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[0oolookitsme]

Another One?

Type - A One-Shot!

Verse - Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!y/n

Word Count - 4k (she's a thick one y'all)

Warnings - A little bit of crying (subrry), cursing and well, smut.

A/N - Damn, this is the second longest smut piece I've ever written!

Kinks - Dry Humping, Mirror Sex, Mommy Kink, Over Stimulation.

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It was a formal get-together organized by a friendly colleague of Y/n's. "I've met some new professionals, and I think it's going to be helpful for the newbies to make some connections," she had told Y/n while they were having lunch together. Y/n had only appreciated her idea in response, saying that she too would love to chat with them.

When it came to the decision of a 'plus-one', everyone knew she was going to bring Harry. After all, it had almost been a year since they went public with their relationship. The party was formal, but it was held on the rooftop of a restaurant so everyone had settled on dressing up pretty casually.

Most men were seen wearing button-down shirts with pants or jeans, and women were mostly in flowy dresses. And Y/n was one of them – wearing a one piece long-maxi dress. Its sleeves came right till her elbow, the shoulders were puffed. It was plain black in colour and she had worn her platinum jewelry and white heels at the end. To match her Harry was wearing a shirt that faded from white on the top, to black at the bottom. Shedding leaves were patterned on the shirt, and he had styled it with a pair of retro-black jeans – tying the outfit together by wearing some black Converse that had white stripes on them.

She had french-twisted her bun, and Harry had his hair tousled to the side. They had left the house with Harry trying to seduce Y/n into a quickie, and Y/n sliding her hands on his chest, and leaning in to promise in his ear that she'd reward him if he'd be good for her at the party.

Both of them knew that she didn't need to tell him that – he knew his way around at any gathering. But, just out of habit, Y/n had radiated some dominance and almost called him a good boy. Which led to Harry's mind being in a frenzy all night.

They talked to people together, Harry's hand on her lower back as his thumb rubbed against her clothed-skin. As the time passed, Y/n had fled away from him and was chatting with other people while he was stuck in a group of men who he had no interest in talking with.

He was, at the end of the day, an introverted guy. Sure he walked on runways for the biggest of brands, for the millions of people to watch but he just couldn't shed down the shyness of his personality. And, y/n loved that.

He was an introvert, she was an extrovert so they balanced each other out perfectly. But a lot of the times she felt like she was leaving Harry out, abandoning him whenever they went out with many people. But Harry swore he wasn't bothered by it, well, most of the time he wasn't. But tonight wasn't like the most and he was very bothered by all of these people around him. He just wanted to be alone with his girlfriend, but he knew that she wouldn't want to leave this party due to the 'important' people that were here.

So, he excused himself out of the group chat and beelined his way to Y/n, who was clearly faking a laugh. "Hi," he mumbled as he kissed her jaw, his hand immediately sneaking around her waist. He needed to be touching her to stay calm or he would surely lose his mind by all of this overwhelmness.

"Hi," she genuinely smiled back at him, kissing his cheek in return. "Meet Harry, my boyfriend," she introduced him to the lady she was talking to. "Harry, this is Ms. Holly, an expert-tailor for Gucci," she said regarding the lady.

Holly extended her arm to shake hands with him. Harry dreaded having to touch anyone else, but out of politeness, he did. "Of course I know him!" She exclaimed and then added a brag, "the world renowned model – Harry Styles." She wasn't really exaggerating, it was true – still a blush creeped up Harry's neck as he mumbled a small 'thank you'. She turned her head at the call of her name and muttered, "it was very nice to meet you guys," with a wide smile before walking away.

Harry, on the other hand, was getting impatient. He did not want to be near anyone else but Y/n right now. "How long is it going to take?" Was the first thing Harry asked her, moving closer to her so that their bodies were touching.

"I think we'll be having dinner soon, and should leave after that. Why?" She asked him, wrapping her hand around his bicep. "Is something wrong?" She continued when his eyes flicked away from hers.

"No, everything's fine. Just wanna go home," he muttered lowly, suddenly remembering that there were people around who had caused him to straighten his back.

Y/n understood just then that he wasn't feeling it tonight. She knew it could be hard to socialize sometimes, especially as an introvert. And, over time she had realized that Harry wasn't quick to voice his discomfort in public until he was feeling too overwhelmed.

"Okay, let's just bid our goodbyes quickly," she said, kissing his temple.

Then Harry's eyes went wide. "W-what?" He stuttered. "I can wait a little longer, I know this is important for you," he assured her.

"Well, it isn't really important for me, per se. After all, this was hosted for the new employees, and I know most of these people," she said with a slight roll of her eyes.

Harry knew that if this really was important, Y/n wouldn't be this dismissive about it and ready to leave. And, while the host was a good friend of theirs and would understand, Harry still wanted to respect her and well, it was only a matter of time now.

He'll just spend it listening to people chat and laughing every once in a while. "Its only going be a little more. We've stayed for so long, might as well stay till the end," Harry shrugged.

"Are you sure? Because I'm ready to go home," Y/n told him, feeling a little unsure when he replied with a 'yes'. "Okay, but tell me when you want to leave, yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed, pecking her lips before putting on a wide grin on seeing a couple approaching them. He knew that if he were to behave good right now, he'll be rewarded for it at the end of the night, in his bedroom that he shared with Y/n.

He brushed his uneasiness under the rug right then and there, and decided that if he's going to stay for longer, he might as well make it fun.

That's when all the sneaky touches and grazes started. Brushing up against her bum, or kissing her jaw, or spreading his legs when he sat in front of her. He knew that she was catching up with him, and he loved seeing her ignore his antics and interact professionally with the people who thought licking her ass would get them somewhere.

"Don't make me take you home, Harry," she leaned in to whisper in his ear, smiling at him later to make sure that the people around didn't think they were having any issues.

It was a warning, but Harry was suddenly feeling way too confident. He proceeded to tease her throughout the night. When it did come down to dinner, he was hoping he would get her alone but Y/n invited a couple over and decided to mingle with them instead. Now, she was doing it intentionally.

If he was going to act like a brat, then he was going to be treated like one.

He kept brushing his thigh against her, kept slipping his hand way too low on her back and even kept a hand on the inside of her thigh as they chatted and ate desert.

At the end of the night, Y/n made sure to stay as long as she could. She knew it'd frustrate Harry, but that's what he gets for acting up. "Please, need you," he whispered defeatedly in her ear, again moving closer to her in a manner that their sides touched. The rebelliousness in him was gone once he wasn't in the spotlight anymore.

A smirk pulled up on her lips, as a woman walked away from her and towards the car her husband was sitting in. "Yeah, what do you need, baby? She asked him, just filling up time knowing that he wasn't going to be 'rewarded'.

"Anything. Anything from you, I promise I'll be good," he cried silently, his hold on her hand tight as they walked to their car.

"What good will be being good now? You've been nothing but a brat for most of the night," Y/n said as a matter of fact, sitting in the driver's seat of the car as Harry slipped in the passenger side, feeling dominated and fuzzy.

"But I was also good! I waited for the night to be over, and I socialized! I was good!" Harry shifted in his seat to partially face her and insisted. "I behaved well!" Frowning, he said, feeling like he was being injusticed.

Y/n shrugged again, and Harry was feeling more and more agitated. "Who are you trying to convince, baby?" She asked, looking straight ahead at the road.

"I- but I was good!" Harry whined this time, wanting some sort of acknowledgement for his good behaviour.

"Oh? So was it me who sat with my legs spread when people were watching? Or was I brushing up against you as you talked to some people who were ecstatic to be in the same room as you? Ok, wait up – was it me who had my hand on your thigh as you sat with your new colleague on a dinner table. Well, it surely was me who's hand was slipping lower and lower down your back, wasn't it?" Y/n looked away from him once she was finished, a victorious smirk on her face as finally Harry had nothing to say.

She heard him sigh and saw from the corner of her eyes as he shifted again and sat straight this time, peeping out of the window. Just because she didn't want to push him too far, she placed her hand on his thigh, rubbing her thumb against it as they drove without any more talking, with music playing on medium volume.

Harry never once looked at her again but Y/n wasn't fazed by it. She had seen him like this before, and she wasn't going to melt at this little drama and not punish him. He was going to get what he deserved, whether good or bad.

Harry felt she was being unfair – he deserved something after that long night. Yes, he didn't behave well for the whole of night, but what about the parts when he was a good boy?

Once they reached the garage, she shifted her hand from his thigh and placed it behind his seat as she backed inside once the automatic doors opened. She didn't miss the way his head turned so quickly at the loss of her touch.

"C'mon, I can't wait to get to bed." Y/n said as she got out of the car and in that moment, Harry's stomach dropped.

He trailed behind her, feeling low because she just denied touching him but somewhere inside him, something told him that it wasn't going to be this easy. He watched the sway of her bum as she climbed the stairs ahead of him, feeling painfully hard in his pants. He was sure he had a wet patch on his underwear by now.

He sat on the bed after changing and saw as Y/n paced around the room, removing her jewelry and make up or taking down her hair and changing her clothes or putting her purse away. And, Harry's pretty sure this is the longest it has ever taken Y/n to unwind.

When finally she came to the bed, Harry couldn't help but curl around her like a little puppy. He layed his head in her lap as she went through some of her mails, making circles on her thigh with his index finger.

