#Rockstar Nefarious

[luveline]

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar. 

You see both sides of him now. 

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince. 

“Hello,” you call back. 

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?” 

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!” 

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step. 

“Shit, you wanna see?” 

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin. 

“Another bat?” you ask. 

“Not cool?” 

“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?” 

“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?” 

You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre. 

The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him. 

“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes. 

“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands. 

“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically. 

You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch. 

“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says. 

“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways. 

“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”

“You don’t wanna line up?” 

“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that. 

“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.” 

“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.” 

You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained. 

Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move. 

“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” 

“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.” 

“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.

He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long. 

“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.” 

You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.” 

You pull your head up slowly. 

He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours. 

Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter. 

You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his. 

With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.

You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation. 

Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable. 

You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth. 

“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?” 

“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.” 

This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers. 

His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop. 

“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.” 

“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.” 

He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”

You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips. 

“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.” 

He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour. 

You breathe out happily. “Thank you.” 

“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.” 

You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it. 

“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.” 

You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot. 

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Popular boys? Overrated ♡ (masterlist)

Urban Dictionary:

♡ Popular boy: Annoying assholes who think making fun of other people makes them cool. ♡ Overrated: When something or someone becomes too popular than others, and is given more credits than it deserves to be.

♡ Synposis: University? Stressful. Assignments? Too many. Social life? Above par. Boys? Disgusting. Popular boys? A total and complete headache. Sex? Optional. Sleep? Not so optional. But really...what are you supposed to do when you've got a hot guy up your ass begging for your attention? Nothing much but give in to him.

↳ Follow the two separate stories of our protagonists as they maneuver their lives at University while trying to avoid the two nefarious popular boys, Seonghwa and Yunho.

♡ Author: bvidzsoo

♡ Pairing: Park Seonghwa x female reader; Jeong Yunho x female reader

♡ Rating: nc-17

♡ Genre: 90's rom-com; University!au; Popular guy!au; Sports!au

♡ Status: on-going

🎧Playlist🎧

♡ Park Seonghwa ♡

📝Sugar on my lips: ˗ˏˋ First assignment ★ Second assignment ★ Third assignment ˎˊ˗

Summary: Besides looking pretty and acting dumb, popular boys were good for nothing else. Park Seonghwa, who you've known for over a year now, wasn't an exception. Obnoxious, eccentric, and a peacock, he seems to have an affinity of getting on your nerves. But when coincidentally you get paired up for an assignment, you happen to discover a different side of him. Is it possible you have misjudged him?

✫☼☾☁ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲…𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.❞ ☁☾☼✫

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♡ Jeong Yunho ♡

🎭Under the pretense: ˗ˏˋ First act ★ Second act ★ Third act ˎˊ˗

Summary: What was supposed to be the best time of your life turned into something more bizarre and only slightly fun. Don't get me wrong, having to share your theater class out of the blue with popular guy Jeong Yunho, to most, didn't sound like the worst idea, but to you...yeah, you would've been more grateful if the principal found other methods of punishment for her son's misbehavior.

꧁༺ ❝𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢, 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.❞ ༻꧂

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A/N: Weeell, hellooo, surprise?? Total random idea with the most random plots, but here I stand before you, presenting two separate stories which happen in the same universe. They can most certainly be read as standalones, but fyi I will post them by jumping from Seonghwa's story to Yunho's and then back and forth. I most certainly will not start their stories until I'm done with my Mingi rockstar series, which will take a few more weeks, sorry for making you wait but...priorities. As you can see, I have a playlist that I will be updating with songs that remind me of our girlies, our main characters, as they will be girlbossing in their respective stories lol. I hope I'll be able to pull off the 90's romcom vibes, don't be too hard on me if I fail lol <3

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[ellabsprincess]

Hi sweet pea.Could you write something about reader being in a famous like rock or metal band and basically being a total slut but then she gets a girlfriend (Ellie) and tells everyone she has a girlfriend but not showing anyone what Ellie looks like or telling them her name and then one day reader is doing an interview with another band who they are on tour with and talks about having a girlfriend and the other band is like wtf no u don’t ur literally a whore and then reader brining Ellie out to show them

it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable doing this okay bye love you <3

omfg sweat pea??? literally marrying you rn cause that's so cute!! also i literally LOVE this idea like rockstar ellie has been on the brain!!

also i followed the main inspo of your ask, but changed it slightly, sorry!! i just think it fit better as i was in the middle of writing!

enjoy my love!!

p.s. love you too!!

"rock n' fucking roll" (rockstar!ellie x rockstar!reader)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+, lowercase intended, switch!ellie, switch!reader, marijuana use, ellie is kinda a loser for reader, twinge of angst from ellie, smut, they fuck while high but they're like barely high, ellie has a happy trail and a hairy pussy, cunnilingus, nipple sucking, fingering, relationship talk, love confessions, mutual pining, reader has nipple piercings bc i'm living vicariously through this

also i am not really knowledgable of bands, music, or performing, so if something is inaccurate, you saw nothing...

important note: ellie and reader are referred to as "sluts" in this fic. that is simply for the purpose of the story and because the anon asked for that specific element. i do not encourage or condone slut shaming of any sort

tags: @m-3-ijiworld @seraqhites @uraesthete @hehatesmati @letsreadsomesins-shallwe @elliespookie @dropsofs4turn @millersaurora @jjmaybankslittleslut @lonelyfooryouonly

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can't stay at home, can't stay in school

old folks say, "you poor little fool"

down the streets i'm the girl next door

i'm the fox you've been waiting for

hello, daddy, hello, mom

i'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

the music is deafening in your ears as you begin to perform. singing your heart out to the angry and aggressive beat, with ellie by your side on bass, and dina behind you on drums.

