#punk!bimbo reader

[hernakedmuse]

Punk!Bimbo Reader Headcanons Part I

She moved to Hawkins from Queens in her Freshman year

When she arrived everyone was mean to her, she showed up with chopped off cropped hair styled a little Betty Boop, a Sex Pistols t-shirt that had her thrown in the principal's office, and maroon doc martens all beat up.

Girls would hit her in the locker room and call her derogatory names and guys would call her a slut especially because of her well endowed breasts and punk appearance.

One day, Horror!Bimbo is in the girl's bathroom skipping class to have a smoke, she's fixing her lipstick when she smells smoke, sees the bathroom window open and hears crying.

She opens the stall of the handicapped one to see Punk!Bimbo sitting on the toilet, just sitting, with headphones on, tears messing up her mascara, clutching a cigarette with chipped red nails in a cute, ripped Iggy Pop shirt, a small jeans shorts, ripped fishnet stockings, and docs, oversized army jacket around her elbows and a cool homemeade nose piercing.

She liked this girl and eyed her cadillac red lipstick, she wants it. "You're crying, is the song very sad?"

Punk!Bimbo was ready to cuss out and fight the bitch who interrupted her when she saw it was the Whore of Hawkins High, that was what they called her but Punk!Bimbo thought it was misogynist and ridiculous, and who gave a fuck what anyone did with their own life, God forbid! Oh how she hates the midwest.

The girl had a vacant yet kind look in her eye and looked unbothered and intrigued, so Punky answered. "No, it's angry, it's um--Black Flag, Rise Above by Black Flag."

Horror!Bimbo took out her own cigarette, wrapping her black cherry lips around her own and lit up with her lavender colored lighter. To Punky she looked like a stripper rendition of a corpse bride and she LOVED it, who was she? Truly? "Can I listen? You can listen to my tape, it's uh- *giggles* Nina Hagen--"

"I love Nina Hagen!" Punky exclaimed interrupting the gore whore.

Horror!Bimbo sat on Punky's lap with ease and took her head phones while giving hers to Punky. "They steal my panties and tell everyone I give blow jobs for 50 cents-- one time the principal tried to look up my skirt, I asked him why he was looking up there and I got suspended and a rumor of me fucking him went around, now his wife gives me dirty looks at my dad's grocery store." Her wispy, ghost-like voice explained which horrified Punky, how could anyone treat someone like that? Especially someone so sweet. "They call me a slut and a dyke, I don't care about that though those aren't insults to me, but it's the hitting you know? They like to fuck with me and- I'm so tired, I'm not sad I'm tired, fucking tired and something's gotta change."

Horror!Bimbo blew a smoke ring. "So hit back, bash them in the head for once, you're gonna get in trouble anyway. Bash their brains in watch the blood run." She giggled like a maniac.

Punky laughed. "You're crazy."

"I know!" She moaned "Please try and tell the mental hospitals I've been applying at that!'

They've been best friends ever since.

Punky decided to follow in Moth's footsteps and played up the bimbo look. Cut her hair in a blunt, China bob, dressing revealing like California's Angelyne and spin some Debbie Harry into her look which was absolutely lethal with her va va voom body, her overdeveloped hips and tits, makeup always vampy, clothing rockabilly.

She really started fighting back when her mom's boyfriend tried to molest her in her sleep one night, she put a cigarette out in his eye. Her mom kicked her out, this was junior year, and Horror!Bimbo took her in for a month until her mom begged her back and told her she was right that Rodney was no good.

She blamed Punky though for looking so easy, Punky bit back her feminist rant and let bygones be bygones with her mother but when school came, when Carol tried to grab her by the hair because her boyfriend wanted her to blow him, she took Carol by the hair and slammed her head against the locker and pushed her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach with her thrift store, leopard print stilettos, she beat the ever living shit out of Carol as she let out bloodcurdling screams in the hall, she never forgot when Carol tried to set her up to get gangraped at a party and never forgot when Steve Harrington saved her that night.

Carol had to be taken to the hospital, she had two broken ribs, one missing tooth, a broken nose, broken arm, and a concussion from Punky's rage alone.

Nobody messed with her again.

She started an apprenticeship at the only beauty parlor in town and sings lead for a punk band started by community college students from the next town over, they call the band Hellcat, which was a nickname Punky earned.

The Beauty Parlor is a couple doors down from Family Videos

A certain big haired employee was enamored with the vixen in the tight pin up clothing and the vampy bob who swayed her hips down the street to her job. He'd bring her food sometimes from Benny's, give her his employee discount when she came in for videos, sometimes just pay for it himself.

"Let me know when you wanna book an appointment with me Stevie" She'd tell him with a smirk on her cadillac red lips, a wink, and a saucy little hip sway. She was like Elizabeth Taylor, Vikki Dugan, and Elvira wrapped in one, she was a centerfold come to life, he'd do anything for her, let her do anything to him.

If only she knew after that terrible night at the party, he would follow her home every night after that to make sure she got home safe.

Her silent protector.

[babygorewhore]

Prey

Part one

Part two

After text messages from Rafe Cameron who completely ruined your night at his party, he knows every move you make and asserts his intentions through text messages. This starts a game to see how far Rafe will go to make you his, even if that means threats of punishments.

The horny demon took over with this guys. WC. 4,500

Warnings! Not a ton of plot. Dark! Rafe! Stalking! Panty stealing! Perv Rafe! Idk if she’s considered kind of bimbo because she’ caves in easily or what. Take it as you will. Female and male masterbation! Drug use,threats of violence and actual violence! Gun play! BDSM themes! One use of the Daddy! Choking!Degrading! Drinking! Hate fucking! spanking! unprotected sex! Reader is alternative but clothing is relatively generalized so it’s still inclusive. Damn that’s a lot of warnings.

Two days since your last text from Rafe Cameron. He knew about breakfast with John B. You tried not to check your phone as often as you wanted but the anxiety was hard to ignore. It was so insane. He just decided he wanted you after a bet. Why?

You kept tearing apart your room for any sign of a camera, microphone and you even taped the camera of your laptop for good measure. Maybe if you stayed home, that would be the best. But he knew what was going on. How?

John B asked you if you wanted to go to their traditional bonfire with the Pouges. You wanted to say no but maybe spending time with them would deter Rafe from his apparent need to text you vile things. You’d have a barrier. Surely, he couldn’t scare them all off.

It wasn’t as hot in the evening and you were thankful for that. Sarah gave you an extra pair of flip flops, but she did make sure they were black. You wore them and a black mid thigh dress. It was flowy and comfortable. But it was missing something as you sat down on a beach chair.

You left your underwear at home, on your bed. It was a test. To see if he really was getting in your house or he would go that far. It was a really bold move but you wanted bait him. Maybe if he broke in, you’d have something to report.

“Earth to you-“ A hand waved in front of your face.

“Oh, sorry.” You chuckled and adjusted your skirt. “What were you saying?”

“How are you? Since the whole bet thing happened?” Kie asked and you breathed heavily. This was the last thing you wanted to talk about. Apparently just with the videos disappearing wasn’t enough. “I’m okay. Doubtful I’ll ever swim in a pool again.” You started twirling the end of your hair nervously as time ticked.

No text yet. Maybe this was working. Maybe he was bluffing.

“We’ll kick his ass. Piece a shit picking on a Pouge.” JJ crushed a beer can and glared. “I’m sick of him getting away with it. We need to do something.”

“My brothers crazy. He would probably kill you.” Sarah pointed out and leaned further into John B.

“The fuck he would! He’s just some rich little punk whose never been put in his place.” JJ argued and you started to panic inside.

That was the furthest thing from the truth. You knew Rafe wasn’t just some punk. You didn’t even know him but you trusted your instincts.

“Guys, really. It’s okay. They’re taken down and it’s what I needed. I don’t need protection.” You insisted. God the suspense was killing you. Were you an idiot? Probably.

“Something weird happened today,” John B interrupted, “When I got into the car before her, I had this weird feeling someone was watching me,”

He started but you tuned him out as the night went on. You still didn't mention the texts. You didn’t wanna stir up anymore threats from JJ. You thought about the way he kissed that girl. His big hands roaming all over her hips and ass. It was so wrong for you to think about that considering how much of a dick he was.

But you couldn’t help it.

You were also scared shitless when you closed your bedroom door after you both arrived home, Sarah joining John B. You didn’t want to see that…so you locked your door.

You covered your mouth with both hands when you saw your panties. They were on your pillow and you could see even from here, they were wet and drying on the sides. Your bed was messy, your drawers moved open.

He had been here.

You carefully moved closer, gingerly lifting them. The creamy substance was evident on what it was. He came on it. And from the way it was almost dripping, multiple times. You dropped it on the floor and dug in your dresser.

All your panties were gone. Your mouth was wide open with shock.

You stepped forward, prepared to tell John B that Rafe Cameron broke into his home when your phone finally buzzed.

Frantically you brought it to your face.

“Put them on.”

Oh no. Was he serious? How did he know-there must have been a camera. Where was it?

“Put it on, or I’ll kill him.”

“You wouldn’t.” You speedily responded. Growing angry. How dare he threatened him. Just to get what he wanted in his perverted mind. “That’s a pussy ass threat.”

“Who says it’s a threat? I know exactly where he goes. When he goes. And who he talks too. I know everything about this place. And I know everything about you.”

Chills ran down your spine.