Y/n faked a yawn above him and made sure he realized that she had put her phone away. And just when he did, he sat up straight, looking at her with pleading eyes. "Please, mommy," he whispered, his eyes glossing over. "Need you."

That's when she knew it was go time.

"Why don't you use my thigh, baby? I'm too tired tonight to give you anything more," she said as she slipped down the bed, raising her thigh up a little.

Harry only nodded frantically, getting up on his knees to unbutton his sweats. "Keep them on, don't want the bed to get dirty," he heard her say and her slight coldness was starting to get to him as he felt more and more sensitive by each second.

"Y-yes mommy," he said before putting one of his knees on the other side of her thigh, and lowering on it. The moment he felt slight pressure on his dick, he let out a whiny noise as he built a pace, going back and forth on her thigh. His head was thrown back and somewhere, he was waiting for Y/n's hands. Anywhere, he just wanted her to touch him.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw that she had picked her phone up again felt pathetic to still be grinding. But he couldn't stop himself, not when he felt so sensitive and felt like comming already. So, he used his own hands to pinch his nipples and travel on his abdomen and neck – they weren't as soft as hers but felt good nevertheless.

"Oh fuck," he breathed as his body felt hotter and his pace of rubbing increased and then broke. It was hard to keep it the same when he felt pleasure getting more intense and he kept on touching his body.

"Stop."

His hips stuttered once, but they didn't stop. "Hm- w-what?" He asked, still going.

"I said, stop. Won't say it again," Y/n said from below him, her voice stern and her phone gone.

Harry stopped, but his hips were still twitching every other second. He looked down when her hands held his hips in place, and met her furious eyes. He got off of her when she lowered her leg and watched in despair when she got off the bed.

She moved to braid her hair in front of the mirror and Harry felt like he was going to lose it. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything," Harry begged, his eyes glazed over and mind fuzzy. He was aching so badly, he just needed to release.

Y/n walked back to the bed, and offered him her hand to help him get off the bed. Her brows were raised at the corners, and her eyes had fallen into angry slits.

Harry met the floor on wobbly legs, and kept holding her hand as she took the two of them to the bathroom. He wasn't even confused, he just wanted to come.

"I'm going to punish you in front of the mirror, so you can see just how bratty and pathetic you are." Her tone was firm and slightly disapproving, as she switched on the lights.

Harry was pulsing by now, sure that he was going to burst if she even brushed against his body. "Sit." She commanded him and he slid atop the counter which had a mirror in front of it. Right now, his back was faced the mirror. "Back on that wall," Y/n ordered him again, tapping her foot impatiently as she watched him dumbly figure out the obvious position.

"Took my dumb baby too long to just sit?" She teased him, lowering her head to look at him when he looked down. "Why so shy now?" She cooed at him, raising his chin by her thumb and index finger.

"Please," he whispered again, looking at her with doe eyes and wobbly lips.

Y/n only hummed in response, brushing away the waves that had fallen and stuck on this forehead. "Begging is a good look for you," she told him, a small smile on her face as she wiped the sweat off of his skin and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I'll give you one more chance to be a good boy," she said and watched his eyes light up. "Spread your legs for me."

And Harry did, very eagerly so. He turned to look at himself in the mirror on her command and saw 'just how pathetic he looked'. His cock sat on his tummy, achingly hard – its tip an angry red and beads of precum leaking from its slit.

"See, what a mess you are and I haven't even touched you once," she bragged with a proud smirk. "Looking so fucked out already," she teased, chuckling when his cheeks turned red.

"You wanted to come, right? Think you've earned it?" She asked him, her hands behind her back. She scoffed at his silence, "sure you did."

Bending towards him, she placed her hands on his thighs. "So, you will come." She said as if she had it planned all along. And before Harry could do or feel anything else, she was spitting in her hand. "Colour?" She asked, and held his cock when he mumbled "green." She gave him a few strokes before leaning further in to press a kiss right on his slit.

He hissed at the feeling, and already started bucking into her hands. "Sit still or I will stop," he heard her say and placed his bum down again, feeling overwhelmed will all the pleasure. He felt so sensitive down there, that he was ready to come already.

Y/n wrapped her mouth around his cock, and started sucking on it. She didn't go all the way down, instead pumped the length that wasn't in the mouth, with her hand. The precum kept leaking in her mouth and she kept spurting little bits of it out, watching as it slid down his girth. She was having fun, watching as he ached to move but was wise enough to not fuck up his one chance of getting a release.

She felt his thighs start to shake and his veins grow more prominent under her hold, and knew he was going to cum.

"Fuck, fuck- m-mommy, gonna cum-" he stuttered. So she sucked just a bit harder, swept a kitten lick once more on his slit and he was shooting ropes of white cum in her mouth. And, when she backed away just after a few, some of the cum went on her chin and the rest went on her hand.

Tera were slipping down Harry's cheeks as he quivered. He felt way too sensitive now but he also felt as he was electrified. Ecstasy and bliss flowed in his body at the release and he felt like he could come again just by reminiscing on the pleasure he was feeling.

But he felt too sensitive so when he opened his eyes, and saw Y/n wipe the cum off her chin and hold it out for him to lick, he did and had her finger come out clean.

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" She praised him, wiping the tears away. A little pout formed on her lips, "came so fast – barely even touched you," she said and Harry knew the pout was to mock him.

She moved away and wiped some sweat off of her own forehead. "Think I want a taste one more time, do you think you can give it to me?"

"Too sens-sensitive, mommy," Harry whispered.

"But you wanted to come baby – you thought you'd earned it!" Y/n claimed, looking at him with a surprised expression. "I think you should come once more, after all, you were so good for me all night," she shrugged with a chuckle.

Harry felt mocked and taunted and as much as he wanted to be offended, he didn't feel so. Instead, he felt blood rush to his dick yet the tip was so sensitive that the slight breath of Y/n was making him wince.

"Gonna be your g-good boy, mommy," Harry choked out.

"Cry all you want, baby– I'm starting to think you're quite enjoying this," Y/n said with her gaze settled on Harry's hard on. "Such a brat," she teased him, looking at his flushed face.

Y/n leaned in again, this time she was kneeled on the floor as she took him in all the way. His tip went a little past the back of her throat and she gagged, before pulling him out completely.

She wiped the saliva off her chin by the back of her hand as she looked up at the way he had thrown his head back. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me," she calmly ordered him.

Still looking up at him, she took his cock in her mouth again. Now, she going all the way in with every bob of her head. Saliva mixed with his precum trickled down her chin and on the marble floor as gagging and gurgling sounds filled the bathroom.

She still hadn't looked away, her eyes had glossed over and Harry felt the knot in his belly moving lower and lower. God, she was being so messy he felt like bursting at the seams.

She backed off for a minute to breath. "What was that?" She asked him when she saw his mouth move. "Can't hear you over all the noise you're making, baby," she said, taunting him again.

"So- so good mommy," Harry heaved, his lips bitten and face looking as if it was sprayed with water.

"Aw, you're out of breath! Was that too fast baby?" She laughed, getting up on her knees again. The floor below her was a bit slippery now because of her sweat and the mess she had made. She smiled when Harry chuckled and shook his head lightly before she took him in her mouth again.

She sucked on his sensitive tip for a bit before taking him in, inch by inch with each bob of her head.

"Jusus- fuck I'm gonna come again," she heard Harry groan, and increased her pace. She reached his base, the baby hair tickling her nose as she stayed like that before backing off. She took a huge breath in before going all the way down again.

The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat again and again, and the gurgling sounds were back. Her hand crawled up his chest before she started pinching and twisting his nipple, while her other hand played with his tight balls.

"O-oh mommy! I'm cumming, I'm cum-cumming," Harry shrieked, heaving heavily and shaking before he felt himself start to release in her mouth.

Y/n though wasn't stopping which caused the cum to dribble down her chin along with her saliva. The floor below her was covered in the mess she had made and when she finally took her mouth off of him, she had completely milked him out and immediately sat back on the floor.

"Fuck, that was good," she chuckled, breathing heavily. Some of the hair strands had fallen out of her braid, and framed her face while the white t-shirt she had been wearing was drenched in sweat and her saliva, making her boobs quite visible. "Another one, baby? Think you deserve one more?" She laughed.

Harry remained limp atop the counter, heaving with his eyes closed and a small grin on his mouth. His hair was sticking on his forehead again and lips were bitten into a sharp pink colour. "Can never earn that mouth of yours," he laughed dryly, shaking his head with all his might.

[thebetawolfgirl]

Penthouse Secrets

Pairing: Timothée/Reader

Warnings: Smut. Secret relationship. Anxiety. Separation anxiety. Pining. SMUT!

A/N: I’m a bit rusty but hopefully this is good.

Penthouse Secrets

After Timothée had sent a disappointed Kylie home alone in her car he took the service elevator to the penthouse so no one would see him. He had been waiting all night during the Golden Globes to see her, he didn’t even care that he didn’t win for Wonka. He just needed to see her but because he was with Kylie and this was meant to be there, what? second public appearance together he wasn’t able to go with his beloved REAL girlfriend y/n.

