#erica cloud

[jgroffdaily]

A collection of Jonathan’s outfits from the Merrily We Roll Along press tour and Met Gala styled by Erica Cloud (@ecduzit).

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Winona Ryder, eternal style icon. Photo by Jennifer McCord.

[jocia92]

ecduzit Ok, I’ll start: Florals for Spring…💐 thatdanstevens + dzojchen for godzillaxkong 🤎

Grooming: sonialeeartistry

Styling: ecduzit

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Gillian Jacobs at a Sarah Ellison Studio opening

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Erica Cloud grew up always wishing she was something beyond an just an ordinary and weird girl. She wrote stories about herself being a beautiful and wise alien princess that went on adventures. She never expected this to be a reality, even when she became a member of a team of inventors developing a mechanism that could transport people across space and time. Through her creation however, she quickly discovered the truth about herself, finding out she was no ordinary girl, and that actually…being weird was much more fun than pretending to be someone she wasn’t!

Wish I could put more time into this one but I’ve run out! I’m probably taking a bit more than I can chew with this style of drawing haha. After this week of ocs I’m pulling back to do a bit simpler and rougher art, I don’t want to burn myself out! But this was fun to work on, I do like this style of showing my ocs at different stages in their stories. The outfits have been a blast, everyone who knows me knows my ocs have quite the wardrobes each. Anyways, Erica! Always a special place in my heart for this oc. It’s been some time it feels like I’ve drawn her and Gale too!

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@ecduzit O Captain! My Captain! #jonathangroff + @thombrowneny for the @colbertlateshow 💙

Grooming: @kumicraig

Styling: @ecduzit

First mate: @jenziet

[iys-cloud]

hello to everyone in the void that is Tumblr, a single conversation with @arrowheadedbitch made me create a whole ass Mbav x Pjo Au and now it's everyone's problem

SO the Au starts with Ethan, Benny, Sarah, Erica and Rory going to new york for vacations and they tun into nico, leo, percy and will (nico is there bc will forced him to come along lol) in like, a remote part of a park or smt. and nico, being the son of hades and all low-key just... Senses smts wrong with the vampire trio And tells the others, leo, being as subtle as a bull with bells, points at them and says something along the lines of

"them? They're the 'dead feeling' guys??"

fast forward a lot of discussion and accusing later they're all fighting, Leo managed to stab Erica and, used to the monsters dissolving into gold powder, turns around. Erica being the petty bitch she is BITES him because that's SUCH a great idea cue everyone panicking bc at the moment the gang™ had been trying to be subtle about what they are (not that they accomplished it) and the demigods had only pulled a normal sized dagger that looked well, normal.

Rory, seeing the mess, fucking flies away, leaving the chb kids dumbfounded, sarah grabs erica and drags her away from leo, benny BOOKS IT and Ethan's on the floor wondering why can't anything go Right for them, the chb peps are wondering what new pantheon they just stumbled across and procced to get incredibly concerned because LEO IS QUITE LITERALLY DYING ON THE FLOOR.

Ethan seems to process the fact and panics but oh would you look at that, there's a bigger problem, Nico's there and since the mf can sense death he panics even harder because Leo is DYING and starts questioning them on "what the fuck is happening to him!?" And everything is kicked right back into a frenzy

Anyway long story short, the gang (minus rory and benny) ends up locked up in camp Half-blood for ✨ questioning ✨ and stay in a locked up room in the main house till Percy comes to drag Ethan and Erica out because Leo just woke up and apparently he's attacking people and making a mess out of everything???

Ethan SOMEHOW managed to convince Percy to take Sara with him instead ( "if you take Erica it'll just get worse, believe me" )

And oh boy the infermary looks like a war zone, Also are Leo's eyes glowing yellow??

He barely notices their entrance seeing as hes too busy trying to rip anyone who even comes clos eto shreds.The piper, who has been debriefed in the matter,nico, and will have sort of restrained him (pushed him into a corner with weapons).

And that sounds great and all but the thing is, Sara doesn't have the fake blood she usually drinks bc it's in her purse which the chb peps confiscated, so now they have no way to deal with the starving agitated fledgling

"well fuck" is the only thing she can think to say as she gets ready for a lot of struggling

They ( Sarah and Ethan) try to get the demigods to get Sarah's purse but they won't listen.

after a lot, and I mean A LOT of fighting, some (a hella lot of) begging from Ethans part and a little wake up call that ' hey somethings wrong!!!' (Leo throws Percy motherfucking Jackson into a wall with so much force it KNOCKS THE AIR OUT OF HIM) they do listen to them and from there it's a game of ' let's feed the starving fledgling without the other weird people finding just what we're giving him'

It somehow works because Sarah opens the container and Leo's head SNAPS towards the thing, they manage to get him into a 'safe' position while he rips into the (weirdly red) liquid with the desperation of a starving man.

everyone is trying to get air back into their lungs after the heart attack and proceed to glare daggers at Sara and Ethan

"okay what the actual fuck is happening!?!?"