the venue was dirty and full of drunk and stumbling people, but you didn't care. not when the sound of the bass was nearly rupturing your eardrums as you swayed your hips in your miniskirt and pranced across the stage, mic in hand. your thighs were adorned with provocative garters and ripped tights, and your shirt was a 90's baby tee with some alt band's logo plastered on the front. you were a perfect mix of girly, provocative, and alt, just unashamed to be yourself when on stage.

ellie was quite the opposite next to you. her dirty and beaten black converse stomped the floor to the beat of dina's drums. she wore ripped, tight jeans, with a vintage flannel opened over a white wife pleaser.

her guitar was cherry red, almost the same shade as the lipstick you were wearing, and she had her signature rainbow guitar strap slung over her shoulder.

pouring your soul out into the lyrics and feeling the music, you fell to your knees on the dirty stage, whipping your hair around messily as you stared into the audience. you felt ellie get closer to you, standing just above you and looking down at you with a nefarious glint in her eyes as her fingers flew over her guitar strings.

the song finally came to an end, and you sung the lyrics as you continued to hold ellie's gaze.

hello world i'm your wild girl

i'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

cherry bomb

ellie strung her guitar a few more times, letting the sound echo through the room before reaching her hand down to grab you by the chin, pulling your head upwards and signaling you to stand up. her signal of dominance sent the crowd into a frenzy. cheers and screams filled the room as you heard distant comments like "i love you ellie!!" and "top me please ellie!"

you just rolled your eyes at the panic of the crowd. you were used to ellie's stage antics at this point, and you knew it was for nothing more than attention and crowd engagement. besides, you always had your own fans at the shows. finally standing to your feet and catching your breath, you spoke into the mic.

"thank you all so much for coming out tonight, you guys were amazing! have a great night!"

you, ellie, and dina all threw up peace signs at the cheering crowd before retreating backstage. the three of you were exhausted, all covered in sweat but high off adrenaline and the praise of your fans.

you all entered the green room and found yourselves collapsing into the nearest chairs. ellie handed you and dina bottles of water to ease your sore throat and dehydrated states.

"wow, what a fucking night," ellie commented.

"yeah, i think you made about half the girls out there drop their panties," you teased.

"oh shut up."

"come on, don't act like you don't know what you're doing," dina chimed in.

ellie could only laugh and roll her eyes before letting her head roll back and rest on the plush chair, too tired to argue with the both of you.

after a few minutes of reflecting on the night's show and wolfing down water and snacks, you noticed dina making her way out of the room. when you asked her where she was going, she explained that she had made plans earlier with her friend jesse and was going to be out the whole night. how she had the energy to go out after that show, you had no idea, but you honestly didn't care in your exhausted state.

you suddenly realized how much pain you were in, and how uncomfortable and sticky your outfit had become, and you felt a need to change immediately. all you wanted was just to go back to the band trailer and slip on some comfy clothes and relax the rest of the night.

ellie clearly had similar ideas.

"hey, wanna go back to the trailer and smoke and chill the rest of the night?"

"fuck yeah"

back at the trailer, you wasted little time before making a beeline for the shower. you nearly moaned at the pleasurable feeling of washing away all the sweat and exhaustion from your skin. you probably wasted too much time in that small room, but you didn't care. stepping out of the cramped bathroom in nothing but tiny sleep shorts and a tank top, you found ellie relaxing on her bunk. she had stripped down to her wife pleaser and some black boxers, and was scrolling through her phone.

hearing you move towards her, she looked up at you, sitting up to grab and light the blunt hastily thrown on the table near her bunk. as you crouched down to sit next to her, you didn't notice how she looked you up and down, staring at your chest through your thin top.

were those nipples piercings?

her thoughts were interrupted as you held out your hand to take the blunt from her, taking a long drag and turning your head to blow the smoke away from where you were sitting. you took another, shorter, drag before passing it off to ellie. she took the blunt between her fingers with a shaky grip, and nearly choked on her inhale as if it was her first time smoking. she couldn't take her eyes off of you.

she shamefully stared at your soft thighs barely hidden and covered by your short shorts and your tits perfectly in her eye level as you relaxed and enjoyed the beginning of your high. you looked tired, but blissful and almost angelic. her heart ached and longed for you, tired of her desperate stage antics just for an ounce of your attention, and a second to stare into your pretty eyes.

she wanted you so bad. she wanted your body, of course, but she wanted your heart even more. her chest twinged with pain every time she heard you laugh loudly at someone else's joke, or when she pretended to be asleep as you got fucked by some random chick in your bunk after a show. your moans were just too pretty to sleep through, and she wanted to commit them to memory so she could imagine it was you under her every time she had a quick fuck on a bathroom counter.

she always left those girls satisfied, and she gained quite the reputation as a good lay among the fanbase, but it was never enough. every time she made a girl cum on her tongue, or fucked someone until they were dripping all over her strap, she just imagined it was you. not as a one-night thing, but as her girlfriend.

of course that would never happen. you didn't do relationships. you were a rockstar and you were on the road constantly, who had the time? you only wanted to get off and forget a girl's name the next morning. you would never want ellie. you would never love her, never belong to her, never moan "i love you" as she fucked her strap into you over and over-

"earth to ellie?" you looked at her concerned, your eyes wide.

"oh shit, sorry. my bad." she had drifted into her own mind, and had been holding the blunt, sitting and dreaming about you for the past few minutes, without addressing you or caring to even pass the blunt back.

"it's fine, are you okay?"

"yeah, m'good."