And by God did he regret it, when he spotted her on the red carpet he nearly turned into a puddle right there at the entrance. She wore the dress he bought her a Gucci spaghetti strap almost backless dress covered in diamantés to make it look like it was made from starlight. With glittery silk straps going crisscross on her back. The front was a modest in design and covered her completely. With the back of the dress just stopping at the dip of her spine.

He nearly died where he stood, when he finally approached Kylie to walk together to their designated table he nearly snapped her head clean off when she asked him a question. He made sure to do his performance for the secret camera but inside his blood was like ice. She pecked his lips but he couldn’t commit to it and he knew it looked fake.

But that was then, this was now.

He reached the penthouse floor and had to physically stop himself from running to her door and knocked gently. The door swung open and he was pulled in by his shirt collar and crashed his lips against hers immediately closing the door behind him and clocking the room in darkness.

He reached out and grabbed her hips before running his fingers up the exposed skin on her sides as she tossed his jacket aside then reached for his shirt buttons as he slid her straps off her shoulders and let the dress pool at her feet leaving her only in a pair of underwear.

He broke free from her mouth for air and tossed his shirt onto a nearby chair before pulling her into his arms again and pressing her against the wall near the door before leaving light kisses along her neck and shoulder as she removed his belt.

Tossing his belt with a loud clatter he let her unbutton his pants before gently turning her to face the wall and brushing her long hair to one side continued to kiss a trail down her spine stopping briefly to nip and suck along her ribs, he dropped to his knees behind her and kept worshiping her from behind holding her hips in place against the wall before sliding her underwear down her legs hearing her breathless moans like whispers and rested his forehead against her lower back.

He leaned back on his heels once he was completely naked with her and guided her down by her hips to sit on his lap as he slid into her from behind. He had wanted to do this all night but never had the chance as Kylie wouldn’t let him leave her side and y/n was always talking to someone. At one point he saw her leave the room for the ladies and was itching to follow her into the bathroom and take her in front of the mirror. But he couldn’t. Now he was here with her at the hotel and in her penthouse and no one could separate them now.

He lifted them off the floor and onto the bed without separating their bodies and he began thrusting slowly but hard and deep into her making her gasp and lean forward, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest roughly grunting and slamming his hips into hers from behind. He didn’t want her away from him again he needed her skin against his always. They had spent too long apart from each other tonight because of Kylie and he wasn’t going to be deprived of her again.

He gripped the hair at the nape of her neck pulling her head back against his shoulder and kissed along her neck using his lips and tongue his heavy breath against her damp skin.

She leaned back against him and wrapped her arm around his neck and grabbed his hair back smiling at his breathless grunt. They fell forward against each other and y/n braced herself with her hands on the bedspread and gripped the sheets in her fists, as Timmy’s thrusts became faster and more sloppy and the sweat began to gather on his forehead and both their skin and hair.

They came together in a heap on the bed as he licked a wet trail along her ribs and nipped along her skin, gasping and panting against each other.

The bed was a rumpled mess under them and y/n’s hair was stuck against her skin as she lay on her side with Timmy behind her his face buried against her back and still buried inside her. She felt and heard him smelling her trailing his nose along her damp skin and she smiled and reached her hand behind her so she could run her fingers through his damp hair. His love language was always physical touch and tonight she could see him struggling even though she was just across the room he couldn’t come over to her because one: No one knew about them and two: He was meant to be with Jenner. So she knew tonight absolutely killed him and he had been on edge all night.

Tonight had been far too long for two people who were barely ever apart. And now proved it. He had began licking and sucking her skin along her rib cage while pressing his hips against hers to push his cum deeper inside her, she lay a bit more on her front and pressed her hand against his lower back to keep him inside her hearing him whimper against her neck and adjust to her new position and pulled some covers over them before falling asleep.

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The next morning the sun rose and y/n woke with the first light, her eyes fluttering open to face the large floor to ceiling window. She smiled and gently turned her head to see her boyfriend of four years fast asleep on his front his long curls falling into his eyes breathing gently. She turned back round about to sit up before she felt an arm shoot out and wrap around her waist and dragged her against his body.

‘No leaving.’ His voice muffled against his pillow. She smirked and lay her hand against his wrist currently around her waist and laced her fingers through his.

‘We need to eat. YOU need to eat my love.’ She turned her head slightly and pecked his lips.

He hummed against her lips until she tried to pull away again, he took her by her neck and pressed an open mouth kiss against her lips holding her in place and deepening the kiss.

She kissed him back for a bit before pulling away to his groans.

‘We need to eat. But first I will shower and you can look at this menu to see what you want.’ She sits up and passes him the menu from the bedside table before standing fully smiling at his pout as he watched her stretch.

‘Then while you shower I will order room service for us. Sound good?’

He nodded reluctantly and scanned the menu realising she wasn’t returning to bed.

She walked into the bathroom closing the door over and turned the water on letting it heat up while Timmy got up from the bed and put a towel around his waist and looked out at the view from the floor to ceiling windows. He wondered how they would get out of the hotel without being seen by the paparazzi. They weren’t ashamed to be seen together they just wanted to be together themselves for a bit longer before people found out about them. Also he was fiercely protective of y/n he didn’t want the paps or the public coming after her.

Y/n came from the bathroom in a towel and her hair damp and Timmy just stared at her from his place standing at the window, she looked up from drying her hair and smiled at him walking over to join him leaning up to peck his lips bringing him out of his trance. ‘Get your mind out of the gutter Chalamet.’

He blinked rapidly looking down at her and mumbled blushing ‘Sorry Queen. It’s just the towel and the wet hair.’

She chuckled and tossed the towel she was using to dry her hair onto the bed and sat down at the table. ‘Have you chosen what you want to eat yet?’

He nodded standing behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder. ‘Yeah I’ll have the omelette and the oatmeal and some toast.’

She smirked looking at him behind her ‘Hungry much?’ She giggled nodding. ‘Right, you go get your shower and I’ll order our breakfast.’

He nodded and grabbed another towel heading towards the bathroom as y/n called down to the kitchen and ordered their food and began getting ready for the day as she waited for the knock at the door.

When the waiter came to the door with the trolley carrying their food she called to Timmy that breakfast was here and tipped the guy and thanked him just as Timmy was coming out of the bathroom.

She lay everything on the table and sat down across from him and they ate their breakfast in companionable silence.

After breakfast they replaced the dishes onto the trolley and left it outside the door to be collected. Y/n watched Timmy as he flitted around the room looking for clothing to wear. ‘I’ve got a few of your things in the wardrobe.’ He looked up his eyebrows raising up.

‘A few of MY things? In your wardrobe? In this Penthouse?’ She nodded smiling and watched him walk quickly back into the bedroom and into the large wardrobe.

‘I’ve been looking for these pants!!’ He called from the bedroom as she giggled following the sound of him rummaging through his clothes and stood against the doorframe smiling watching him.

‘Consider it your emergency wardrobe for when we decide to stay the night here sometimes.’

He yanked open a draw and found her underwear drawer, she walked towards him smirking as he pulled out a lacy pair. She grabbed them from his fingers much to his disappointment and slammed the drawer shut. ‘Keep your nose out of my panties please Mr Chalamet.’

‘You weren’t saying that last night.’ He smirked as he pulled her close against him leaning in to kiss her gently. She hit his shoulder smiling against his lips, ‘True.’

She pulled away from him causing him to groan ‘But you’re not getting it today.’

He dropped his head against his chest and sighed before following her out to the bedroom.

‘Hey…. How do you want to leave the hotel today?’ He asked hesitantly running his fingers through his curls. She looked over at him and watched him closely.

‘Is that what was worrying you over breakfast?’ He nodded looking downwards. She sighed and walked over to him lifting his face in her hands to make him look at her ‘Hey, I’m not ashamed to be seen with you, but if you want to remain private then I respect that. We don’t need to force anything. And when we decide to go public it will be OUR decision. Not a bunch of sad old men with cameras trying to make a quick buck on the side.’ He nodded smiling and sighed relieved leaning up to peck her lips gently.

She returned his kiss before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and ran her fingers through his curls.

‘I like your hair this length. I hope you won’t need to chop it to play Dylan.’ He smiled chuckling against her collarbone and held her hips. ‘Probably will have to grow it longer or something or maybe a wear a wig.’

‘Oh I NEED to see you in a wig!’

‘The Hell you do!’ He protested making her laugh out loud and he leaned forward and bit down gently on her throat making her gasp loudly. He lifted her up by her waist letting her wrap her legs around his and her fingers gripped his shoulders as he carried her back to bed licking and nipping along her neck. They fell on the bed together with him on top as he continued moving his mouth down her neck to her collarbone her heavy breaths music to his ears as he pulled open her bathrobe exposing her chest.

She pulled him back up by his curls to drag his lips back to her open mouth and kissed him hungrily while wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him closer to her making him gasp against her mouth.

He pulled her up to sit on his lap and quickly discarded her robe as she pulled his towel away from his waist, she let her head fall back as he attacked her throat his hand resting on the back of her neck. They fell back against the headboard as she gripped his curls breathing hard as he slid into her again and began thrusting hard causing the bed frame to rock as he buried his face against her shoulder.