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Natasha Cloud and Erica Wheeler 2024 WNBA Season

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I just think that Starboy Lucas

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The Thin Place - Oregon Contemporary Theatre

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the wardrobe meme, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

@rosewiltd​​​​,   what allie would wear ... 🎃 to a halloween/costume party! (corallie's version)

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Photos with Jonathan posted by stylist Erica Cloud for publicist Jenny Tversky’s birthday.

[runariya]

Another prompt: 💎🤫

Mafia JK x hitwoman employee. Set at JK's club. Hitwoman employee just finished his order to take out a rival mobster and returns to give JK the good news about her successful job. She's the best in the business so her ego is huge. He's lucky to have her. She gets horny after she kills, so they have sex on his desk in his office. Maybe she doesn't take money from him for hits, maybe she just wants him as payment, so they hook up frequently.

(mafia+smut) part of the prompt game pairing: mafia boss!Jungkook x hit woman!reader genre: mafia!AU, smut warnings: jealousy, mentions of assassination, explicit sexual content, good girl, princess, unprotected sex word count: 1.837

a/n: Erica, I'd kiss the ground you walk on for this prompt (and the others you've send lol) lysm 💕

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Jungkook can’t remember the last time he felt safe in the dark. Not that he’s scared of it; no, he’s too dangerous to feel fear, to feel any kind of vulnerability. But safe? That’s a whole different feeling he experienced as if it were the first time when he met you.

A woman so beautiful, so lethal, that even he gets weak in the knees.

A woman too precious for this world, too fragile to survive, but still you’ve risen to become the most deadly hitwoman walking through his cities and those that soon will be his.

It’s not only the rise of goosebumps on his skin but also the familiar clacking of your heels against the polished floor outside his office that alerts him to your arrival—a clear sign of your successful mission. It’s not like you’d knock; you never do, and he’d remove the door altogether if you ever hinted that pulling the handle was too much for you.

The same alluring smile graces your lips painted in red, the same glint in your eyes as you make your way to him, perching yourself right in front of him on his desk, knees bending over themselves as the slit in your tight black dress reveals the smooth skin of your leg now running alongside Jungkook’s.

Jungkook can’t help but run his knuckles up your exposed skin, cold rings gracing ever so slightly the spots he knows are your most sensitive, can’t help but drink you in, in all your glory. Still, even though he knows you’ve done a good job, he can’t help but voice the one thought that’s been clouding his mind throughout it all.

“Did he touch you?”

Your red lips stretch into a smirk he knows all too well at this point, seeing his jealousy as another payment for your duties to him. But Jungkook’s not miffed because of it; it fuels his own need to have you beneath him, showing you exactly what a good girl you were for him to remove yet another mobster in his way.

“No,” you husk, eyes flickering down to his knuckles, thighs needily rubbing together ever so subtly.

“Good girl.”

He knows you’ve just killed a man. But he’s going to be your bloody alibi, will gladly offer his own head every single time just for your pretty one to stay in place. Because, fuck, he’s never wanted anyone else the moment you entered his life. Never even thought about anyone but you.

“You gonna pay me?”

It’s innocent—innocent in the same way you present yourself—but oh so thrilling when one peeks behind the layers like he does. Jungkook would give you all his money, give you the world, but when your only accepted payment from him is himself, yeah, that’s just fantastic.

“I’ve never skipped a payment.”

“You didn’t.”

You let your legs spread to each side of him, while he’s still sitting on his office chair, now having a perfect view of your already glistening cunt.

“Didn’t wear anything underneath?”

He’s unable to hide his jealousy again, his disdain that you’ll go out like this without him around, but locking eyes with you tells him everything he needs to know. You got rid of them just for him, and him only.

Not wanting to waste any more time with meaningless chatter, Jungkook lets his fingers find their way to your clit, circling it ever so lightly and receiving the reaction he’s been craving. Your pupils, already dilated since you locked eyes with him, now blow out completely, lips parting with a soft, approving gasp.

A gasp that’s like a melody in Jungkook’s head as he stands, free hand cradling your the back of your head, connecting your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. The taste of you on his tongue is like the first hit after he’s been clean, burning his thoughts into insignificant dust until there’s nothing left but you.

When your hands find their way to his chest and neck, scratching his sensitive skin with your long black nails, Jungkook picks up the pace with his tattooed fingers, fucking into you just like you crave it. He can’t slow down, can’t pull his mouth away from yours, but eventually, you trail your lips over his jaw down to his neck, leaving a vibrant red path behind that he’ll fucking wear proudly for hours.

A groan vibrates violently in his throat and chest, as he lets you assault his neck, unbutton his shirt, lets you do whatever the fuck you want until you’re satisfied.

