d heard. Naturally, the disapproving voice had belonged to Annabeth, his sharp-witted child of Athena ex-girlfriend.

“What?” Percy questioned defensively.

“You and Chloé,” she responded promptly.

Percy crossed his arms. “What makes you think—”

“That you’re infatuated with her?” she asked him. “I know you, Jackson.”

“I’m not infatuated with Chloé,” Percy rolled his eyes at her.

“Well. Infatuated or not, her ex-boyfriend is Sean Morley. The son of Apollo?” Annabeth Chase smirked. “With the blond hair, and the shoulders?”

“Why are you so invested?” he ignored her, questioning her skeptically.

Annabeth smiled, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “Because. It’s fun watching you refuse to learn,” she said as her demeanor softened.

Annabeth walked off and disappeared, leaving Percy to do a lot of thinking.

Chapter Two

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♡ A guide to emo, goth, and scene! ♡

So since I see a lot of confusion over certain subcultures are and the differences between them, I thought I would make somewhat of a master post basically outlining the characteristics and differences of three aesthetics that I see misinterpreted a lot. If I do at any point get something wrong, feel free to correct me because I really don't intend to spread misinformation.

🎀 Emo

Emo is a music based subculture that first emerged in the 80s out of the hardcore scene. The name emo came from the music genre emocore, which was short for emotional hardcore. The fashion is typically pretty casual, with some staples being straightened and teased hair with a sideways fringe, black clothing, band shirts, arm warmers, sneakers, skinny jeans, fishnets, arm warmers, wide leg pants, studded belts, and merchandise from various properties like Emily The Strange, Nightmare Before Christmas, and Ruby Gloom.

Since the early days of emo, the music in the subculture has expanded outside of hardcore and post-hardcore, and has since gone on to include alternative rock, horror punk, metalcore, pop punk, and screamo. Some of the most prominent artists in the scene are Avril Lavigne, Blink 182, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, Paramore, Pierce The Veil, and Sleeping With Sirens.

Since the subculture is mainly music based, fashion is not as important to being considered part of the scene. Therefore, not dressing in a specific way while listening to the music wouldn't make you a poser, but dressing emo while not listening to the music would. What is not considered emo is listening to a random genre of rock music. Bands like Metallica and Nirvana, while enjoyed by many emos, are not emo bands and therefore don't make someone emo. Furthermore, I can't believe I need to say this, but, contrary to what many people seem to think, kawaii people are also not emo. While it is common for kawaii people to listen to metal and other heavy music genres, their style is not at all similar to emo and they don't consider themselves as part of the subculture either.

🎀 Goth

Goth is probably the oldest subculture here, with it dating back to the 70s English punk scene, with bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees and The Cure pioneering the culture. The post-punk band Bauhaus' debut single 'Bela Lugosi's Dead,' a song inspired by the famous horror actor Bela Lugosi, who portrayed Dracula in the 1931 film adaptation and also starred in White Zombie which is a film that's typically referred to as the first zombie movie, is often considered the first gothic rock song.

Goth is a subculture with many different sub-subcultures. Some of the most popular are batcave, bubble goth, cyber goth (formerly referred to as gravers), death rock, mall goth (formerly known as spooky kids), nu goth, romantic goth, steampunk, vampire goth, and, my personal favourite, gothic lolita. Contrary to what many people think, I don't consider aesthetics like pastel goth (which I do love) to really be a part of goth since it doesn't have roots in goth. Obviously I'm not going to go over every substyle because that would take way too long and would have to require its own post, but some common staples in most of these styles is lots of black, horror-inspired imagery, very big teased hair, black or red lipstick (red was the most common in the earlier days), and very pale almost white skin. Therefore, e-girls and emos (e-girls especially) are not goth. Also, the fetishisation of the 'big tiddy goth girlfriend' is very demeaning and offensive to goths, as well as just not funny at all because of how it objectifies and reduces them to simply walking breasts who wear black.

Goth music is, in my opinion, some of the most accesible and palatable alternative music. The most popular genres are dark wave, electronic rock, gothic rock, industrial metal and rock, new wave, and post-punk. Some of the most popular bands are Bauhaus, Evanescence, Joy Division, Marilyn Manson, Rammstein, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Birthday Massacre, and The Cure.

🎀 Scene

Scene is an aesthetic that originated in the 2000s on the website MySpace as a derivative aesthetic to emo. Many scene kids were considered emo posers because of their unconventional style and the music they listened to, which included genres ranging from crunkcore to metalcore, often being considered 'trashy' by other subcultures. Despite all of the hate towards scene kids, many embraced their label and many of the most popular people in the subculture started being known as scene queens who are also often credited as the first influencers. This included people such as Ambrehhhisdead, LedaMonsterBunny, and Melissa Marie Green.

Some staples to the style are colourful clothes, straightened and teased hair with colourful raccoon hair extensions, the scene swoop fringe, brass knuckles or diamond necklaces, bows, leopard print, zebra print, colourful shorts, tutus, tight clothes, sunglasses, knee high converse, band shirts, and merchandise of characters like Gir from Invader Zim, Gloomy Bear, and Hello Kitty. Personally, I would consider the modern rendition of scene, scenecore, to be a different aesthetic that, while it is pretty similar to scene, typically borrows from aesthetics like glitchcore rather than emo or mcbling.

