#Stacee

[manyimaginativemuses]

There was a thud, and not a delicate one either. Homelander landed in front of Lestat’s lair, part of him hating himself for even wanting to willingly confide in the leech. However, this was of the utmost importance and he wanted all eyes and ears on the city and beyond. No matter who they belonged to.

A bloodied gloved fist knocked on the door as the Supe stood, head to toe drenched in blood. Both old and new. This would be the first break he’d taken since his hunt began. He hadn’t stopped to eat nor sleep…or bathe. All meaningless tasks.

Lestat would be greeted with dangerously dark eyes and a set jaw. Homelander meant business and he wasn’t in the mood for any tricks or jokes. For all intents and purposes, he was dead inside with his reason for existence being taken from him.

[ @hom3land3r ]

@hom3land3r

Lestat and Stacee had been relaxing on the bus, with Lestat halfway through writing a new song, when he heard a slamming knock on the door.

“What the fuck?” Stacee said, shooting upright to answer the loud banging. When he opened the door, he was face to face with a bloody, exhausted, and angry Homelander.

“Who the fuck are you? I’m not interested in donating to the Neo-Nazi of America fund if that’s why you’re here.” Stacee said bluntly. Unless Gazelle had told Homelander about her husband, the man standing before Homelander looked like an identical copy of Lestat, albeit brunette, covered in tattoos, and with a far worse attitude than Lestat. He also wore a black leather vest with matching pants.

“Stacee who’s at the door?” Lestat called.

“Some cosplay weirdo who’s wearing an American flag as a cape.” Stacee replied and Lestat snorted a laugh.

“Tell him to fuck off, I’m not interested in dealing with his nonsense today.” Lestat said and Stacee turned with a fanged smile.

“You heard him. Fuck off.”

[faunandfloraas]

Eternity, Bang Chan - 2024 // Eternity, Arthur Stace - 1932 to 1966.

In 1932, residents all over the city of Sydney started noticing something interesting, the word “Eternity” written on the pavement or wall, over and over again. The word was seemingly written by the same person each time, in a beautiful copperplate script. The mystifying and intriguing presence of graffiti before graffiti was commonplace had Sydney residents pondering who this "Eternity man" could be. In 1956, the mystery was solved- Arthur Stace, a former soldier and alcoholic, turned man of faith, had inscribed the word over Sydney's suburbs more than half a million times between 1932 and 1966. He chose to write the word in the early hours of the morning, when few people were around, managing to keep his identity a secret for over 20 years. Something about the word eternity, written in fleeting chalk on the ever-changing city streets, seemed to compel locals- Newspaper writers published account after account speculating on the identity of this unknown man and the occasional false confession helped to maintain the air of wonder and mystery that surrounded the anonymous "Eternity man". Even after his identity had been revealed, Mr. Eternity, as he came to be dubbed, continued writing his eponymous "Eternity" across the walkways and walls of Sydney for another decade, becoming a beloved character in the city until his passing at the age of 82, in 1967. Now, nearly 60 years after the final "Eternity" by Arthur Stace was written, his message of eternity still manages to permeate the minds of Sydneysiders- becoming a representative word of the city.

[oliviatom]

I love Stacee Jaxx ❤️

[manyimaginativemuses]

“Yes! That was the first place I looked!” He called back just as Stacee walked back onto the bus after hunting with Gazelle.

“What’s he bitching about this time?” Stacee asked, licking the blood off his fingers as he turned to look where Lestat was walking around. As he turned, James could see very clearly the scrunchie Lestat was looking for in Stacee’s hair.

“James my love, have you seen that one scrunchie I really love? The bright blue one with the ribbon around it?” Lestat called from the back of the tour bus, digging through his drawers trying to find the hair tie.

James was in the middle of reading and didn't bother to even look up as Lestat searched. " Have you tried the chest at the foot of the bed darling?" turning the page without batting an eye.