"okay, will you pass me the blunt then?"

ellie didn't know what came over her. maybe it was her starting to feel her high, the slight fuzziness in her brain, or maybe it was just exhaustion.

"actually, no."

"no??" you responded, looking both offended and confused.

"no, we're gonna talk instead."

"ellie we can talk and smoke-"

"no, i need you to hear me."

"okay, els, you're freaking me out." you backed away from her slightly, your eyes narrowed, confused by the change from her usual kind nature to this abruptness and rudeness.

"sorry, i don't mean to scare you, i just..." she sighed. "i'm fucking tired of this shit. i'm tired of what's going on with us. it needs to end." shock was evident across your face.

"ellie, what? are you tired of the band, a-are you tired of me?"

"no! i mean, yeah, but that's not it."

"ellie just fucking spit it out!"

"i'm in love with you!"

your eyes softened, and your mouth gaped slightly.

"i'm in love with you and i have been for a while," ellie's voice quieted, and she looked down at her lap, unable to meet your gaze. "i'm tired of pretending like i don't want something with you. all those stage antics, fooling around and flirting with you in front of our fans? i just want you to look at me. and i fuck around with the fans because i have to distract myself from you or else i'll lose my mind. and i'm fucking tired of hearing you fuck other girls out there when i know i could treat you so much better. i just want you, and i'm tired of pretending that i don't." ellie sucked in a deep breath, almost winded from her rant. she slowly looked up, to find you looking at her with tears in your eyes.

"wha-," she started before you were practically leaping into her lap. you grabbed her face in your hands, forcing her to look at you.

"els, you have no idea how long i've waited to hear that."

you crashed your lips onto hers, meeting in a messy and desperate kiss. she whined into your mouth as you licked at her bottom lip, relishing in the fact that you were finally able to kiss her. pulling away, you left her breathless.

"sooo, you feel the same way?" ellie was flushed bright red, but all you could stare at was the love in her eyes and the prominence of the small freckles all over her nose and cheeks.

"yeah, i do. i love you, els."

"fuck me..."

"planning on it," you quipped back with a giggle and a smirk on your face.

"oh no, i didn't mean- we don't have to if you don't want to. we can go out on a date first, take it slow if you-" you stopped her ramblings with a kiss.

"els, i've been wanting to do this for so long. we're gonna this right now, okay? unless you don't want to, or?"

"no no i definitely want to i just wanted to make sure you didn't feel like we were rushing this."

"not at all, baby," you said with a smile, returning your lips to hers as as the kiss quickly got heated. ellie was whining into your mouth as her hands found your hips and your hands started to travel up under her wife pleaser. you started to tease her, finding that she had gone without a bra as your fingers brushed the underside of her small tits, making her shiver. her hands traveled lower on your body, cupping your ass and massaging lightly as you both moaned quietly, full of desperation and overwhelmed from the relief of the pent-up tension between you.

"fuck, els, go ahead and lay back for me,"

ellie looked up at you with a puzzled look on her face. "what, oh no, you really don't have to, this isn't about me."

"i promise i want to, okay? now lay back and let me play with that pretty pussy."

ellie nodded reluctantly, before laying back on the bed. you slid down to the floor so you were kneeling between her spread thighs, taking in the sight before helping ellie slide her boxers down her legs.

you could've cum from the scene before you. ellie was looking up at you with pure need in her eyes, desperate to feel your mouth, your fingers, whatever you would give her. she was absolutely dripping, so worked up just from kissing you, and her pussy was so pretty. she had a gorgeous happy trail leading down to her hairy pussy, and you couldn't believe it was all just for you.

"again, you really don't have to, girls usually don't-"

"shut up and let me taste you"

you dove in, your tongue finding her clit and causing her to moan above you, her thighs closing around your head before your grabbed them and pinned them to the bed. you finally reach her needy hole, already clenching and dripping for you as you start to fuck into her. you were moaning at the sweet taste of her as she pleaded above you.

ellie feels like she's in a dream. the girl she's been miserably pining over for months actually loves her back, and now that girl is between her thighs doing magical things with her tongue. already she's overwhelmed because no one's really ever pleasured her like this before, and she still can't believe that it's you that's making her feel like this.

"gonna use my fingers now, okay?"

ellie can only let out a high pitched whine as you take you hand off of one of her thighs, and bring it to her hole as your tongue finds her clit again. you suck lightly on her throbbing clit as you plunge your fingers in, slipping in easily from all her arousal and your spit.

you look up at her, making eye contact as you find that sweet spot inside her, speeding up the pace of your fingers to hit that spongey spot over and over again. ellie was seeing stars, and she was already embarrassingly close to cumming.

"fuck...gonna......cum....fuck"

"shh, baby, just relax. cum on my face els, i know you can do it baby."

without warning, her thighs tremble uncontrollably and she gushes all over the lower half of your face. you fuck her through her orgasm, slowly pumping your fingers in and out as you lick up her juices and carefully leave feather-light kisses all over her sensitive pussy.

she sits up on her elbows, smiling down at you as you finally pull away from her, putting your soaked fingers in your mouth and sucking, tasting her once more.

"holy fuck, baby. you're gonna be the death of me," ellie teases breathlessly. "now get your ass up here so i can return the favor."

you obey, climbing up into her lap. she smirks knowingly when she feels the wet fabric of your sleep shorts touch her thigh. her hands find the hem of your tank top, meeting your eyes for permission before slowly pulling the clothing off of you. she gasps when she sees that her suspicions were correct.

adorning your pretty puffy nipples are cute heart-shaped nipple piercings. her mouth gapes wordlessly, and you start to get worried at her silence.