Scene music is pretty diverse in what it provides, as it ranges from very heavy genres such as deathcore and metalcore to more pop and rap adjacent genres like crunkcore and neon pop. Some of the most prominent artists are 3OH!3, All Time Low, Asking Alexandria, Blood on the Dance Floor (unfortunately), Bring Me The Horizon, Brokencyde, Cobra Starship, Dot Dot Curve, Jeffree Star, Ke$ha, Metro Station, and Millionaires. A lot of the music is known to ignore many of the typically conventions of music, with the lyrics often containing themes relating to partying and sex.

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masquerade ball ghouls?

the ministry occasionally holds parties and balls to get everyone together and socialising, and this was one of them. copia came up with it after watching one too many historical romance movies with his ghouls!! they wanted their cute little night to show off their ghoulettes in their pretty outfits - and rain and zeyphr since there's only so many ghoulettes

they agreed to have one night of the usual masks and one night of more demonic looking ones, where the ghouls were not required to pair up and they decide to go around and serenade all the siblings who have no idea they're not fellow sisters/brothers of sin, that they're actually demons <3 (thank you @divinebees for that x)

copia announced it to the pack first - aswell as ifrit, omega, mist and zeph because they like to hang around the current ghouls sometimes when they don't have chores - and they were ecstatic!! this was the first time he'd gone with an idea they all came up with AND it was aurora and aeons first ball!!!!! the girls immediately start planning and getting inspo (aurora had a pinterest board) and the guys are already swooning at the idea of half of them in a ballgown (they're so real)

mountain asks cumulus with a love letter and wildflowers that smell like her perfume. she squeals and jumps up and down, and mountain blushes at how excited she is to go with him.

aeth asks cirrus by giving her a massage after a long day of practice, kissing up her neck and whispering it in her ear (she chuckles and says she's been waiting for him ever since she saw him and mountain looking at the inspo the girls had printed out).

swiss asks sunny over a shared bottle of red wine, she squeals and launches herself into his lap, saying she's going to "be the man" of the duo x

aeon asks aurora after she walks into a bed full of rose petals and candles and she laughs at him and then says "yes!!! of course bug!!!!" and he yells happily and they run into each others arms and jump around, so excited for their first ball

omega asks mist after alpha says he'll be working with the music side of the night. he walks into her room with a sheepish smile and she looks up from her book on ancient runes and says "ive been waiting, of course i'll go with you."

dew and rain wait for the other to ask them. dew eventually begrudgingly asks rain after he overhears him very loudly complaining to the girls on how he deserves better after being named the princess of the pack. rain makes him kneel all pretty and then says with his smooth tone, "of course my love". they then burst into a fit of giggles on rains bed and start talking about what they were planning on wearing.

ifrit sets up this fancy proposal after he watched one too many prom proposals with aurora and zeyphr pretended he wasn't blushing a very deep shade of grey and said "okay, i guess"

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here's the outfits and masks i picked out for the duos (i made them moodboards sort of because i wouldn't have been able to add every image seperately)!! i gave each pair 2 colors each and that was their theme, some include heels and flowers but that's just if i found something specifically for the pair, so not all have it

(all photos from pinterest - lmk if there's any credits u know of and i'll add them in !)

- cirrus and aether!!! the colors i chose for them are red and black - the romantic goth/vampire vibe suits them as a duo. aethers shirt and waistcoat would go with dress pants, shoes and a suit jacket - all black. cirrus would wear some delicate black heels with hers, and their masks are underneath their respective outfits !

- mountain and cumulus!!!! the collage messed up here BUT i'll explain! (the bouquet is what mount gave her when he asked) i chose green and white for them because i'm so incredibly creative!!?!?!? mountains suit is a mix of the 2 images there - plus the mask that's under the bouquet (NOT the one beside it - that's cumulus'). all of these are honestly mainly my imagination, the suit comes with pale green dress pants and shoes. cumulus' dress is so beautiful, in my head it's slightly corseted and laces up with white ribbon at the back. she paired it with beautiful pale green heels that have vines (?? idk how to explain it makes perfect sense in my head) and the mask next to the bouquet in the collage! mountain made the crystal himself :3

- swiss and sunny :D i chose gold for them! think beauty and the beast sort of (thank you @divinebees AGAIN for that) i thinkkk the dress in the photo might be ai generated (i do not support ai art!!!!!) but i couldn't find anything else that fit my vision😭😭 her mask is diagonal to the dress (instagram i hate u) but the gold is more yellow-ish and she wears docs that are almost mustard colored. no one can convince me she doesn't love docs. swiss paired that waistcoat and tie with a frilly white shirt (no jacket and sleeves rolled up because he's a slut) and black dress pants with gold detailing! his mask is under sunnys dress and he puts more gold charms in his dreadlocks hehehe

- AEON AND RORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PINK AND WHITE AND GLITTER AND PRINCESSY ITS SO PERFECT!!!!!! aurora watched sleeping beauty once and made a princessy pinterest board and was like this is what we're doing and he was just staring lovestruck like of course aurora whatever you want my love☺️☺️☺️ a sister gave her the fan and her mask is in the top right! it's sorta giving princess crown ;) she thrifted the heels and her dress is so fucking beautiful everyone just stares all night with no shame. phantom wears that waistcoat and tie with baby pink dress pants and his converse :33 no jacket ofc bc swiss isn't wearing one and his mask (bottom right) is so pretty and all the girls make sure to call him pretty all night <3 they're for SURE the couple of the night.