She held onto him digging her fingers into the skin of his shoulders as she let him take control. He dragged his hands up her back and gripped her shoulders and began slamming into her making her gasp and the headboard to bang against the wall. She ran her fingers through his hair gripping the ends squeezing her eyes shut from the force of his thrusts, she felt him let go inside her coating her insides white and came with him her skin damp with sweat causing her hair to stick to her skin breathing hard.

He went limp in her arms as he let go of her shoulders feeling his nails unstick from her flesh knowing there would be crescent moon marks on her skin. She turned her head and kissed his damp head near his hairline panting heavily trying to catch their breath.

He reached up and tiredly pecked her lips his eyes fluttering closed and rested his head against her shoulder his breathing slowing down slightly.

‘We’ll go out the front lobby. Who cares who sees us anymore.’ He mumbled sleepily snuggling against her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She smiled pulling the covers around them while he got comfortable. ‘We can leave later for lunch. For now, sleep.’

He drifted off to the sound of her heartbeat.

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Seeing that the inspiration for the new event might be a certain fashion house, I got an idea that's been making me laugh.

Vil, of course, is handling all of this like the professional model he is. He knows what he looks great in, and picks appropriate pieces.

Azul and Jamil are thoroughly enjoying their experience getting styled. Azul's already a sharp dresser, and is basking in his elevated choices. Jamil is loving getting the chance to feel spoiled, and is enjoying the opportunity to indulge himself.

And Ace is just a lil' disappointed that he doesn't get these:

... seriously. Look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a shorts-socks-and-slides kind of boy.

Oh Hi Nette!! How are you??? I read that you were sick...hope you are doing better? How are also the little kittens??

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Nette..

Netteeeeeeeeee that event thaaaat evennnnt I can't no moreeee!!

Yes...that so famous fashion house... I should have seen the hinnnt....

Because I was all time OMG NRC!Vil is wearing Guc*i!!!

Loooook here Nette!!!!

I all time wanted to talk about fashion in Twisted Wonderland and inspiration ...but well.... I am scarred people would not like it.....

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Anywayyyy!!

Haha!! Yes Vil is the pro, the icon, the moment, the Queen!!!

Azul and Jamil are truly a big surprise.... But I am not complaining since Azul has a very classic formal let's put all the best taste in the glasses fashion-sense, and Jamil....he deserves to be more spoiled ...to show us his beautifuuul hairs!!!!!

Ace is seriously the MC otome game, all time here for the best outfit xD!!! (That little, little spoiled baby bro brat)

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Nette....

Yes I am LOOKING YOU in the eyes... He definitely he's....

He brought back some at Heartslabyul dorm...

Fashion hearrrrt beaaamm attack!!

(I can't draw real pattern so let's make fake one...)

YOU MADE ME LAUGH SO HARRRRD!!

xD because I only approved socks with slippers like the Gucci socks association (wear fashion noticable sock/stocking...I mean it...it's so great)...In this kind of fashion sense..... Talk to someone who can't walk in split flip flop...

ALSOOOO PLEASEEEEE LITTLE ONE AROUND THE WORRRLLLD...

I beg you....and your feet and back too....Don't wear that except if you have specific socks with cut section.... BUT THAAAT

Cass' can't walk in that...even without socks lol, my feet runaway, slide away like butter....... If you can...You have my respect!!!

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PERIOD..... Don't......xD You will hurt your backbone (the nurse talking) more than any heels (the fashion enjoyer talking)... and....just don't...

Ask Crewel....

Maybe don't ask him actually....

Haha again thanks Nette, it was a good laugh and a funny good headcanonnnn!!!!

Take care!!!!

[bambyyves]

LUXURY AND STATUS SYMBOLS THINK PIECE

lately I've been thinking about how people in fashion have been exhausted with the trend of logomania, and how luxury fashion consumers are partaking less and less in logo culture. people are ditching red bottoms for manolos and items like louis vuitton neverfull monogram hand bags and obnoxiously large gucci belts are being seen as tacky and tasteless in the eyes of fashion critics. even though for the general public theyre still seen as luxury status symbols.

Stuff like this interests me, how fashion criticism is almost the complete opposite of how general everyday people think about fashion. And with the rise of "my fashion nos" slideshows made by teenagers online on tiktok kinda shows this disconnect with fashion editors and the general public. while a balenciaga runway piece that reflects demna gvasalia's upbringing in war torn georgia is seen as genius by fashion editors, is seen as ugly and waste of money by the everyday person. This goes into my thoughts on the idea of using luxury status symbols as a subversive meta commentary of the fashion industry.

When you think of something like a red bottom you think of luxury and class and having alot of money. and people strive for the status of a very rich bitch who wears $4,000 shoes everyday to get an erewhon smoothies. and the way normal working class people get this status is by faking this luxury. painting their $15 target black stiletto's soles red. getting fake birkins to recreate the status on a budget. Getting tacky wall art with name brand designers printed on them at marshalls to achive this false sense of luxury.

And i think alot about translating this feeling of false luxury and putting it in high fashion. wearing obnoxious brand logos on plastic jewelry as an aesthetic. shitty bright yellow versace medusa necklaces, cracked red bottoms because they were painted with dollar tree nail polish as a chic ode to the people who dream of owning a real pair of louboutins. I just love the aesthetic of fake chanel logos, those chanel logo fluffy slides that remind me of something you could purchase at santee alley that retail for $1.8k.

Making chanel look cheap and sleazy is apart of the aesthetic right now. it harkens back to the days of dripping chanel logo necklaces that were big in the hipster indie sleaze scene. And i feel like this is the next evolution of fashion of going into this phase of being messy and gross with luxury items, styling runway pieces in unflattering trashy ways, fake birkins are the future of fashion!!!!!!!

This can also relate to the rise of dupe culture and how its become more normalized to buy counterfeit or duped items. its more normal to buy a fake gucci marmont than its ever been before. snobby fashionistas look down upon people who do stuff like this. and obviously the counterfeit market is very unsafe and unethical to buy from. but most of the general public doesnt really care about that, because luxury is so inaccessible to them that is more respected to own fake designer.

but yeah thats just my thoughts on general public's relationship with fashion and how it can be used as a subversive commentary on how status is viewed in society!!!!!!!

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I mean...I don’t think “choke” might’ve been the best word for Don to use...👀

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missing high school sweethearts y/n and harry 🤧

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HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS MASTERLIST

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stylesnews Y/N IS POSSIBLY PREGNANT! via @/deuxmoi today

view all comments harryfan3 i will cry

y/nfan5 THEY DESERVE TO HAVE A BABY OMG

harryfan7 right, they’ve been together forever 😭😭

y/nfan9 "former band member" don’t remind me

harryfan6 these are such fake rumors

y/nfan8 we haven’t seen y/n in literal months…she probably is pregnant

harryfan10 at least we’re getting dilf harry, amen 🙏

y/nfan13 well we all expected it

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hsupdates #RUMOR — after many sightings of y/n pregnant, her and harry may have a child on the way.

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harryfan15 i am praying, please 🙏🙏

y/nfan17 IF THIS IS TRUE I WILL HAVE HAVE A BREAKDOWN

harryfan12 aren’t we all

y/nfan16 at coachella she was wearing baggy clothes…100% she’s pregnant

harryfan18 i love the way they call her y/n styles

y/nfan20 sliding down the wall

harryfan22 is that why she didn’t go to coachella

y/nfan19 she did go! security didn’t let people take photos of her (per harry’s request)

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y/nflorals Y/N OUT ON A WALK IN LONDON TODAY WITH HARRY!

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harryfan28 crying in the club

y/nfan26 love how they cropped out harry 🤭

harryfan25 Y/N IS WEARING HARRY’S CROSS NECKLACE 🫶

y/nfan24 I’M SHAKING

harryfan27 just realizing the child is going to be a nepo baby…

y/nfan29 oh my god….😭😭

harryfan31 a moment in history

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harrystyles Can’t wait to meet you.

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y/nfan30 THIS IS SO CUTE

harryfan32 harry styles is having a child…i am not prepared

yourinstagram your child can’t wait to meet you too, they keep on kicking me.

harrystyles You are such a perfect mother already. I love youuu

y/nfan34 this will keep me up at night 😭

gemmastyles I AM SO HAPPY I’M FINALLY BECOMING AN AUNT!!!

harryfan36 her ring 🥹

harry_lambert screaming

y/nfan38 y/n bagged harry and didn’t look back

harryfan35 as she should

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yourinstagram everybody leave me alone. i’ve had a busy day being pregnant and i have to do it again tomorrow.

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jefezoff best excuse ever.

alexademie ALREADY A MILF 💖

harrystyles So excited.

yourinstagram i can tell. you were swinging your legs back and forth as you typed that.

harrystyles Hey, don’t expose me like that.

zendaya i love this so much

yoursister my friends in there 🥰

pillowpersonpp welcome to the club!!!

harris_reed HAVE A BUNCH OF OUTFITS MADE FOR THEM

annetwist can’t wait to see you tomorrow darling

florencepugh I CRIED AND I WILL CRY AGAIN

alessandro_michele already has gucci campaign’s waiting for them

EXTRAS 💓💖💘💞

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niallhoran Took this photo of Y/N about a decade ago which is insane. Now she and Harry have a baby on the way. Couldn’t be more happier! ❤️

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y/nfan40 oh my god 😭😭

harryfan42 "took this photo of y/n about a decade ago" time passed by that fast

yourinstagram i love you so much blondie!

niallhoran Going back to blonde just for you.

harrystyles Mate you know she will force you to do it for real.

y/nfan45 SCREAMING WTF

harryfan47 i love this so much 🥺

ashemusic THIS MADE MY WHOLE YEAR

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louist91 So happy for you Y/N! Still remember when you and your little sister came to tour the world with us. One of the best years ever. Congrats xx.