[torchflies]

(In the Tommy AU) Do you think the first time Ice sees Maverick, he freaks out a bit because he might’ve just found Stacee Jaxx’s lovechild?

AHHHH STACEE JAXX 😂😂😂 Oh no, it’s actually soooo much worse. He and Stacee had a thing. Hence the matching pistol tattoos 👀 Mav looking like Stacee is because Ice has a type, 😂😂😂

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

ALRIGHTY I FINALLY BUCKED UP AND FINISHED IT!!!

That’s right my dudes pce actually cursed ao3! And with a WLW BALLERINA STYLE AU NO LESS!!! Yep, here’s the shit I’ve been posting about for like a week instead of writing,

She’s The Smoke

[kai-in-the-korner]

for those of you who have seen my ‘outsiders/rock of ages’ post…

here’s what ive brainstormed so far

ponyboy as drew

johnny as sherrie

twobit as lonny

darry as dennis

steve as stacee

sodapop as constance

dally as justice

i have yet to assign other characters but this is what i have so far

[manyimaginativemuses]

"Stacee dear, please do not antagonize James and Lestat." Gazelle was still smiling at her husband. "You know that only causes trouble."

@slicinggazelle

“Baby I’m not ANTAGONIZING them! All I did was borrow a hair tie! Lestat is the one throwing a bitch fit!” Stacee whined in reply, turning around to face his wife with a pout.

[pilvimarja]

[helloitstsyu]

dangerous woman | stacee jaxx [18+]

My masterlist

Pairing : stacee jaxx x fem¡reader

Warning : smut, masturbation, nsfw language, sex toy, minors dni!

Requested by my dear friend @elenavampire21 hope you like this ❤️

Something bout you, makes me wanna do things i shouldn't

Have you ever wanted something so bad knowing you shouldn't? Have you ever dreamed of something so bad knowing it is bad for you?

Stacee Jaxx.

Yes, the famous singer Stacee Jaxx. The man who is able to have hundreds of girls drooling for him. For a while, you really thought you weren't those girls. Those girls who are stupidly do as whatever he told. Those girls who would've died just for their stupid celebrity crush.

He does have an amazing singing voice, yes, and you can't lie to yourself that you quite like his songs too. But Stacee wasn't really much of a respective gentleman, so the idea of having respect, let alone worshiping him is not in your cart. You loathe asshole, specifically those who do as whatever they're please and not give a damn shit about anything else other than themselves. That pretty much sums up Stacee Jaxx's character.

Ever since you first met him in The Bourbon Club, he has shown you nothing but pain in the ass kind of attitude. He constantly thinks that he could have anything he desires easily because he's just the Stacee Jaxx.

Every conversation you exchanged with him is like a dreadful memory printed on your mind. Stacee Jaxx is the living example of vexation for you. But here you are again, completely possessed by the alluring charm of his as he performs Pour Some Sugar On Me. The way his body moves. Those flexing toned exterior of his, the way his skin glistening underneath the light. Oh, you're so feeling hot yourself.

Stacee knows what he's doing. He's totally meant to do it all to capture your very attention. Ever since he first laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you instantly. From your rare beauty to your smart mouth, he knew he's a goner for you. But what intrigued him more is your ability to resist him. No girl ever has done that to him, and to win you over will be his personal accomplishment he'd be proudly gloat on.

"Y/N!" Cherry, your boss calls you out as the music bangs louder at the end of the song.

You awake from your daydreaming thoughts and turn your head towards her. "Yes?"

"What are you doing here, i paid you for something, girl. Get to work and clean up upstairs!" She tells in your ear.

She's right. You shouldn't stay here and watch Stacee all night. It'll only make him believe that you're one of his admiring fans and make him be more overconfidently proud of himself. To which you'll hate more of him.

So you go upstairs, passing every one of the people in this crowded club. Meeting your colleague, she tells you she got the floor covered and asks you to just take care the VIP room. Entering the VIP room, you're surprised that no one is here, but the room is for sure messy as hell with bottles and glasses everywhere. So you decide to clean it up that way you won't have to stay late to work.