“I don’t believe you.” You started breathing heavier as you clutched at your chest. He wasn’t joking. You knew that. If he was rich enough to afford that house without a second glance, surely he could pull this off.

“You graduated with impressive grades, you’re an only child, you have a habit of reading kinky porn, your parents owned a music store for three decades. John B is your cousin on your Mothers side and you…you’ve only had one boyfriend. Chris. From high school.”

Your knees almost gave out. Everything was true. Not all of those things were even on your instagram. Fuck, not even your FRIENDS knew some of that shit. How did he find out? Did he run some sort of-

“You ran a fucking background check on me?” You typed in all caps, your thumbs slapping on the screen. “ARE YOU INSANE? JUST STOP IT AND DON'T THREATEN JOHN B!”

“Then put them on.”

You weren’t getting out of this. “Okay if I put them on, what then?”

“Lay down on the bed.”

You slithered them on, his cum coating your pussy as you rubbed your thighs together. Maybe it was your own fault with this experiment but he would have done it anyway.

Your back met the top of the covers and you had the image of his leaking cock around the material. Spilling onto the silk and lace. You spread your legs, assuming that’s what he wanted.

“No, you’re not allowed to touch yourself or cum. Not unless I’m inside you with my cock, fingers or tongue. This is just showing your pussy exactly who gets to cum in it. The longer you fight this, I’ll punish you. And I don’t think you’ll like that.”

“Punish me?”

“That’s what I said. If you’re not a good girl, then your little pouge friends are gonna pay. Do you understand me?”

You wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off. “No I don’t speak asshole, I did it. I put them on and now you leave me alone.”

You closed your phone and decided you wouldn’t listen to anything he said. Laying back down, you pulled off the underwear easily and it’s slick smeared on your inner thighs.

You were pent up from sadness, anger and now spite. If he was watching, then you’d put on a fucking show. Spreading your legs, your fingers delicately teasing your cunt and you started circling your clit. You twitched and clenched around the air as your own wetness combined with his. He couldn’t possibly read your thoughts. His muscular arms would hold the headboard as he pounded into you.

You liked challenging him. Secretly, that’s one of the things that made you wet. Talking back to him. Your core tightened as your speed increased before you slipped two small fingers inside, curling them up. They couldn’t reach the spot you wanted. You tried to move at a different angle before settling on just playing with your clit.

You curled up when you came, harder than usual and you bit your lip to keep from making too much noise.

After calming, you hesitated before clicking on your phone.

“Oh, pretty girl. I really wish you wouldn’t do that.”

That was all he said.

Now, you were trembling again. The threat echoed. You started biting your nails. What would happen? What punishment was he talking about?

It wasn’t like he would break in with John B here or would he? He wasn’t concerned about your cousin in the slightest.

You took some initiative. If he knew so much about you, you could return the favor. Have something on him.

You googled his name.

Rafe Cameron, eldest and only son holding Cameron’s name after Ward and Rose Cameron’s passing.

Rafe Cameron, under thirty CEO bringing numbers to the maximum within two years.

You sighed, only getting a superficial history of his age and family line. Huffing, you needed more. There was one option. You went to instagram and found his official and only account. Your mouth went dry. His photos consisted of golf yards, parties and two photos of him wearing a suit next to a giant table in an office that looked like it was in the future.

Absolutely nothing. Nothing to go on. And nothing to rub in his face. Of course.

An idea came to you. Maybe you couldn’t find anything online. But you had an entire group of rebels who could tell you everything you needed to know. You smirked. Finally, you could get back at him.

“So, John B, was it…hard to be Sarah’s boyfriend? I mean the war between Pouges and Kooks seems pretty intense.” You sat at the dock while he tackled some sort of contraption, working back and forth between boats. It was a half lie when you said you wanted to go with him while he worked.

But you needed information. You didn’t get a text yet but you knew that wasn’t defeat on his part.

“For a while,yeah. Topper made it his mission to come after me. We got into it a few times, then he pushed me. I broke my wrist. Rafe…it’s complicated.”

You quirked an eyebrow, trying not to look too interested. “How?” For good measure, you played with the end of your skirt. All your panties were gone and you were trying not to shift every five seconds.

“Rafe’s crazy. He used to be this out of control, frat boy cocaine addict and he was,” John B stops moving, “Dead set on destroying us. Came at us with guns. He’s dangerous but now he’s got money. All the money.”

Your heart fluttered. And now, Rafe had his sights on you.

“What about their other sister..?”

“She lives with him. He almost shipped her off to boarding school but I guess she’s his one soft spot. Sarah talks to her sometimes. That’s why I was upset you went to that party. They’re bad people. Stay away from him.” His warning makes you nod.

But would he stay away from you?

A week later, you arrived at the Pouge spot with John B that was even marked by a tree they carved. You carried a cooler of booze as you got closer to the circle but you, John B and Sarah realized Pope and JJ were missing

You were all searching for at least ten minutes now, you called out his name, cupping your hands. “Pope! JJ! Where are you?”

Your converse were getting in the way of the sand and you finally stopped being stubborn, removing them as you maneuver through the woods. You were alone and it felt uncomfortable.

The moon was illuminating your ring clad fingers as a snap of a branch caught your attention. “Pope?”

A large strong hand covered your mouth and you eyes widened, you were being yanked off the ground and carried off. “Mm-he-“ You tried to form words but the hand pressed harder. You kicked, flailed but to no avail.

The assailant dragged you off to a darker corner where you saw a unconscious Pope and JJ lying on the ground as you were pushed against a tree.

Rafe stood in front of you, even in the darkness you could still see the desire and anger in his eyes. “Scream and I’ll kill them.” He growled. “Can I trust you?”

You nodded rapidly, glancing between him and your friends.

“Good girl,” He approved, his hand sliding to your throat. He didn’t even bother wearing black to blend in. His beige shirt was layered with another light jacket and dark jeans.

Rafe’s hair was in his eyes and he leaned in closer. “I told you. I’d punish you if you didn’t do as your told.” Your core fluttered. You knew it shouldn’t but his voice was rasping as his hand tightened. He pulled something out of his pocket.

A pair of red panties. He shoved them into your mouth, far enough you gaged. “Stay fucking still.” You knew if you didn’t listen he would hurt them, he proved that.

Pope and JJ had bruises, swollen eyes and bloody noses. But they were breathing. You started jerking around, trying to gain some sort of release from his hold when Rafe yanked out a gun. You gasped, the sound muffled. “Yeah? You see that?” He pointed it at them. “Do you think I’m kidding?”

Rafe pulled out the panties, a string of drool escaping from your mouth. “Answer me.”

“No-I know you’re not kidding.” Tears came from your eyes but you tried to pull them back.

“My poor little angel, not so tough now, are you?”

“Fuck you-“ Another attempt to defy, fake like you weren’t as scared as you truly were. “You’re bluffing.”

He pressed you harder against the wood. His iron clad muscles pinning you hard enough it hurt. “I really wish you wouldn’t do that.” Then he moved the gun between your shorts. Grazing against your jean covered pussy.

“This is fucking real, princess.” Rafe started smirking. “Move around a little bit. Give me a hint of how well you can bounce on a dick.”

Your face became hot but you obeyed without thinking. You circled your hips, holding your breath and praying the gun wouldn’t go off. He nodded, his lips nearing yours and your mouth parted.

“Rafe-Why? Why are you doing this? Why did you do any of this?” You whimpered as his lips found the sweet spot of your neck. They were warm and soft in contrast to the gun rubbing against your pussy.

“Because you’re mine. That first day I saw you. I was going to have you. John B couldn’t hoard away something that belonged to me.” You wanted to shake your head but he started sucking the connection between your shoulder and neck.

That’s why he stared at you. That’s why he even started the bet in the first place.

“I liked how you stood out with your fucking band shirt and converse you won’t stop wearing. And this,” He pulled back to your displeasure and tapped the gun against your cunt.

“That belongs to me too. I’m gonna walk away, you’re going to yell to your cousin you found them. Feel free to scream and pretend you’re not soaking wet. And you’re going to be a good girl again, aren’t you? You gonna to listen to daddy?”

“Yes.” He stepped away, taking your panties with him. He scanned the scene, nodding behind you.

“Don’t disobey me. This can get so much worse,” With his final warning, Rafe started walking backward before he disappeared.

You waited a few seconds to collect yourself. He teased you but not enough to make you cum. Just enough to mark his territory and scare you.

“J-John B!” You weakly called out. “I found them!”

He arrived in seconds with Sarah right behind him.

John B, Sarah and Kie panicked, trying to wake JJ and Pope. You hastily wiped your face and shook your hair loose.

“I-I just found them like that. I’ve been searching the whole time,” You lied, hoping your voice was steadier than how you felt.

You stayed quiet as they woke by the fire. Your knee bouncing as flashbacks of how the gun felt, Rafes lips. His warnings and worse. How much you liked it.

When no one was looking, too busy planning their wild accusations downfall, you took out your phone. He had texted you.

“Behave.”

You pressed your knees together, concealing your phone behind them. “What will it take for you to leave them alone?”

“That’s a dangerous question, little girl.”

You had to change your tactic. The last thing you wanted was for him to actually shoot them.

“When will I see you again? I don’t want you to break in anymore. If you want something, just take it.” Oh no, the words slipped out before you could even think.

Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten minutes went by.

An hour.

“Tomorrow. My house. 8pm. Wear what’s in the box in your bedroom. I’ll have someone pick you up.”