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harryfan41 Y/N AND HER SISTER LOOK SO YOUNG

y/nfan48 this photo is so iconic

yourinstagram holy shit, i look like a fetus

yoursister imagine how i feel

harrystyles Oops I forgot I took that photo. Sorryy.

yoursister accidentally gonna "leak" a photo of you. sorry.

emmachamberlain i wanted to be them.

harryfan49 an era to remember 🙏

y/nfan43 had all the fans in shambles when y/n walked out of that tour bus wearing harry’s shirt

harryfan44 twitter had a field day with that one

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zayn Y/N, I am truly so ecstatic that you’re finally gonna become a mother! Just yesterday you and the boys were running around backstage giving Paul trouble.

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harryfan46 y/n is collecting the one direction boys like infinity stones

y/nfan50 i love all the posts of y/n so much 😭

yourinstagram thanks for reminding me to send paul a postcard

zayn He will definitely send it back.

harryfan52 I TOTALLY FORGOT Y/N WAS IN THE 1D DOCUMENTARY OMG…GONNA WATCH IT

harrystyles When she still had a baby face.

y/nfan54 oh to have harry styles as your husband and the father of your child

niallhoran Missing Paul hours.

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liampayne And now they’re parents.

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harryfan51 they were so young 😭

y/nfan53 this is my new lock screen

yourinstagram harry’s hair

harrystyles Oh lord.

harryfan55 i love the way y/n’s pregnancy gives everyone one direction content

oliviarodrigo this photo gives me life….i am for sure hanging it up in my wall

y/nfan57 the content we are getting 🙏🙏

taylorswift true love right there

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2.0 BAYBEY

[evoilvx]

Part 2. If the RE8 ladies were properly introduced to modern society these are the things I think they would hate

I did this really late at night, so apologies if there are any mistakes!

Alcina:

Fake nails. Who puts something on their fingers that can be so easily broken? You can't slash people if something just snaps off in the middle of the fight

Latex gloves

Computer mice

Chopsticks

TV remotes

Modern doors

Vapes. She loves smoking but she wouldn't go out of her way to buy something that just creates smoke in her face and has a rancid taste, and the vape burn just isn't pleasing in general nor the same as her usual ones(to her at least)

Normal keyboards. She starts typing and all the keys start flying off???

Hangars. Don't get her wrong, she likes the idea but they always just snap into two pieces in front of her face

Helicopters and airplanes. These things are obnoxiously loud, blows her hair and hat around, don't look nice, takes up too much space for something like.. that and couldn't even keep up with her if she started flying? What's the point, she can't even fit inside (Normal people use these things Alcina...)

Every single modern brand shoe

Ads, for anything. She doesn't have the time to sit through those types of things

Fake fireplaces

Fake anything. Ex. fruits, decoration, props, things that look like they work but actually do not

Wired headphones

Baseball caps. She prefers her own hat, thank you very much.

Siri

Hard drives, she keeps losing them

Airpods, for the same reason as hard drives, and because they don't fit

Motion activated lights

Extension cords

Modern slang, what the hell is a WAP

Bela:

Ads, like Alcina. She asks her mother to buy her youtube premium and all that to get rid of them

Cheese graters

Mayonnaise

Converse shoes

Samsung

Unicycles

Bicycles

Anything with the word 'cycle' in it that isn't the spin cycle on a washing mashing

Cotton candy, she hates the way it makes her teeth feel after

Curtains that aren't black out curtains, why would you buy something that doesn't do its job (blocking out light)

Holograms

Fireworks

Cheap skin care products

Cheetos

Greek yogurt

Mopeds

Pogo sticks

The eye test where they blow a sharp gust of air into your eye

Showers with no tub. Who are you and what did you do with my bath tub????

Animal print clothing

Extremely fragmented perfumes, soaps, dish soaps, etc etc

Cliche love tropes, she's tired of seeing the same thing over and over

Cassandra:

Training dummies, she wants the real thing

Mustard

Ads

Calendars

Sidewalks, everybody is always in her way

Stop signs

Brochures

Trucks

Helium balloons

Dictionaries

Those coin pusher machine games

Egg cartons???

Hair dressers. Why is a stranger holding a sharp object next to her face

Revolving doors

The gym, it just makes her want to fight everybody. She'd rather work out at home

Instagram

Heels from Gucci

Metal lamp posts that are below 10 ft tall, she wants to fight it

Doctors visits

Yoyos

Hot dog buns

Highways

Murder mysteries, she could do so much better than that

Legos. She's absolutely tired of stepping on them

Daniela:

Airport conveyor belts

See through doors

Milk

Ads

Slide shows

Sporks, just choose one you can't have both

Goggles, then she REALLY feels like a fly

Censoring "Just say F*CK why can't you say F*CK!" (lol)

Bug spray

Toffee candies

Baby wipes, she hates the smell

Garbage trucks

Fake cabinets and drawers, she's ripped off a few handles since she didn't know they were just for show

Romance books that don't end with a happy ever after

The default iPhone alarm tune, it makes her feel homicidal

Youtube tutorials

Any chair that doesn't spin, she sat in one spinny chair and decided every other chair wasn't worthy

Captain America

Canned goods

Styrofoam (she loves styrofoam peanuts though)

Foldable tables

Glasses, they just get in the way of everything

Sunscreen

Ketchup

Fake plants, she tried chewing on one once and it was just a bad experience for her

Peanut butter

Tacos

Donna:

Commercials

Animal plushies that fall apart too easily

Too many shoe laces on a single shoe

Wired headphones, she keeps getting tangled

Off brand legos, they keep falling apart since they aren't made well. It makes her sad

Tape, specifically double sided tape

Fake plants

Narrow doorframes, they seem to just be getting slimmer every year

Plane jets

Online links that don't work.. then why is it there???

Fake cabinets and drawers

Laffy taffy

The idea that you have to throw a piece of pasta on the wall and if it sticks its cooked???

Why are people breaking pasta in half?

Slippers

Concerts

Juul pods

Animals dying in movies (she cries every time)

High school love story shows

Converse and Nike shoes

Modern interpretation of mythology and the "villains"

Captain America. (Daniela gave her a presentation on why she shouldn't like him)

Pesticide. She got a job done once for roaches and it killed all her plants (Moreau recommended it; he apologized)

Jaw breakers

The rainbow swirl lollipops

Hand air driers in public bathrooms

Sporks

Newspapers, she likes modern magazines now

Mother Miranda:

Extremely clear glass windows/doors... for.. reasons.

Glass.

Really. Clean. Glass.

Did I mention crystal clear glass?

Push/pull doors with no indication of which way it swings

Non-tinted windows

Sunglasses, she feels ridiculous

Skimpy swimsuits, she's not getting in that

Phone call ring tones, alarms, anything type of sound that a phone might make (she likes having a phone, just not the sounds that come with it)

Solid color salt and pepper shaker bottles with no labels

Velcros

Styrofoam

Plastic water bottles

Lawn mowers, she would stare outside her window every single morning, watching as people mow their lawns (that is, if she obviously doesn't live in a secluded home.. but details details..)

Leaf blowers

Nerf guns, Alcina's daughters keep pelting her with them

Doctors

Dentists, why would your fingers be in her mouth

Small mousepads

Small screens

Any modern brand shoe

Wired things, she has no time to worry about cables and all that

Heavily scented lotions (Forever 21, Bath & Body Works, Victoria's Secret), she wants her hands to be moisturized, not smell like an entire flower garden

Things that just don't have a label in general, she can't live with just a random blue bag filled with unknown contents, even if its just coffee grounds

Uber eats

Super. Clear. Windows.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

what shoes the brothers would wear

-> side characters here

a/n: I have to wait two weeks for my exam results, I am too lazy to do work and I have an unhealthy shoe addiction. Put 'em together and you get this. This is just for fun and my opinion/hcs, so please don't take it seriously. Also, I didn't really look closely at their canon shoes for this, I feel like that must be said. In this post, I will be roasting some shoes. Again, this is just my opinion and it's totally okay if you do like them.

I own none of the images used, I just put them together with an editing app.

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Lucifer

mostly formal shoes, one pair of oxfords and a pair of loafers

he also has this ancient pair of high-top dress shoes he rarely wears anymore

honestly doesn't own many shoes, but the ones he does own are made of high-quality material so they can last long

not much else to say

Mammon

the closest thing to a formal shoe he owns are combat boots

he owns a pair of fake jordans, but tells everyone they are the real, expensive thing and will argue with whoever claims they are fakes

also for some reason I see him wearing vans, but not the ordinary black ones

gucci slides, he brought the real ones but lost them so he went on akuzon and got dupes but the second the dupes arrived he found the real ones again, so mammon decided to throw the fakes out but he made a mistake and threw one fake and one real one away

Leviathan

I'm so sorry, levi stans

he buys 99% of shoes on akuzon, so when he bought the jordans for 20 grimm, he still thinks they're the real deal

levi owns a pair of those water shoes for some reason, and proudly wears them in a jacuzzi

he also thinks the water shoes count as formal wear

he owns flip flops in multiple colors and wears them when it is hot, with gym shorts.