- dew and rain!! purple and black!! rain wears the shirt in the middle row to the left but the neckline is way deeper with a black jacket thrown over his shoulders and the mask on the bottom row :33 dew wears the shirt in the top left with the waistcoat next to it and the mask under it ! dew has his hair up all pretty and rain has silver and black dangly earrings on

- ifrit and zeyphr!!! i chose green and black for them!! ifrit wears the outfit and mask on the left with black dress pants and zeyphr wears the stuff on the right but the green on his mask his darker, the shirt underneath is black and he's wearing a grucifix instead of a cross. handsome boys <3 (everyone can thank @lonerm3g !!)

and finally ...

- COPIA!!!!! do i need to say anything ? handsome old man in gold - perfect.

i want to turn this into a full length fic but idk who's perspective to write it from so pls give me ideas if u have any x

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FREAKSHOW

Hey guys, excuse any gramma errors or whatever. I’m still sick lol

Summary: You were apart of the goth subculture. There was an open venue for a goths night, including punks as well. It was all going well before you crossed paths with a particular man.

Pairings: goth fem!reader/Trevor Philips

TW: smut

Word count: 4860

New wave. Simultaneously on the spectrum with punk-rock when it came to growing popularity. Once frowned upon, now you are looking around the room, seeing people express that “satanic” ritual of black dresses, corsets, white makeup, dyed black hair. Of course you had the casuals! People who were standing around drinking from the cup of beers, wearing that once relevant band from the 70s, but it was the thought that counted. It was not only new wave for the goths; it was new wave in general, the population intensifies with experimentation and new fashion. You even saw a few mohawks clotting through the endless crowds that surrounded the loud speakers.

You smiled, contently. You were one with the crowd, exchanging knowing glances to other people within your subculture, nodding to appreciate their whole attires and appearance. It was nice like that. Especially in the low-developed areas within the Midwest where things were usually slow, more media-shy. Heavy music was only just celebrated due to the solemn nature of the town you were based in – North Yankton. With all the rapid snow, you would’ve thought it was the hotspot for likeminded people? Surprisingly, no. This club was a few hours aside, still within the area but more in the region of human life. Where you lived, it was in the rural region. Snowy fields, broken-down cars, lost tourists (who went the wrong way), weirdly growing criminality rates?

The criminality has died down a bit but a few weeks ago there was a robbery at the local cash-in. It shocked the neighbours and locals, the community automatically downgraded with trust.

So it was great to hit the clubs again.

It was packed, but you liked that. Finding a drink was hard until some lovely lady, twice your height, handed you a glass of wine. Red. It was typical for the goth agenda and luckily you were in the mood for some classy drinks as the night commended into a phase of adrenaline and spirit!

You sipped the fruity delight and meandered within the crowd, making small-talk with the occasional men who were drunk as a skunk. It was something you couldn’t escape when clubbing. You usually wonder away as they slur out an age that was definitely not theirs… A man full of grey hair with wrinkles of a scaled fish would lie about their age being under the 30s and you immediately slick out of them lies. What could you expect in a room full of misfits. A murderer could be in this room and none of the people here would care. They would, however, riot if something happened to the drinks and music.

“Hey, hey.” You heard someone hush as a hard hand grasped your shoulder. Turning around, your eyes met this largely obtained frame of a man whose face was vaguely covered by the dim lights. You barely made out the hand that pointed towards your drink. With a husky voice, he spoke again. “They got something other than wine?”

Trying to understand him from over the music was hard enough. You shouted out and pointed towards the bar. “They’ll have menus over there or something.”

The man sniffed loudly when you spoke. He shifted forward, the majority of his face revealed. His nostrils were red and his eyes were a bit twitchy, but he was fairly normal looking. Well. For a scene like this. He wore this moustache and shaggy mullet that spiked up in every direction, effortlessly as well.

“Eh. Eh – Atta girl.” He ruffed and sniffed again. You wanted to assume it was the cold weather outside but you knew it was something other. The man released his grip and squeezed past you, his large shoulder accidentally knocking your wine. It fell onto your dark dress and leather corset.

“Fuck…” You murmured but he hadn’t of noticed, only walking further away from the destruction he had caused. There was a temptation to call him out for the clumsiness but it was stupid to blame a man who was high on whatever substances he had snorted in the past hour. It was obvious, you even noticed the powder sit on the skirts of his moustache. White; cocaine.