The tense drive home couldn’t have ended sooner as you stepped in your bedroom. Continuing to lie to your cousin about what happened in the woods. You knew he wasn’t stupid. Eventually he would catch on that something was happening. But his life probably depended on it. This was going too far.

You were so stupid for opening the white small box on the center of your bed.

Lifting the lid, your eyes widened as you pulled out a black lace shirt, matching bra, a thong and shorts that would barely cover your ass. Knee socks and connecting garter belts. But the most toe curling item in the box was a pair of black handcuffs. Expensive kind.

You held them to your chest. You’d have to wear something over them to get past John B. Your conscience fought you, insisting to tell John B. Rafe almost killed his friends.

But he felt so good. It was so wrong that it was right. You almost didn’t care right now. He was obsessed with you and you weren’t any better. The way you spent time trying to find information, the way you listened to every word he said. He was breaking you down. You almost didn’t recognize the person you were when you arrived.

Rafe Cameron was intoxicating and you’d only seen him twice.

Third times the charm right?

He had his own personal fucking driver pick you up the next night. You left when John B was passed out in his room, worn out from a day at the docks. You slipped on an oversized black shirt long enough to hit your thighs as you climbed into the car. You were disappointed that there were no texts today but you had a feeling he was going to make up for it. Or else you’d face another punishment.

The drive was quiet but when you arrived at his house it wasn’t. Another wild party scene was before you, the same changing colored lights on the outside and consistently bright on the balcony. As you got out of the car and started walking, this time wearing your high heels. Only this time you were wearing a hand selected piece from the King Of Kooks.

You hoped you could slip in easily through the front door silently but someone opened the door. He was shorter than Rafe, dark brown hair, wearing a wife beater and shorts. “My bad, come on in.” He ushered you in with a wave and you cringed.

Obviously he knew you. Whether from Rafe or the videos.

“And you’re…?”

“Just like Country club not to mention anyone else. Barry.” He gave you a nod. “He’s up there.”

You couldn’t help but shiver as everyone was dancing, drinking and making their way to the outdoor pool. You understood this could be another set up.

Barry dipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a bag full of cocaine, apparently offering you some.

“I’ll pass,” You declined and forced yourself to smile and calm your nerves. You could do this. You had too

You wanted too.

Climbing the stairs in high heels was difficult enough but fighting a crowd made it even harder. You couldn’t hardly concentrate and you had the urge to plug your ears to muffle the noise.

Once you reached the top, close to the balcony, your phone buzzed. Embarrassingly, you yanked it out of your clutch.

“Colder.” You jerked your head around, looking for any sign of him. No one. He wasn’t here. No one looked even close to him.

You went left towards another lounge, peering inside the darker room where they were dancing.

“Even colder.”

Okay, you were very clearly not in the right direction.

But you needed something to give you a boost. Marching towards a brunette young man holding two cups, you reached out your hand. “Can I have that?” He stammered but handed it over.

Without even knowing the content, you gulped it down before gagging. Whatever concoction was strong and had you coughing.

But then you took the other one. “Hey!” He protested but you ignored him, going to the opposite side.

You threw them both on the ground, a surge of electricity going through your veins.

“Warmer.” It said when you fished out your phone from your bra.

You resisted wiping your mouth, not wanting to ruin your makeup. Your legs carried you down a hallway, the noise growing into a quieter thump against the walls. There were no photos. Almost no signs of living if you imagined the guests gone. The clacking of your shoes neared the first door.

“Hot. Almost there.”

Swallowing, you walked past the second door.

“Hotter.”

You breathed like you were blowing out a candle as you drew to the third door.

“Open it, pretty girl.”

The alcohol must have given you an extra boost as you opened the door roughly, your lips forming a natural pout as you took in Rafe standing beside a bed. He was wearing a three quarter length white shirt with small strips and the same dark jeans as he did in the woods. His hair was messy, like he constantly ran his fingers through it.

His entire body radiated danger, lust and control.

But his eyes held a fire, one you were terrified and eager to provoke.

To the right of him was a large desk with several monitors and a laptop. Your mouth parted into a gasp when you saw they were all live feeds.

One of them was outside your room, the others were at the docks and the rest were of his own home. That’s how he was watching you.

“You-you’ve really been stalking me.” You whispered.

“It’s really not that hard. You make it too easy.” He mused with a low voice. “But I’m-I’m having a hard time understanding why you’re wearing something other than what I gave you.”

“Don’t change the subject, Rafe. This isn’t okay. You’re going to stop. I did everything you wanted. Now you leave John b and the rest alone.” Your voice wasn’t steady. From nervousness and the drinks.

And he knew that from the way a smirk formed on his pink lips. “But not you?” He clicked his tongue. “Naughty girl. You don’t want me to leave you alone. I didn’t forget our last…meeting.” His eyes lingered around your hips. “With a gun to your pussy.”

“No, no, stop. I don’t know-I don’t like you.”

Rafe only stepped closer, inching towards you. “Your body does.. Your pussy love our little games. You’ve had so many chances to run. Not that they would work-“ He chuckled darkly. “But you’re doing everything I want you too.”

His hand shot out and ripped the shirt in half. You shrieked, your legs almost buckling as your body was exposed. Rafes breathed in the scent of your perfume as he roamed with his fingers the lingerie, his palms falling to your tits, squeezing before he gripped your waist and spun you around. Your ass against his cock.

“Move like you bounced on my gun,” He ordered against your ear, his warm breath and you could feel his lips trace the side of your jaw.

All your thoughts disappeared as he guided you to grind against him, your pussy dampening the material as your eyes drifted shut. His own breathing quickened as your hand flew behind to palm him.

“Dirty slut, you’re so scared but I know you’re fucking dripping.” He was so tall that he could slip his hand easily between your legs and gather the slick leaking from your center. He then shoved it in your mouth, forcing you to suck.

“That’s all fucking mine, I don’t care if you hate me. I want you to fucking hate me. You like that I stalked you. Watch you, that I know everything.” He was growing more aggressive as he threw you face down on the bed, ripping off your shorts, he slapped your ass hard enough you jolted.

You heard his belt and pants drop as he manhandled you, wrapping your hair around his free hand as you felt his dick line up to your pussy. “Say you hate me,” He spat and slammed into you without warning.

You almost screamed from the stretch and fullness as he thrusted into you. You couldn’t even breathe from the hold he had on your hair, as you started rubbing your clit. “I-“ You tried, barely managing to squeak.

“Say it!” He yelled, slapping your ass again and you fell on your hands.

“I hate you!” You gasped for air and he pushed your head down. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

Your core clenched around him as your stomach tightened, you were so close, so fucking close. Rafe moaned deeply, his movements slowing but still brutal.

He spilled into you and you came right after. Sweat dripped from your face as you jerked. Your mouth was still open, spit gathering and you wiped it off. Your breathing slowed as he pulled out, releasing you to flop on the mattress. Your makeup stains the white comforter.

Trying to calm down and assess the situation you got yourself into, you heard Rafe clear his throat in an expected manner.

You crawled around as he pulled up his pants. “I hope you liked that, because that’s the last time you get to cum tonight.”

“W-“

“You forgot to bring the handcuffs.” You almost fainted. Half from being cock drunk, still spilling from both fluids and half from horror.

Rafe only gave you a very threatening smile. “But don’t worry. No one is getting through that door. And besides, even if they tried, I can see every move they make.” He pointed to the monitors.

“I’m nowhere done with you yet.”

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[coryosbaby]

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Adam Stanheight x fem! Bimbo! Reader

✯ Content Warning . semi public sex (in an alley), club scene, choking, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, mild anal, p n v, degradation & praise, creampie, a lil bit of punk Adam with nipple piercings <33

Staring off across the room could not have been as helpful as it is right now.

A man’s hands are grabbing your hair, pressing you between his warm body and a brick wall behind you. He smells good, like some cheap cologne and soap but in the best way possible. He’s got some kind of eyeliner on his lower lashline and a curve hugging t shirt that makes you swoon. You had watched him from across the room under the strobe lights. He had saw you, approached, talked. His name is Adam.

You don’t know him— not really. You know who he is, thanks to a news article you read a few months ago. You know what had happened to him, after he had escaped a viscous serial killer and somehow got out alive. You know that taking a girl in an alleyway is probably his way of blowing off steam. But he was nice enough to strike up conversation before he jumped your bones— even asked to take your picture.

“Trying to remember the scene,” he had said, chuckling nervously. “especially you. You’re the prettiest view here.”

And after that, you had both somehow made your way to the back alley and he had set his camera down and sooner or later you had shoved your tongue down his throat. And okay, so this seems a little trashy, but so what? You would’ve fucked him either way, whether it be at home or at his apartment. And besides— something about this boy has you willing to be fucked like a cheap slut in the middle of an alleyway. And who can blame you, honestly.

If you didn’t know any better, you would ask Adam out.

But you don’t think about that possibility right now— can’t think about that. His crotch is grinding up against yours, his lips consuming you until he pulls away.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He asks. He wants you, but he wants to make sure that being fucked in an alleyway is something you’re into.

Nodding, you ignore the pain in your heels as you lift on your tippy toes in your stilettos. Biting teasingly at his neck, you let out a small breath of air.

“‘S perfect. Now why don’t you shut up and fuck me?”

His eyes are glazed with lust, and his hand reaches down to grab the flesh of your ass.