Satan

look me in the eye and tell me satan doesn't wear converse

he has this pair of old hiking boots but he replaced them with timbs after the sole fell off

he owns a pair of formal dress shoes but they look like the love child of clown and bowling shoes

he, like lucifer, doesn't own many pairs as he spends his money on books

Asmodeus

I feel like asmo isn't somebody who would buy something a lot of others own too (like white air forces) but he still needs a pretty sneaker, so he got these fancy black and white ones

asmo surely owns a pair of heels, and they are beautiful (btw if anyone knows where to find those heels, or a look-alike in a US6/UK4/EU37, please let me know, I'm too lazy to diy them UPDATE: I found them, thanks anon in my asks)

he also owns a pair of over-the-top platforms, mostly for photoshoots

asmo also owns some oxfords he got for special occasions, but rarely wears them as he goes for the heels instead, unless he's gonna have to walk a lot

he has a lot of other shoes too

Beelzebub

footwear isn't his priority

he has two sneakers: one for everyday wear and one for sports, but sometimes he mixes them up

beel also owns teva knock-offs he got in the discount bin at the dollar store and I feel like he'd wear them with socks

sometimes steals mammon's gucci slides when he quickly wants to buy food

Belphegor

I know almost for sure he is a dr martens owner

but, he heard the breaking-in horror stories and decided to buy second hand ones to skip the step

belphie also owns the bunny slippers mc got for him, he claimed they are dumb but is afraid to wear and accidentally ruin them

also got a pair of regular slides for ease purposes

[ryuto12]

RWBY Roombas.

Random idea.

JNPR is the kinda team to paint lightning bolts on their Roomba, attach googly eyes, and give it a little shield and butter knife.

RWBY attaches four large steak knives on each side of it to ensure everyone would pick up their feet on the couch. Has a little Faunus rights symbol on the top.

CFVY's Roomba has scissors that snip your ankles if you walk anywhere near, and a small brail reading that was just Fox naming it Bitch after it cut his foot. Coco drew a Remnant equivalent of a Gucci logo on the side.

CRDL draws fake blood to scare other Roombas.

SSSN turned their Roomba into a Grimm, attaching spikes, knives, hair spray, and a lighter for maximum efficiency.

ABRN's Roomba is not armed, but has skater stickers and prayer beads with it at all times. It prays for other Roombas.

FNKI attaches a trumpet, flute, and tiny drums that are on a set loop to play one song as it cleans. Don't mind the switchblade, that's just security.

BRNZ's has seven Roomba's they impulsively send out whenever someone tries to enter their dorm. No weapons, no cosmetics, but you'll have a hard time getting around seven flying ground saucers.

Mercury and Neo modified ten Roombas with knives and make-shift flamethrowers to go around the dorm. They name the flamethrowers Cinder and modify four more with steak knives with notes asking for your money or your ankles, named Emerald.

Salem has four hundred Roombas floating around the castle that she's Magically modified to fly, shoot the elements and explode on impact with the Human body. Don't explode on impact with Faunus though, as Tyrian will impulsively pounce on them.

Glynda has four Roombas that slide around the room, one armed to explode if it comes into contact with Aura, except no one knows which one it is so all students lift their feet. None of them actually explode, but no ones ever bumped one to find out.

[readerstories]

Tie Reveal - Aaron Hotchner x male!reader

What is it with me and turning short and sweet ideas into long one shots? Yeah so anyway, enjoy (AO3)

Warnings/tags: relationship rreveal, fluff and humor, light angst

Wordcount: 2837

Summary: You come into work wearing the wrong tie

You hate rushing in the morning, preferring to start your day in a calm and relaxed manner. That’s not on the table for today however, as you and Aaron both rush to get dressed.

“You’re going to be late.” You say as you button your shirt, glad you had had the forethought to grab on from your to go bag, as not wake any suspicion or teasing from the team. Aaron glances at the clock as he puts his shoes on.

“It’s still before the time you usually get in.”

“Yeah, but not for you.” You pick up your ties from the floor, giving Aaron’s to him. You’re quick to put yours on, Aaron mirroring you.

“I’ll just say that I got a flat tire.” You nod, stealing a quick kiss from him as you grab your jacket on the way out.

“Okay, see you at work!” You’re out the door before he can respond, making your way quickly down, not even bothering with the elevator in your haste to get to your car.

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You make it to work on time, only a few minutes later than usual, but that can be blamed on the fresh coffee in your hand from the coffee shop down the street.

As the elevator plings to announce your arrival on the right floor, you’re met by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan standing right outside, groaning as they spot you.

“Well, good morning to you guys too.” You say with a confused look at them all as you step out.

“It’s not you, we’re just just waiting for Hotch.” Garcia explains and you raise a brow, faking confusion.

“Hotch? Isn’t he here already?”

“No, so I got worried, so I checked his phone and it was pinging on the road just outside his apartment building, which is weird cause he’s normally the first one here-”

“Are you even supposed or allowed to do that outside of a case or emergency?” Garcia hesitates, and you huff and shake your head at them.

“Well, I’m going to go and start work, like you all should.” You leave the team as they go back to watching the elevator doors, quickly shooting off a text to Hotch to let him know that the flat tire excuse won’t work.

A few minutes later you hear a happy Garcia shout Hotch’s name and seconds later he comes in through the glass doors, followed by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan.

“Guys, I’m fine, I just slept trough my alarm this morning.”

“But you never do that.” Garcia responds, hot on his heels.

“So what’s her name?” Morgan quips, Hotch stops in his tracks to give him a withering glare before resuming his path to his office.

“Ohhh, lover boy!” Morgan teases at Hotch’s back.

“Remember we got a briefing in ten minutes sir!” Garcia yells after him before the door to his office is closed behind him. You hide your smile behind your coffee, trying not to bring much attention to yourself. Garcia leaves to prepare a few last things for the briefing, but Reid and Morgan linger next to your desk, still standing.

“Do you really think that’s what made him late?” Reid asks.

“Come on, that man never misses anything and sleeps light, and Jack is away for a week, so what else could it be?” Morgan glances at you. “What do you think?” You take a sip of your coffee, pretending to think.

“Maybe, or maybe he is telling the truth. The man is only human, and with the amount of hours he spends in the office he might actually just have slept trough his alarm.” Morgan nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.

You all make your way into the meeting room. You sit down in the chair next to a standing Garcia as you often do, Reid, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi joining you around the table, Hotch striding in as usual a few minutes later.

“Garcia, please begin.” He stays on his feet, ready to go as soon as he can.

“Look to the screen my mighty crime fighters, because today you’re goi-”

“You’ve switched ties.” Reid cuts Garcia off mid-sentence, making everyone look at Reid, wondering what in the world he is talking about. He points at you.

“You and Hotch, you’ve switched.” Both of you look down, then at each other as the team looks between the two of you. Shit, he’s right.

“When you came in I saw your tie was the same as Hotch wore yesterday, a grey tie with a Gucci pattern. I just thought you had bought the same one, since you both have a similar taste in ties, but Hotch got the same as you wore yesterday, a grey tie with stripes, which still has the small coffee stain from when you spilled some yesterday.” Hotch frowns as lifts up the tie to inspect it, and yes, there’s indeed a small, barely noticeable speck of coffee about halfway up the tie he is wearing. No one says anything for a few seconds, you yourself have turned into a statue, neutral expression on your face. Hotch is much the same, everyone else looking between you two. Garcia is the first one to break the silence, squealing with glee.

“Omg, omg, guys!” She yells as she hugs you from behind, the angle a little awkward with how she leaning over your sitting form. You’re not stone anymore, but you don’t return the hug before she lets you go. Morgan and JJ are both grinning, Rossi is looking at Hotch with smile, Reid is trying not to do the same at you while you glare daggers at him. Hotch sighs.

“Garcia...” His tone is chastising, reminding everyone that there is something else to focus on, which seems to snap her back to work mode. Sort of.

“Right, right, case, lets just brush past that revelation about two of my best friends, so, uhhh, where were we? Or right! Today you’re going to-” She begins to explain the case, both you and Hotch get a few more glances before everyone turns their focus on the case.

----

On the jet you think you’re in the clear, until Rossie settles in the seat next to you. Which is odd, because you’re the only two on the jet so far, and he usually doesn’t sit next to you.

“So you and Hotch huh?” You pretend to read over the case files in front of you, and Rossi chuckles.

“You know, none of us expected a thing. Well done on hiding it from a group of profilers I must say.”

“Rossi, there’s nothing-”

“There’s nothing?” He’s grinning, clearly teasing as he looks down to your tie and taps it with a finger. “Something tells me otherwise.” You sigh, but are saved from answering by the rest of the team joining you on the jet. Everybody buckles down for take off, and not long after you’re in the air, and then all the attention is on the case.

For a little while at least.

You can tell they want to talk about it, but the case keeps everyone occupied, so there’s nothing else before JJ comes back from the hotel with the room cards. Everyone is spread around doing different tasks, so she finds you alone in the conference room the team had been given. You’re reading trough the victims files for some more specifics on victimology when she places a keycard on the table in front of you. You look up, startled as you hadn’t even noticed her entering the room.