Watching him from afar, the guy was quite tall. He wore nothing to suggest he willingly came in here. Probably drinks, right? It was an obvious reason, maybe the only reason. He made no attention to the dressed up figures around him. In a room full of liveliness, he sat there on the bar, his green parkers coat and tanned cargos. His posture hunched and you saw him take a swig of a glass that wasn’t even his. The lady beside him grew disgusted and walked off despite paying for the beverage but you couldn’t blame her – he was intimidating.

People automatically avoided him and continued dancing around to the wave of music. However, your eyes struggled to move away from the stranger. As you were patting down the damp fabrics from the accident, you took small steps forward, slowly edging towards the bar. Maybe you could get an apology or something. This corset was expensive and now it had small specs of the wine imprinted.

It took courage. You stood beside him and cleared your throat for the bartender who came to your service. If you weren’t going to face the problem in a confrontational threat, you were going to give passive hints.

“Hey.” You smiled when the bartender stood at your front. “I was wondering if you could refill my wine? Someone knocked it over a few minutes ago.”

“Ahah, accidents like that happen all the time. I’ll get you another glass.” The good worker took your glass and went back to refill.

This left you alone with the stranger who gave you a snarky side-eye. Now you could see it for yourself, he was high. Them eyes were dilated like a UFO and his face was struck with this nasty gaze. You made eye-contact and he held it, making you stiff.

“I found the bar.” Finally, he muttered after taking a sly sip from the stolen drink.

You nodded your head in affirmation and looked away but he said something else, something faint. It took you a couple of seconds to recall the exact wording since his voice matched the heaviness to the music.

“What’s the fuckin’ occasion then? I walked in and everyone is dressing up like some BDSM get-together.”

“BDSM?” You repeated, rather offended. “No. It’s a venue event.”

“Halloween was months ago.”

“Yeah, I know – “

“I saw a random guy over with a leash around his neck.” The man grunted as he raised his hand to the far corner of the club. He then looked at you. “This ain’t some normal venue. You got some kinky shits in here.”

“It’s for the new-wave music. You know, gothic… Metal, punks?” You attempted to explain.

“In North Yankton? This is some Romanian vampire costume party.” He placed the glass back down and returned to his shell, covering his face with his arm and sitting there like a loner.

But you didn’t take this as a sign to stop.

“It’s not all about the clothes. It’s the music.”

With this, he edged his head up and stared through his brows at you. It took him a minute to recollect the energy and straighten his posture. “I always thought goths were to look at.”

You felt a bit disgusted as you knew what he was suggesting.

“Your clothes and all…” His voice drooled and came to a deep conclusion by the pitch of his tongue. “It’s erotic. Sexy.”

“Nice…” You whispered with discomfort. The wine was served and you held it close to your chest, not trusting the guy who was obviously taking an interest at the sight of you standing there.

“Oh, come on… Take it as a compliment. You goths have way more to look at than the strippers I just saw – “

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying… That you look… Nice.” The man gritted with his teeth. The shift in tension between you both grew as annoyance struck. He wanted you to take it as a compliment despite the “compliment” being pervy and disrespectful to the overall scene.

You dragged your drink away the bar and gave him a hefty glare. “Thanks.”

He sniffed up the molecules of coke from his moustache and returned your sarcastic remark. “You’re fuckin’ welcome, sugar.”

You uttered a small “whatever” under your breath before setting some distance between him, but he maintained this steady stare where you felt burdened to break the eye-contact. Whatever this was, it was intense. You returned his stare while taking slow sips of your wine, eyes flickering down towards his tongue that licked the lining of his glass cup. It made you grossed out and you looked away.

The man, with strength, slammed the cup against the table surface and leaned back in his chair, his body slump, his arms falling to his sides, staring – still. This is where you draw the line, finding this behaviour creepy and uncomfortable.

“Stop staring.” You muttered loud enough for him to hear.

His eyebrows raised at the confrontation. “That’s poor mannerism. Where is the magic word?”

The audacity of this guy. To refrain from further exclusions of emotions, you grounded yourself and turned your back. If he wasn’t going to find decency, you may have to ignore him, which is what you are about to do. He watched as you left the bar with the glass of wine idly in your hand.

“I didn’t hear you say the magic word!” The man called out before you could get lost in the crowd.

So turning back, you raised the finger and gave him one last sight to taste. But apparently that was not to his standards. Your eyes widened as he jumped out of his seat, his face full of hatred and feet rapidly following you.

He looked painfully angered yet his words, smooth as butter. You were forced to face him with inches sparing to save room for Jesus. His groin; pressed against yours mercilessly. Whether he meant to, it was warm and it made you shudder in a weirdly excited fright.

“There is no. Need. To. Be. So. Rude… Darling Dragula… You hear me?” Is what he said.

The threat became nothing but sweetness to your ears after the close, heated proximity where you wished it hadn’t of turned you on so much.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured.

“Oh, yeah, you’re sorry,” his voice rapidly tormented. “You can’t expect a man to not stare at the freaks in a freakshow.”

There was zero rationality that made your lip twitched. He needed to be corrected as this was your time to loosen up and have fun, being someone within a community so wronged.