“Yeah?” He mutters. “Right here?”

At your nod, he shakes his head and chuckles.

“Never met a chick like you before.”

He dives back in for another taste of your lips. His tongue strokes your bottom lip, wet and filthy and oh so delicious. You run your hands up his shirt, feeling the warm skin and the light patch of hair on his chest. Running your hands over his chest, you’re met with the sensation of cold metal.

Nipple rings.

“Been wanting some of these,” you mention to him, and he grins against you.

“Hurt like a bitch. Wouldn’t recommend if you have a low pain tolerance.” Getting shot’ll do that to you— make a needle going through your most sensitive parts seem like child’s play.

“Mmmm..”

You continue to kiss him again, this time flicking over his nipples and playing with the barbells. It drives him crazy, and he becomes more sex crazed and desperate. After a moment he pulls your face away from him. Without warning, he turns you around and shoves your face against the wall. Letting out a tiny gasp, your pussy aches as he pushes your legs apart with one of his own and moves down to his knees. He kneads your ass with his hands, lifting up your pink latex dress to expose your soft ass to him. Groaning, he takes notice of the tiny black thong that’s settling in between your cheeks.

“Shit,” he whispers solely to himself. You smirk. You knew that the lace would come in handy if you got laid tonight.

“Like it?” You say, amused. His hands move up to spread your cheeks. The slightly chilled night air makes your eyes scrunch shut in pleasure.

“So fucking sexy.” Adam praises, and he leans in, using his thumb to move away the thong’s string. Watching your dripping pussy from this angle, his cock is so hard that it hurts. Your little clit is settled between two swollen lips, hole clenching and unclenching. Adam takes sight of you under the street lamp a distance away that serves as your only source of light. He thinks you’re beautiful.

He brings his lips to your clit; pressing a soft kiss there, he lets out a small mewl. He kisses all over you, moving up to the globes of your ass to leave wet ones in a trail. And unexpectedly, his finger finds your puckered asshole, running it along on it. He slips his thumb in, gentle, and with his other hand he reaches around to play with your aching pussy. He finds your hole and he probes it with the tip of his tongue, while his finger slides inside your ass. He thrusts one, in, out, in, out, and it’s not long before he adds a second as he begins to devour your cunt like a man starved. Groaning against you, he makes sure to get your pussy nice and wet, makes sure to drool and spit on it as much as he can. You like boys like this; boys that are desperate and messy but still manage to somehow make you submit. Because this whole time, your mouth is spewing so many vulgar phrases, begging, pleading.

“Please! ‘S good, Adam, it’s so good, wanna be good for you…”

“Want you to make me cum, want your cock…”

And Adam’s got this hunger as he hears these words, as your hole feeds him your delicious arousal. He wants to fuck you until you stop breathing.

It’s not long before he presses down on your clit and rubs while his tongue is still probing your walls. Instantly, white hot heat licks up your spine and you can’t help but cum all over Adam’s pretty mouth. You shove your wrist in your mouth to keep quiet but it’s so hard. You haven’t had your pussy ate like this in a while.

Wiping his mouth, Adam grins from behind you as he lifts himself back up to his feet. He begins to undo his belt, the skull shaped buckle glinting in front of his eyes. He unzips his fly, pulling out his hard cock. He strokes himself as he watches your ass grind back desperately against him.

“Still so needy…” He grunts. “God, you’re a slut, aren’t you?”

You mewl, hands reaching behind to spread your cheeks and present yourself to him again. You’re like a bitch in heat for this perfect stranger. He takes notice, instantly shoving his cock against your clit and tapping a few times. He’s being such a tease.

“Adam, cmon..” you whine, trying to adjust your hips so his mushroomed head can catch on your dripping seam. He just shakes his head, rubbing his cock up and down your folds.

“Beg for it,” he whispers against your neck. “Beg for this cock.”

“Please,” you instantly moan out. “Please fill me up. My pussy needs your cock so bad…”

And Adam isn’t a patient guy, so of course he gives into your demands and slides his throbbing cockhead into your entrance. He tilts his head back, mouth falling open, as he enters your warm canal. You mewl against him. He’s big, not too much that its incredibly painful but just enough to give you that delicious stretch.

Adam’s face buries itself into your neck, small sounds leaving his throat as he finally sinks in to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Are you always this tight?”

“Mhmmmm,” you say, feeling confident. Your hands reach behind you to run through his dark hair. “Been needing a cock inside me for weeks.”

He thrusts into you a bit harsher now, nipping at your jugular with his teeth.

“Yeah?” He breathes. “Should’ve met me sooner baby,” and then, with a much darker tone, “Could fill up this pussy every day if you’d let me.”

And now you know you need to ask for his number. Because you’ve never felt this needy and this hot for another human being in your life. Maybe it’s love at first sight— or fuck at first sight. It doesn’t matter. He’s beginning to pummel your guts like you’re a fuck doll, grunting into your ear as his hips slap loudly against yours. His hands wrap around your hair and he pulls you back towards his awaiting thrusts.

“Clenching so tight. Making my dick so wet, baby, fuck.”

Squirming in his grasp, you let out a squeak when he bites down on your neck harshly. Like a fucking vampire, the boy begins to suckle up the blood into his mouth. As he pulls away, his pace speeds up impossibly quick.

“Who’s making you feel this good?” He coos. “Who’s fucking this cute little pussy this good?”

“You!” You gasp. “All you, Adam, ‘m yours— shit!”

You’re about to cum embarrassingly fast once again. Just one little flick to your clit and you’ll be spilling all over his cock. Adam takes your ass in his palms and spreads you again so he can watch as you take him.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Such a good, pretty slut. Gonna make you cum so fuckin’ hard on me.”

Your eyes roll back, and he reaches around to rub your clit with his fingers. You seize up, letting out a choked sound, as you cum all over him. He whimpers as he feels your pussy spasm around him, and his fingers on your hips become bruising. You can’t help but have the desire to be filled up with his spend; it doesn’t matter if he might leave you after this, you want him to leave you used and dripping in his cum. You press your hand to his lower stomach from behind you, working your hips hard against him.

“Cum inside me,” You plead, overstimulated. “Need your cum to fill me up. Please, I need it—“

“Shit!” His hips begin to stutter, and with one last stroke he’s cumming.

He rides out his high until his cum is dripping down his balls, his eyes shut and a montage of delicious praises spilling out of him.

When he finishes he gently pulls out of your gaping pussy. Tucking himself back into his pants, he pulls your underwear up with gentle hands. He turns you around, fixing the straps on your dress.

“Okay?” He asks, and you smile as if you’re doped out and nod.

“Never better.”

He laughs, a light flush caking his cheeks now.

“Good,” he says, then chuckles awkwardly. “Uhm— thanks. For..”

He gestures to your body, fumbling with his hands.

“No problem.” You reply. “It’s late. I should be getting home.”

“I can walk you to your car,” Adam says quickly.“I mean, if you want.”

Something tugs in your chest, wondering how the once rough boy is so shy now. You lean up to him, planting a kiss to his cheek.

“I would love that, Adam. Thank you.”

Adam grins, helping you balance on your shoes as you wobble towards the parking lot.

“So… I was wondering if I could get your number?”

You’re relieved that he asked first. You look up at him, his neck caked in hickeys and bites from your own kiss bitten lips.

“Definitely.”

[holylulusworld]

Go to hell

Title: Go to hell

Written for @buckybarnesbingo (Round 6)

Card: B004

Collaborator(s): Holylulusworld

Square Filled: K4: "Oh, hell no."

Ship/Main Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Ex!Reader

Rating: Mature

Major Tags/Triggers/Warnings: jealousy, ex! sugar babe trope, mentions of daddy kink (but no one is into it), groping, fluff, hopeful ending

Summary: He let you go.

Word Count: 1,3k+

BBB BuckyBarnesBingo 2024 masterlist

Written in Bucky’s PoV

She does it on purpose. I just know it.

Why else would she waste her beauty and grace on someone like him?

He’s old enough to be her father, and I’m sure she doesn’t have a daddy kink or daddy issues. I know her well, and she never showed any signs of being into men double her age.

She came here to my party with that man I despise the most. Not weeks ago, she was mine and screamed my name.

I said the wrong things after that night. I saw our relationship in a different light and had to make myself clear.

Now she hangs on that grandfather’s arm like a random arm candy, not the goddess she is. My girl always hated men treating her like a stupid bimbo. She is smart, and charismatic, but hides it well to play the perfect doll for this man.

I unclench my metal fist because, if I don’t, I’ll break that guy’s face. He leans closer to whisper something in her ear and Y/N giggles like a schoolgirl.

That’s not the noise she made when I whispered filthy things in her ear. She whimpered my name, and her knees buckled.

What she does with that man is all for show. She pretends to be with him to get back at me for not fulfilling her wish to make things between us official.

“If you keep in staring at her, you’ll hurt yourself,” Ayo smirks at me before turning her gaze toward the woman I was watching all night instead of enjoying the party. “I wonder how she ended up with him. I thought you and Y/N were going steady.”

“She was fun for a while,” I brush Ayo’s question off. I made my decision and won’t discuss it with people working for me. “Now the fun is over, and she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“Says the man watching her all night,” ever the observant bodyguard she watched me all night only to find her boss staring at my ex-girlfriend…or rather sugar babe. “If that was my woman, I’d go over there and stab that old man’s face for grabbing her ass.”