"do you not like them?"

"oh my god, no, baby, i love them, i'm just speechless because they're so fucking pretty."

"oh," you giggle at her astonishment. "do you wanna suck on them?"

ellie doesn't even answer you before her mouth is latching onto your left tit, bringing her hand up to circle and pinch your right nipple as her tongue starts to flick deliciously and she starts to suck lightly.

you moan and gasp at every suck and lick, the pleasure almost overwhelming on your sensitive nipples. you grab ellie's hair harshly, pulling her hair impossibly closer, and feeling yourself soak your shorts even more when ellie moans at your roughness.

you start grinding yourself on ellie's thigh, seeking pleasure and relief from the wet mess that is now between your legs. "ellie…mmmf….need your fingers baby."

only continuing to worship your tits, ellie takes her free hand and snakes it down into your pants, moaning when she feels how you've dripping down your inner thighs. she circles your clit lightly before finding your hole and sliding two fingers in. her fingers move slowly, as she wants to savor the moment and the feeling of your puffy nipples in her mouth.

she continues alternating between your tits, making them shine in the light from all her spit. you move your hips to the rhythm of ellie's fingers, fucking them deeper into you. ellie is relentless on your tits, absolutely fixated on them as well as the feeling of your dripping and clenching pussy on her fingers.

you moans start to get louder as you let our desperate pleas for your release, babbling incoherently.

"ellie, please let me cum, oh god i just wanna cum."

ellie detaches from your nipple for just a few seconds to answer you, "cum for me baby, never said you couldn't."

and so you do, feeling your release drip all over ellie's hand as she enjoys the last few moments of her mouth on your tits, sucking on them through the waves of your orgasm before finally moving away, not wanting to painfully overstimulate you.

you're both speechless, just enjoying the bliss of your orgasms that is heightened by the few hits you took earlier.

"wow," you say, your thoughts too flighty to think of a more coherent statement.

"yeah, wow." ellie agrees.

wordlessly, she kisses your forehead and moves to place you down on the bed. she grabs washcloths and clean clothes from your bunk, cleaning you and herself up, wiping away all the sweat and cum. she helps you into your new clothes, and she dresses herself in comfortable sweats before moving to lay down next to you.

your mind is now clear of the fog from your orgasm, but the exhaustion has finally hit you, and you feel yourself drifting off as ellie pulls you into her muscular arms.

"love you els"

"love you more than you'll ever know, baby"

1 YEAR LATER ...

"thank you so much madison square garden, you've been amazing! have a great night, we love you new york!!" you call out in the roaring crowd, signaling the end of your show as you make your way off stage, ellie and dina in tow.

you enter the green room, in disbelief and still riding the high of the show as you're met with the sight of your opening acts relaxing and enjoying the refreshments and peace of backstage.

"holy fuck babe, i can't believe we just played the garden!!" ellie comes up behind you, scooping you up in her arms and kissing you passionately.

"i know els!! i'm so proud of us!!"

"get a room you two," dina grumbles, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"babe? that's a surprise," a voice calls from the other side of the room. your head whips around to find it belongs to the lead singer of the first opening act for your show.

"excuse me?" you ask, your tone clearly full of annoyance and surprise.

"well, sorry, just never thought that either of you sluts would commit to a chick," he comments, smiling devilishly at your surprised look.

"what the actual fuck is your problem dude?" ellie shouts, before you can even think of a response.

"in my book, once a slut, always a slut," he taunts, causing a small chorus of laughter among his bandmates.

you and ellie move in sync towards the man, but a flash of dark brown hair is faster. dina steps in front of the man, winds up, and punches him clean in the nose, causing him to stumble backwards and fall as he trips over his own feet.

you and ellie stare in shock at dina's actions.

"i'd suggest you get the fuck out of here," dina says, seething. the band members quickly scramble to the feet before practically sprinting out of the room. "oh, and you're never opening for us again, you sick fucks!"

dina smiles as they exit the room, before turning to you and ellie as you're both still frozen in shock.

"what? no one messes with my favorite couple."

<3 <3 <3

hope y'all liked this!! i honestly love the rockstar au and i'm totally willing to do more fics and drabbles with these characters!! send me some asks if y'all want more :)

[angelbambisworld]

WARNING:NSFW!!!

I finally did it. I sought out Gene's sex tape despite everyone's warning not to. Here are my following thoughts(In no particular order)

1. Why does my silly little pookie bear have everything off except for his shirt? He's so silly 🥰 Show us your tits, damn it!🤬

Also his pants were still around his ankles but that's pretty small potatoes compared to all the other shit.

2. I don't know why the tape is in black and white. I wanna see Gene blow that girls back out in glorious technicolor, goddamnit!

3. People clown on Gene for doing that girl while Foreigner's "I Wanna Know What Love Is" played in the background but idk. There's something oddly adorable about a guy who hypes himself up as this nefarious hot daddy sex god and he's fucking someone to a slow and sweet love song. What a fucking goofball. I love this man.

4. Yeah the sex was kinda mid but like idk what people expected. I think Gene was like in his 50s or 60s when the tape came out. Old people just fuck differently than young people. That's just how it is sometimes. Unfortunately I still am in good faith that he could get me off. It's Gene, after all 😅

5. That rockstar dick list wasn't lying, Gene is of average size and I want that thing in my mouth so so bad😭. It seriously looks mouthwatering delicious to me(But maybe thats just the insomnia talking rn. I've been up all night 🥲 When i could be going Uh! All Night with Gene instead😂🤣😭)

I swear the only way out of my obsession with him is through euthanization

6. At one point Gene tries to kiss the girl but she keeps turning away from him(See this is why it should've been me he was fucking. He would've walked out of that room COVERED in lipstick marks.)