“You willingly stepped into the freakshow. I wouldn’t complain if I were you…” You tried to ease the bitterness but it was prominent.

The guy grinned uneasily at your argument and leaned closer. His horrid breath filled with alcohol, bodily disgust, acidic death; an assassination to intimidate your nostrils and dominate the title of “freak.” Because he was one. You didn’t have to second-guess that.

“I ain’t complaining. The staring said otherwise.” He whispered directly against your ear, his lips grazing your earrings like he wanted to taste the material. The drug was definitely playing a role with his reasonings.

“Sometimes staring can be misunder….” You stopped talking when his nose gently rubbed against yours. You stopped talking at the closeness becoming 10x entrapping. Despite complaining about the staring, the stare he was doing right now was different and vulgar. Your spine shivered as it felt wrong to participate in this weird situation.

“Staring can be what?” He grumbled with a low voice.

“…Staring can be…” His persistent boldness had made you struggle to line up the right words. He had left you speechless which is where he wanted you to be.

The man smirked and leaned away, gifting you with freedom of space before grabbing your wrist and speaking. “What’s your name, sugar?”

You didn’t want to tell him. Whatever happened to the bitter-sweet argument where you wanted to continue your night, solo. But you couldn’t escape this one, not yet anyway.

“[y/n].”

“[y/n]?” He repeated and you nodded. The man inspected your face before nodding. “Your make-up. It’s… Cool.”

“Than – “

“The names Trevor.”

The pace was fast when he proposed his name. You didn’t know how to react. What was there to say? “Nice name…”, “Nice to meet you!”, “How are you, Trevor?”

None suited the present time. Neither was his name nice or was it to meet him. Trevor. It was so ironic. The syllables to his name was something to spit out, an opposite of a lullaby and melody. Trent, Travis, Troy, Trevor. Somehow you imagined people named after a “Tr” approach to be someone like him; a bit edgy and definitely questionable, morally. It’s the aggression and swift movement of the lips and teeth that makes his name unforgettable. It was masculine, indeed.

“Ahh, cool.” You uttered relatively quietly.

Trevor rocked his head back and took a deep breath before them frantic pupils scanned the busy room. He took turns to focus on each individual then returned to you, lips curling up into a snarl. You thought he was going to say something but instead, he just sneezed. You flinched and watched him adjust himself back into the close position.

“Bless me.” Trevor applaud with an overexaggerating tone.

You gave him a nervous smile and leaned away. He noticed the distance multiplying and tugged his cruel fingers around your corset where they felt the strings round back. This was alarming until he used it to pull you closer. Your body instantly went into meltdown as your groins fell in contact again. You could feel him, he was there, and he was hard. It unconsciously rubbed against you through the skirt. You didn’t know if he meant it so you remained silent. Mute.

“Don’t look so scared – I’m trying to be nice.” Seized the taller man as he noticed your discomfort. Them hands gripped harder around you and he looked through his brows with a scolding gaze. “Thought I’d… Endure the atmosphere a bit.”

“The atmosphere?” You spoke.

“Everyone else is enjoying themselves. Why can’t I?”

“You can, I… I didn’t mean – “ The way he phrased things. He seemed so offended all the time! You didn’t want to miscommunicate with him anymore since you could already tell he was a bomb to handle. A ticking time-bomb.

“[y/n], [y/n], [y/n]. Don’t sound so unsure. Try and enjoy your precious goths night, ay?”

You really wanted to say “you make it less enjoyable” as he took every chance to mock the subcultures in the room, but you could identify the slander being a pathetic attempt of teasing, maybe flirting.

“Yeah, my night.”

Trevor grumbled in his voice as your bodies swayed together slightly. He was stuck to you like glue. “My night’s been a shithole. I need a distraction. Lemme dance around with you.”

“You want to dance?”

“Or fuck.”

“What?” You froze.

“What?” He snickered in return, gaslighting.

“You just said you wanted to fu – “

“What shitty, shitty music… Let us dance around with these other morons…” His voice would bewitch and charm, licking up them insults with a flavour of seductiveness; paradox-ing whatever the Hell you were experiencing with this guy who was high as a fucking kite.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but move around with the commandment of his hands that held onto your lower back, pulling you alongside. You looked at Trevor who grinned. God you wanted to go. To escape this. Your feelings were conflicted and you felt like you were going to puke. Your face was full of nervousness and you glanced to your side before his cold thumb grazed a pinch of your upper lip.

It made you jump as you watched his finger pull away, your black lipstick staining the tip of it.

“What?” You confusingly murmured.

Trevor raised an eyebrow and licked the lipstick from his thumb. Pervert.

“It smudged a bit.” Was his excuse.

“Sure… You fixed it?” You’d interrogate sternly, this time.

“No – it’s more smudged now.” Trevor smirked and threatened to touch you with his thumb again. “It looks hot on you though. You know, messy.”

Instantly avoiding his thumb, you broke away from his grip and crossed your arms, creating an invisible barrier between you both where he turned sour again, glaring like you disobeyed a law.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“You’re creeping me out.”