Working as a server in one of the biggest club in the city wasn't really on your new year'sresolutions, but this is your way to make a living so you just gotta do what you gotta do. It wasn't a dream job of course. You often get misunderstood, but you can survive each night. And you find each night to have its own interesting thing. Say you always have that dark, playful side of you. Something about the life of the night and the vibe of the club awakes something naughty inside of you.

As you're tidying the sofa area, underneath the pile of pillows, you find something.... A vibrator.

"Jeez.." you shake your head.

Taking the little pink toy, you nearly toss it to the bin. But before your finger let go of the item, you think for a moment. Something in you wanting to know. And for some reason, your mind decided to replay the memory of every encounter you have with Stacee. You're contemplating yourself, trying to fight every urge in yourself to play with the pink toy you found.

Looking around to find no one is around, you lay down on the sofa. Eyeing the stranger toy in your hand, you press the on button, and it starts to vibrate with a little buzzing noise. Biting your lip, you slowly draw the toy to your chest. It feels good as it makes contact with your skin. Slowly, you drag the toy across your breast and down across your body. The moment the vibrator hits your clit from above your jeans, you whimper.

Biting your lip, you chuckle to yourself. It feels so good, and you don't care if it's so wrong to do.

You unbutton your jeans, hands slipping underneath it as you bring the toy to meet your clit. Again, you press the on button. The moment it vibrates on your clit, you fight back a loud moan to spill out. As you close your eyes the picture of Stacee is still playing in your mind.

"F–fuuck—!" You whimper. Eyes fluttering open and close as you feel the building heat inside of you.

Feeling like someone is watching you, you look up, finding his reflection in the mirror. "Stacee," You gasp and jump in a scare. Turning your face around you meet him leaning against the door, hands on his pocket. He doesn't say anything. He just stares at you still, doesn't even move.

"Wouldn't you like to watch me,"

Stacee chuckles darkly, and he walks slowly towards you. "Don't let me interrupt you," he takes a bottle of scotch on the table in front of you and takes a seat on the sofa in front of you. He takes a sip of the scotch with his eyes still locked on you the whole time.

"So you're just going to watch?" You ask.

Stacee's slowly nods.

You have no idea where this confident comes from, but right in this moment, you're feeling dangerously confident. You for sure not going to chicken out the moment you're going to have your pleasure. There's just something about Stacee that makes you wanting to be like a dangerous woman. You lay down again on the sofa. Turning the little toy on again, you slip it again underneath your jeans to your clit. Stacee watches you with darkened, lustful eyes. Your whimper get louder by the seconds you press the toy on your clit. Hands traveling all around your own body, you grip onto the sofa as your body bends upwards. "Ahhh—!" You moan.

Stacee could feel himself hardening and losing room on his crotch. The way your legs jerking, body twitching, it nearly make him wanting to take out his cock and jerk himself too. The filthy moans slip out of your perfect little mouth sounds like the best music to his ear. He wanted to kiss and devour your mouth for so long that he has lost count how many times he had dreams of you.

And soon enough, you're spilling all over. You're moaning hard, body bending off the sofa, your toes curling, and digging the leather of the sofa. Opening your eyes toward him again, his breath is just as messy as yours. You stand up and strut your way towards him. You lean down onto him, face stays inches away from his. You look deeply into his eyes.

Stacee clenches his jaw, yet his deep intense glare never falters. A second past with silence with you just exchanging wordless conversation by eyes alone with the rockstar. "Well," you break the silence, eyes instinctively just drops down you could see the effect you put on him. The evidently tent on his crotch makes your breath stalled.

Eyes peering back up meeting his green orbs, You hand him the used vibrator to his chest. He grabs back your hand, a sly smirk appears on his face.

"That was fun," you devilishly smirk at him.