“You’ve seen Hotch?” She asks and you furrow a brow.

“I think he’s talking to the police chief in his office, why?”

“His key card, but you can just give it to him when you see him, since you’re sharing a room.”

“I thought we were past the budget cuts-”

“Oh we are, but Garcia made some changes to the booking after this mornings briefing sooo....” JJ grins and you sigh, rubbing your forehead. There’s silence and no movement for a few seconds, then there’s a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you know we will always support you guys right?” You sigh heavily, resting your own hand on top of JJ’s, looking up at her.

“I know, it’s just... It wasn’t revealed in the best way.” She grimaces.

“Yeah.” She looks uncertain how to respond, but seems to go for light, which you are grateful for. “But I’m surprised none of us caught on until then, it has been going on for at least a couple of months right?” You try to hide your grin as you pretend to go back to reading the files.

“Well, I’m not a ‘kiss and tell’ kinda guy, but it’s a bit more than a couple months.” JJ laughs and pats your shoulder before leaving the room.

You find Hotch not long after, and when you tell him the whole situation around the shared room, he sighs too, but mostly in a ‘oh what can you do’ kind of way, seemingly mostly resigned to everyone knowing now.

Even with sharing the same room and not needing to hide anything from the team, you go back to the hotel without him. The man is a workaholic, and you want a shower and some sleep, but he promises to join you soon. Instead you end up sharing a car with Reid and Morgan, neither of which say anything in the car, but while you’re waiting for the elevator, all bets seems to be off.

“So, you and the bossman huh?” Morgan teases with a grin as you do your best to ignore him, watching the numbers on the display tick down. The elevator door opens and you quickly step inside, hoping to leave them both behind. But alas, no such luck, as they step inside and Reid presses the button to the floor above yours.

“You know, work place relationships aren’t actually that uncommon. Did you know-” Here you tune him out, once again watching the numbers off the elevator. Normally you like when Reid goes on a tangent, but now, not so much.

“Reid, I will strangle you with my tie to shut you up if I have to.”

“Don’t you mean Hotch’s tie?” The grin on his face is shit-eating, which is rare from Spencer, and Morgan laughs loudly. The combination of it makes you curse under your breath as the doors finally open to your floor. You don’t bother saying goodbye, just going straight down the hall towards the door with your room number on it. Sliding the keycard in, it opens with a click. You drop your bag on the floor as soon as the door shuts behind you, and you switch on the lights.

You can’t help it.

You laugh as you take in the big room in front of you.

Or rather, the suite.

The honeymoon suite by the looks of it. Red and white decor, candles, big bed, nicely decorated with towels shaped like a heart, and some champagne in an ice-bucket on the desk in the room. There’s a small white card right next to the champagne, which you quickly read. ‘Have fun ;) -G’. You snort at it, that woman is a menace. (But also very nice, but you do shoot her text to warn her that she should sleep with one eye open. The only response you get is a winking emoji).

A surprisingly short time later you hear the door to the suite unlock, alerting you to Aaron’s arrival where you just stepped out of the shower. He calls your name in a questioning tone, you’re quick to respond as you wrap a towel around your mostly dry form.

“In here, one sec.” You step out of the bathroom, Aaron’s attention going straight to you before pointedly looking around the room. You lean on the door frame of the bathroom.

“Garcia.” You offer as an explanation.

“Ah.” He accepts, looking around once more. “This is going to be a fun expense report.” You snort at that, pushing yourself of the door frame and walking over to him. Putting your arms around his neck, you pull him close for a kiss.

“Certainly, but let us enjoy it for now, I’m sure Garcia has an explanation locked and ready for the report when we need it.” Aaron tries not to smile at that, but is halfway to failing when you catch his lips in a kiss.

----

The next time your relationship is brought up is on the jet back when the case ends well a few days later. Everyone have found their way to pass the time as usual. Reid and Rossi are playing chess in the one of two seaters, Morgan is half asleep, JJ is typing away on her phone next to him, across from them in the aisle seat is Hotch who has started on more paper work already, and you’re laying down on the couch across from them reading a book.

Everybody is in their own little bubble, that’s until Rossi is standing in the aisle and clearing his throat. Everyone looks at him, even Derek who JJ jostles awake with an elbow. Rossi got a bottle of expensive looking whiskey in one hand, several glasses in the other.

“I believe a little celebration is in order.” He starts handing out glasses, you sit up and close your book as you accept yours, just as Garcia pops up on the screen over the couch.

“What for?” You ask, genuinely curious, giving Garcia a look trough the screen, a very grinning and happy looking Garcia.

“Well, the case went well, we saved several people, and ah yes, your not so secret relationship anymore.”

“Rossi-” You and Hotch try to say something at the same time, but Rossi doesn’t let either of you speak another word.

“Oh no no no, neither of you get to Rossi me. Just shut up and listen okay?” He pours a hefty helping of whiskey in everyone’s glass as he speaks, even Garcia got a glass back home somehow, no doubt filled with something similar.

“We just want you both to know that we are very happy for you, both of you. And though the way us knowing came about wasn’t ideal, we will always support and be there for you.” You and Hotch look around at your team, noting the happy faces watching you before making brief eye contact.

“I want you all to know that nothing in this team changes with this, we’re still going to work together and remain professional while on the clock. There will be no preferential treatment here.”

“What he said.” You incline your head towards Hotch as you look around the jet once more.

“Aaron, we know that. Like I said, we just want you both to be happy.” Rossi says, soft smile on his face. You raise your glass, trying to pretend that the slight sting you can feel in your eyes is just tiredness.

“Cheers to that.” Everyone joins in, clinking their glasses together in loud celebration and happy voices, Garcia cheering with her glass against the camera lens back home. Everyone takes a sip of the whiskey, several mentioning the smooth burn of it.

“So, how long have you two love birds been together?” Morgan eyes flicker between you and Aaron.

“See, that right there Morgan is the million dollar question.” Rossi points between you both. “Come on, out with it.” You grin, trying and failing to hide your grin behind taking another sip of the whiskey, Aaron doing the same.

“Do you want to tell them or should I?” You ask, getting up to lean on the chair Aaron is sitting in. He looks up at you, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.

“I think you should.”

“Okay.” You say with a shrug, looking at all of the team before settling your gaze on Spencer. “Remember the strangulation serial killer we caught in LA earlier this year?”

“We caught him and finished that case 6 months, 11 days, and 9 hours ago.” Spencer helpfully supplies.

Then it dawns on them all what that means.

Yells of surprise from everyone, and this time neither you or Aaron try to hide your matching grins. Rossi is laughing loudly while slapping his knee, Reid seems to have lost his composure, mumbling that he should have seen something sooner, Garcia is speechless for perhaps the first time since you have known her, Morgan looks frozen in shock, and JJ is trying to hide her laughter behind her hand.

“6 months? How even?!” Morgan exclaims. You shrug, your grin shit-eating by now.

“What can I say, we’re good profilers and now how to hide our tells.” You glance at Aaron and squeezes his shoulder, who in return brings your hand to his lips for a brief kiss on your knuckles. Garcia squeals from her screen, gushing over how cute the two of you are as you smile and laugh in response.

[teenagewitchbitch]

I’ve purchased a few different things because Harry owns them or they’re similar to what he has but now I’m concerned on why i let him have so much influence over my life (wallet) lmao

[hslotharrie]

Valentine’s day (eve)

summary: domestic pre valentine’s day life with harry.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none! harry being cute. not much plot. not proof read? when do i ever proof read?

inspired by this ask

When you wake, the sun is shooting it's rays through the gaps in the blinds over your bedroom windows, illuminating the space in hazy golden streaks. Your legs are tangled, but warm, in blankets that are only half on top of the bed thanks to yours' and Harry's admittedly wild sleeping habits.

As your eyes adjust and you reach out to stretch, you notice harry isn't in his place beside you. You frown, wishing he would relax on his days off, but he's always been such a morning person.

You could never.

Valentine's day is tomorrow, and your cheeks heat up with excitement for the gifts you'd got him. You stretch an arm to your night stand, slipping your hand inside the first drawer and reaching for the little black box containing two gucci rings.

The sound of Harry's feet climbing the stairs makes you quickly close the box and slide it to the back of the drawer, though you can't wipe the excited smile off of your face before he's nudging the door open. Two steamy mugs of coffee occupy his hands as he slowly waddles into the room. When he looks up, your smile brings a smile of his own.

"What's got m'girl so happy this early?" he quizzes, setting the mug lightly onto your table and bending  to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Just you," you cover.

"S'it because I brought coffee? Or do y'love me?" Harry jokes, stepping across the room to peer out the windows through the sun's fiery rays.

"Of course the coffee helps" you purr. He fakes offence.

You watch him squint out the window, studying the streets and taking in the warm sunlight. He's wearing a baggy-ish pair of tie dye sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt that hangs just close enough that you can see the curve of his lower back. Distinctly Harry.

You get lost in the sight of him. The messy morning curls in his hair, the way the light from the window contoured each little curve and bend of his body, the pretty green in his eyes that the sun only magnified. You miss seeing him like this when he's away. Home Harry is the best Harry; all yours.