7. I'm shocked there was no pussy eating at any point. Disappointed!

8. Even back then, Gene's ass was fat and jiggly. And I pray it continues to stay that way forever 😤🙏🙏

9. Gene's dad bod has me going positively bonkers as usual🥵

Overall, I thought it was...Interesting, to say the very least. Its definitely not as disgusting as everyone hypes it up to be, in my eyes. But now I know what sex with Gene Simmons is like(At least how it was for that girl, whoever she was) and the worst part is???

All this new information I've learned only makes me want him MORE!!!😭😭😭

I truly am Gene's nastiest fangirl.

[metaljesusrocks]

In the bizarrely brilliant film titled Metal Jesus: The Movie, we're thrust into a world where the line between reality and absurdity is as blurry as a melted Rubik's Cube. Metal Jesus, sporting a shiny metallic mullet, plays the titular character, a renegade time-traveling rockstar from the future who zips through dimensions in a spaceship shaped like a giant Gibson Les Paul.

Metal Jesus, armed with an Ace Frehley signature electric guitar that shoots laser beams and a wardrobe straight out of a 1970s Rush concert, embarks on a quest to save the universe from a malevolent army of sentient disco balls led by the nefarious EDM Emperor.

But things take a turn when Metal Jesus crash-lands on a planet inhabited by sentient Nintendo Amiibos and must confront his greatest challenge yet: convincing them to join his intergalactic battle against the EDM Empire. To make matters worse the population is divided between the Amiibos and the Disney Infinity characters. They are at war. And as Hellboy once said “War never changes”.

Along the way, Metal Jesus forms an unlikely alliance with a group of rebellious talking llamas, learns the secrets of time travel from a wise old toaster oven, and engages in epic guitar battles with the EDM Emperor's minions, who groove so hard they threaten to tear a hole in the fabric of spacetime itself. Daft Punk and Joe Satriani provide the epic movie soundtrack.

Filled with psychedelic visuals, absurd humor, and enough neon to make a cyberpunk rave blush, Metal Jesus: The Movie is a mind-bending journey through the weirdest corners of the cosmos that will leave you questioning reality, existence, and whether or not cheeseburgers can really talk.

"día de los Inocentes" - Zardoz

[problemsynth]

OH I AM HVING DELIGHTFULLY NEFARIOUS VAMPIRE THOUGHTS! and they involve nixie tube, nere, and trixie.

oh ho ho, trixies pack is coming to toronto and ive given her Nix. our darling rockstar of a fox and menace to to the brujah primogen specifcally.

[tastylemonbread]

oc outfit/au thing i came up with out of boredom :3 feel free to steal for whatever nefarious purposes

1 - everyday outfit

2 - first date

3 - hot weather

4 - cold weather

5 - job interview

6 - formal event

7 - hangout with friends

8 - lounging around

9 - just underwear

10 - something cute

11 - cyberpunk au

12 - superhero/villain au

13 - noir detective au

14 - scifi au

15 - apocalypse au

16 - fantasy au

17 - halloweeny au

18 - rockstar au

19 - best timeline au

20 - worst timeline au

[errantgoat]

Finally encountered and spoke with Enver Gortash in BG 3...

Although the washed-out rockstar look does little for me, I kind of get it why he was in that sexiest BG 3 man poll. He speaks to you about his nefarious plans in a way that makes you nod like he's talking about something completely reasonable. That high int/charisma combo is deadly.

[staceymcgillicuddy]

WIP Wednesday

I haven't done this in a few weeks, and it's been a shitfuck of a day. One of those where everything I've come across seems bound and determined to make me grit my teeth and say, "really?" So what the heck, I'm fighting for some new year cheer with a sprinkling of to get my soul known again, Chapter 13:

“We can talk about it,” Chrissy offers.  Eddie shakes his head. Pats her uninjured knee and extricates himself from the backseat. “Later. Once I’m sure you’re not gonna get gangrene.”  That’s fair; her leg really hurts. 

What are they going to find out? Why does Chrissy have gangrene? Where is this mysterious backseat? Tune in and find out, I guess.

And, for fun, a snippet from the fic I'm hoping to post around Valentine's Day, though it's not strictly a Valentine's Day piece. More a little "not quite a rockstar Eddie AU."

“… now boarding first class passengers, thank you.”  Eddie groans and fingers his boarding pass, shifting the duffel on his shoulder as he hands the flimsy cardboard to the gate agent. He wants to turn around and proclaim to the people in coach that he, too, was once one of them. Not even one of them—too poor to fly, if he’s being pedantic! He didn’t ask for first class, first class was thrust upon him by those nefarious swines who insist on treating him like he’s special, just because the band is signed to their label. He's not even the famous one, and he's sure as shit not first class. If anything, he’s a man of the people. A founding member of the proletariat. His collar’s so blue it’s practically the cover of a Bruce Springsteen album. But doing that would probably make the folks still slumped in the squeaky plastic departure gate chairs think he’s a crazy prick, in addition to being a rich motherfucker. So, resigned to his fate, he waits for the agent to clear him before slumping his way down the jet bridge to the flight that’s ferrying him from New York to London. 

Whither Christine? How will they re-meet cute? Will Eddie join the mile high club? Did Corroded Coffin hit the big time? (Uh, no, and no to the last two. Hashtag spoilers?)

If anyone else is prompted to share some snippets because I did, then go forth! Live long and prosper! I'm going to have a drink.

[kazoofnafhumanaublog]

HELLO!!! INNA BACK WITH ANOTHER QUESTION!!!!!!! About Fnaf 6 this time!!!!