Trevor scoffed. “Oh, get over yourself – “

“I don’t care how lonely or high you are, I really don’t care! Just stop freaking me out with you… Touching me like that. It’s fucking weird.” You stressed.

“Weird, is it?” He took a step forward and grabbed your wrist, your nails automatically digging into his hand as he’d hiss at the pain. You marked his skin great enough to draw blood that trickled down his palm like a piece of artwork. His eyes shifted from your sharp, black nails and to the wound, caused by you, his face itching with disbelief.

This was the opportunity to rush off but then that same hand attacked your face. Your mouth was hit with this iron taste and you were thrown back into his arms, his hand covering your mouth, blood aching on your lips and tongue. Trevor was shaking as he kept you tight and grunted slightly since your warm breath penetrated the fresh wound from your nails.

Your words were muffled and he placed his chin on the top of your head, dragging you away into the furthest corner where the lights barely exposed it’s presence.

“C’mon…” He whispered in your ear and finally released you from his bloodiness, making you gasp for air. Though you were free to speak, his body cornered you against the wall.

However the situation… You were supposed to feel angered and scared. But there was something about it all. His blood marked your lips and you licked around it, the eye-contact between his brown ones and yours strong. You became aroused.

“You made me bleed.” Trevor groused with restless lips that stretched up into a grin.

The connection was shared and now you were both facing the consequences of this unwanted arousal. You were fuelling his fetish for “goths” and you couldn’t care less. Not after this.

“Am I supposed to feel sorry?”

“Don’t apologise. Don’t fuckin’… Ruin the moment…” He hurried, “and don’t threaten me, you cheeky fuck.”

“You threatened me first.”

“You wanna try and threaten me with my cock in your mouth, huh?”

“Now that… Was a threat.” You snickered.

Trevor adjusted his bulge and used his free hand to hold your chin, looking at you with desire. His thumb, stained with blood this time, smudged more of your lipstick before moving closer, searching between your lips and passing your teeth. You took this as a sign and began to sensually suck around his thumb, tasting his blood and your own lipstick.

“Oh…” He seemed more vulnerable watching you. His large frame hid you from the crowded room but that didn’t stop him from paranoidly looking over his shoulder. Possibly the drugs giving him that fear of being watched. He waited until you sucked for an extra second then draped an arm over your shoulder. You were guided by this shaky man as you entered the private bathrooms reserved for the staff.

One of them staggered over after noticing Trevor luring closer. He cried out. “Hey, that’s staff on – “

But in return, he received a massive “FUCK OFF!” that echoed over the music, some of the party-goers turning to gaze over but you were pushed into the private bathroom, the door locking behind you.

Immediately his lips were on yours. Trevor lifted up your hips and held you against the wall as he carelessly aloud your make-up to splutter against his rough skin. You grabbed the back of his neck and gently applied pressure with your nails while he worked labour with his tongue that adventured around your wet mouth, tasting every inch like he was deprived from touch.

He made whining noises throughout the clingy kisses and he couldn’t hold back. You gasped out loud when he ripped off your leather corset, the strings snapped in half and your body becoming free from that tightness. It made you feel naked. You leaned your head back and breathed heavily as he ran his hands down your frame, the dress becoming loose due to this rough nature of his playfulness. It took you a life-time to prepare yourself for the venue today but something about Trevor ripping every layer was more sexier. Soon your back was naked against the wall and he had his hands groping your freed breasts.

You looked at him, his face partially white with the occasional smudges of black. His moustache had white ends from the endless kisses too. He didn’t seem to noticed, you loved it.

“I’m so… God…” Trevor groaned as he zipped off his green coat, throwing his shirt from over the head and easily undressing himself in front of you. His body type had great muscle mass but with the balance of thick and thinness. Your eyes shifted to the hairs leading down to the buckle of his belt, in which you saw his injured hand undo. The buckle came loose and he made sure you watched. Trevor’s other hand grabbed onto your neck as he positioned your head to face the reveal of his cock. He brought it from the briefs and lied it in the palm of his hands, smirking at you. “You like that, [y/n]? You want that?”

The dirty talk edged you closer and you nodded your head, the dyed black strands falling onto your face.

“I bet it fits perfectly in you.” Your body shivered as he held you against the wall, his hand introducing himself with your intimacy. He said this while stroking over your pussy. He gave himself an insight of your shape, feel, touch. Trevor must’ve loved the way you were since he’d let out a soft moan when his finger perfectly moved into you without struggle. The way he came in – you whimpered silently.

Trevor continued to finger you until it was loose enough for his preference. He liked it wet and messy before the deal. You opened yourself to him and felt obliged to the access of his shaggy mullet, dragging your nails down his strands, repeating the cycle from the scalp downwards

He hummed at your affections before lining his cock, with the guidance of his bloodied hand, easily fucking the looseness as it would slide right in. This made you both moan behind the heaviness of music that dominated the atmosphere still. At least no one would hear you. They may suspect, after Trevor’s “kindness” to the worker, but there was no evidence to propose the truth. It was only you and him.