“Grabbing her ass?” I jerk my head toward Y/N only to find her smiling at the guy. I exhale sharply when she pushes her ass into his crotch to grind into him.

Ayo dips her head to look at me. “It’s not too late, White Wolf.” She says before turning to take her place in the shadows to have my back like she always does. “Why don’t you go over there and show that little man whom your woman belongs to…?”

My shadow is not wrong. I could go over there and show that bastard Y/N belongs with me. But do I want to? If I step on that man’s toes, it means trouble. Even worse, Y/N will believe that I’m jealous of that old man.

“Ayo said you need my help.” I roll my eyes when Steve stands next to me. He tried to talk me into winning Y/N over the last few days. “How can I help you?” Steve smirks at me, like the cocky bastard he is. “Do you want me to bring her here? I can just throw her over my shoulder.”

“Why are you all so obsessed with her? I don’t want her back. She can fuck whoever she wants to. Even that old man’s dick,” I huff, and look away when she rubs herself against the man’s body.

“Do you want her to fuck him? Imagine she rides him, and he gets a heart attack,” Steve tries to be funny, but I can’t laugh. “She’s meant to be yours, not some old bastard’s toy.”

“She chose him,” I shrug. “And she won’t come back to me. I cannot offer what she wants from me.”

“A good dick?” Steve snickers.

“Commitment.”

“What did Beyoncé say?” God, I hate my best friend when he quotes songs. “Ah, yeah. If you like what you see put a ring on it.”

“You’re not helpful,” I sneer at Steve. “Stop quoting pop stars.”

“Punk. Beyoncé is not a pop star. She’s a goddess…” He grins before downing his drink. “If I had the chance with your girl, I’d put a ring on her finger.”

“You are a slut and love to whore around, Stevie,” I know Steve better than he knows himself. “You’ll never put a ring on a girl’s finger.”

“Maybe not her finger,” he gives me the dirtiest smirk in the history of dirty smirks. “I know better body parts to put rings on. I know that girl wearing a ring on her pussy lips.”

“I didn’t need to know that” I decide to get fresh air. If I stare at Y/N a little longer I’ll change my mind and break that old man’s face.

“Oh, hell no,” I hiss under my breath. All I wanted was to get fresh air, and now I’m staring at her backside because she had the same thought. She’s sticking her ass out, making her short dress rid up. I can see her panties, and my cock stirs in my pants. Treacherous bastard.

She turns around, and my stupid heart does somersaults when she looks me up and down. Y/N smirks, tongue poking out to wet her too-red lips. I remember she loved to leave my cock stained with her favorite color.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” She exclaims loudly. “Where is he? What did you do to him?”

“I did nothing to your gramps. Why would I? It’s not as if he touched what’s mine,” I snap at her, and she flinches. I regret my harsh words because she turns around to not look me in the eyes.

“Well, then leave me alone. He’ll be back in a minute. At least he’s not afraid to show anyone that he loves having me around.”

She ignores me then, staring into the distance as I stand behind her to admire her ass for a little longer. “Why him?”

“Why not?” There was venom in her voice, but her shoulders shook for a second. “After you tossed me out, I had to get back up and move on.”

“By selling yourself to that slimy bastard?” I don’t know why, but I grab her arms to press her against my chest. “Tell me love.” I nuzzle her neck. “Does he fuck you as good as I did?”

“He needed someone to pretend he still got it. And I needed someone to take care of me. Love didn’t work out for me so, that’s all I get for the time being,” she answers honestly as I drop my hands to her waist. “A limp dick, and a man believing I’m nothing but a doll he can dress and show off.”

She holds her breath when I kiss her neck. “How about I remind you how good it feels to be taken care of by a man not giving a shit on you.”

“Oh, Steve will finally make a move?” I chuckle at her comeback. “I didn’t know he’s into me but why not? I’m free as a bird.”

“Come to my bedroom, doll,” she sighs at the pet name, but doesn’t give in so easily. “Forget about him.”

“I told you that I can’t do this with you any longer,” her voice trembles as she struggles to not give in to my advances. “Love wasn’t in your plans. You told me so.”

“What if…” I bite my tongue for a second and take a deep breath. Maybe she doesn’t care for the old man and his dick. But soon enough someone will come along to turn her world upside down. “I’ll put a ring on that finger one day?”

“One day?” She sounds surprised but allows me to slip my hand between her quivering thighs. I find her panties soaked, and her pussy in need of my touch.

“How about we talk about our relationship in my bedroom?” I purr in her ear. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I can’t leave him all alone.”

“You can,” I nip at her earlobe, “and will, baby doll. If you do, I’ll put a ring on that finger…”

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[itskybabes-blog]

Duke Dennis Drabble

Duke Dennis x fem!reader (no face claim but poc!reader friendly)

Part two: The Confession

Disclaimer: this is written by a dyslexic person – please forgive any grammar and spelling errors

TW: swearing, drinking and using derogatory language

Plot: After your big night at an AMP pool part (that you probs won’t remember tomorrow), you finally let your lil’ secret slip.

Word count: 672

ICYMI: part one

“What the fuck am I doing?” You slurred back in confusion. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You rise up from the bed and try to point your finger at him, but stumble forward because you was unaware of your own strength. Duke has to catch you before your pearly whites were scattered all over his floor.

“See, man,” Duke whines with you in his arms, “this is what I’m talking about”.

You move out his arms and squint your eyes at him, trying to focus on all three of him at once.

“Y/N, you can’t stand up straight. You got yourself stupid drunk and started twerking on everyone. Your nipple was fucking hanging out like you’s some fucking whore or sum,” Duke rants.

“Whore?!” – you sober up real quick – “You’re calling me a whore?” you exclaim back, shoving finger quotation marks in his face.

“Meanwhile, you’re here, throwing this stupid party full of thirsty clout-chasing bimbos who only wanna suck your dick, get your Ps and cut! Fucking lodging your tongue down some random girl’s face – you’d be lucky to not have herpes, right now!” You lay into him, using whatever left over competence you have. Dutch courage is certainly real.

“Whore?” You said again, this time with a soft chuckle - which we all know is not good. Duke knows you found nothing funny but couldn’t care because “you’re a fucking embarrassment!”

“Oh my fucking gosh, more fucking names,” you said with a dramatic sigh. You begin to pace around: “What else am I? A slut? A bitch? What else am I, Duke? Tell me!”

You end up in a couple centimetres away from Duke with a face full of fire and push him weakly (pathetically) away from her. His look of disgust softens – maybe he was being a little harsh.

So, he takes the punk move: “You know what, I don’t care. This is not even worth it, man. Fucking drunk!”

That one snapped a heartstring. Duke’s back faces you as he had his hand on the knob.

“You don’t care? You never cared about me, did you?” You come back at him.

“What?” He looked back, utterly confused you’d ever say that.

“You never fucking cared. I’m meant to be someone special to you – your best friend – and you only ever want me around when you don’t have a fuck buddy around. When you need a girl to make you look good when your hotline hoe ain’t picking up,” you start to spew some of your deep feelings.

Duke lets go of the handle and leans against the door. “Y/N, I-“

“You don’t fucking care about me. I fucking hop on a 2-hour flight weekly to see your ass and look all pretty for your stream. Then, you kick me out to entertain a next bitch, passing me off to the rest of the bros like I’m some community hoe. You never fucking cared about me. You never fucking did. You-“

“Are you jealous?” Duke saunters back to you, grinning. His diamond grill playing tricks with your hooded eyes.

“Huh? Where you get that from?” You feel your cheeks burn, turning your head to the side.

“As a friend, you care too much about my roster,” Duke tries to explain. He drops his head to try and make you look him in the eye, but you keep avoiding his accusatory gaze.

“You talking like we fucking or sum,” Duke continues to press you.

“Why would I want you, like, what? Like, that’s- Ha! Ewwww,” you try to act repulsed but you never got an A in drama. Your acting skills are subpar.

“Oh, OK. Just know: I’d drop my roster just for you.”

Your head whips around and look Duke square in his face. A goofy and toothy smile plasters across his face.

“You fucking play too fucking much. You can’t be trying to tease me and shit. Why would I fucking want you? You never cared about me before, why the fuck no-“ Duke’s pillowy lips press intensely on yours.

“Girl, shut up.”

“Yes, sir.”

A/N: here’s the second part! Now, I really hate writing smut so pls forgive me but I’m skipping over that. Pls enjoy this quick update :)

[bearshideout]

Can you do one w loads of ppl in it (the bloodline, judgement day, Cody, Seth, Punk, Becky etc.) and they all platonically love the reader because she’s a bit of a bimbo?

Bimbo Reader Headcanons (Platonic and some Romantic)

Roman Reigns

Platonic

• The difference between you two make people question if your actually friends the amount of looks people give while you two are happily chatting away.

• Roman likes having a friend with a different style and personality to him however he swears he could have a heart attack every time you fall or bump into something you are so clumsy but somehow you laugh it off every time it amazes him.

• Won’t let anyone try any shit with you, he will protect you no matter what even if it’s with another wrestler or staff member.

Romantic

• He loves when you wear those little skirts however you need to stop wearing them in front of other people he’s not an insecure man but you are his and it seems people seem to forget that

• The smirk on this man’s face when you hang off his arm or compliment his muscles you can just tell by his face he’s on top of the world in that moment and nothing can bring him down

•Kisses even when you’re wearing lipgloss or lipstick he can just wipe it off after nothing will deprive this man from his kisses.