Can you plz tell us about Music Man??? I just like him a whole bunch XD

And as I did with FunFox…Plz tell him I think he’s really neat and wonderful!! :D

I MANAGED TO MAKE AN ASK THAT WASNT SL RELATED YAY

Music mans one of the more upbeat ones in the fnaf 6 era. Hes a one man band, and uses extra limbs taken from previous victims to multitask all at once. The outside world thinks hes just pupeteering artifical limbs- but nope theyre very real.

Molten actually gave them to him because he likes music man’s character. It basically went down like “you entertain me so i wont eat you- in fact i’ll give you something useful from my previous victims”

Hapoy frog loves spending time with music man too- hes like a fun older brother who helps make life less boring- and is a stark contrast from the very grumpy pigpatch. Rockstar bonnie dosent like him all that much as he cannot stand the more modern songs he plays- bonnies a picky guy who only likes stuff from the 50s-70s

no-one else really has a big opinion of music man, and he wants it to stay that way. He knows nefarious things are going on, but has grown to accept it and just keep playing music to stay neutral on all grounds

[brandwhorestarscream]

What happened to Wavelength after Sound System took Soundwave

That's a good question! There's a couple of different ways this could go, long term

Soundwave of course has no intention of staying with his dad. Like, at all. This is the asshole that's been living in the lap of luxury his entire life, and probably got his mom pregnant and bailed. That's what Soundwave thinks. He escapes the second Sound System takes his optics off him, probably climbing out the window and flying away. He's not entirely sure how to get back to Kaon, but he sure as hell isn't going to stay in Iacon.

Wavelength can feel all of his son's fear through their bond at being kidnapped, and even though he's terribly distressed and worried, he's blind and the property of one of the mines. He can't go anywhere; even if he could find the exit through the confusing tunnels that all sound the same, they won't let him leave to go look for his baby. Soundwave is probably feeding him information the entire time, and a fuzzy image of Sound System passes between them

He's quietly terrified. This is the mech who, from his perspective, used him for fun and then had him blinded a second time and thrown away when he got bored. He shudders to think what Sound System will do to his son. Begs Soundwave to not provoke him and just get away as soon as he can

Unfortunately, I don't think there's a happy ending here. In an ideal world the misunderstanding would be cleared up and they could all be together as a happy family. But Wavelength's trust has been shattered, Sound System is struggling with isolation and depression, and Soundwave hates his sire for abandoning him and his mother. The best case scenario is that, yes, Soundy escapes and goes back to Kaon, and very rarely leaves his carrier's side for fear of getting snatched up again

But 👀 consider. Canonically in the Aligned continuity, Soundwave was a powerful politician as an adult

If we go that route, then Sound System probably kept him against his will. Held under lock and key, refusing to let him go because he's just so desperate to recover some piece of his beloved Wavelength. Soundwave lies and says his carrier's dead, hoping that this crazy rich asshole daring to call himself his sire will leave him alone.

For the second half of his adolescence, Soundwave grows up essentially as Sound System's spoiled prisoner; he gets private tutors and his files are manipulated--he was born to Sound System's secret late bondmate, who no one ever knew of, and that's why the rockstar suddenly retired, to take care of his newborn son. He has enough money to make it a reality, and anyone who goes snooping around will find fabricated health records and educational grades. Soundwave is never allowed to leave the penthouse, and his ire grows day by day. He misses his mom dearly but won't breathe a word of him, aftaid that this crazy mech will abduct him too. Who knows what kind of nefarious things he'd do to Soundwave's poor, blind carrier?

Idk what happens, be it a mining accident, murder, or suicide, but Wavelength dies while Soundwave is in his sire's custody. That's the final thing that cements Soundwave's complete and total hatred for the higher class. They abused his carrier, took him from his home, and now Wavelength's blood is on their hands. Soundwave's sure he would've been able to stop it, to spare Wavelength from dying, even if be doesn't know how. He remains stuck in his sire's care until he's an adult, when he's pushed to become a politician because his dad insists he needs a stable career. And then, well. We all know how that turns out 🤭 he leaves Iacon at the first possible opportunity to follow the gladiator Megatronus, ready to burn the entire caste system to the ground.

[lavelled]

how it dwells.

I’m used to celebrities giving a subtle nod to my predicament, but never has an actor become internationally famous for acting, in feminist terms, like a megawatted asshole.

Team Rachel 623: Your pearl-clutching, hospital-corner, sorority-hazing client must be numb to morality. This is some sick cruel stuff. I had a cousin share personal items without knowledge or consent. And share he did. This is worse. Is the rental accomplice just passing through? I think I can writerly outrun you.

She and her Team have benefitted from a decades-old wellspring imprisonment, pushed their climber toward even more notoriety with a regal marriage to none other than enemy number one, allowed disturbingly theatrical speeches on ivory tower racism and hardship, both of which are untrue and unladylike, and showed contentment only for professional births and payday.

Her Hallmark movie, Dater’s Handbook. The title alone. 8. Jail. Booked. Oh, the lucky break of forging career mileage in code fluency. I don’t understand the decision, as a 40-something, to do the flippity flipping flipsters act, yet has sex with the ghost of the rapey man who stole my life, gets wedded to him, does rockstar crowd greets and magazine covers, accepts awards, and has his babies.

This isn’t a job. It’s life.

And her lying evil husband took away my life choices.

Two women with integrity: Chelsy Davy and Cressida Bonas. I’m sure they’re beholden to royal NDA laws. However, their marriages expose your perverse nefarious intentions, their link to a distanced British girl, and how the ending should go.