“Yes, yes…” You finally encouraged Trevor through the increased pace. The make-up was damned and ruined, your breasts bouncing at the force of his thrusts. Your back kept on beating the wall behind since the bathroom was too small to execute a full position. The cramp space, however, made it all so better because you two were made into this close proximity. The proceeding sweat from his neck and face would only transfer onto you due to this. It was the definition of “hot and bothered.”

“Oh, my… Oh, ah!” Besides, his noises were pathetic. Before you assumed he was this masculine character, yet the way he sloppily fucked into you with them whiny cries said otherwise. You were allowing this pervert to treat you like so! It was abnormal, amazing even! How the time passes when you are having an awful interaction with this intoxicated man. There were nothing but lust and coke behind his eyes and you showed mercy; resulting in legs spread, cock in, mouth puking out moans. Dirty work. You wondered if the strip-club he allegedly stayed in, before the venue, was at your level of satisfaction. Maybe you were proving him right though…

Goths were so much more than them strippers. You damned that right.

“I fuckin’ love you… Love me!” Trevor angrily sobbed as he pounced in and out aggressively. You’ve had rough sex before but this was another category. You were light-headed at the heaviness of his touch, it was disgustingly attractive.

Your hands clenched onto a handful of his thin, longish hair and you pulled as you as you can, liking the way he responded through snarls and moans. The painful dosage mixed with pleasure. You could’ve sworn his cock had the stains of his blood too, and now it was inside you.

“I… Shit…” You moaned, “I think I’m gonna cum, Trevor… Trev – Fuck!”

He nodded his head rapidly and consistently fucked you. His lips were sucked in and he only made sounds of whimpers and whiny chants. From the hardness and twitchiness though, you knew he was close too.

“Fuck me! You fucking… Freak! Fuck!” This came watering out from your tongue unnaturally. So into the moment, so infused, that the filter was beckoned. Your eyes wondered from realisation but Trevor, dear old Trevor, he nodded his head again.

“Oh, yeah… I’m a freak, baby. I’m all yours. All yours… My cock fits so good, don’t it?” He weakly responded after the intense echoes of your skin slapping together.

“You’re all mine?”

Trevor placed his lips against your forehead and murmured a muffled groan. “All fuckin’ yours…”

What had gotten him so worked up and needy? It was hot. You smirked and took in the scent of his nastiness before the sensation became present again. He cried in frustration and ignored your distressed moans, the climax approaching you both at the same time.

“Trevor… Shit…” Your legs started to shake and you stared upwards, suddenly…

Both finishing. Warmth rinsed out of you, squirting. The noise you made was painfully good. You had arched your back and allowed the cum to drain out as Trevor came onto the softness of your stomach. He rubbed himself to encourage the orgasm that was awakening the sobriety in his mind. Loud wasn’t even the right word for it. He was obnoxious. You breathed heavily after he released a high-pitch pant, the bathroom slowly becoming silent, making you realise just how randomly steamy it had got.

And it smelt of sex, massively.

“Ohhhh, and I hate myself…” You heard him whisper as the rush came to an end. Your pussy though? It stung, in a good way.

You picked up the scattered leftovers of your clothes and decided that after this, you may go home since your attire was… Presumably inappropriate looking. From the way your make-up was running down your face with sweat and the sweat mess of your hair. You didn’t mind, a good nap was what you needed from this anyway.

“Dare I ask for your number, sunshine?” Trevor managed to speak, his coat on but his shirt not. He lazily had his chest out like he couldn’t be bothered.

“Yeah…” You whispered and routed for your phone before realising that it was in the car still. The way you fell in defeat and sighed. “Fuck. I haven’t got it with me.”

He scoffed. “Where am I gonna find a chick like you again, ay? I gotta have something. An address?”

“Woah, too fast. I’ll just tell you where I work… You know, day-time job. In the town still.”

“Strip-club? – “

“The café a few blocks down. You know where that cash-in is? The one that got robbed?”

Trevor fell silent before grinning. He nodded his head and looked at you. “I know that area very well, sugar.”

This didn’t seem to tick any flags in your head as you smiled. “Yeah, I’m there from 9 to 3 usually. Am.”

“Good to know.”

“I’ll see you around, maybe?” You hoped.

“I’ve got a load of business around there… So yeah, you’ll see me around, sugar.” He said with an entertained grin before zipping up your dress and ensuring you looked somewhat presentable.

Well, he didn’t help. You had to persuade him. He did complain but was silenced when you slapped his shoulder.

Then you exited the bathroom. It was awkward and you avoided eye-contact with anyone, especially because he still had his chest on display from under the open coat. He probably forgot about it. His shirt was stuffed in the waistline of his cargos as well, it was pretty obvious.

“Keep them sharp nails to yourself, [y/n].” He said in your ear and wondered off without another word. He left you standing there dazed. With a sore pussy as well.

“Keep them sharp nails to yourself…” You mocked back and walked out of the venue, the freezing air drying up your sweat as you walked back to your car, half-proud, half-ashamed.