Judgment Day

Platonic

• They all adore you so much even when you do say something so dumb

• Rhea especially enjoys doing makeup with you and swapping makeup styles to just try

•Damian and Finn are like your body guards if anyone attempts to even look at you wrong

•Dom is your stupid buddy when you ask a dumb question everyone already knows Dom wants to know the answer too and is willing to keep asking the question until someone answers seriously

Seth Rollins and Becky Lynch

Platonic

•They have adopted you don’t even fight it you are now there child

•On a serious note Becky took a liking to you immediately you just connected and she took you under her wing

•Seth absolutely loves your outfits and will even match with you no matter what you wear he’s not embarrassed

Solo Sikoa

Romantic

•If you thought people were surprised you were friends with Roman imagine there surprise when they found out you were dating Solo

• Opposites do attract in this scenario and he wouldn’t have it any other way this man is absolutely whipped for you

• Secretly lets you put makeup on him when your alone and answers all the dumb things you say very seriously if anyone dares to laugh at your questions they have a very angry Solo on their hands

• He thinks your perfect in every way even if you are a bit ditzy you are his girlfriend and he will follow you to the end of time

• You two are Pomeranian and Bulldog energy

(Sorry it’s not loads of Wrestlers and not a full fledged fanfic I struggled quite a bit with this cause even though I’m quite stupid looks wise I’m a Goth so I’m not sure if this was stereotypical)

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ cm punk

˚⋅teasing phil leads to some well deserved punishment.

˚⋅ contains black female reader, bimbo reader! quick whip, lowercase intended, insertion, dirty talk, piercings, degradation, filth, cum shot, cum eating, rough, orgasm denial, spitting, choking, spanking, slapping,minors don’t interact

bimbo reader! who stumbles into the house wedges clicking against the marble floor with a grin. eagerly calling for your boyfriend as you sit the assorted shopping bags down.

“phil!” you whined again smiling as the tattooed man stands before you. a white towel snug around his waist , hair dripping from the shower with a curious gleam in his eyes.

“look what I got.” you’re flipping up your denim skirt a glimpse of metal catches his attention. a surface piercing just above your clit. while your pretty tongue adorns a similar ring. phil believes he’s going crazy.

bimbo reader! whose face is buried between sanrio plushies. phil’s tattooed hands decorated in rings on either side of your round ass spanking harshly.

“stupid little whore letting some guy pierce you.” he rips your blue lace panties stuffing them in your mouth as his tip rubs against your creamy folds.

“who knows what you did for those piercings probably fucked him.” phil spits slamming his entire length inside of you. you know bad girls don’t get time to adjust.

you’re milking him ,thick thighs and ass slamming on his dick. the drool from your mouth staining the couch and ruining your panties still between your teeth.

he’s pulling at your extensions, strawberry lip gloss faded as he kisses you deeply shedding the panties from your mouth. a harsh bite to your bottom lip making you wince.

“you’re making me crazy women.” he grabs your neck arching your back further as you clench around him. the sounds of clapping and your slippery pussy has you in a haze.

bimbo reader! whose flipped around phil’s hands grasping at your love handles to bounce you on his dick.

“if you knew any better you wouldn’t dare cum.”

“I’m sorry.” you whimper words babbling but it’s no use. only increasing the rate you bounce your ass on his cock, the motion similar to water enticing him.

“shut the fuck up.” he’s stern fingers wrapping around to flick at your piercing. the cold metal and soreness jolting your senses. “you’re lucky I don’t rip it out.” your juices are coating his balls both thighs sticky in arousal as he ridicules you. dirty little girl.

you’re greedy. several approaching orgasms washed away as you try your best to be obedient. phil chuckling as he pulls both of your sensitive nipples twisting them wickedly. your pain being his enjoyment.

“unfair.” you whine out earning a slap to your cheek the tears brimming your hazel eyes. “what’s unfair is you being a stupid slut.” he’s pulling your head back again spitting in your mouth to which you swallow.

bimbo reader! whose on her knees mouth agape and tongue poked out eager for phil’s cum. “gonna coat that tongue ring.” he’s biting his lip staring down at your pretty face.

plump lips, ass propped up, and loose curls framing your brown skin sends him over the edge. he groans the profanities spilling as he strokes one last time lazily cumming in your mouth.

droplets of semen covering your ring while most splashes your cheek and eyebrows swallowing in earnest. he pulls you to your feet face covered in cum while he tugs at your swollen clit.

“now let this be a lesson the next time you fuck with me.”

[karlachismylife]

What I need is x afab!reader where reader is as agressively masculine as they get. Where they are just as crass as the men if not worse. Where they get into real fights and have a short temper, with a kind heart, sure, but it's almost overriden. Where they don't have pretty lingerie or heels or dresses, where they cut or even shave their hair off, where they wear fucking axe or sauvage instead of flowery perfumes. I need them with a loud, obnoxious laugh, military boots and wrinkled oversized shirts. I need them manspreading with a beer in hand. I need them with their disappointed mother saying they'll never get a man behaving like that. I need everyone around them to be absolutely sure they are into women only because well they're just a walking stereotype. I need a butch that's gonna step on these big scary men's balls, peg them and ride their face only when they promise to behave.

Don't get me wrong, I love soft reader, feminine reader, crybaby reader, mommy dom reader, lady reader, capable farmer reader, bimbo reader, cute assistant reader, military but girly outside work reader, competent and elegant reader, tough reader, housewife reader, business owner reader, submissive reader. I fucking love reader (saw a post that called them the ultimate Barbie and hell yes), I love women, I will be fighting their men to be with all those above. I will respect the hell outta reader who is the perfect balance (I guess Squeaks by @charliemwrites is like what the balance looks like to me? or maybe it's as close as it gets to what I'm trying to describe here... I dunno, I jut love her. man I'd kill to be with Squeaks, honestly, that's the dream woman. too bad I ain't her type lol)

But I need a tomboy that is kind, but doesn't go suddenly soft and docile, won't put on an apron after the Big Strong Men show them a good time. I need a fucking menace that is just a tad bit too much, there is nuance obvously, but it doesn't change them at core. I need a Lisbeth Salander (without Mikael bullshit) reader, I need a Terminator 2 Sarah Connor reader, I need Mass Effect Jack reader, I need Marvel Nebula reader.

Doesn't apply to COD only either. Give me Gale and Astarion with a huge barbaric orc Tav. Give me slashers that get beaten the shit out of them with a crowbar when they try to attack that punk. Give me Peaky Blinders that have seen their fair share of strong and powerful women, but they are not sure they can even call that creature a woman (make her worse than Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine combined, honestly).

Unwomanly, unfeminine, gender-fucking violent foul-mouthed menace. Yes, I have a type.

If you know any works like this, PLEASE send me the links. Thank you.

[darlingsfandom]

Moodboard Masterlist: Cillian Murphy Edition 💋

Updated : 06/12/24

AU Cillian

Young Cillian & An Older Woman

Cowboy Cillian

Coquette younger reader

Christmas with Cillian

Lawyer Cillian

Priest Cillian

College Cillian

Popstar Reader

Cottagecore Cillian

Starstruck Photograpgher

90s Punk Cillian

90's/2000's Cillian

Royal Fantasy

Masquerade

Daddy Dom

Dangerous Woman

Tortured poet

Sugar Daddy Cillian Boards

Orange Edition

Pink Bimbo

Sugar Baby

Characters

Patrica "Saint Kitten"

Married to Kitten

Slumber Party

Being her girlfriend: Sexual

Inside of her house

Dom! kitten

Emma Skillpa

Housewife

Robert Fischer

Call Girl

Inside his house

Thomas Shelby

Being his whore

DILF

Girly Girl

Dr. Johnathan Crane

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Inside of his house

Horror Film

Dangerous Woman

Criminal

Neil Lewis

Snow storm

Inside his house

Female Director

Jackson Rippner

Inside his house

Housewife

Dangerous Woman

Darren

Inside his house

Runts grungy little sister

Emmett

Stripper

Lenny Miller

Girl Next Door

Mike kiernan

Troubled student

[sammylvsfairys]

haven't been much on tumblr lately but I saw u had requests and I was wondering if u could write some Hobie Brown wh a S/O who has like many privileges or is very materialist u know, and this guy be honestly asking himself why the hell is their S/O attractive for them

maybe like talking about something like their new clothes or something that makes hobie go like ???girl???????? (or whatever the gender u choose)

HAVE A GOOD DAY ILY SAMMY

pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship.

warnings: reader wears make up, kinda bimbo/himbo!reader??? english is not my first language !!

a/n: HAVE A GOOD DAY ILY TOO !! i luv hobie sm ☹️💞

requests are currently open !

hobie's brain couldn't wrap itself around what the hell he was doing in that place. he'd known y/n for a few months, and initially, they seemed like the most materialistic person he knew. unfortunately, he hadn't been wrong.

y/n's room was... different. it had imported silk sheets and more pillows than bills in hobie's wallet.

yet, there he was, sitting on that bed, waiting for y/n to finish applying makeup.

"hobie darling, do you think i should wear blush?" y/n asked with a smile, their high-class accent evident in their voice.

"you're gonna end up blushing anyway," hobie muttered, not paying much attention. his gaze shifted to his partner's closet. "are so many shoes really necessary?"