His phone dings and he announces 'its Mitch!', opening his phone and turning it in your direction for you to see a selfie of him and Sarah with a thumbs up. Little does Harry know, you'd told them about the rings and the selfie was really secret code for 'he's going to love them!'.

If he only knew.

You smile wide, placing your coffee on the night stand and holding two thumbs up when harry returns the selfie, holding back a mischievous giggle. Harry sends it, then neglects his phone and returns his attention to you. He lays (not so gracefully) on the bed, resting the back of his head on your blanket-covered lap. Looking up at you, he adores your own features the same way you were eyeing his earlier.

You bring your fingers to trace along his face, scratching lightly at the stubble on his chin, soothing up along his cheekbones and running them along his eyebrows. His eyelids flutter closed and you can't help but to brush your thumbs gently along his eyelashes. Harry has a soft, blissful smile on his lips.

You both love days like these, it's almost a treat when you can both just relax alone together. Harry’s guilt does come through though, his busy schedule often keeping him from you, but you assure him you knew what you signed up for and that you love him always, no matter where he is.

"So, 'was thinking," he begins, "I couldn't get a reservation at that fancy place y'like for tomorrow,"

"oh, Harry, that's alright-"

"So, I got one for tonight. Wanna do valentine's day early?" he questions, opening an eye to peek at you. A grin begins to grow on his lips. You bend to press a kiss to them.

...

It's almost 6pm now, your reservations are for 7 and you're adding finishing touches to your makeup while Harry brushes his teeth in the sink beside you. You're wearing a pair of high rise straight leg pants with an open red floral top tucked in. It exposes your chest even well below the valley of your breasts in a long makeshift V-neck and you can feel Harry's gaze all over you.

He spits and rinses his toothbrush, stepping behind you in the mirror and wrapping his hands around your middle. He rests his chin on your shoulder, smiling big to put his shiny teeth on display. You smile back at him while you untwist the cap to a lip stain.

He teases his thumb along your exposed skin, eyes shifting down in the mirror to watch his thumb disappear inside of your shirt. You don't give him a reaction though, save for goosebumps, and bend forward to apply the red colour onto your lips; teasing him in return.

He catches on to this, quick, and lets out a low laugh before kissing your shoulder and pulling away.

"M'gonna go start the car so it's warm," he says softly, leaning on the door frame. He winks, then disappearing into the house.

Ah, domestic life.

When you're finished your lips, you zip into the bedroom and quickly place the box of rings into your matching white bag. Then, grabbing a pair of boot-heels and snugging them on your feet. You feel butterflies with the rings in your bag, they could be so easily discovered but you know they won't be.

You return downstairs where Harry, of course, is waiting for you. He's got a coat on and holds another over his arm for you. He places it over your shoulders and mumbles a quick 'it's cold out,' before opening the door and ushering you outside.

The drive is long and quick at the same time. His hand rests on your knee when it's not occupied by the shifting lever, and your eyes train along the side of the road as he drives. You both hum to whatever the local radio is playing, his thumb tapping against the steering wheel. It's busy, the roads are full and the sidewalks are crowded.

He parks close to the entrance of the restaurant, shrugging it of as 'the closest available spot' but really he just doesn't want you to get cold.

He checks both of you in, taking your hand as the waitress leads you both to a booth in a quiet part of the restaurant. You sit down together, ordering immediately because you've been going here together for so long. You joke about the waitress eyeing him up and, in turn, he defends that no! she was all over you!

It's well into your meal before Harry slides a little flat red box in your direction, pretending it's no big deal to him. You stop mid-chew, eyes connecting with his and you try (fail) to hide a smile. You reach into your own bag, pulling out the little black box and sliding it towards him before going back to eating your food in the most nonchalant way you can manage.

"Hey now! Open mine first, s'only fair." he says, looking at you with a humoured smirk.

You decide to tease more, taking your time finishing your mouthful and dabbing at your lips with a napkin. Harry leans back in his chair, giving you an amused 'really? we're doing this?' look while you slowly reach for the box.

Suddenly, his hand snaps to take the little box of rings, and you squeal, quickly taking the red box and holding it in your hands. He leans ahead in adoring anticipation and watches as you as you open the flat, cartier, box to reveal a delicate chain with a flower in the middle.

"Oh, Harry, it's beautiful." you gasp, looking at him almost in disbelief 

"S'pink gold, with an orchid and a pretty little diamond- baby," he pauses, seeing the tears gathering in your waterline as you closely inspected the little piece. You hadn't meant to cry, it caught both of you off guard.

"s'alright, here-" chuckling, he rises from his seat to slide into the booth next to you. He rubs your back and lightly presses kisses to the side of your forehead. Soon you both start to giggle, leaning into each other to feel as close as you could in the public area.

"Harry, god, you really didn't have to... it's perfect," you sniffle. You turn your head and pull him into a quick soft kiss, feeling his smile against yours. His hand rises to cup the side of your face, thumb running along your cheekbone and his fingers curling around just under your ear.

"Now, let's wipe those tears away, yeah? Can't be havin' people think I'm makin' my girl cry."

"But you did," you snort

"I didn't know you were gonna' react that way!" he defends "y'scared me!"

You both laugh, leaning on each other and temporarily forgetting about the world around you. He presses a kiss to your head, hungry for even the sweetest of touches. Harry has always been like this; needy for touch... your touch, in any way.

He brings you out of your gaze, reaching for the little black box you had previously slid towards his empty chair. Inspecting it, he turns the box on it's side to read the 'Gucci' print. You catch the sides of his lips curl up.

He opens the lid, slowly and gently, then moving the velvet packaging to see what the little black box contains. Your eyes are trained on his face, watching his bottled up excitement seep through his cool impassivity.  Though, when he catches glimpse of the rings, an eager laugh and then a shocked gasp rumbles through him.

He meets your eyes, almost in disbelief. A wide smile on his face and his jaw open. You giggle at him, watching him immediately look back to the box and delicately pull the first H ring out.

"Oh baby," he grins, slipping it onto his right ring finger.

"Thought you would like them." you reply in murmur, leaning against him again and watching as he takes the smaller ring, S, and slides it perfectly onto his pinky finger.

"Love them, baby, so much," he takes a moment to flex his hand and admire the two silver rings from afar. "Y'know what, though?"

You hum, pulling back from his side to see a tender, adoring face tearing back at you. He leans in to kiss you, taking his time and getting his point across. His hand newly clad with silver rings rises to your cheek to hold you in place; the metal cold compared to the heat of his hand and your face. He pulls away only slightly, eyes still focused on your lips.

" I,"

he presses another peck to your lips

"-should be buyin' you the pretty rings, darlin'."

[wweassets]

Better late than never... it's time for the Summer 2022 Fantasy "Sexy Costume Contest!" (The rules: Nudity is permitted, except for frontal nudity due to TV rules.) Pick your WINNER, as well as your 2 runners-up!

First up is BODHI HAYWARD from NXT, who is wearing a graduation cap and has the "CHASE U" red flag wrapped around his naked waste. His dick is bulging through the fabric, which is also clinging to his ass.

GIOVANNI VINCI is wearing a Gucci jockstrap, with the red and green straps framing his ass and covering his dick.

Not to be out-done, EZEKIEL is wearing a hospital gown, but takes it off to reveal he's made a jockstrap out of the material of his arm bands, which wrap around his thighs and leave his huge cheeks spilling over. The ripped fringe is covering his dick.

BROOKS JENSEN is wearing his jean shorts, which have been high-cut to be Daisy Dukes. The pockets in the front drape down his muscular thighs, and the lower half of this fat ass cheeks are hanging out.

CIAMPA is doing a tribute to Vecna from "Stranger Things" - he's completely nude and covered in gray body paint and fake vines/snakes, wearing facial prosthetics to look like the demon. He has the vines wrapped around his dick, but his muscular perky ass is completely exposed.

RICOCHET is wearing a round floatie around his waist and naked underneath except for flip-flops. It barely fits around his huge ass, leaving the top half of his cheeks exposed.

BRON BREAKKER is wearing a neon tie-dye thong, similar to the pattern on his singlets. He realizes that he's more covered up than most of the guys, so teases sliding it off to reveal his cock, but Cora Jade runs to the ring and tries to cover it with her skateboard. He manages to get it off, but he's holding the skateboard over his dick so he's not fully nude.

Surprise entrant... AUSTIN THEORY's music plays, and he comes down the ring with a mic complaining that Breakker stole his costume idea. He's fully nude, except for the Money in the Bank briefcase covering his dick, his fat ass fully exposed and cheeks bouncing as he storms down the ramp.

---the lights go out---

---the crowd hears "Wrestling has more than one royal family..."

CODY RHODES' music hits and he appears on the stage. He has a large cut-out out of the American Nightmare tattoo logo covering his injured pec, and he's naked except for a small American flag wrapped around his left thigh, which contains his cock. He makes his way down the ramp with his fat ass exposed, the crowd going wild as he makes his surprise return.

The summer's been HOT and these boys are not afraid to be more exposed than ever! Play around and pick your 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners!

WHEWWWWWWWWWWWW THIS WAS GOOD 😮‍💨😮‍💨

i think the winner HAS to be cody like wow..

2nd place being th*ory and 3rd is bron (the final 3 too!!)

this was such an eat wowow