You could see the flickers in his eyes. That's the switch being pulled off. Just as you're about to stand straight and turn your back to him, Stacee grabs your face and pulls you to his lips. He pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. Quickly, he finds a way to slip his tongue to meet yours. He hungrily kisses and devours you, his hands traveling all around you, slipping through your hair, grazing along your back. His touches send burning traces on your skin.

Stacee moves to kiss your neck. Wet sloppy kisses go all over your skin. He's trying to find your sweet spot, which he finds effortlessly. You're whimpering as he nibs the spot, you instinctively just grind on his hard center. "Ohh, Stace—" you whimper.

"You drive me crazy, Y/N," his deep voice growls in your ear.

Looking back to his eyes. You cup his face, "So beautiful," he whispers as he caresses your face gently.

His eyes light up with excitement, quickly he undress you. One by one, all of your clothes are tossed to the floor. You unbutton his pants, his hard cock springs free slapping his abs. Impatiently needing all of him, you push him inside of you.

"OH!" You moan as you feel his shaft spreading your tight walls.

"Fuck—!" He groans to you. His hands gripping you hard. "Fuck, baby!" He groans.

The fullness of him sends dizziness of pleasure to your mind. Slowly you start grinding on him, fucking him in a slow set pace.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good," Stacee holds your face. He rests his forehead on yours. Eyes are lost in the pool of pleasure. "So... tight..." he cooes.

Stacee rocks his hips upwards too, meeting you halfway, he fucks you back. "Stace..." you whimper.

"Darling—" he murmurs. With his hands gripping on each side of your hips, you fuck him harder, grinding even harder on him, you could feel him starts to throbbing inside of you.

His eyebrows furrowing, his breath ragging. You could see the sweat starting to collect on his chest, and his skin starts to turn into flush red. He's close, you know he's close. "What?" You tease him mischievously.

"P-please," he breathlessly beg you.

You giggle, "Oh he knows how to say please now."

The cocky asshole who do whatever as he pleases now is practically begging you. "Y/N!" He shut his eyes close and grip tightly on your hips.

"Don't cum yet, Stace!"

You chuckle, liking the way you have him right now. He's so.... babygirl, unlike the way he usually presents himself to everyone else.

You kiss his neck. Nibbling and sucking his skin, you leave your love mark there so that everyone knows you're the only one who's able to make him like this, be like this.

"F-fuck... Y/N—!" he groans.

Stacee pulls you even tighter, closer to his body as if there's more gap between the two of you. His hand wraps around you possessively. His eyes deeply look at you. You could feel yourself coming close to your edge too. With no warning, your pussy clench around him. You bury your face on the crook of his neck, nails raking his back that you're sure you have left a scar on him.

With your clenching walls, that is the end of Stacee. He couldn't keep himself even longer. You feel his seeds spreading inside of you. His body stills, he's breath ragging as he empties himself into you.

You push yourself from the crook of his neck, eyes meeting him again, Stacee is glowing with post-sex glow. He smiles and gently peck your lips. His fingers softly brushing through your hair. He leans closer to you and peck your forehead.

"That..." he pants, "That could be a record," he mutters.

He's so gentle that it melts your heart. You feel your cheek burning up, so you hide your face to his neck.

Stacee just holds you there gently, caressing your bare back affectionately. Then the snap of realization occurs to you, this is wrong. You shouldn't have done this.

"This is a mistake," you say as you climb off him.

"No..." he quietly says, "Y/N," you ignore him, you just pick your clothes on the floor and quickly leave him before he could even stop you.

[just-in-case-iloveyou]

i frequently forget Rock of Ages was a movie and not a fever dream, and then i remember Tom Cruise was in it, and i vow to work harder to repress that memory next time.

[lascitasdelashoras]

Creative Stace, on Behance

[therobska]

Uh-oh, these girls are in trouble with the law.

You know it's a bad thing if you've made the news.

[nade2308]

"I like to dance"

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage here have some more Stacee

[kai-in-the-korner]

thinkin bout makin an outsiders rock of ages au…