"of course they are! they're louis vuitton, even asking is offensive," y/n said disappointed, but their expression changed when they remembered something. "you know what! i bought a new jacket, and it's so cute!" y/n moved to their wardrobe with an excited smile.

hobie could only sigh; he couldn't understand how he was so hopelessly in love with someone as materialistic as y/n.

"look, it's from vivianne westwood! so punk."

hobie clicked his tongue. "i really don't know if that..."

"yeah, no, don't try to correct me on fashion."

[ffeelann]

hobie with bimbo reader when he's in a bar and everything is soo punk and then reader is just there being PINK

pls pookie

a/n: OH MY that's what I'm talking about THERE YOU GO POOKIE

content: pink¡¡, bimbo!reader, bar, ''pretty, pretty, pretty'', fem!reader

requests are open!

The way that pink fluffy human standed completely from the rest was not something that could be seen very often, to be honest, Hobie was not that interested in those esthetics.

But when it came to someone that pretty...

Oh my.

And she was looking directly at him when she took a seat right next to his interested stare, he was no different from the other people just checking on the idea of that girl confusing that bar and entering to a mistaken place.

Be cool, be cool.

—Watcha having, Pinkie Pie?— the barista asked. And he looked at the girl discreetly, Hobie wondered if the barista was just being an ass with the girl, because she was never the most sympathetic person around— You look specially pink today.

—Thanks! You look as pierced as always, Girl!

Okay, that was not the answer he was expecting, so he couldn't help to press his lips together to avoid a laugh. But Pinkie Pie already noticed his amusement.

—Do you think I'm funny?— she asked almost innocently, making Hobie turn a bit to the side to face her. And, as he did that, she appeared to forget the question she made before— Oh my, you look cool! I like your style, looks pretty.

—... Pretty? You sure are funny. Thank you though, pink does suits you— he quickly thought about what should he say, but she made an excitement gesture with her shoulders, indicating he just touched some spot Y//N in fact thought a lot about.

—Thanks! I know!— she smiles and winks. Hobie blinks to her reaction and takes another sip from his drink, slightly smiling at her— What? Aren't we all, like, supposed to know what makes us look pretty?

—You really like that word, don't you?— Y/N nodded widely— Well it suits you, after all.

—Are you saying I'm pretty?

—Why? Are you gonna say ''I know, thanks''?— she giggled right when she heard that comming from him. Hobie smiled. She really was pretty. Pretty pink, but pretty.

—Maybe! But it doesn't make it less cute! You're like my friend over there— she said, pointing at the barista, who was laughing with a group while she prepared their drinks— She's suuuper punk and bad-ass looking, but she's the sweetest!

—You saying all of us punk are the same?

—No, I'm just saying you're sweet. Is it bad to be sweet?

Damn, Y/N was so... pretty, and adorable. Come on.

—I guess not. Are you planning to come here more often? You know, to be sweet to you more often... so you don't get scared of punks.

Now that was fast, and Y/N laughed at it, but now Hobie was feeling the barista's look on his back.

[hernakedmuse]

Where the hell was Moth hiding her?

Indiana University that’s where.

Eddie’s Playbat girlfriend that Steve adored like a little sister,  did have somewhat a life outside of well…Eddie…apparently.

A year older friend, an apparel merchandising major in Bloomington who also was attending beauty school, and she was now taking a one year break returning home to Hawkins, but not exactly.

Her parents moved to Miami, they had no roots here moving to Hawkins from Queens in New York City when she was 15, and when she graduated high school they packed up to open a bikini store in Miami, which apparently was their dream.

So Moth’s friend was staying with her at her house, needing a break from life and just having fun with her punk band, Playboy. 

They met one day when Steve was at work in his Family Videos, dorky uniform and hating life as he planned Friday night with Robin.

It was strange seeing Moth not attached to Eddie, but instead by her side was…heaven and hell in one.

If Moth were to have any friends he did assume it was another…vixen like herself, but instead of being a ghoulish sort of doxy, she was very Debbie Harry and Poison Ivy, with the perfect black bob that shaped her perfect face with razor sharp edges and dressed in a very tight zebra dress with her cleavage on display, physique forced into hourglass by the hot pink waist corset around the dress that gave the hem a flirty look that rose up her thighs, ripped fishnet stockings with an oversized denim jacket on top that was wealthy with names of bands he didn’t know as well as safety pins of all sizes. She wore black Chuck Taylor and neon green slouchy socks that matched her neon green fishnet fingerless gloves and emphasized her manicured hot pink nails. She wore a necklace made of bottle caps and her temptress bob hid her earrings, but the green eyeshadow and hot pink lips truly made her look even sexier than he knew her features to be.

And that smell…

He was close enough to smell Vidal Sassoon hairspray, Extra gum, and a perfume that gave off peach notes with some gardenia. 

Moth must have said something but I couldn’t hear between my gaze moving between fuck me eyes, blow job lips, and tits that could hug my–

“Stevie!”

“Wha-yes-I’m here! Yes? I’m-yes!”

The femme fatale giggled. 

Moth looked perplexed before repeating her question. “Movie night this Friday? We’re all going to be there.”

Steve’s doe eyes flickered to the new star of his fantasies. 

“Me included.” She said with a giggle, he could hear a New York accent. It was really cute, reminded him of Madonna.

Her eyes caught his and they stared into one another’s with a burning need, she didn’t seem to care he was in his dorky work vest. “That’s..good.” He said, getting a smile out of her.

And he wanted her, had to figure out how to have her.

He saw her before Friday, walking down main street past the beauty salon, wearing a cheetah print apron over a very short, and indecently tight teal, long sleeved dress with a low back. He swallowed seeing the top of red stocking thigh highs.

((Do you all like this origin of Punk!Bimbo or the other with growing up in the trailer, single terrible crack mom and kicked out of school?))

[raythekiller]

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

Masterlist

╭──╯ . . . . . SFW HEADCANONS

- ,, # Personality Headcanons (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie) (OLD) - ,, # Relationship With Other Creeps HC (+ Jeff, EJ) - ,, # What Your Favorite Creep Says About You (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, LJ, Masky) - ,, # What Loving Them Is Like (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, LJ) - ,, # S/O With Deer Antlers (+ Jeff, LJ) - ,, # General HC - ,, # Chaos Trio HC (+ Jeff, Ben) - ,, # S/O With BPD - ,, # Their Petpeeves (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, LJ, Masky, Hoodie)

- ,, # Bimbo S/O (+ Jeff, Ben) - ,, # He's S/O's Favorite Person (+ Jeff, Ben) - ,, # Realizing They're In Love (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, LJ, Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # Plus Sized Goth S/O (+ Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # Their Ideal S/O (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, LJ, Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # Their Music Taste (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie)

- ,, # Quiet Reader (+ Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # Affectionate S/O (+ Ben, EJ) - ,, # Clingy S/O (+ Jeff, Masky) - ,, # Reader Who Dissociates (+ Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # BPD S/O Having An Episode (+ EJ) - ,, # Sassy But Caring Latinx! Reader (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky)

- ,, # Teasing Reader (+ Jeff, EJ) - ,, # Bipolar Reader (+ Jeff)

- ,, # Reader With A Quiet Voice (+ Nina) - ,, # Reader Gets Hurt (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie, Clockwork, Nina, Kate, Jane) - ,, # Reader Happy Stimming (+ EJ, Clockwork, Jane) - ,, # S/O Making Them Jealous (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Lane) - ,, # Reader With Body Dysmorphia - ,, # LGBT Headcanons (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, LJ, Candypop, Masky, Hoodie, Cody, Helen, Clockwork, Nina, Kate, Jane) - ,, # Jennifer's Body-Like Entity Reader (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # Reader With Anxiety Tics (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie, Clockwork, Kate, Nina) - ,, # Reader With A Thick Accent (+ Jeff, EJ, Masky, Hoodie, Helen) - ,, # Innocent-Looking Hypersexual Reader (+ EJ, Nina) - ,, # Vampire Reader (+ Jeff, Ben, Masky, Hoodie, Clockwork) - ,, # Reader Who Gets Tired When It Rains (+ EJ, Clockwork, Jane) - ,, # Reader Who Uses ASL (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Hoodie, Jane) - ,, # Depressed Transmasc Reader (+ Jeff) - ,, # Shy Reader (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # Reader With Obsessive Pheromones (+ Ben, Jeff, EJ, Masky, Hoodie, Lane) - ,, # Goth Motherly Reader (+ Jeff, Hoodie)

- ,, # Troublemaker Child Reader (+ Jeff, EJ, Masky, Hoodie)

- ,, # Reckless Reader (+ Jeff, EJ)

- ,, # Reader On Their Period (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie, Lane)

- ,, # Fashion Headcanons (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie)

- ,, # S/O Secretly Obsessed With Them (+ EJ, Masky, Hoodie)

╭──╯ . . . . . NSFW HEADCANONS

- ,, # NSFW Headcanons (+ Jeff, Masky) - ,, # Their Kinks (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ, Masky, Hoodie) - ,, # NSFW Alphabet

- ,, # Waking Them Up With Head (+ Ben, EJ, Hoodie, Clockwork)

╭──╯ . . . . . SCENARIOS/DRABBLES

- ,, # High Shenanigans (+ Jeff, Ben) - ,, # Artschool Wannabe (Toby x Artist! Reader) - ,, # Touch Me There (Toby x Punk!Male!Reader) (NSFW)