By and large, the approximation of tragedy is fueled by your family and your wife. From stabbings in Solingen, Germany to NYPD officer, Gregory Purvis, shooting himself last week.

XXXTentacion—the rapper and writer was fatally shot in the Riva Motorsports parking lot in Deerfield Beach, FL. Almost exactly one month after your wedding. June 18, 2018. His debut album was titled 17. He was 20 years old. His little brother, 13, is Aiden Kerr.

Denis Yurievich Ten—the Kazakhstani figure skater and 2014 Olympic Bronze Medalist was stabbed to death in July 2018. Two months after your wedding. Middle name sounds like You’re Rich. He skated beautifully to Gene Kelly’s Singin’ in the Rain at the 2013 Worlds. He was 25.

Yountville Veterans Home—a residential treatment facility for brain injured post-9/11 veterans in California. The gunman, Albert Wong, a former patient, fatally shot three female health workers and then himself. March 9, 2018. Two months before your wedding.

Parkland High School Shooting—happened on Valentine’s Day. February 14, 2018. Three months before your wedding. Seventeen students were killed that day. Ages range from 14-17. The perpetrator was Nikolas Jacob Cruz. Cruz told a psychologist that he committed the shooting on Valentine’s Day because he believed that no one loved him and thus wanted to ruin that day.

Steve Bing—Hollywood financier, founder of Shangri-La Entertainment and Shangri-La Music; produced The Polar Express starring Tom Hanks. On June 22, 2020, he jumped to his death from the 27th floor of the Ten Thousand Building in LA. He said he couldn’t take the lack of human contact during quarantine.

Four students from the University of Idaho were all stabbed to death at their home on King Road in Moscow, Idaho. November 13, 2022. Victims: Kaylee Goncalves, Madison Mogen, Xana Kernodle, and Ethan Chapin.

What country can you guys get kicked out of next? Denmark? No. That’s my King Frederik X. Norway? No. That’s my Marius Borg.

The scripted controversy over a Blackamoor brooch in 2017. Google it. I detect an unavoidable Sicilian reference and a concession in there. However, it’s also Harold trying to reinforce marked minor territory, which was collaborated together—despite real hate crimes and a known rape-bed desire—by her team.

As long as Rachel and Harry live better lives than most, including myself, getting richer with no public divorce, they will be flanked by critiques on why the world should tell them to go away.

Hope you had fun; she’s the last woman you’ll touch.

K

[soundwavehq]

O que toda população Soundwaver espera depois do fim de semana proporcionado por um de nossos principais patrocinadores? 

Burburinhos rolavam desde a última exibição no domingo sobre qual seria a relação das atividades com a semana que estava por vir. No começo da terça-feira os anúncios foram oficialmente feitos: a Disney Plus fez um desafio a todos os participantes do Soundwave Festival, você irá aceitar?

Durante essa semana as bandas terão que preparar uma setlist especial de até 40 minutos de duração com o tema principal sendo músicas relacionadas ao nosso patrocinador. Isso mesmo, desde os clássicos dos filmes aos originais do Disney Channel, músicas inspiradas em obras da empresa à trilhas sonoras oficiais de seus filmes. Lembramos o quão vasto o universo sob o selo é atualmente, conteúdo uma infinidade de opções a serem levadas em consideração.

Além dos covers das músicas no estilo e identidade de cada banda, o desafio adicional a eles foi o grande destaque. 

Nossos talentosos rockstars terão até sexta-feira para compor uma canção original com inspiração em qualquer obra relacionada ao universo mágico.

Uma serenata de seu casal favorito dos contos de fadas ou uma música extra para um dos diversos musicais? Uma canção tema para uma animação do coração ou talvez uma trilha sonora para seu herói ou aventureiro favorito?

Tudo é válido, desde que seja a identidade da banda presente no tema.

E se pensam que a semana de desafios é somente para os bandmates, estão enganados.

Cada artista do festival recebeu em seus trailers o encarte de orientações para os stands essa semana. Suas artes terão a mesma inspiração de todo o festival nessa semana. A Disney, inclusive, deu autorização para comercialização de imagem e marca para itens vendidos nos locais oficiais Soundwave como reconhecimento de produtos Disney. Já imaginou ter essa chance? É hora de aproveitar.

Os estandes estarão abertos a partir de 15h, os horários de atividade e exposição dos artistas sendo livres deste horário até sua escolha de finalização no início dos shows. 

A decoração dos ambientes comuns aos poucos era adaptada, era quase como se fosse uma extensão do próprio Magic Kingdom, um momento para se tornar inesquecível a todas as pessoas que pisarem no festival esse final de semana.

Sábado:

17:00: 44/7

18:00: Linear B

19:00: Nefarious

20:00: Anklebiters

21:00: FTY

Domingo:

17:00: Vicious

18:00: Ambrosia

19:00: Hellbound

20:00: Emperor's Edge

21:00: Lovesucker

OOC:

Para criação das músicas originais, podem ser utilizadas como inspiração músicas reais como base para as melodias, ou somente criação de hcs para a existência da mesma. Esperamos a entrega de cada banda da ideia de representatividade da banda no contexto, qualquer obra sob o selo Disney é válida (incluindo Marvel, Lucas Films, Pixar e etc).

Nos explique sobre a música e o que ela conta ou até mesmo mande um trecho da ideia de letra.

A música original está incluída na apresentação de cada banda no final de semana e os títulos escolhidos para a setlist devem ser enviadas no OOC de cada banda até sexta-feira (às 23h) para evitar repetições de escolhas entre as bandas para covers. Serão validadas as escolhas por ordem de chegada, sendo avisado imediatamente quais bandas selecionaram quais canções para as demais se organizarem.