“I killed him for you.”

Fuck, you did. You did it for him.

“Got him out of your way. So you can have what you want.”

Jungkook just wants you. He couldn’t care less about anything or anyone else. And, fuck, he knows it’s dangerous to feel this way, but he can’t help it anymore.

“So good for me,” Jungkook moans as you’ve now freed his aching cock from his trousers, pumping him just the way he needs it.

“So good for you, Jungkook. Only you.”

It nearly tips him over the edge. He’s never heard you say that before, and he regrets not bugging his own office just so he could play this on repeat.

“Only me.”

“Only you, Jungkook.”

Losing control—that’s what you’re doing to him, and he can’t afford it, not when he knows you seek to lose it when you’re with him. So he lets his hand settle on your delicate throat, just under your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

The slight squeeze against your airways only makes you press your hips against his fingers, moving rhythmically, a sound escaping your lips that he wants to drown in forever. As his lips trail along your face, tasting the light sheen of sweat on your flushed skin, it’s everything he’s craved after days spent apart.

“I need you,” you moan, and he knows not to grant you your wish so easily. Instead, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt and slips them into his mouth, hovering over you as he sucks them clean.

“Please.” You mewl, impatient as you always are. 

“How do you want it, princess?”

Your eyes flicker with uncertainty, though he doesn’t understand why—you both know he’s never denied you. Not once.

“Raw.”

The simple word is like a blow to him. Not because he doesn’t want it, but because you’ve never let him fuck you bare before. He’s dreamed of it more times than he’d ever admit, and now that he finally has your permission, he’ll take it eagerly.

“As you wish, princess.” He leans down, lips claiming yours, angling his leaking cock just right. He slips inside with little resistance, but your trembling walls grip him so fiercely he almost loses himself in the feeling.

When your red lips fall open in a silent scream and your eyes roll back as he bottoms out, he has to force himself not to close his own eyes in ecstasy. He wants to burn this image of you, paired with the feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him, into his memory.

Jungkook starts with a desperate, unrelenting pace, knowing how you like it, how you need it. He gives you everything, wanting only to make you happy, to leave you content. Your hands find his chest, gliding up to his shoulders under his shirt, revealing more of his honeyed skin as you plant soft kisses and love bites on his collarbone. He knows by the end of the night, his skin will be painted red—the colour of you and only you. 

“So big,” you mewl, and he swears his cock swells even more with your words, each one wrapping around him, searing into his mind, destined to haunt him when you’re gone.

“You can take it, princess, can’t you?”

But you don’t answer, too consumed by him as you cling to his muscular build, burying your face in his neck. 

Jungkook trails his hands down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours and pinning them above your head. He pulls back, slamming into you harder, faster, deeper. Just needs to lock eyes with you, to see if you feel it too. Because if you don’t, it’ll ruin him.

But then he sees it—the want, the need—not just to be fucked by him, but something more. And that’s all it takes for him to aim for that spot, the one he knows will tip you over.

“Jungkook…” your voice trembles, eyes swimming with unshed tears as your cunt clamps down violently around his cock, making it hard—but not impossible—for him to keep thrusting into you.

The sensation of your bare walls, so hot and drenched, is better than he ever imagined. And when your orgasm finally crashes over you, giving him the ultimate confirmation that he’s the one bringing you this overwhelming pleasure, your juices leaking out and onto his trousers, he can’t hold back any longer.

Jungkook comes, hard—harder than he’s ever come before—releasing thick ropes of white deep inside you. Your fingers as well as his, still intertwined, are white-knuckled from how tightly you’re holding on.

But eventually, the high settles, simmering into quiet contentment, though your afterglow always manages to light up his world. He doesn’t get the chance to clean you up as he steps back, watching the cum drip from your hole, too full to contain it. You adjust your dress, close your legs, and stand up as if nothing’s changed.

He tucks his softening cock back into his boxers, fixing his clothes as well. But he avoids eye contact, not out of shame, but because he knows he needs to make a decision. Now.

You’re already walking towards the door, as usual not saying a word after the deed is done. But this time, he can’t just let you go. Not anymore.

“You forgot something.”

The sound of the drawer opening behind you makes you freeze, your hand on the door handle and your shoulders tense, something that’s never happened between you two. It’s strange.

Jungkook pulls a small object from his drawer, walking slowly around the table to stand just a few feet in front of you knowing he needs to end this, now and for all. His gaze is fixed on you, and it’s now or never.

When you finally turn around, your eyes are wide—scared, maybe even betrayed in a way he’s never seen before. But then your shoulders slump, and your expression softens. Tears well up again, but this time they’re accompanied by a smile—one so genuine and youthful, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen on your face.

Jungkook now on one knee, opens the small black box. The diamond ring inside catches the faint light, sparkling in a million hues as he asks the only question that’s ever felt like the right thing to do in his life. 