╭──╯ . . . . . ASK GAME

- ,, # Personality Headcanons - ,, # Love Headcanons

╭──╯ . . . . . ART

- ,, # Drawing dump (+ Jeff, Ben, EJ) - ,, # Chilling in the woods (+ Jeff) - ,, # Drawing dump 2 (+ EJ, Ben) - ,, # Put that guy in a situation - ,, # Distressed - ,, # Rawr

[daisies-daydreams]

༺♥༻ Daises Marvel Masterlist ༺♥༻ 

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099)

🔥Intoxicating (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) ☁️ Stay (Miguel O’Hara x Wife!Reader) ☁️Hold Me Close (Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader) 🔥⛓️Office Hours (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x College Student!F!Reader) Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10 (Completed) ☁️🔥Spoil You (Miguel O’Hara x F!Plus-Sized!Reader) (I couldn't find it on my own Tumblr :/) 🔥Distraction (Miguel O’Hara x F!Plus-Sized!Reader) ☁️🔥Adore You (Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Sized!Wife!Reader)

☁️🔥Sweetness (Miguel O'Hara x Plus-Sized!F!Reader)

☁️ Buenos Días (Dadbod!Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

☁️🔥Paradise (Miguel O'Hara x F!Virgin!Reader)

☁️🔥Me & U (Venom!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader)

Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk)

🔥Have a Taste (Hobie Brown x F!Reader) ☁️🔥Shape of You (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader) 🔥 Sticks and Stones (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader) ⛓️☁️ Hold Me (Hobie Brown x M!Reader) ⛓️☁️I’m Here (Hobie Brown x GN!Reader) ☁️🔥Into You (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader) 🔥Sucker (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader) ⛓️🔥Confession (Hobie Brown x F!Reader) Pt. 1, Pt. 2 (Completed)

⛓️☁️🔥My Type (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)

☁️⛓️ In My Arms (Hobie Brown x F!Reader - Comfort Fic)

☁️🔥Juicy (Hobie Brown x F!Bimbo!Reader)

☁️🔥Relief (Hobie Brown x Good Girl!Reader)

⛓️Runaway Baby (Hobie Brown x F!Groupie!Reader)

🔥Habits (Hobie Brown x Fan!M!Reader)

☁️⛓️What I See (Hobie Brown x GN!Plus-sized!Reader)

☁️🔥 Somethin’ Different About You (Hobie Brown x Lovesick!F!Reader)

☁️⛓️Those Eyes (Hobie Brown x GN!Reader)

Back to Main Masterlist

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Joe Keery Characters X Reader Idea’s for you!

KURT KUNKLE (SPREE)

Kurt Kunkle X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Kurt Kunkle X Werewolf!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Siren!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Mermaid!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Demon!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Succubus!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Murderer!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Insane!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Singer!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Twin!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Flirty!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Sister!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Telekinesis!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Celebrity!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Artist!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Gothic!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Depressed!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Tourettes!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph maifong form avatar: the last airbender)

Kurt Kunkle X Mute!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Deaf!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Girlfriend!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Yandere!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Scarlet witch!Reader

Kurt Kunkle X Pre-Teen!Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Kurt Kunkle X Micheal Myers Duaghter!Reader (you act just like Michal Myers, your Dad)

STEVE HARRINGTON (STRANGER THINGS)

Steve Harrington X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Steve Harrington X Demon!Reader

Steve Harrington X Siren!Reader

Steve Harrington X Ahmanet!Reader

Steve Harrington X Succubus!Reader

Steve Harrington X Werewolf!Reader

Steve Harrington X Singer!Reader

Steve Harrington X Celebrity!Reader

Steve Harrington X Raven!Reader (Inspired by Rachel Roth form titans)

Steve Harrington X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph beifong form avatar: the last airbender)

Steve Harrington X Tourettes!Reader

Steve Harrington X Mute!Reader

Steve Harrington X Enchantress!Reader

Steve Harrington X Deaf!Reader

Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson’s Twin sister!Reader

Steve Harrington X Twin!Reader

Steve Harrington X Scarlet witch!Reader

Steve Harrington X amethyst witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but purple)

Steve Harrington X Sapphire witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

Steve Harrington X Maleficent!Reader

Steve Harrington X Sinclair!Reader

Steve Harrington X Billy Hargrove’s twin sister!Reader

Steve Harrington X Mayfield!Reader

Steve Harrington X Egyptian!Reader

Steve Harrington X Stalker!Reader

Steve Harrington X Yandere!Reader

Steve Harrington X Depressed!Reader

Steve Harrington X Bisexual!Reader

Steve Harrington X Lesbian!Reader

Steve Harrington X Gothic!Reader

Steve Harrington X Dimitrescu!Reader

Steve Harrington X Punk!Reader

Steve Harrington X Metalhead!Reader

Steve Harrington X Pregnant!Reader

Steve Harrington X escape lab!Reader

Steve Harrington X Insane!Reader

Steve Harrington X Murderer!Reader

Steve Harrington X Zombie!Reader

Steve Harrington X Cruella!Reader (inspired by 2021 Cruella)

Steve Harrington X Na’vi!Reader

Steve Harrington X Micheal Myers Daughter!Reader (you act just like Micheal Myers, your Dad)

Steve Harrington X Jennifer Check!Reader

KEYS MCKEY (FREE GUY)

Keys Mckey X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Keys Mckey X Werewolf!Reader

Keys Mckey X Twin!Reader

Keys Mckey X Tourettes!Reader

Key Mckey X Gothic!Reader

Key Mckey X Yandere!Reader

Keys Mckey X Bisexual!Reader

Keys Mckey X Succubus!Reader

Keys Mckey X Sister!Reader

Key Mckey X Murderer!Reader

Keys Mckey X Insane!Reader

Keys Mckey X Artist!Reader

Keys Mckey X Celebrity!Reader

Keys Mckey X Lesbian!Reader

Keys Mckey X Mute!Reader

Keys Mckey X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph beifong form avatar: the last airbender)

Keys Mckey X Deaf!Reader

Keys Mckey X Telekinesis!Reader

Keys Mckey X Male!Reader

Keys Mckey X Famous!Reader

Keys Mckey X Maleficent!Reader

Keys Mckey X Raven!Reader (inspired by Rachel Roth form titans)

Keys Mckey X Bimbo!Reader

Key Mckey X Flirty!Reader

Keys Mckey X NPC!Reader

Key Mckey X Mean!Reader

Keys Mckey X Antwon’s little sister!Reader

Keys Mckey X Singer!Reader

Keys Mckey X Sapphire witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but Dark blue)

Keys Mckey X Millie’s sister!Reader

Keys Mckey X Jennifer Check!Reader

GATOR TILLMAN (FARGO)

Gator Tillman X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Gator Tillman X Werewolf!Reader

Gator Tillman X pre-teen!Reader

Gator Tillman X emotionless!Reader

Gator Tillman X Murderer!Reader

Gator Tillman X Male!Reader

Gator Tillman X Twin!Reader

Gator Tillman X Depressed!Reader

Gator Tillman X Goth!Reader

Gator Tillman X Telekinesis!Reader

Gator Tillman X Stripper!Reader

Gator Tillman X British!Reader

Gator Tillman X Russian!Reader

Gator Tillman X Bimbo!Reader

Gator Tillman X Manipulative!Reader

Gator Tillman X Girlfriend!Reader

Gator Tillman X pickpocket!Reader

Gator Tillman X Criminal!Reader

Gator Tillman X Insane!Reader

Gator Tilllman X Yandere!Reader

Gator Tillman X psychopath!Reader

Gator Tillman X Cammander!Reader

Gator Tillman X Harley Quinn!Reader

Gator Tillman X Daughter!Reader

Gator Tillman X Mother!Reader

[walmart-icarus]

The Lost Boys w/ girly+bimbo reader!

uh so y'know heh

(this can be read as g/n reader bc being girly does not define your gender! I'm going for the y2k bimbo vibe bc why not we all love to see it)

⋆⛧*┈┈┈┈﹤୨♡୧﹥ ┈┈┈┈*⛧⋆

David

not so sure how you work

he tries his best though

"you like pink right? here's a bracelet or whatever"

might make fun of you

talking about how you don't match the vampire criteria

loves the golden retriever personality

and you give good romance book recommendations!

but he wont admit it DUH

if you like wearing revealing clothes

he'll be like

"jeez wear a sweater"

but literally wont bother you other than that

Paul

SIMP

if you cant find an outfit

then he will pick one out for you

you guys can go out shopping for HOURS

"purr oh em gee yasss queen"

"OH HONEY, those shoes don't match the skirt"

my guy?

helps with makeup

if anyone gives you any judgy glares

they wont even look twice-

constantly takes pictures of you

he loves it so much

Dwayne

grandpa?

he's worse than David and Michael combined

everytime you give him a scented sticker

or charm bracelet

he'll be so confused

"...your nails are longer than mine"

he's not grossed out by it

hes just confused on how YOU

a very bubbly and colorful person as yourself

hang around a bunch of punk VAMPIRES???

he likes it but he wont admit it

Marko

steals all your clothes

"this is your shirt...? not anymore :p"

he loves skirts a lot

so uhh

prepare for a shared wardrobe

gives you a lot of pink/purple jewelry

he has a pink skull on his jacket dedicated to you

you are very comforting to him

so when he's sad

or in a bad mood

he'll watch you get ready