Para os Artistas: anúncios de collabs, chamadas para o estande, portfólio e afins validam sua missão. Hcs e POVs são muito bem vindos.

Esperamos que se divirtam tanto quanto nós!

[gtamoneydrop]

Rockstar Games has just dropped a bombshell for GTA Online enthusiasts with the revelation of a new heist titled "The Cluckin’ Bell Farm Raid."

The announcement is accompanied by a tantalizing trailer, screenshots, release date details, and a sneak peek at some fresh vehicles.

Mark your calendars for Thursday, March 7th, as this is when the action-packed "The Cluckin’ Bell Farm Raid" is set to hit the virtual streets of GTA Online. The anticipation began building last month when players received an in-game call from Vincent, an LSPD officer, offering a taste of what's to come.

According to a recent Rockstar Games Newswire post, players will be teaming up with Vincent Effenburger to take on a new cartel operating out of the Cluckin’ Bell factory in Paleto Bay. What makes this heist particularly intriguing is the cartel's use of the factory farm as a front for their large-scale, nefarious operations.

GTA modded accounts

As players dive into the missions, they'll not only be facing off against corrupt LSPD members but also tackling a formidable new cartel. The blog post hints at a complex scheme to expose unparalleled corruption within the cartel during "The Cluckin’ Bell Farm Raid."

The release date is just around the corner, and on March 7th, players on PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, Xbox Series X|S, Xbox One, and PC can all join in on the action. With much of the content already nestled in the game files as a drip-feed, a potential title update on release day might ensure a seamless experience.

Alongside the heist, players can also look forward to getting their hands on new vehicles, including the much-anticipated police Bravado Gauntlet Interceptor. Rockstar Games has teased fans with a trailer for "The Cluckin’ Bell Farm Raid" on YouTube, providing a glimpse into the heart-pounding gameplay. For a closer inspection, a collection of screenshots from the trailer is also available.

As the GTA Online community braces for "The Cluckin’ Bell Farm Raid," excitement continues to mount. Stay tuned for more updates, and in the meantime, explore the ongoing events in GTA Online. For those intrigued by the real-life Cluckin’ Bell experience, last year featured a visit to a GTA fan-run business in San Diego, offering a unique perspective on this iconic in-game locale.

[crossover-enthusiast]

rockstar chica, picking up lefty: WHAT DID YOU DO TO LEFTY?!?

the nefarious stoner wizard: yes

porrim: kankri?

kankri: e

lefty: *windows start up noise followed up by a “luigi time!” in luigi’s voice*

HAHAHA

[burnlikeme]

The lanky figure pauses, head tilted as if in deep consideration of the voice. One hand falls, the other's fingers spreading wide as a final rush of wind passes by, kicking up dust and the usual debris of a metropolis in the process.

Stuart Harold Pot (nee Tusspott)- a man known for his drug-induced behavior, horrible breakups, and angering more than one alien warlord- looks nothing like he does in the photos available of him in any database. It's not the anxious middle-aged man caught struggling to tie his shoes or the confident, suave rockstar on stage. The flesh is incredibly weak, actually, but the mind...?

Alright. The mind is also weak.

That's why Pazuzu is currently in charge.

"I'm busy," the deity says, calmly, "and I am fond of this body." For some reason. "Who are you to ask this of me?" Who knew Pazuzu sounds like a bloke from Crawley?

There's a bluetooth speaker nearby and the remnants of an iPhone on the ground beside it. Chances are high that Dents was the one who walked up here before Pazuzu took the reins. Surely his intentions weren't nefarious.

It's like clockwork now; the Bureau keeps Abe underground for a long enough stretch he starts getting antsy, Red happens to be busy at the same time something potentially catastrophic begins brewing, Abe is sent out to the field solo, and he quickly remembers why he hates going solo. Doesn't mind the quiet in the transport van nearly as much with company- though Hellboy usually makes it difficult to hear the silence. Though Abe is often less than thrilled with his friend's loud nature, he would greatly appreciate it here and now. The stares behind tinted visors are deafening. Looking out the one-way window doesn't make him any less aware of the apprehension and hair-trigger caution hanging around him, but it gives him a basis to act oblivious.

What is it with artists of the Rock'n'Roll genre and occultism? If Abe had a nickel for every time some band went and woke up a powerful demon or made contact with an ancient deity... He'd much rather be broke. Not that he has much use for money, anyhow, but his point stands.

Anti capitalism and egocentric rockstars or not, here Abe nevertheless is in the supposed City of Angels, trying to fake being thrown by the van's sudden skidding stop like the four operatives in the back with him are. He knows he fails- their wariness clearer through the metal interior and channeled into his palm- but tells himself they're only worried about the powerful (if often mischaracterized) Mesopotamian wind demon, if the intel is correct. He's used to telling himself lies by now.

Turning his attention to the other two in the front of the van- barely visible through the small port in the wall- Abe awaits the navigator's signal without really listening. He knows the motions by heart. Two breaths, push the door open; one breath for each operative filing out before him; two more breaths, then he follows. His respirator is a reassuring pressure on his neck and shoulders as he scuttles out of the van and over to the nearest overturned vehicle, palm flat against the metal in an instant and absorbing whatever information it can give him before moving to the next. One by one, so on and so forth, until he's just a couple yards away from the... Hmm. No. Obviously not a monkey, Sapien- be sensible.

Abe straightens the bulletproof vest covering his torso anyhow as he stands to his full height, thankful for his limited range of facial expressions as he addresses the demon. "You are identified as Pazuzu, Son of Hanbu, King of the Lilû. What is your purpose on this plane?"