“Will you please marry me?”

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a/n 2: if you liked what you read, pls consider buying me a ☕️ ko-fi.com/runariya 💕

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New York press day for Mrs. Davis

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Roller ✨SPACE✨ Disco

16.3.2023

[maladaptivebb]

Alone time (Benny Weir x Reader, NSFW, My Babysitters A Vampire)

9pm 

Wednesday 

A school night 

Ethan was helping Rory with his chemistry homework, Sarah had picked up another babysitting gig, and Erica didn’t hang out with the two of you. Not Benny at least. His grandma was out, some magic party with other seniors from neighboring towns. You had the house all to yourself tonight, or at least until his grandma came home around 2 or 3. But that felt like forever for the two of you. You had been dying for just a prolonged moment together, no one knew, yet. 

The tv was blaring, some straight to film horror movie from the 80s. Benny only put it on as a joke but then it actually turned out pretty interesting, that was, until the thought of his mouth on yours became the only interesting thing in the whole world. An empty pizza box and half drunk cups of soda mingle on the table in front of the tv, while the two melted together on the couch. 

He was warm and soft, you hadn’t gone beyond a small make out session when you could sneak it in from all the chaos of being in this town, but tonight you two had already been tasting each other for 30 mins. 

Soft moans escaped your mouth, which only encouraged his ego to hook your leg around his waist. The movements were slow, achingly slow, but the two of you hadn’t had slow like this. You knew fast paced tongues and lip biting just so the other would have to explain themselves somehow to the rest of the gang. You knew hot breath mixing with cold air before parental figures could see the other sticking out of the window. Quick squeezes of whatever body part their hands happened to land on in between battles with ghouls. But tonight, the squeezes were soft and long, and oh did it drive you crazy.

His hands weren’t limited to over the clothes either, which didn’t stop him from having one buried in your unbuttoned jeans, gently squeezing your ass with one hand while his other was buried in your hair.

It would never escalate beyond kissing and maybe feeling each other up. But oh did both of you crave for more. Tacky screams rang through the house as the cheerleader was hunted onscreen, a loud moan escaped your mouth at the same time. Hips rocked together, first disguised as subtle repositioning, but then neither of you cared. 

There you were, dry humping on Bennys living room couch, his tongue deep in your throat. You had waited months for a moment like this with him. As the kiss got faster and more heated now that you both started grinding on each other, Benny quickly changed positions to end up on top of you. His head ducked down to nip at your neck and collarbone, you wrapped your legs around his hips, which only encouraged him to go faster.

The sounds he made were beautiful. His breath hitting your ear, slowly turning from soft moans to something more desperate. The movie kept playing, the pizza box continued to sit on the table, and Benny pushed his hips into yours on the couch. Profanities starting to leave his mouth, you had never gotten this far with each other before. With your fingers tangling into his hair, you pulled him into another slow kiss, which only slowed down your hips into a gentle pace, not ready for any of this to end. 

But that didn’t stop him from going any further, as he pulled your pants down far enough for him to stick his hand inside. Another scream from the tv covered up a loud moan. You decided to return the favor, unbuttoning his pants and gently slipping your hand in his boxers. Lips found each other again as your hands worked magic on each other. 

“Benny” 

You whispered in between kissing and he hummed in response, you were close and so was he. Hands sped up, kissing got sloppy, though not any less desperate. Another loud scream. But this time the two of you moaned loud with it. After a few more seconds of sloppy kisses, hands were back at each other’s sides, heavy breathing and clouded thoughts causing you both to take a second for some much needed air. 

The movie kept playing, somehow not over yet. Benny watched it as he fixed himself and caught his breath. He grabbed some napkins from the table, complimentary from the pizza, and offered you some as well. Once you had stood up and fixed yourself as well Benny pulled you close to him again, hand tight on your waist, making sure your body was stuck on his. He kissed you deeply, his tongue stayed in his own mouth, to tired to start anything again. 

“We should do this more” he finally said after breaking away from your lips 

You playfully scoffed “As if we ever have this much alone time on a regular basis”

“I mean we’re alone now, maybe we can uh you know..?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, earning a laugh and a small hit to the arm 

“We just did you dork, and from the looks of the sensor light your grandma installed over the garage, we have some visitors”

Benny frowned “good visitors or bad visitors?”

But before you could speak, you both heard a loud crash, Ethan immediately getting onto Rory for whatever stupid thing he thought Vampire ninja could do. 

Bennys head dropped in a sigh, he loved those two, but sometimes they could be too much. He was sure it was mutual for Ethan, maybe not Rory ever, but Ethan always let him intrude, so he let his hands leave your body before heading to the door.

You smiled and grabbed the remote, looking for something else to put on while Ethan and Rory barged in with even more pizza.