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CAN WE GET TRANS EURORORY PLSSS 🙏🙏

I actually love this so bad thank u anon!!! since you didn’t specify if you want a fic or not I just made some hcs for both mtf and ftm. I hope that’s ok!! 💋💋

ftm euro who definitely walks around his shop/house in his binder like it’s a normal cropped top. or sometimes at practice just because he can (I dunno bout you guys but when I was ftm and had my binder I did the same thing😭was basically my second skin)

like this :3

ftm euro who you help take his T shots bc he hates needles (ironic right?). he’s glancing at the wall, the needle and your steady face as you hold the syringe, cleaning the spot under his v-line with an alcohol wipe. “you ready?” you ask him. you ask him it every morning, though it’s been two years now, but you know how he still gets.

ftm euro who doesn’t really show how excited he is when it happens, but deep down gets really excited when he sees hair flux on his face and body. he was already pretty hairy everywhere, but when his arm hair, happy trail and face stsrted sprouting he was estatic. eight in the morning, sleep still in his face as he comes in the bathroom. he goes to brush his teeth, but he stops in place when he sees his mustache growing atop of his lip. he almost doesn’t believe it until he leans closer in the mirror and feels it and his face, and he giggles to himself, shaking his hands excitedly. when you wake up and get situation you notice he’s giddy, happier. “notice anything?” he joins you at the couch, and as you examine his face you gasp and smile. “oh! baby youre startin puberty!” you joke, making him laugh as he grabs your cheek and rub your thumb along his mustache, and he can’t stop smiling. “I know right? like, it’s whatever. and i’m not really a mustache guy but it’s..yknow it’s progress.”

ftm euro who I personally think wouldn’t care if his pronouns got purposely used incorrectly. you on the other hand, you correct them immediately, bc it’s like, he doesn’t even look like a girl? so it’s definitely out of spite (when I was ftm my girlfriend at the time did this too😭). but he doesn’t mind, hell just shrug it off and go on about his day. “øystein, dude, why don’t you correct them? doesn’t that bother you?” hellhammer is chilling on the counter next to euronymous who’s behind it, watching as the older customer walks out with their new records. “not really. why?” “well yknow..yer’ trans and if I had people calling me a ‘maam’ in my store i’d be kinda heated.” he says, and euronymous wants to laugh. “jan axel, i’m 5’6 with long black hair. I wear rings and bracelets and cropped tops, and that’s not like just girly shit, but I don’t think people…actually know or care if i’m a guy or not. they see the hair and think lady, and I don’t care bout it. she was like 50, she probably didn’t even know who she was talking to.” he laughs as another customer comes in.

ftm euro who, when he gets top surgery, walks around with no shirt. like that’s a given, we all would. but he’s everywhere with his shirt off. shop, home, gigs, grocery store. like you can’t tell him anything. and he can’t wait till they heal so he can watch you plant your hands on his chest and ride his cock :3

for mtf euro, oh man. like that’s my wife like euros already my wife but f’eurory oh my god don’t play.

I feel like mtf eurorory is giving like slavic girl miu miu bayonetta glasses office siren milf. like this

do you get my vibe?? like her hair is already long and pretty and curlyish and I feel like she would ROCKKKK I high-ish ponytail or claw clip/banana clip look.

mtf euro who I personally think would be fem and masc. she would still have some of the outfits we see in the movie, but I feel like (esp since it takes place in the 80s) she’d have a casual romance goth look. long skirts and boots, cardigans and tank tops with others/her band, necklaces and more wrongs and bracelets. a corset here and there. milf glasses. and you help her with her makeup!!

mtf euro who’s parents are v supportive, mtf and ftm. paying for her hormone supplements, estrogen, etc. friends are just as supportive, and so is her partner!!

mtf euro who gets a lot of love/boost for being openly trans and goth/metal. not onea those artist who grab waving flags at concerts, bc that’s just not mayhems music. but seeing as it’s the 80s you wouldn’t know there were a lot of trans people in the scene! but euronymous is so famous and loved for her music it boosts her, paints her in a good light, funnily. the scene sees it as empowering, brave, it also sheds light on what euronymous loves about her music, “all kinds of people from all over the world loves my music, because everyone feels pain” and she is ‘all kinds of people’. yay equality!!

mtf euro who definitely gets fucked more by hellhammer. sorry not sorry. yeah she was hot as a guy, but fuck, growing estrogen boobs, makeup and dresses and skirts? giving everyone a hard on. and a girl without a cock is an angel without its wings, hellhammer can’t get enough. he loves watching her face and grabbing her small boobies as he bullies his cock into her. mascara running? lipstick smudging? so fuckin hot.

you love it too, that is if you guys date. take it from me when I say there’s no cock like girlcock. and she’s so pretty, her glittery eyelids and soft eyes on you, her rosy cheeks that you hold and her parted glossy lips that join with yours as you bounce on her cock, your free hand pulling at her hair which makes her moan more. can’t get enough. love my wife >:3

HEHEHEEH I LOVED THIS!!! thank u so so so much anon I hope you guys liked this one too, don’t be afraid to send more?!?! send me your personal hcs, your ooc thoughts, anything! I love it all I live u guys so much you’re so creative!

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